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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 7:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:52 am
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[from Raikages' office.]
"Heh. Farmer killed on his way to the market. Huh. That's... Actually not funny. What's wrong with me?" Takeo mumbled as he pushed past the village police force, showing them the scroll, which somehow counted as legitimate identification as both a Kumo shinobi and a forensic investigator, and asked to be shown to the scene. The murder was a rather brazen act of violence, seeing as the supposed farmer was lying face-down in a pool of his own blood, a pitchfork jammed in his upper torso. Heh. Irony, however, is always gold. Takeo kneeled down to investigate, as any good investigator would do.
Just like in the novels.
"Odd, that there be so few witnesses in such a busy section of our fair city, and the nature of the murder? He has a pitchfork in his back, that's not something you can conceal without either breaking it into pieces or summoning it. That would take some planning and a modicum of knowledge of Fuuinjutsu. Hm. Unless... Any thoughts, copper?' Yakeo had been musing aloud, hoping the on-site professionals would have some insight he had missed, however unlikely that was. In fact, he was simply stating the obvious, hoping to come across something small, something simple, that would be overlooked for its simplicity. [1/3]
[seeing as there's no minimum number of posts, and I feel like writing, gonna stretch this for three posts.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:34 am
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Sadly, he was correct.
The on-site police officers, those that had been able to examine the body since it was found, were simply echoing the same thoughts Takeo had given voice to, which did nothing to comfort the egotistical shinobi, much to his chagrin. Normally, he'd be feeling the wonderful ego-boost that would accompany such echoes, but not when those echoes lead nowhere in a murder case. Huh. Should speak with the witnesses. But why bother? They're just ignorant bumpkins, foolish rubes, and all other sorts of stupid. Wouldn't put it past one of them to have actually stabbed this poor slob. It just looks like such a clean hit, one stab and a spike goes right through the spine, crushing bone and severing the spinal column, another piercing a lung, or maybe both. Probably died in a minute. Or two. s**t way to go. Finished with his internal monologue, Takeo turned from the corpse and towards the witnesses, detained until further notice. Not that they were in chains, but they weren't going anywhere for the time being.
That suited him just fine, as he had some questions.
"Which one of you watched this happen?" No answer. He had expected as much. Maybe they feared some kind of community retribution for squealing on the killer, or it was possible that they really didn't know a single thing. Maybe they just stumbled upon a bloody pitchfork murder and were scared out of their wits, or too inbreed and stupid to know what was going on. Or maybe they were all a part of some group murder. Do they know the victim? They all have rough, calloused hands, even the women, which means they all work for a living. Probably farmers as well. Maybe field hands? Hm. Takeo had a thought, a few, actually, on what motive anyone could have for skewering a simple farmer. Unless... Hm.
"Officer? I need to see that body again. I have a hunch." Takeo signalled his police escort and moved back over to the body, quickly probing each pocket and rifling through clothing until a blood-soaked document emerged. "Ah. Hah."[2/3]
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:58 am
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"Officer, look at this. It's... Interesting."
Takeo produced a small, bloodied document, hardly legible with the exception of the bottom half of the document. Handing it to the officer in charge, a surly-looking man with several facial scars, a grimace crossed his hard features. He gave Takeo a wave off, the honors of arresting those responsible, and barked a few orders to the other officers in the area. Takeo smiled as he approached the small, now-quivering group of field hands, their guilt made plain.
They had failed to secure the document. Specifically the document of sale for the farm. They'd have been either sold off with the farm, their debts now someone else's, or out of a job. Both were pretty terrible prospects, but to murder their boss, an equally as poor farmer for some illusion of job security? It was sad. Not that Takeo cared one way or another, but it all seemed sad. So he assumed. Even if they had grabbed it, his will would have sold off the farm, given it to a relative, or a lack of a will would have given it to the state. Idiotic bumpkins. Takeo waved over a few ANBU to take care of the poor slobs, watching as they were roughly escorted away, probably to some shame of a trial and then prison.
Not that he really care, one way or the other. He wasn't some poor country slob. He was a shinobi, and a badass one at that.
"Okay... With that done, I only have three more missions left. Not at all that hard, really. Let's see..." Takeo opened up one of the scrolls and almost blushed, wondering in amazement why the Raikage would give him such a mission. Each scroll was, ignoring superficial differences, the same damn mission. "So our wonderful Raikage is a pervert, eh? Hilarious."
[3/3 Investigate: Felony COMPLETED]
[exit]
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:47 pm
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Shun ☯ Arashi
Chūnin ☁ Kumogakure ☁ Ranton
2650 両 ☁ 390 Chakra ☁ 5450 AC
Speed Hunter: Inactive
Shunketsu walked through the streets, with an MP3 player in hand. "Man, this makes patrolling so much easier!" He exclaimed while listening to music. "Well, I guess it makes it harder, too. I can't hear anything other than my music, so...." He paused for a moment, but shrugged the thought off. "Ah, whatever. My eyes are all I need!"
"Anyways, I should be on the look out for anything suspicious. Or weird. Or strange....aren't those all synonyms?" He frowned when he couldn't remember if they were or not. "Darn. I should have really paid attention in ninja grammar school. Whatever. It ain't like I need ta speech ta completify mis objecteeverz."
Shun continued to search through the streets while completely slaughtering the English language. "Y'know, I wonder why we even speak English. Aren't we supposed to be Japanese ninjarz?" He asked himself. "Oh hey, I stopped slaughtering the English language."
There didn't seem to be much going on in the streets, except for the usual, with the usual being beggars and very grimy looking people roaming around. "Glad to know that this place is as crappy as ever." He said sarcastically. "Anyways, this place seems pretty safe. I'm just gonna get to the other side of the streets, then go to the next district."
"Hm...for the most part, this place seems clear. I wish it were clear of all of the beggars and grimy looking people, though...." Shun merely shook his head at the thought. He didn't really mean it, as he was one of those "grimy looking people" not too long ago. "Anyways....I need to continue patrolling. I've been going really slow lately, so I need to pick up the pace!" With that said, he sprinted off toward his next destination.
[patrol the mission x5]
[exit]
Strength does not come from physical capacity.
It comes from indomitable will.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 5:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 1:19 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 7:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 8:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 8:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:35 pm
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