Mark let out a noise as the scene played out, removing the last casing from his rifle and moving to reload. "Two outta three ain't bad," he mutters, though he was clearly disappointed. He only managed to knock out one student, though it was possible that the one that remained was likely to get himself "killed". Although...Farrin hadn't gotten to where he's at just based on his luck. He had a level of skill that was above most other first years, and that was saying something. Maybe, in the future, it would be better to test some other things with the student. Either way, that was down the line. Better to figure out a way to get him knocked out now than later.

The explosions the mines caused weren't confined to just Farrin. Some of the other upperclassmen had also managed to penetrate deep into the territory as well, and once he laid eyes on the building in question Farrin would see two other students standing huddled on either side to the entrance. One looked fairly shell-shocked, and the other had a look of consternation upon his face, almost like he was mentally preparing himself.

Farrin

As Demura began to brief him he'd let himself get into the work mindset. Or at least as close as possible; he'd find it hard not being able to not let his sarcasm or other witty remarks stay bottled up during this particular case. <"Well, if it's a mind altering quirk then this might be harder than you think,"> he says, walking along and glancing around the hallways as they moved towards the holding room. <"If he's been locked up in someone's basement for more than a week then determining how they're kidnapping kids will be hard. Full disclosure, I can only see somewhere in the ballpark of the last three days.">

He'd look over at his associate, raising an eyebrow. <"How long ago was he brought in? And how many kidnappers did you run into?"> A pause, before tacking on: <"Right, and mind if I get a copy of the report? Something I can skim over? Depending on what I can get or not, might have to resort to conventional means. If there's some kind of blocker in place details might be few and far between.">

Demura Kano

Mark just stared. He stared for a long time. The nonchalance that Marlene exhibited with a loaded gun pointed at her, not to mention staring down the barrel, just emphasized how much of a problem it would be to teach her how to use a gun. Immediately removing his finger from the trigger guard he turned to set the gun down on the table, taking a deep breath. "Okay, Marlene, I don't know if this is because no one ever taught you this sort of thing or...I don't know, programmed? Before I can teach you anything about guns, I have to first teach you about gun safety. There is no gun knowledge without knowledge of operating a gun safely. And I am going to assume you're immune to three-eighty, which is why you didn't flinch at all with a loaded gun pointed at you."

He took a deep breath, centering himself. Okay, calm down, Mark. This will be okay. One step at a time. "First of all, every gun is loaded. And I mean every gun. You see a bunch of guns hanging up in a storefront, they're loaded. The revolver sitting in your mom's nightstand? Loaded. The hunting rifle sitting in your uncle's gun case? Loaded. Some wackjob from America pulls one on you in the middle of a classroom at school? You bet your ass that it's loaded." He points at the handgun sitting on the desk. "Until you pull back the slide or open the bolt of any firearm, and you check the breech yourself to make sure there is no cartridge sitting there, every gun is loaded. Capice?

Marlene Lovechild

Kidnapping cases weren't as frequent here as they were back home. Mark always wondered why that was the case. Maybe because there were taboos that the rich and powerful didn't dabble in? Or maybe home lives weren't as awful and divorce rates were not as severe, causing one parent or another not to jump ship with the kid. Or maybe there weren't as many deranged stalkers that kidnapped women. But that was all bullshit because the only different between Japan and home was the culture; human nature was still the same. Regardless, a coworker had reached out for help in regards to a case he was working on. It felt weird, having a coworker. Mark always had a liaison of sorts when working with the police or a point of contact with an actual hero agency, but a coworker? Gross. Made him feel icky...that and it threw off the Lone Wolf vibe.

But a job was a job, so he showed up to the station. The hero in question, Dauntless, was someone that Mark wasn't too familiar with. There might have been a story he read about back home regarding an exploit, but he couldn't remember. It didn't matter, either, as he signed in and began to walk towards the back, finally spotting the man. <"So, should we have some chit chat before we get started, or do you wanna jump straight into it?"> Mark fired off in English first, Midwestern accent present and his hat missing with a smile on his face. His hands in his pockets to the chagrin of the officers around him. He didn't look much like a hero, looking more like he walked in from a long road trip than anything else. But he was willing to see what he could do.

Demura Kano

The request gave him pause, holding the hat in both hands as he looked at her. Now, he had found that while there was a small group of Japanese people that were into anything Western and a smaller few that had taken up the shooter, such things were few and far between. Most Japanese people hadn't even seen a live firearm, let alone had an interest in owning or shooting one. Mark attributed this to the fact that she wasn't human, which made the red flag that was flying in front of his face all the more crimson.

"You want to learn how to use firearms. And you're asking me." He couldn't help but feel like there was a setup. With another pause he'd start to look around the room, trying to pinpoint where exactly the hidden camera might be. "Most heroes tend to not look into training in guns, relying more on quirk and wit. And I don't mean any offense, but I don't think there are many laws on file that allow androids to carry. Before I answer any of your questions...why?"

Marlene Lovechild

Mark turned to look at the person addressing him, memory jogging a little as he placed the face to the name. "Marlene. Hi there!" He was polite, but internally he was creeped out. Her situation was not unfamiliar to him, and while he could get used to her demeanor and the like her appearance was what disturbed him. Too much like one of those old china dolls. And he already had one experience recently that tangentially involved one of those.

He'd set the eraser down once finished, moving over to the desk as he reached for his hat. "I have a busy schedule, but I think I can spare a few minutes. What questions did you have?" Him being "busy" was a little misleading, but his hope was that she'd catch on that he didn't want to stay in this conversation for long so he could get back to the important things in life. Namely the piece of apple pie he had stowed away in the lounge fridge.

Marlene Lovechild

Today was a rarity for the day. He was late for his own lecture, but the hero known as Lone Wolf had hosted one of his infamous classes. As in, a class within a classroom. The topic: how not to be seen. This was one of those that would be better off in the field, but there was a method to the madness. One exercise detail what was expected, followed by a class on techniques and the like that the kids could utilize in the future, followed by the next three classes in the field to apply what they learned in various circumstances. A lot of this madness was because Mark himself was a high school dropout and he didn't put much stock into academia as a whole, and most of what he learned was either from his dad or from experience. It was a great way to give the kids whiplash, but seeing as other teachers also weighed heavily on field exercises he felt justified in his approach.

The lecture was short, but got the point across: hang low, know line of sight and how angles work, understand how line of sight could be extended and how to utilize the environment to your advantage. It was a lot of knowledge to cram into a small period of time, but at the very least the class could take notes, research, and practice on their own time. He couldn't spoon feed them everything. And so he'd start to clean up his class space, wiping down the whiteboard as he debated how he was going to run the next class.

Marlene Lovechild