It takes a village

Legacy
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It takes a village

Post by Legacy » Thu Feb 14, 2019 11:41 am

Things were never supposed to be this way ...never should have spiraled so far out of control. In a single fragile moment everything had gone from good to simply dreadful. Seldom did anyone find themselves "lacking" for a means to make an honest living as it were quite possible that the Village hidden in the leaves boasted perhaps the highest rate of employability In the country and yet those to whom such misfortune befell were often heard and felt throughout Konoha where conditions were just right.

Today, those conditions were met on South Nakamichi avenue in apartment 1-B where the body of a woman who looked no older than twenty-seven lay; hands folded right over left above her heart with a dagger plunged deep through both of her hands and undoubtedly, her heart as well. Her body had not been touched since the murder estimated to have taken place there days before now. Staring down at the cold corpse of a womam taken before her time; Gene wondered just who could commit such an attrocious act. There was a long line of suspects and of them, few he imagined, would be someone not acquainted with Mai.

Mai had been a social butterfly in her days among the living. Often enticing crowds of people with her songs played dilligently on a temple piano leading to Sparks of conversation here and there but none, she could have ever imagined, to be fatal.

A bachelorette of many interests, it would not have been uncommon to spot Mai attending any one of the free events hosted around Konoha which broadened the list of suspects even further. However, there had only been reason why ANBU instead of the regular shinobi task force had been called in that concerned Gene. Someone had killed this woman, that much was evident. But to do so without leaving so much as a single sign of a struggle in the home... even a trained ninja would have at least left some kind of a trace when committing this type of brutality;y. And so it was with great trepidation that Gene accompanied by two competent Black ops personnel, thoroughly canvassed the home for a sign of anything out of place.

"Commander...you might want to have a look at this." One of the operatives spoke with unease seeping from her tone like a stale toxin. Whatever it was that had been found, Gene was sure he wouldn't be thrilled about it. Hardly with any effort the young Commander made his way silently yet swiftly through the home until he'd reached another just across the hall. When he peeked inside Gene's eyes narrowed.

"Well," he began. "What the hell is it?" Finally giving way to his youthful indifference to strange trinkets. To his surprise, the masked woman actually scoffed at him. "You mean you don't recognize what - who this is?" Gene fought am urge to groan but took a closer look at the object. Examining it closer there was no hiding his irritation now. "I'm no expert at studying trinkets but this looks like a doll." "Not just any doll," a third voice chimed in and the presence of another, the second operative, became apparent. "It looks like the Deity depicted in Jashinism." If ever there were a moment in which Gene wanted to curse his lack of worldly knowledge now would have had to be it. Until now, he'd never even heard of Jashinism let alone a Deity that wasn't in some way associated with the mantra of the will of fire. ...So? What about it. You don't think that this doll is a link to the culprit do you?? Gene considered his own question after it had been allowed to float in the air and he could tell what the others were thinking before one finally answered.

"Either our gal here has and interest in collecting unusual trinkets or someone might be trying to tell us something. Gene couldn't help grinding the bottoms of his teeth together, one of the few quirks he often did when trying to solve an impossibly difficult problem. Though it was harmless, the two others recognized this as a tell tale sign of a man about to do something impulsive.

"Take it to the Chambers for analysis. I'm going to step out for a smoke." And before either could protest, Gene had turned on his heel and bound for the door with cigarette in hand. Something in his gut told him that this would be the beginning of an arduous affair.
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