Detective Loki had had a tip-off about some alleged criminal activity at this address. He scouted the area briefly, listened and observed then went up to the door and knocked on it authoritatively.
The apartment was a small one, but its occupant had lived in a smaller one his whole life. The legendary six-tatami apartments of Japan were closets compared to even the smallest ones you tend to find in American cities. It was in a decent area, not upscale but not the slums either - which made police visits rare, and ones like this even rarer.
It doesn't take the occupant long to answer the call, and the Detective is in for a bit of a shock. Soma's an albino - white hair and all. He's moderately tall, just under six feet, and built like a stick figure - all bone and sinew. It's a little hard to tell that, though, under the long coat. ...Why's he wearing a duster coat indoors?
That's not the shocking part, though. That would be the wall visible in the background - the one covered in what looks like an entire museum's worth of weapons, mostly blades - though there is a handgun and what looks like some kind of uber-futuristic laser type thing, too. Pride of place goes to a positively gigantic greatsword. "Something I can help you with, officer?"
David Loki stands at about six feet tall himself and he gives the person who opens the door a quick glance then notices the wall of weapons. He's immediately on alert but not jumping to conclusions just yet. His hand rests on the gun in its holster at his side.
"We had a complaint... Do you have a license for those firearms and weapons, sir?"
They could be replicas, he thinks. Especially so prominently displayed and not hidden. But still...
"Yes. One moment, let me get my wallet." He reaches behind his back, extracting a nondescript black trifold, probably fake leather. From its depths he plucks a card - a C&R license for firearms. "The guns are unloaded and I don't keep ammunition on hand; the blades are museum quality pieces, all authentic. You can inspect them if you like." He steps aside, inviting the detective in - he has nothing to hide, at least not in here.
Well. Except for the obvious battle damage on some of the weapons, that is - but if they're the genuine article, some of that is to be expected.
"If you touch any of them, be careful - some of them are extremely sharp."
"Something like that, yes. Mostly I'm trying to keep the really dangerous pieces out of the wrong hands, though." He nods towards what is at first glance a display piece - a sword stuck through a stone. "Kind of doubt that England wants a new monarch, for example." He steps into the mini kitchen to pour a couple glasses from a pot, then offers Loki one. "Fresh tea. Or are you the coffee sort?"
If Loki's got any kind of a sense for danger, it probably started going nuts the moment that door opened. The why for this isn't immediately apparent, though - so far, Soma's been nothing but cordial, and there's no obvious contraband anywhere in the room. Aside from the wall of weapons, at least.
"Thank you but no," he politely refuses the offer of a drink.
Being a regular human - although a decent detective - he does have some suspicions and he is on alert but he's not getting any extra sense of anything too dangerous just yet. His skills lie in his determination and not always an immediate instinct. He's often gone off the track, only to circle around to the correct conclusion by never giving up.
Soma shrugs a little and sets both glasses down on the low coffee table in front of himself, before sitting down. "Soma Cruz. And you, Detective?" Still the picture of cordiality, and visibly relaxed. Either this one's really good, or he really didn't do anything.
He picks up one of the cups and takes a sip, looking across the gap. "You can sit down if you like, or wander about and examine things. I'm afraid there isn't much to see, though - I've only just moved in." And it's true - the place still has that new apartment smell of carpet glue and industrial cleaners. If he's been up to anything nefarious, the blood was probably still fresh on the ground.
Soma shrugs a little. "Sure. Not much else to see, though - just the bathroom and bedroom." He stands, carrying one of the mugs of tea, and leads the way towards one of the two doors that don't lead out into the hallway.
The bathroom is pretty much your standard arrangement. Tub with shower, toilet, sink, medicine chest with mirror, and lights. There are fresh towels in the rack, paper where it's supposed to be (and the package it came in in the waste bin, supporting his claim that he just moved in). Fairly high-end shampoo and conditioner, soap, and a back brush. Nothing much to see there, though the medicine chest is slightly open. Inside, if he decides to look, he'll find a bottle of pills that claim to be for anemia. Recent fill date, several refills.
If Loki does decide to snoop, he'll notice Soma doesn't seem particularly bothered by it.
He does open the cabinet door further to inspect - but not touch - the contents. He takes mental note of everything he sees and moves on, letting Soma lead the way again.
Barbara studied the detective's face carefully in turn, Caitlin for her part staying silent. Loki could catch a glimpse of the girl too, now; same face shape as her mom, similar hair color, brown eyes.
"I think I know what you're talking about, sir. May I please have your name?"
Nothing looked amiss in the front hall, though there could now be heard a much fainter noise, like something small-yet-solid falling over again and again.
The bedroom is much like the rest of the apartment - newly furnished and fairly clean. The bed isn't made; apparently the occupant isn't too worried about the small stuff. There's a bin by the bed with some bloodstained tissues, and a few drops on the pillowcase as well. No wounds obvious on his face - maybe he had a nosebleed?
There's nothing under the bed - not even dustbunnies, which isn't surprising, since the rest of the place is pretty much new.
The first real oddity will show up in the dresser, where there are... not nearly enough clothes for a person to change on a daily basis. In fact, there only seems to be a couple suits of pajamas and another, single copy of what he's wearing now, minus the coat and boots.
Also in the bedroom is a small computer desk holding a laptop, with a password entry screen showing. There's a fairly standard office type chair sitting by the desk, and that's about it.
Kaz had never seen the Crow Club empty so fast. Sure it was a gambling house but being so far from regularly patrolled streets meant it was a pain to get to. There were much better pickings elsewhere. And while Kaz paid taxes (and a little something besides) the law never ventured this far.
