The river was an obstacle that Mark was not exactly fond of. While he had waded a stream or two in his time, those were always mostly clean. This one...yeah, even if there was a bridge going across he didn't want to risk it. Of course, before he had the opportunity to consider his options the dark energy wrapped around him and pulled him over. "Hey hey hey! Easy! That stuff looks bad, don't let go!" This really did feel like a really bad fever dream, and once they were all clear he'd adjust the Carry and finagle it back into its holster, seeing that it was going to be pretty useless.

That being said, with the people suddenly coming out of the water Mark couldn't help but bring his weapon up, preparing for the worst...and the worst was what he was going to have. Mark and Sean had always been confused as twins growing up, and while this man had shaggy hair and a partial beard there was an obvious connection. He had loaded another casing into his arm, the barrel swung out to take aim at him. "What the hell is this?" he says, his voice low and threatening as his eyes flicked towards the unconscious Sadako. "Get your hands up, Sean. Up! You so much as twitch a muscle, I swear to God!"

He glanced at the diving suit and with the hatch opened saw Vox. This was just as strange, and something about this whole situation didn't sit right. He remembered seeing Sadako and Vox at the festival, as well as everyone else here. Assuming these were all trapped in this world too then that meant that Sean was here in Tokyo...but they all more or less showed up in the same clothes they were already wearing. Why was Vox in a diving suit?

He'd move to try and interpose himself between Kei and Vox, looking at the diver while keeping the barrel of Rifle pointed at Sean. "Recall, if there's something hunting us then we can't be sure any of these people are real. We need to keep moving." There was no evidence to support this, only hunches. Vox's attire and Sean's presence were the only two red flags Mark had, and priorities had to be made. He didn't like the idea of abandoning Sadako, but if she were really trapped in this dreamscape then shouldn't she have dropped in with the rest of them?

Fanthes,Iphigenia Pavlina,lonewolf,Kei Hada, Meika Hijiri

tl;dr:

-Gets dragged across the river
-Loads up and threatens Sean
-Tries to put himself between Kei and Vox
-Makes a short case on the importance of moving forward

He tilted his head a little, smiling in response. "<Hey, jumping good is nothing to scoff at. Who knows if you are stuck in a life-or-death basketball game and everything hinges on what you can do?>" Mark was proof that you didn't need a powerful quirk to be a hero, and the same could be said about his father. While most kids in UAU had potent quirks in some way or another, there were those that also relied more on their wits and what gear they could get their grubby mits on. It was why he tested them as hard as he did; power means nothing if you couldn't use it effectively.

"<Best way to describe it is I'm a seer. I have no real control over it, but I can sometimes see events I'm involved in.>" This in particular was not a total lie. He was fairly good at prediction when he needed to be, but all he could really do was see into the past. Even then it wasn't all that far back. "<Gets me with that deja vu feeling whenever I experience it. Not exactly the most helpful thing in the world, especially when you're staring down the barrel of a gun.>"

Kokoro,

That was something you didn't see everyday. Mark didn't know much about Hada, but those shadows...those were familiar.

There was too much happening at once, and not enough time to execute everything at once. He brought his gun up to his lips, locking his teeth around the back of the slide best he could as he reached down and picked up some of the casings. God, all of this was hot! He didn't know where he was, but he really hoped that this wouldn't be permanent. Glancing up at the big hand he ripped part of his shirt and felt along his arm...and upon finding a strange crevice he shoved one of the casings into it. No damn clue if this will work, but something's gotta be done. He brought the barrel up, tilting his head over to try and get a sight picture...or as good of one as he could. He lined up on the hand, right as it started to close it's fingers around Iphi, and fired.

The casing flew at speed, but it wasn't what it could have been. All Mark saw was a chunk of the wrist vanish, and the hand beginning to fall to the side. He tried to speak, but his other weapon was doing a good job of making him unintelligible. Taking it in his left hand again he'd start to run, opening his jaw to get everything to work. "Ow! Hot! Let's get going before things really go sideways!"

