Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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OC: Just doing something different. If anyone has ever played one of those adult "who dunnit" games, this is an interesting variation that everyone might enjoy with your actual PC.

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[col][legend="[size=4][b]The Invitation[/b][/size]"]Today, on the 10th of March we cordially invite you to celebrate Moto Shigemi's seventeenth birthday at the luxurious Au Poivre Hotel and Restaurant for a dinner party followed by dancing and socialization. Gifts are unecessary, we understand the economic culture of your community.

Sincerely;

Moto Sakura
[/legend]|It was a strange invitation to receive, from a person you did not know but perhaps heard of. The Moto name belongs to a prestigious family in Soons Haven, an old family that is particularly secretive. The fact that there was an heiress was a great surprise to most in fact. Whoever she was and whatever the family did was somewhat a mystery to the general populous, but what is known of the family is the fact that every family head 'retires' and falls into obscurity at the age of forty seven and that the head of the family had recently celebrated her forty-seventh year. Retirement was on the horizon for Sakura and the family's power would soon transition to her heir apparent Shigemi. The family 'business' was silk, specifically silken textiles but they also owned the largest silk worm farm in the country and the wealth gained from the farm has not only sustained their clan but propelled them into the 'high-life' generations ago.[/col]

Soons Haven is a trade community located on the surface in Wind Country, one of Sunagakure's closest neighbors they are unofficially run by seven merchant lords: Fukui Shino the Iron Welder, Hisamura Ori the Leafed Emerald, Guchi Sheena the Indebter, Maki Shin the Supreme Fish Monger, Moto Sakura the Silk Covered, Oshiro Mako the Tome Entombed and Wakashia Hitaki the Spiced Prince. Moto Sakura is one of the most private, but ironically the most heavily photographed member of the Merchant Lords. In name she is well known among fashionistas and the upper echelon in Wind Country and even 'average' civilians may have heard of her due to the heavy media coverage she has enjoyed. For those that read magazines, the following is basic information on Moto Sakura, the mother of Moto Shigemi. Strangely enough, there has never been a mention of a daughter in the media.
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Moto Sakura of the Silk Dynasty
Moto Sakura the Silk Weaver

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Bloodline: Aburmane?

Age: 47

Physical Description:
Sakura is perhaps the vainest of the Soons Merchant Lords. She takes extraordinary precautions in making sure that her appearance is pristine in the extreme. Her long wavy green hair is often left down, it reaches her shoulder blades and is brushed often. Her hair matches her eyes, otherwise she has an affinity for warmer hues. As per her title Sakura wears nothing but silk material. Sakura oftentimes wears at least three different silk dresses a day, and those three dresses are only worn once. Oftentimes her choice in colors are that of various shades of red. She will begin the day in pink, then proceed to darker shades and ultimately end the day in a blood red dress. Her love of jewelry is apparent, each finger is often graced with at least one precious jewel. Many of these rings old, yet despite the years they glimmer like new. Necklaces, sometimes plural are also often enjoyed. Some claim that this is a demonstration of her wealth while others cite her vanity.

Mental Description:
She enjoys her personal space the most and at all times those who attend her are five meters away from her. Those who are in her circle are allowed to be within three meters of her. The degrees of separation she has between herself and others is to clearly demonstrate the difference in class between herself and others. She believes in class above other traits and values people not on their efforts or aptitude but rather their lineage. She is not afraid to remind others of the insurmountable differences between herself and those around her. Many would claim she was calculating and cold, but most prefer to use the term 'bitch' when describing this woman.

History:
Sakura is one of two Soon Merchant Lords who have inherited their title from their parents. Her family maintains a monopoly over the silk industry; they possess the largest silk worm farm in all of Wind Country. Often called the "Silk Dynasty" or the "Silk Weavers. While their bloodline limit is not a publicly known fact or even a rumor, this family has a profound kinship with their worms unlike society. The members of the Moto Clan are known to age gracefully and to have long lives, the reason for this (if any) is unknown.

Sakura became one of the Soon Merchant lords upon her seventeenth birthday when her mother retired from the position after holding it for thirty years. After her mother retired, she fell into obscurity despite strong media interest in how she was enjoying her 'golden years.' Their similarities are uncanny according to many historians between Sakura and her mother Sumireguesa. Most of the Moto Merchant Lords retire at the age of forty-seven. It occurred with Sakura's parents, her grandparents, and most likely she too will return upon the forty-seventh year of service in the Soon Council. Her status does attract a variety of male callers but she has never taken a husband. The fact that she even has children has been wildly left to speculation until today. Apparently Moto Sakura has done well to keep her family and her children from the public eye. This child's father is unknown, the same could be said if there were any other children to be had.[/legend]



You have been invited to this party. Perhaps you were more popular than you thought. Actually, that seemed strange as well. Those invited to this party seemed to be rather aberrant as well, as if a phone book was taken out and names were chosen at random for invitation. Oh well... a party is a party. Free drinks. Free food. Free music. A place so fancy, you might even want to consider excusing yourself to the street if you had to fart. IN fact, we should get to the setting of this tale. It was an expansive space, too large for most wedding receptions. A massive crustal chandelier hung overhead and illuminated cream-colored walls. Paintings decorated some of the walls that looked like they should have been reserved for a museum, perhaps they were borrowed by museums on occasion in fact. The marble floors 'cozied' if such a place could be considered homey, with antique rugs with delicate woven images of flowers and birds and sch lovely things that cannot be found in Wind Country.

Some guests have already arrived, some being affluent members of Sunagakure and others the wealthy businessmen and women of Soons Haven. You might feel out of place, but you would not be alone. Those with and those without were rather obvious, 'normal' people, some civilian and some shinobi, had also been invited to this hodge-podge gathering.
 
While her father would have been surprised to find that mere commoners had received this illustrious invitation to what would certainly be the most important social gathering this year, he was not surprised to have received one himself. Yumi's family was certainly not the most successful businesses in the Golden Crystal District, quite far from it in fact, they somehow managed to mask their ill fortune quite well. Her mother and father managed to propagate the charade of financial success so well that not even their own child understood this shrouded fact.

Gowned in a silken light red dress, likely in respect to the family, Tsukino Yumi had been ushered to attend by her parents who had more pressing business matters to attend to that evening. Her hair was unfortunately as much of a mess as it always was, but a black bow in her hair attempted to pull attention away from her clean light blonde hair. While she was not a socialite she did enjoy a more lavish existence than most of the villagers would have. However, that paled in comparison to what she saw as she stood in the main chambers holding a small elegantly wrapped red present in her hands. Her mouth drooped slightly as she took in the expensive sights and smells, admiring the beautiful outfits of the more regal guests which put even hers to shame.

Unlike most other here, even the common folk, she did not know much about the family or the daughter, and in the heat of the moment she couldn't bring herself to even recall the girl's name. A small twinge of nervousness pitted itself in the base of her stomach as she willed herself to begin to move around the room, working to not bump into anyone or to drop the gift her father had prepared for the heir. The only thing she could truly recall as the overload of extravagance almost shocked her senses was that she had to do her best to make good impression. She had no eye for business as she believed her parents to have, but she did know what being in the good graces of one's superiors meant.

