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This is Hank Anderson, and I recently got my promotion so it's now Det. Hank Anderson. Which is why I wanted to make this announcement.

[Hank still wants to research into the missing people and initiate his vague plan to devalue the iterations. Right now the public see them as a protective force for good. Hank wants the people to see other fucking people as their reliable protective force. That in the many variations of temperaments and personalities and creative resolutions to conflict, they can find their safety.]

I have a case that could use some assistance from some specialized outsiders. If you could come to me and lay out your experience and training, I would like to offer you temporary deputy work in helping solve this case.

Necessary qualifications include:
-Combat against armed opponents
-Negotiation and Interrogation
-Ability to secure an area until CSI arrives (cursory crime scene analysis a bonus)

Due to Dualis's policy on providing payment through credit, if you would want rewards we would have to attach a name to your activities. However if you'd want to work off-record [which is as close to anonymously as he can get] we could come to some sort of arrangement such as donated payment.

I'll be at the cat cafe to conduct interviews 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon for the next week. You can show up when it's convenient to talk. Sounds like a fucking weird place for it, yes, it'll make more sense when you're there.

I've also arranged for donated goods to be offered when people come in and might find themselves in a state of disrepair or any nicer version of saying fucked the hell up. New clothes, medical things like crutches for people with chronic conditions, sanitary supplies like soap and toothbrushes, things of that nature. So if you want to donate something to the people coming in there's a donation box in the dormitory's lower entryway and they'll be taken to the temple.

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Like he promises, Hank's waiting around at the cat cafe whenever someone shows up. Usually reading a book, sometimes bored, sometimes deeply into it. Right by his side though? A mammoth green cat, purring and resting her head against his arm. She's twitching her tail to and fro.

Hank is pretty sure he'll be able to tell if someone is bullshitting their credentials and whether they'll do intentional harm with their new role. It's hard to do background checks when different universes are involved, but he thinks he's figured out a way to beat the system without having to use any of the department's lie detectors.

Note: Plotting post here.

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Rather than have some sort of lengthy conversation with Hank before arriving, Loki decides to simply arrive at the prescribed time. The cat cafe reminds him of something he'd find on a planet like Sakaar, and he finds it somehow more comforting than the rest of the city. That may have something to do with fighting his own shadow quite literally.

Something about that cat as he approaches gives him pause, but he shakes it off as residual uncertainty in relation to their recent ordeal. He's all smiles for Hank, though, inclining his head in greeting.

"Hank. I took you for a dog person. What a surprise."

He's actually surprised to see Loki here. Even stifled as he is, it seems like this work would be... beneath him? Is that the right way to phrase it? At least he's been damn good help.

He stands to reach across the table, offering his hand to do one of those friendly double-hand-claspy shakes.

"Heeey, how are you holdin' up! Great to see you here."

And he actually means it, and it carries through in his voice. "Have a seat."

Edited 2019-11-03 22:05 (UTC)

Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, Rightful King of Jotunheim and God of Mischief has lead armies, revolutions, evacuations and infiltrations. He is also deeply opposed to replacement or impersonation of his person, the prevention of which is most certainly not beneath him.

Smiling amicably, he gives Hank's hand a firm shake before taking the seat he'd offered. "I've been well, all things considered. How's the precinct? Did everyone return to work?"

"Yeah, they did. And according to them, the assholes were either conveniently working somewhere else or they just... didn't remember a black-out."

And that really, really bothers him.

"There's something big going on here. That much is pretty obvious." He settles down in the chair. "Don't fuckin' know if this is because they've replaced a bunch of people already with the 'good' finished models or what. I know they're taking our memories, though."

And that means inevitably the Heart is done for. They just have to get to the right memories.

"But, today, I need some help on a case. Usually people come back from the dead here? And some bitch is killin' people and managing to keep them dead. All I've figured out is that she's female and she's a drug dealer."

'Bothers' was one way to put it. Bore more than the slightest suspicion was closer to the mark, at least for Loki. "Something big, he says." He smiles, shaking his head.

This new case caught his attention as well, though, and he tilts his head to the side curiously. "A drug dealer with power of death? Interesting."

He's gotta go the way of understatement or his poor brain's gonna get overwhelmed with a case of 'in over his head's. Never mind the unintentional puns, he's just a human, and sometimes he really fuckin' hates that.

At least he's got friends capable of some pretty remarkable shit.

"Yeah. I don't know whether it's somethin' she can do, or if she's getting lucky, or if there's something wrong with the head. When we had our memories spilling over each other, and the clones were half baked. I'm starting to wonder if he's breakin' down. He's been around for a long time."

Then he shrugs. "But first we gotta find this woman and talk to her. Problem is, no one is willing to come forward 'cause they're scared shitless. The bodies she leaves aren't in great shape. And I'm gonna need help with that, 'cause I want to prove that these fucking iterations have nothing on what real people can do... if you just let 'em."

He spreads his fingers and looks over at the giant cat, who bumps on his shoulder. Thinking back to what Loki said. "I don't hate cats, they're fine. I do like dogs better. But this big fella is called a 'Lying Cat'. It knows when people are lying, and it'll say it. If you're good with that, I'll not get too personal. Especially since you're a fuckin' battle god of some sort. First question. You are the real Loki and not another better-made duplicate?"

