Arc 1 Episode 5: Kasaihana Nights

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***After the gruesome shooting at Club*** ***Lahana******.'''''*** The Police of District 1 would swarm the area in search of clues. This was the first outright clan altercation that the force had seen in years. The Syndicate had been keeping their affairs silent for some time. Inside, it will be up to the cop RPC's to hunt down and track information! However, everything will be executed via Dice roll! Its a race against time, will you be the cop to crack the case? Each Cop has there own way, there own method. Let's see who's method works best against the god fate!

## Post 1 ( Game Master )

One of the Soramaru stragglers would have been walking out of the shot up club Lahana. The KPD clean up reinforcement division would have smoked the area out of any stragglers to apprehend and take back to the station. '

Soramaru: LONG LIVE DANCH--UNGH

One of the KPD would have shot him with a burst of smoke, knocking him out on impact.

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As the KPD continued to swarm the area one man would of stepped out of the shadows. He wore a long brown trench coat and his face was grizzled. He had thick white facial hair that displayed his age and wisdom. His eyes were focused and chiseled. He wore a dress shirt with a black tie, and black slacks and black dress shoes.

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Commissioner: I want a sweep of the area, and I want our best operatives here, right now. Front and Center.

KPD: Yes sir!

The Commissioner would have walked around the shootout site of the Kagemaru owned building with his hands deep in his pockets.

Commissioner: So, the Yakuza are out in the open again. So, it seems as though us lowly District 1 cops are going to have our work cut out for us.

???: Seems so.

As the Commissioner turned around, he'd see none other than his District 1 Chief of police with his task force with him. Both of his hands behind his back.

The Chief was a man in his 30's or so. Black hair that was slicked back, he wore the standard KPD uniform flack jacket and all. He still believed in being completely active on the field. Despite his rank and position.

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Chief: I've called her by the way.

Commissioner: Called who?

Chief: Aoimi.

Commissioner: Ah... not her. That girl has been nothing but trouble since we-

Chief: That girl, is the best chance you got at cracking this. The Syndicate, Kasaiahana's underground has been silent for quite some time. We've been tracking them for years and have found nothing since the slave revolt. Do you realize, and no disrespect sir, that because after 9 years? 9 years, we haven't been able to pin any of them, with anything. But now? Now we have a chance. That shooting happened, and Aoimi was front and center for something that hasnt happened in NINE YEARS. This is... well this is fate! It has to be.

Commissioner: You want me to rely on faith...

Chief: I want you to rely on the facts.

The Commissioner sighed, pinching his nose.

Commissioner: I suppose your right. But... after 9 years. Why would they make this kind of mistake now...

## Post Two: Aoimi

*"Talk about being late to the party."*

***The sound of Kakashi's voice rang through her ears as he raced towards her from the outside, unsheathed blade in hand. This was her partner in crime outside of work. The long haired male was quite the fighter after having him train in one of the family dojos her father ran. They hated each other from the minute their eyes met, but after a few rough plays during training, they called a half truce. They couldn't stand each other but couldn't deny that one could protect the other in their time of need, and it was one of those times. As he neared, she pressed her back against his, keeping the blade she held in her hand close to her body as her fist hovered just above it.***

*"Gist of the problem: Soramarus have been taking out families smaller and weaker than they. Danchou Zetsuobou was planning to take out Keyome Tasanagi after a failed force negotiation. Now, Soramarus are on a warpath tot ake out everyone that isn't them. Play it safe. I'll see you at the end of this."*

***Aoimi made a sure to keep close enough to where she could aid Kakashi need be. However, the sound of Ishtar’s voice caused her to pick up an outlying gun from the ground, her gun wielding hand outstretched in front of her while the blade wielding hand was kept just behind the firearm. She peeked out from the one of the windows of the club, her gun at the ready when she spotted Heket and used a light to reflect off of the blade and shine into his eyes as to signal that she was fine. Had he glanced in her direction, she would've gave him the signal to keep his distance from the club as it swarmed with both bodies, live and dead. Though the sound of Kakashi's cry for help snapped her out of her stupor as she went to aid him, cursing the heavens at the sight of how injured he'd really gotten, but thankful that the giving end was not able to do more as she pulled Kakashi off to the side, away from the chaos. She returned to the window and waited.***

***She was not made to kill, but trained to. However, she would follow through with whatever she had to. The cold, empty look in her eyes told her she was too far into the game to turn back as she was now. It was kill or be killed at this point, and Aoimi would not fall into the latter. However, everything eventually came to a shut down once the familar sirens of the KPD sounded, Aoimi physically relaxing against the wall beneath the window. Smoke rushed in and she just sat there as other officers poured in to smoke out the club, above and below. A few caught sight of her, thinking she was one of the injured or quite possible a member of the Soramaru, had it not been one of them recognizing her.***

*"Yoru! The fuck are you doing here? I thought-"*

*"I*was *on vacation... I just happened to be at the right place at the right time."*

*"Ah... fuck. C'mon let me help you."*

*"I'm fine. I need you to take care of a civilian. He got hurt protecting me." Aoimi motioned towards Kakashi in the corner. "First aid immediately. Send the medical bills to me, I'll take care of it."*

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The older officer was hesitant at first, but she stared at him until he complied. She was aided by another officer after Kakashi was handled, taken to an ambulance and sat down for questioning. She wouldn't talk, at least not to them. This was more that having every abled body know of what happened. She needed the commissioner, and at the sight of him and District One's Chief of Police, Aoimi hopped up out of the back of the ride and walked over to them, given comfortable shoes to walk in, rather her heels. She'd barely caught the conversation as she stood in the doorway to the club, leaning against the doorjamb, an unamused look plastered on her face.

