**Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Cargo Hold, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** Dlanor good not help but incline her head slightly to the side. Passions...? Oh, in spite of her youthful appearance, she could make a guess at what that meant. Even if she had never known about it, it was difficult working under her previous summoner without gaining some kind of knowledge of such things. Dlanor idly wondered what that girl was doing at the moment. She was a friend. Who was in dire need of some serious punishment, but Dlanor simultaneously did not see this getting in the way of friendship. Still, Dlanor was unsure of why this was the subject on what was apparently a robot's mind, or why it was directed at herself. The Inquisitor of Heaven was a 'child'. A child who was chronologically quite an adult, but this still perplexed her. ... As did many of the other things the massive construction proceeded to ramble along about. Dlanor decided it was a good time to swiftly step in and explain just what was actually occurring here. "I believe you are mistaken," she began, "This is the UMMA vessel _TANNGRISNIR_. It is not associated with an 'inquisition' beyond my INVOLVEMENT. I do not believe I am the form of Inquisitor you are familiar WITH. I have reason to suspect that you have recently been inadvertently transported from your universe of ORIGIN." --- **??? - Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** The intruder crept forward, slowly raising his handgun. Yes, it was close now, so very close... he'd even seen agents go this way. He'd just need one, he was certain, as he slipped along the wall. Closer and closer... The communications line Blake had contacted swiftly responded back. "Permission to engage. We'll have agents on your position as soon as possible. Stop them and find out what they're doing." --- **Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** As Sabina started prattling on _yet again_, all 410 could do was let out a long, exasperated groan. Sure, 00 was too polite to say anything and getting 45 to complain would be like pulling teeth, but she wasn't going to stay quiet. Grabbing the surprised pink-haired bunnygirl and spinning her around in her seat, 45 leaned back to rest her head on the squirming, embarrassed girl. She was like some kind of pillow, really. "Jeez, you've lectured us about that stuff _every day_, nyeh!" she began, rolling her crimson eyes as 45 quivered behind her. It was kind of like some sort of exceptionally soft massage chair. "I'm surprised you haven't talked Jiggles here to sleep. I know I'm tired of hearing it and the boss is just too polite to say anything!" "4-4-410," 45 interjected, trembling, "Sh-she c-can talk if sh-she wa-..." All the Chiester Sisters stared blankly as the light grew and then faded, leaving a blue-haired twintailed girl behind. Even 45 had stopped trembling, and was more staring in confusion than anything. "... Nyeh?" 00 attempted to refocus and cleared her throat. "We... did not receive communications...." --- **The Restaurant District, Yggdrasil** Needless to say, the mass amounts of commotion that had resulted from first the huge amount of food purchased and then all the yelling from a rather large and impossibly unsubtle man had drawn quite the crowd. They gathered around, as the girl at the counter frantically waved her arms in an effort to calm him down. [She had short, black hair, glasses, and seemed like she was likely still in high school](http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1406449). This job was probably a part-time thing she had taken on Yggdrasil, and was hardly anything that prepared her for... this. "You... well, you kind of need to use one of the converters! We... can't accept money in this form on Yggdrasil..." she was somewhat frantic. How did someone miss the converters?! She thought they were at any entrance... Yggdrasil had its own currency for convenience's sake, and there were plenty of devices in place to convert money to and from Yggdrasil Marks. The crowd certainly did not notice the figure in the corner. Completely shrouded in a jacket and hat, darkness cloaking their face. The brought out a small, dark device and raised it to their ear.