Capacity Down? That was something he hadn't expected to hear about outside of the Skill-Out grapevine. Bit exciting, honestly, to be present for the infamous Anti-Esper device's grand return, but it'd probably have been a whole lot better had he, Onodera Nagamasa, not been, you know, an Esper and attempting (and totally failing) to ignore the lancing pain in his mind. Man, it was like goddamned ([i]do not take the name of God in vain yes mother I know I know[/i]) lightning to the head, and it felt worse than that time he suffered a migraine a few years ago. So here he was, stuck outside a department store with some gun-brandishing punks, a skull that was gonna split, and no drugs to relieve it.

This was a real shitty day.

Those Big Spider guys had been pretty good or something, even managing to stall the ol'Railgun with that thing these punks were waving around. So going straight-up [i]Hidden Boundary[/i] on their asses was out of the question. Shit, he just wanted to hit something. His head was a real bitch and the cold brick he was sitting against wasn't really comfortable for a guy whose brains were probs leaking. Nagamasa didn't really know if they were or not, but whatever could fuck around with whatever the PAP did to him and everybody else currently being hit with pain up the wazoo wasn't something he wanted to stay around for.

He probably should've stolen a gun or some crap like that. Academy City wasn't Japan, after all. Could've somehow circumvented those strictass firearm laws, if this fucker with the .50 was any sign. And ugh that poor girl. All that blood and brains on the ground? Nasty.

He ain't being a hero just to turn his beautiful face into smush.

And he was only starting to like the day, yaknow?