"You know Commissioner, trouble as I may be, I was the only one close enough to hear the conversation. Chief is right. Nine years. *Nine.*You think that they would make a slip up like this on accident? They want the attention. They want special force operatives to focus on them, rather than the big picture that they're hiding. Something's being planned. If you used any other officer in this force, they're more well known than I for sure, because with your testerone-induced pigs that have dick-swinging contests within the city, they're likely to be more recognized than I am. Besides, never send a man to do a woman's job.

"I don't know about you, Commissioner, but I think it's time for someone with... *close*ties to the Underworld to deal with these problems than sending someone in blind to do the job. I have the information. I'm taking this case. I'm taking two partners along. Of my choosing. And no, you can't have anything to know, do, or say about them. Either you take the best help you can get, or you can *fuck off.*"

And that was the end of that. Both the Commissioner and the Chief would watch the fiery little woman walk off, their faces completely stoic until whatever broke them out of their daze.

## Part Three: Kakashi

Kakashi: I'm fine...I'm fine!

That black-haired man pleaded as he pushed onsite E-M-Ts from him, attempting to tend to his wounds. Kakashi looked back to the club as the medical teams rushed inside. While some rushed inside to seek after the wounded, Kakashi could see men and women being brought out on stretchers. The scene was horrific, innocent bystanders simply wanting to have a good time were caught in the cross-fire.

Kakashi: Damnnit

He gripped his fist tightly closing it and gritting his teeth. He saw firsthand just how deadly the Yakuza could be. Knowingg his clan's history, the young warrior knew he wasn't going to rest until those responsible for this faced judgement.

Finally making it back to his motorcycle, Kakashi was ready to throw on his helmet. But he knew he'd have to wait on Aoimi to get word on where they should begin their investigation. Knowing her she'd be somewhere barking orders at her own commissioner. He smirked at the thought of her loud mouth going at her own superior.

## Post Four: Hanran

'*Hanran had int'***end on going to the club that night though after walking around for awhile not being able to find it, he called it a night and booked himself a hotel for the night. Hanran began to remove his clothing thinking that he was about to retire for the night, that is till something interesting caught his attention on the television. It was a news station reporting on the action that just went down at Club Lahana to his surprise and in that very moment an almost demented grin had began to form on his face.**

**New Reporter: Good evening citizens of Kasaihana. Tonight we are filled with sorrow as What seemed to be a peaceful night has turned into one trickled with blood.(Camera man turns towards the scene of the crime) A local hotspot, Club Lahana was all fun and games till key eye witnesses said a group of cars pulled up to the club around 12 of them in total. Emerging from the vehicle was around eight each all of them in red suits, one eye witness said. The man thought nothing of it until multiple men ran outside the club ready to go to war he said.**

**Camera switches over to one of the witnesses and the new reported moed to stand next to him.**

**New Reporter: I know this must be a horrible night for you but can you describe what happened here tonight?**

**Random Guy: I was just partying like usual you kno and then outta no where men piled up outside and in a flash men inside the club started piling outside to confront them, I only realize they were strapped when a woman began yelling GUN GUUUUUNNN at the top of her lungs and half started rushing for the door while the other just kept dancing. So I disregarded her and kept drinking and then they all started to open fire (Man started sobbing)**

**Random Woman: I was so..I can’t i can’t (woman walks away)**

**Religious Crackhead: So yeah i was in there like OOOOOOOHHHHHH MA GOWDDDDD THEY SHOOTIN AND WAS LIKE NO THE LORD SAID WRATH IS UPON ME THI IS FOR ALL THE TIMES I WAS SUCKING DICK FOR DOPE, SO I TOLD THE LORWD I TOLD HIM LORWD PLEASE JUST TAKE ME THESE ARE GOOD FOLKS LORWD JUST TAKE ME  and you know what he said , he said to ME! Take shelta in thy for I FORGIVE YOU FOR SUCKING DICK FOR DOPE**

**New reporter: okayy and thats all we ha-( Crackhead chimes in) FOR THE LORD SAID SUCKING DICK FOR DOPE IS NOT A SIN ONLY IF YOU SUCK DICK FOR MONEY ARE YOU TAINTED YES LORWD PRAISE HIM (Camera cuts)**

**Hanran: …..The fuck did I just watch..In any case I guess I got work to do.**

**Hanran turned away from the Television and swiftly moving toward the bed where he had began to get undressed moments ago. He quickly slipped his shirt and jacket back on before proceeding to make his way for the door. Once he stepped outside he pulled out his phone, swiping his thumb around the screen intending on using his GPS app to find the place till he looked up and saw the smoke rising from a few blocks away. Had he got here sooner he might not have missed all the action he thought. Hanran whistle at a nearby passing taxi who pulled off to the side for him to get in.**

**Taxi Driver: Where to**

**Hanran: Club Lahana**

**Taxi Driver: No can do the place is blocked off**

**Hanran: fine get me as close as possible**

**Taxi Driver: You a cop**

**Hanran:  What's with the 21 questions**

**The gave a disgruntled facial expression and turned and began driving and that's when Hanran noticed something interesting on the man's hand though didn’t say anything. The driver dropped him off two blocks away and Hanran jumped out after paying and made his way to the scene. One of the officer stopped him on his approach telling him the place was closed off. Hanran then whipped out his wallet and showed his his badge which made the officer cock a brow.**

**Officer: Huh, what’s district three doing poking its nose here**

**Hanran: The name Hanran Tetsu, Just transfer here today under orders**

**Officer: So your the one they call the bloodied hound(The officer frowned intensely)**

**Hanran: Yup thats me -He pushed past the cop-**

**Seems my reputation going to follow me everywhere he thought as he reached the entrance to the crime. The place was fucked to say the least bullet holes riddled damn near every wall along with broken glass and furniture. Hanran walked past a few officers who seemed to be in a heat debate about something, The Two men standing there seemed to be the one’s in charge. Hanran made his way over towards them from behind and as he got closer he heard a small feminine voice from the other side of them.**

**Female Voice: Besides, never send a man to do a woman's job.** "I don't know about you, Commissioner, but I think it's time for someone with... close ties to the Underworld to deal with these problems than sending someone in blind to do the job. I have the information. I'm taking this case. I'm taking two partners along. Of my choosing. And no, you can't have anything to know, do, or say about them. Either you take the best help you can get, or you can fuck off."

