Into Madness [E]

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He did not know this place, this country, this great drenched mass of land being beaten down by the sky. He had no maps, no guides; not even a kind word steered him along his path. He carried every item, weapon, accessory, and bit of gear that he possessed but it mattered little - nothing dangerous had happened for some time.

He landed in reaction to the constant downpour. His wings briskly shook themselves free of wetness, then retreated into his back, beneath the opening of his clothes. The crossed blades at his back were put into their proper place as he sniffed, and moved towards the highest concentration of smells. Towards light and life. Towards a congested metal tangle pretending to be a city.

It was a Capitol of some sorts, though the people seemed oddly anxious, paranoid even. Though he could vaguely remember one of many missives detailing specific problems amongst populations 'going mad', he still wasnt quite sure where he was, and would begin the process of narrowing things down.

He walked up to strangers, to children, to shop-keepers and bookbinders and those selling food or trinkets.

"What city is this?"

He would ask, only to be ignored. They looked at him as if here were insane for asking and shook their heads, mumbling pitiable phrases of self assurance. "Poor mad bastard. Doesn't even know where he's at." He was not allowed to explain that he was a traveler, or that he was a Dragon and had thus flown here from a direction he wasn't entirely sure of, or that he did not have enough ryo to purchase a map; they shooed him away or turned from his gaze completely. They did not react to the tiny horns on each side of his head, nor did they notice that he towered above literally everyone else present.  Eventually, his wandering would lead him to a roadblock, and what appeared to be uniformed guards.   He would listen to nearby snatches of conversation and attempt to get his bearing.

What is going on here?

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TIME: 8:30 AM
LOCATION: Outside Yokoburi Gates [Near Salt District]

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The young wanderer, despite his winged nature, decided it best to obey the rules of this land, and humor the officers of the law operating the roadblock. They were searching people and asking questions - attempting to establish some sort of order over the place. From the snatches of conversation that the ninja would overhear, it would become apparent that this roadblock was not a normal event in this part of the world. No, this city, still strange to him, was undergoing a crisis of sorts, and there was an increased police presence to offset the increase in disturbances.

As the Dragon Gotama approached the front of the line- slot two in the queue- he would notice a badge on the navy uniform of the officer performing the inspection. "Yokuburi Investigation and Security Service" the badge read. And such was the city that he was in. One small mystery solved, yes, but a thousand more had been raised. A cloaked figure, wearing a black cloak over a tight-fitting set of black clothes, stood in front of Go, carrying a large backpack.

There were two officers handling people heading into the city. One was a burly young man, whose complexion and accent might suggest he hailed from Cha no Kuni, and the other was a wry-looking and slender fellow, who looked to be a local and carried a crossbow on his hip. The burly man freed up first, and took the cloaked traveler, leaving the Genin to wait a moment until the slender man could get to him.

If the Hyuuga listened in to the conversation between the cloaked traveler and the cop- which he most likely would, having little else to do- he would overhear the following part of the conversation.

"You don't understand, officer. Professor Angell needs these supplies. Badly. He asked me to come in because I'm a curse breaker. He thinks I could really hell - that I could help him explain the Madness. I need those ritual supplies."

"I think I understand quite well, mister. You're a hotshot ritualist looking to exploit this situation to further your own arcane goals. I'm going to have to confiscate all those materials. If the professor wants your help, he can get you what you need. But we're going to be watching you."

Around that time, the slender man would finish up clearing the woman in front of them, and would gesture for Kirinin to come forward. If he complied, the officer of the law would ask a series of questions. "What's your name? What's your business in the city? Do you have any affiliations? Do you have any weaponry, chakra items, alchemical items, divine artifacts or ritual equipment you are bringing into the city?"

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Yokuburi. Having seen a badge gave him a sense of direction. He knew enough of the Ancient History of the world to remember tales of the colonization of Thegg-Hathet, a village of water elementals whose inhabitants were driven out of the land of Rain by human settlers. It was the true and unfortunate meaning behind Thegg-Hathet's new name, "Driving Rain".

[/b][/u]₁ - that I could help him explain the Madness. I need those ritual supplies."[/i]

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Many things pricked his ear, the least of which what seemed like casual slips of the tongue, the most of which hinted at some deeper problem occurring in the area. Gotama's observant natural aptitude also alerting him to the possible acquisition of more items - he was in abysmally poor personal supply.

