@Minder@Flamelord



After making his way off of the ship Kanji enters the museum just in time to see someone teleport away. Where did he go? BANG! Kanji ducks behind a pillar and watches as Cinder flips though the air and then snaps her fingers to call big wolf creatures to her side. Kanji rushes over to Blakes side, gets in a fighting pose by raising his steel plate and facing Cinder. "I got your back."

"Very well," Dlanor said, her catlike smile growing, as the thoughts of their deaths filled her mind, "As an executioner of heaven, I will stop at nothing to kill YOU."

With that, she erupted forward, the red haze around her feet igniting for a moment before she landed on the ground and sprinted the rest of the way towards Kiba. He was still the main target, as he had at the moment used the widest-area attack. Therefore, he should die first to prevent harm to any civilians.

Yes, he was, at the moment, the first victim of Dlanor's Execution.

As much as Kiba would like an extended close quarters combat, he still has to take into account practically everything else going on. He might as well attempt to be practical. From his left palm came two dark red blasts of energy, aimed not at her, but at the ground. The blasts threw up dust and debris. He then darts forward and at the last moment, dashes to his left and maneuvers around to get behind her. He lunges forward with his blade pointing toward his opponent. It was a rather obvious tactic, admittedly, but hopefully something that would give him the initiative.

Saber paused for a moment when Gintoki spoke up. Yes... if she had not been preoccupied, she would indeed have proceeded to the site of the murder and attempted to discern what had happened, and stop the killer if they were still present. But here, she knew another agent would find out... and for now, well, to be so directly summoned by the council, it had to have been some important matter. There was no denying it. An agent had quite a bit of freedom, but a council summon meant that only a serious matter was occurring.

At the end of the hallway, the triangular door slide open. Within, was the council chamber. Every agent had meant the council directly. They were figures from across the multiverse, many former agents themselves, who had made their way to the council in service of the UMMA. Ideally, they governed the Agency as a military intended to prevent harm rather than a governing body. Their only offer to the administrated worlds was protection. Resources were obtained by the founding worlds of the UMMA, the riches of multiple universes handily providing even for such a huge organization. Universes could also volunteer their services, in much the way that an agent could volunteer. This was the reason why some places had UMMA bases or mining operations even if they were not the founding universe.

There were times when the system had failed, when extremists with totalitarian ideals had ascended to the council and attempted to conquer rather then offer protection, for what they believed was the greater good. However, the current council was respectable and dedicated to the ideals held by the UMMA.

To offer protection, to interfere only when absolutely necessary, to leave administrated worlds protected, but free.

There were dozens of members. The most recognizable was an elderly man, who appeared well into his nineties. Tadroth of Lodria, he was called, and in reality he was far older then that. He had sharp blue eyes and a long grey beard, with weathered-looking skin. He was the oldest member of the council as of now. Beside him to the right sat an older woman, in her sixties, with a thing build, dark eyes, and graying black hair. Her name was Moira Adelforth. Finally, the third of the most public of the councilers was a much younger-looking figure, an almost ethereal white-haired girl. She was a being drawn from the Akashic Records of a long-dead world, and went simply by the name of Monument.

There was, however, another figure, standing central to the room. Saber paused for a moment. She recognized the Councilers, yes, but who was this? She looked like a child. Saber knew not to assume based on her appearance, but still, who was she? A blonde(her hair almost as pale as Monument's) young girl, with deeply pale skin, crimson eyes, and an elaborate dress...

"Ah, welcome, loyal agents of the UMMA," began Tadroth, his withering voice still filled with a deeper strength, "We have called you here for an important mission. We believe that this girl's world may hold something of vital importance to our conflict with the terrorist organization, Shadow Eternity. I will allow her to explain, first."

The girl gave him a quick smile and stepped forward. In that moment, Saber caught a glimpse of something that made her realize exactly what the girl was. A pair of sharp little fangs.

"Hello," the girl began, holding her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, "I'm grateful to Mister Tadroth for letting me talk, but he got some things wrong! I'm no mere girl..."

Her smile grew as she straightened, still clasping her hands behind her back, "I am Queen Isabella Danielle Valeria Katherine Tepes, Monarch of the Dark World of Nox, and I have need of the loyal Knights of the UMMA!"

For a few moments, there was silence. Saber took a small breath before speaking her confusion. After all, well...

"I am afraid I am the only knight present," she said, simply. Truly, she was still unsure of why any of them had been selected, but it seemed as if the girl had only wanted knights... For what reason did she only desire knights? Why is that all a vampire would want? Was it because of her nature as royalty?

The Queen Tepes pouted, crossing her arms across her chest, "I was trying to make it sound more dramatic then just 'agents'. Don't take it so seriously! Hmph."



Well, that was that! Hah, Kakine was even helping her get away clean! This was going to be a pretty awesome theft... when she could figure out how to make this thing fly, at least. She quickly followed Misaka, and watched as the other girl activated some kind of moving floor. That seemed to be the secret to flight! It launched Misaka off into the distance, and from what Marisa could tell the other girl was now flying manually. The problem was getting to that herself, she definitely couldn't fly on her own and use this at the same time, so she figured that the suit's flying thingies would have to kick in... or something. She didn't know how it worked.

Still, stepping onto the moving floor was pretty awesome. It just launched her right on forward! ... And now she was in the air... and... and not falling!