**Hanran stopped and began snickering though it was low enough not to be heard, well at least he hoped so. Hanran began moving forward again walking around them and stood next to the female who he had heard earlier. She was small and lightweight at that. She wasn’t half bad looking though, had Hanran not been there for other reasons he might have actually hit on her though she seemed a bit young for him, just then an image of a firecracker popped into his head and he’d smiled.**

**Hanran: well aren’t you a feisty one though you shouldn’t sass you superiors, take it from experience it rarely turns out well. (he said to himself as he watched the little girl walk away)**

**Hanran then turned his attention to the Other males. Once again whipping out his badge over his right shoulder, while going standing at attention his legs straight together with his feet at a forty five degree angle. His arm extended outward perfectly perpendicular to the ground at a ninety degree angle with no drop in his elbow, just as you would expect from someone from the militant style of district three. Really most of his antics were to try and take the focus off the disrespect the young woman had just showed in an attempt to help her out a bit. Usually Hanran’s a lot more laid back and much more informal than that.**

**4a820366c86eb2ddfc73e8d17be4666e.jpg****Hanran Tetsu**

**Hanran: Evening, I am special Agent Hanran Tetsu of district three age 22. I’ve began temporarily assigned to district one as one of the led investigators, It’s an honor.**

**Hanran then brought his arm down like a bag of bricks straight to his side and bowed before rising up again.**

**Hanran: Commissioner nice to finally meet you I look forward to working under you. ( Hanran extended his arm outward for a handshake)**

## Post Five: Noir

**Feet daring the edge of a high rooftop drenched in flickering fragments of red Neon produced by the sign belonging the convenience store below, he had stood witness to most of the scene of horror that had played out around Club Lahana. The many bodies that entered by their own accord and were dragged out lifeless made it easy to guess what happened inside the establishment even if it weren't for the countless gunshots that ruptured through the night like strikes of thunder. Even with the District 1 KPD arriving on the scene it was somewhat surprising to see matters hadn't taken a turn for the worst. The Soramaru men were driven back, and as they were Noir's eyes zoomed in on a small group of them who rushed in a car and left the scene, seemingly unnoticed.**

There was a distorted voice shouting through the standard armament ear piece worn by the solemn tall figure who raised a slender finger to lower the volume. All the while running to the other edge of the rooftop, his opened long coat floating up and down behind him like a cloak, flashes of neon red illuminating his long silver hair before he was claimed by the darkness while jumping through the cold night air. Crossing the three yard distance to the next rooftop where he made a crouched landing.

*“Private, I will repeat your mission! You are to track Soramaru men leaving the scene without anyone's knowledge, including that of District 1, understood! Luckily enough we were alerted to that shit-show in time to send your ass there before it ended. Now, don't get cocky but this is some serious shit, soldier. I don't care if you're face is used to sell guns, or if some higher ups deem you as some kind of special. If you fail to track those men, and arrest and bring back at least one of them, it's your pretty head on the line! AND DON'T EVER DARE LOWER THE VOLUMNE AGAIN WHEN I'M SPEAKING!.”*

Noir replied with a calm *“Yes Sir.”* before hanging up with another click as he noticed the getaway car turning a right. Tightening the strap that held his Nodachi in place over his back, he took his time to tie up the laces of his combat boots and then kicked off in a sprint. A series of following rooftop leaps brought his leather gloved hands to catch onto the cold railing of a balcony. Dragging himself up and over with little to no effort, Noir's palm then struck a large window with one decisive blow that left the 2 by 2 glasswork shatter in countless pieces. But before the owner of the apparent had even gotten out of bed to check on the situation, his house was already empty and Noir had left out the front door which was left open behind him. Closed half a minute later by a very confused balding man holding a dirty magazine. Noir had already ran out of the hallway and noticed something moving outside before he jumped through the window beside the staircases, his arms crossed in front of his face and his knees pulled up while moving through the air surrounded by glistering fragments. Making his landing on the back of a large garbage truck, Noir lowered his posture. Two cars ahead drove the getaway ride he had been tracking. The trickling sound of pieces of glass hitting the ground was drowned out by the large engines of the truck but still he could pick up on them, not prone to missing on such small details even when paying them no mind.

## Post 6: Game Master

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The Commissioner took note of the female and her broad tone.

Commissioner: If it weren't for you mental evaluation Officer, I'd have you fired for talking to me that way. But you obviously suffer from multiple forms of psychotropics. So, on with the task at hand. I will allow you to take two officers of your choosing. But this isn't just a normal case, this is a Syndicate case.

Cheif: Meaning, we don't have room for errors.

They'd both take a moment to look towards Club Lahana.

Cheif: Your first clues are there. Id say you start looking as soon as possible.

Commissioner: And that means, we don't have time.

Pointing to club Lahana one would be able to see that the building almost seemed ominous as the dead were being hauled out of the club. The Commissioner and Chief would continue there critical conversation, leaving the officers to do their jobs. It'll be up to "Heroic" cops to fulfill their goals in finding clues But, the gods of fate are creeping there scaled fingers over the events to occur next. Let us get this show on the road.