Upon eventually reaching the front of a line of other apparent strangers to Driving Rain, he spotted a crossbow, noted old Cha No Kuni slang from a burly man whose eye he met easily, casually. He was asked;

"What's your name? What's your business in the city? Do you have any affiliations? Do you have any weaponry, chakra items, alchemical items, divine artifacts or ritual equipment you are bringing into the city?"


"I am Go. My business is this situation. I am a situation-handler. I am bringing many things."

He answered honestly.


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TIME: 8:45 AM
LOCATION: Outside Yokoburi Gates [Near Salt District]

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It was a slow exchange. Between waiting in line, and talking to the officer, a whole fifteen minutes had elapsed already. This roadblock really seemed to be slowing down business in the city.

The slender cop did not seem particularly amused by the honest albeit nebulous answer. He glanced over at a coworker before retrieving a notebook to note down exactly what he had been told, as little as it was. He shook his head gently as he began to speak again.

"Look, Go. If you're here for the reward the daimyo offered to whoever could take care of the madness, you don't have to be so mysterious about it. You're not from around here, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. If you're here to investigate, I can't blame you for that." The officer seemed a little upset, but also looked far too tired. Perhaps he'd been working extended hours, or perhaps it had just been a long night. A few feet away, the 'curse breaker' was let loose, sans backpack full of ritual supplies. The burly man carried it over to the physical blockade and placed it down.

"I want to believe you're a good fellow, but if you don't tell me exactly what it is you're carrying, I'm going to have to have to take a closer look at you before we can let you into the city. It's a security concern. You have to understand that," The officer spoke slowly, the bags under his eyes apparent in the soft light of the morning rain.

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Go's face softened in response to seeing the slow-moving nature of the roadblock's effect on the city. These were free people. People without missions, without sacred duty - they were just tired.

"I am not attempting to make things difficult for you, my apologies if I have offended. Your task is not an easy one, especially in times of Madness."

He considered it plain what he was here for, and considered the officer's words. He watched the cursebreaker out of the corner of his eye. He would have to talk to him - perhaps later. He eyed the officer with the full intensity of his stare - the eyes of a Dragon.

"Because of your task, you understand the severity of the situation."

He continued, conceding the man's point.

"You are right, to say that I am not from here. This place is confusing, its people have a culture I do not know, and I am outcast. I accept this. But consider carefully what you are asking."

His stare was like death. Like a beast. Like some terrible animal watching its food.

"I am here to stop a thing about which little is known and against which nothing secure has worked - and I believe I can actually help with this. Can you imagine the risk inherent in me sharing with you the things I have brought to do so?"

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The glowering eyes of the Dragon would fall upon the cop, but he could not help but see the curse breaker walk away and head down a side street in his peripheral vision - passing from sight. The cop would shift slightly under them, but his fear was obviously twofold. He glanced over at the burly man who was his colleague, and the two officers who were running a similar operation going out of the city. He looked wildly uncomfortable. He bit his lip slightly, and his mouth turned outwards into a slight scowl.

When he was convinced nobody was paying particular attention to him, he spoke again. "So what's it. You got cash and a bunch of kunai, normal adventurer type stuff, yeah? How many kunai was that exactly, for the record?" The officer would say, with an ever-so-slightly tongue-in-cheek expression. He would look Go dead in the eyes for a second, and wink.

He would begin writing down whatever Go said to him in the notebook, not really listening or paying attention anymore, and preparing to move on to the next person. If this Dragon Gōtama said anything that wasn't absolutely controversial or absurd, he would be free to enter into Yokoburi, and begin his investigation.

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The man's fear was written in the lines of his face, and it wasn't just from the focus of the Dragon's gaze. As the officer looked about to his colleagues, no doubt attempting to judge how much attention they were paying to him, Go's eyes fell once more upon the cursebreaker. With the officer's head momentarily turned from his view and a crowd that would not make themselves even more uncomfortable by craning up to watch his face, Go first quickly scanned the mass of people to ensure he was unobserved, then let a small amount of chakra seep into his eyes. His Byakugan activated for a brief moment, his focus narrowing. He sniffed.  At less than ten meters away, an imprint of his smell and chakra signature were not hard to develop.

