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Post by Niso Konto on May 6, 2020 12:52:36 GMT -4
Niso still couldn't really believe it. If Daffodil was to be believed he now held in his hands the address of some old, retired St Marta's employee, said to still have in their hands access to the files Niso needed. Every old deleted case that they couldn't be bothered to deal with the mess for, this person supposedly had. He almost was a little worried to open the envelope and... he couldn't quite get why. This journey of finding them had been nothing but a miserable experience he should be glad to be rid of, glad to finally see to it's end but... here he was, thumb lingering at the envelope's flap, sighing in frustration.
He could just... take the address, go there, smash a window... if they had a safe he could just take that too if he hired some muscle but... that all seemed too easy. Too forward too.. succinct. He hadn't been looking for this for so long for it to all be over like that. Besides... this was probably someone who worked there during his childhood. Who would have seen that child the other kids and some of the adults used like a punching bag cause he could make his bruises disappear...yeah. He wanted this to be more personal...
Sitting at his desk at the Hellhound offices, Niso peered across through the open door of Freya's personal office. Seems she wasn't there... well, of course she wasn't. She was out on patrol... an idea was forming in Niso's head but... no. No this was good. he could get in this guy's face and see what he was like... see if he deserved to get off scot free from all this... Pushing off of his desk he'd slip carefully into Freya's room, easing around her desk and looking for something he felt assured she'd still have. She was an ex police officer afterall, managed her own swat team... she'd have kept something like that, especially since she was still a registered law enforcer...
Aaaaand there we are... bottom drawer on the side. Her police badge. A bit of pritstick glue and a well taken photo of himself and he could make this look like his own ID for a quick flash. He'd make sure to put everything else back the way he found it, and replace the badge as soon as he was done... he just hoped that wasn't something Freya checked on regularly, but she didn't seem TOO sentimental....
That night, a bit of light work, a check of the address, and a reminder to himself to thank Deffodil if this panned out... Niso had wandered up to the shack of a home this person had decided to spend their retirement at. He was in his 'gottschalk' disguise, still youthful looking but more mature and less wild looking than his usual self, wearing the slightly ill fitting suit he wore to work with Freya but... it was passable. He'd carefully knock on the door, resting his nerves a bit... maybe he'd be able to leave here without any bloodshed... maybe.
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Post by ak on May 13, 2020 1:02:33 GMT -4
Hiromu Nagayama was sitting in a comfy reclining chair sipping tea and listening to the news on the small television that sat on an old banged up tv stand. Hiromu lived in a rather small and beat up one bedroom house, it wasn’t necessarily run down, but it definitely wasn’t nice. But it was all he needed and all he could afford with his meager retirement. He was a worker at St Marta’s Orphanage for many years, and was a man that held a few titles while there. From a simple and unassuming paper filer/accountant, to a “Talent Manager”. That job title was what he was most known for among the children there. Hiromu had an ability to keep those with useful gifts in line and motivated. He made sure that they did as they were told and made examples out of those who stepped out of line.
Now in his 70’s Hiromu decided he had enough of dealing with those little bastards and wanted to just stay at home and do nothing. His decision was also influenced by the fact that with the advent of that cursed hero school and the fact that there were actual licenced heros. And thus there was an elevated risk in his former job of getting caught, and the last thing he wanted was to end up in a tiny cell. So he got out while he did and was able to get at least a small retirement plan out of the Orphanage, thanks in large part to some of the papers he kept as leverage, just in case the checks stopped coming every month. Taking a sip of his tea he reclined back and let out a tired sigh. He slowly began to nod off when a knock on his door stirred him awake. “Now who could that be at this hour?” He said tiredly. With a little bit of effort he slowly stood up out of his chair and grabbed his cane before slowly shuffling to the door. He slowly opened the door just enough so he could poke his head out to see who it was. Much to his surprise it was a police officer and his old heart began to race slightly. “O-oh Good evening officer… What are you doing at my humble little home at this hour? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asked. There was a bit of nervousness in his voice. He didn’t much like cops, and he especially didn’t like it when they were at his door.
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Post by Niso Konto on May 13, 2020 7:50:02 GMT -4
Niso wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been expecting. Some brute of a man maybe, or a vindictive old crone but… the man before him as he opened the door looked… cudgemy. Frail. Niso was both oddly relieved and disappointed in the same breath… his revenge would be more than easy to achieve if he so chose to take it, but would it be satisfying… his eyes took in his body because of this first. It was only when he met his face that a searing pain ran through his brain. Trying to rebuild neural pathways in his own head had been VERY tricky business, and since then, reminders of his true memories of St Martas had been literally harsh in their sudden burst into his mind. He saw flickers of this man but… not many. He remembered in passing seeing him take away the kids with more… inherently useful quirks here and there but due to Niso’s quirk mostly just being useful to ensure he could be abused without evidence at that age, he was hardly one of the ‘special few’ who got carted off to… ‘unique’ foster situations.
