[right][b][h3][color=f26522][i]"Akira Ishikawa"[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][quote][u][b]Location			[/b][/u]
Southern District - Galaxy

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MiWa, ???[/quote][hr]
As for [i]what[/i] he saw, he replayed it all in his head as he sat nearby, going between looking at the gathering crowd and over to the injured man that was being treated by MiWa. It looked as if he was staring off into space, as his eyes were focused on the crowd as he began pinching his lower lip with his index and his thumb.

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[hider=What happened?]Shit, it was black as death in here and he couldn't see a damn thing! He groaned as he tapped the tip of his shoe on the psychopaths chest, grinning to himself. Yeah, he was definitely sure he got a direct hit on here there, but what about the picker?

Sliding down the floating pole, he did this in a second, before stopping at the tip of it all, making sure not to cut himself as grabbed at the woman's frozen body. He went back between the two before grimacing and letting that makeshift weapon float in place. Rolling his eyes, he stood alone in the darkness, pondering about one thing and one thing only.

Who turned out the lights and why?[/hider]
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Releasing his lip from bondage, Marc leaned over to MiWa and whispered [color=f26522]"I'll be back in a sec', holler if you've got somethin' for me to do,"[/color] before steadily rising up and stretching. As he did so, he began surveying this entire scene before frowning and jammed his fists into his pockets. Christ, he was gonna have to ease up if this was gonna go smoothly.

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[hider=Does she have an accomplice?]Honestly, it was a bit peculiar that the lights flickered out at that time as he began feeling around area he last occupied. This took more than a few minutes due to the fact that, besides the few glimmering lights, it was near impossible to navigate around. After circling around the crazy chick, the girl with glasses, and the injured dude, he noticed something.

Someone was there, trying to grasp at that blonde woman. He got a good feel for the persons features, identifying them as a guy with a somewhat smooth face. If he had to guess, this person was either young or his powers were interfering with this identification process. Whatever the case may be, he did know this person was male and was about to try and pry this psychopath off.[/hider]
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[color=f26522][i]"No, that's not right,"[/i][/color] he thought as he deftly slid off the stage, [color=f26522][i]"Only Daehyun and I were in the fight, plus he wasn't there before the lights went out... maybe."[/i][/color] It felt like a blur as he scowled and tapped a chair to the side, trudging at a leisurely pace towards his own target.

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[hider=Here's what I recall.]That bitch does have an idea of how to fight, he knew that much as he drew closer to MiWa, a moth to her light. Leaning in, he tried to get a closer look at what she was bumbling around with, barely making out that it was a first aid kit. Looking back into the inky blackness, he winced as he recalled what he felt and saw. Jaws unhinged, her teeth felt serrated, but that's not everything he felt.

That woman was at least a few centimeters away from the guys neck. A shiver shot down his spine as he cursed himself for not doing enough to pacify the lady. Whatever the case was, this was a foregone conclusion at this rate, which meant the lights were her ticket out.

That thought crossed his mind as quickly as it came. Moving away from the frozen lady, he did his best to traverse the stage, being careful to feel around every place he stepped. As he did this for what felt like forever, stretching a foot at and giving a light tap wherever he wanted to step, he eventually found that there was nothing there. With an relieved sigh, he slid off the stage, before looking forward once more before realizing his next challenge.

Chairs, debris, and literally everything and everyone that was in his way.

With a huff and a [color=f26522]"Fuck,"[/color] he shuffled his feet on the floor, trying to be mindful of all the crap he had to wade through. As far as what happened, there were far more fucks here than your average porn star as he threw it out every couple of seconds when he slammed his toe into some trash or began clutching his knee.

[color=f26522]"And I thought water levels were bad,"[/color] he joked, only to walk straight into a person; god it was like running into a brick wall. Groaning, he hung on what he presumed to be the persons arm as he felt his way around before noticing a glimmer to the side. Of course, there were more people in his way as he traversed closer, vaulting, veering, and bumping his way through.

Oh thank god, he could actually see again. Chuckling and mock crying a bit with a smile, Marc side stepped by another "statue" before climbing over the next in his way. Well, looks like he found one of her possible escape routes, but what about the back?

Wait.

[color=f26522]"What the hell am I thinking,"[/color] he blurted out to himself as he sat on the shoulders of some bystander, rubbing his temples. As far as he knew, the back was basically a jungle and this lady was basically a truck. She could barrel over people with that strength of hers. Barring his teeth and shaking his head, he legitimately wanted to cry at the rate it took him to get here, [i]especially[/i] since he had to head back.

Cocking his head back into the inky blackness, he lulled back with a whiny groan and hung his tongue out before regaining a bit of his composure and hopping off. If anything, there wasn't much for Marc to do now, aside from looking around at different people and watching the intricate little things they were doing, whether it be whispering to a friend or doing something with their phone, so he departed for his former spot on the stage.

As he was coming back, something caught the side of his eye; a boy, didn't look to be any older than thirteen if he had to guess, holding up a phone to the darkness within. While a couple of others had their phones out when he passed on by-[/hider]
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[color=f26522]"Yo,"[/color] he spoke up with a lax voice as he withdrew one of his hands from his pocket and waved it at the kid as he approached him to the side. [color=f26522]"That was... somethin', wouldn't ya say,"[/color] Marc chuckled nervously as he looked back over to the stage, [color=f26522]"like, I didn't expect a friggin' psychopath to come out of the woodworks today, yeesh."[/color] He couldn't help but shiver a bit before shaking his head and eyeing their cellphone.

This kid was recording everything.