Passing along peripheral vision now enveloping a nearly full 360 degrees around him, he focused on the cursebreakers chakra and scent, committing them to memory as the man moved down a side street and out of range. With this he would be able to find him again a bit easier. He deactivated his Byakugan in timing with the officer's attention return to him so that it would not be revealed - though the rush and general lack of concern also aided in keeping his Dojutsu a secret, at least for now.

Go gave a casual answer to the officer's charade, patting himself and replying with fidgeting, nods, and grunts more than actual communication. His natural reservations pertaining to lying and deception would prevent him from actively participating in the farce, but he was slowly becoming more and more curious as to the nature of the problems in Yokuburi. He smiled;

"Thank you."

before walking fully into the throng that was Yokuburi.

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Observation: 125, Master
Tracking: 125, Master

Byakugan.
Scent, D Rank

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The 'Curse-Breaker' had gone off down a side-street almost right away, and the way he moved and walked, he seemed somewhat dodgy to Go. Perhaps he lacked confidence, or perhaps he would rather not be seen. Either way, the observant and dojutsu blessed Dragon would have great success in following the black-clad man he had seen at the city gate. The overbearing scent of incense and alchemical ingredients on the man only made that task that much easier.

The man had cut down a narrow side-street, just wide enough for two people to walk shoulder-to-shoulder, and was continuing down it, glancing over his shoulder as he went. It was a long street, and the man was walking briskly. Further, the street had few entrances and exits, except into private buildings, mostly apartment complexes.

The Dragon was faced with a choice - let the man slip farther away, or follow him down an alley, where it would be more difficult than ever to give a subtle tail to this dodgy student of arcane secrets.

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As he walked through the city, the heady fragrance of strange chemicals the man carried shifted through the air, and like a shadow Go too would shift. He would follow the man silently, unseen, losing himself through the buildings framing the alley where the cursebreaker moved. Of course, he literally went through the buildings, his witchblood boiling, causing the Density Manipulation to make him like a ghost. A Shunt of his soul took him from 8 meters behind the black clad man, to 2 meters in front of him, albeit to his left, within an abandoned apartment building filled with rats and ruined boxes. Still intangible, he moved leftwards, through the side wall, solidifying in a moment that the man's head was turned behind him, checking his own shoulder, facing him.

The two would collide, Go's much larger frame no doubt causing the man a considerable shock, as Go's scales absorbed the interaction, his hands would rise in the same instant. It was a motion as if simply a reaction to impact, an attempt to halt a sudden obstacle's advance. But with his skill at Sleight of Hand₁, he would actually attempt to touch, knock away, or take and shove up his sleeves, as many of the cursebreakers strange smelling items as he could. Even if the man watched his hands carefully, they were held and repositioned in such a way as to appear to be natural movements. With any luck, he'd knock a significant portions of what the man carried onto the ground and into the open.

He would attempt to help the man, a bit embarrassed at having to go to this particular length, and that emotion would most likely seem a natural response for two people clumsy enough to walk into each other.


"I apologize for bumping into you, Sir, forgive my lack of grace! I should watch where I'm going more carefully, and what corners I'm turning.  Here, let me help you with your things, it's the least I can do--"2


He would attempt to both persuade and help the man gather what dropped, if anything, as well as hide anything he'd successfully been able to place up his sleeve (provided it was small/inconspicuous enough not to alert the man to it being gone, or having been taken).  He would not be greedy, attempting to take only 1 such item, if possible.    

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Density Manipulation
Soul Shunt

Persuasion: 125, Master
Stealth: 125, Master
Sleight Of Hand: 125, Master

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TIME: 8:50 AM, First of Winter
LOCATION: Salt District, Back Alley

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As the Dragon coasted, ghost-like through the buildings lining the alley, attempting to remain unseen he would follow the nervous breaker of curses handily. Finally, upon arriving at a close enough distance to the temporarily detained man, close enough to get a strong whiff of incense off of his flowing black cloak, he would move his arms slightly, and force his soul forward, shunting through the side buildings, and passing his way through the wall to interfere with this man.

While the ploy was successful, and the man would tumble briefly to the ground, he would grimace as he was offered help, and all that he would drop would be four envelopes, all sealed. Would the Hyuuga dare to take one of those envelopes, knowing they were so countable and so few?

