[right][b][h3][color=f26522][i]Marc Kurosawa[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][quote][u][b]Location			[/b][/u]
Central District

[u][b]Interacting With	[/b][/u]
Suspicious "Policemen" with enough red flags to mistake them for Communists ([@ERode])[/quote][hr]
Huh?!

That was [i]not[/i] exactly what he was expecting from the trodden suit... especially catching another whiff of the man as he scrunched his nose before holding his breath. Marc could only really wriggle around as the guy clamped down on him like he was a living jaw of life. Seriously, how strong was this thin dude?!

Not even stopping time could help him out of this very awkward situation as he was held in place for a bit, struggling as he might to break free... before he said something?

Honestly, he heard most of what he said, but the pungent odor was still hanging in the air clouded his thoughts. It wasn't until the screeching sound of some tires and stumbling back could the boy really process the whole situation, let alone words.

... child, people, bell, birth, sorry, fix, joy? What? What did that man mean, why are the men in black here... wait, did someone call the police? No... that wasn't right, his phone was out... and if someone called the police earlier, how did they know to come to this specific place? What did they want with the man?

[b][i]What do the [s]numbers[/s] words mean?![/i][/b]

A brief wave and flash of this Officers badge was enough to sway him from his brief reverie, recomposing himself as the teen took a quick whiff of his self before shivering with a level of repugnance. The smell got into his clothes, he was being interrogated by some sketchy cops who magically honed in on this location, and something in the back of his head was screaming that stopping time to think was probably a bad idea at the moment.

He had to think quickly.

[color=f26522]"... eh? Uh... yeah, I'm fine, the guy just hugged me for helpin' him out... I think,"[/color] he paused to look over the man in the suit before continuing on, acting none the wiser as he scratched at his neck.

[color=f26522]"Got assaulted by some Yakuza lookin' dude back there who was kicking the guy in the chest, and I managed to drive the guy off,"[/color] he jabbed a finger turning his back to look at the way he came. 

[color=f26522]"... wait, is this guy dangerous or something?"[/color]