Shimmering light cast shadows across the ground in a variety of different sizes and shapes. The wheat stood motionless; the stuffy air unwavering as a breeze was nowhere to be found. The farm’s large size would have been impressive, if not for the state of total disrepair the property had been left in. Weeds had sprouted from the ground all around the farm, a testament to the lack of care the locale had received as time had passed. The derelict of a tractor, its paint chipped and cracked in places stood defiant to time even after the rust had set in. In short, while from a distance this beautiful speck on an otherwise unfamiliar stretch of land seemed a safe haven for weary travelers and passersby; its true nature would be revealed the closer one came.

The slightly muggy air became thick with the smell of an oncoming storm as black clouds began to aggregate in the area above the homestead; a sizzle filled the air, an indication of a rise in ions and electrons floating freely through the air. A mighty crack echoed through the field, the resounding sonic boom shaking the foundations of the vacant structures. Blinding light filled the area for a split second, dissipating almost as swiftly as it had appeared; leaving behind a strange phenomenon. Standing where a bolt of lightning had struck the gravel seconds before, a single figure – strangely out of place by the look of his clothing – studied the area in which he had appeared, a mass of black dirt falling from the confines of his long-coat to the ground, growing in size with each passing moment.

The figure, thin yet athletically built, turned his gaze left and then right before settling on staring down the center of the road leading to the main structure. Adorned in white, the figure reached a hand up to gently remove a white fedora hiding a head of auburn strands, revealing this person to be a man. The brim of the fedora was used to unceremoniously brush non-existent dust off the waist of his long white coat. The subtle movements of his arm caused the overlengthened garment to sway, exposing his white dress slacks, two black belts with gold buckles wrapped around his waist, white suit vest and black dress shirt. A white tie with a red and black pin stuck in the center and a large metallic contraption strapped to his left arm completed the ensemble. 

Replacing the Fedora back atop his skull, the young man moved forward – his eyes hidden by the shadow cast by the brim of his head covering. Though no one would know it, the young man was contemplating his location. This place, its familiar surroundings – seemed to resonate with him. He regarded every piece of the beautiful abandoned scenery with a single thought in his mind. Had he been here before? Every indicator in his body screamed a familiarity with this place – yet he had no recollection of ever exploring this locale. Curious.

With that single bit of unease washing over him, the figure reached his hands beneath his longcoat, extending his grasp to behind him. His hand’s grasping hold of twin grips as they pulled free from their hidden confines two long barreled semi-automatic handguns. Their makeup, bulkier than most weapons of their make, seemed to appear heavy and oversized in his hands. The Ratifiers – as he called them – were brought up to a ready position, both arms outstretched and positioned to fire at a moment’s notice. Tactical wariness for the unexpected was not an unusual trait for himself, as he was used to out of his control situations. That didn’t mean, however, he would be caught with his pants down in any situation.

Continuing his examination of the Farm, Mitsu Mazono would further verify the abandoned status of the area around him with a soft [i]ping[/i] of mundane, non-lethal electricity. His electrolocation expanding outward like a ring would help him indicate a threat closing in. The smell of burnt ozone was more prevalent in the air than it had been when the bolt struck the ground, an indicator of his own unique bio-electric field fueling an unseen variable that encapsulated the man in white. Beneath the brim of his hat, serpent like eyes were sparking with golden electrical energy accompanied by a strangely eerie smile. Violence was palpable on the air, and Mitsu was ready for it.