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[CLOSED] LA's, Truth to Tell, Not Much Different--
Who: The Legs and The Eyepatch
When: May 11th
Where: Kauto
What: One of Elizabeth's storytime regulars has gone missing, she enlists one of the few people she still knows, Badou, to help track the kid down. As with most kidnapping incidents, things go south.
Warnings: Badou. And violence. Definitely some blood.
It'd been some time between Elizabeth's bar fight, but not much longer since Thane had left. Vaguely, she's been aware of things going on around Thisavrou, but has she had any desire to engage with any kind of activity or person on both planets? Not exactly.
She has to eat, so she goes through the motions of work. That's easy enough. Shelve this here, catalog this there, straighten up the inevitable disaster the children left in the kids' section. That-- she didn't mind so much. She smiled at one of the girls who was hugging one of the beanbag chairs and pouting, and crouched down.
"Viola it's time to go home, where's your brother?" The two of them usually walked home together, but now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Frankie in a few days. Viola gripped the beanbag tighter and Elizabeth's smile flickered.
"Dad said he's coming back soon?" The little girl didn't sound convinced, so neither was Elizabeth. As she closed up the desk, Elizabeth casually abused her librarian privileges and found some full names. Sure enough, Frankie had been abducted a week ago, and his parents were getting desperate if all of their network activity could be trusted.
"...well, what the hell else am I doing?" she muttered, gathering up her coat and walking with purpose to the door. It's the first time she's actually decided to do something after work in a long, long time.
It's your favorite psych patient. What have you got on at the moment? Anything exciting?
When: May 11th
Where: Kauto
What: One of Elizabeth's storytime regulars has gone missing, she enlists one of the few people she still knows, Badou, to help track the kid down. As with most kidnapping incidents, things go south.
Warnings: Badou. And violence. Definitely some blood.
It'd been some time between Elizabeth's bar fight, but not much longer since Thane had left. Vaguely, she's been aware of things going on around Thisavrou, but has she had any desire to engage with any kind of activity or person on both planets? Not exactly.
She has to eat, so she goes through the motions of work. That's easy enough. Shelve this here, catalog this there, straighten up the inevitable disaster the children left in the kids' section. That-- she didn't mind so much. She smiled at one of the girls who was hugging one of the beanbag chairs and pouting, and crouched down.
"Viola it's time to go home, where's your brother?" The two of them usually walked home together, but now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Frankie in a few days. Viola gripped the beanbag tighter and Elizabeth's smile flickered.
"Dad said he's coming back soon?" The little girl didn't sound convinced, so neither was Elizabeth. As she closed up the desk, Elizabeth casually abused her librarian privileges and found some full names. Sure enough, Frankie had been abducted a week ago, and his parents were getting desperate if all of their network activity could be trusted.
"...well, what the hell else am I doing?" she muttered, gathering up her coat and walking with purpose to the door. It's the first time she's actually decided to do something after work in a long, long time.
It's your favorite psych patient. What have you got on at the moment? Anything exciting?
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It's a surprise when she actually gets a response-- but she gets over it pretty fast, and smirks a bit at the TAB. Maybe they had a bit more in common than she actually thought.
Last week. His sister came home alone, she's four, and told her parents that their uncle took him away. Problem is the last time this girl saw her uncle was when she was two, so she probably made a mistake.
One's better than none, right?
Anybody looks more trigger happy than Elizabeth does, really. The one eye thing makes it even better.
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the uncle ploy huh. thats pretty popular. and no ransom message? nothing? hate to say it but thats worse. so he got picked up from school
true that
Damn him for being such a damn sucker.
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And those reasons are definitely things Elizabeth doesn't want to think too hard about. All of them make her blood boil.
You think we should start with a canvas, or talk to the parents? Maybe there's something they could tell us that would give us some hint.
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that sure aint reassuring at all yup. at least scumbags who want a ransom are easy to predict. the other sick fucks...
we should start with the parents, but talk to the teachers at school, and his little friends. if he's seen anything weird around him, he'd tell them before his 'rents
He can't believe he's fucking doing this.
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Rescuing kids and educating Elizabeth on why children don't talk to their parents. This is really a banner day for him.
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how old is he? Kids stop telling their parents jack at around 12
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He's a child, if he was a little older I'd be less concerned. But a child that young is... impressionable.
Alright, so do you want to take the parents, or any friends he might have mentioned something to?
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well in that case he could have told his friends something weird he saw. a kid that young aint just that
hes vulnerable.
i hate to take either but i can take the parents, you take the brats. you could probably get more out of them
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Which is why Elizabeth is so eager to find whoever did this and make sure it never, ever happens again. No more exploitation of the ones who weren't able to fight back.
I'll set up the meeting with the parents, we can compare notes later tomorrow if you're available-- say around 3?
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that works out. try not to worry to hard and lose sleep, you wont help that way
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Oddly enough, she does. And in the morning she spends the day at the kid's school, and she realizes that she probably does have the advantage here when it comes to convincing teachers to let their students talk to her. She's a librarian after all, and a former officer of the Moira. Clearly there's nothing to worry about, right?
Later on, Elizabeth waits at a nicer looking cafe, deep in thought over her cooling coffee. She's trying to focus on what's happening right now, but she's also a million miles away and trying to separate this case of an abducted boy from an abducted and changed girl.
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At least this part might be easier. Still shaken to the core, the redhead doesn't give much more thought to how this is one of the nicer cafes he's ever been to. When he spots her, he sits down across from her.
"Yo."
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"Can I get you something? Coffee?"
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"Coffee's fine. I take it things went about as well as they did with me, huh."
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The waiter comes and Elizabeth orders another large coffee-- and he takes off to fetch it right after giving both of them a strange once-over. They are kind of an odd pair, but Elizabeth does feel something... comforting that they're both there for the same purpose.
"But I might have hit a dead end, honestly," Elizabeth sighs. "A lot of the kids remember seeing a man watching Frank from behind the playground fence, and they said they played 'wave and run' with him. They'd wave at him, he'd wave back, and they'd all run away. Not because he was scary, but because Frank's father didn't like him." She sighs and leans back. "That's to be expected though-- who would like a man who watched your child like that? I'm surprised he didn't call the police. Or the mitigators, or whatever they're called here."
She pauses. "...his parents didn't call the police on someone, did they?"
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"They haven't, not on that guy, but the dad was the first to bring him up. I haven't gotten a chance to look into him yet."
Badou doesn't want to decisively say yay or nay to the possibility-- it could all just be bias. However,
"I took the time to look into the parents while I was at it, though. Normal mortgage in space, that kinda thing, but there's something specific I noticed too."
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But it sounded like he came around a lot and no one thought to say anything. Was he a trusted figure? A sympathetic one? Just plain unnoticed...?
"Specific how?"
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One narrow shoulder rolls. "Big deal, could be some kinda bill, I thought. But it ain't a bill. Not a family member just receiving cash."
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"I'm talking too obscene to 'donate' to some hotel."
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"Makes me wonder how dad could."
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"This is a hotel?" Boggling later, work now. "This is great. Let's go."
She starts picking up her things, putting on her scarf and so on. "What's the name of it?"
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"You sure that's a good idea? I'm all for sneaking into expensive dinners and shit but it could get hairy."
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"...you didn't come armed?"
She knows full well that most people don't go to places with handguns, but Elizabeth is not most people. And they're working a kidnapping case with a potentially volatile suspect, why wouldn't Badou be prepared?
Did she come packing to a kindergarten? Maybe.
"I have another one you can borrow," she says, indicating her bag.
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