### ***First Hero: Hanran Tetsu***

The Blood Hound, I wonder if he could live up to his name. Once he'd step into the club he'd more than likely sniff out the crime scene, or scan it, however. One of the men who was bleeding out over the countertop who was assumed dead would cough, blood spewing from his lips as his gasped for air attempting to stand up, he was a Soramaru clansman! The only one alive after the shootout! If Hanran were to roll a 15 or higher, then he'd be able to not only milk information about whom ordered this hit, but he'd even give up one of his bosses warehouses locations for him to investigate further! If Hanran were to roll a 14-11 then the Soramaru would become reluctant, only giving Hanran minor details, and instead of giving him the Warehouse, he'd give up the location of another establishment owned by the Soramaru! This place was called the ' Wormhole' it was a black market dealership, underground in district 2! This one would most definitely be a trap, but it'd be his only lead. If he were to roll a 10-5, then the Soramaru would spit in his face, only saying the words. "Long Live Danchou" Before Killing himself by shooting himself in the face with his last bullet in his pistol! If Han were to roll a 4-1, then The officer would then attempt to shoot Hanran point blank, shooting him in the arm! Forcing Han to deal with him however he saw fit.

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**The roll is 17!**

### ***Second Hero: Aoimi***

The proud heroine would find herself in a bit of a pickle. Once she established her team she'd make her way into the building, more than likely passing all of the dead bodies as her eyes scanned the area until she approached the table where Danchou and Keyome had been sitting. Blood and bullets scattered all over it, but in the middle... A piece of paper had been left there, neatly folded up. If she were to roll a 15 or higher, then the Note would say. " Catch me if you can, little fox. " The note would have an address, leading to the same place known as The Wormhole. A perfect and dead clue for her adventure. However, if she rolled a 14-11, then the note would simply say. " You'll find me, where it all began, where the lost ones were found, and where the Messiah found his people. " Had been here only clue. ( Look in the Kasaihana city page for this clue. ) If she were to roll a 10-5, then the note would simply have a series of symbols on it. But the most notable symbol would be a fire, encompassed in flame. If she was to roll a 4-1, then the paper when opened would emit a knock out gas, causing her to go into a deep sleep, filled with hallucinations that, may... actually be the most profitable for her goals, as these dreams, though getting knocked out to achieve it, would be the greatest clue, because within these dreams. Lies the answer.

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***The roll is 4***

### ***Third Hero: Noir***

As The vigilante cop kept his visions focused on the hunt. The Gods of fate would play a large part in his trek to the truth. If he were to roll a 15 or higher, then the Getaway car would drive him straight towards a series of warehouses, the same warehouses that Hanran would be going to if he were to hit a 15 or higher. An easy and straightforward tracking that would prove to be successful. If he were to roll a 14-11, then they'd veer off, heading towards the other location known as the Wormhole, going here in a panic! They'd drive there, rushing into the building as fast they could in hopes that weren't seen! If were to roll a 10-5 however, then not only would the truck he'd been riding on would topple over after almost hitting someone but it'd flip over entirely! Forcing him to make a quick escape that may prove to be quite a painful landing! If here to roll a 4-1, then his pursuers would turn around to notice him! Flooring it as fast as they could while others would open up arms against him! Firing round after round, this ending would mean no leads, and would branch on an entirely different path of action! It'd be up to Noir to protect himself against the first wave of bullets, but a chase was in order for sure!

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## Post Seven: Aoimi

Commissioner: If it weren't for you mental evaluation Officer, I'd have you fired for talking to me that way. But you obviously suffer from multiple forms of psychotropics. So, on with the task at hand. I will allow you to take two officers of your choosing. But this isn't just a normal case, this is a Syndicate case.

Aoimi's eye had twitched slightly. She released a heavy breath, exhaling through her nose before she reached for the phone in her pocket, dialing Kisabi's number and waiting. Almost instantly, he'd answered.

*"Aoimi! Fuck, are you alright? I've been worried sick."*

"Have you so little faith in me? I think you've forgotten who I am." Her tone was teasing, but she did feel bad for worrying him.

*"You're great at fighting, but you're still human... How bad is the damage?"*

"Too many casualties to count, 'Sabi... But I need your help. I need a genius to work on some getting some intel from behind the scenes. Work with me."

*"Aoimi... Look. I... I'll do my best. Just be safe."*

"Thanks... I owe you."

And she hung up. She walked over to Kakashi and patted his back, giving him a smile and sighing.

"Glad you came to the rescue. We've got clues to find in the club. There's no way that they'd just trash it and run - at least cleanly, anyways." She shrugged and headed into the club once more, hopefully with Kakashi on her heels.

The damage was extensive. The bodies even moreso. Now these people... These people came to the right place at unfortunately the wrong time. As bodies were hoarded out, carried on stretchers, staining the blank sheets with their blood, Aoimi moved closer and closer to where it all began in the first place. Talking to one of the other officers, she addressed them, asking to get footage from the moment the club opened to where it was now. Faces would definitely be recognized with the still-prints. Flashes of cameras were all along the club as film professionals worked alongside Senior CSIs. She was still a little wet behind the ears, but nonetheless, learning all along the way.

However, something caught her eye. As she looked around, she could see that all other parties were avoiding the obvious little trinket that sat conspicuously on the table where Danchou and Keyome sat to negotiate. She inched closer until she was just standing right at the table, pulling out her gloves from her pocket and running her nimble fingers over the folded parchment. She lifted it up, closely to her body as she peeled it open, only to have an obnoxious odor fill her senses. She dropped the piece of paper to the ground and stumbled back. Her hands steadied themselves onto the edge of the table, but the gas was spreading through her like wildfires, causing every muscle, nerve, and sense to shut down accordingly. As she tried to upright herself, she ended up knocking over the chair Danchou was sitting in, causing a bit of a ruckus so attention fled to her. She blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. And her body began falling towards the ground, and would have made contact if no one decided to catch her.