"You do need to be careful of where you're going, sir." spake the black-clad man, as he groped around, reaching the two envelopes that fell in front of him, leaving one that fell to the left rear and one that fell to the right rear. "I've got important business today, you know. First the police now this crap." Cursed the destroyer of curses.

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Hmm. Four.

Considering the man was supposed to be a cursebreaker, Go was surprised not to find some sort of holy relics; instead, four mysterious envelopes, apparently blank. He was not sure that this was all the man carried, but he had doubts that he would receive another chance to check having already become acquainted. Instead of attempting to place an envelope up his sleeve, he would reach for the notes falling to the rear of the black-clad-man, a gesture merely to help retrieve them. He could not see anything from his vantage point that would reveal the contents of the envelopes - until the man reached down to pick up the two dropped items to his front.

Go's Byakugan activated, out of sight of the man, and his chakra-enhanced vision would pierce through them easily, showing him the content of each, including the ones already in the man's grasp. He would attempt to determine what to do with that knowledge later. His Byakugan deactivated as he retrieved the two unattended envelopes, careful not to have its use seen by any possible passers-by, and turned to face the man once more. He extended his arm, offering the envelopes, but; his grip would not let them go if the man reached for them.

"You do need to be careful of where you're going, sir."

"Absolutely right, Sir, I do apologize again."

"I've got important business today, you know. First the police now this crap."

"I, in point of fact, did not know, kind Sir. Tell me, what sort of business₁ could a fine upstanding gentleman such as yourself - with these not particularly criminal looking yet still (respectfully, Sir) a bit suspicious envelopes on your person - be doing that he does not wish my good friends the police to be involved in? Especially considering that the police have invited me into this city specifically to investigate the suspicious?"

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Byakugan.
Persuasion: 125, Master

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The Dragon Gotama, as he returned the envelopes would activate his all-seeing eye, and peer through the paper, seeing what lie inside. In the envelope in his hand was a piece of parchment bearing what looked to be the schematics of some sort of ritual or jutsu-like ability, however he lacked the requisite knowledge to determine its exact meaning. If he focused in on the other envelopes with his Byakugan activated, he would find a similar result.

"I, in point of fact, did not know, kind Sir. Tell me, what sort of business could a fine upstanding gentleman such as yourself - with these not particularly criminal looking yet still (respectfully, Sir) a bit suspicious envelopes on your person - be doing that he does not wish my good friends the police to be involved in? Especially considering that the police have invited me into this city specifically to investigate the suspicious?"

"I'm a breaker of curses. Professor Angell wrote to me, asking me to come into the city and help him work on the Madness. I've got an hour or two to kill before I can head over to where he's having his lecture today. And the police have already decided my letters are not suspicious, thank you very much - god knows they've taken half my equipment on the claims that it is."

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"I'm a breaker of curses. Professor Angell wrote to me, asking me to come into the city and help him work on the Madness. I've got an hour or two to kill before I can head over to where he's having his lecture today. And the police have already decided my letters are not suspicious, thank you very much - god knows they've taken half my equipment on the claims that it is."


And Go smiled, his eyes bright and golden. So there is a professor at work on this Madness, the same one I heard him mention to the police before, and he is not only employing the use of outside help -- he is giving a lecture.  That means the people coming to see him won't likely know each other, even though they operate in the same general area. But why a lecture?  What must be learned about this Madness that they would risk suffering through it to know?

"Professor Angell is precisely the person I need to see as well. It would seem our chance encounter is actually fortune smiling upon us!"

As the cursebreaker would reach for his envelopes, Go would shake his hand vigorously, but allow him to take back the strange ritualistic parchment they contained. He would have to learn more Alchemy to understand such arcane symbols, and could not determine if stealing them might cause greater risk down the line. He would ask his sister to extract the memory from his mind for study when next he saw her, scrutinizing the man's every action to determine his true intent.

"My name is Gotama my good man, what can I call you?"

He would wait for a reply, if any, before continuing.

"I am absolutely positive I could retrieve whatever equipment my friends the police have taken from you, and it will take far less than the hour or two you've mentioned having before this lecture. Perhaps in return, you will show me the way to the good Professor after I have returned with your valuables₁?"

He would stare at the man, smiling even wider, hoping to sway him towards the side of cooperation. Though he wasn't quite certain how he would get the police to help him if the cursebreaker agreed to his plan, he could worry about that later. First things first.


