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backlog ][ closed to rido/police plot ][ ongoing

When; Backlogging throughout the past week
Rating; R, violence, language, etc
Characters; Those involved in Rido vs the Police
Summary; Tying up/backlogging loose ends for the plot; thread headers will say who, what and when!
Log; OOC:
This plot is officially ending (re: Ray and Tsurugi are being reinstated and Rido is beginning his punishment) on Wednesday, June 30. This log post is to wrap up any loose end that need to be played out, so anything that you don't have any other place for can be popped into a separate thread here. Feel free to make a separate thread, give us some time/place info in the comment headers and have at. Other than that, if you need to branch out from the major stuff, feel free to go wild.

Major threads:
- Syaoran, a bystander, steps up to the police with information -- bendytimed because it should've happened last week and it'll be happening after a few network posts after that point. [Syaoran, a police officer]
- Ken comes to someone to talk about his memories beginning to falter, not so bendytimed but still kind of funky. After Syaoran, before Rido's pickup. [Ken, a fellow officer(s)]
- Rido is found by the cops and questioned; possibly leading to an arrest and interrogation and then punishment for screwing with brains that aren't his. [Rido, a couple of officers]

OOC discussion/notification post at the police comm, feel free to coordinate with each other on who's doing what!

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It wasn't the first time Ken had been in the police station as something other than a cop, but it was one of the most awkward times he'd ever been inside the building. Each turn of a corner, he met up with acquaintances, and all of them shifted a little further away as if wary of him, or afraid the 'crazy' would rub off. As much as it pissed Ken off, he was honestly tired of all of it. Right now, though, he wasn't there to start anymore crap. He needed someone to talk to and he silently hoped he didn't end up running into Ray or his friend.

He didn't know that, that simple encounter could lead to a thousand different things. Mainly resulting to this unfortunate turn of events. He didn't immediately realize that it'd all turn into this after a quaint friendly discussion. Or was it even friendly at all? He should have discerned that sooner but, he had faith they were simply talking and nothing more.

So, when things began to go downhill, he returned to that fateful evening he saw with his own eyes (eye because his right wasn't counted) and sought the help of professionals who could deal with this situation.

"Excuse me?" He began, a determined expression crossing his features.

Rido saw no reason for caution through all of this, not when the council and it's overlords were nowhere to take action. So this night was like any other, and he took it upon himself to go to one of his frequent haunts.

The vampire reached out his hand, taking the proffered glass of blood from a particularly friendly young human, and he cast her an even smile. His other hand reached out, inviting her to sit with him and keep him company in the dimly lit alcove.

Which means, naturally, that Chris is walking files around and back to the bullpen, exactly in the right place to run into Ken. Stopping dead, he eyes the other man a little bit tensely.

"Ray's been suspended, y'know," he says. "Y'won't find 'im 'ere."

Of course. Sighing, Ken held his hands up as if to show he really meant no harm.

"I know he's not. I'm not looking for him, actually. I... kinda need to talk to someone about the case. Somethings... weird. With the memories," he admitted, shaking his head a little.

Whoa, wait. This sounds like a LEAD. "S'really only me in...in Intel right now," he says, shuffling his files under his arm and taking a notepad and pencil out of his pocket. He doesn't say anything further, but waits, looking up at Ken over the open notepad.

There's a moment where Ken almost tells him to put the folders down, but he refrains. If Chris drops them, he drops them.

It takes a moment for Ken to collect his thoughts, having had them scattered over the last few days as he tried to piece everything together. "I'm still seeing him like before, but the eyes aren't right. They're different colors, red and blue, and kinda... offset. They don't really fit in Ray's face, and they're glowing. Last time I checked, his eyes didn't glow," Ken muttered, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Red an' blue eyes....glowing....don't fit..." Chris mutters as he takes down notes. "They don't, and 'is eyes aren't red, well, bad 'angover, I s'pose." He smiles slightly but he's mostly taking this incredibly seriously.

"So, Ray 'ad eyes that weren't actually his eyes. Sounds a bit like one o' them shiny-eye demon things Dean were talkin' about. Though I think 'e would've mentioned if they 'ad one eye red." He thinks about this. Maybe Dean just forgot?

"What d'you think made y'start rememberin' differently?"

"I think Dean's lost his damn mind about the demon thing. Why would a demon want to play around like this? Wouldn't they like... want to eat us instead," Ken asks, frowning a little. While he knows Dean's really been trying to help everyone involved, Ken's never been a believer in such things.

Chris' last question made Ken paused in his little mini-rant, sighing softly.

"I started having nightmares about my death and ever since, even the memories are like the dreams. Exactly like them."

"I dunno much about demons," says Chris, shaking his head. "Y'don't get them where I'm from, not really. I reckon cos Dean hunts them all the time 'e'd know somethin'. Maybe they like t'play with their food? Glowin' eyes sounds demon-y, though."

"Hm...how'd you get the memories back in th'first place?" asks Chris.

"I still think he's a little nuts, but he is the expert on all this, which is kinda scary to admit," he mutters, smiling a little at the thought.

"I just remembered, just after they told everyone that Carling got head of Intel."

"Dean's a good bloke." He shrugs. He's not sure why it's scary. Dean seems like a proper sort of copper to him.