He doesn't know if it'd work on the copies but it's worth it for a first question.

I'm afraid I'm only qualified for negotiation and interrogation.

Would you still like me to come in?

I'll take it. Right now the policy among the iterations has been 'taze first, ask questions later'. If I can cause a little less of that, then I'll feel a fuck of a lot better.

That is a rather terrible policy.

Out of curiosity, what kind of incidents do you foresee?

Some of the details we've chosen not to share on any network or media in order to make it easier to identify culprits. But I can confirm that especially violent crimes have occurred, so I expect some ruthless people. I also expect some scared and desperate people.

[That was his experience back in Detroit. People who wanted out, but were afraid to get out.]

You probably should act as an assistant to someone else or wait until someone's brought in for questioning, that way we can better ensure your safety.

[ violent crimes. so much for a vaunted sci-fi future. though charles supposes no future that truly erase that. ]

Of course. I think it would make more sense if you brought me in as a last resort.

I can tell you why in person.

That's a good idea anyway. At this rate I'm not even sure they haven't hacked the network. [He is operating under the assumption that these criminals have the same sort of network access as the Heart, and that means they could watch for what he says.]

I'll be at the cat cafe, unless somewhere else would be more convenient. I know it's a chore to get around.

[Would the cafe let him borrow a cat???]

Hello Hank. My name is Wanda Maximoff. I worked with an anti-terrorist organization back in New York and I part time as a body guard here. I believe I can help but I haven't ever been to an interview before. Is there anything I should do before meeting with you?

Don't worry, I'm not the dress code or paperwork type, so no suits or applications necessary. I just need you to be honest with me.

[So far so good, though. People have really wanted to help.]

Connor shows up pretty late to the cat cafe - closer to 18:00. He took a rare day off, so he's not in uniform; actually, he's in one of Hank's most disgustingly garish shirts over a T-shirt with a very stupid visual pun on it that he only bought because it took him a second to understand and when he did he felt slightly satisfied about it. It wasn't very funny. But he bought it anyway.

On the way in, though the staff don't ask him if he wants anything because they're used to his refusals by now, he orders a hot chocolate. With marshmallows and cream, the girl asks? Sure, he says.

He sits down by Hank, and within a few seconds there's a two-tailed, no-eyed cat in his lap.

"It doesn't make any more sense yet." Though the big green cat has never paid any attention to him before, or he it.

Hello. I'm Steve Rogers and I meet all of your qualifications

Great to hear it.

[It legitimately is. He wants all the help he can get on this.]

I just need you to check in with me so I can make sure everything is legit and we're all on the same level.

"Yeah. I can't fuckin' make heads or tails of it, but I'm not gonna push it yet 'cause I don't want to lose credibility. Is that the cat you told me about?"

He's pleased as he watches Connor grab a hot chocolate. At least he's figured out one thing he likes. The pun is a little ridiculous and Connor looks so slight in one of his big shirts he can't help but be charmed. It might as well be a jacket on him.

Actually it makes him look 1980s retro, now that he thinks about it.

Hank pats the mammoth cat next to him. "Got a few people interested. Hoping I can make this work. I figure that those guys will lay low with the city cracking down. I don't expect too many problems."

"Lying." Says the cat, before lifting its paw to lick it.

"Problems dealing with them... Not problems problems. I know I'm always expecting those." Oh, right. He leans across the table to give Connor a quick kiss before his chocolate gets here. He's still in the gross stage of the relationship, despite their recent trauma.

congratulations on your promotion!

While Loki already has an idea on how he might best glean information on this woman and infiltrate her inner circle, there was plenty of time to present his forming ideas on the matter, and so instead he simply smiles, impressed with Hank's use of the resources available to him. He almost wishes he'd thought of it himself.

"Now that is a useful beast to have around." He'd have to be careful, of course, but as of yet, Hank hasn't given him any cause to lie. "I can assure you anyone would be hard-pressed to make a suitable replacement of me, let alone one that could be considered an improvement upon me, the original."

"Yeah I'm pretty sure it's you." He says after that, but with amusement rather than any sort of criticism. He's pretty endeared to Loki's ego. Probably unwisely, but the guy is already miles better than some of the guys he works with and he's a fuckin' god of pranks and apocalypses.

He contemplates again. "So you do understand that we have to make keeping people alive a priority. Either civilians or people brought in for questioning and trial later? Do you think you can do that?" He tips his head. But then adds?

"I'll make it fair. You can ask me what you need to, too, so long as it doesn't involve any other Dualis PD cases."

Thanks. Came as a surprise.

[Especially since he couldn't exactly be credited with helping people during the blackout.]

You doing okay now?

[ what even is a cat cafe. ]

I'll stop by today.

"The one that adopted me, right." It seems happy in the cafe and Connor still has nerves about keeping an organic animal alive and healthy, so he's decided it's best to leave it here. He visits to read and listen to CDs, the cat follows him like a tiny shadow, they're both happy.

He's so startled by the big cat that he's distracted while Hank kisses him - then recovers just as Hank draws back and chases him forward to kiss him properly. Then he draws back to stare at the animal.

"The cat talks," he says dumbly, everything else momentarily leaving his mind.

you seem good at it! so it shouldn't be a surprise

as okay as i ever am! i want to find out more about them. the mechanical us.

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