Just as her attention began to drift off towards an elaborate painting on the far wall she suddenly felt like she ran into a wall herself. Stumbling back for a moment her hands gripped tightly onto the box to keep from dropping it as she realized the wall she had walked into was actually a rather large man. He did not seem phased by the small thing colliding into him, offering only a momentary glance down towards her before he continued to speak to a couple who stood in front of him. She tried to quickly right herself and gave the man a quick bow as she spoke sincere embarrassed apologies. Again he paid them little mind and she found herself quickly pulling back away from him, clutching the small box to her chest once more.

She quickly walked her way towards the opposite end of the grand room, her cheeks a flush red almost as vibrant as her eyes. How was the to make a good impression if she just stumbled around like a little ditz? Her dad wanted her there to be the face of the family and here she was just making a fool of herself. Once she reached the other far side of the room she turned and rested her back against the wall in an spot that was miraculously devoid of people for a moderately large span. He head drooped a little and she took slow, deep and measured breaths as she tried to steady herself once more.
 
A invite to a party ? huh interesting to say the least after all she was basically a nobody and new to the city to boot who in world would think that it would be a good idea to invite her. After all she doesn’t own anything outlandishly extravagant ( in fact she wasnt even sure she owned a dress at all. ) Standing outside the party she held the invitation in her hand dressed in her usual attire of the dojo’s black pants and green blouse with a white under shirt on. Saieko really hated being at these events. She kinda in a way had to go after-all she was invited and it would be rude of one to turn down and decline a party even if she was just invited for the sheer novelty of things. Strolling into the entrance saieko looked around and saw a lot of bustling and talking and congregating of people in large groups talking and carrying on. She knew nobody here,

“Tch” she said to herself she moved along the wall of the place and went to go look around at setting of what was around her. She was taught early on that one does not just randomly show up to anything without first sizing up not only the groups there but the setting as well. Surveying the room not much to see really just a bunch of ole fuddy-duddys literally gallivanting themselves in there perceived cliques and showing off to one another for sheer sake of vanity. Seeing how this place was a huge expanse with chandelier and marble floors and such not too many threatening places. Moving over to the back of the room Saieko stood against the a huge column that was supporting the buttresses of the ceiling with the ground . Thinking to herself,( this is just weird its giving off a bad feeling in my gut. I literally just moved here and already im being invited to this place knowing no one. I don’t like this one bit.)
 
Dai was among those guests who carried a mousy quality, drab and quiet. Really though, it wasn't her fault. Many of the people were overdone, like they were trying attempting to reach some unobtainable standard or another. The ten year-old pulled the crumbled up letter from her pocket and read it again. It didn't say anything about attire...

The invitation struck everyone from her home as completely random. Her family could be described as middle class, although Daichi was never too sure about such things. She only knew they lived in the near The Levels and that none of her parents knew this Moto Sakura or her daughter. Sure, her parents were probably aware of the Merchant Lord's existence, but neither cared enough to check whether the letter was a joke or not. So Daichi asked if she could go.

Apparently, she got her permission. The place looked extravagant, to say the least. Dai stuffed the paper back into her pocket and stared at her surroundings again. The ten year old was content to be left alone in the corner she claimed, especially since she wasn't the most out-going person to begin with.

Eventually Daichi got over the furniture that threatened to sear her eyes with glare, and turned her attention to the people present. Some folks appeared as they might belong here, but just as many people didn't. The lack of uniformity confused, if Daichi's expression suggested anything. Of course, most took refuge from that by gravitating near those that didn't look so different from themselves. The situation social situation would degrade until these strangers started forming clashing clusters.
 
The droning chatter of small-talk and social pleasantries permeated the colossal space. Many men and women dressed in foreign and domestic finery with a smattering of ... the insolvent. The clatter of glasses and the tink of forks against china all came to an abrupt halt as a woman entered the grand space. Her hawk-like features stole some of her beauty but none would dare utter such a misanthropic assessment less they desired to suffer this woman's scorn. Her skin, however was flawless like alabaster and her eyes like dull jade. Her austere features disreputably softened by ashen shadows. Her long wavy hair, left down as any who might have seen a photograph would recognize. All eyes turned to the Merchant Lord as her heels clicking the marble floor was the only sound heard. Many during this moment of disquiet were waiting for what followed the woman with a stern expression, the promise of a public display of her progeny coupled with free food was what drew the crowds as it was most certainly not her winning personality. A rotund gentleman, well dressed in a black tuxedo and a monocle that made him resemble in a small way a penguin attempted to kiss the Merchant Lord's hand in greeting but she snatched her hand away and gave him a sour look before uttering a few words nobody could hear before she distanced herself from the middle-aged man.

For those that knew anything about the Sunan elite, they would recognize the man as a disgraced banker Sato Itsuke. He used to run a somewhat successful bank until he lost his shirt nearly two decades ago when he tried to finance Moto's silken wares in Sunagakure. Wistfully, Sunagaure lacked the market for fine formal ware. Sunagakure and and was always first and foremost a hidden village, while some shinobis and some of the greater clans have enjoyed fiscal success for the most part Sunans were utilitarians that favored durability over finery and his business venture soaked his stores and by the year's end he was destitute. Rumor has it, he blamed the Moto family for this and that he sought their financial ruin for years attempting to find some financial oversight that would put the family away or at the very least enact karma onto them. His aspirations, if they existed never saw fruition but his work as a banker has slowly started to recover over the past three years inexplicably. It is said that he has ties to the Black Market in Sunagakure but if it is true there has not been anything to substantiate these claims.

Lady Moto seemed determined, she did not pause to greet several who kept their distance but gave her a verbal salutation. She made her way to a middle-aged man and slapped him across the face. Despite her hand being gloved, a sharp crack resonated through the space. Each of her fingers possessed a precious gem, a large ruby on her middle, a large group of saphires on her index and ring, a diamond-studded band on her thumb and her baby was an emerald. Her other hand was likely the same, however it did not garner the attention that her 'action hand' did. The man seemed astonished by the woman's affront as he gingerly placed his own hand to his reddened cheek. "What the hell is wrong with you!" He snapped, his face indignant and nearly as red on the other cheek as the one that was struck.

"You know exactly what you did!" Lady Moto snapped, the tendons in her neck obvious with each enunciation.

The man raised his hand dismissively, as if to say 'I could care less' without actually verbalizing it s such. "I honestly have no idea,"</B><i></i> he did audibly state, his head slowly nodding side to side as if to gesticulate 'no.'

"Our daughter!" The habitually secretive Merchant Lord announced much to the shock of the bystanders, some whispering among themselves while some found paper and pen in their jackets.

"Our WHAT?"<i></i> He exclaimed, his jaw went slack and his face went pale. "I... we... uh... YOU..."<i></i> he stammered at a loss for words. "I know nothing about this. We nev--"<i></i>

<B>"Save it," she snapped as she stormed off. On her way out of the room she pushed past a little girl in red (Yumi) quite possibly pushing her to the floor if she failed to evade the angry Lord. Her large stalactite-like garnet around her neck swayed dramatically as she slammed the door behind her.

