Doll House [Mission]

In the big moment of your life's conclusion,
please allow my humble self to lend you a hand.

It was quite thick, the stench of death in this room. As men succumbed to their wounds their bodies seemed to have soon begun decaying as they gave way to the acid and or poison erosion. While most sane shinobi and kunoichi would despise the scent of death the mortician quite well welcomed it. It was a daily come by for him at his shop just down the street and he had become quite used to its rather foul odor, however something was off this time. Something was different about this smell. It was more putrid and nauseating, almost as though what ever was causing the flesh to rot was releasing some sort of fume.

Folding his arms across his chest the always immanent smile on his face faded away as he fell deep into thought about the mere scent. What could cause such a foul odor that he was not yet well used to? "I've been called in to assist you, however, something bothers me. Why does it already smell this foul in here? Certainly the vomit alone couldn't be causing it?" He scrunched his nose a bit, he didn't take well to this distinct foul odor. Stepping out away from the curtains the separated the area where the Head Medic was from the next cot, Nazo looked across the divider to the patient resting in that bed.

Or at least he was trying to.

The first thing the mortician noticed about him was that his wounds did not seem to actually bleed, or rather they hissed and bubbled. Furrowing his brow he took a few steps closer to the young man to investigate his wounds better. This certainly was odd. Never before had he seen a poison that could cause the wound to hiss and bubble in such a fashion as his was, and this patient was not alone, as it seemed many of the other patients, if not all of them, suffered from the same ailment. It couldn't be that they weren't bleeding because whatever this substance was was quite literally consuming their blood... could it?

As preposterous as it sounded in his own mind, he could not scratch the possibility off his list. "Nagase-chan, may I see the corpses?" If he was right about this theory, than those corpses, the people that had already died from the effects of whatever was affecting them, would likely have his answer.

In the big moment of your life's conclusion,
please allow my humble self to lend you a hand.

He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for all of these people. Each and every one of them seemed to be in so much agony, and while that was understandable since many of their wounds were rather critical, they seemed to be in a lot more pain than they perhaps should be. Not only that but many of them were still conscious. That should have been impossible, seeing as when most people get a critical life threatening wound they soon pass out.

As he continued to examine the wound of the man sitting on the cot he couldn't help but notice two marks on his leg just barely large enough to be noticeable. It looked as though something stabbed him in two places right next to each other, or better yet, perhaps something bit him. Interesting.

Eri soon complied to his request and led the mortician out of the most putrid and stuffy room towards a brightly lit corridor. On their way across the room, Nazo had to mind himself to not get lost in thought unless he wanted to run right into medics left and right that were rushing about trying to stabilize their patients. Once in the corridor Nazo noticed several distinct changes, one in particular being the smell. Out here it was much more fresh and clean, while in there is smelled only of putrid death. "Peculiar," he noted to himself as they started down the corridor and soon followed by several steps to the hospital's morgue. "You could say something like that. I have a theory, but first I need to see the corpses. Afterwards I may or may not be able to continue from there."

Several moments would then pass before the two of them would finally reach the morgue. However unlike with the room the patients were in, Nazo could smell an even worse odor coming from down the corridor this time. Placing a hand on Eri's shoulder as they were half way down the hall to the morgue he would try to stop her, "It might be best..." he paused, the smell was already sdo grotesque it was beginning to overwhelm him. "If I proceed alone, I'm used to quite foul odors." With that he moved to pass her, "I'll report anything I find to you, however I don't wish you to become ill by," He waved his hand through the air, "this."

He walked the rest of the way down the hall being careful to take short breaths rather than the long ones he was used to. However, when he opened the door to the morgue he was hit with such an awful change in smell that became so much worse than before that he was nearly floored. Becoming wobbly on his feet he reached for the nearest wall to steady himself. Afterwards he took a few moments to adjust himself before willing his body to move forward. Once inside the morgue he looked around for the records of today's cadaver count alone. Using those records he located the freshest of the corpses and moved to go examine it, however when he opened the compartment where they had been storing the body what he found was so putrid, so foul, that the man was taken aback several steps and actually floored with a loud clatter as he toppled over the examiner's table he tried to catch himself on, knocking over any miscellaneous tools that may have been resting on it.

"H-how is this possible? Gufu, how? This is impossible to investigate. Khehe," Quite visible rattled by his findings, he reached across his chest with one arm grasping the bicep of the other arm, however, when he felt something slimy come in contact with his clothing he pulled away his hand and looked down. It was then he noticed the black ooze all over his left hand and right sleeve. It was the same black ooze that had begun to ooze out of the compartment where the corpse had been. "This.... is a problem."

In the big moment of your life's conclusion,
please allow my humble self to lend you a hand.

A few long dreary minutes would pass as Nazo collected himself and resituated everything in the room that he had happened to have knocked over. After he had done that he cleaned himself off, nearly gagging as he did so because the smell seemed even more putrid and thick when water was introduced into the room. Once he had cleaned himself he quickly turned off the water and then proceeded across the room to where the ooze that was once a young man was continuing to drip out of a wall container and onto the floor.

Squish.

At that moment Nazo got an idea. Attaining a small container about three inches wide in diameter and two inches tall he would collect a specimen of the cadaver ooze and quickly seal it off. After that he cleaned up the mess the rest of the cadaver had made, collecting it into a much larger container and returning it to the wall slot. "Interesting, I have never once before seen a poison that has been able to turn a cadaver into nothing but mush in a mere couple of hours." As he said that he noticed a few bones floating in the ooze but nothing too major, "Khehe, well most of it anyway."

