[h2]Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil[/h2]

Saber paused for a moment. It was true, her body did process food into prana. It was simply how Servants worked, though she did not share many of the other circumstances of other Servants. The King of Knights wondered if that was the reason her body was unfeminine. In the back of her mind, she heard Rin admonishing her for maintaining that belief. Certainly, Rin did disagree and felt that she was rather pretty... Saber frowned for a moment. Well... if that was how she felt, perhaps it was true? But there was a possibility that it was simply because Rin was her Master... And it was not a matter Saber usually put much thought into.

... Well, there was a clear option to take. She could quickly get a second opinion.

Gazing at Nono with the utmost seriousness in her eyes, as if this was a critically important manner, Saber began.

"Rin insists that I am, but I cannot be sure," she began, her tone as serious as her expression, "Nono, am I pretty?"

Meanwhile, the chef carefully watched as Gintoki counted his money, then gave a sift nod. Nope, there was no chance of being cheated here, this agent was a good customer! ... Unlike that one guy. He was a jerk. A big jerk. But this one seemed like he was fine. "Very well! I have to get back to the kitchen, see you!"

Her hat bobbing through the crowd, the chef hurried away.

The waiter nodded quickly. "I'll take you to your seat."

He turned on his heel and lead the spy towards an unoccupied table. Nearby was the agent that the head chef had just finished speaking with, Gintoki. "Someone will be right with you, sir."

With a smile and a firm nod, the waiter hurried off.

The figure, darting into the crowd, as surprised when they started parting. Mostly because of the odd pursuit rather than any respect for the royalty present, but it was unlikely it would appear that way. Glancing back over their shoulder, the figure unwisely took their eyes off of where they were going, and their foot caught one of the civilian's. Both the cloaked figure and the civilian went to the ground with a thud.

Packages of food, clearly hastily wrapped in the restaurant, came tumbling out of the figure's cloak and scattering across the floor.

[h2]Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)[/h2]

Marisa frowned, tucking the mini-Hakkero back beneath her hat. Aww, they didn't want her to blow a hole through the robot? But that would definitely get them in! ... Sure, it wasn't exactly subtle, but it was cool. That was what mattered, right? ... Well, okay, infiltration had to be sneaky sometimes, but still...

"Hmph, I guess you just don't want the flashy entrance..." the Perfectly Ordinary Witch shrugged, before following Misaka. Well, at least she was right about one thing, it looked like the place had all kinds of alternate entrances. None of them nearly as fun as blasting a hole in the side of the thing, but still, it wouldn't be too hard to get in if they were quick. Marisa glanced around, eyes peeled for anyone watching them. Well, if they were going to be secret, they had to do it quick. If the people here were anything like Voile's occupant, they'd be on the lookout for anyone trying to break in.

[h2]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h2]

Black Rock Shooter gritted her teeth as her blade clashed against her enemy's newly-formed weapon. As he pushed back, she lost a little ground, skidding back along the sands. However, the Otherself had certainly faced dangerous enemies before. She leaped back suddenly, in a bid to set her target off-balance when he was no longer pushing against something. Regardless of the outcome, her black katana snapped up swiftly as she prepared to either block or slash at the man in the dark armor. Internally, she contemplated changing to a single-handed style and calling Rock Cannon back...

But that could wait until she was certain of her enemy's next move and how she could counter it.

[h2]The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters[/h2]

The Leader paused for a moment, at the offer.

"... The mission to the UMMA [i]Tanngrisnir[/i], was mostly successful," she began, "However, there was a failure of one specific objective. There was no agent planted onboard the ship."

The Leader strode forward, approaching Cinder. "There is a device, a component to my war machine, on the world that ship is travelling to. However, it is difficult to infiltrate it or attack it head-on. If I hope to destroy the UMMA, I will need this object. Do you understand?"

[h2]???, the School[/h2]

The source of the fires wavered, and the flames themselves faded. A voice could be heard from the center, a rather irritated tone from the sound of things.

"Ah, damn, there was someone still alive in there?"

The source was a [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=735416]redheaded woman, wielding some kind of fiery pick[/url]. She rested the end of her pick on the ground, titling her head to the side as she did. It didn't seem like she'd expected anyone alive to be there, to say the least. "Well, shitty UMMA scanners prove it again. Kept saying you were, like, hell, I dunno, not here. Sorry about the whole 'nearly cooked you alive' thing."