## Part Eight: Kakashi

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???:"Glad you came to the rescue. We've got clues to find in the club. There's no way that they'd just trash it and run - at least cleanly, anyways."

Kakashi looked behind him to see Aoimi patting him and giving off a warm smile, only to be met by his own. He gave her a light chuckle before nodding to her.

Kakashi: Well someone gotta come and save ya.

He followed her as she made her way into the club. The young man was confused as to why these two sydicates would choose tonight out of all nights to do this bloody massacre. It was pretty tragic to tell the least. Kakashi's eyes scanned the entire club the second he walked back inside of it. The first time he was in he didn't spend that much attention to the scene, but now he's taking it in... completely.

This was one for the books indeed. The smell of blood, gunpowder, and sorrow filled his nose instantly. There were so many bodies that KPD still hadn't gotten to yet. People were sprawled out, you can tell some of them were in a hurry. Kakashi wasn't there for the initial attack but he could just imagine the panic in these club goers as shots flew through the air. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that something sinister was about to happen to Kasaihana in the coming days.

Kakashi looked over outwards towards Aoimi who had been looking for clues herself. He observed her for a second but long enough to see that she found something that caught her attention. His eyebrow raised before walking over to her. As his steps grew closer to their destination Kakashi saw something was off with Aoimi. The stumble in her movements was enough to set Kakashi off.

Kakashi: Aoimi? What's wrong?

His expression worsens as he saw she was about to fall. He quickly put his arms out catching her before she was able to fall.

Kakashi: Shit your heavy!

He hoisted her up in both arms as he saw her drift off into sleep eyes blinking.

Kakashi: Aoimi wake up, wake up we got a job to do!

## Post Nine ( Game Master )

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*As Aoimi drifted into a deep sleep, she'd see a series of images...*

*Grusome images of war... of death.*

*Soon these images, would pull together to create a shadow figure in the distance surrounde by a sea of darkness. It was Aoimi, the darkness would swell around her, encompassing her in its heavy blanket, sending chills all throughout her spine. Soon, her image would morph, change even.
Becoming more grusome, more hellish, more... inhuman.
As it changed so did her beauty, the beautiful Aoimi would become something sinsiter, something evil.*

*Soon the images would swirl together and become a fire, a blazing firey void that would take the shape of a fox at first. But then the foxes image would change and deform, and horns would grow from the top of its head as its eyes drained with a green ooze that bled from its lids. It had become a monster.*

The Chief would step inside first after hearing Kakashi's plea!

Chief: What the hells happened here!? Aoimi!

The Chief ran to her side next to Kakashi.

Chief: Her skin... its...

Before there very eyes black veins would start to grow all over Aoimi's body, it was a result of the gas she'd just inhaled. It was but a small bit, but it would change her for the rest of her life. She'd wake up! In a heated fury as her eyes would grow in size, and her muscle mass would increase, she'd go into a frenzy, attacking friends or foe!

### ***STATUS EFFECT TIME!***

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Aoimi has inhaled some bad shit, and its pretty much turned her into a hellish she-hulk! But why? Just what the hell was that stuff... well, questions for another time! Kakashi is going to have to put a stop to this, or she may hurt someone.

***Danger Zone Victim 1: Aoimi***

Aoimi is going nuts! And she cant control herself! Suddenly she has inhuman strength and she's a major danger to everyone around her! But maybe the gods of fate can turn the tides so things dont get... to crazy.

* If she were to roll a 15 or higher, then Aoimi wouldn't cause much damage though she'd push Kakashi away, and choke slam the cheif knocking him out, only to begin to attack other police personel, though never killing anyone.
* If she were to roll a 14-11, then she'd simply punch Kakashi in the face, and break the chief's arm, only to begin to attack other police personel, though never killing anyone.
* If she were to roll a 10-5, then she'd punch through the Chief's stomach possibly killing him, and booting Kakashi into a wall behind him with enough force to injure him, where she'd then proceeded to kill five other police personnel
* If she were to roll a 4-1 then she'd knock Kakashi away with so much force that she'd leave a scar across his chest like a slash from her new found strength, a scar he'll keep for the rest of his life. Where she'd then out right Kill the chief, ripping his spine from his neck mortal kombat style! Killing multiple police personnel in the process, creating a utter blood bath.

***Danger Zone Victim 2: Kakashi***

With Aoimi going nuts, your going to need to put a stop to this or someones going to get hurt! But Just how are you going to go about doing that, afterall... you don't want to hurt your friend! But, she's going crazy! You might not have a choice...

* If he were to roll a 15 or higher, then he'd be able to take Aoimi down rather quickly with swift movements and attacking power of his choosing, though doing so without truly hurting her.
* If he were to roll a 14-11 then he'd have to apply a bit of force, hitting her with a pretty strong attack of his choosing that would put her down rather quickly, she'd get a bruise mostly from this but nothing more.
* If he were to roll a 10-5, then he'd have to apply immense force, thats almost deadily hitting her with something that almost kills her! INjurying her pretty bad!
* If he were to roll a 4-1 then he'd severly injure her, hitting her with almost nigh sinsiter and leathal force! This may kill her, or worse... dampen there friendship!

## Post Ten: Aoimi

Her head was throbbing, and she could feel the blood just running through her veins. However, when she opened her eyes, she wasn't in the club anymore. It was more barren... Empty, even, had it not been for the thousands of bodies that littered the grounds before her. The smell of blood invaded her senses and she covered her hand over her mouth and nose. She hadn't known why but her senses were just multiplied in this damn dreamscape. Aoimi was lost. What was she doing here in the first place, her consciousness, that is. Eyes scanned the broken fields and stopped when movement caught her attention. She could see something pulling itself out of the chaos before her, a simple black mass. The scene around her fled to the mass, only to form into...

"Me?"

