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Post by Observer on Dec 28, 2010 9:50:04 GMT -5
Several days have passed after the disaster that happened in the air above the residential district, when a monstrous demon emerged from his hell-spawned world, to wreak havoc upon the lands. He was bravely fought back by the mysterious soldiers who wore no emblems, and destroyed. But losses were many. And Hypnos put much effort in keeping the incident a secret from general public.
Larry was part of such effort, although he really did not want to be. But what else could he do, after his digimon had to seek refuge from the very organization he worked in, the young man was often settled with such ... menial tasks, but important, non the less. He had to deal with, probably one of the few eye witnesses, the one from whose house the spawn had emerged. This was serious, and Hypnos did not trust the police on dealing with this accordingly.
There, that house, the address matched perfectly. It wasn't too hard to find it, considering it was the only house with windows broken out from the inside. He was supposed to talk with whoever owned the place, see if they know anything. And he had just the right cover to do so. Approaching the door, Larry knocked 3 times, rather heavily too.
- Tokyo Central Police Department. Open the door, please. - he would call as soon as someone would answer his knock, and showed the documents in the eye-hole. Hypnos made those for him just for such situations. For now, Larry was going to play the cop, in order to finish his mission...
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Post by Kyle Summers on Dec 28, 2010 10:09:32 GMT -5
The night of 'The Incident' was the worst - having to come up with some sort of explanation as to why the place was trashed. Kyle blamed it on a big bird that he had found in the house when he got back from school. The story didn't seem very plausible, but his parents gave him the benefit of the doubt, though he could see them keeping a closer eye on him now. Which was just great, considering he now had to somehow hide Luce - he couldn't let the little angel sleep/live somewhere outside, considering that a Devimon had just tried to kill him.
The window was boarded up and anyday now men were coming to replace it - the good thing about having a businessman for a father. Money. That was the reason he hadn't told his parents about Lucemon - well, one they may say'No', but two, his father was a business man, so reputation and image was a big thing for him.
In the days since the attack though things between Kyle and Luce had been going better. Their wounds were healing - in the case of Luce essentially gone. He must have some sort of increased healing, given that he's not completely organic. They had also worked out what the cards in the pouch were for - Kyle had put one and one together and swiped them in the reader-esque slot in the Digivice.
They had also gotten to know each other some - Kyle learning a little about the Digital World, and Kyle telling Luce about the real world. Apart from school it wasn't the worst couple of days ever.
"Coming!" Kyle called, telling Luce to stay out of sight and quiet as he went to the front door, and opened it to see a...cop. Oh, bugger. "Ahm, hi"
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Post by Observer on Dec 28, 2010 10:27:00 GMT -5
Larry took a step back as the door opened, knowing he probably stepped to close to it anyhow. A teen opened it regardless - he expected adults, though it was not them who he wished to talked with at the moment - according to reports received about time schedule, they were on the other side of the town during the incident, so couldn't have possibly known of what transpired.
- Good evening. My name is John Smith, criminal investigator. - he showed the documents identifying his person to the house-keeper. "John" was a fake name, duh, he rarely told his real name during missions to people, preferring substitutes. - I was assigned to investigate illegal house intrusion that took place here. Surely you know about it, tis why I'm here... - Larry said as he entered the house.
- You must be ... Kyle Summers, correct? - the "cop" inquired, looking into a little dossier Hypnos gratuitously provided on the whole family. Yes, the photos matched, so it must be him. He then heard some noise in the room, and looked around. He wasn't too worried though, or startled by it - not expecting to run into anything unusual. - Are your parents around?
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Post by Kyle Summers on Dec 28, 2010 10:47:57 GMT -5
John Smith? Well...Kyle's no PI or whatever, but that name kind of sounded a bit bland...or false. Not that he didn't believe that this guy was who he said he was but...John Smith is a generic name someone used when they were describing a random guy in an example. Teacher's loved John Smith.
"Ah, yeah. I'm Kyle. But it wasn't a house intrusion...some bird or something busted in while I was at school. I chased it away myself with a brush" That's believable, right? And in any case Kyle could have plausible deniability if he got his words right. "My parents aren't at home right now - they're at work or out"
He didn't know that his parents had filed a break in...he thought they had bought the bird story... Could they have done it in the time before he got to them? If they didn't believe him then they had bigger wills than him - he would be too nosey not to know.
"So Mr....John Smith, did my parents file a home intrusion, 'cus I told them that it was a bird"
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Post by Observer on Dec 28, 2010 11:14:22 GMT -5
- "Smith" will suffice. - Larry retorted, not liking the long mr. fakename whatever. His last name was short and snappy. He almost laughed when the kid told him the bird story. This was so incredibely fake no one short of brains would have ever believed that. And certainly his parents didn't, so they have made a call, but it was not the police who decided to undertake it.
- Yes you did, kid, and that was the lamest explanation I have heard in my life. Your parents described the damage done briefly - nothing smaller than an ostrich on steroids could have done such damage. Needless to say, they were very disappointed at you for lying to them the way you did. So they called for us. - Larry shook his head. One must really disrespect his parents to not bother even coming up with a more plausible excuse. Of course the adults assumed it was a burglar of sorts, and were unsettled with why their child was lying to them.
- But you won't try pulling the same shtick on me, would you? I can see through people's lies ... most of the times. So ... they told me your room was pretty smashed when they saw it. It is upstairs somewhere isn't it? - he shrugged and wanted to go upstairs, granted the kid would show him the way, when he suddenly ... heard another weird noise from the waiting room.
