WEEK 3 - INVESTIGATION

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INVESTIGATION

The wakeup is familiar - yet not any less nerve-wracking. Though you have survived the night, the knowledge that the Mafia - the monsters - have killed is ringing loudly in your mind.

The hotel speakers crackle to life just like before, drawing your attention and startling you. Heart racing, you listen to the announcement...

...And there seems to be ominous music in the halls...


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

GORE WARNING FOR THIS LOG.

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[messianic]

[Holy...shit.

Minato stumbles back on automatic too, dropping the gloves immediately. It's...horrifying, the smell, the blobs of flesh--for a minute, Minato thinks he's going to be sick, but he bites it back, dragging in shuddering breaths. This... is no way for anyone's body to be left.

So carefully, eyes averted, breathing still shuddering, Minato edges his way over to the switch to turn off the anti-gravity switch, sleeve covering his fingers.

You'd better bet he's keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he does. This...is not something he wants to see when all of that...falls.

Oh god.]

CW: Emeto

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Ryoga seem to collapse at the same time that Iwai's body did, his breath coming in heaves before he lost it - swallowing the acidic bile first, then when that no longer worked, he stumbles towards a wall, vomiting]

No way - no way.

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[Before he does, it's easy to see a drying bloodstain on the floor.

But as he does, there's a sickening splat as gravity takes it's due, the sound of multiple liquids and fleshy, wet material hitting the ground. There's also the clanks of the items as they fall.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He flinches at the noise as he tries to steel himself]

We... we have to look.

[No matter how much neither of them want to, as he gingerly walks into the room - inspecting the items for signs of damage, or marks something amiss]

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[The items are mostly untouched - though Ryoga will be able to find a knife. It's covered in dried blood.]

[messianic]

H-hey... don't push yourself.

[It's said pretty shakily, though, so Minato's a hypocrite. Either way, after that sickening splat of everything falling, he'll join in to look things over.

Anything else that stands out?]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[While he's looking at the knife]

I need to - or else I'm not going to live with myself for not trying hard enough, Arisato-san. We need to find that son of a bitch.

[foundationmods]

[There's the body. Gonna take a look at that?]

[messianic]

[I GUESS.

IF WE MUST.

TIME TO APPROACH THE BODY........ Minato's definitely still looking thoroughly sick because despite his best efforts he's probably squelching through guts right now and that's SO GROSS.]

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[He is, indeed. The intestines around have all been clearly bitten, though Minato's not a dog expert and can't tell if it was the puppy again or not.

A lot of Iwai's bones are clearly broken, and his body is covered in bruises and indications of internal bleeding.

His arms have been gnawed on, partial breaks clear in the upper arm. Much like yoshi, he's been disemboweled with a classic gut cleaning cut. But the clear indicator of what killed him is throat, which has been torn out.]

[messianic]

[... :(

Minato has learned from everyone else's example, and he takes reluctant pictures that he has to take more than once when his shaking fingers make them blurry.

But he manages.

And then he looks more closely, willing his stomach to stay in place.

Anything else...?]

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[there are thin, clean cuts in areas that haven't been chewed on. They look odd....as if Iwai was still moving when they were done.

Beyond those, he's seen everything he can here.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

...He was tortured.

[The observation came out in a disbelieving whisper]

[messianic]

[Quietly, Minato closes his eyes, swallowing tightly.]

... Sorry, Iwai-san. Sorry you went through this.

[But he takes proper pictures of those cuts too.]

We...should probably bring everything we can with us to the trial.

[Time to look around once more and probably get outta here with all of the evidence they can carry.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He nods, carefully wrapping the knife up in the bandana, as he picks through the other items]

Don't think we can grab everything - we should write down what we know is here.

[messianic]

Yeah... that's a good idea. We'll grab what we can... and take pictures.

[This sucks.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He uses the bandana from before to carefully nudge it mainly because he really doesn't want to touch it - what kind of knife is it? and does the blood extend to the handle in any particular shape?]

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[The knife is practically covered in blood. No particular pattern.

As for the type of knife, it's a kitchen knife.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Is this the knife they couldn't find last week?

[He's not sure what's the worse answer]