“Just a tourist, don't shoot me, please.” Haru had said calmly and had then approached the terrorists with his hands on his head. He'd lived most of his life pretending not to be a connector, fooling a bunch of madmen was hardly a challenge. Once Haru received his arms, he simply slipped to the back-lines and summoned Mizaru and made himself and the statue invisible to their surroundings. All the noise easily covered his footsteps as Haru removed himself from immediate danger. Haru took a minute to inspect his new gun; business had been slow on an island where the majority of it's inhabitants were supernaturally inclined. Surely this gun would score him a pretty penny. A man needed to eat, Haru thought, as he disassembled the weapon and wrapped it in his jacket, which he bound to his bo-staff making it seem like a knapsack. The weather was a good enough to excuse the magician to go out shirtless, and he had the body to pull it off. Once his disguise was finished, he dismissed the monkey and reappeared behind a tree; just outside of the terrorist and hostage circle. However, during his escape, the stand-off between terrorist and islanders had escalated. Women hostages stripped down to a police uniform, even if they looked more like they'd belong in a gentleman's club than a law enforcement organisation.

Things were a hell lot different on Lyranias. Terrorism inspired by jealousy, police officers in fishnets. It'd only been a few days on the island, but it was already more bizarre than what Haru attempted to convey in his magic shows. Still, he got a free rifle out of it, he could hardly complain. Now all he had to do was to get out of the park, find a dark alley, sell his spoils and pick out a restaurant. However, Haru could not help but be curious about how the local police would try and deal with terrorists. He climbed the tree to get a better view of what was happening, looking down on the stand-off. This might just become interesting.