Calmly opening the door, all that Loki would see is a seventeen-year-old, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with matching black gloves on his hands, leaning on a crow's head topped black cane.
"Good evening, officer."
His voice was like grated rock salt but he was certainly polite.
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Date: 2019-11-30 09:57 pm (UTC)From:It doesn't take the occupant long to answer the call, and the Detective is in for a bit of a shock. Soma's an albino - white hair and all. He's moderately tall, just under six feet, and built like a stick figure - all bone and sinew. It's a little hard to tell that, though, under the long coat. ...Why's he wearing a duster coat indoors?
That's not the shocking part, though. That would be the wall visible in the background - the one covered in what looks like an entire museum's worth of weapons, mostly blades - though there is a handgun and what looks like some kind of uber-futuristic laser type thing, too. Pride of place goes to a positively gigantic greatsword. "Something I can help you with, officer?"
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Date: 2019-11-30 10:14 pm (UTC)From:"We had a complaint... Do you have a license for those firearms and weapons, sir?"
They could be replicas, he thinks. Especially so prominently displayed and not hidden. But still...
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Date: 2019-11-30 10:22 pm (UTC)From:Well. Except for the obvious battle damage on some of the weapons, that is - but if they're the genuine article, some of that is to be expected.
"If you touch any of them, be careful - some of them are extremely sharp."
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Date: 2019-11-30 10:45 pm (UTC)From:He doesn't intend to touch any of the weapons but he does examine them visually, getting a closer look. "So you're a collector?"
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Date: 2019-11-30 10:59 pm (UTC)From:If Loki's got any kind of a sense for danger, it probably started going nuts the moment that door opened. The why for this isn't immediately apparent, though - so far, Soma's been nothing but cordial, and there's no obvious contraband anywhere in the room. Aside from the wall of weapons, at least.
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Date: 2019-11-30 11:20 pm (UTC)From:Being a regular human - although a decent detective - he does have some suspicions and he is on alert but he's not getting any extra sense of anything too dangerous just yet. His skills lie in his determination and not always an immediate instinct. He's often gone off the track, only to circle around to the correct conclusion by never giving up.
"What's your name?"
You get the whole Decter family to make this work. XD
Date: 2019-12-01 12:36 am (UTC)From:"I can get it, mom!"
"No, you're not, Caitlin. There's no need."
When the door did open, a woman of average height, light-brown hair and blue eyes met Loki's gaze firmly.
"You got a warrant, officer?"
First things first; there may not have been any criminals in this house, but this family had been bothered by law enforcement before.
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Date: 2019-12-01 01:35 am (UTC)From:He picks up one of the cups and takes a sip, looking across the gap. "You can sit down if you like, or wander about and examine things. I'm afraid there isn't much to see, though - I've only just moved in." And it's true - the place still has that new apartment smell of carpet glue and industrial cleaners. If he's been up to anything nefarious, the blood was probably still fresh on the ground.
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Date: 2019-12-01 07:29 am (UTC)From:He straightened up when the door opened, polite and professional.
"We had a report of a disturbance here, ma'am. Mind if I take a look around?"
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Date: 2019-12-01 07:34 am (UTC)From:"Mind giving me a tour?"
It served the twofold purpose of keeping Soma in sight and actually getting a look around.
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Date: 2019-12-01 10:29 am (UTC)From:The bathroom is pretty much your standard arrangement. Tub with shower, toilet, sink, medicine chest with mirror, and lights. There are fresh towels in the rack, paper where it's supposed to be (and the package it came in in the waste bin, supporting his claim that he just moved in). Fairly high-end shampoo and conditioner, soap, and a back brush. Nothing much to see there, though the medicine chest is slightly open. Inside, if he decides to look, he'll find a bottle of pills that claim to be for anemia. Recent fill date, several refills.
If Loki does decide to snoop, he'll notice Soma doesn't seem particularly bothered by it.
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Date: 2019-12-01 10:44 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2019-12-01 05:04 pm (UTC)From:"I think I know what you're talking about, sir. May I please have your name?"
Nothing looked amiss in the front hall, though there could now be heard a much fainter noise, like something small-yet-solid falling over again and again.
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Date: 2019-12-01 09:48 pm (UTC)From:For now he would let her talk, but he was aware of the odd sound.
And thus debuts Schrodinger, literal cat burglar!
Date: 2019-12-01 10:17 pm (UTC)From:"Our cat's been getting out of the house. We don't know how he's doing it," she says, turning back sharply to look at her daughter.
"It doesn't help," a disembodied, male, voice adds in, making both women freeze stock-still, "that the electronic cat flap is automatic as well."
There is a pause, during which Dr. Decter looks strongly like she wants to facepalm. She doesn't, however, and turns back to Detective Loki instead.
"We've got him in his cage for the moment, Detective. You need to see him?"
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Date: 2019-12-02 10:07 am (UTC)From:There's nothing under the bed - not even dustbunnies, which isn't surprising, since the rest of the place is pretty much new.
The first real oddity will show up in the dresser, where there are... not nearly enough clothes for a person to change on a daily basis. In fact, there only seems to be a couple suits of pajamas and another, single copy of what he's wearing now, minus the coat and boots.
Also in the bedroom is a small computer desk holding a laptop, with a password entry screen showing. There's a fairly standard office type chair sitting by the desk, and that's about it.
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Date: 2019-12-03 11:56 pm (UTC)From:Calmly opening the door, all that Loki would see is a seventeen-year-old, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with matching black gloves on his hands, leaning on a crow's head topped black cane.
"Good evening, officer."
His voice was like grated rock salt but he was certainly polite.