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savetheearth2014-01-10 06:31 pm
flamberge) wrote in savetheearth2014-01-10 06:31 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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6. Video. Laptop.
[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]
As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.
[He takes a breath. Okay, time to do this.]
First of all, in regards to myself: Richard Locke is an alias I go by. My real name is Karl Aurion. I am a Deputy Superintendent on the Locke City PD and have been on the force for 18 years with an additional 3 years served in Boston. To affirm that this information is not another practical joke, here is my badge [said badge gets whipped out and held up for a good while before being set aside] and several individuals here can confirm this information, as well. For those unfamiliar with police hierarchy, my rank is the 6th highest position on the force. I will state for the record that my position does not gain me special favor with Sherman, Edwards or anyone else.
[This is a nice segue into topic two. The seriousness falters briefly before he continues.]
Which leads to the second matter: Miki Kaoru and his death. Unlike the media and the police department claim, Miki was not a victim of gang violence and obviously not of terrorists. The culprit behind his death had been another police officer. That officer had given Miki chase for reasons unknown to myself. Upon noticing the chase, I followed. When I arrived on the scene, Miki was cornered and the officer had his gun raised. I attempted to interfere but to no avail. The officer incapacitated me before killing Miki. [a sigh] I apologize for my own elusiveness on both this matter and everything associated with the drug bust on the high school.
In regards to the bust itself, I admit to being the one behind it. I had been stationed at the high school since last year to help bring this bust to fruition, among other less noble reasons; however any Network arrests were done without my knowledge. I had not assumed my investigation would be used to bring in suspected individuals and I take full responsibility for this oversight. Though it may be difficult to believe, I did not provide my superiors with any information pertaining to the Network or those associated with it, nor do I intend to do so long as I can help it. I, unfortunately, could not help it during the past several weeks and was more than willing to take note of suspicious behavior. This is why I ask for caution when approaching me in person as I can potentially end up endangering lives should this occur again.
[He actually looks apologetic at this. Any seriousness, however, is interrupted by a teeny kitten suddenly popping up on screen, jumping up on Karl's head and plopping itself down for a nap in its new favorite bed. A brief, if somewhat exasperated glance gets spared up at it before the seriousness returns full force at the laptop]
Finally, during the last month, I managed to speak with both Edwards and Sherman, gaining the latter's trust enough to be given details of his investigation and offered modification. [a heavy pause] I accepted this offer a week after my memory of the Network was lost.
The modification process as I experienced it went as follows. It was done at a farmhouse outside of town. A robot greeted me and informed me to lay down on some sort of an operating table. Then, by use of an [insert a very unsure pause] old fashioned, pink perfume bottle, it rendered me unconscious. By the time I awoke, the procedure had been completed. I was handed a pamphlet and a... mint before being sent on my way. Here is the pamphlet in question.
[The front and back of this flower sticker monstrosity get held up to the screen for a few moments before being set back down.]
I have not experienced any significant side effects and can provide further details on the modification if asked. Should there be any other questions about any of this, they will be responded to... honestly.
As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.
[He takes a breath. Okay, time to do this.]
First of all, in regards to myself: Richard Locke is an alias I go by. My real name is Karl Aurion. I am a Deputy Superintendent on the Locke City PD and have been on the force for 18 years with an additional 3 years served in Boston. To affirm that this information is not another practical joke, here is my badge [said badge gets whipped out and held up for a good while before being set aside] and several individuals here can confirm this information, as well. For those unfamiliar with police hierarchy, my rank is the 6th highest position on the force. I will state for the record that my position does not gain me special favor with Sherman, Edwards or anyone else.
[This is a nice segue into topic two. The seriousness falters briefly before he continues.]
Which leads to the second matter: Miki Kaoru and his death. Unlike the media and the police department claim, Miki was not a victim of gang violence and obviously not of terrorists. The culprit behind his death had been another police officer. That officer had given Miki chase for reasons unknown to myself. Upon noticing the chase, I followed. When I arrived on the scene, Miki was cornered and the officer had his gun raised. I attempted to interfere but to no avail. The officer incapacitated me before killing Miki. [a sigh] I apologize for my own elusiveness on both this matter and everything associated with the drug bust on the high school.
