Kaho smirked, offering a humorless chuckle in response to the banter which the ninja woman had chosen to carry on with her. She’d accept anything at all to take some of this unbearable tension out of the air at this point. However, jokes were jokes, and now was probably a time better suited for seriousness. The furrier cleared her throat and nodded diligently in response to her two investigating partners. The two seemed competent enough, each in their own special way, and Kaho decided she’d have no issue cooperating with them. Shizue deserved their best effort, and so the girl would have no qualms in delivering precisely that. The morgue… it was rather an unsettling room, based merely on its name and intended usage, but still significantly less haunting than this place — the site of a murder, complete with a still-bloody corpse strapped into a torture device.
"Sweet. The morgue it is, then. What fun,” Kaho snipped, inhaling a bit shakily. The death of a classmate seemed to be getting to her more than she had previously expected it might. She could deal with dead animals, but this was… different. She had shared a conversation with Shizue, even. Now she was just dead? The furrier had trouble wrapping her head around it, so she shoved the notion far away and walked after Akira and Rinko. A scowl crossed her features for just a moment when she heard the blatant differentiation of Kirigakure-san, Tsukuda-chan, but she let it go. There were more important things to worry about.
She entered the morgue, taking a few cautious steps toward another of the coffins. Hesitantly lifting the lid, she glanced inside the coffin with half-closed eyes. Visions of skeletons leaping out and biting her nose off danced vividly in her head, but thankfully, there were none to be seen. She slowly lowered the lid and stood up straighter, taking a look around the room. It seemed to be utterly empty, save for the stacked up coffins, and her shoulders slumped a bit in disappointment.
"Let me know if you find anything," she called to the other two, lifting another of the coffin lids and peering inside. “These things are so creepy. I feel like Indiana Jones, right? Raiders of the Lost Ark style. I ought to put on a cowboy hat and start snapping a whip. We’re not going to be cursed by some spiteful spirits, right? Right. Of course not,” Kaho nervously reassured herself, hardly noticing that she had begun to hopelessly ramble.
"And celebrate we shall for there is nothing better than success against those who would do us and others harm." she smirks. "Then we are agreed." Rinko bobs her head and stalks into the morgue herself. "It’s not like there’s anything to worry about. I doubt the dead will do us any damage."
She would be calm, of course. Internally, her mind was a bit of a mess. There were a lot of things bothering her honestly but she was a Kirigakure and they did not react. Horrible and heartless, oh they’d been called many things. But it was because they didn’t grieve that others could. That was self-sacrifice in her eyes. Her hands still shook, despite herself but she calmed the nerves. Shizue would have her justice. They all would have their justice.
Rinko herself followed the two inside and she glanced around the morgue. The coffins were being covered by the other two so she gets to work herself in a solo fashion as often befits her nature. There actually isn’t much in the morgue apart from the distinct feeling of ‘no thank you’ but she can still do her part and scour the local area. In particular, she checks the entrance way and floor. If something had dripped or scuffed anything she should be able to see it. There was a possibility that this room wasn’t even used, mind but… it didn’t hurt to be thorough.
"Of course. And the same applies to you two. We need to work quickly and methodically here. The better our communication, the easier this is." she nods. That seems about right, sounds simple enough… what, wait? She frowns at that next part. "Ｉｎｄｉａｎａ ｊō-ｎｚｕ? A western hero, perhaps?" she questions looking a little nonplussed for a second. She had no idea who that was. She wondered if this fellow was any match for a ninja. "Though the whip strikes me a daft choice of weapon. Better a poison, smoke bomb or blade! Hmhmhm~ those would get a job done well. Or a hookshot if need be, you know, for getting around. Ha. Unlikely, vengeful spirits would have more sense." she replies with narrowed eyes. That’s what she believes so it’s final. What kind of idiot spirit would attack someone of her descent?
"Eh, I guess the morgue was a bust... and it seems the passageway was covered," Akira piped up, closing the lid on the coffin he'd been poking around.
"...and I'm not the type to believe in any vengeful spirits, personally. I think we'll be okay. The coffins don't seem to have had anything in them before. And, uh... I mean... huh? Have you used something like a hookshot, Kirigakure-ch... er, san?"
Alright, Rinko's rambling about weapons had mostly been lost on him. Shoulders slumped, he walked back into the torture room but purposely averted his eyes from Shizue's corpse and stuffed his hands in his pockets. A few steps further and he could peer out into the rows of cells... He turned back around and looked to the other two members of his ninja investigation squad for guidance.
"Ummm... let's see. We could look around some of the cells for clues, or maybe go to the guard room? What sounds best to you?"