- Say ... you have a dog or something?
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Post by Kyle Summers on Dec 28, 2010 11:29:20 GMT -5
Okay, he was busted. Well, his lie was busted, but Luce wasn't out of the digi-closet yet. It was a lame ass excuse but Kyle isn't one that can think up convincing and detailed stories on the spot. "Alright, fine. No, a big birdie didn't smash up the place - but I've seen enough movies to know not to tell anyone the real reasons behind weird ass things like this. And no, I do not have a dog..." He would have just said he had a cat or parrot or something, but if this was as good at reading body language as he said, then it would be futile to lie. So...maybe if he tried mixing the truth with lies...?
"All I know about the other day is something was in my bedroom when I got home from school, and then all I remember is something...black...swiping at my face, and then I guess I blacked out or something. I woke up and the place was a wreck. But that sounds crazy, right?" He didn't think that sounded too bad himself - there was enough truth that it wasn't totally unbelievably, and he feigned confusion to make him look like the injured party - which was technically true.
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Post by Observer on Dec 28, 2010 12:06:06 GMT -5
- Yeah I figured the big birdie couldn't have done thi... Wait. What was that sound? - Larry heard another quiet noise. He was starting to get paranoid. It couldn't have been what he thought it could, the only spawned digimon was destroyed, right? Right. So Larry shrugged the irrelevant thoughts away, as he went down the small corridor to find the room. - Must be hearing things...
The kid confirmed Hypnos's suspicions - he did see something, something that they liked to keep secret, and they would keep it, one way or another. Smith was here to assure that. The room was close - the busted door was taken away, and it was the only doorless room. The fake cop hoped there would be more clues inside though. And his hunch proved right. So very right.
- U-la-la, yep, that's IT alright... - Larry exclaimed in amazement, as he looked upon the wreckage which was the room now. Some stuff was taken care of, but they couldn't hide dreadful clawmarks on the walls. Hypnos reports were correct, the creature did emerge here. The news was unsettling, if they could spawn inside houses, who knew what damage they could cause? Larry rubbed his forehead, gathering thoughts together.
- Something black, eh? And you didn't see it? - he asked incredulously. That thing should have made a lot of noise before getting spotted, so ... yeah, he didn't buy it again, one could have heard the clawing around and all that. - Riiiight...
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Post by Kyle Summers on Dec 28, 2010 12:14:06 GMT -5
"What was what...hey!" Kyle said, continuing to feign confusion, at least until the guy entered his house! without him inviting him in first. Was this technically trespassing? "Ahm, whatever the noise was doesn't really give you the right to just enter my house" Though it would seem his words fell on deaf ears, the man just continued on his way, towards his bedroom. Lucky for him Luce wasn't hiding in there.
Kyle stood in the doorway of his room, watching the man snoop, not liking it but what could he say? If he threw the man out that could cast suspicion on him. "Yes. Something black. Sorry if I didn't get a better look at it but whatever it was filled my vision just before I was struck unconscious. Whatever it was there was two of them, or at least two claws, 'cus one of them got me. I woke up bleeding."
"And now a question for you. You're obviously under the guise of a cop - a cop wouldn't be this...detective like. So why are you really here?"
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Post by Observer on Dec 28, 2010 12:31:35 GMT -5
Ah, so the kid was getting touchy. Nervous. This was actually a good sign, it meant Larry was drawing closer and closer to what really transpired there. Or better yet, he already knew it all, and was just confirming it. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out if the kid knew what he did. It wasn't that hard to figure - he obviously knew something. Though the idea that this guy could somehow make him go away was irritating - they prepared for all this first.
- First off, tis not your house, tis your parents' house, and they gave a signed permission to search it as we will. Here's their signed agreement... - Larry extracted yet another document from his inner pocket, and gave it to the guy to read and choke on it. Hnh, no one would be pulling the "you have no right shtick" on him.
Then the revelation came around - this was unexpected, it certainly surprised Larry, as it would anybody who would be accused in such a way, even if he was a real cop. So this confusion did not give anything really, and he regained normal composure. - And second off, yes I am not a "cop". A cop is a guy with a rubber bat that stands on crossroads and looks out for hooligans and other antisocial elements. They do not need to be too smart to do their job. THAT is a cop. I am a investigating officer. Basically a detective, so I am supposed to be that way. As I am supposed to see weird sh*t and figure out what exactly it was. - he snapped out. Oh, this was a good line, he really sounded offended by mistrust.
- And I say ... a Freddy Kruger wannabe did it. - this line was unexpected as well. It sounded ... not like a suggestion, but like a clear statement, which did not give any room for doubt. Strange...
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Post by Kyle Summers on Dec 28, 2010 12:41:29 GMT -5
Kyle took the slip of paper, glancing his eyes over it, peeved that the guy was right and he had no ground with which to protest Mr. Smith's entry. Even if it was uninvited, by him. Round 1 to him then. "Alright, so you're legally allowed to be here, Mr. Investigating Officer."
He was about to hand the slip back to the man, a little forcefully, when he made his Freddy Kreuger analogy - Kyle had tuned out the rest, not really in the mood for a lecture from this guy. He got enough of them at School. The teenager smirked at the guy. "You know, I never said the claw marks had four digits, it could have been three digited, or four digited, afterall you said you figure out weird poop- a four digited claw mark is normal. So you know more than you're letting on - you're not shocked by any of what I've said for one. Care to let me in on what tried to kill me?" Again play the ignorant card, with a hint of anger thrown in.
"As you said, you're supposed to help out with the weird shit."
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