The confused man was none other than a Jounin-ranked shinobi that was not important enough for anyone to actually take notice in before now. He used to work for the Moto family as a body guard to Lady Moto when she was traveling abroad years ago but had since retired. It was believed that they were on 'good' or at the very least 'civil.' His name was Kimura Jiro, a relative nobody even in the shinobi world who led a rather undistinguished career as a well-paid bodyguard to the Moto family as well as occasionally an instructor and as a shinobi taking odd jobs as they came up on the board every now and again. He married ten years ago and have a pair of sons, his wife was a pleasant enough woman who happened to be in earshot (not that it was a hard thing to do considering how Lady Moto announced her disdain). His wife, a pretty little blonde thing repeated Lady Moto's attack with a face slap of her own and they dissolved into bitter bickering where Kimura repeatedly announced that he had no idea what Lady Moto was talking about.

That would be the last time Lady Moto would ever be seen... Not that any of those present in this room would know just yet.

The party recommenced. There was of course gossip, but there was more drinking and eating than anything else. The bickering, potentially soon to divorce couple parted ways, Kimura's wife stomping out of the party shortly after Lady Moto left. Kimura pursued, but was delayed as people had questions and not enough answers to satisfy their tabloid-like needs. They did not return for some time. In fact, it was quite possible that a full hour had passed before they had heard anything more from their host. By then Kimura Jiro and his wife had returned, perhaps hoping to save some face and dignity still. It was not until the banker left the ballroom and let out a yell that the party would come to a halt. The rotund man had only been out of the room for a minute, no more and he was now as pale as a ghost sitting on the floor yelling like a madman if anyone came. He was pointing down the hall, a body was there. A well-dressed body in fact and it... she was not moving. "Sh-Sh's dead..." He muttered. Of course from where he was that was impossible to ascertain, but she was also a ghastly shade of grey that no living person should make.
 
[col]Unlike the three children, who were of the many randomly invited to the party, the doctor had been invited with a purpose. As a mercenary, she had been tasked to gather information about the Moto family... Moto Sakura and her recently revealed heir, Moto Shigemi, to be precise.

Hence, an invitation for one of the upper echelon was passed on to her. As per their contract and for the benefit of the mission, she had been decked out to fit in with the rich and powerful. She had been given a dress shirt, a skirt, a shawl, a bag and a sun hat, all made of warm hued silk. A pocket watch, made of real gold, hung loosely from her waist. The only attire of her own that she had gotten to keep were her Mary Janes and her glasses.

Thankfully, despite her aid with the terrorists attack and in stopping the sandstorm, Mizushima Nanami was still not a known face and name. Especially with the fat cats who could care less about the shinobi forces. Thus, they were able to introduce her as lady Kasumi of the Minoru family. An estranged cousin to one of the richest merchant's of Suna, not including the seven merchant lords.

Although she was no belle of the ball or a social butterfly, Nanami... rather, Kasumi found it easy to pretend that she belonged. She already had a basis of culture and sophistication, thanks to her uncle, although that had been buried deep beneath her love for science and books and hidden further when she started her shinobi training. It certainly helped that she knew how to read people, to a certain degree. She could be rather awkward, when acting naturally... ironically enough.

But, as this was a mission, she had sought to adopt another persona altogether. She rather imagined she was one of the characters in her books. Certainly, she would have preferred to act as if she was The Woman from the mystery novels. But, her client had made out Kasumi to be a smart and hardworking but meek and subservient woman. She disliked it but, she supposed, it would work in such a misogynistic reality. Already, some of the male guests were looking at her as if she were prime marriage material, mostly because of who she was allegedly related to.

Nanami did small talk here and there, dining with the other ladies and gentlemen. All the while, she made sure to keep Lady Moto in her sights and within earshot at all times.

The snub to banker Sato's greetings was not all that unexpected. She had done her research properly, after all. But what surprised her had been the slap to Kimura Jiro, one who had not been included in her collection of Person of Interest dossiers for the mission.

She had to bite back a whinge when Moto left the room after that. There was no way she could approach her without arousing suspicion, where everyone's eyes were always looking at the hallway doors at least at one point or another. If this had been a room full of only civilians, she could have easily cast a genjutsu to hide her absence. But, as it was, there were shinobi here and there and she couldn't risk the mission like that.

Surely, Lady Moto would be fine for a while, right?

...Right?

Apparently, she was wrong.

Dead wrong.

But not as dead as the Lady of Silk was.

There were screams and accusations from the guests. Some of the shinobi looked flabbergasted yet were surely ready to act at a moment's notice compared to the untrained civilians. Nanami had to school her face, as to not betray her thoughts... because, really? Really? The person she had been sent to investigate and look out for just had to be murdered?

Still, there was still Moto Shigemi. That meant her mission was not done yet.

Approaching Sato Itsuke, with a worried and terrified look about her, she offered a hand to help him up. Worry was easy to fake, as she was that. It would be troublesome if there were any sort of assassins or conspiracy theories about. Terror, however, was another thing. A corpse was a corpse and she could hardly be a target, compared to all the other rich fat cats in this room.

"Please, calm yourself sir, and tell us what happened. Did you see anything?" she spoke softly, as to stay in character even if every fibre of her being wanted to investigate the corpse, set up a proper autopsy.
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For good or ill, the young girl was oblivious to the small commotion that happened near the further side of the room as Lady Moto and the shinobi had their exchange. Her attention has been somewhat preoccupied as she took slow notice that she was the only, or only one of very few, who seemed to have brought any sort of gift. Was it a mistake to bring the small garishly wrapped box? She hadn't had a choice in the matter of course, but it would be her fault if it caused any issue.

Maybe I was supposed to put it somewhere?” She quietly reasoned to herself, oblivious to the events as they unfolded in the room. She renewed her determination and stepped away from the wall and mad her way closer towards the center of the room, to another gap in people as she tried to look around for a pile of gifts that must exist somewhere… it was a birthday party after all! The room then began almost perfectly silent again as the only sounds heard were that of tapping heals and feet shuffling out of the way of the Merchant Lord’s path.

As the tapping grew louder Yumi turned at the last moment towards it, only to find herself being easily brushed aside towards the ground, as if she were a fly in the way of a powerful queen. The head sized box she had been carrying cushioned her landing as she was knocked to the floor. She pushed herself up enough to look back towards whomever had done that, but the woman’s determined pace had already put her too far away for Yumi to scold her. Her attention shifted back towards the ruined box that was once a finely wrapped present, though now it was crumpled into nearly flattened piece of refuse.

As the party resumed its normal activities, Yumi had picked herself back up and sulked in one of the corners of the room as she held the ruined box between her hands, her posture that of a defeated puppy rather than an extravagant partygoer. The next hour flew by as she stood in that same spot playing various scenarios over in her head. Should she try to leave and get a new box for the peasant? Should she throw it all away? Gift it in person to the girl without the box? Nothing she came up with felt like it would avoid a scolding from her father… or worse, a disappointed look from her mother.

It was not until the yell came that snapped from her self-pitying concerns and looked up to see what caused it. The nook she had edged herself into had conveniently put her in sight of where the rotund man had collapsed onto the ground. She didn’t bring herself to leave her spot, but the momentary diversion did bring her out of her pity party. So she settled upon simply watching with curiosity as another woman came to comfort the man, although she couldn’t tell exactly what they were saying or doing from her perch.
OOC said:
Apologies for the delay. Was too exhausted after getting home form work to post anything up.
 
