[b][color=c4df9b]Kinpachi Tomomi[/color][/b][hr]

[color=c4df9b]"Hmm, is this it? Pretty bad place for a minor like me."[/color]

Tomomi stood there in front of the pub, flipping the invitation over and over, undecided on whether to go in or not. It was an odd thing to be sure, to be invited to this sort of place. She had thought it was a prank by some of her friends, in which case she would probably scold them halfheartedly before inviting them to go somewhere, or a trap by some of those people who just can't let a 'quirkless' do as she pleased, thus why she had a bat stuffed in her bag. Her friends would never go to these sort of place however, and those sort of bullies would never bully anyone in open view of the public. Plus, why Kabuchiko? 

Taking a deep breath, she entered, to the sight of that very odd man in that visor. Was he a hero? She heard heroes often make costumes to compliment their ability, so he must have some sort of sight based quirk. For what other reason would anyone wear such a funny looking visor? There was the weirdoes of course, but that wasn't reassuring considering he seems to be the one who had sent her that invitation. To her and a handful of other people, judging from the gathering.

She didn't talk much, not even when that person mentioned they were going to conquer the country. Having taken the man at his word, she had ordered a large plate of sandwiches and a tall glass of orange juice, and thus was busy stuffing her face to speak.

[color=c4df9b]"Gah~ That was amazing,"[/color] she spoke loudly, leaning back on her chair sipping on her orange juice. [color=c4df9b]"Compliments on whoever made that sandwich. Old man, why stop at a country? Why not the whole world?"[/color]

So all her worries were for nothing. It was obvious what it was now; the air of secrecy, the location they were in, and that man's personality. Tomomi had heard of this before, from some of the people at school. This was the thing they call roleplaying wasn't it? The premise gave it away immediately; no one would say that in real life with a straight face on, certainly not here where there were powerful heroes abound. And those live roleplaying things too. Can't hurt to participate in these sort of things every now and then. This old man was probably some eccentric rich guy with too much time on his hands. Wait, wouldn't that mean they'd get some prize at the end? Opening the container in front of her, she picked up the syringe and started twirling it on her fingers like one would a pen.

[color=c4df9b][color=c4df9b]"Ooh! This looks pretty well made! So? Whats this supposed to do?"[/color][/color]

The autoinjector prop certainly looks very real. She had no doubts the needles would retract if she even tried putting it on her skin, or that it had no needle to begin with.