"I am no alchemist, mind you, so you will have to tell me what you were carrying, what I will be looking for, some basic descriptions₂ before I can assist you. I would not want to bring you the wrong thing in this time of crisis!"

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Sense Motive: 125, Master
Persuasion: 125, Master

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"My name is Gotama my good man, what can I call you?"

"My name is Darwin." Replied the cloaked man, accepting the envelopes and sliding them back into a pouch at his waist. His voice was lower now, and he squinted slightly, examining the man before him, who had made such a 'chance encounter' with him.

"I am absolutely positive I could retrieve whatever equipment my friends the police have taken from you, and it will take far less than the hour or two you've mentioned having before this lecture. Perhaps in return, you will show me the way to the good Professor after I have returned with your valuables?"

"I'll have to admit, I'm a skeptic of anything extra-legal in times like these. People like me - the cops would just as soon shoot me dead as do me a favor." He stumbled over his words ever-so-slightly, but it was clear he was more tired than genuinely upset with the state of affairs. He looked almost beaten down. His eyes turned towards the ground for a second. "I suppose though, if you really have a way to recover my equipment, I'd appreciate that. I have an inkling that you may be bluffing, but it doesn't matter. Equipment up front, and you the good professor might even speak with you.

"My equipment is simple enough. Its a big black bag full of various supplies - ritual components, chemicals, soaps, incense, braziers, chalks. Everything you need for my trade. I'm assuming the police have it somewhere, they took it from me. I strongly suspect that they'd want to keep all my stuff together, however. If they pack it up differently than I left it there could be some... unintended consequences." The curse breaker was clearly a skeptic. But he was willing to give this a shot.

"There's a shitty little diner down the street here. I'll be there - a couple of old friends wanted to chat with me - bring me my gear, by some miracle, and I might even be able to arrange a one on one meeting for you with the Prof. He's a busy man these days, but he owes me a few favors."

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"I shall meet you and your friends at this diner, Sir Darwin, in such a brief amount of time and with a notable lack of the aforementioned extralegal concerns for your equipment, in a state of merriment so absolute that it will surely cause you to wonder have I gone mad? But no! Aha! I will see you shortly, Sir Darwin!"

And Gotama bid him farewell, for now, seemingly continuing in the direction he'd always been walking, heading back towards the roadblock and the law. He passed the empty apartments whose hulls he'd phased through and wondered if anyone had (somehow) seen him, caught a stray glimpse. His ghost image blurring through their furniture. It seemed unlikely but it was a minor distracting thought, and it helped him formulate a plan in the back of his mind.


It was pretty early in the morning for a drink, but he supposed that those traveling for academic matters were like people unstuck in time. Moving from place to place, active in the night; settling where the quest for knowledge took them, having dinner while others shared breakfast simply due to the scarcity of meals. By the time he reached where he'd entered the city, he did not immediately see the same officers that had allowed him in. But at least he had a plan.

Kind of.

He would attempt to find the nearest police officer and ask them. eyes open and engaging;

"Where do you keep all of the things that you confiscate from those entering the city? I need all of those things. It is a matter of utmost importance, and I require them for reasons that I am currently incapable of explaining to you. So give me all of those things. As quickly as possible. Please. Thank you."

He asked. His first idea was to try to handle it the way he would have at home. Dragons spoke true to their kin, and were polite when making requests, speaking directly about that which they desired. He did not try to persuade or intimidate the police, though he took his task quite seriously, and his facial expression matched the intensity of his need.

He would have those supplies! Somehow...

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All had resolved itself with the breaker of curses. A deal had been struck, however it seemed to be a bit of an empty promise. How would that many possibly hope to retrieve this equipment. After all, Go wasn't exactly on good terms with the police, after all that threatening and lying. This was a risky move, although the potential payoff was high.

The bold Dragon would head his way back to the place where he had seen the police. Indeed, the particular officer he had interacted with was on the other side of the street - now apparently evaluating people leaving the city. The Dragon would approach the nearest officer of the law he would find and begin talking to them. However, he would be interrupted.

"Where do you keep all of the things that you confiscate from those entering the city? I need all of those things. It is a matter of utmost importance, and I require them for reasons that I am currently incapab - 

"Look kid," spoke the officer, turning to face them. "I'm very busy. How about you get lost? You can go to the police station if you've got questions about contraband." 

