5858/Shredder meets Witchblade

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Shredder meets Witchblade
Date of Scene: 26 November 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Witchblade, Shredder




Witchblade has posed:
    It had been a couple of weeks since Elektra's death, and there had been a few notable clans at that private fighting tournament. While she was simply looking for the killer, she simply had to rule out suspects. As much as she didn't like the idea of investigating this, it had to be done. And most of the other people on the force were twice the size of Shredder....and not in a good way.

This brings Sara Pezzini into the lobby of Saki Tower. While it'd draw a few questioning looks from the people in there, the receptionist almost sneered at Sara and snarled at her....until Pezzini flipped out her badge. "Detective Pezzini, NYPD. I'd like to talk to Oroku Saki please."

Shredder has posed:
    The receptionist glances down at the screen, then types a few things in her computer, and picks up the phone. "Becca, let Mr. Oroku know that there is a detective here that would like to speak with him." She gets the confirmation, and hangs up. "43rd Floor," she instructs the detective.

    On that floor is a young receptionist, guileless, who sits at a desk before a large set of double doors. "Hello, you are the detective? I will let you in, he is expecting you.
    Behind the tall double doors is revealed a rather unique looking office. It looks very much like traditional Japanese dojo. The smell of incense hangs in the air, the floors are padded as if they were designed for sparring. Pillars along the side of the room are adorned with long thin oil paintings that have Japanese scripting upon them. The view should be amazing outside the window, but the natural sunlight is shielded currently by thin paper walls, allowing only the soft glow of the sun's light to filter through. Various stands containing traditional martial weapons are placed throughout the room, Swords, nunchaku, spears, ancient armor all give a very authentic feel to the office, as if it was part museum.

    Saki stands at a standing desk, wooden and pristine, typing at a laptop as the door opens. He finishes whatever sentence he is writing, which takes a few seconds longer than might be considered polite before turning to address Sara. "Detective Pezzini I presume?" he asks. "What can I do for you?"

Witchblade has posed:
    Sara puts her badge away on the walk to the elevator. She'd almost be in awe of all of the armors, martial weapons and such throughout the room, but she looks to Oroku Saki and takes a deep breath, before she opens a small notebook. "I imagine you have a lot going on....Saki-san? I'm not familiar with Japanese honorifics, so please forgive me if I get it wrong. But I'm going to just get straight to the point." She flips a page. "While this was in international waters, Elektra Natchios was a citizen of New York, and the nature of her death means that it's required that someone investigates it."

Sara then looks back towards the door and.....nudges it closed. "And.....it was known that while the Hand was at the retreat....so was the Foot Clan. I'm pretty sure you were there, as well as a disciple of yours named Kirai......I think that's how the name's pronounced. There were other fighters too, but....you were the easiest to find....at least...here." She points around the room.

Shredder has posed:
    If there is any surprise in his mind, the only indication is from the raise of the left scarred eyebrow. "My granddaughter," his tone emphasizes the correction from 'disciple', "Karai," he confirms, "I do believe that she was there with some of her associates. "A pity to hear about Ms. Natchios, we had occasion to do business in the past. I am to understand that after all this time, someone as well documented through security and logs of her movements, you still have not yet come close to finding her killer?" The implication might say that he is slighting her, but then again, it's said with a tone that might be just an innocent question, the businessman giving a difficult appearance to read.

Witchblade has posed:
    Sara doesn't seem bothered by the question at all. "I only now got the file on my desk. The guy before me couldn't find his ass if he had a map." She says writing something down. "Ka...rai." She then sighs a bit. "I'm looking at it with fresh eyes, and attempting to remain non-judgmental." She then sighs a bit. "Had Miss Natchios fought in the tournament that day...that you remember? Or was she one of the spectators?"

Shredder has posed:
    "I had thought she was the organizer, perhaps I was wrong. I attended at the request of my granddaughter," Saki answers. "I was simply there in support of her, it was not my affair. I believe, though, that the tournament ended prior to her death. She declared the winner. A young man, Damian Wayne. He is the one who took the prize, whatever it might have been."

Witchblade has posed:
    "Hmm.....Strange." Sara says as she writes something else down. "There were signs of a struggle on her body when she was found. That's why I asked the question." Obviously, cuz she was murdered, and no one's going to go willingly. "Do you know of who else was there? other than yourself, Karai, and Damian Wayne?" She says as she writes down Damian Wayne's name.

