Ana and Jake first meeting

* Jacob_Brandt walks up to the Locke residence, before knocking softly on the door.
* Anastasia_Locke opens the apartment door
Anastasia_Locke: "Hi!"
Jacob_Brandt: "Hello, you must be Mr. Locke's daughter, is your dad home?"
Anastasia_Locke: "You're looking for Pete?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Is that his name? In that case, yes, I am."
Anastasia_Locke: "Sure, I'll go grab him!"
* Anastasia_Locke dashes to Peter's room and knocks on the door
* Peter_Locke follows Ana to the front door
Peter_Locke: "Can I help you?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Why yes, what do you know of Trickenfleur?"
* Peter_Locke blinks
Peter_Locke: "Who's asking?"
* Anastasia_Locke watches in rapt attention
Jacob_Brandt: "I am, of course."
* Jacob_Brandt grins
Peter_Locke: "Then the information is classified."
Peter_Locke: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Jacob_Brandt: "In that case, have this..."
* Jacob_Brandt hands a letter to Peter, then leaves
Peter_Locke: "Uh... huh."
* Peter_Locke locks the door and heads to the kitchen table to read the letter
* Anastasia_Locke reads over his shoulder
Jacob_Brandt: *Inside the envelope is a pair of elongated scissors.*
* Peter_Locke rolls his eyes
Anastasia_Locke: "Is that... ?"
Peter_Locke: "They may be"
Peter_Locke: "Call the office, please"
* Anastasia_Locke grabs the phone and calls the nearest police station
* Anastasia_Locke passes Peter the phone
Peter_Locke: "So.  The kid, Trickenfleur?"
Peter_Locke: "He's sent me a gift."
Peter_Locke: "Can I get someone from forensics down here to take a look?"
`DICE: "What? Did ya get a package or somethin', Pete?"
`DICE: "Bomb squad's been waitin' on some work, heh heh."
Peter_Locke: "An envelope.  With a potential weapon inside."
`DICE: "Envelope? Weapon? What's the weapon?"
Peter_Locke: "A pair of shears.  Might match whatever was used on Doug."
Anastasia_Locke: :o :o :o
`DICE: "Alright, I'll have the lab check it out. Send in the envelope, we'll check it out when we have time. I thought you were done with this case, Pete."
Peter_Locke: "You and me both."
Peter_Locke: "I'll bring it in.  See if the security cams caught his messenger's face."
* Anastasia_Locke runs off to do so
`DICE: "Alright, we'll get a copy of the tape too. See you soon Pete. Tell Anna ol' chief Bronson said 'hello.'"
Peter_Locke: "Talk to you soon, yeah."
* Anastasia_Locke returns with a laptop connected to the camera system as Peter_Locke hangs up
Peter_Locke: "Bronson says hello."
Anastasia_Locke: :D
Anastasia_Locke: "Didja say hi back for me?"
Peter_Locke: "I'll say it when I turn this stuff in.  Let's see what we've got."
* Peter_Locke burns the recording onto a pair of flash drives, then captchalogues those and the scissors+envelope
Anastasia_Locke: "Gotcha!  Heading out right now?"
* Peter_Locke nods
Peter_Locke: "Better safe than sorry.  Back in a few."
* Peter_Locke leaves
Jacob_Brandt: roll 1d10 for Jacob to return
`DICE: Jacob_Brandt rolled 1d10 for Jacob to return [ 1d10=5 ]{5}
* Jacob_Brandt knocks softly on the door.
* Anastasia_Locke looks through the peephole
* Jacob_Brandt's eye is looking through the peephole as well
* Anastasia_Locke decaptchas pepper spray and readies an action to use it
* Anastasia_Locke opens the door
Anastasia_Locke: "Can I help you?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Calm down, I won't hurt you."
Anastasia_Locke: "What do you want?"
Anastasia_Locke: "You're acting pretty creepy, all things considered."
Jacob_Brandt: "To talk, of course, why else would I come here?"
Anastasia_Locke: "He's already left."
Jacob_Brandt: "I know."
Jacob_Brandt: "Now, may I come in?"
Anastasia_Locke: "I don't think so."