Like a rush of cold air, it encompassed her in its darkness, tendrils licking at her skin all the while sending nothing but a cold chill to run down her spine. It bled into her, her skin absorbing the dark mass like sunlight, her body beginning to convulse as it changed. They were like webs, attaching to her, and no matter how much she clawed it away, they never went away, embedded into her skin like a tattoo. She was forced to look at the part of her that still stood before her, watching as it burst into flames that reached the darkening sky. And it took form. A fox. How ironic. Her ruby orbs were wide in fear, amazement, and complete silence ensued. In a sense, it was beautiful, but beauty wilted, and it did so right before her, the horrendous bone shattering sounds made Aoimi’s knees buckle and she was oh so close to collapsing. Green substance poured from the figures orifices, staring right back into her soul. The darkness around her creeped into her mouth and began reaching into her pupils, silencing her screams, and eventually blinding her...

Meanwhile, in the physical world, Aoimi's body would begin to twitch as the veins of black began spreading through limb from limb. Her skin would bruise purpleish, and like a rubber band, she snapped, her eyes snapping open to reveal those large, red irises with two rings around her pupil, green and causing the life she once had in her eyes to recede. There was no joyous glow of 'living'. She had the gas to thank for that. Her muscles pulsed and enlarged as if had just been blown up by an air pump, but as Aoimi pulled herself up slowly into a sitting position, everyone could tell there was something wrong with the picture here. A moment, she was fine, and then down for the count, only to awaken and look like something that stepped right out of Stephen King's mind. ( Sorry man, your mind is devilish. )

With just a slight tilt of her head, she cast a glance at Kakashi, face void of emotion, and with speed like no other, her hand was leveled to Kakashi's chest and she shoved hard enough to send him rolling back a couple of feet away from her. Meanwhile, the Chief wouldn't attempted to reach out to Aoimi, though it was a mistake. The same hand that pushed Kakashi wrapped around the Chief's throat, while her other hand grabbed his outreaching wrist, whipping his body around and down against the trashed ground beneath her as she moved into a kneeling position, shards of glass piercing her expose skin, though she seemed unbothered as she stepped over the now unconscious body of the Chief. Several other officers poured into the club at the commotion, most looking in horror at the sight of Aoimi, and then anger at the sight of the Chief, laid out on the ground, unmoving.

With a battle cry, one charged in and Aoimi simply just tripped him up, his own speed and velocity causing him to spiral out of control and slam into the bar. One by one they came at her and she just advanced, grabbing a pair by the collars of their uniforms and spinning them around a few times before letting them sail into another pair of officers. Most others fled the club and only so few others held Aoimi at gunpoint, and she stood in the center of it all, surrounded by bodies of only the injured when the beast inside of her beckoned her to do more.

In her mind still, her consciousness was trying to fight off that damned hellish demon as the flames caressed her supple skin against her face. Her body was writhing in the black mass, trying to escape but at her futile efforts, the flaming monster chuckled, and chuckled, and it grew into outright howling in laughter at the struggle Aoimi was putting up in the attempt to escape its clutches. As it bared its teeth to laugh, Aoimi could see the green substance dripping from the sharpened incisors that could tear through flesh with no problem. Aoimi's wished for someone to take her out, to keep her from causing more harm. She didn't care if she got hurt or not, but if someone didn't, surely she would do much more damage than what she had already done.

## Post Eleven: Kakashi

Kakashi tried everything he could think of to wake up Aoimi but nothing seemed to work out. He began to grow worried. He shook her roughly, moving her head side to side even slapped her across the cheek a couple times. Still, nothing worked then suddenly the Chief walked inside and made his way to the scene that was taking place.

Kakashi: "Come on Aoimi wake up!"

Chief: "What the hells happened here!? Aoimi!"

Kakashi: "She won't wake up."

However new events started to take place the second Kakashi and the Chief saw these black veins starting to spread throughout her body like wild fire. With her still in his arms Kakashi's worry started to grow just as much as those veins on her body. Then suddenly, her eyes flung open thus shocking Kakashi a bit.However, the eyes he saw wasn't the Aoimi he knew. It was different, something sinister. She leaped out of his arms into a up standing position. Her body grew exponentially in muscle mass; this was something Kakashi was new too, never before has he seen anything of this caliber before.

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Kakashi: "Aoimi..."

He'd attempt to reach his hand out to her before being shoved off violently. Falling backwards into a pile of debris from the earlier destruction. Kakashi looked out to Aoimi going for the Chief pinning him to the ground knocking him out with tremendous force. Nothing he have seen Aoimi done in the past.

Kakashi: "AOIMI PLEASE STOP!"

Then KPD officers started to rush the scene guns aiming at her. Never before have he seen her move so fast and swift taking out as many of the men that she did. Aoimi wasn't herself. No, this girl...no this thing was something entirely different. Almost that of a demon, NO a devil...A Devil-Woman. Kakashi grabbed the hilt of his katana drawing it from its sheath before standing up right.

Kakashi: "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS AOIMI!!!!!!!!"

He'd yell before pushing himself from his position moving a quick pace. He'd find a nearby table jumping on that then onto the next one making his way towards Aoimi. He grits his teeth, he knew his normal hits wouldn't do a damn thing against whatever Aoimi turned out to be. He'd have to use all the force he could muster up to take her down.

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Kakashi: I gotta stop her before she hurts anyone else.

Making one last leap Kakashi would spiral into the air then extend his right leg out. With gravity at his side and the momentum he was going added by his own immense strength; Kakashi used the heel of his foot slamming it down on Aoimi's right temple. This was enough force to send her head slamming down into the hard floor of the club possibly breaking or denting some area of her skull. Finally, without hesitation Kakashi knew what he had to do in order to keep her down for good. He'd jump in the air about four feet before ramming both of his feet into Aoimi's spine canceling her ability to move...permanently.