Still. With a light hand to his head he tried to silence the pain in his head and focus up quickly enough, presenting the stolen badge briefly so that the photo he’d stuck over Freya’s own face couldn’t be easily noticed as a forgery of any sort. “Hanzo Kolak.” He offered. He could have used his fake last name like he used with Freya, but on the off chance this guy survived he needed to feed him as much false information as possible. He closed up the displayed badge and shifted the briefcase he was carrying. “Sorry to bother you so close to dinner time but I was hoping I might have a word? You’re a former employee of the St Marta’s orphanage correct? We’ve been following a few lines of inquiry about them and was hoping you might answer a few questions, maybe help us chase up a few leads?” He held a warm smile as he tried to seem calm and approachable, but it was definitely a hard façade to maintain… even knowing this man worked for St Marta’s in any capacity made his stomache churn, and his memory was foggy enough that he couldn’t guarantee to himself if this was or wasn’t one of his personal abusers…. All he knew for now was that he had what Niso wanted, and so he had to maintain the act…
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Post by ak on May 19, 2020 14:01:16 GMT -4
Hiromu nervously opened the door to get a better view of the officer that was on his doorstep. He looked the man up and down and squinted his eyes at the identification he showed the older man. Without his reading glass it all seemed a bit fuzzy but the name appeared to check out. Though the man seemed a bit young to be a cop. Hiromu’s heart slowly began to race at the mention of the orphanage. “How many times are these damn cops and investigators going to stick their noses in where they don’t belong?” Hiromu thought angrily. “W-why yes I used to work there sir.” He said hesitantly. It was strange for a cop to randomly show up here and start asking questions about the orphanage specifically. Last he heard there was still no ongoing investigations and the orphanage definitely didn’t give him a heads up about any new ones. All this made the old man uneasy.
“Come in come in Officer. Let’s get you out of the rain so we can discuss any confusion and concerns regarding my former place of work.” He said in an innocent tone. As he walked back into the home he slowly shuffled his way over to his recliner and slowly sat down again l, cane still in hand. As he looked back at the other man, he couldn’t help but feel like he looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t place it. “So tell me officer, Kolak was it? What brings you to my home at this hour? I haven worked at the orphanage for a few years now so I’m not the best person to be speaking to about any recent troubles they might be facing.” He said. Hiromu wasn’t completely lying when he spoke, he in fact had not been in direct contact with the head of the orphanage for at least a few months. Last time he called was to inform them that he still had not received his monthly check yet and remind them of what he would do if they didn’t send it. “And from last I know nothing ever came from past investigations of the orphanage. Look up the records and see that I was fully cooperative with the investigation and the detectives in charge found no evidence of wrongdoing.” He said, in a slightly assertive tone. “At least thanks to me they didn’t.” He thought as he continued to stare into the eyes of the other man. “Those eyes….” Hiromu thought as he waited for the officer to respond.
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Post by Niso Konto on May 19, 2020 15:40:32 GMT -4
Niso could see the brief stagger in his motions, that look of nerves in his eyes, that flinch... it was all obvious enough for someone like him. He dealt with criminals as a living now and not all of them were great liers. That look where you're facing something dangerous, something that could very well mean the end of your days... even if his crimes only offered a few years. At his age? May as well be a death sentance in the Japanese prison system. Niso had to resist the urge to smile...~
He kept his act up well enough, bowing his head in thanks, genuine or not, for the ability to step in out of the rain, running his hands back through his hair to slick it back a bit out of his eyes just from the natural wetness it now held, taking any spare seat that may little the room, his elbows resting over his knees and taking a slow breath. The man was being nice but Niso could tell from his stagger earlier he had something to hide. Even if he had turned over a new leaf, Saint Marta's was still a part of his history...
"Oh I'm sure you were but er... see the thing is..." Niso placed the tips of his fingers together across his opposing hands, pretending like he had some sour news to deliver and didn't quite know how to put it forward. "However... co-operative you were in the past sir... things are starting to move a little faster..." Niso wasn't so used to lying. Bending the truth was his specialty, but an outright lie? Not his field... so he tried to base his lies in truth. Truths he could back up if need be. "A young man... a criminal actually, was recently brought into our custody. A rather er... big catch honestly..." He chuckled, feigning disbelief. "Sadly no one got the credit, news kept it quiet because well... he handed himself in. Pinocchio. He's on our most wanted quirk criminal list. I'm sure you may have heard of him on the news?"
He'd let that sink in, see if the man seemed to recognize it before continuing. "Turns out his real name is Niso Konto. A child of Saint Marta's... his terms for coming peacefully were that we take him under oath as he acts as witness on the Saint Marta's investigations. As you can imagine that's re-opened a lot of doors for us...soooo..."
He leaned forward over his own lap, trying to restrain a devious smirk. "I'll be blunt. You have one chance on the table here to save your own skin before we move in on Saint Marta's directly. Anything you want to... admit? To record testimony of? Any evidence from the old work days? I can offer you full amnisty for anything you disclose... but this is the one time I'll offer."
Niso was putting his cards on the table right from the start, rubbing his hands together to see if he could draw out the REAL face of the old man, spinning a tale that he was backed into a corner... and giving him a chance to show his true colors without consequences.
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