Daichi decided to position herself closer to the food while everyone was preoccupied with...she wasn't sure what, to be honest. Adults doing adult things? There was a penguin, a shark lady (maybe hawk, Daichi hadn't settled on a label for her yet), and a weasel. She managed to situate herself well enough to keep the spectacle in sight while snatching an appetizer or two. The little one quietly muttered, “Hawk would go better.” Biting into the food reveal that she had no idea what it really was, besides being some sort of meat.

For better or worse, Daichi had no prior context for the trio. The lady appeared important enough and her behavior gave Dai a clue on why she was even here. This was not a woman who made friends. In fact, whatever tolerance Lady Moto received had to be pretty forced.

At some point, the young girl's attention faltered and she simply grabbed some more food. Thankfully, there wasn't much more shouting to pull her from her task. Even as Daichi ate, part of her felt pity for this daughter that was still behind the curtain. The student would not wish those people on anyone. Seeing that the party was beginning to go full swing, the child retreated further to the sidelines with her treats and took in the fragmented pieces of conversation.

Boredom and a sated appetite began to set in by the time the penguin had started yelling. Dai had considered leaving, as she got what she came for, yet the round fellow sounded pretty scared now. Daichi wandered closer to the banker and others that stepped up to address him. Sadly, she couldn't make out what was said initially.
 
Saieko was focused on the chandelier when the banker was being shooed away, she saw it briefly out of her peripheral vision below where she was looking. Seeing how this was a usual action for the rich to behave in this manner she thought nothing of it. She was more focused on the guy wire that held the chandelier over the room seeing how she couldn’t for the life of her understand how something so huge and massive could dangle like that over a huge crowd of people and no one was worried or even bother by the fact that if that little wire snapped many people would die a horrible and painful death. Now the argument you’d have to be blind deaf and partially inebriated not to take notice of that little hoe down. (Gasp such a scandal of the rich and famous oh my word no she did…n… ‘t. ) Saieko kinda chuckled at the young shinobi’s predicament. Small fluster came to her cheeks at watching such a reaction that it was quite hilarious to unfold. Seeing how things might go sour Saieko was thinking of taking a stroll around the house to check a few things and clear her head of all the damn drama that was unfolding she started to walk up the stairs behind the gathering of people and got about half way there when the fat oogley eyed fellow started to scream bloody murder. Now this was the guy who if she was not mistaken had just been shooed away and rebuffed at the same time. Why was he so worried about that women that just rebuffed him in a public place. Her eyes narrowed but then did the only sane thing a nobody that literally knew no one in this room would do. She walked over to the said corpse leaving the party to go down the hall, she didn’t know what to think seeing how the lady was white when she was mingling and now was a pale dull sort of grey. Saieko had seen many a dead body before today especially on the battle fields they trans-versed while she was growing up moving to and from battle field to battlefield. For the life of her she had never seen one turn so grey that fast before. Taking her sword out from behind on her back she stuck it into the said corpse. To see if maybe pain would trigger some sort of movement, other then the action of her sticking the sword into it. Worst case she would be scolded for prodding a well known dignitary in the shoulder. Maybe even worse jail time for a few years but if she was really dead it wouldn’t matter right? The other reason she did what she did was to see the color of the blood and the consistency of the said corpse since most fresh kills would still bleed right ? especially one that died as fast as this one there would be some trace of something that killed her. Or was this merely a older corpse that looked like the fair lady and they drudged up to fake a death who knows but inquisitive minds would say that the action she took might have been taboo but who the hell gives a shit what happens now someone was perceived to be dead and the suspects where here in this room. Weather it was desecration of a corpse or it was the act of murder one way or another someone was going to pay for there crimes here today and saieko has front row seats for it and possibly may get to help with the process or be carted off like everyone else either way she wanted to find out.

MFT WC: (620)

Ooc:(Sorry for the delay was at work till midnight ugh)
 
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Sato Itsuke
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Kimura Jiro
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Mrs. Kimura
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The food was nothing but the best, the mysterious meat being none other than Sandworm. A rare delicacy due to the inherent danger of procuring such meat. It tasted like boiled onions, but most rich people things did. There were various smelly cheeses and what was probably fish on silver platters being served by waiters. The tables abundant with fruit and flowers, even the buffet table had an unprotected store of snail innards and sandworm meat, even little bowls of odoriferous fish eggs. Rich people had strange appetites but perhaps that is also why the exceptionally rich and famous stay so skinny, their food is repugnant.

Lady Moto was dead, something the good doctor could ascertain without listening to a heartbeat. Her still, breathless body and grey features made the woman look much older than her near half-century. Perhaps the family was cursed, cursed to short but successful lives in a seemingly perfect cycle of life, rearing and timely death. Such coincidences were rather uncanny. Perhaps too uncanny. She appeared to have been positioned to be found, her bare hands were folded neatly over her lap, it was as if she was kneeling at the time of her death or perhaps placed that way post mortem, but her pose did not last long as she was on her side now and the only evidence to the fact that she was positioned was her neatly folded hands.

"Please, calm yourself sir, and tell us what happened. Did you see anything?"

"A DEAD BODY!" Sato Itsuke exclaimed. His face contorted into a visage of both disgust and fear, as if he had never seen a dead body before. It was possible that he was hamming it up, being the first on the scene of a dead body made you a suspect and guilty or not when a woman of her caliber is slain, someone is going to hang. "I-I passed Kimura-san and his wife on my way here," he stammered as he adjusted his suit jacket. "There's no way they did not see her like this!" He accused as he pointed a finger at the distant pair.

Kimura stormed over to the bankers side, the comparison was laughable as if a bat were standing alongside a baseball as the stout, rotund man's height appeared dwarfed in comparison to Kimura's who was well over six feet. "LOOK at her. There is NO BLOOD,"</B><i></i> he declared. "Everyone knows that my preferred method of assassination is with throwing daggers,"<i></i> he explained as he pulled out a small arsenal of projectile weapons. Apparently once a shinobi, always a shinobi.

It was just then that a young woman broke through the crowd. "Mother. Mother! MOTHER!" She screamed as she pushed away someone from the crowd who tried to hold her back or perhaps shield her from the terrible scene of her mother being slumped on the floor. She she finally broke through she let out a terrible scream. Her hands covered her face, each finger donning a different precious jewel: a large ruby on her middle, a large group of saphires on her index and ring, a diamond-studded band on her thumb and her baby was an emerald. She was dressed to the nines, and apparently this young woman was not only the heiress but also the new Merchant Lord of Soons Haven after the death of her mother if history was to repeat itself. "I demand that the Sunan responsible be held accountable!" The young heiress demanded, her face grim. Ironically, she was already wearing mourning colors, her black ruffled dress seemed eerily fitting but in the proper light you could see it too had a hint of crimson sewn into the silken fabric.

Some people poke dead bodies with sticks. Well, only some people did, Saigeko however used a sword. Her sword easily sliced into the dead body, there was barely more than a gossamer-like resistance. The blade would have no blood on it when she withdrew nor would blood seep from the wound, not that bleeding after death is expected considering the fact that there is no beating heart but a lack of blood at all, on the other hand, was a rather unexpected finding. "What are you doing to my mother!"<i></i> Heiress Moto snapped as the young woman pierced her late mother's shoulder. "And I want HER out of her!"<i></i> She shrieked as she pointed at the curious sword-wielding shinobi.

