Post by Chakra on Nov 6, 2015 1:25:46 GMT
I'm not so certain it WAS organ theft. No preservation, some of them are too old...I'd say this is something altogether more sinister. That was saying something, really. Not many more crimes more grotesque than butchering corpses and selling the result (excluding the altogether more ethical organ donors, at any rate). Plus there were just so many...No ordinary criminal enterprise could pull off a collection of this size without being detected, and the extraordinary ones who could, wouldn't. There were much better ways to make money, ways that didn't raise as many eyebrows and had a better profit margin. That left a supernatural motive, which wasn't much more pleasant to contemplate. That sort of magic wasn't really Chakra's forte, despite being sorta-kinda dead herself, but she could make a guess or two. Watch enough "so bad it's good" movies and you got a sense for stuff like that. Shame it wasn't so funny, here.
I don't know if contacting the police is a good idea. Putting aside the questions that would raise for us, whatever gathered all of these would have had to contemplate that, and come up with a reaction. They're obviously competent, right? She talked and walked at the same time, making her way from container to container. Searching all of these without leaving any physical evidence was going to take far too long. The guards outside might be knocked out for now, but they might wake up, or another set might come along. Time wasn't really on their side.
Neither were the bodies, really. Chakra felt a chill down her spine as a wave of tainted reiatsu flared through the room in a pulse. Seconds later another one came, with its own echo. The beat increased as the seconds passed, sounding all too like a heartbeat (or a convincing parody, at least). The pulses reached a crescendo, filling the with a vile feeling power as it detonated and split into hundreds of half-visible pieces. It didn't take a master of reiatsu control to detect where the energy was fleeing. Dropping into a combat stance by instinct, Chakra watched as one of the bodies in the crates slowly took its feet. It looked...wrong. More wrong than a society reared on zombie movies would tell you. The stiff, jerking motions looked like a puppeteer performing a crude warm-up exercise. Another stood, and then another. The sounds throughout the room demonstrated that this container wasn't alone. And the air felt wrong...A barrier of some sort had formed around the door and the hole in the roof-window Raiden had entered. She would bet good money that it was around the building entirely. It was with the realization that they were trapped that the bodies charged with surprising speed. Lashing out instinctively, Chakra knocked one over, which bowled over several more, but as it stood up again, it became clear that she'd have to break out some more impressive attacks. Lashing out with Breath of Creation, she began striking the air with mock blows, keeping the dead at a distance before they swarmed the substitutes. Muladhara and Svadhisthana augmented her attacks to superhuman strength and speed, but she held back the majority of her arsenal for the moment. Not a good idea to drain the reserves with the fragile ones, without seeing what they could do.
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I don't know if contacting the police is a good idea. Putting aside the questions that would raise for us, whatever gathered all of these would have had to contemplate that, and come up with a reaction. They're obviously competent, right? She talked and walked at the same time, making her way from container to container. Searching all of these without leaving any physical evidence was going to take far too long. The guards outside might be knocked out for now, but they might wake up, or another set might come along. Time wasn't really on their side.
Neither were the bodies, really. Chakra felt a chill down her spine as a wave of tainted reiatsu flared through the room in a pulse. Seconds later another one came, with its own echo. The beat increased as the seconds passed, sounding all too like a heartbeat (or a convincing parody, at least). The pulses reached a crescendo, filling the with a vile feeling power as it detonated and split into hundreds of half-visible pieces. It didn't take a master of reiatsu control to detect where the energy was fleeing. Dropping into a combat stance by instinct, Chakra watched as one of the bodies in the crates slowly took its feet. It looked...wrong. More wrong than a society reared on zombie movies would tell you. The stiff, jerking motions looked like a puppeteer performing a crude warm-up exercise. Another stood, and then another. The sounds throughout the room demonstrated that this container wasn't alone. And the air felt wrong...A barrier of some sort had formed around the door and the hole in the roof-window Raiden had entered. She would bet good money that it was around the building entirely. It was with the realization that they were trapped that the bodies charged with surprising speed. Lashing out instinctively, Chakra knocked one over, which bowled over several more, but as it stood up again, it became clear that she'd have to break out some more impressive attacks. Lashing out with Breath of Creation, she began striking the air with mock blows, keeping the dead at a distance before they swarmed the substitutes. Muladhara and Svadhisthana augmented her attacks to superhuman strength and speed, but she held back the majority of her arsenal for the moment. Not a good idea to drain the reserves with the fragile ones, without seeing what they could do.