Once the mess was cleaned up, Nazo took his specimen and left the morgue, more than happy to be free of that absolutely putrid air. It took the mortician no time at all to ascend the stairs to the next level and then begin searching for the Head Medic, whom he would find sitting in her office moments later. "Ah Nagase-chan. I think I have discovered something. Khehe..." He paused a moment as his laughter subsided, "Well... disturbing." He produced the jar of ooze from his side pocket and showed it to her. With the jar completely sealed off no foul odor emnated from it, however it was quite clear in the pocket of air between the ooze and the lid there was some barely visible purple gas filling the space. "Odd, I was quite certain I filled it nearly to the brim."

In the big moment of your life's conclusion,
please allow my humble self to lend you a hand.

Under any normal circumstances Nazo would have broken down laughing at this point. What was this stuff? This was the cadaver, or rather what was left of it, and guessing by the rate of decomposition Nazo would be safe to assume all of the other's are much worse off than it. "This my dear Eri, is a part of the most recent cadaver." He sat the jar on her desk before folding his arms across his chest within the large sleeves of his overcoat. "It seems that whatever this poison is is causing an accelerated decomposition of the bodies, or rather, it's melting them." He cocked his head to the side a bit, his grin that had faded for several long moments now returning to his features.

"I honestly have no clue as to what is causing this effect, but judging by the gas that has formed in that jar, it would be safe to guess that the oldest cadaver you we have in the morgue, might have just been that foul stench we were smelling." He paused thinking about just what this meant for the patients down on the hospital beds, "I have a feeling that we may not be able to save any of them. Furthermore, they're likely decaying from the inside out judging by this." He gestured with his head towards the jar. "Given a bit of time I might be able to come up with an antidote, but in order to do that I would first need time, which we don't have, and pure extract of the poison." He tapped the jar, "This here simply will not do, and unfortunately it seems we may have to 'torture' one of our patients in order to get the poison extract I would need."

However there was still that other problem bothering him. Did all of the patients have those same strange marks on their legs? After falling silent for several long moments he spoke up again, "By the way, Nagase-chan. I noticed some odd marks that looked as though bite marks on a young man's leg. Do all of the patients have those same marks?"

In the big moment of your life's conclusion,
please allow my humble self to lend you a hand.

The mortician folded his arms across his chest as he was evidently deep in thought despite the never vanishing smile plastered across his face. This was certainly a mystery for the record books. To think that flesh could actually be turned into a liquid and then gaseous state. It was amusing to witness, and certainly a puzzle to solve in order to prevent future cases. Not only that but similar puncture wounds had been appearing on most if not all of the victims. That highly suggested that there was some sort of animal involved in this mess, whether it was tamed or wild, now that was the question. Although Nazo could not think of a single wild animal that was capable of producing such a venom as to reduce the flesh to mush. That is unless it was some species of serpent they had yet to meet.

"Well then I will have to begin the procedure post haste. First we need to find the newest patient, that one will likely not have the poison as mixed into their flesh and blood as all of the other's." He recollected the jar, returning it to some hidden pocket within his clothing. At that point he turned on the ball of his right foot and began to head out of the room. "Nagase-chan I might require your assistance for this." At that very point Nazo would leave the room, with or without Eri in tow. He then headed down the corridor towards the large room where the patients were being kept and once there searched for a medic that would likely have the information he needed. It took the mortician only moments to find the medic he needed and to acquire the information he had been searching for. At that point he would get two other medics out of that many gathered to help him in transporting the most recent patient to a room where he could begin the procedure without too much issue at all.

While the two medic's transferred the young lady to another room, the mortician went to prepare a special liquid to help him with the procedure he was about to perform. It was a liquid that was meant purely for the purpose of attracting and extracting anomalies from the bloodstream. Once he had prepared three batches of the liquid he would tie his lengthy tresses back into a high pony tail and even went as far his to pin his silvery bangs to the side of his head as to allow the man to see well, or at least a bit better than what he could have before with his failing eye sight.

Once Nazo entered the separate room, he took note that the two medics present had already took precautions and prepared everything that they might need as well a restrained the patient in case her body convulsed from the procedure. Wheeling the cart with the liquid up next to the table the young lady rested on the mortician would position himself next to her, "I apologize miss, but this procedure may be rather painful, however may also increase your chances of surviving this outbreak." She looked to him with pained eyes, and while already gasping a bit for breath from the effects of her wounds and the poison she simply nodded her head. She knew well from what the other two medics had told her, what the mortician was about to do, and she knew that if she could go back home to her little girl, then she would do anything.

Taking a moment for a deep breath, the mortician activated a hand seal which would coat his hands in a glimmering green chakra. "Very well then miss, I'll begin the procedure." Reaching his hand outward he dipped it into the green liquid and when he pulled his hand back out, pulled the liquid out of the pan which in the form of a gelatinous bubble jiggled around a bit as he moved his hand over to the large gash on the woman's leg. Pressing his hand down towards the gash, the liquid would seep into the woman's body which then caused her to scream out in pain. Reaching over another wound located on her shoulder with his other hand, her carefully and delicately pulled the liquid back out of her body. This action caused the woman's body to begin convulsing as he pulled some sort of inky white liquid out of the woman's bloodstream. Reaching over to the now empty pan he would drop the liquid carefully back inside before calling out for the next pan and repeating the process slowly and meticulously.

It would be a shame to admit it, but, secretly the man did thoroughly enjoy hearing the woman scream. The sensation he felt as he performed to procedure could have been compared to how a torturer might feel if he was, in a sense, married to his job.