Posted Sep 14 2012 - 03:49 PM
IC:The doctor took a double-take at Ravage, whose calling the dea Matoran a 'stiff' had obviously rubbed the Matoran the wrong way. "We do not know what happens to the souls of the departed once they have left this realm of existence, but if they can somehow see what is going here, I dare say they would not appreciate being named after the rigor mortis that has taken hold of their corporeal forms. Imagine if we did the same with the living...I am sure you would gather numerous unflattering names for yourself if that were the case."Rewera, while the doctor spoke, had placed the Matoran upon the surgical table between them, removing the cloth they had wrapped him in. "Doctor." she said, rather sternly, bringing his attention back to the matter at hand. The Matoran raised his eyebrows, drawing in a shapr breath. The sight was hard to stomach, even for him. His professionalism took over quickly though and with it the curiosity every new case brought with it. He leaned forward and closely letting his eyes wander across the broken form in front of him. He continued in this fashinon for several minutes, uttering soft 'hmm's' and 'ah's' when something revealed itself to him. The two Toa waited patiently while the doctor went about his work. After the visual inspection he began to pull out his knives and other tools, putting on a pair of gloves. "This ought to be interesting." he mumbled, as he made the first inciscion.--------------------Eventually, the coroner was finished with his autopsy, looking up at the Toa. "Well," he started, as he pulled the gloves off of his hands, disposing of them in a trashcan, "I am at a loss here. I have seen my fair share of death, but this has to be among the most gruesome ways to go that I know about. The wounds are several days old, but surprisingly fresh. Since he is a Ko-Matoran and I found traces of frostbite in his fingers, I take it you found him frozen almost or completely solid, yes?"Rewera nodded. The doctor furrowed his eyebrows. "The injuries are appearing to be consistent with those made by Matoran knives, the same edges along the cuts, commonly the result of such slashes, but...""What is it?" the female Toa asked. The doctor pointed at the crossed out symbol of the three virtues carved into the flesh of the Matoran. "I have heard of this before. A report from Onu-Koro. The great mine was partially flooded. When they finally got to the bodies of those that died in that accident they found a Matoran murdered in similar fashion." Rewera noticed something in the doctors eyes. There was obviously something else. "And...?" she prompted him. The doctor took a deep breath, once more leaning closely over the dead body. "This was made with a single cut for each part of the symbol...to even think that one of our kind would have done this is horrible as it is...but I digress. The thing is, these are deep slashes. The Matoran who did this must have been very strong.""Or not a Matoran..." Ravage cut in."I do not wish to think that there is a creature, whatever species it may be, out there, that is not merely content with murder, but finds pleasure in...this." the doctor said, the doubt of the Toa's suggestion clearly audible in his voice."You may have to get used to the knowledge that such beings exist, even here."Rewera took a small bow. "Thank you doctor. You have been of great service to us. Please, forward your report to the other villages, my friend and I will get to the bottom of this."They bid the coroner farewell and left the submerged room again, stepping through the door back into the busy corridors of the hospital. They made their way past several Matoran, nurses and patients, until the stepped out of the front door.But they had barely walked ten steps when their path was suddenly blocked by a whole squad of Marines. Rewera was about to say something, when the sergeant of the squad barked an order. The next moment the two Toa found their arms seized and pulled forward. Rewera's instincts told her to get rid of the small figures, but she forced herself to remain calm. Resistance was no use, besides, the Marines sudden change of behaviour was too sudden to not have a specific reason. If they played along, they might find out what that reason was.Four Matoran each were busy checking Ravage's and her arms, twisting them around, almost to an uncomfortable level, until they were satisfied. When their grip loosend, Rewera yanked her hands free."They're not mark-bearers." one of the Marines stated. The sergeant nodded, then signaled for the Marines to move out again. "What is this about, Matoran?" she demanded, coldly. "Hunting criminal mark-bearing Toa. None of your business now. Stay out of it." the sergeant replied shortly. His tone was enough to let her know he would answer no more questions. As the Matoran left, she turned to Ravage. "Do you know what he was talking about?"