Seventh.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out bright and early Friday morning – granted, given the lack of windows in this place, it probably just feels early. Once again, things are quiet on the lower floors – the first-floor hallway isn't covered in blood, there aren't any bodies lying around, and things seem fairly normal to those just leaving their dorms. Of course, that doesn't mean that nothing is wrong; seven weeks in this place have probably taught everyone at least that much. Overall, though, things seem pretty sane until you get to the higher floors – where there are traces of blood on the fifth, in the general direction of the locker room between the saunas. >Explore?

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SAUNA

[trustharder]

[isafraid]

[First of all, holy shit.

Second of all, how's this purple haze looking right now? Let's focus on that a bit instead of the horribly mutilated body of someone he'd come to think of as a friend and.

god.]

[trustharder]

[There appear to be small bits of...something crackling on the floor here and there; the sounds aren't consistent, they're intermittent, and once in a while they release small puffs of purple here and there when they pop. That's probably why there's still a bit of it lingering; it's more a snapping sound than a straight-up burst, but that's certainly a thing still going on in here.]

[isafraid]

[That's... ominous, but definitely an attention grabber. Speedwagon takes a moment to gather himself, he's sweating, his hands are shaking a bit. And that smell in the air isn't helping matters at all... but here's something to focus on.

He'll try to gather some of the bits onto his hand, if at all possible.]

[trustharder]

[...Buddy, whatever this is kind of exploded Shirazu and is still actively crackling. Do you really want to pick this up, final answer, because I will allow it but it probably won't be nice.]

[isafraid]

[.....you know what, that is probably not a good idea, seeing as how the cracking stuff is currently around Shriazu's exploded corpse. And Speedwagon doesn't quite feel like being sent to the infirmary right now.

Still, we can... try to get a good look at it. Really memorize it. From a safe distance.]

[trustharder]

[Good choice, Speedwagon.]

[isafraid]

[Whatever it is, it's out of his league of understanding right now. He knows about some nasty things that could kill you, but this took the cake.

Still, it seems to just be going away on it's own, so, let's have a look around the area again? Feels like he's done this before.]

[trustharder]

[Well, there's some general blast damage that seems to have impacted the room as a whole - the sort of vague singemarks and lingering smoke that imply that yes there was in fact a bomb that went off in here.

Otherwise, in terms of actual objects, there's something over against the wall - I promise it's not a bigass bottle of bleach again sorry about that one, it just sure is small and dark and lying there.]

[isafraid]

[we had our best investigation team on the case that day, don't ever be sorry

The most Speedwagon could allege to this scene was someone set off a good amount of TNT... inside Shriazu. Good lord.

He's going to notice the... something over by the wall eventually. He'll walk over to it, hoping for a... hopefully less volatile investigation.]

[trustharder]

[It looks like it's made of wood, actually.

Saunas tend to work by way of pouring water over something hot to produce the steam; this looks like one of the wooden ladles used to do that. Or, well, it was - it's broken and incredibly charred.]

Re: SAUNA

[sleepingkogoro]

[Well this may be the worst thing ever for Mouri. He leaves the room immediately, pale, and stays outside for a moment, gasping for breath. What the hell was this overkill.

Shirazu wasn't someone Mouri knew very well. Shirazu had been pretty...reserved, so to say, during the last couple weeks, and this wasn't the way Mouri would have liked to see him again.

After making sure he wasn't going to faint, Mouri returned inside. It seemed a bomb had exploded on...or inside Shirazu, but it wouldn't hurt to check: is there anything in the sauna that could be the origin of the haze?]

[trustharder]

[Actually, yes. Though depending on your chemistry, it's a bit questionable how useful it is.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Huh. That is...actually pretty telling. Those spurts of purple haze demonstrate this is what created the haze. Now the thing is if this is what killed Shirazu.

How is Mouri expected to know that? He knows nothing about chemistry, and in the force he was in the arson department, not the bomb squad.

Like hell Mouri is going to approach the body. Sorry, Bruce, that is up to you. So the detective will now look for anything Shirazu or the culprit may have droped around]

[trustharder]

[It looks like there are a few things on the floor, actually, among all the chemical...crap that Speedwagon is trying to pick up with all the common sense a man from the 1800s is going to possess. Dear lord.

Other than that, though, there are notably pieces of glass that have been shattered, lying scattered on the floor.]

[amygdalae]

[--well, let's start.

Bruce takes a moment to get out some bandages he has on himself to act as a makeshift... something to help him breathe better, at any rate. Once that's settled it's time to start examining... what's left of Shizaru, at any rate.

First, the elephant in the room - or well where the centralized damage is. Bruce is going to examine that thoroughly for... well, whatever that needs to be checked in the case of somebody who looks like they were right next to a bomb of some sort. Not the first time he's seen damage like this (what you get for throwing yourself to help people in a literal war zone), but it certainly isn't easy.]

[trustharder]

[...Yeah, it's very definitely a bomb that went off here.

Most of the damage seems to be what you would expect from someone in the immediate blast radius of a bomb; his abdominal cavity seems to have taken the brunt of the hit, and as such there are parts of Shirazu that are supposed to be there and now are, in fact, kind of everywhere. (I'm so sorry.)

Interestingly enough, though, it looks like there might be something almost like shrapnel wounds along with all the charring and the...everything.]

[amygdalae]

[IT'S OKAY BRUCE IS COMPLETELY USED TO IT even if he will be the first to admit how gross it is. It is very gross and he's sorry everyone else needs to see this. At least he's the only one who has to deal with it.

After waving off some more smoke, Bruce does notice the shrapnel wounds... and why does he not have gloves. He needs gloves for this shit.

A moment's worth of internal debating later, Bruce is taking out more bandages to just... use them instead to protect his fingers as he reaches out and... sees if there's any actual shrapnel that he can retrieve from this mess.]

[trustharder]

[There is some! It's glass shards, actually.]

[amygdalae]

[Welp.

Time to see if he can examine them closer.

Are the shards too small to be taken out? Or is he able to somehow manage to get them out using fingers wrapped in bandages to protect said fingers (for the most part, anyway).]

[trustharder]

[Most of them are really small, but you can probably retrieve one, sure.

...Being a coroner is fun, isn't it.]

[amygdalae]

[He was not trained for this isn't everyone glad being the Hulk means he probably eked out in some very unsavory places at some points. It certainly helped prepare him for this, at any rate.

ANYWAY several really rather gross minutes later that we will not describe in words, Bruce will manage to take out a shard. And then try to wipe off the blood and... stuff on it to see if he can see any kind of something from it. Shatter pattern? Any traces of what could have been this thing in the past??]

[trustharder]

[It looks pretty generic. Slightly curved, though - so the entire extradition process was probably a bit more repulsive than it really needed to be, aren't we glad that we're not using words to describe this today - but there aren't any marks or anything on it.

Curvature implies that it may have been a container of some sort at one point, though.]

[amygdalae]

[Container, huh? Very... fun.

He's going to wrap this in a couple more bandages to keep it for later. Into a front pocket of the jumpsuit it goes.

NOW TIME TO MOVE ON--waving off more purple smoke Bruce will try to check the rest of Shizaru's... uh, remains to see if there's any sort of injuries or anything that might be sticking out as odd... besides the fact that he exploded.]

[trustharder]

[Where are we starting?]