Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11084328-20150622205135/@comment-11084328-20150627001524

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What's this smoke thing you guys are talking about?

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Omega X

''I'd arrived to what seemed to be a crime scene. I recognized one of the police officers. Stanley Leeton. He works at the homicide desk. Came to give my class a lecture when I was in 2nd Grade. Was this a murder scene?''

"Everyone back off! I repeat, EVERYONE back off!" Stanley said.

''I leapt down and entered the perimeter marked by the line. I casually saw Rin, Serena and Vaur. I then got close to the body. But there was something off...''

"What happened here? How did he die? And most important, who is he?" I said.

"He's Jackson Kirby, 48 years old, head of security of the Flaming City Bank." ''Stanley replied. ''"Surprisingly enough, we don't know how he died." He added.

"What do you mean? There must be something. If there aren't any bruises or cuts or gun wounds, maybe he was intoxicated?" I suggested.

"I thought so at first, but the guys over at Forensics found nothing." Stanley added.

"Perhaps a heart attack?" I suggested.

"Like I said, nothing." ''He said. ''"You ask me, this is all pretty paranormal in my opinion." He added.

"Of course! Paranormal!" ''I said, as an idea came to mind. ''"Ninja Aura Vision!" ''I said, as I activated a skill I learnt last year. I could then see the auras of everyone around, including the dead people's. I saw an anomaly in the victim's aura.''

"Well? See something?" He asked.

"...Yeah." ''I added. ''"Have you heard of the Death Notes, Mr. Leeton?" I asked.

"No, what's that?" He asked.

"Many years ago, several mystical items were mysteriously created. These items, to be used as notebooks or scrolls, could kill any person by just writing their name on them. There were only three of these items at first, but only one remains now. Over the years, many people experienced the power of the Death Notes. Some used them to enforce the law, while others used them for their personal gains. But there's a rare occasion, once every 200 years, in which someone whose only passion is killing encounters the Death Note." I explained.

"Let's hope that occasion didn't happen in this time!" Stanley added. "Don't worry Ninja, we can handle this. You go do... whatever you do." He then told me.

I used my Ninja Scarf to swing towards a nearby rooftop, and then used the Ninja Sprint to get home.