With that, the officer would return to his interrogation. 

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Upon the man completing his words Go reached out gently and held the man's collar, his wings exploding their scaled supremacy from the confines of his back, lifting them both into the air. A mighty percussive clap of his wings would shoot them upwards at full speed, assisted by the Kirigakure shinobi's masterful jumping ability as he pushed off, rising 40 meters into the air above the roadblock itself.

"I do not want to make more of a scene."

He said so that the police officer could hear him. He then activated his Byakugan in full view of the man, opening his third eye to catch the mans stare as well.

"But I can."

As he had never lied or threatened anyone, he would not do so now.

"If you do not help me, all of your lives could be in danger. I need those confiscated items. Show me to the police station. Please."

Above the crowd, rising slowly higher now.

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The Dragon's resolve was admirable. Not taking no for an answer from the police, he would reach to grab the collar of the police officer. However, the police officer, a six foot tall man, of decently bulky build, wearing only the uniform of his office, with a small pouch at his waist, would exclaim loudly at the sudden motion. "Sir!" He would say, but his combat reflexes would kick in before he could manage to say any of the other things that his office would suggest he ought to say.

The Dragon's arm would extend in a straight line, for the collar, but the officer would step out of the line of attack. In one fluid movement, he would dodge to the left of the outstretched right arm (from his perspective.) His left arm, hardened into an open-palmed striking position, would extend towards the face of the Dragon, helping to keep him at a distance as his right arm grabbed Gō's. His hips would twist, and he would attempt to grab the Dragon's locked arm into his body. This twisting position would attempt to drag the adversary's body to the ground, putting his back against the bottom of the officer's torso, and twisting his arm painfully.

"Don't move." The officer would say. Another cop, a woman, slighter in stature, but bearing the tell-tale white eyes of the Hyuuga would begin running to the scene as he noticed the somewhat brutal tactics of this officer.  

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The officers hand extended towards the face of the dragon; but standing a full two feet taller than the six foot police officer, it would require a bit of readjustment on the part of the police - for Go, reaching out to grab the man's collar would not require the full extension of his arms, though for the police officer to hit Go, it would require not only full extension of his limbs, but additional maneuvering closer.

As Go's wings had been removed in the same instance he'd attempted the grab, and had less distance to travel then his opponents fist making its mundane attack, Go allowed the punch to connect, bending down into it to mitigate its overall damage, stopping it before its momentum reached its peak. As the officer would twist and attempt to lock onto Go's arm, he would invite an Attack of Opportunity from the Dragon.

Go's wings - powerful enough to crush bone with a melee blow - would facilitate this attack, breaking the man's bones with a successful hit, smashing against the same forearm he'd used to attack Go.

He supposed he would have to simply be kill all of the police, allow the madness to feed into the criminal anarchy that overtakes a city in the absence of authority, and solve the problem by then, justifiably, killing everyone there. He changed his plan accordingly, though he would try the route of conversation once more, to see if the broken bone had made the man more compliant. He would continue the rest of his actions as previously described, if uninterrupted further.

"I do apologize my good man. Now; Police Station. Your most superior officer. Confiscated items. Fate of your city. If you could lead the way, Sir, please."

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The office with whom Go was in a struggle seemed to be somewhat thrown off, giving up his grip on the dragon as his wings began to extend, allowing the force of the dragon's transformation to be less potent as a result however, his position of power he had attempted to establish. 

Two officers would be moving behind the woman who was now approaching the scene who, by her presence and her uniform seemed to be in charge. The Dragon might notice veins bulging around her eyes, indicating some form of dojutsu was now in effect. In the distance, people would begin shrieking. Cries for loved ones, cries morning the coming madness, and cries criticizing the police intermingled in the air - a cacophony of civil disorder.

However, the woman with the strange eyes hollered to her subordinate, right as the Dragon took hold of his targets collar and prepared to bound into the sky. "Stand down officer. You - what do you want?" She said, with a loud voice, and confidence. She was a fair lady, her uniform was crisp, and she did not appear to be carrying anything in particular. "You, stranger. Stand down. I want to talk." She would say, coming closer, eventually aiming to stand a little more than five meters from his locations.