bakerstreet | I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING SMART

[I donate this criminal for you to fight.]

[She's probably a criminal, either with drugs or getting paid to beat people up. Or both.]

((Can we say crooked beat cop much?))

[If you don't mind cross canon, I could volunteer Chie for this?]

((Sure! I've played P4 so I'm familiar with Chie. Any specific scenario you have in mind?))

[The second one of the Turks showed up, stopping at the edge of the coagulating pool of blood, Cloud had expected to be dismissed, no matter what his superior had said about staying on the scene. Wasn't like he had any protest he could make (well, aside from that mission months ago, he hadn't let anything stop him from trying to stay with the professor then) if the Turk told him to leave.

Hadn't happened yet, though, and Cloud leaned in a little, scrunching his nose at the overwhelming stink of blood and shit permeating the alley. Didn't look like a robbery, even one gone bad; despite laying on the ground and soaked in his own blood, the man looked almost pristine. And...

Frowning, Cloud took a step to the left and tilted his head, trying to get a better angle from the streetlight because he looked somewhat familiar---]

... Isn't that--- [Cutting his soft, distracted mutter off and ducking his head, Cloud bit his lip. One of Scarlet's aides. He wouldn't even know that if he hadn't been among the few unlucky from his platoon diverged from their usual morning training routine a week ago to play escort for her. That guy had been with her then...]

[Another day, another fucking nastyass mess left out all nice and sticky-like for him to cover up. All in the line of duty, or some shit. And don't get him wrong, the espionage and the blowing shit up part of the job was great. The clean-up? Not so much.

Thing was, dead bodies turning up in the back alleys of Midgar proper weren't all that unusual. But ShinRa employees, especially the ones with the honest jobs? That was a whole other ball game. There'd been a string of these murders over the past couple months – aides to higher-ups and white-collar office monkeys who spent more time in their cubicles pushing papers than seeing the light of day - so, yeah, no one important, right? Not people who'd made any kinda name for themselves in the company, but people high enough on the food chain for the brass to start taking notice. And the brass were none too happy.

Reno recognized this guy all right. Scarlet went through aides like most normal people went through condoms; but this guy, this guy had stuck around longer than most. Probably 'cause he'd had a pretty face, but hey. Reno wasn't gonna judge. Whatever kept her happy kept the rest of them out of her line of fire.]

Well, shit. [Reno flicked the end of his cigarette into the pool of blood that was congealing fast on the ground, the butt letting off a few last feeble tendrils of smoke before drowning in the sludge. Digging in his pocket, he produced a rumpled pack and lit another, peering down at the body with a bored expression.] Scarface's gonna throw a fuckin' fit when she finds out.

[Biting down on something that was more like reluctant amusement rather than disapproval to Cloud's embarrassed horror, he took half a step back out of the spreading pool of blood. Watching the dissipating smoke and then up to the man's face again, staring at the nearly comically surprised look he seemed to have gotten stuck with in death, he grimaced.

His stomach turned, and Cloud told himself it was the smell and not because he'd seen the man walk after Scarlet a week ago, the only one of four in her entourage who'd escaped from being yelled at or condescended to (well, excluding the four infantry playing escort).]

... Did they know that? [Glancing to the Turk even if his helmet mostly hid the look, Cloud hesitated before he continued, softly;] Or was he just... convenient?

[It probably was the latter, honestly - what did he know? - but it just seemed pretty... stark, that the one of Scarlet's aides laying there in his own congealing blood was the only one Scarlet had seemed to treat nominally well, whatever the reason.]

[Reno's eyes narrowed, gaze sliding to peer sidelong at the uniform next to him. Pretty sharp call, for a trooper. And right on the money, too. Color him impressed. Yeah, there was definitely something big about to go down here. Nobodies or not, the execs connected to the murder victims were too specific – the targets too calculated to hit them where it hurt - to be anything but coordinated, premeditated hits. Anyone with half a brain who bothered to check the facts could see that; these murders were meant to send a clear message to the upper echelons of ShinRa.

'Course, hell if Reno knew what that message was, but details, details.]

Fucked him up good either way, poor asshole.

[Reno half-turned to the infantryman, lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag as he sized the guy up. For sure the murders were connected, but whoever it was pulling the strings in the background was doing a damn good job of making them look random. So far, ShinRa was playing right along. No point showing your hand before all the cards were on the table, and they didn't stand half a chance at spotting an invisible opponent's tell if they couldn't keep up a decent poker face themselves. Besides, they'd be up shit creek without a paddle if word got out to the civs that they might have a serial killer on their hands.]