Fanthes,Iphigenia Pavlina,lonewolf,Kei Hada,

tl;dr:
-Put gun in mouth and picked up casings
-Used the Rifle to shoot at the hand
-started to run to try and chase Kei

Mark wasn't much of an academic, but he did read on occasion. Nothing intensive, but something to keep his brain stimulated during some points of loneliness. While he saw memories as a movie reel, to him the gestalt was like a book. In order to ground himself he always looked at the last page, the last memory, so when he went to the start he'd have a sense of where he was at.

Morgana was no different, but the moment he looked it was like a shard of ice was shoved into his brain. His body tensed as the scene unfolded, the fear coursing through him. He tried to shut it off, but that involved moving his hand off their paper and he was frozen. The moment the knife plunged his breath hitched, slumping forward for a moment. The coldness, the emptiness...

He sucked in a breath the moment the memory lapsed, yanking his hand back as he made an attempt to process. Different things about it made him question the extent of his quirk...he had spent little time in California, but based on some of the things...Something about this ain't right. To an extent, the only person he had to blame was himself. There was a firebrand he had a fling with in South Dakota that once questioned him why he didn't use it more often to try and find and eliminate as much crime as possible once she learned of his gifts. It was one of the reasons for their split as they had vastly differing philosophies. The fact of the matter is, Mark both did not and could not know everything about a person, and using it carelessly carried consequences. This was such a time.

He leaned back in his chair, all color devoid in his face as he covered his mouth. His stomach was churning and the room itself was spinning. He had a witty retort, but it was now gone. His other hand patted his chest, his brain tricked into thinking he actually did get stabbed. "give...Give me a moment..." he mutters.

Morgana Moriarty,

"As long as we have evidence that this guy has been handling it," Mark says, glancing over at Iphi. "I've got some stuff on me to make a makeshift sling for that, as well as some gloves. This hasn't gone according to plan-"

"Oh, really?" Sinbad smirks, looking at Mark. "You know neither of you will make it out of here alive, right? Got my boys covering this place front and back."

The sound of a hammer being pulled back echoed in the small space with Mark giving him a deadpan look. "I'm being serious. Two inches might not be much, but I promise you you'll miss it." The man's face drained of all color, his back leaning against the booth.

"Sorry, the middle of my sentence was interrupting the beginning of his," he says, turning back to Iphi. "To be perfectly honest, was just gonna buy this and go home. Take care of his friends in the morning. Want my other to keep him covered so I can work on this? If he's tipping his hand like this then I've got no choice but to drag him in." If Iphi agreed he'd hand her the Carry, making a small joke about how it's "set to kill" before getting to work on the sling, ensuring his own prints weren't contaminating the weapon any more than he already had. "I appreciate your help in all this. Hopefully next time we can do something more exciting."

Iphigenia Pavlina

China? That was interesting. He had a lot of questions about that, but he could save them for later. If he didn't know any better, this lady was almost as well-traveled as he was. "<So far, yeah. This particular case I can't get into, but know that it's been a struggle.>" Maybe that'd be enough to satisfy her for now. Sean was still out there, and with the trail as cold as it was...

Mark would pull out a chair for Kokoro, indicating for her to sit. "<Short version, I'm an instructor for UAU. While there are a lot of international kids, everyone in some way, shape, or form need to know Japanese. Besides, I've found it's just one good way to exercise the tongue.~>" He'd throw in a wink in the process before pushing her in, taking a seat opposite of her. "<A lead, huh? I can't imagine that being easy, and it's something I can sympathize with. Especially with a place as big as China.>" A pause. "<That does suggest you found where the trail ended there, at least. Even if it was a dead end.>" That was the problem when tracking particulars down. You think you're onto something, but in all the time and effort to follow things up, spend sleepless nights attempting to extrapolate, only for it to end in failure. Did make him wonder what she was looking for exactly.

The waitress would come by, and Mark would order himself some water; something to keep himself hydrated for an extended conversation.

Kokoro