Shredder has posed:
    "Oh, there were several, but I know them no better than I might know another crowd of strangers. One particularly violent mutant, had the appearance of a turtle. His name was Raphael," Shredder indicates. "Beyond that, I could not say that I recall any names. I had been led to understand while I was there that the turtle is one of a possible gang of similar mutants, known to terrorize the populace of this very city."

Witchblade has posed:
    "That's unfortunate. it'd have helped out a lot if you knew their names. All right, last question. Where were you at the time of her death?" She says flipping a page.

Shredder has posed:
    "I'm afraid I have no real idea," Saki says. "I would have to look at my calendar to see. I can have that brought up for you. What day was it that she passed again?" He turns back to the computer, and starts to bring up his digital calendar.

Witchblade has posed:
    "uh....." Sara flips pages again. "Approximately oct 20th. Supposedly the last day of the tournament." She says walking over with him, but taking a place on the other side of the computer....where she can't see the screen.

Shredder has posed:
    "Approximately?" Saki echoes, glancing up. "Well, I was approximately working on an acquisition proposal sent to me by the proposal department during that day, remotely. Unless I was eating, or spending time with my granddaughter, or flying back from the event..." in other words, he did a lot of things that day. His condescension remains subtle, but it's a little more obviously present at this point.

Witchblade has posed:
    "You're talking to someone who wasn't there, so I'm saying 'approximately' because I have to know people's full days while they were there. Sadly, this includes your granddaughter, but I'm assuming since you were there WITH her, that she remained at your side during the whole tournament, except when she fought, and then she was in your sight." She's writing a lot of notes down as she talks as well, but now she looks up at Saki, and she seems to be pointedly ignoring the subtle condescension, for the simple reason that she really really doesn't want to get into a fight here. "I've been rather candid with you, Oroku Saki, so I'm just going to continue. First...you and your granddaughter were there as members of the Foot. With members of the Foot, AND the Hand in the same place, it would be too easy to write off as 'inter-clan warfare' and say Kirai and Oroku Saki, as the Shredder, decided to remove Elektra as the Head of the Hand and have someone 'easier to deal with' in place." She then looks to Saki. "Note, I said 'TOO easy'. No, I don't think you killed Miss Natchios, nor Kirai. You are not stupid, Saki-san....and you are definitely not THAT stupid. I'm also assuming that Kirai is also fairly intelligent." She then taps the pen at her mouth. "No. Whoever did this did it in single combat, and there wasn't a sign of another person there. Which there would have been if you or Kirai were involved in the killing."

Shredder has posed:
    "You have done your homework on me," Saki says, "but that you come here so boldly and alone suggests that you did not do enough." He closes the laptop, and his hands splay across the top. "You think that I have concerns regarding the Hand? They are scattered, leaderless, and divided. Their suppposed leaders are nothing but rags hanging on the decrepit corpse of an organization." His words have sharpened with her revelation that she knows his identity.
    "Detective, there are powers at work here far beyond the concerns of the NYPD. You assume that Miss Natchios' death was a murder. That is an overreach, though an understandable one. Her final play of the game may have been foolish, but it was hers to make. Beyond that, I feel it would be fruitless to explain, and of no benefit to me to reveal to you."

Witchblade has posed:
    "There's a lot more at work than even you realize, Saki-san." Sara sighs a bit and rubs her nose as she puts her notepad away. "Unless you've been watching the news, you may not have seen what happened at the Metropolis Thanksgiving Day Parade." She then sighs and turns towards the door. "You should also not try to be so blah-say about her death. Sometimes a leaderless and directionless group can make the stupidest decisions. Like deciding to take on the foot. Especially in this time when there is chaos rampant everywhere. And I'm never alone." She seems to emphasize chaos. "I'll see myself out, Saki-san. Thank you for your help, even if it was rather condescening....or an attempt at it." She does wave to him, but Saki would notice a ring on her right hand that does NOT fit the rest of her attire of a casually attired officer, namely blue jeans, a T-shirt and a leather jacket.

Shredder has posed:
    Saki does not stop Sara from leaving. He does take note of the ring, making a mental note for later. He only smiles at her accusation, tight and lacking in true pleasure. "You're welcome, detective. Be safe."