Whaddya know?

[Turning when the Turk did, Cloud ducked his head at the question, flushing awkwardly. Why was he asking him - or well. Why not? He was the one who found the guy (because he was on his patrol circuit) and had sort of made some aborted noise that he recognised him.

Shaking his head as he straightened back up, Cloud shifted his helmet, uncomfortably aware of a few bangs lying all wrong.]

Um... found him fifteen minutes before you turned up, but I didn't see anyone nearby. [A pause as Cloud reflexively glanced down at the guy again, frowning underneath the weight of his helmet and continued softly;] I reported it instead of trying to look for whoever did it, even if... they should've been close considering this is still congealing. I got pulled to escort Scarlet a week ago, and he was the only one that didn't really... get yelled at.

[Why go after him anyway? Cloud really didn't get it, because in the bigger scheme of things, all this guy had going for him was that Scarlet liked him, and that seemed... an awfully petty and awful reason to kill someone.]

And, I was told to stay on the scene by my superior.

[He still didn't get that one; sure, it was his job to, but no matter who'd have turned up to deal with this, if they told him to leave they'd undoubtedly have the authority to make him do that.]

[Reno watched the trooper closely, sharp eyes not missing a single twitch or fidget or shift of weight. Seriously, the hell kinda cadets were they graduating these days? This kid seemed green as his granny's dentures, fiddling with his helmet like some kinda rookie. Whatever, not Reno's problem. He had asked the right question right of the bat, and that was nothing to spit at.

Though he showed no outward sign of what he was thinking, here was something intense about the Turk despite the relaxed slouch of his shoulders and the casual way he stood with one hand shoved deep into the pocket of his wrinkled slacks. It was the piercing weight of his gaze, maybe, or the liquid precision that seemed to characterize his every movement. Like something dangerous carefully contained under a veneer of practiced control, ready and waiting to be unleashed at any moment. He never moved except to lift his cigarette to his lips as he listened, quiet for an almost uncomfortably long time before he asked:]

What's your name, kid?

[Definitely silent for a very long, uncomfortable moment and Cloud forced himself to not hold his breath while he waited. In fact, as the silence lengthened he straightened back up; nervous and a little confused or not he hadn't done anything... well, aside from finding this guy.

And noticing their schedules in general had been wrecked to hell at least the last two months, with increasing patrols put on the office levels for no obvious reason. At least no obvious one until he'd found this guy...]

Cloud Strife. [Maybe taking off his helmet at this point was ill-advised, but the Turk's sharp gaze on him or not, Cloud didn't really care. Wasn't like he couldn't find out what he looked like even if he didn't do that or even if he didn't tell him his name. So he took it off and tucked it under his arm, meeting Reno's eyes flatly - it was similar and yet really different from the other Turks he'd met, and it was almost kind of interesting to compare.]

Don't think that's gonna help with this, though...

[A shrug.] Just bein' friendly, yo.

[Reno almost did a double-take when the kid – Cloud? Really? – took off his helmet. 'Chocobo' was the first thing that came to mind when he got a good look at the hair, and the corners of his mouth curled up into something that was more of a leer than a grin. Right then. Cloud the chocobo-head. Got it.]

Word from the brass is we're gonna be workin' together, Cloud. [Derisive. Amused. He sucked on his cigarette, sizing Cloud up with a critical look like maybe he had to pass some sort of test before Reno agreed to work with him. (There was no test, Reno just liked watching the uniforms squirm. Apparently he could be hella creepy when he tried and it was fucking hilarious to no end. Simple pleasures and all that, right? Anyway.)]

Tell me 'bout your patrol tonight.

[Order issued like he was the new boss, Reno turned away from Cloud abruptly and moved around the pool of blood, kneeling on one side of the body to get a closer look.]

[Cloud notices the second the Turk hasn't just noticed his hair, but drawn conclusions. Trying to battle back the heat rushing through him and darkening the tips of his ears, Cloud narrows his eyes and meets the look with a this-side-of-sullen determined glare of his own. He refuses to be intimidated by (creepy) staring.

Though that definitely makes him weirdly miss the first Turk he met, or even Tseng. Both of those options seem better than this leering redhead.]

With me? [He can't help the way that slides out, the narrow stare softening up into something more confused instead. He's not really... anybody, and he doubts he has the skills to somehow figure out who'd murdered this guy but orders are orders.]

... Haven't seen anyone acting strange, or anything. [A pause as Cloud blinks and looks down at the corpse.] Actually... didn't see him pass me either. I've been here since four, and... there's been people from the offices passing by since five...