"Okay," says Chris, writing this down as well. "Can y'remember anythin' else besides eyes? I mean, Don't 'ave t'be now, but if y'think really 'ard, or sommat? I'll keep adding to the case notes but it don't sound like a very trustworthy memory..."

"Yeah. He is."

Ken glances off to one side, absently scratching at his cheek.

"It's been getting worse the longer it's been since I remembered it. I doubt that's much help but... I guess it's something."

[ooc: As far as I am aware, Chris is going to be with Dean. If this changes I'll let you know]

Dean isn't happy to be in on the questioning end of things. However he is glad to be doing something toward helping both Ken and Ray figure this thing out. This place gives him the creeps. All kinds of wrong and against a hunter's instincts to be in a place like this and yet Dean pushes on through, swaggering past as he flashes his badge. He's dressed in jeans, a tee shirt and a flannel button down left open.

"Rido?" He cast the woman next to the vampire a look then looks back at Rido. "Dean Winchester."

Rido's eyes slid from the tasty morsel beside him towards the sudden intrusive sound of Dean's voice. And while there were many things about this city that were very much to the vampire's liking, the fact that no one here could muster even the slightest courtesy remained annoying.

Humans, and their ignorance...

Keeping his thoughts carefully masked, he managed to keep a polite smile etched upon his face. "Lord Rido." It was tiresome to have to keep explaining what should already be known. "If you want to be on such 'familiar' terms with me to call me by my first name alone, you'll have to do something to deserve it."

It was a thought, taking payment for such an honor. He did smell quite delicious.

"So maybe it does 'ave t'do with that rubbish brainwashin' by Saxon," says Chris. "Could be stuff he remembers only now you do. Or sommat. Not that I mean Ray killed 'im but... I dunno." He taps at his notepad. "I've got it all written down, anyway. Ta, Ken."

If Chris hadn't been a vampire, it would have taken a lot more to get him to come down here. As it is, he's actually here, flashing his badge right after Dean and looking around a lot, a bit twitchy from all the blood smells. Walking over to stand by Dean, Chris folded his arms, still looking very hesitant but considerably less afraid of dying. He, too was not exactly dressed for the place, wearing one of his woollen tank tops over a shirt and his, as usual, not exactly high-quality suit trousers.

"Sorry, sir," said Chris, being faintly in practice in dealing with eccentric nobility. "Didn't know about any title. I'm DC Chris Skelton an' we're both from th' City Police. D'you 'ave somewhere more private you'd like t'go? We need to question you in con...conjun...related t'some murders."

Dean smirks at Rido's comment then rolls his eyes at Chris. Yeah it'll be about 2.5 seconds before he ends up smacking him in the back of the head.

"Yeah, Lord Rido and since we're not on first name terms you can call me Officer Winchester."

Yes he does manage to say that without snickering. Barely.

Of course he's kind of giving Chris a 'are you crazy' sort of look. More private with this guy probably isn't the best thing.

Although the Pureblood found great humor in the thought of a more secluded area in which to 'speak' to the police officers, he carefully kept his amusement from filtering onto his expression. Instead, he mulled over their request for a few moments before leveling an even gaze in their direction.

"Alright. I'll speak with you, even though you are interrupting my... 'date'. Ruining it, I think, with comments of murder." His eyes turned on Chris for a moment so that he could let his meaning sink in more fully.

Shrugging, he tipped back his glass of blood to take off the edge of his unquenchable thirst. "You've got me a bit curious anyway. So, where to? Shall we take a walk? Or do you have someplace else in mind?"

"Tryin' not to, sir," says Chris, trying to match the piercing gaze. "Won't do, long as you cooperate. Gen'rally we ask folk we're questionin' t'come into the Station but--" --you're a vampire. And no-one makes vampires go anywhere, even if you are a vampire. Chris is sure he's a feeble vampire that wouldn't be able to make this creepy one do anything.

"--seems more polite not to interrupt your dinner," he finishes feebly. Maybe Dean will be able to say something more applicable. After all, he deals with demons and stuff. Must know vampires.

"Anyway, it 'as t'be somewhere with a bit less noise so that this'll work," says Chris, easing out the tape recorder he has shoved in his pocket. "Procedure an' that."

"A bit less noise but not entirely secluded. Maybe another VIP room?" Dean suggests. "I bet it could be arranged."

Quite frankly, Dean would rather be outside doing this. It gave him room to work if things went poorly. It wasn't terribly conducive to an 'interview' though.

"Sure. I believe my 'usual' is vacant." And if not, the vampire was certain it could easily be arranged.

Standing, he leaned in to whisper something to his date before walking past his 'escorts', not even waiting to see if they would follow.

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Syaoran: Bendytimed to some time within the last week, before Ken's memories

Ken: Bendytimed after Syaoran, before the cops question Rido

Rido: questioning, bendytimed after Ken, some time before the 29th

Ken: Bendytimed after Syaoran, before the cops question Rido

Syaoran: Bendytimed to some time within the last week, before Ken's memories

Rido: questioning; Location: the Den; Sometime around 11pm

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Rido: questioning; Location: the Den; Sometime around 11pm

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Rido: questioning; Location: the Den; Sometime around 11pm