If Mark was being honest with himself, he hated McDonalds. From the atmosphere to the employees to the food, it was the absolute worst. Granted, this particular one was nice and clean and people cared about the service and the burgers were decent, but there was no personality. That, and these burgers were not as good as ones thrown over an open fire. All of these were evils he had to bear, unfortunately.

For once, he was dressed up professionally. Suit, tie, full nine yards. This particular job caught his interest, and as it was the best lead he had he decided to jump on it. And, against all professional standards, he texted Kokoro so that she'd join him. Obviously telling her to dress a tad more professional, using the specific wording: "Pretend you're a fed." He'd keep a few details to himself, but he explained the jist: he wanted a little bit of backup investigating a white collar place nearby. Real estate firm, specifically. There were obviously some risks in doing what he was doing, but he'd swallow them with pride. If things weren't ever going sideways for him, then was he ever truly doing things in Lone Wolf style?

Once she arrived he looked her over up and down, smiling. "Damn. Guess I'll have to get all my flirting out of the way before we take the walk over," he says, sitting up. "You want anything? I hate this place, but I can't tell if it's because it's not as awful as the original, or Japan got a better deal than the entire first half of my childhood."

Kokoro

"Depends on the gun," he says, shrugging. "Something like a 44 magnum can easily do that. Depending on what you use, at most I'll have you on nine mil." He set his own gun down, looking over at her. How did he explain a concept like that? Consider...consider your muscles like bowstrings, and your bones like a bow. When you draw a bow back, no matter how strong you are you're going to struggle keeping that bow steady. You can achieve high accuracy with it, but you're still introducing high tension into the system." It didn't a lot of sense out loud. He might be a teacher, but he sucked at this.

"If you tense up too much, you're introducing those same shakes into your body. A gun is a precision instrument, a tool. An extension of your body. You can't be accurate or consistent if you're shaking due to tension. You know you're too tense if you shake while aiming, if you pull your shots, or struggle to maintain a sight picture." To him shooting was as easy as breathing to him...but what if the student in question was nervous? Oh shit, don't tell him she was getting nervous. He could not handle that, not at all.

"You want to keep a level of tension in your hands and arms. Easiest way I know to do that is to keep a firm grip on the gun. Not limp wristing it or having a death grip, but firm. Think of it as...controlling the recoil. The moment you pull the trigger the gun's first instinct is to move backwards. Because of the mechanics of your arm and the physics of levers, it will also want to go up. But you don't want that, you want a good sight picture." He set a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze; a little rough, but to demonstrate a point. "Your arms are connected to your shoulders. Even if you have a rifle in hand, you want to keep these relaxed. Tension here both affects your arms, which are doing the work, and your breathing. Taking a deep breath helps your body reset and relax, and being in a more relaxed state helps with accuracy and consistency." He wanted to add in, Shoot with your mind, not your hand. but that might go over her head.

Yanai Yoko

With Ryota going off into the crowd again Mark decided to circle to another part of the bar, a little bit more away from people. He would pop one of the pieces of ice in his mouth, crunching on it as he set the glass on the counter. "Whiskey, neat." With the number of people here, he didn't quite feel like mingling. Even if there was another cowgirl here. And in truth, he still had to give Iphi his pitch, even if he was outsourcing some of the work to someone outside the system.

Maybe that thing during Dreamworld was bothering him again. Picking up his glass once more, he took a sip as he thought about it. He was no stranger to rabble rousing, but he couldn't get into it. Maybe it was because there were too many peers here that he felt out of place. Whatever the reason, he'd stay out of the way.

Matsu,Matsu:starlingsoul,lonewolf,Penny ✾,Stellar,Kazashi McCoy,Shirayuki Mai,Ryota Hada,

He rolled his eyes, at least to the best of his ability. "I'm aware of the taboo, yeah." Something he didn't state too often, especially in front of his peers, was his view of the law. There was the Letter, where every 'i' and every 't' was dotted. No matter who it was, they were subject to the law and any deviancy was to be punished. However, there was the Spirit of the law, something that he preferred to go by; not every act of deviancy was out of malice or rebellion, and each case had to be taken with what was right over what was the law.

This was made this newfound relationship (which he was going to ignore) so dangerous. He was aware of the consequences if they got caught.

"Regardless what the Association thinks, I'm a guest here. My goal is to find Sean, and anything else I do here is just something to pass the time." He sits up a little, pressing his lips together. "Obviously, I can't do anything like cover up your crimes or run interference. I can try to track down anyone with any time abilities, so long as they aren't one of my students. I don't think it's wise to go back in time to change things, but it's not my place to tell you what to do 'cause I ain't your dad." He takes a breath, letting his hand rest on her thigh. "In return, I want your help tracking down Sean. I have access to some of the best resources in the world, but heroes are constrained by the law. So long as no one ends up dead, any information you can turn out would help."

Kokoro

"Well, you know what they say, ladies find scars attractive," he says, letting a smile to cross his face. "Unfortunately, most of mine are psychological. Not as sexy."

Seeing as there wasn't any other way to get around he, it was best he just take the plunge. "My brother is responsible for at least sixteen murders. Including our father's." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "There were lots of signs. His quirk was...is dangerous. I could go into a lot of detail 'bout our upbringing, but the short version is he wanted the power to change things." He stopped, unsure just how much more he should give.

"That lady sounds like she was a selfless woman," he says, continuing the massage lightly. "But going back in time...I feel like there's a lotta movies and stuff that say that's a bad idea." But that was when it hit him: if she was a traveler, and this happened when she was a kid..."I feel like I'm going to get slapped for this, but how old are you again?"

Kokoro