<i>Superpowered, huh? Ichijo would open his briefcase, looking over its contents. It contained 24 bullets packed in foam. He closes it after another inspection. It should last him through three, maybe four encounters.</i> &quot;Always nice to meet someone who appreciates the police, even if a bit condescending...&quot; <i>He'd finish muttering that sentence, and flash a quick thumbs up.</i> &quot;I guess it's going to start soon.&quot; <i>Staring at the two gathered in the ring, he'd turn the chair to face the action. Should the masked man be credible, he shouldn't need to interfere.</i>

<i>A middle aged man clad in a beige overcoat wanders into the establishment, clearly a little confused at the motley group chattering inside. One could have heard his car roll up outside, so clearly he has a commodity as rare as that. It is a classic vehicle, with strange lights blinking on the dash. He seems to be holding a silver briefcase, which is certainly smaller than average.</i> &quot;A gym, huh? One that openly endorses fighting no less...&quot; <i>His eyes mainly settle on the man in very unique clothing, if it could be called that. He'd hold his tongue for now, seeing as he'd certainly seen stranger, and certainly more imposing foes. Perhaps he was his own warrior, not unlike someone he knew...</i> &quot;Excuse me, sir.&quot; <i>This comment would be directed at the man clad in spider themed attire.</i> &quot;You wouldn't happen to be the owner of this establishment, would you? If so, I have a couple questions I'd like to ask.&quot;

<i>The man seems to perk his ears up at the name Spider-Man, not perceptibly from a distance, but they do. He retrieves a small leather wallet from his jacket and opens it to reveal a golden police badge. He'd heard most of what he'd needed to know</i> &quot;Ichijo, Nagano police. I was hoping to find some information about the police here, they don't seem to be present at all. This was the only building with lights on in the vicinity, so I'm sure you understand. It goes without saying this isn't the world I know, so I'll skip to the chase. Is there any sort of police force here, or is crime non-existent?&quot; <i>He puts his badge back into his pocket, moving something out of the way to make room. He takes a seat at the bar, eyeing the others around him.</i> &quot;I only ask because until I return to where I came from, I intend to keep peace, and in order to do that, I will need my equipment restocked.&quot; <i>He retrieves a phone from his waist pocket, and as he already knew, no signal.</i> &quot;Don't let me keep you from your, erm, fight I suppose. I'll be more than happy to ask others who aren't busy.&quot;