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[So he has been waffling over this for a day or two, taking sick leave off work which nobody questions because if Kotetsu is calling in sick, he must be dying of the plague or something, and he's just...sat around in his apartment, listening to and reading people's conversations over the network--people trying to pool information and help each other and try to find clues and establish the security of the network--and he feels useless, utterly useless not having contributed much of anything. There's not much he even has to offer, he thinks, and what little he does...he's not sure if anyone would be willing to accept it, or believe in his good intentions offering in the first place. Kotetsu certainly wouldn't blame them for not doing so.

But he's tired of doing nothing but feeling sick whenever he looks at his police uniform, at his own gun, and he punches in the number into his phone to at least try.]

...Uh. So uh. If...if one of us were to, uh, say that we're a cop, but had nothing to do with that shooting--

[whoops, his pitch involuntarily rose a bit there...toning it down, toning it down]

How...how likely would you be to believe them?

[The question hangs in the air for some thirty seconds before he scowls, decides to take the attempt at subtlety as a loss, and pushes on.]

I know no one has any reason to really trust me, but I've...[A swallow] been on the police force for twelve years, so. There's places I can get into there that regular people couldn't. I dunno, maybe I could...snoop around for anything weird, or related to the statue, or...something. I wanna help, somehow.

Don't wanna risk my family giving my real name over this thing, but if anyone wants to--find me and make sure I'm not lying or whatever, I'll be in the park downtown by the fountain. I won't be armed, I promise. You could even come in a big group or something, just to be sure.

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[He comes down to the fountain after watching this video, Ice the husky puppy trailing excitedly behind him. He's taking a chance, he knows, coming here--he's seen how Paul Ben died, after all. There's a chance he could go the same way.

But at the same time, he remembers his father, and he knows he wouldn't have stood for it. And while the police force may have gone downhill in recent years, there might still be people like his father there. Granted, in the days after seeing Paul's death his trust in the force is at an all-time low, but still.]

So, you're with the police. [He says it in a carefully neutral tone.]

I--[was. am. was. He hasn't been able to decide yet, torn between the moral outrage of what he saw and the almost-overwhelming panic that hits him in the gut whenever he even thinks of quitting his job.]

...yeah.

[True to his word, he's come unarmed. Kotetsu doesn't have his gun holster on him, and he takes a moment to show Robb that his pockets are quite empty, save for his wallet and cellphone--even takes off his hat to prove there's no knife or razor blade or any other potential weapon concealed underneath.]

I--I didn't know. I swear I didn't.

[You saw his first post, Robb. He was bitching about not being able to figure out how to place a phone call. Does that really sound like a guy who's involved in a governmental conspiracy about an invasion.]

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[True. He sighs, then holds up his own hands. The only thing he's holding is Ice's leash, but otherwise he has nothing as well.]

Okay. I believe you. [There are good people in the force, people like his father, something he's forgotten since things all went to hell, and he's trying to remind himself again.]

...the name's Robb.

I've said it before, but I think it bears repeating: If those people who were in on the shooting had someone among them with access to this place, I have a feeling they wouldn't announce themselves.

[He smiles brightly.]

Oh, and they would probably have kicked in my door by now. So yes, I believe you.

[[About five minutes after the post is made, Kotetsu may notice a teenager in a dark blue hoodie, hood up to attempt to cover a mess of white hair that still spills out around the sides, just watching him from across the way. Not saying anything, but just watching. Trying to determine if anything about this person is fake. He's not the best judge of character, but it's better than just walking over. He's already had one brush with things going sour that afternoon...]]

Honestly? I don't know. They know about the Network now, so I can see them trying to get onto it.

Then again...I don't see how they could force their way onto it, considering the way we get our numbers.

[Crap, crap, crap. He'd been feeding info to a cop? But then . . . why would one out himself when it's pretty obvious they don't trust cops? Could still be a trick, though. Just because old people are bad with technology doesn't mean they're bad at everything.

[The safest thing for him to do would be to stay away. But maybe he can test this out in a way that the others can't. The guy is going to be at the park, right? What's less suspicious than a middle-schooler at the park?

[So after some internal debate, Toushirou grabs his soccer ball, tells Granny he's going out to practice. And he'll spend several minutes off to the side, just working on his ball control, working up his courage. Just some small blond kid practicing. It's not out of place.

[He's one of the better players on his team. He's got good control. Good enough to not let the ball get away from him by accident -- but he can make it look like it does. And heading for the side of the cop's head, too.

[Yep, just all accidents, here. Not fishing for information at all.]

[Something loosens in his expression, then, and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Kotetsu offers him a small, tentative smile.]

Kotetsu. And thanks.

[A pause, of the Awkward Silence variety, and then he tries to lighten the mood a bit.]

...Your dog's cute.

[He rubs at his neck, grateful that this hasn't begun with people yelling and freaking out at him like he'd been afraid of.]

Mm...I didn't even know this network thing existed until the other day.

[When he'd failed at ordering pizza. He even still has those damn coupons. They're going to expire soon, but he hasn't been much in the mood for it since this whole mess opened itself up to him.]

But thanks. Why you in particular, though?

'Cause I've got my name and even my place of work out on the network.

