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livestudioaudience2017-04-24 08:27 pm
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[Ohhh, someone's bitter. If nothing else, we can state that Junpei Tenmyouji is definitely twenty-two.
He waves a hand dismissively as the door to the space casino hisses open. Because it's a space door. On a space station.]
But everything I said about the ratings is speculation, anyway. We've got more concrete fish to fry. Let's see what we've got here.
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[ Who's got time for romance when you're in a crime game, tbh. Nishitani waltzes through the space door to the space casino and casts a quick look around. The smell of blood is obvious enough, the dead body is not exactly hard to find, splayed out over a poker table. His neck and most of the front of his shirt is covered in blood. Wonder what did it? ]
Welp, this sucker's real fucking dead alright.
[ How incredibly helpful. ]
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[Junpei wrinkles his nose a little and takes care not to step in any blood congealed on the floor, but he doesn't flinch from approaching the body. It's just that he's only got the one pair of shoes, you know?]
The way the blood's splattered suggests a slit throat... [But obviously, no detective worth his salt would rely on that without checking for actual wounds on the body. Junpei starts to reach towards the corpse's chin for a better look, but realizes what he's doing and thinks better of it. Instead, he glances back at Nishitani.]
You see some cloth anywhere? [He waggles his fingers.] Can't leave prints on a crime scene. Totally bad form.
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He steps up behind Junpei and shrugs. ]
Who gives a shit about prints? Not like anyone's gonna call the police-- ain't nobody here to pull up your record, kiddo.
[ Sure, that'd be useful in a crew of 20 or so people, but it's just not gonna happen. ]
I'll touch the stiff, if you don't wanna. You lookin' to see what kinda weapon our pal the culprit used, right?
If you've got an idea for this murder, I can roll with it, or we can both just make stuff up!
I'm not worried about my record. If anyone checks out the corpse after we do and dusts for prints--well, whatever. [Dismissive wave.] Just vouch for me, okay? It's annoying when people suspect the detective.
[He's thought of a couple ways to dust, personally... but if no one else has, maybe he'll keep his idea about the pool cue chalk and Scotch tape to himself. Anyway, as if to prove he's not scared to touch a body, Junpei does just that, gently tipping the dead man's chin up so he can get a good look at the damage.]
Well, we got rigor mortis, so he's definitely been dead for a few hours, at least. Poor asshole.
[He examines the wound to see how deep it is, how clean--or not--the edges of the gash might be, if it could be a blade or wire or something entirely different. Human teeth? CAN'T PUT IT PAST PEOPLE.]
nah I'm just making stuff up as we go, let's roll
[ Nishitani shrugs, waving his hand in a 'fogeddaboutit' gesture. He's also from the 80s so maybe he's just picturing a needlessly complex process. ]
Sure, I'll vouch for ya. Though I can't say ya didn't kill 'im before we met up, can I?
[ He's mostly joking. Or maybe he isn't. But the thought of Junpei being the murderer doesn't seem to bother him any. His spirits are quite high for a guy watching a kid touch a corpse. HUMAN TEETH is gonna be my new fave murder scenario, let's totally do that because whY NOT. ]
Daamn, that's one nasty-ass wound. Someone got a good fucking bite outta this guy!
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[Junpei takes a closer look at the wound himself before leaning back and making a face.]
Gross, dude, you're totally right. Yikes. I guess someone's gotten sick of space food.
[Unfortunately for the poor dead guy, human teeth aren't built for tearing someone's throat out, so the wound's a real gory, gruesome mess, and it must've taken a couple tries to get through. Junpei continues to wince as he continues his examination, moving to get a better look at the rest of the head.]
Here, look. [Junpei points to a patch of reddened swelling on the side of the man's face.] If he'd lived, that would've shaped up into one ugly bruise, but my guess is the blow stunned him long enough for Hungry to get a real good grip and dig in. Do me a favor, unbutton his shirt?
[He's still examining the corpse's scalp.]
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[ He's mostly morbidly intrigued, but this is actually surprisingly gross. Which of course makes Nishitani chuckle a little. He's glad he's not the guy touching the corpse, that's for damn sure. ]
's real fucking cold, eating a guy while he's down. [ Nishitani shakes his head, bending over to do as he was asked. He pats the guy's shirt down first, checking his pockets and maybe feeling him up a little because, hey, if he's ripped then the case takes on a different turn, right? See, he can be reasonable. I mean, rarely, but he has his moments. He unbuttons the guy's shirt in the end, there's some bruising here and there, but there's nothing substantial. ]
You tryin' to sneak a peek, or what?
