As the others spoke up, Michael felt as though everyone was taking this way too seriously. Sure, he had acknowledged the girl was real, but why were they all jumping to the conclusion she was on the level? Why did nobody seem to come to the conclusion that this bitch was just flat out insane? Even the guy that counseled everyone to leave seemed to do so under the premise that she was actually going to drag them all off to another world. Even though Michael was plenty disturbed by the situation, nothing had occurred that would make it necessary to run away just yet. Not to mention he needed to make sure nothing untoward did in fact happen. It was his legal and moral duty to the city.

When one of the others fainted, he was going to make his way over to see to her. That was around the time the ghost girl started speaking again. At first, it was the same spiel about other worlds and related nonsense. It was when she mentioned the means of their "transportation" that Michael took exception. She effectively told them she expected them to die in order to be transported to this other world of hers. That was strike one. The woman might have been a harmless nutjob before, but now she was inciting people to commit suicide, and that was definitely a crime. It only got worse as she mentioned that people would need to drag the unconscious woman onto the tracks. Anyone going through with that would be committing murder, and she would be party to it. He noticed that some people were already getting on the tracks. Now he was really amazed. Were people seriously going along with this to the point of risking suicide for this insane loon's promises of another world? Worst of all, some girl from the crowd damn well volunteered to help drag the aforementioned unconscious woman onto the tracks. The people here had well and truly taken leave of their senses.

At this point, if Michael hadn't done a thing, it would have been a crying shame. Considering multiple crimes were effectively unfolding before his eyes, he was definitely obligated to do something, off duty or not. Frankly, even if Michael wasn't and never had been a police officer, he would have tried to do something about this insanity right now, the willingness of some of these people to seemingly get themselves killed be damned. [color=fdc68a]"Okay, everyone can I have your attention please?"[/color] He called out loudly, determined to take everyone's notice. He took a central position on the platform, hoping he could get in the middle of everything. [color=fdc68a]"I'm officer Michael Keahi, Lightbridge P.D."[/color] He held up his badge as he spoke, just so everyone knew he was on the level. [color=fdc68a]"Now, I don't know what the ever loving fuck is going on here, but...."[/color] He slightly struggled to find his words here. If it had just been some nutcase woman advocating suicide, it would be simple, but people were [u][i]going along with this[/i][/u]. It was baffling he had to explain what was wrong here to begin with. [color=fdc68a]"...this is insane. This woman is insane. She's prompting people to kill themselves to reach [i]"another world"[/i]. Don't you all see how crazy that is? There's no other world, people!"[/color] What was really insane, Michael thought, was that he had to say this at all.
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"Frankly, I don't give a flying fuck in any of you believe her for whatever goddamn reason, because this show is over, folks. Move along, nothing to see here. Nobody stand on the tracks, and those on the tracks should get the FUCK off the tracks!"[/color] If all he had to deal with was people standing on the tracks, he would've been actively trying to get them off the tracks right now. But there was a crowd of people who were progressively demonstrating themselves gullible enough to fall for this bullshit to stop, and some people who seemed keen to help an unconscious woman die. Not to mention psycho ghosty was still here and in desperate need of an arrest. He really wished he could call for backup right now. [color=fdc68a]"And you..."[/color] He gestured at the girl and whoever else might be rising to assist the woman onto the tracks. [color=fdc68a]"...I don't know what your problem is, but dragging that woman to her death is murder, and I'm legally obligated..."[/color] He produced his pistol from within his coat. [color=fdc68a]"...to stop a crime in progress."[/color] He wasn't pointing his gun at anybody yet, but it was right there for the world to see. He was absolutely going to start brandishing it menacingly, if not shooting, if somebody had the bright idea to carry on with this in his presence.

In spite of all his strong words and bluster, Michael was not at all confident about how this was going. Worst case scenario, these idiots could all swarm him in a psychotic rage, determined to follow through with this woman's dumbass idea. He really hoped there was some sane people left in that crowd. Of course, the biggest problem was there was already at least two people on the tracks, and he wasn't sure if he should try and get them off the tracks or keep an eye on everyone on the platform. All of this was so overwhelming, and he wasn't sure if he could bring the situation under control at all.

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