It was a matter of formality. Had she been any other civilian, she would have been arrested for being an accomplice to the occupation but she had some credibility of being loyal to the village that aided her cause. Regardless, bureaucracy demanded a certain amount of paperwork to be done before a chuunin was allowed to enter the field again. Sitting alone in the small room, she had been hand-cuffed to the desk without a fuss; this was their job. CuRua was being held in a different room and Shinji would be called in to give his witness of her actions. She had all but confessed to being crazy, thinking that a month had passed when it had been a matter of days. Her history would be combed through, proving the man she called Ojisan was indeed her uncle through the Inuzuka clan. Record would state that he had been exiled for killing the pack-alpha. The official story was that he had acted unprovoked and simply slaughtered a man he deemed unworthy of leading the clan. That was the version Yume had been told as a child to teach the error of acting without the clan’s best interests in mind. After having heard Urufuu’s side, her opinion had changed. His family had been murdered for being unclean and he had been cast-out for the same reason that Shinji had; he possessed no affinity to a familiar. It explained why the clan was always so leery of her brother, wanting Yume to distance herself from his ‘filth’.
Of course, her uncle’s involvement wasn’t what had pushed her to insanity. When the tower exploded, all she could think about was if Sousuke was inside. No one had seen him and all that Yume knew was that he was busy that day. They were supposed to have dinner the following night. For her, time stopped and everything became quiet and loud at the same time. Nothing made sense and for a moment she feared that she had lost someone she was just daring to let into her heart. To the village it was the fear of loosing a leader; to Yume it was the fear of loosing a mate. Her addled state drove her to search the village, questioning the actions of the Main branch Sennin, pleading with Uri and Judori for any information. The last place she had left was Keystone Prime where she stayed, holed up for three days and made her acquaintance with the wolf-man. The blood work that would be taken would show signs of her immune system combating mold spores that had been released into the air when the miscreants from the Obsidian Palace had ransacked the facility. Coupling the hallucinogenic properties of the mold with her precarious mental state and it was enough to push her over the edge. It was likely that her rapid breathing exacerbated her reaction, leaving Urufuu and Mako unaffected. The Masashi veteran was probably saved due to her cigarettes killing the spores before they entered her lungs.
The last thing that might come into question would be her use of blood jutsu. It wasn’t illegal but it certainly put people on the watch list. A tome that had been given to her by Al Haqqish provided the ground work for using blood as a replacement for water, allowing her to adapt many of the techniques she already knew. An itch to know more had been tickled when she made the acquaintance of Sanban and somewhere in her mind it still lingered, only lightly scratched after watching her co-worker be turned into cubes of meat by invisible bands. She had been warned of the dangers and madness that came with her thirst for knowledge but it was a minor price to pay for a blissful moment of knowledge.
Had the lab not exploded she probably would have been questioned about human testing but other than her use of certain ‘willing’ subjects, there was no record of any such depraved experiments having occurred. Looking down, she tilts her head to get a better look at the ring that had been welded to the desk. There was an opening that had a lock on it, holding the circle closed around the chain that connected her cuffs. She wondered what sort of metal it was, and what properties Sousuke could tell her about it. Would it rust? Did it conduct electricity? Or perhaps it had been specially treated to not absorb chakra so that metal-adepts could not easily flee. Her musings took up only a few minutes of her time and she returned to looking around the room patiently.
All she could do now was wait until they were ready for her.
[MFT; WC: 786]
Of course, her uncle’s involvement wasn’t what had pushed her to insanity. When the tower exploded, all she could think about was if Sousuke was inside. No one had seen him and all that Yume knew was that he was busy that day. They were supposed to have dinner the following night. For her, time stopped and everything became quiet and loud at the same time. Nothing made sense and for a moment she feared that she had lost someone she was just daring to let into her heart. To the village it was the fear of loosing a leader; to Yume it was the fear of loosing a mate. Her addled state drove her to search the village, questioning the actions of the Main branch Sennin, pleading with Uri and Judori for any information. The last place she had left was Keystone Prime where she stayed, holed up for three days and made her acquaintance with the wolf-man. The blood work that would be taken would show signs of her immune system combating mold spores that had been released into the air when the miscreants from the Obsidian Palace had ransacked the facility. Coupling the hallucinogenic properties of the mold with her precarious mental state and it was enough to push her over the edge. It was likely that her rapid breathing exacerbated her reaction, leaving Urufuu and Mako unaffected. The Masashi veteran was probably saved due to her cigarettes killing the spores before they entered her lungs.
The last thing that might come into question would be her use of blood jutsu. It wasn’t illegal but it certainly put people on the watch list. A tome that had been given to her by Al Haqqish provided the ground work for using blood as a replacement for water, allowing her to adapt many of the techniques she already knew. An itch to know more had been tickled when she made the acquaintance of Sanban and somewhere in her mind it still lingered, only lightly scratched after watching her co-worker be turned into cubes of meat by invisible bands. She had been warned of the dangers and madness that came with her thirst for knowledge but it was a minor price to pay for a blissful moment of knowledge.
Had the lab not exploded she probably would have been questioned about human testing but other than her use of certain ‘willing’ subjects, there was no record of any such depraved experiments having occurred. Looking down, she tilts her head to get a better look at the ring that had been welded to the desk. There was an opening that had a lock on it, holding the circle closed around the chain that connected her cuffs. She wondered what sort of metal it was, and what properties Sousuke could tell her about it. Would it rust? Did it conduct electricity? Or perhaps it had been specially treated to not absorb chakra so that metal-adepts could not easily flee. Her musings took up only a few minutes of her time and she returned to looking around the room patiently.
All she could do now was wait until they were ready for her.
[MFT; WC: 786]