Osamu readied himself, spending the last few meters of the train stopping to hype himself up for what he was about to do. He prepared a short, but effective script in his head, trying to appear as a merciless taskmaster that punished incompetence, a tyrannical yet effective leader, someone who wasn’t to be messed with or questioned. He knew exactly what he was going to say and how, as he brought the train to a screeching halt.

Then he looked over to Signora as she stepped out of the train, seeing her user her persona’s powers and, more importantly, take the mask off. Osamu immediately went visibly pale. He didn’t know just how complete the influence of that power she’d used was, but THAT broke one of the biggest tenets of Chimeratic: “No names, no faces.” If she didn’t get all of them, or the control wasn’t complete, that risked unveiling them before they were even off the train. He needed to find some excuse for that, and he needed it now. Thinking on his feet, he figured he’d just have to turn the wrath of the facade on her for a moment, hoping she’d forgive him for it later.

With a quick, aggressive, and angry-seeming gesture to put her mask back on, trying to appear as an infuriated superior in an attempt to salvage that from any that didn’t have their will completely overwritten by her own. [color=00C40A]“If you don’t put that back on, so help me…”[/color] He said, facing back towards her with a menacing tone, but the panic was evident across what parts of his face could be seen due just how catastrophic that could be if it wasn’t corrected. He then turned towards the investigating larger shadow, dropping the panic for faux rage. In theory, people would outrank shadows here as people could think for themselves, and he needed to leverage that. If they respected people brought here by the sovereign, then they’d respect him until he was proven as an invader. So, hoping it would allow his abilities to capitalize, he used that. With a hand behind his back, he tapped a button on his phone, and though his authority was weakened in here, he hoped that between it and Signora’s mass charming, it would give him enough control of the situation to keep things from turning sour.

[h2][b][color=E4080A][center]Authority Activated: Seize the Throne[/center][/color][/b][/h2]

[color=00C40A]“She’s new. On the level, but still new to the whole concept of keeping your fucking identity SECRET.”[/color] The last word he shouted for emphasis, in an attempt to keep with the angry superior appearance, and appear as though he was chastising her. Still, the delay needed an excuse, so he moved back to the small script he’d started working on as the train drew closer to the station.

[color=00C40A]“The engine started having problems. The driver was too incompetent to fix it, so I threw his ass off the train and fixed it myself.”[/color] He stated, trying his level best to appear as a mix of infuriated and annoyed, using the height of the engine relative to the platform to loom over the shadows present, or at least meet the big one at eye level. [color=00C40A]“And if everyone here doesn’t want to be answering to the sovereign, I suggest you get moving on unloading the cargo. [i]Now.[/i]”[/color]