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Kakashi: "I'm sorry...."

He'd quietly say before moving off of her and looking at the other KPD officers as they watched in awe and shock. He'd move out of their way as he walked to the Chief to check on his status.

## Post Twelve ( Game Master )

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The paramedics would rush in

The Chief held on to his throat before he coughed gasping for air.

Cheif: I want her out of here now, she's encountered something fatal and be contagious, call the cities toxic agency this place is going under quarantine, send her to the D3 Hospital to be examined, take the boy with her, the Kakashi fellow. I want an entire sweep of this area and stat! Let's move it!

He'd walk towards Kakashi placing his hand on his shoulder. Taking over the carnage she'd created in just a short amount of time.

Chief: Good work... I don't know if Aoimi's fine. But had you not taken care of that when you did. Things may have gotten worss. Aoimi's a danger right now, she's been exposed to something in here and were going to find out why. As for you and her? See to it that the D3 Authorities give her a proper checking...

He said as he watched them load her out and onto a stretcher into a ER Van.

Chief: What the hells going on around here...

## Post Thirteen: Noir

Somehow his cover was blown. The attentive eyes of the gang members seated in the back of the sleek Sedan managed to spot the long silver locks drifting above the food truck not far behind them. Closer inspection would reveal D3 attire which apparently drove the criminals into a fury of trigger pulling madness.

Noir narrowed his eyelids and felt a wave of calm overcome his mind which was ever in sixth gear working every sense and braincel to the fullest extent. Calculating the trajectory of these bullets was nigh impossible given the angle from which the villains were shooting, and the fact that they were doing such at night time. As such this became a game of angles. Before the first bullet bounced off the thick chassis of the soon to be swiss cheese Food Truck, Noir rolled backwards and pressed his feet off the rear edge of the sky blue trailed to reverse-slide through the air, bullets soaring overhead, until his back hit the front window of a small shopping car home to three elderly people who hardly seemed concerned.

He could feel the bruises but it was nothing compared to being shot, which he only had been during simulations; but the pain which resulted from said simulations was said to be nothing short of the real thing. Luckily the glass, although fractured, held the weight of his impact, allowing him to slide off the hood of the car and confiscate a passing motorbike. The XZ N-Type 4500, a top of the line racing bike which was a limited edition model belonging to the leader of one of the small bike gangs. Noir didn’t know, but he hadn’t just stolen anyone's vehicle. And this little action would surely have some form of reaction in the future. But for now, Noir was off full speed.

The scent of burning rubber entered his nostrils amidst the overdose of CO2 emitted by the twin turbo two wheeler. His body was kept low as he, surprisingly, steered with one hand, his free left hand holding the hilt of his eerie Nodachi; the tip of which dragged a sparkling trail across the ground. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to the villains who continued to rain down bullets at him whichever chance they got. But thanks to the speed of the N-Type 4500, and Noir’s quick judgement and calculating, he managed to evade most firepower by driving through alleyways or steering behind larger cars, one time even sliding underneath a garbage truck and balancing the bike upwards again after coming out the other side.

This last maneuver would’ve most likely distracted/confused the criminals long enough for Noir to speed up to their side. By the time they heard the roaring engine at their right, it was already too late. They would see no driver on the top of the line motorbike that continued going forward only cause Noir jammed the gas handle moments earlier, before he had jumped onto the roof of the driving car almost soundlessly; leaving the occupants of said car to wonder for just a moment.

Then his sword penetrated the slightly curved roof of the Sedan in a straight path down through the skull of the passenger in the rear right seat. Seconds later through the skull of the one in the left seat, just when the realization of what happened to his partner sank in to the second criminal left lifeless; blood oozing from all cavities. Following the two quick assaults, Noir side-flipped off the car on a path leading to the seat of the still running motorbike, and during the process stabbed his sword through the barrel, hand, arm, ribs, heart of the target sitting in the passenger's seat who raised a Uzi at the mid-air Noir but found his life silenced before a trigger could be squeezed.

Noir then overtook the car with the by far faster motorbike and hit the power-breaks before angling it horizontally to the front bumper of the car filled with three dead bodies. This would slow the car down, although little, while Noir had casually hopped onto the hood of the black sedan and stabbed his sword through the window, stopping the tip of the weapon one inch in front of the driver’s neck. It would have been clear that one funny move would end the situation. He motioned for the driver to pull over at the gas station they were approaching.

## Post Fourteen: Aoimi

*Fucking stop me then!*

*I'm not doing this by myself, idiot, realize it already!*

Aoimi yelled in her mind as her speech was still silenced by the darkness. She writhed violently and struggled harder and harder against the monster, her jaw snapping up, her teeth clenched tightly against one another. The demon watched as she struggled for control once more, but it was much to late for her to gain any more-

***SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!***

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Aoimi was startled by the horrendous screech of pain by the fox demon, and she inhaled sharply as the webs around her mouth flex from her eyes and mouth, bringing back both sight and sound. A pain burned in her right temple, and she figured Kakashi was giving her body quite a bit of pain to deal with. She would hate the pain when she returned, but it was for good reason. The demon clawed at itself before Aoimi's chuckle at its suffering cause it to set its sights on her.

***You... think you... have seen... the last... of me?... I am... with... you... foreverrr...***

Aoimi uttered strings of profanities, but the demon advanced, a claw outstretched and sinking intot he area right over her heart, and Aoimi could feel its essence pour every bit of its hatred and evil seep into her heart, all before disappearing with another pained screech, and oh, hell, did Aoimi feel the pain when she got sent crashing down with a kick to the temple, feeling a bit of her skull cracking beneath the pressure and then... nothing...

