there's nothing we can do but play cops and robbers

[vinovidivici]

Who: OPEN
When: November 27th onwards
Where: City of Siren’s Port
Summary: Any actions/encounters relating to the Rail Tracer investigations sparked by Czeslaw’s broadcast can go in here. You can tag in with an open comment or leave your date/location in the comment header for specific threads.
Warnings: To be added as necessary. Let's kick things

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Various locations and times between 11/27 and 12/1 | open!

[vinovidivici]

NV text | 12/1, morning | closed

[stoicloyalty]

[ Something like worry is slowly welling up inside her and shifting, from light to heavy, with every message she receives from him or sees on the network-- and seeing the news feed this morning has only made that feeling heavier.

It should not be for his safety. She can trust in his ability for self-preservation, even if he has been named in the murder case aside from that child's accusation. However that logic does very little to relieve that emotion weighing her down.

The thought of another close one imprisoned-- it might simply bring a bad taste to her mouth when they are both in the same city, and when she can still find him, but that something else that seizes her and makes her anxious is nameless for now.

Her message is short, with more question behind it than usually resides in her concise writing. ]

Are you working?

Video

[vinovidivici]

Day off! [ Mildly, as an afterthought: ] I'm not sure if it's permanent.

Did you wanna maybe do something? [ It's hard to find anything unusual in his manner. There's definitely nothing strange about him taking advantage of time off to ask her out - perhaps he's grinning a touch wider than usual at her rather leading question. Nothing to suggest he just read his own name in the news feed. ]

[stoicloyalty]

[ Permanent. The way he shrugs that off is not troubling, per se, but it does not alleviate her worrying. At least he's doing well-- enough to consider an outing.

After a moment to mull over his question, she switches on her video feed, head tilted a little before the background brick wall she leans against. ]

I have another job within the hour.

Bar Shenanigans|11/27|Closed

[cursestained]

[Normally, it's generally a really bad idea to ask a man accused of being a murder-happy monster to meet you in a place of his choosing, without letting anyone at all know you're going.

It's rather dangerous for Naoya, too, but he's not terribly worried. This is the address, let's find a Rail Tracer. He figures Vino will see him long before he sees Vino-being a six-foot-one albino dude in geta has disadvantages.]

[vinovidivici]

[ Matching a face to a voice tends not to be a scientifically accurate exercise, but from his table in the corner Claire watches for a moment before deciding that in this case it's too obvious to be otherwise. Well, even if he's wrong and it's not the right guy, he's here to be sociable, right?

He rises and takes a path to the bar that weaves around some rowdier drinkers and leaves him standing next to Naoya, by what would seem like chance. ] What're you drinking?

[cursestained]

Sake. [He isn't really interested in it, but when in Rome...]

[vinovidivici]

[ Bingo: that was the voice. He orders the drinks - sake and whiskey, neat - and points over to the table he just vacated. For now he's keeping an open mind about Naoya's motives. A business proposition, perhaps? Funny way of going about it but he's had stranger. If it turns out to be something more detrimental he's confident in his own fight or flight capabilities; he doesn't bother with keeping an eye on the other man as he's served. ]

In and around Sector 4 or the Underground Mall | 11/27 - 12/3 | open for questioning or the like

[immortale]

[Maybe he's just left the boarding house on his way to work or maybe he's wandering around in some bit of spare time, but he's likely to be lost in thought, with hands shoved into pockets of an overcoat as he makes his way through the streets.]

11/27; afternoon

[topslug]

[ At this point, the official police search for Claire Stanfield hasn't been put into motion yet-- but perplexingly, despite Yako and Neuro's combined efforts, the man just can't seem to be found. For the moment, then, she's resigned herself to trying to catch ahold of the people who know him instead. After all, she's barely acquainted with the man; it might do to gather a little more information on him before she actually accuses him of anything.

She isn't actively looking for Firo, but she'd taken note of the people who responded to Benjamin's post, and he's one of the people she's keeping an eye out for. Which is why it's funny that she literally runs into him-- as she navigates the crowded street, she ends up bumping hard into his shoulder as someone rudely shoves past her and makes her stumble. ]

[immortale]

[Firo had been in a sour mood since Czeslaw's borderline accusation -- and asking Claire about it had only complicated his feelings on the matter. Going out to get some air hadn't helped him in sorting through things at all, either... His relationship with Czeslaw was already complicated at best, but his loyalty to Claire is making him start to doubt whether anything between them was really the way the young immortal said it was.

He's deep in thought when he feels someone's weight hit against his shoulder.]

'scuse me.

[The irritable-sounding apology is muttered without thinking, but Firo also glances to see who it was who'd run into him. When he does, his manner brightens at the sight of a friendly face.] Oh!

Are you alright, Miss Katsuragi? [It doesn't look like she's tripped, but something must've made her run into him.]

[topslug]

Sorry-- [ Yako's apology cuts off when she recognizes Firo just about the same time he recognizes her. Judging by the expression on her face, she's feeling pleasantly surprised as well-- though for not entirely altruistic reasons. ]

I'm fine, Mr. Prochainezo. [ She looks at him with candid curiosity; the shift in mood hadn't escaped her, and while she has questions for him of her own... ]

What about you? Are you alright? [ She's probably not just asking about his shoulder. ]

Claire Stanfield | on the lam | 12/1 - 12/4

[walkentomyfist]

Sector 6 | 12/4, midday | open to Ivan and Fratley

[beardedveteran]

[ Kotetsu can't pin down what exactly it is about this patrol that makes him so uncomfortable; having co-workers with him, the suspect in question, or the crime. Just seeing photos of what was left of the victims in the subway was enough to make his stomach turn, and connecting those to Claire--

Perhaps he's simply unable to want to take commands from another officer. Well, a more experienced officer leading the patrol is probably better than any alternative. He makes another irritable sound to chase those tangled feelings away and continues behind Fratley, dragging his feet a little along the sidewalk. ]

12/2!!

[topslug]

[ Somehow, things haven't gone exactly as planned. Between notice that the police are looking for Claire as well, Yako gets the distinct sense that they're running out of time.

She doesn't think that Claire is the culprit-- and she doesn't need Neuro's demonic powers manipulating her arm to tell her that-- but he certainly isn't just the jaunty young man he appears to be, either. Benjamin's terror had seemed genuine enough for her to wonder exactly what Claire Stanfield had done to him, but that was a question better saved for another time...

For now, she stands at a street corner, too stiff to just be casually waiting around. Why they haven't found Claire yet, with all of Neuro's demonic powers at his disposal, is a mystery to her: either he isn't trying very hard, or Claire has talents that challenge even demons. In any case, Neuro isn't with her at the moment, but he's rarely found far from her side these days...

[walkentomyfist]

[ The disguise is kind of ridiculous but it's worked before, albeit on people who didn't actually know what he looked like in the first place. He still maintains that the fake beard, hat and thick glasses are what's kept the cops off his tail so far.

The small matter that the beard is a completely different color to his hair perhaps demonstrates that he doesn’t have a whole lot of respect for law enforcement.

Of course, none of that is much help when he all but runs into a semi-familiar face. He doesn't click that the girl on the street corner is Yako until it's too late to change course. Instead he deliberately passes her more closely than necessary, eyeing her with mild curiosity behind the specs. Even if she recognized him, what could possibly come of it? ] Excuse me.