<strong>Name:</strong>Sagawa Bunji<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The zombies that were drawn away from him brought his attention to the other costumed heroes that were fighting for the same cause. After watching one of the heroes dramatically wipe them out with black wings and a scythe, Bunji was hesitant to just…approach them.<br/><br/><em>I’ve seen these people before I think…</em> Bunji mused. Had it been in his dream? Like any dream, he barely remembered it after it had happened as real as it had been. He couldn’t be asked to recount every fine detail. Reluctantly, he started over toward them for he was curious to know if they were just as lost as he was or if they might have known something about…well, everything!<br/><br/>As he came before the group, his blue eyes stared down at the two talking cats.<br/><br/>“What the fuck is this…?” he muttered. Trying to comprehend the logic behind the entire event was giving him a splitting headache. What the hell was going on? Why was he dressed like this? He didn’t care if they were, but why him?<br/><br/><strong>We should get out of here before-</strong><br/><br/><strong>Before that happens, Luna?</strong><br/><br/>As the cops rolled up, Bunji remained quiet as the “expert liars” sang their songs. Then another vehicle pulled up and the knight’s brows lowered with suspicion. He recognized that car.<br/><br/><em>Is that…?</em><br/><br/>Stepping out of the vehicle was the argent-haired woman. As she shut the cops up with a flash of her credentials, she approached the group and gave a half-ass introduction that still hadn’t said much about who she was.<br/><br/><strong>I’m not sure exactly what happened here, but I intend to find out. Go ahead, speak freely about what happened. I can already tell just from what you guys are wearing that this isn’t the usual case, and well, I’m STF for a reason. Weird is what we do.</strong><br/><br/>The knight; chef; whatever he was turned from the group and started walking back toward the restaurant. <br/><br/>“I’m out of here,” he bade. He had a sick mother to take care of and he would take his bike home wearing his ridiculous getup if he had to. There was still that suitcase of money that he had hidden in The Sake House. Out of all of his daily problems, he just wasn’t ready or willing to deal with this one.</span>