[He hasn't thought about it before, but that means this guy didn't come from the Tower. Or if he had, he must have taken a longer way around to get to this alley without passing Cloud on his route.]

[Reno had eyes like a hawk, for as much as he'd earned the rep for being the most ADHD of the Turks. Hell, he played it up; let 'em think he's got the attention span of a goldfish. Wasn't doing him no harm giving that impression. Anyway, he was way more observant than people give him credit for, and he caught the tinge of pink coloring the tips of Cloud's ears before he turned away, smirk hidden behind the butt of his cigarette.

So the kid was a blusher. Cute. Definitely filing that little tidbit of info away for later.]

Yup, you're it, hotshot. You're gonna be my right-hand kid 'til we catch this fucker. You sure must've pissed someone the hell off to get the short end of this shit stick.

[As he spoke, Reno's eyes scanned the body, taking in the pristine uniform, the multiple stab wounds to the stomach (hella overkill – this one was personal), and finally the look of shock permanently frozen on the poor sucker's face. Gave Reno the heebie-jeebies something fierce, the way those dead eyes seemed to stare straight through him. Gross.

Ignoring the fucking rude-ass staring, Reno stuck the cigarette between his lips for safe keeping before reaching out to rifle through the man's pockets, like looting dead bodies weren't no thang. (It wasn't, actually; he went through dead guys' pockets all the time. No point letting shit go to waste, yo.) While Cloud gave his report, Reno's search produced a crumpled up piece of paper, which he flattened out to find nothing written on either side.]

Now ain't that interestin'. [The Turk stood again to dig in his own pocket this time, until something in Cloud's report called his attention back like the rookie'd just claimed they were doing a two-for-one at the Honeybee Inn, and he yanked his hand out of his pocket to tug the cigarette from between his lips so he could ask:]

You never saw him leave the building?

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[Oh, wasn't that fun to hear. And maybe the Turk was wrong, but... Cloud wouldn't be surprised, either, if he was right about why Cloud got stuck with this. He was almost distracted out of recounting what he did know when Reno knelt down then and there and started to go through the man's pockets.

That just... Staring, a little wide-eyed, even if he was aware that that was probably just proper procedure even if you weren't a Turk, Cloud frowned and looked away after a moment. It still didn't feel right.]

No. [Looking out at the end of the alley to watch the few people passing by cast brief looks at them and then hurry onward, head tucked down, Cloud shook his head.] ShinRa employees are pretty visible, but... never saw him.

Must've taken the long way around..?

[Or maybe that wasn't it. He couldn't have died long at all before Cloud found him, so how did he get here?]

( morally ambiguous pi from the continental detective agency. would play for either side if the job called for it and if the check cleared. )

[ he's been known to break up crime rings. ]

[legit police detective ~~whose best friend happens to be yakuza~~]

[ actual cop. info here. cross-canon/cross-medium/OCs welcome. ]

[cop AU hell yes]

[still want to play? I'm a bit late to the meme, I know]

[Cop, info here.]

Edited 2017-03-16 09:24 (UTC)

[[ooc: not an official detective, but he does tend to stumble upon things he shouldn't...]]

[ Consultant who makes cool tech gadgets. ]

[This is sort of his gig as a superhero.]

[now, now, bad guys. you gotta be good!]

[does Kara need some long distance backup? Babs would love to whisper in her ear]

[Of the two, Geo is the nice cop, the people person, the one that actually can deal with nearly any situation that gets thrown at her. She's got a hell of a shot and definitely a few questionable driving habits.

But she definitely can't take down a person with physical strength alone. Such is life. You can't have everything, and Geo's pretty okay with that.

Strength in numbers, right? Hope's not so bad. Usually she's the one behind the wheel, not Geo. Not exactly easy trying to communicate while driving when you need your hands or something to dictate for you.

Geo begins to rapidly text, before holding the phone up as they drive to their destination.]

Just us this time?

[She never did like Siri's voice. Cortana was always nicer sounding to her. It really was the final point on her getting an Android.]

[If this were a movie, Hope was more than aware that she would be labeled the rebellious rookie cop with an attitude, who, through a friendship with her perkier partner and perhaps some quirky bonding situations, would change her tune and find faith again in humanity. While she liked Geo just fine, since she was an ace shot ( Hope didn't even hold a candle to her when it came to that ) and did make interacting with most of the populace easier, Hope couldn't say her attitude had been improved quite yet.

They had been called out to check out an abandoned house, which had suspicious activity during the past few weeks. It could just be a place where teenagers were causing trouble, people were meeting up to buy drugs, or something innocuous.