The crowd was getting thick with spectators, any and every one of them could have killed Merchant Lord Moto Sakura. She was an unpleasant woman, as anyone at the party could have noted. The suspects thus far were rather obvious: her alleged former lover being the most likely suspect for obvious reasons, but if the answer was so simple and so clear then there would be no space for discussion. Surely there were others who would have also had the means, motive and opportunity to take Lady Moto's life. Security was significantly slower than the shinobi party attendants, as they arrived on the scene the color was drained from their face. It was not likely that they were troubled by the site of a dead woman, but the sight of their dead benefactor on the other hand was a travesty. "Kon, get over here... Lady Moto is dead!"<i></i>

"That is not possible, I saw her alive 15 minutes ago, Ryuu," the guard called back.

"Did you see anyone leave since you last saw her?"<i></i> Ryuu replied. Certain honored houses had keener senses than others and thanks to that they made excellent sentinals. His cohort came from the Hashigaki main house, a clan with an uncanny sense of sound.

"No, I would have heard them go,"<i></i> the Hashigaki responded. He could have been lying, in fact everyone could have been lying this whole time. But going on the assumption that everything said thus far is true, that would mean that the murderer is still there.

<B>What happened:
  • Saigeko desecrated a corpse. There is NO BLOOD AT ALL noted.
  • There is no blood on the floor.
  • The body might have been positioned the way it was found.
  • The banker and the bodyguard are quarreling, each noted to be near the late Miss Moto near the time of her death.
  • The heiress has finally made an appearance for the first time ever and she appears unhappy.
 
[col]Without thinking about it really, the woman had already started recording the proceedings with a trademark ANBU technique she had learned from her own teacher. She really should have activated it early on but she rather not get too reliant on any and all shinobi techniques. Her, by now, trademark Crystal Eye also made its appearance to record the events from other point of views.

Her memory was, in comparison with the average human, was excellent which was useful to store her plethora of knowledge. But, if this was going to turn out into some big investigation, near perfect memory induced by clever chakra usage in the brain would certainly be helpful.

She didn't mind that it may just break her cover. The mission she was here for was nearly up in flames anyway. And they never specified whether or not Lady Kasumi was a shinobi or otherwise.

It was a huge mess, as was expected really. These rich, pompous fools had probably been sheltered for most of their lives. This would no doubt be the first time most have seen a dead body with the exception of those who had seen their elders at their death beds. And, perhaps, maybe the vile one or two that had people killed on their whim.

Seeing a dead body was not new to the doctor, of course. She had seen plenty in her relatively shorter life, already going up to the hundreds as she turned thirty. Most were critical patients she had been unable to save, earlier on in her career, and other were those terminally ill. Autopsies were also a nice thing to tick of her illustrious medical resume. So, really, it may be a good thing she was here.

"There is no need to shout, sir. Take a few deep breaths and look away from-" she tried to calm him down. But to no avail, as a fight soon erupted between the banker and the bodyguard. She would have broken them up too, if it weren't for the fact that Lady Shigemi stormed in, thoroughly incensed because...

Did that girl just... Did she just stab a corpse? Curious though, that there was no blood.

For all that was good, Nanami was having half the mind to strangle the brat. Of course, she would never do such a thing. Still, the thought was there. Definitely there. Right next to the thought that she had to do an autopsy now before anyone else desecrated the corpse. The woman pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply, as the noise in the room started to become deafening with accusations being thrown around. Her limit for bullshit was reached, however, when people made to leave the room in the hopes of escaping this mess.

To think this was supposed to be a simple recon mission.

"Enough!" she barked in an authoritative voice, a complete contrast to how she had been speaking to the banker before. This was the head doctor of the Hashima Island. This was the self proclaimed civilian doctor who drove away ruthless mercenary thugs from her clinic with mere words, mind games and... well, a well placed Genjutsu here and there.

She slammed her foot once on the ground, the floor beneath her rising. Along with her makeshift platform, iron walls rose from every exit within her line of sight, bar the one leading to the hallway with the deceased Lady of Silk. "Nobody is going anywhere. As of right now, you are all suspects in the murder of Lady Moto," she did so boldly declare, despite the fact that half the people in this room could probably get her hanged for her disrespect.

"I am Doctor Mizushima Nanami and I expect your cooperation. Or else I will make sure everything you eat will taste like vomit for a month. Are we clear?" she added before pointing at Saieko. "Starting with you, brat. If you don't get your sword away from Lady Moto, everything you eat will taste like dog vomit for two months. Next, does anyone here have forensic experience? Autopsies, investigations?"
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  • MURDER MYSTERY TIME. No party like a corpse party. This would go so much faster, maybe, if Nanami was at all aware that she's a Dark Sage. BUT MYSTERIES. Also, please don't tell me that Sandworm meat is from the Sandworm we will kill in the Storm mission. Because lol.

    Summary:

    Crystal Eye (Mastered) to... well... keep watch.

    Snapshot (Mastered) to start recording all events from here, in combination with Crystal Eye.

    Reinforced Wall (Mastered) to block all exits.

    Gravel Shift (Mastered) (sort of) to rise Nanami off the ground with a platform.
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Confusion reigned over Yumi's face as her attention darted from this to that. She was not much better off in experience than most of the nobility here, despite her recent career choice. Things were not going well, and the addition of… a dead person… was not helping matters at all. She kept telling herself she wasn't in any real danger, she was nobody compared to practically everyone else there.

Despite her best attempts to convince herself of this, she found herself near the front door a few moments later; her body had moved its way in a casually eager pace without her even realizing it. Just as she was about to try and leave through it a giant metal wall erupted from the ground, and she barely had a moment to move her right hand back before it took her hand off. She, and other guests as well, was rather startled by the sudden removal of their only obvious avenue of escape.

Near the back of the room with the guests who had attempted to flee, Yumi couldn't see what was going on with this doctor or the corpse. A feeling of dread began to stir as the thought of being trapped here with a murderer amplified her worries from before. Even still, there was not much she felt she could do aside from hope and wait that nothing worse would happen, and so Yumi slowly shuffled her way to the side corner of the room once more, clutching the crumpled present box as if it were a ward against some unknown evil.
 
All the bickering quickly got to Daichi. It bothered her more than the corpse on the floor, causing her to grimace and place her hands on her ears. To be fair, she really couldn't see the body that well from her spot and with how strange it looked...

Soon the noise stopped. Rather suddenly at that. The shinobi only noticed then that her mind retreated inward and her eyes were closed. So seeing this noble lady elevating herself with a makeshift platform caught her off guard. Next thing you know, Dai was effectively drafted. Either that or she'd have to risk not eating or drinking for several weeks.
 
