[b][i]GM Post[/i][/b]

"Do so," spoke Ascot, "as for what I found out, I saw Myriad's [i]clothing[/i] being hung as a banner in front of the Yakuza hideout - I fear something worse than death has happened - I hope I'm wrong. But, yes," he spoke, "I can wait." Once Hibiscus began her search, she would find that neither Myriad or his friends have died, although there were plenty of other ghosts in the Jungle.

"All right," responded Ascot to Jonathan's inquiry. While he hated the idea of negotiating with [i]rapists[/i], he also knew that 1.) Jonathan's option would save more lives, and 2.) there was every chance that Myriad hadn't been/would not be raped at all, that the Yakuza had been tricked into hanging up the young man's clothing up a flagpole. That, or paid into doing it...

So Ascot let Jonathan go, after giving him directions to the Yakuza Hideout. He then recombined with his various selves. Ibrahim and Leslie, meanwhile, sighed in relief, due to the fact that there might not be a fight after all. Reservations about Jonathan's dark past can come up later. 

[b][i]Minor Timeskip[/i][/b]

Once Jonathan reached the Yakuza building, he would be greeted by several thugs, who got out their guns and pointed at him.

"Who goes there?!" they said in crude, accented English. Once Jonathan had given proof of his identity, they would smile at him, and invite him inside for some Sake - direct from Japan, and introduce him to the head of the ferry crossing; an artificially green-haired woman with piercings up her nose and earlobes. She was a Practicing Mage, but one can tell that the real source of her power was the assault rifle slung across her back, which was loaded with Orichlacum bullets. She smiled, and spoke:

"So, Jonathan-san, what is someone like you doing here with...those MPC do-gooders?" her voice was still accented. If the man would ask her about the missing students, the Yakuza woman would smile, and speak:

"I know nothing of said students, but I think I know a clue; you see, just a few hours ago, a man - he looked white, with vague body language, and two Orichalcum-loaded pistols on his hip, spoke to me, paying us an absurd amount of money to hang up several pieces of clothing up a flagpole. Obviously, I knew something was up, but there was so much credits at stake."

"The man, instead of specializing in three or four Schools, instead had weaker versions of all Nine, giving him limited resistance to Magic, which seemed to be his prime defense, along with Fatesilk and Dura-Ceramic armor. Oh, and he spoke of meeting up with several men in Manila..."