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Eh, he's not really my type. [He lets that stand for a moment, then adds:] Usually, I like 'em a little more lively.
[Ba-dum, pssh. Junpei apparently finishes whatever he was doing--brushing carefully through the guy's hair?--and moves around the poker table to get, despite what he says, a better gander at dead man trunk.]
I'm looking for defensive wounds. Obviously, he got attacked from the front, so he must've seen who did it.
[When the torso reveals nothing in particular, Junpei makes a little 'hmm' to himself and rolls up the shirtsleeves. Nothing striking there, either.]
Geez. It doesn't look like he fought back at all.
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Yeah, it's no fun if they ain't got a pulse, right? Even I gotta draw a line somewhere.
[ Incredible as it even sounds. Nishitani likes people who can punch him, tbqh. ]
Might've been a buddy of theirs, if they didn't fight back. Must not've believed it till-- [ He clicks his tongue with a pop. ] Pop, an' he's out light a like.
[ Nishitani takes a step back like he's judging our poor, pathetic and now partially-naked corpse. He shakes his head. ]
What a shit way to kill a guy. Where's the fun in that?
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Fun?
[He doesn't say it judgmentally. Or, well, not super-judgmentally. After all, he's the one who's been cracking jokes over a murder investigation, it's not like his high horse has much of a leg to stand on if they're looking for high moral ground, here.
It's just generally a good idea to know what someone who jokes back considers a 'fun' way to kill.]
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Sure! Ain't any fun to just take down weak shits. Killing's supposed to be a big fucking deal, ya can't just go offing old ladies or homeless guys to get yer jollies on.
[ Because make no mistake... he gets his jollies off of it. Explicitly. ]
Fightin's the whole point. If yer gonna get caught for murder, it oughta be a good one, yeah? None of this weak-ass behind-the-back bullshit.
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[Junpei brings his eyes back to the corpse, though his moment of thoughtful silence might not have anything to do with this case.]
Not every killer thinks like that. Plenty are just desperate. [And situations like this breed killings like that, Junpei knows. And...] But some like the thrill of a powerless victim. That really gets their rocks off.
[After another pause, he waves vaguely at their victim.]
On that note, given the location and the way our vic's dressed? We might be looking at date night gone seriously wrong. Obviously, we can't be sure what with our limited wardrobes, but he did go to the effort of gelling his hair.
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's dumb as fuck if you ask me. Killing someone who's down is about as excitin' as getting yer shoes polished. Waste of damn time.
[ He shrugs. 'Why polish your shoes when you can just buy new ones?' is basically what he's saying. But yeah, they've got a dead body to investigate if they wanna catch the loser who did the deed. And maybe Nishitani doesn't want to clap them on the back for a job well done anymore, but he still wants to find the bastard. ]
So ya think he came down here hopin' to get laid? [ Nishitani whistles low. ] Now that's a real fuckin' shame, goin' out without so much as a boob grab.
[ Truly, his heart aches for our victim. ]
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Yup. Cologne.
[After putting the arm back back down where he found it, Junpei puts his hands together and bows his head.]
A moment of silence for our fellow man, who died in that most noble pursuit of hitting hot ass. Requiescat in pace, you fantastically stupid horndog.
[After said moment, he gets back to work.]
...You sure it's breasts he was after?
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Ya got a point there. He coulda been after some dick, too. [ He shrugs. Why let something as silly as sex or gender get in the way of your quest to get laid? ] Dick's as good as tits if ya get the right deal.
[ Sometimes I wish he wasn't like this...... ]
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So we don't rule anyone out on the basis of sex. Still, it would've taken some strength to knock a guy out like this even without the whole failed vampire attack. Had to have been quick if he didn't fight back.
[It may be the corpse has told them everything it can. Junpei rubs his chin and looks around to see if anything else might have a story to tell them.]
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Vampires're crazy fucking monsters, right? Musta sucked losin' their fancy powers when they got hooked up to our fun little death watches.
[ He means their PIPs, obviously, but at least they don't have to worry about a superpowered murderer among them. Nishitani might be a tough customer but he's a normal dude when it comes down to it. ]
Maybe we oughta try and see if their hot date can clue us in on who we gotta chuck out the airlock. [ Nishitani, too, looks around. Perhaps there might be an empty bottle or glass lying around? Or well, it's a casino, there's plenty that could be out of place. ]
Whatsit called... we could try retracin' our steps. Or our poor stiff's steps, anyhow, since we ain't sure what our cannibal murderer was thinkin'.
[ At least their victim was a simple man with simple needs. Probably. ]