The body that was in front of her was as crispy as a cornflake and just as dry. Sai thought that was a bit weird. I mean what body didn’t have any trace of blood even a heart not pumping still left a trace of the red liquid. It was almost like someone just sucked it dry. She squatted down putting her sword in its sheath. Looking closer at the body it was permanently frozen in horror in the last state it was in. She was about to take a closer look, when she heard a few people speaking about her or at her and even around her . One odd looking fuddy -duddy even threatened her. She blocked out the young heiress and her screaming tirade. I mean really she really needed to get a better grip on reality then what she was showing. It was how a celebrity would act. She made a good scene and boy did she milk it. Almost like how the old fatty penguin did by howling like a dog and screaming about how this was absolutely terrible. Needless to say there was no information that you would get out of them then the obvious evidence at hand aka(absolutely useless banter.) She didn’t care what they thought nor did she even acknowledge their presence.


Then a huge bellow came from another odd looking person and she blocked off all the exits and rose herself up on a huge pedestal. Then screamed something at Sai calling her a brat and threatening to make all she ate taste like throw up. (What in gawds name….who would do that literally, she thought that was a insult it really wasn’t since sand worm tasted like shit anyway it would be a step up from what she was used to.) Sai turned and looked over and up at the Shinobi who was making a even grander spectacle out of this then what it already had been turned into. Sai’s face was that of pure and utter confusion and awkwardness. Apparently she was trying to make sense of everything. Now Sai was a great many things and was even called pretty much everything in the damn book, a brat was definitely used a lot. Sai didn’t blame her for the Brat comment in fact thought it was rather funny. She might have been a brat and there were many other names that the women could of used that were a lot worse. Seeing how she was upset that she couldn’t get closer to the body like Sai was already to inspect must have been really bothering her. Sai honestly didn’t have much to go on with the cadaver. Literally since she wasn’t trained in the medical field yet she was all thumbs at this point. So She took two steps back and continued to ignore the rest of the onlookers and the sketchy suspects. Now seeing how most people in this certain predicament would try to run or hide or even ride the wave of the rising tempers and emotions Sai was bit different she stood off to the side granting the fuddy duddy’s request on not touching the corpse. The security was around her upon request from the heiress. Closing her eyes she stood ready just in case, she would defend herself if acted upon. She would simply look as she was meditating standing up. She knew how it must look and hence how people were thinking she desecrated a corpse. If she was thrown in the can for it so be it wouldn’t be the first time she was held in a holding facility. She was there quite a few times in fact being a petty street thief was one of her rather dashing qualities in fact. Now all that was left was to see if there were any more clues to gather before she was carted off or escorted out of the party with shiny new bracelets.
 
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"AAIIIIIIIIEEEE!"

The heiress screamed at the top of her octave. She was having a hissy fit or so it appeared. The crowd, half curious about the hieress and her first ever public appearance and obviously interested in the bloodless dead body on the floor. A flash went off, several in fact - so blindingly bright as the paparazzi took the photo of the year most likely. The joyful or at the very least glutenous celebration had come to a pause, astonishing what a little dead body could do to a party. There were whispers heard among some of the party goers about how ironic it was that Lady Moto died in Sunagakure considering the rising tensions between Sunagakure and Soon's Haven thanks to a public letter placed by Aburabuta's lawyer accusing the Fukui family of kidnapping and involvement in the Cabal. The letter was considered slander by most of the affluent community, many citing the fact that Sunagakure is presently one of Soons greatest trade partners and that their symbiotic relationship would mean a strike against Sunagakure is a fool's errand.

"Enough!"

The woman barked, her foot stomping on the ground as the very floor rose. The delicate glistening tiles cracked and broke as a make-shift platform was made. While the dramatic display caused disquiet among the civilians, one man griped loud enough over the hush for everyone to hear that the floor was worth more than the average shinobi's annual salary. That was perhaps an overestimation of what a ninja makes, but who is counting pennies here? An iron curtain was erected, barricading every exit.

"Nobody is going anywhere. As of right now, you are all suspects in the murder of Lady Moto."

While the medic did not know it just yet, she had signed her own death warrant with those daring words. These men an women, dotted among the pedestrian population were among the most powerful men and women in Wind Country, for some unknown reason gathered HERE. In Sunagakure, a hole in the desert of all places. The party itself was strange come to think of it, the seemingly random celebration invites. Did any of these people know Lady Moto and her daughter personally? Even the media were invited to this party, as evidenced by the flashing bulbs now on Nanami.

The wall narrowly missed Yumi's hand, a few inches more and she would have been an amputee. Behind Yumi was a middle-aged man, tall and thin with a mustache that did not at all help widen his overly narrow face. He was well-dressed as was most everyone here, but he wore a work-man's attire as opposed to that of an affluent gentleman. His blue suit-coat and crisp white shirt stood out in a party where men wore tuxedos or fashionable formal-wear. "I'd listen to the lady," he recommended. "You seem to be awful interested in getting out of here lil'lady... where were you the hour before we found Lady Moto's body?" His name was Tsueno Yagami of the Diamond District private police, an exclusive group that protects the interests of the Diamond District residents.

"Get away from me you drudge!"</B> Heiress Shigemi snapped as her bejeweled hand swatted at a woman in the crowd that tried to put an arm around her. "Five feet away,"<i></i> she ordered, her hand extended and inches from the befuddled woman's face as she made a shooing motion with her unpainted fingers. It was quite unlike her mother in that the mother's fingers were painted a deep burgundy without chip or scratch and yet hers were naked. In fact, was she wearing any make-up at all? Her features, like most women were somewhat plain without the paint and sparkle. She had, however taken the time to wear such elaborate jewelry. Her earlobes naked, but the great crimson pendant and array of precious gem rings on her fingers were likely worth more than most homes in Sunagakure.

"I am Doctor Mizushima Nanami and I expect your cooperation. Or else I will make sure everything you eat will taste like vomit for a month. Are we clear?"

Nanami warned, a benefit to any models in attendance at the very least. Some of the patrons still shuffled, murmured nervously and grumbled under their breath over the audacity of the woman. Others verbalized fears that they were left in the presence of a murderer! Someone in this room had taken Lady Moto's life in a rather unapologetic manner. She, Lady Moto that was, looked strange. Perhaps all dead people only look similar to their living counterparts. In death Lady Moto was still flawless, with no cuts or bruises to mar her form. She was not as made-up as some were used to, a comment made by a few. Her jewels were limited in contrast to what she normally donned - precious metals and rare gems from all over the world. Her hands were bare, her neck naked, only her wrist and earlobes had still anything of great value. Perhaps she was attempting a minimalist look the day she died, so far from her norm but this was likely to be the terminal point of her reign... it was simply assumed that she would not end her time as a Merchant Lord so terribly.

"So you ADMIT that you work as an assassin!"<i></i> Sato declared triumphantly, his chest puffed out but nowhere near beyond the girth of his stomach.

"YES, because that was my JOB as a SHINOBI!" Kimura replied exasperated as he pulled from his suit jacket a trio of stainless steel kunai. They were clean, perfectly clean in fact.

"I know about about your ninja-tricks. My son is a Medic!" Sato countered as he added, "assassins are supposed to kill without implicating themselves. Who else besides YOU is capable of that in this room?"<i></i> Sato snarled.

"Probably half the room is a shinobi or an affiliate, so... perhaps a quarter of them. One in eight sounds about right,"<i></i> Kimura replied with a smirk.

"But who else besides you would want to see her DEAD!" Sato accused Kimura once again.

