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sociallychallenged) wrote2020-01-15 07:51 pm
sociallychallenged) wrote2020-01-15 07:51 pm
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RP WIP POST
A general post I'm going to reply to so I can spell check and cast-mate approve entries before I put them up. Not an actual role-play post.
WIP Dualis Starter
[Hank's pulling off a disguise he got good at back in his red ice hunting days; the part of the sleeping drunk. He's wearing a puffy coat that's unlike him, spattered with some mud. He's holding a bottle with a bag around it, and he's got on a toque that somehow he's managed to cram all of his hair up into without it looking too puffy. It's great having the grizzled old guy look, sometimes. Because you can be every type of grizzled old guy ever.]
[Any pride in his get up is short-lived when, in feining being slumpt on the bench, he catches sight of Iterations. And they're moving towards the warehouse.]
[His gut roils, twisting up, and once they're just out of sight he shifts slightly to pick up his walky-talky.]
Connor, come in.... [Dead silence.] ...Connor!
[Come on, these things survived the power outage. Why can't this fucker work now.]
[He gets up and runs to find where he had Maggie lay down stone still in an alley. He crouches beside her.] Maggie, Maggie. We gotta help your other person, okay? I need you to bark real deep. Big bark. Three short barks, three howling barks, three short barks! Good girl. Come on. Make yourself sound a little different than usual.
[Surely Connor'll hear that if he can't hear the 2 way. He slaps his hands over his ears, too, because those barks sound like the panicked lookout dogs in those 80s cyborg movies. She does a good job.]
WIP DUALIS POST
[He's still fuckin' trying, though.]
[He positions the phone so it's showing an old-timeyish looking Detective's office. We're talking he went for the Sam Spade aesthetic. He plants himself in a desk seat.]
So, I know I just fuckin' talked about getting a promotion. But I had some things go wrong with my last case. [Some big things. People kept going missing, for one.] Connor got assaulted by a decorated officer. And while he's getting what's due uh... I don't know. I figured it'd be better if I got him out of there while he was recovering emotionally. And this fuckin' job would require less walking.
[Those are his excuses? Real reason number one? Connor can't understand all those extra languages at the moment. Real reason number two? Being in the middle of the police station when his year runs up doesn't sound like the best plan. And for some people? Seems like it's not taking a year.]
[He sure as shit would like to stop losing fucking friends. Thanks.]
[Hank turns himself in his chair.] This is my new private detective's office. So now I get to take pictures for paranoid fuckin' people looking for reasons for divorce. I'm really goddamn excited about that. [He smears his hand down his face, then scratches his beard.]
But uh. It was time I said good-bye to the job. [He'd always said this was his last chance to be a cop, and here it is. But damn if the heaviness of that loss isn't weighing on him too.]
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WHAT: The Wonderful World of Ultrasound
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Mid-Month
WARNINGS: Dun dun DUUUUUUNNN
The Zoo.
The Park.
The Dorms.
Those are the three places in the city that never move. Which means something about them is important not to move. A power supply? A cloning facility? The servers? There has to be something under each one.
Harry 'the Zooman' Du Bois has access to one of the places. Is also a former cop. One the Dualis Police Department never had a chance to look deeply into, not like him and Connor. Hank is hoping that means a grizzled veteran detective's skills can help pick apart this mess.
Putting a lot of faith in a relative stranger, he knows. But he's honestly desperate for that old sense of camaraderie, and he's hoping that he's not wrong. He uses the connections he made after the bombing, while he was searching for the source of the detonators, to 'acquire' a couple of spare city groundskeeping uniforms. And he uses it to also acquire a piece of ultrasound equipment.
Using that and some landscaping equipment enough to do some early spring pruning, Hank's found a nice hidden place in the shrubbed area of the park. It's early evening. A time when it'd make sense for them to be out, and everyone's gone back to work from their lunch breaks but haven't swarmed the traffic grid. The window is tight. They can't be here forever.
"Keep an eye out," he warns Harry as he's setting the thing up. "This has gotta work or I'm gonna lose my damn mind."
Victory Road Starter
Where: Celedon City
When: Febuary 14th
Summary: Catching the Jigglyperp at Long Last
Rating: Antic level rating G, Hank's mouth rating R
Log:
The festivities are another nice distraction. He's getting used to it, just travelling around, reuniting the occasional Pokemon, enjoying meeting people. He's even considering hitting up a gym or two once everything's done and they open back up.
Supposedly Krieg's somewhere in town, and as Hank wanders through the Rattata celebration, shuffling passed various stands with cute rat related paraphernalia, he's keeping an eye out for the hulking guy. Just to say hello, because he's actually not had enough of a chance to hang out with him.
That's when he sees it.
Hamilton the Jigglypuff.
The little pink bastard is trying to slip his hand into a stranger's pocket, his pink fur scruffy from his time on the road, bright eyes squinting with effort as he stands up on his tiptoes to reach.
Doom, breathes Hunter the Houndoom as he notices, too. Hank stills him, raising his hand. They can't stand losing him now, not after a full year on the lam. The little wiley bastard needs to be saved from his life of crime and returned to his person.
WIP Dualis Post
WHAT: Trying to jar some sense into Mike
WHERE: Outside of the hospital where he's been staying.
WHEN: Early in the month.
WARNINGS: Hank's mouth. Otherwise, none planned.
Hank remembers the time he met a kid. A teenager, young and defiant. He was a nice guy, and even if Hank continued to confuse his name with 'Storm', he did make an impression. Now he's gone. David. Gone. Heather. Gone. Squall now? Gone.
The last thing Squall did was come in and ask about his missing girl. He never had a chance to finish the case. He hopes that he found her. He hopes that they're together.
Hank had intended to tell Connor where he was going, to ask for support. But he doesn't. Instead he just leaves during his lunch break, makes a trek across town to the hospital where Morbius lingers now, puts his hands in his pockets and waits for another missing friend.
He ignores most of the patients coming and going. A girl stops and offers him some fundraiser cookies. He takes them and holds the box miserably. This is probably a shit idea. He just has to ask, he just has to be sure that it's okay to... you know...
Just give up.
He taps the box against his hand and purses his lips and waits. He just needs to say one thing to Morbius, make sure of this last question, and then he'll go. And when he sees that familiar not-quite-so grimdark figure leaving, he offers a sad greeting.
"Think I prefered the Nine Inch Nails look. Here. I got you a peace offering." He holds out his unplanned gift.