[He shrugs, grinning a bit wryly.]

I don't know about you, sugar, but I somehow doubt there are that many people called "Fenn Forster" working as strippers in this city - mostly 'cause most people are kinder to their kids when it comes to naming 'em. And know there ain't no one else with that name at the club where I work.

What I mean is, it would be easy to find me.

[Given they both get off school around the same time, Lyall makes it here not long after Bakura. He's looking for Kotetsu, though, and doesn't catch the familiar scent... yet. He probably will before too long.

Whenever he spots the officer, though, he makes right for him. It's not obvious he's someone from the network yet, likely, since he's never shown his face, but it's possible Kotetsu recognizes the voice.]

Good afternoon.

Are you serious?

[Kotetsu doesn't notice the kid at first, distracted by his own thoughts, but eventually Bakura catches his eye. Even then, he doesn't say anything at first--he's not self-absorbed enough to assume the boy is staring at him, but he looks over again some minutes later, and the kid is...still there, not having really moved or looked away, and Kotetsu's mind goes right to what he said on the network.

...Of course, he can't ask outright if the kid's from the network, so instead he gets up, walks over, and offers a small, tentative smile.]

Hey, kid. Can I help you with something?

[Whether or not it sounds familiar, Kotetsu has a rather good idea for why a random stranger would be approaching him in the park in the middle of a workday.

But instead of saying anything outright, he just gets up and raises a hand in a wave. It serves a dual purpose: acknowledgment, and showing that he really is unarmed. While his clothes aren't overly tight, there's no possible way a gun could fit in his pockets without a considerable bulge either.]

Yo.

[Stri...pper....

Don't get flustered don't get flustered don--

...Oh hell. Kotetsu all but chokes on his air, and he can feel his cheeks burning.]

I--

[/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

...F-Fenn's not. An awful name.

[Kotetsu didn't even know that the people involved in killing Paul did know about it, but it's really rather pointless to say it, under the circumstances.]

I had no idea any of this existed until I punched in those numbers by accident the other day. The only networking stuff I knew about before that are like, Facebook and...uh, Tweeter? And one that was spelled weird, something about falling, maybe...

[...Tumblr. He means tumblr.]

[If Kotetsu were paying attention, he might have been able to dodge that. But he's distracted, mind far from young children ~~not-so~~ innocently playing.

So the soccer ball thwacks him right in the head, and he yelps in shock, rubbing at his head]

Oi! Watch where you're--

[...oh, it's a kid. Kotetsu's expression softens immediately, and he bends down to pick up the ball from where it fell, offering it back to the boy with a small smile.]

Be a little more careful, huh?

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[Ice lets out an excited bark in reply.]

Yeah, I found him in an alleyway. I couldn't leave him or his siblings there.

...Pretty serious, yeah. Kinda hard not to be, under the circumstances.

[GUESS WHO DOESN'T RECOGNIZE YOUR VOICE, JACK. WHOOPS. DID SOMEONE ORDER AN AWKWARD SANDWICH WITH EXTRA AWKWARD ON TOP?]

[~~This is totally innocent, shut up.~~

[Okay, some part of him had expected the guy to either dodge or catch the ball. He actually kind of considers it a point in the guy's favour that he wasn't able to do that. Seems less likely that way that he'd be an enemy, and even if he is . . . well, he wouldn't be giving the impression of a very competent one right now. It's oddly reassuring.

[And wouldn't you know it, his wince of sympathy is actually halfway genuine.

[He doesn't smile, because that's a bit much for him to pull off, but he at least looks a little contrite when he goes to pick up the ball.]

Sorry about that; I usually have better control. [Mild headtilt.] You okay?

[Jack isn't even sure which part to start with, the stumbling words, the fact that he admitted he's a cop, the part where he's inviting people to come meet him... really the 'are you serious?' was all-encompassing.]

How about you throw the Chief in cuffs, that's be a start if you want to help.

[Ah, bitter sarcasm. Frankly, Jack isn't sure if you could even keep the Chief in cuffs, come to think of it...]

S'alright, no harm done.

[He grins a little, and raps on his skull twice with his knuckles.]

My mom always did say I was hard-headed.

[Kotetsu's just about to let the kid go back to his soccer practice when something seems to click in his mind.]

Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look kinda familiar.

[Lyall offers a small smile, and his hand for a handshake. And he's inhaling surreptitiously for a good whiff of his scent, especially looking for anything that might be remotely animal-like.]

Brave of you to come out here on your own.

[He's just assuming Kotetsu can figure it out, apparently.]

((ooc heads up, Lyall has a supernatural sense of smell, and he knows what "bad guy" policemen smell like ^^ obviously Kotetsu won't smell like that, but for reference as to why he's smelling things :B ))

[This is the part where most kids would smile or giggle or both, right? Yeah, he can't do that. It's not him.

[And he really can't do it after that question. He looks familiar? What? But he'd been texting on the network. There's no reason this guy would know. How --

[Okay, relax. The more worked up he gets, the more likely that weird ability is to flare up. No blowing his cover. Fortunately, the only thing that registers on his face from his bout of internal panic is a mild expression of surprise.] No, I don't think so.

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