<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/BunjiAvy_zpsrx4zqdxu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sagawa Bunji<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hiding -> Streets of Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Mercury Knight<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The conversation that the group was having with the robed maniac didn’t sound good. The villain liked to talk, and Bunji imagined that if he hadn’t forgotten his belt and had been there standing amongst him that he would have socked the guy in his flapping gums. That would teach him to talk so damn much.<br/><br/>Bunji’s brows rose when he heard what sounded like a struggle. Had they started fighting? He peeked around the corner in time to watch one of the heroes go flying.<br/><br/><em>Shit!</em> he thought. That guy had been stronger than he let on.<br/><br/>His eyes shrunk to the size of beads when he felt a whoosh of air next to him. Bunji’s head snapped in the man’s direction in time to feel him lay his bony hands on him, hands that shouldn’t even had been strong enough to lift him and toss him so easily.<br/><br/>“You bitch!” Bunji managed to growl, having never been a fan of those who would dare lay a hand on him. The curse hadn’t been a strong enough weapon to save him from being thrown into a parked car. The alarm went off as the car screamed in violation. The warrior had fallen face down once his body had rebounded off the door. His vision was blurry, his back and shoulders were splitting with pain. Baring his teeth, Bunji’s hand shakily slid across the concrete, trying to find purchase somewhere where he could attempt to get up. He tried lifting his shoulders, but the pain kept him down.<br/><br/><em>Fuck; this wasn’t supposed to happen</em>. He was a sitting duck, laying there injured and who knows if an ambulance was going to arrive. It just meant more medical bills and Matsumi would be worried sick or…she might have thought that he had gotten into fights again. This couldn’t be happening. How did he get involved in this shit?<br/><br/>Just then, Bunji felt something latch onto his back and invade his conscience. His mind and body began to be assaulted with horrible thoughts and feelings—anger…a wicked anger. The type that drove someone to kill. His own conscience was fighting the assault and he buried his forehead into the cement as he tried to resist the takeover.<br/><br/><em>Stop! Get out of my head!</em> Bunji mentally screamed.<br/><br/>Winking overhead was suddenly his belt, gleaming and shining its purifying rays on him. The tendril retracted from his back as though it were burned and Bunji sighed in relief when he felt the soothing light wash over his body, purging it of pain and suffering. Now having the strength to stand, Bunji sat up and snatched the buckle out of the air before it began to spark in his hand. Resting a hand against the dented car, Bunji stood and slowly walked around from behind it to see a man with a massive machine gun facing off the robed supervillain. He…recognized him…where?...Had it been in his dream?<br/><br/>Nox vanished immediately after the rest of the group dropped in. There were more he recognized and although hesitant, he started toward them.<br/><br/><strong>I know you’ve got a lot of questions…but let’s start with the obvious—anyone hurt and need healing?</strong><br/><br/>Bunji didn’t answer. He was feeling better otherwise he didn’t think he would have been able to walk over to the group that had gathered.<br/><br/>The man with the goggles who he had seen during the zombie fight seemed to be asking questions along the same lines that he would have asked, and he intended to listen to the answers.</span>