A heavy groan escaped past her lips, broken and soft all the same. She couldn't feel anything from the waist down though. It could've been worse, she could have NOT felt anything from the neck down. Blood dripped down from the wound inflicted upon by Kakashi's kick, and she caught his apology. A roll of the eyes ensued and she laughed hoarsely.

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"You did what you had to do... Props to your quick thinking before my body did something that couldve really hurt somebody."

She was hoisted up by the paramedics and carefully set on her backside. She looked over at the Chief and her eyes widened at the sight of bruises around his neck, but she knew who'd made them. She looked at her hands, the black veins that had once littered her body receded, more than likely to her heart, if she remembered where the demon had punctured her. She listened as the Chief demanded to place her in quarantine, not that she as in any place to argue. A pained smile formed on her pale face and she looked at Kakashi, a blank look on her face.

"You know, when we talked about back breaking, I wasn't thinking about *this*."

Had Kakashi gotten the innuendo she would started laughing, despite the pain and suffering. Somehow her two-day vacation may just turn into a damn retirement. She kept quiet for the rest of the ride. She'd only hoped she got the most of what was on that piece of paper, or that sinister being would attach itself onto more than just her, and she would be okay with that.

## Post Fifteen: Hanran

When A Hidden Personality Is Revealed
Hanran shift his attention to the club after the brief exchange. He his extended hand seemed to go unnoticed so he simply went to work. He stood at the entrance of the building, looking over the scene. He closed his eye and took a deep breath before stepping inside, the sounds of broken glass and shatter wood crunching under his feet echoed throughout the building with almost every step he took. His facial expression hard the intensity of a wild animal as his eyes scanned over the gruesome scene before him. The heavy stench of blood filled his nostrils, it as almost sickening. Hanran was no strange to corpses but this here was overkill, even if they were trying to send a message to spill this much blood for something like that was the scent of a mad man with a taste for death. Hanran walked over to one of the other officers and asked him for a pair of gloves. Hanran slipped them onto his hands and began to examine the bodies of those who wasn’t fortunate enough to make it out before the light show started. Based on the size and angle of entry wounds on the bodies he traced back the trajectory of the shooters and that pointed to the rooftops across from the club which was confirmed by the bullet holes that riddled the ground. Hanran investigation was interrupted though when a cough echoed through the room from one of the men dress in a red suit which was laid out over the counter.

Hanran: HEY! I need a medic over here and hurry it up this guys probably not gonna last much longer.

Officer: Im on it!

Hanran watched as one of the kdp went to go get help, and with that he approached the man. And pulled him off of the countertop, the males body falling roughly to the ground with his back leaning against the counter, much to the males dismay as he let out a loud moan. The other officer returned with the medic who tried to provide some aid though Hanran stuck his hand out to halt him.

Soramaru: Fucker that hurt

Hanran: Look I really don’t have much patience for guys like you, so here the deal your gonn-

Soramaru: Fuck you pig you can go to he-

The male was cut off by Hanran sharply kicking him in the face, the male slumping over the ground. The medic then grabbed Hanran arm forcibly

Medic: The hell are you crazy the mans injured, you tryna kill him

Hanran looked at him and sighed reaching into his pocket and pulling out another cigarette lighting the end of it , the small scarlet color blaze slightly illuminating the dark room. Hanran then simply glared at the man, as if he was saying trust me i know what I’m doing. Hanran then kneeled down in front of the injured man. Blowing the smoke in the guys face went caused him to cough only to spew more blood from his lips clearly in pain.

Hanran: Look here pal as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, I’m willing to spare your miserable fucking life, and let's face it you're running out of time as it is and I’m pretty sure your lung just collapsed and with your wounds and the amount of blood you already lost I’d say you go about ten, fifteen minutes tops before you cease to exist. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll let the medic here save your life, I’ll even keep it simple for you, all I need is a Name and a Location easy right or are you going to say some gay shit like I’ll never give up my boss to you pigs after they left you to rot in this shit pit like a discarded toy.

The man had began to lose consciousness, which annoyed Hanran so he jabbed his finger into the man's wound, which caused him to yell out in pain. The medic grabbed Hanran shoulder pretty much pleading him to stop. Hanran removed his finger and calmly began speaking again.

Hanran: A name and a Location

The male then began to mumble something with shallow breaths and Hanran placed his Ear next to the guys mouth to hear what he was saying. The man ended up giving him the information he needed, though by then point ten minutes had already passed and those unfortunately had been the man's last words. Hanran then stood to his feet only to find himself rocked in the face by the Medic who had rushed over. Hanran then looked over to the small woman whose face had been riddled with anger. The simply stood there with a look of surprise on his face.

Hanran: hey now the hell is wrong with you

Medic: I could have saved him yet you called me over here so that you could use me to torture information out of an injured man! Your than the lowest of scumbags you you fucking animal.(-woman begins crying-)

Hanran face went serious.

Hanran: Your too soft

Medic: what?

Hanran: look around you lady there’s nothing but dead bodies covering the floor, and this man your crying for helped cover this place in cold blood. That's piece of shit laying on the ground dead isn’t even worthy of being called and animal. Those bodies laying around you are somebody's child who went out and died for no good reason at the hands of guys like him and you couldn’t save him anyway the bullet had already hit his liver and rupted it he wouldn’t have died by the time you even got him to the hospital.

Medic: you don’t know that, you don’t even know if he killed anyone

Hanran: Bitch are you delusional

Ms. Takaguchi: Hanran! That's enough if you got what you need go report your finding to the chief and wait for me in my car, there's obviously things we need to discuss, Tatsuro will take over her

Hanran turned around only to see the woman who was assigned to him as a handler upon joining the unit. Hanran frowned and walked past her, exiting the building and made his way over to the chief and reported his finding let he was told and simply turned and made his way to her vehicle jumping inside the passenger seat.