Osamu had noticed how relatively quiet the Scramble was, and the lack of Chimeratic goons running around, so as he and Ayo decided on whether or not to join what was now a group of three, Osamu decided to do a bit of digging. He opened his phone to the encrypted chat rooms used by a certain organization, scrolling through logs to try and see what was happening. And while there were some rumblings of big plans in the works that he made a note to dig into a bit later, what really caught his eye were the frantic messages. Someone was hitting them hard somewhere, and while he questioned who else might be in the metaverse gunning for them, that question was answered soon after.

“Huh. Wonder what’s got Chimeratic in such a pani…” He trailed off as the train whistle blew, followed by cracks in the sky. He backed away from the edge of the building, moments before the rift burst open, with a whole train out of some Spaghetti Western crashing through the sky and into the center of the scramble. Wasting no time, Osamu tapped his phone as crimson flame engulfed his form, not yet knowing who or what caused that. As the flames washed over him, his attire changed into his black regalia, that dark european-style plate that made him appear as some dark knight or medieval tyrant, and what appeared to be an M249 SAW in his free hand. Then, he rushed to the edge of the building, just in time to witness Seiji’s quickdraw.

It didn’t take Osamu long to realize whose graffiti was painted on the side of the train, or what was left of it, which made him burst out laughing. It took him a good couple of minutes to get a grip on himself after realizing that, not only had they somehow gotten a train, but Chimeratic just had said train stolen. By one man. [color=00C40A]“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance!”[/color] He managed between laughs and gasps, before finally getting a grip on himself, and making his way back toward the fire escape to meet Seiji, and anyone else who cared to join, at street level.