Jacob_Brandt: "It is dreadfully cold out here, you know."
Anastasia_Locke: "Won't be any warmer inside.  Probably even colder, really."
Jacob_Brandt: "No matter, that is fine as well. Are we ready to talk?
Anastasia_Locke: "I told you, he's not here."
Jacob_Brandt: "You know nothing?"
Anastasia_Locke: "About?"
* Jacob_Brandt stares at her blankly.
Anastasia_Locke: :|
Jacob_Brandt: "I see, in that case, how are you?"
* Anastasia_Locke responds before remembering she's not supposed to be nice to this guy
Anastasia_Locke: "Fine, and yourself?"
Jacob_Brandt: "I am fine as well, have you done anything fun recently?"
Anastasia_Locke: "Well, me and-"
* Anastasia_Locke shakes her head
Anastasia_Locke: "What are you doing?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Talking, what are you doing?"
Anastasia_Locke: "Who are you?"
Jacob_Brandt: "If I tell you will it put your mind at ease?"
Anastasia_Locke: "Yes.  Yes it would."
Anastasia_Locke: "Quite a bit, actually"
Jacob_Brandt: "In that case, my name is Jake, who did you think I was?"
Anastasia_Locke: "I don't know."
Anastasia_Locke: "Why are you here?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Various reasons, but mainly just to be nice and get to know you."
Anastasia_Locke: "Why me?"
Anastasia_Locke: "There's a lot of people in the complex that you could get to know."
Jacob_Brandt: "Because you were nearby, so no reason really, but I had business with your father as well. You saw how that went, right?"
Anastasia_Locke: "I did."
Anastasia_Locke: "Not sure why you think I'd want to be friends with you after that."
Jacob_Brandt: "For giving him a newly bought pair of scissors?
Anastasia_Locke: "For getting him worked up about it."
Jacob_Brandt: "Don't tell me you don't like to mess with people,"
Anastasia_Locke: "Well YEAH, but it's different with this!"
Jacob_Brandt: "He must really have a beef with that kid."
Anastasia_Locke: "What kid?"
* Jacob_Brandt facepalms
Anastasia_Locke: "..."
Anastasia_Locke: "Why are you messing with him anyway?"
Jacob_Brandt: "Why do you ask? I'm sure he enjoys his job."
Anastasia_Locke: "He does.  What he DOESN'T enjoy is people like you who make it harder."
* Jacob_Brandt's legs get tired, so he sits down crosslegged.
Jacob_Brandt: "You didn't see that look in his eyes, did you?"
Anastasia_Locke: "What look?"
Jacob_Brandt: "That look of triumph, almost as if he was determined to beat whoever it was for at their own game."
Anastasia_Locke: "I'm pretty sure he's not trying to beat you at your own game.  Especially since your game consists of making you look nuts."
Jacob_Brandt: "My game? No, it was obviously meant for Trickenfleur."
Anastasia_Locke: "Right, that guy.  Same thing."
Anastasia_Locke: "Making up enough false accusations that it's impossible to argue against them all, then needling at whichever ones get missed."
Jacob_Brandt: "You realize I hate him as much as your father does, and all he needed was a little kick to jumpstart things again. Even a fool would notice that."
Anastasia_Locke: "You can't convince Peter to go after Harmenst by getting him angry.  That'd be ridiculous."
Anastasia_Locke: "He's not a gun you can point and fire."
Jacob_Brandt: "Then how would you describe him?"
Anastasia_Locke: "I don't think I should tell you that."
Jacob_Brandt: "The point is, I can help him as long as he lets me, but that is not the case."
* Jacob_Brandt mumbles, "More useless than an owl."
Anastasia_Locke: "What sort of help would you even provide?  Trying to make him angry enough to go into some existential rampage against a particularly obnoxious kid?"
Jacob_Brandt: "I cannot tell you that."
Anastasia_Locke: "Then we don't want help."
Anastasia_Locke: "So please go home."
Jacob_Brandt: "I just let him hurt you then, if that is what you desire."
Anastasia_Locke: "Now you just aren't making sense.  Nobody's hurting anyone."
* Jacob_Brandt stares blankly