She glanced at the corner of her eye at the text, nodding at the question.]

I doubt we'll need back up, but I'll call it before we go in.

[The house was only a few blocks away, but still-]

You ready?

[Geo nodded, though she couldn't say she was particularly prepared for this. Without a lot to go on, it's hard to really brace yourself outside outside of being braced for anything.

The young cop glanced out the window, watching the houses, the trees, the people go by.

She couldn't help but cock her head at a group of a few people who seemed to be watching them too. They seemed to be walking slowly, ambling really, but something...

Geo whistled for attention, just loud enough to force Hope's attention to the people outside. Could she see it too, maybe?]

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[For someone who couldn't speak, Geo could let herself be known in other ways. Hope wasn't sure sometimes if she was grateful for it or not, but she let her gaze slide over to what her partner was looking at, putting her sunglasses up on her head to help better her view. They were definitely moving oddly, but they could be drunk or drugged up. For now, she was just going to keep her eye on them, nodding to her partner as they pulled up to the house.

As she got out, she kept her hands near her side, ready to draw if she needed to, but for now she was going to head up to the house, which had definitely seen better days. Everything looked like it was one step away from crumbling. In their car, it had been nice and pleasant, but out here, something reeked like something had died.

She glanced back at Geo, gesturing for her to watch her back when she went to knock on the door.]

[Geo nodded, keeping close, but just out right out of sight from the door frame. If it would be innocent, she'll simply appear.

If things got quickly out of hand, well. They'd be expecting just the one, not the both of them.

Something did smell like death, though. Putrid and decaying, as it were, but the source of it she couldn't tell. Maybe the smell came from the house itself, already so impregnated into the windows the walls themselves gave off the foul odor.

If only she had eyes on the back of her head, to watch for people passing by... For now, she waits for the door, hearing the shuffle of movement behind it, hoping someone would open and not have to crash through it.]

[Call it a sixth sense, or perhaps a gut instinct that had been honed in these sorts of situations, but something felt terribly wrong. Hope couldn't help but back up a few extra steps away from the door, hand already near her hip, eyes narrowed. The shuffling that was happening behind the door wasn't out of place with someone who was lethargic or perhaps doped up, but it raised the hairs on the back of her neck all the same.

The door rattled once the footsteps stopped, and for a few heartbeats, Hope held her breath. The doorknob jingled slightly, and swallowing, Hope called out.]

Police. Performing a welfare check. Please open the door sir or ma'am.

[For a moment everything was still, until the door burst open, Hope's hands going to her taser first, nearly gagging at the overwhelming stench of death and decay that spewed from the house.]

[Geo couldn't stifle the gagging from the stench. She's ready, hands still clutching her gun, but it's taking a lot more than just willpower to keep her from heaving a bit.

Thankfully, she gathers her wits, goes for her badge and flashes it at the small woman suspiciously eying them.

A squatter? How long had this house been like this?]

There's nothing to check.

[Geo shoots a look at Hope. Muscling through would do her no good, but there's something behind these doors. Something that needs to be let out, or put away.

Nothing like a typical work day, right?]

[ You get the most unenthusiastic partner who'd rather lock himself up in an offering box than run around talking to people. ]

I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING SMART

Roman Torchwick|RWBY|OTA

sam murphy (original)

Arthur | Inception

Reno | Final Fantasy VII

Re: Reno | Final Fantasy VII

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is it fighting crime if they work for an evil corporation...

evil is such a strong word... Reno prefers to think of ShinRa's methods more as... alternative

yeah I guess we can go with that. Like alternative facts.

exaaaactly.

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sorry for the delay! i'm still p hyped for this thread. been concocting potential plot. :3

:D No problem at all, I can wait as necessary! And ohh, nice~

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Ruby Rose|RWBY|ota

Chie Satonaka|Persona 4|ota

the continental op | dashiell hammett's stories ( modern au )

byomkesh bakshi | DETECTIVE BYOMKESH BAKSHY!

Ryuuzaki Ikuo | Ouroboros | OTA

stella gibson | the fall

Mulan | Disney's Mulan

Re: Mulan | Disney's Mulan

Jenny Holm | OC | ota

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

Daniel Rand | Marvel (616 or MCU)

Cisco Ramon | DCTV/The Flash

Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | ota

Luke Cage | Marvel 616/MCU | ota

Kara Danvers | Supergirl | OTA

Re: Kara Danvers | Supergirl | OTA

Hope Li | OC

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Takumi Hijirihara | Killer Killer

Denki Kaminari | My Hero Academia