He'd be waiting? Where? These were the things that Colin's brain latched onto, along with the way the black-clad giant seemed intent to keep posession of his ruined costume even should it bring on a hunt. Of course, a pack of civilians would be no match for this captain of the Negaverse. Nothing less than a group of senshi of comparable rank seemed likely to find success in taking down the aptly named Titan.

Again, his apathy showed through; he truly did not care. Whether Titan decided to run off with the shirt as token or with him as tribute to his Liege, the blond dancer was like a rag doll with only eyes that moved once his hand dropped back to his lap.

Even after he vanished from the stage and some of the braver ballerinas went to see the unconscious September, after Thombley got up and called for an ambulance, he simply sat where he'd been placed, mind spinning with hows, whys and - most of all - what the ********>. Paramedics came and took the Ballet Master off and argued to take the dancer as well, but he waved them off. He was fine. Sort of.

I guess I'm going monster hunting, if I want answers.

Ivynian
I think you are right, this is fin. Sadness party at my place!