Several things happened over the course of a few seconds. First, Joseph crashed into some punk, feeling several light crystalline pricks across his body before falling to the ground. However, Joseph was no stranger to the effects of gravity. Transferring all of his momentum into a roll, Joseph was back on his feet in seconds. Without so much as an apology, he continued his sprint, and caught up to the man in the red jacket almost immediately. Tackling him to the ground, he immediately reached into his pocket and drew his wallet, a golden badge on the inside flap.

"Philadelphia Police, explain yourself. What did you do back there?" As he was waiting for an answer, Joseph felt a gust of turbulence above him. "Why are you attacking this poor man?" a man asked, clearly trying to intimidate Joseph.

Frankly, Joseph wasn't about to take anyone floating on some rock-surfboard seriously.

He held up the badge with an irritated look on his face, and returned to the homeless man lying below him. Then something hit him. He looked back up. [i]That man is floating on a rock. [/i]"What the hell..." He muttered to himself. Looking back, he saw the man that he had knocked down earlier looking annoyed, and another man from earlier just catching up. He looked around and saw the people of the street, and looked back up at the man on the stone before quickly looking over the biology of everyone in this small group.

"You're all too obvious. We're going to get in trouble."

There was a cracking sound as a tree on the curb bent towards the floating man, knocking him down as Joseph quickly brought the homeless man into a nearby alleyway, beckoning to everyone else to join him.