by Dafne Spencer » Tue Dec 29, 2020 6:47 pm
Dafne nodded.
"I'll get together a dossier of information I can find on the chump."
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Dafne spent the next two days not only information mining what she could on Basil Benson, but any of his associates and contacts in the interim time. Granted, he didn't make it easy. He seemed to drop off the face of the planet social media wise somewhere around five years ago.
As the trio entered Luton, Dafne began going over the information she found while Gus drove.
" Alright lads, let's get our ducks in line before stepping into enemy territory.
Government name Basil Oliver Benson, though claims to be the son of our currently AWOL uncle Edmond Dantes Jules Spencer. Nineteen years old, though twenty in just a handful of days. Many happy returns, Jon Snow.
Attended Holland Park School as a secondary, a state school known for pumping out drama majors, until he was sixteen years old. He seemed to be going down that path himself based off what he was willing to share about himself online when he was younger, but it seems turning into a gothic fiction husbando when he was fifteen threw a spanner in his plan. He basically fell off the radar then, internet trail wise.
What I have found post his mutation is that he's not only telling the truth when he says he's a graduate of the mutant school, he's also an employee of the Uni. Works in the library as an assistant.
Didn't find anything on any of his coworkers that seemed relevant, but in searching for more information on him I found out he owns several properties, which is probably his back up plan to make money once this all breaks and his supposed step father George finds out about all this, presuming this Basil character is correct in his presumptions.
The one that really stood out though, was the purchase of a townhouse in Maldon which he owned for exactly two days before he signed it over to a Colette Astrid Madeleine Rosenhof in exchange for a single 20 quid note.
I didn't find any photos of her persay, but I did manage to locate an Instagram of hers where she posts pictures of things she's eaten, cute animals she encounters including the neighborhood cat, and things she finds weird about British culture. Did I mention she's French? She's French. And by the snap shots of her arm, literally the same colour as Pinkie Pie."
Danfe texted a link to Hugo of the Insta account she referred to, specifically a set of posts from Colette about Colin the Caterpiller, how weird Brits are for liking them, and later begging forgiveness of Colin after having tasted one for herself. Colette's use of the English language in text form was a whole, completely separate mess from the English that came out of her mouth, but Hugo wouldn't have the pleasure of comparing them just yet.
She also sent him a shot of a shocking pink arm that was supposedly the account owner's covered in cat hair. Blurry in the background was a huge blob that was vaguely cat shaped. The caption read:" When ur other BF visist be hind the 1st 1s back. Hesso fuzzy!" A much clearer complimentary photo of the cat in question was posted with the same date stamp, and read "hansum boy."
"Worth noting, our potential cousin also has a love of the drink, according to his partner."
Dafne sent Hugo one more that showed no faces, but a large, slender fingered hand holding a plastic cocktail glass resting against a trouser'd knee, suggesting the hand belonged to a man. If Hugo employed his training well, he'd notice the wristwatch was the same as the one worn by the invisible man in the security feed stills he'd been provided by his mole the day before. The caption on this one read: "Brits take NE escuse they can 2 drink. even a 30min trainride. hes lucky hes cute."
"It's safe to say from her commentary pertaining to him through out her account that this woman has him around her finger. Which is to say, it's possible he's not looking for money, but she might be. And a randy, lonely mutant boy seems like a thing that would be very easy to exploit. Especially one that genuinely is Edmond's progeny. We know how the men in this family behave when they get a whiff of perfume in their nostrils and he was the shining example of the rule.
I think that's everything for now. I'm sure I could find more given the time, though I doubt this yobbo's time limit was deliberate to keep me from finding anything else. With how badly he wanted to be in the public eye in the past, I suspect his disappearance has more to do with embarrassment than any shady behavior.
Questions, comments, concerns?"