Stood squarely in the shade, off to one of the more thinly-populated sides of the gathering was Oni, the demon hunter of monsters and men. Every inch of his body was covered, not leaving an inch of skin exposed. A black motorcycle helmet with a polarized visor, thick leather riding gloves and a red nylon scarf covered his usually uncovered areas. He stood with his arms crossed, silently boiling as he stared out over the crowd. There really was no consideration, was there? Not like he expected it, but still, a mass formation at high noon? What a pain in the ass.
"Yare, yare..." he muttered into his helmet.
Even now he surveyed the mass assembly of "heroes" for people of interest. A living statue, towering over everyone else caught his eye, but seemed little more than a novelty. Other brightly-colored loons pranced about, but Shin could barely tell one from the other, much less gauge their temperament. He didn't smell anything unusual or worth noting, though he could hardly smell anything from inside the damn helmet, anyway.
His gaze wandered over to the three that stood above the rest; the founders of this farce, Zenith, Olympia, and Pariah. The first was powerful, but his motivations were obvious. This gathering was the height of his ambition, so there was little to fear from him. Olympia was similar, though her (alleged) divine heritage could throw a strange angle on her motivations. Pariah was the wildcard. He seemed out of place between the two superhumans, so one could only question what his plans were. The silent ones were always the trickiest. Also, he looked like a ninja, and Shin hated ninjas.