Red meets Blue

As Daruma walked towards the Ogre, he made eye contact for a moment. The Ogre had seen him, no doubt. But before Daruma could wave to say hello, he watched as the Red Ogre leaped into the air and slammed onto the roof of a building, zipping off into the distance. Eager to find out why, Daruma leapt after him. Speeding after him, Daruma watched him turn back and shouted out to him as he struggled to keep up. "Duuuude, why are you running?"

Having had enough of the running, Daruma focused his vision on his target, and leapt into the air, shifting his body around and locking his arms into place. He'd intentionally pull his punches so that it wouldn't do much to hurt him, but he'd restrain him long enough to get to the bottom of this. "LOCK!" An almost invisible wave of psychic energy flew at violent speeds towards the Ogre and would latch onto his muscles and hold his body still if the energy connected.

Just at the last moment, the Ogre pulled out something. A... bag? The bag swallowed the energy of Daruma's technique and he took a moment to take this information in. He'd never seen something like it before, but something about the bag seemed incredibly familiar. He watched as the Red Ogre safely tumbled and sat down on a concrete roof, speaking directly to him. Wait a minute; what was this guy talking about?

"Ogre Police?"

Daruma took another moment of thought before he would explain himself. Why would he think Daruma was police? Was this guy a criminal...? OH. Daruma facepalmed for a moment as he remembered and recognized the bag. The Bag of Fujin was a famous artifact, how had he not recognized it? Well, Daruma wasn't a member of the Police so he guessed he didn't really have to do anything to this guy. Not yet anyway.

"Woah woah woah." He held his hands up in front of him. "I'm not a member of the Police! I'm just here on Earth for business and leisure reasons. Relax!" He gestured to the bag. "Unless you're doing something crazy like unleashing ghosts on all of these people here, or trying to do something dangerous, I don't care much about what you do with that bag."

Though, he did see this as an opportunity. This guy seemed tough - and Daruma had been in the mood for a good spar all day. Plus this could be another chance to get some more interest in his squad if the fight went well. "I might have to do something though... Unless we can make a deal?" A little smirk covered his face. "If you can give me a good fight, I'll let you go. Sound good?"