"You mean besides you... the one who found her body. The one who she ruined. Nobody was with you... nobody saw you... You have the motive and the opportunity,"<i></i> Kimura explained, his voice crescendoing so that anyone could hear.

Sato stepped backwards, bumping into Daichi. "But I have no means to do so with, LOOK at he."<i></i> Sato let out a low laugh at his own expense as he held his large belly.

"You said it yourself, your son is Medic. Don't tell me you did not learn anything, have the ability to hire someone or even use your own son."

Sato's cheeked reddened at the offensive statement. "LEAVE MY SON OUT OF THIS YOU DEGENERATE" His stumpy arm swinging around as he attempted to poorly strike Kimura in an almost laughable attempt that most students could have avoided. Kimura, being significantly more capable than a student evaded the 'attack' easily and the arcing swing continued on, threatening to slap poor Daichi across the face if she did not evade.

"Kimura was with me the whole time," Kimura's wife announced, her handbag clasped over her stomach. "He never had the opportunity and even if he did, he would never make a spectacle of it like this."<i></i> She interjected.

"Hun... don't,"<i></i> Kimura warned.

"No, I am tired of all this drama. I did not even want to come here and you made me come because you wanted to see this KID. I had no idea it was your daughter! You never told me that you had a daughter! What were you, like 12 when you had her!"<i></i> She bitched at him, her veins in her neck throbbing with each angry word.

"That thing is NOT my daughter!"<i></i> Kimura declared.

"Quit with the show darling. I know you loved her once."

Kimura's face was a mixture of revulsion and confusion as he shook his head 'no.' "That was one-sided and unrequited... she loved me, but never the other way around. It is out of respect for her that I say nothing more, but she is NOT my daughter and Lady Moto is NOT--"<i></i> He stopped himself from saying any more as he looked to either side. All eyes were on him as the played out their domestic quarrel. "I'll say more when we get home, now is not the time or the place." He muttered through gritted teeth as he grabbed his wife by the elbow and made his way to the door.

Shigemi seemed unbothered by being called a thing or by the fact that he denied paternal claim. "You always were a snake, father. Say whatever lies you want,they make no difference to me."<i></i> The heiress eyed Kimura and then his wife, the corner of her lip twitched upward briefly and her voice had a threatening tone as she added "having a father in jail would be a terrible burden, as would having a stepmother locked away for her jealous outburst that cost my mother her life..." Shigemi seemed to be laying the potential blame at Kimura's feet, if she had seen him or his wife she probably would have just come out and said it. She owed neither any allegiance except for the fact that there might be some genetic bond if Lady Moto's words were true.

"For God's sake, can't anyone else see that he is setting ME up!? He KNOWS something!"<i></i> He pointed a stumpy accusing finger at Kimura. In a way, perhaps that could be considered true, if there was more to the story and if Kimura did not even think that Lady Moto was dead, then why play the accusation game with Sato at all?

"Starting with you, brat. If you don't get your sword away from Lady Moto, everything you eat will taste like dog vomit for two months. Next, does anyone here have forensic experience? Autopsies, investigations?"

Mister Tsueno let out a sigh as his attention was moved to yet another trouble-maker. Some young woman who stabbed a corpse and the heiress that wanted to 'make her pay.' He thankfully did not have to intervene there, the two guards were already there. Hopefully they could hold her until he finished his line of questioning. The two guards appeared jittery, perhaps it was because they had something to hide or perhaps it was because it was so rare that they had to engage in such a public spectacle. Kon and Ryuu stepped in front of the corpse and glowered at the young woman with an affinity for poking dead things with pointy objects. "You wanna guard Lady Moto or take the kid?" Ryuu offered.

"I want her out of here!" Heiress Shigemi demanded.

The blonde guard let out an annoyed sigh. "Neither... he muttered," as he chewed on a toothpick. "I guess the kid... you are a better one for keeping the media at bay,"<i></i> he stated out-loud, not responding greatly to the mercenary's attempt to take control of the situation. He eyed the troublesome youth, "kid, come with me."<i></i>


What Happened?
  • <B>Nanami has a Crystal Eye watching. People are talking and she is aware of what is being said.
  • Nanami has cast Snapshot and is recording everything.
  • Nanami cast Reinforced Wall (Mastered) to block all exits. One nearly took off poor Yumi's hand!
  • Nanami utilized Gravel Shift (Mastered) to rise herself off the ground with a platform.
  • Tsueno Yagami, Diamond District Special Police is on the job... yay? He is questioning Yumi.
  • Sato and Kimura are fighting. Sato missed Kimura and may be slapping Daichi if she does not get out of the way.
  • Security man Kon is attempting to take Saieko someplace else.
  • Security man Ryuu is standing in front of the body preventing people from getting too close.
 
[col]The doctor faltered, seeing all the camera bulbs going off at her ultimatum. Perhaps she her temper had gotten the best of her, to so boldly declare this a murder. But what else could it be called? There was definitely something fishy going on here. One did not need to be any sort of genius to see that. Well, at least, it seemed that way to her.

Still, it was too late. One could not take back words that were said. It helped none with the migraine building though.

Lowering the floor beneath her back down, she strode with a purpose towards detective Yagami and shot Yumi an apologetic glance at the almost unwarranted amputation. The bickering of the bankers and the Kimuras were ignored for now. As long as they stayed inside the lockdown and didn't try to kill each other or compromise the investigation, they could hurl insults at each other's mothers for all she cared.

Patting down her skirt, annoyed at her current dressed up state, she nodded at the local. "Doctor Mizushima Nanami of the Hashima Islands, Water Country, sir. If I could have clearance to perform an autopsy and aid investigation. I assure you, I'm more than qualified." Perhaps, the doctor was taking her title of General Physician a bit too literally. She was known as a bit of a jack of all trades with medicine. But that was a good thing, was it not?

"And I have an alibi as well," she added. Everyone was a suspect until proven otherwise, after all.

Permission or not, her crystal eye was already hovering lazy circuits around Lady Moto's corpse. It helped her take into account a very rough estimate of height and weight of the corpse through visuals alone. Age and gender were already a given though. The lack of blood, the pigmentation of the skin and the state of the corpse were certainly interesting as well.

Caucasian skin, when a corpse is drained of blood, would go gray in the process of embalming.

That seemed... telling.

Still, she'll have to cooperate with the local detective force, not step on any toes, for the rest of what they would need though... fingerprints, possible cause of death, witness statements and alibis, that sort of thing. She certainly hoped too that they would not be stopped by red tape or fussy rich people when the investigation required that they open the corpse up. Autopsies and forensics were routine enough. It would be dealing with the people, considering who they were, that would be the problem.
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The detective's sudden attention towards her caused Yumi to jump with what almost could be construed as guilty fright. She spun around and put her back against the newly formed wall as she stammered a response, “I-I- You don't think that... I could never! I mean-” Just as she was in the middle of doing her best to convince him of her innocence, and succeeding at the exact opposite, that strange woman who had apparently taken over the party strode over.

Yumi's eyes noticed Nanami's glance and as the doctor cut in she was all to happy to silence herself. As she had her back almost pressed flat against the wall with the two of them standing now directly ahead of her there was no place she could run. So, as the chameleon does, she became as still as she could manage as she listened in and looked as nervously guilty as an innocent girl could manage as she clutched the mangled present in her arms.
 
