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	[color=00aeef][b]"My name? It seems I was too caught up in the scene to remember basic manners. My apologies."[/b][/color] the Stiffest Mofo in the Universe said, offering a small respectful bow to Marie, before continuing. [color=00aeef][b]"I am Seamus Berkin, member of the Muninn Pharmaceutical Company. As to how I found you all...frankly it was pure coincidence. Judging by the increase in aggression, you're in possession of a Berserker card. And that Rifle...Archer, perhaps?"[/b][/color] he said, suddenly taking a great interest in the weaponry of the humans that were practically carrying WMDs on hand and usable at will.

At the sight of Philip's Install, his gaze focused solely on him. [color=00aeef][b]"...So they were correct in that it wasn't limited to a single case. Judging from the sword, a Saber class, and the make...Undoubtedly King Arthur. Strangely lacking Avalon...unless it were another heroic spirit who possessed Excalibur. Mordred, perhaps?"[/b][/color] the stiff man suddenly came alive, suddenly speculating and circling around and observing Philip from all angles, before hurriedly writing something in a notepad, his aura shifting from calm to utterly elated at the prospects laying before him. [color=00aeef][b]"Judging by the fact that I'm still alive, I'm assuming that you all have no intention of silencing me. As such, I've a proposition for you, if you would be interested."[/b][/color] he said, not once stopping to let anyone speak or see him take a breath. This guy got animated once he was going. Regardless, Seamus' expression would shift to a barely visible, microscopic smile as he started to walk back out of the alley. [color=00aeef][b]"We'll drive. This pertains to all of you, so I suggest coming. If you do not trust me, then feel free to Install the whole way to our destination."[/b][/color]

Across town, the motorcycle officer fell to the ground with a tumultuous clamor, lacking the reaction time to Install in order to preserve his body as he was thrown against pavement and concrete. Stone tore through cloth and flesh as he felt most of the skin on his right calf tear off along with his boot and pants leg, his arm lying in a clearly broken position. He'd clearly had better days, but was still conscious as the mysterious woman made her approach, a certain light in his eyes fading after a brief second as he looked at her. Trying to move his right leg, he quickly found the prospect laughable after it had been injured, ankle twisted. He stood absolutely no chance. 

An echo resounded in his mind however that bespoke of use, of power and wants, of how he wasn't permitted to die here...but regardless of his Class Card's pleading, here was the end of the line. A murderer adept at taking life could never hope to outrun it, after all. From the very start, this had been what he had expected to happen...minus the pale lady. That was a bit on the nose for death. With a shaky, yet trained and swift hand he reached into the holster still at his hip for his gun, standard issue Nambu M60 and quickly fired a round at the woman. With a quick motion of dropping his gun and clicking on the radio strapped to his shirt, he rasped out: [color=DB7093][b]"Assaulting an officer...damage of public property...threatening innocents...and obstruction of justice."[/b][/color] 

One could also assume rescue services and a few police were en rout as well, given that about six dozen witnesses just fled and undoubtedly reported the incident of vehicular assault.
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[hider=The Exiled Heir]
	Much like a fish in water, he took to the new drink like he'd lived with it in his mouth his whole life. After he'd drank, he'd listen, and with one brain swimming in booze, he was clearly letting the other do the thinking with Sajan's proposal.[color=708090][b]"Well shit, never been one to turn a lady down. How about we swing by my apartment? Got some more of the good stuff to keep the party going."[/b][/color] he said with a shit eating grin on his face. He clearly hadn't read the Kama Sutra...or perhaps any books at all. 

However just as he was getting up to leave with Sajan, the TV at the bar would begin to show images of a robbed Transit vehicle...this time in the day light. And that was MINUTES ago from the way the lady reporting was talking. "-the bizarre string of robbing and igniting armored transit vehicles has continued once more today in broad daylight no less; Here, we have on the scene Tanaka Kazama.

'Here we have what some witnesses have stated was the wreckage of the vehicle, before a man wearing what appeared to be medieval armor came and made off with the stolen cash. The police have advised-' "

...Whoever had the class card was close, but given the location of the robbery, couldn't possibly be inside the bar right now. But, the feeling of a card wasn't going away...in fact it seemed to be moving closer. The man was still expecting sex, but now came the options of dumping his ass to go search, or find a way to squeeze information out of him without having to squeeze something of his to get it. 
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[hider=The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel]

More and more the hissing and venom of the card in her possession slithered and crawled against the young girl's mind, which the nurse had diagnosed as a concussion from her fall, which she had confessed to. Fussed over for a few minutes before the nurse came to the conclusion it wasn't one, instead likely a series of migraines, she simply had the girl hold an icepack on her temple while she searched for some form of medicine from the store rooms. This would...take a while. As such, Haruka Mitsugi would be one of the ones needing a pass of excuse once she returned.

However, dangling from the rooftop, Daikichi Aikawa was far less liable to get a pass for such a reason, given that by the end of his torture session, he was convinced Ophelia would kill him if he crossed her by snitching. [b]"M-Mitsugi? She's fucking clingy and can't take a hint...s-so I told her if she really liked me she'd jump...S-S-She didn't jump right? She couldn't be that stupid right?"[/b] he questioned and answered at the same time, clearly fighting not to piss himself as he hung over a pretty injuring, if not fatal drop. Daikichi was a member of the track team, and as such serious crippling or injuries to his prized legs were a very effective method of getting him to talk. Especially since...well, he had come to the roof under the assumption Ophelia was asking him out.

Undevoted, uncompassionate, and unwavering in his belief he did nothing wrong...he was a bit of a stuck up athlete that viewed himself as being better than most. Ophelia could assume that Mitsugi, the shrinking violet that she was had her feelings utterly scorned by him, and tossed in the trash in front of her. Perhaps both sides were fools in this, but only one was foolish enough to be dangling from a pole. 

The other, was foolish enough to start giving way to a serpent's words, her eyes slowly starting to dilate as her mind raced with maddened thoughts of possessiveness, want, desire, ownership...it was her's, after all. He was her's, after all. Whatever presence had been there before of a Class Card's mana, it was steadily growing...and a tinge of overreaching malice was sweeping the school, felt only by the Masters present. [color=66CDAA][b]"...An...chin..."[/b][/color] she would manage before passing out in the nurse's office. She would need far more than a late pass now.
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