"Get in there nutso!"
Isshin proclaimed as he pushed a stone skinned woman into a padded cell, shackled heavily with a straight jacket on. She tumbled into the room and rolled, springing to her feet at the end of the roll and spinning around lunging at him with her mouth, snapping only to have a hard door slammed in her face. Why they padded the whole room except the door was a mystery, but one he would contemplate later over some sort of recreational drug, alcohol included in that list.
"You where pretty easy to catch you know, if this was some kind of story this would be the point where we flash b..."
"You're needed at this address, a cold case just got a new lead." a voice came over his headset, followed by an address. It was no time before he was there, in the highest wealth area in all of sand, looking over a dead body. The face was horribly mutilated, the first one of this MO in over 2 years. It appeared as though the person known as Miya was back, but why? He glanced the person up and down and could only make out that the face was the main target, and she looked to be well off. The MO was obvious, and after getting her file from the ninja on scene when he arrived, he saw that she had been seen with quite the disfigurement of her own, perhaps a blood line he'd heard of before that made ones body tough. Something he'd wish'd would have manifested on him in his youth. She felt terrible about her looks, and felt everyone around her needed to suffer the same, inferiority complex to the extreme. So, the investigation had begun and he set out to a few locations, canvasing the area until he got a real easy lead. Someone had seen her running back toward the gates, perhaps an attempt to flee. Perhaps a target there she was looking for, either way he booked it to the gate where he managed to intercept her, and man was she the looker. The bingo book needed to be updated, because she was full on broken at that time. It was as if she only had a mirror to her name and couldn't stop looking at it, which drove her mad and brought her back to a populace to get out that frustration on any beautiful face she could find.
"Stop, in the name of the law!" he said to her in a deep, judge dredd voice. She rushed him, a sharp rock in hand that she had fashioned into some sort of primitive blade. He stepped forward into it, it sticking through his right shoulder. He grabbed her by the head and gave her a swift headbutt. Her head reeled back, but his bounced back also, making him yell and stumble. Her skull was thick, and he was dizzy. She recovered faster, pulling the knife out of his shoulder and slashing wildly at him. He brought his arms up to defend, gashes being taken from his skin. A swift kick to her abdomen created distance between the two, where he reached into his belt and pulled out his Jashin bible, the pages literally flying out of the book and sticking to him. As she reclosed the distance, wild and unkempt, he side stepped and gave her a right cross across the chin, a piece of earth shooting out of the ground at the same time coming up to hit her in the stomach causing her to fold over. He then engaged an arm lock, and slapped cuffs on her. She was tougher than him, the difference between hitting a boulder and punching a puddle of water. Neither really get hurt, but they react in different ways. Once she was subdued, he was forced to reinforce his bindings with chains from carts around him that sat at the gate waiting for customs or where there to sell to comers and goers of the village. Once binded, he shuffled her off to the asylum as the prison wasn't an appropriate place for her. The bible also didn't see her as a worthy sacrifice, so she was safe from its wrath.
"...ack. Did anyone else just feel a tingle? No? Alright...see you crazy lady, please don't escape!" he waved through the bars on her door window and walked away.
Isshin proclaimed as he pushed a stone skinned woman into a padded cell, shackled heavily with a straight jacket on. She tumbled into the room and rolled, springing to her feet at the end of the roll and spinning around lunging at him with her mouth, snapping only to have a hard door slammed in her face. Why they padded the whole room except the door was a mystery, but one he would contemplate later over some sort of recreational drug, alcohol included in that list.
"You where pretty easy to catch you know, if this was some kind of story this would be the point where we flash b..."
2 Hours Ago
"You're needed at this address, a cold case just got a new lead." a voice came over his headset, followed by an address. It was no time before he was there, in the highest wealth area in all of sand, looking over a dead body. The face was horribly mutilated, the first one of this MO in over 2 years. It appeared as though the person known as Miya was back, but why? He glanced the person up and down and could only make out that the face was the main target, and she looked to be well off. The MO was obvious, and after getting her file from the ninja on scene when he arrived, he saw that she had been seen with quite the disfigurement of her own, perhaps a blood line he'd heard of before that made ones body tough. Something he'd wish'd would have manifested on him in his youth. She felt terrible about her looks, and felt everyone around her needed to suffer the same, inferiority complex to the extreme. So, the investigation had begun and he set out to a few locations, canvasing the area until he got a real easy lead. Someone had seen her running back toward the gates, perhaps an attempt to flee. Perhaps a target there she was looking for, either way he booked it to the gate where he managed to intercept her, and man was she the looker. The bingo book needed to be updated, because she was full on broken at that time. It was as if she only had a mirror to her name and couldn't stop looking at it, which drove her mad and brought her back to a populace to get out that frustration on any beautiful face she could find.
"Stop, in the name of the law!" he said to her in a deep, judge dredd voice. She rushed him, a sharp rock in hand that she had fashioned into some sort of primitive blade. He stepped forward into it, it sticking through his right shoulder. He grabbed her by the head and gave her a swift headbutt. Her head reeled back, but his bounced back also, making him yell and stumble. Her skull was thick, and he was dizzy. She recovered faster, pulling the knife out of his shoulder and slashing wildly at him. He brought his arms up to defend, gashes being taken from his skin. A swift kick to her abdomen created distance between the two, where he reached into his belt and pulled out his Jashin bible, the pages literally flying out of the book and sticking to him. As she reclosed the distance, wild and unkempt, he side stepped and gave her a right cross across the chin, a piece of earth shooting out of the ground at the same time coming up to hit her in the stomach causing her to fold over. He then engaged an arm lock, and slapped cuffs on her. She was tougher than him, the difference between hitting a boulder and punching a puddle of water. Neither really get hurt, but they react in different ways. Once she was subdued, he was forced to reinforce his bindings with chains from carts around him that sat at the gate waiting for customs or where there to sell to comers and goers of the village. Once binded, he shuffled her off to the asylum as the prison wasn't an appropriate place for her. The bible also didn't see her as a worthy sacrifice, so she was safe from its wrath.
Present
"...ack. Did anyone else just feel a tingle? No? Alright...see you crazy lady, please don't escape!" he waved through the bars on her door window and walked away.