In regards to the bust itself, I admit to being the one behind it. I had been stationed at the high school since last year to help bring this bust to fruition, among other less noble reasons; however any Network arrests were done without my knowledge. I had not assumed my investigation would be used to bring in suspected individuals and I take full responsibility for this oversight. Though it may be difficult to believe, I did not provide my superiors with any information pertaining to the Network or those associated with it, nor do I intend to do so long as I can help it. I, unfortunately, could not help it during the past several weeks and was more than willing to take note of suspicious behavior. This is why I ask for caution when approaching me in person as I can potentially end up endangering lives should this occur again.
[He actually looks apologetic at this. Any seriousness, however, is interrupted by a teeny kitten suddenly popping up on screen, jumping up on Karl's head and plopping itself down for a nap in its new favorite bed. A brief, if somewhat exasperated glance gets spared up at it before the seriousness returns full force at the laptop]
Finally, during the last month, I managed to speak with both Edwards and Sherman, gaining the latter's trust enough to be given details of his investigation and offered modification. [a heavy pause] I accepted this offer a week after my memory of the Network was lost.
The modification process as I experienced it went as follows. It was done at a farmhouse outside of town. A robot greeted me and informed me to lay down on some sort of an operating table. Then, by use of an [insert a very unsure pause] old fashioned, pink perfume bottle, it rendered me unconscious. By the time I awoke, the procedure had been completed. I was handed a pamphlet and a... mint before being sent on my way. Here is the pamphlet in question.
[The front and back of this flower sticker monstrosity get held up to the screen for a few moments before being set back down.]
I have not experienced any significant side effects and can provide further details on the modification if asked. Should there be any other questions about any of this, they will be responded to... honestly.
[video]
As for what this burst of anger is about, he's gonna assume it's because of that final little bit of info.]
Accepted the offer to be modified.
[video]
How do you know they didn't brainwash you?! Or plant some failsafe in your brain that'll make you flip out on all of us when they say "petunias" or something?!
Oh my god. Do you--do you even know anything about what they did do?
[video]
[Aka if you guys need to kill me then that's cool.
Karl gives a sigh at that last question. The more Danny shouts, the dumber he feels.]
And no. How they did it, what tools were used, who did it; I'm not aware of any of it.
[video]
I can't believe you just--the pamphlet even said you might die! And--and you don't even know anything else about what happened in there?
[he sighs and hides his face in his hands.]
So...does this mean you were already modified by the time you came over for Christmas?
[video]
It had felt worth the risk at the time. No, I don't.
[There's a small, if hesitant pause.]
...And yes, I was.
[video]
Oh my god, you were modified at my Christmas table. I can't believe--there was a modified cop at dinner with me and you didn't even remember the network. [GROANS, he thought it would've been safe!!]
Couldn't--couldn't you have, I don't know. Maybe discussed it with someone? I know you were undercover and all, but. Some of the other cops? Me, maybe? So that someone at least could've tried to talk you out of it?
[video]
Danny, I spoke with Sherman and was offered modification on the 12th. I lost my memory on the 14th and accepted the offer on the 19th. [As in, it all happened too fast. Sigh.] Believe me, I had every intention to ask a few people of their thoughts on the matter, but wound up not knowing there was anyone to ask.
[Who could he have asked when assuming he's his usual, friend-less, lone-wolf self?]
[video]
Yeah, I know. I just--I dunno. It's messed up. [He's looking away from the camera at this, trying not to meet Karl's eyes from the screen.]
S-so, um. What now?
[video]
I use these abilities and my association with Sherman for our advantage. It may prevent anyone else from suffering at the hands of the police.
[video]
I-I guess. Just, um.
Good--good luck?
[He's looking down, away from the camera, for several moments as he mulls over his next words and tries putting them together. When he finally looks up again to talk, his tone is a lot quieter.]
...a-and if something like this happens again, maybe tell one of us next time?
[video]
I will.
[He'll try, he will. It may not seem like much, but trying is already more than he would done a month ago.
After a brief moment of silence, Karl speaks up once more. One more thing needs to get said.]
...And I'm sorry.
[video]
He mumbles his next words.]
Y-yeah. Thanks.