Things were getting really overwhelming for Michael Keahi right now. He thought he had it bad when his attention was divided between people jumping onto the tracks and other suspicious activities, but now it was divided between a psycho slasher, a young girl, some bitch with more outrage than sense, and trying to listen to what ghost girl was ex-positing on. The worst part was most of them didn't even seem to give a shit that cop vs. killer round two seemed to be about to break out. Even ghosty, with her grand mystical purpose for them all, seemed completely nonchalant as to the danger. Did she want them to kill each other before they could do whatever she had in mind?

He caught the girl's name, even though he was more focused on the shifty movements of douchebag mcgee at the time. It seemed almost as though she wanted to just have a casual chat with him in spite of the circumstances. Any pleasantness was cut short by the advent of the woman that had thrown herself in between him and Anni giving him guff. It was one thing to take exception to him pointing a gun at someone, but it was entirely another for her to still be freaking out about it in what appeared to be an alien landscape after they had all seemingly died. Then she had a go at the knife man, only to claim he "deserved" what he had gotten. At that point, Michael had lost all sympathy for the woman. He had half a mind to have a go at her himself, but Anni distracted him with an apology of all things. It was nice to hear, but Michael couldn't help but think this was the worst time for it. [color=fdc68a]"I-Yeah, sure, it's cool."[/color] He told her quickly. He would have articulated himself better if he still wasn't divided between just about everything. 

The psycho's move towards the stroppy woman was the last straw. Even though he wasn't entirely sure he was actually threatening her, the fact that this guy was making a move on anyone was cause for concern. He raised his gun, aiming it directly at the man, and called out to him. [color=fdc68a]"Stop right there! Hand's up, drop the knife!"[/color] If this was earth, he would've been moving to arrest him, but he had a feeling his jurisdiction ended when their souls shifted into this dimension...or whatever the hell happened to them. All that really mattered now was keeping him in check. He had no love for the hairbrained woman, but he certainly wasn't going to let anyone get stabbed right before his eyes if he could help it.

His attention was once again divided when he noticed one of their number keel over. He didn't merely keel over, however, as he seemed to be undergoing some bizarre metamorphosis. It was jarring enough to look at that he briefly forgot about knife guy, but he quickly reoriented himself. It was here that ghosty decided to chime in and explain what had happened. It seemed this was a change triggered by wearing those masks she had handed out. With all that had happened, Michael had plum forgotten about that random slab of metal that he had stuffed in his coat. For all that ghost girl has said, one phrase stuck out to him; [i]"strength far beyond the Mortals of this world"[/i]. Michael wasn't some megalomaniac, but the idea of getting a shot in the arm at this junction sounded good enough to go for. God only knew that if they all had the same thing, the psycho here might try and become super giga mega murderer himself, and then where would they all be? Michael had little love for nor faith in ghost girl, but she had been on the level so far, and people that donned their "Semblances" certainly weren't dead. 

Anni was about to ask him something, but she apparently decided against it. Michael didn't mind one bit, as he wasn't in a position to give meaningful answers to anything important. She left to ask the ghost girl a question, and so Michael was left alone with a knife wielding psycho right before his eyes. Michael wasn't entirely eager to do it, but he felt like it would be a mistake to leave it to the good graces of fate for everything to work out right now. With one swift hand, he brought the squarish metal mask out of his coat and pressed it to his face. The mask almost seemed to melt away, and with it came a white hot sensation in his veins. He felt like metal had been injected into his bloodstream. Michael dropped to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain, but his gaze and his gun remained fixed on his target. The pain was terrible, but all Michael could think of was that he had a very real threat on his hands, and somebody out of this motley crew needed to keep it down. In a few moments, Michael could almost feel resolve increase as though reinforced with steel. He could only see the lawbreaker in front of him. A lawbreaker in need of containment. He barely noticed the new costume he had on in spite of how shiny a suit of armor it was. Instead, he fixed his prey with a renewed steely gaze. Ghosty's talk of places to go and people to meet didn't matter; Officer Michael Keahi had a criminal to rein in, and he felt more than ready to confront him.

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