Daichi couldn't help but growl lowly as Sato started stumbling about. She took enough care to step away, having an aversion to needless physical contact. The guy came barreling forward again in some laughable attempt to strike someone he knew was a trained soldier. Daichi parried his arm with her own. As far as students went, the preteen was becoming pretty sturdy. She allowed the momentum of her defense to send her crouching and scurried from under the wide and unwieldy attack. Whatever happened to the penguin was his own fault.

At this point, the girl decided to retreat further into the not so flailing crowd. The raven-haired scrapper weaved amidst the spectators easily enough. She can only hope she made herself scarce fast enough.

Too bad the doors were barred long before she could reach them. Dai glowered at the sight upon reaching it. When did that happen? Did she forget? Or was she simply not paying attention?
 
Now seeing how the guards were going to try to take her willingly was really a ploy to get her to reveal her underlying secret she was hiding. Sai heard one guard say "kid, come with me." Sai opened her eyes and looked at the Guard. He would see her eyes becoming white and crystalized. {Sanryoukyougan (Prism eyes) rank 3} “No I think not, besides just where would you take me , hmmm I mean all the exits are blocked off or did your surfer boy attitude forget that when you were trying to look cool for taking a preteen away, Also I am going to give you fair warning you touch me I will make sure you never have use of your hand again.” Sai ‘s crystalized stare bore into the man her prism eyes might have been a pretty sight to see but as of right now they were dagger like and she meant business. Who does this guard think he is honestly. She wasn’t about to let some bottom feeder , dog fetching guard take her without a fight if need be. To be clear just where would he take her there was no exit clear nor place to pull her aside and try to restrain her. If he wanted to be mister big man and try to show force Sai would make sure he would bleed. Once again she stood ready not budging at all. Sai knew that these guards were of average intelligence when they acted before they thought about the situation they were in. How could you be a guard and not have a basic concept of your surroundings. Saieko was far past the point of being civil now she was literally seething with anger towards one of her worst pet peeves stupid people. To her this was the ultimate transgression besides being lazy. Now the ball was in guards court would he act or would he try to calm the situation down a bit. “I recommend you go back over to the body with your tail between your legs and help your other idoit of a guardsmen block off the body. Trust me someone needs to calm the situation down a bit don’t you think rather being a idoit with a one track mind and trying to restrain a kid. There are a million other things you could do like for instance break up the fight that has ensued or maybe making the blubbering fish of a mistress you serve stop her incessant wailing since shes causing more of a scene. Lastly im pretty sure a adult tried to hit a kid over there you might want to check that out. Im not going anywhere currently I mean who could. I will say this one more time just so you register it if you don’t want to lose a limb you’d go back and try to look at whats going on around you first before acting upon me.”
 
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Heiress to the Silk Dynasty
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Tsueno Yagami
Diamond District Private Police
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“I-I- You don't think that... I could never! I mean-”

The little girl stammered, taken aback by the hard-boiled detective accusation. "no matter... I am just looking for the facts... just looking for the facts..." He repeated as he made his way across the room to Nanami. She was the one making the biggest scene. She was the one attempting to instill herself firmly in the center of this case.

"Tsueno Yagami," the detective introduced as he pulled a small notebook from his pocket and started scribbling notes. The note said: Suspicious blonde child seemingly nervous when questioned.

"Doctor Mizushima Nanami of the Hashima Islands, Water Country, sir. If I could have clearance to perform an autopsy and aid investigation. I assure you, I'm more than qualified."

She was not a well-known name yet in Sunagakure, but she has already made friends with some people in high places. The problem was, there were people in higher places than the uppermost echelon of Sunagakure, a desert military outpost essentially in the eyes of the affluent here. All the same, it was brave to give one's true name. Vendettas... They can be a troublesome nuisance when people have a bad habit of dying or getting maimed. Yagami furrowed her brow in response to her bold request. Did she have any idea what she was asking, requesting clearance to open up a murder victim. Where? HERE! "Can't do it mam, you best be leaving this to the authorities. You are a suspect in this murder just like everyone else in this room." He recommended as he pulled a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and leaned over the dead woman. "By the looks of her, she looks like she had been dead for at least three hours," Yagami stated out-loud, mouthing the words he uttered moments before as he scrawled them also in his notebook.

"And I have an alibi as well."

She cited an alibi but failed to provide one. It was a strange fact among shinobi how they could alter their appearance, pretend to be places they were not otherwise. Being seen or not was irrelevant and the woman was obviously a shinobi considering the dramatic display she exhibited barely moments earlier. The investigator eyed her cautiously, she was one of his top suspects now. Suspicious strange woman with no alibi attempting to insert herself in the investigation.

Nanami's crystal eye zoomed about taking in most of the happenings here at this crime scene. The banker's unyielding swing was parried by the youth and it sent the rotund banker onto the floor. He was like a turtle on his back as he tried to regain his foothold on the floor. "Gah!" He cried, his alabaster cane swinging about too wildly for anyone to be of actual assistance. He eventually spun like a top until his footing was found once again, his beady eyes pierced like daggers as he eyed the small boy... girl... whatever it was. "Riff-raff" He muttered lowly, the apples of his cheeks reddened over the insult to his dignity.

"Just because Lady Moto is a liar, does not mean that I want to kill her. She only caused a minor disturbance between me and my wife,"</B><i></i> Kimura explained publicly as he eyed his wife who wordlessly nodded. Perhaps there was more to the story or what they knew, but if so they were not making a public spectacle of what they knew but rather their disagreements with the banker.

Meanwhile, not far from the main scene a guard was attempting to take the teen away from the body before she contaminated it further. Her eyes changed, in such a way that a bloodline limit was revealed. A higher-level than anticipated for such a little girl. The guard's left foot slid back a half a step unconsciously in response to the little girl's terrible gaze. “No I think not, besides just where would you take me , hmmm I mean all the exits are blocked off or did your surfer boy attitude forget that when you were trying to look cool for taking a preteen away, Also I am going to give you fair warning you touch me I will make sure you never have use of your hand again.”

"I did not forget anything you little brat,"<i></i> the guard snarled before she went on a rant.

<B>“I recommend you go back over to the body with your tail between your legs and help your other idoit of a guardsmen block off the body. Trust me someone needs to calm the situation down a bit don’t you think rather being a idoit with a one track mind and trying to restrain a kid. There are a million other things you could do like for instance break up the fight that has ensued or maybe making the blubbering fish of a mistress you serve stop her incessant wailing since shes causing more of a scene. Lastly im pretty sure a adult tried to hit a kid over there you might want to check that out. Im not going anywhere currently I mean who could. I will say this one more time just so you register it if you don’t want to lose a limb you’d go back and try to look at whats going on around you first before acting upon me.”

A big difference is the fact that they were not contaminating a crime scene and then acting belligerent to an 'officer' for a lack of a better term. Rent-a-cop would have been more appropriate. None the less, he was prepared for this eventuality as he pulled from his waistband a small bottle of mace? Whatever the substance was he sprayed it at the little girl. It made a stinky purple cloud near her head. What it did... who knew, this was the first time he had ever used it.

Shigimi had composed herself to some level, she even appeared calm despite the horrific circumstances about her. What a resolute spirit she must have.
 

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