... It wasn't unfamiliar to the Perfectly Ordinary Witch, of course, and to be frank it felt a bit clunky to her compared to flying on her own. But still, she got to take the suit out with her, and now she was quickly flying after Misaka.



Black Rock Shooter paused for a moment when she heard the girl mention a gate. Yes... that meant that she could leave, and continue to pursue Dead Master. It also meant that these others would be safe, and would no longer need any aid. The otherself could easily continue her mission without any hesitation. She turned away from the oasis and approached, her incredibly pale skin almost seeming to glow in the light of the sun. As hot as it was, the black-haired girl did not feel anything more then severely uncomfortable. The sun could not harm her skin, as she was not a normal living thing. The embodiments of emotions and psyche simply did not follow the same rules as many other beings did.

The blonde girl thought deeply for a few moments. It was difficult for her to recall, but...

"... I... think... it was made of metal? And it was... deeper inside... Under... I was brought here through it, because they wanted to... something," she frowned for a moment, and shrugged, "... If where I was... was underground... maybe the gate's underground too?"



Dlanor was unimpressed when the armored man attempted to use a debris cloud to block her vision. Of course, she had dealt with similar tactics before. She had even had her eyes cut out on one occasion. Even if the Red Key suffered under more limitations outside of her home universe, there was no way such a simple scheme would halt her execution. If she had guessed properly, his next attack would likely come from behind.

Sure enough, as the Executioner of Heaven turned, there he was, leaping towards her with a blade outstretched. Dlanor swiftly raised her golden arm, and there was a clang as the gauntlet struck the blade to deflect it. Without pause, she raised the Red Key and thrust the crimson blade of energy towards him, aiming for his midsection.

Dlanor could not help it, her catlike smile spread into a grin.



"... Ah."

The Leader took a deep breath, and rose from her seat. This was... somewhat awkward, she had to confess. Shadow Eternity's recruitment strategies generally ran along lines of 'whoever is willing and unlikely to be bothered if they have to use extreme force to achieve their objective', and with all the Leader's duties she had not personally met everyone who worked under her. This was an awkward moment where, well, it was clear the ork was expecting something far different than herself.

"I apologize for having not met you personally," she began, "But the individual you seek is me. I am the Leader of Shadow Eternity."

Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World

Dlanor was unimpressed when the armored man attempted to use a debris cloud to block her vision. Of course, she had dealt with similar tactics before. She had even had her eyes cut out on one occasion. Even if the Red Key suffered under more limitations outside of her home universe, there was no way such a simple scheme would halt her execution. If she had guessed properly, his next attack would likely come from behind.

Sure enough, as the Executioner of Heaven turned, there he was, leaping towards her with a blade outstretched. Dlanor swiftly raised her golden arm, and there was a clang as the gauntlet struck the blade to deflect it. Without pause, she raised the Red Key and thrust the crimson blade of energy towards him, aiming for his midsection.

Dlanor could not help it, her catlike smile spread into a grin.

I guess it really was too obvious.

He twisted his body around to avoid the thrust and as he was doing so, he attempts to deliver a spinning backfist aimed right for her temple with his left fist, turning his dodge into a counterattack. This needs to end quick, otherwise the likelihood of another sneak attack would increase with every second this goes on.

A small part of Dlanor's mind wondered how the armored man could jerk his body in such a way to make that maneuver possible. But the rest was preoccupied with his impending death, the execution she was certain would be arriving soon. There were other enemies nearby, but for now she was focused on her current opponent. She would systematically kill them starting with this one. Has his fist hurtled towards her hand, she raised her golden hand, and the armor clanked as she latched onto his fist. He would have to be smarter then that to manage to harm her.

"This inquisition is approaching its END!"

With that, she swung her hand downwards to fling him towards the ground, enough force behind her throw to make him crash to the ground and crack the tiles beneath him. In the same motion, she raised up the Red Key and prepared to swing it down and bisect the armored man with a single stroke.

"That... is a throne necessary to Shadow Eternity's plans to destroy all of the multiverse. I'm putting what to do with it to a vote, but... I think we owe them for killing 662221. So I know how I'm voting now."

Originally, his plan had been to use it to draw the forces of Shadow Eternity to Freddy's using the unique properties of entering this universe. The endless supply of mooks, most equal to a soldier (and many equal to a superhuman) from any universe would overwhelm them, while the leader's tactical suicide would lead to losing most of her men. Now though, he was going to vote for its summary destruction.

"662221 deserved better. As for Hasse, he's probably at one of those Jizz clubs. The music genre, I mean, not the- uh, anyway, 096 is probably trying to sneak into a theme park or something. Loves him some roller coasters. I'll get the stuff together for a wake I guess."

---

Freddy Fazbear's Family Pizzeria, HQ of Shocker+, was unusually solemn. Gone were the sounds of the animatronic band, the bleep-bloop of the arcade games, the sizzle of pizzas cooking in the oven. The loss of one of their own, whether to a hero, rampaging villain, or collateral damage always hit them hard, even if it was a hazard of the line of duty. Takahara stood on the stage, a podium next to the throne. A picture of a confused snakeborg was placed on the seat. They'd taken his picture while he was playing skiball once.

"662221 never really understood why we treated him... well, why we treated him like a person. After all, to him, to his people, he was just the six-hundred sixty-two thousand two hundred and twenty-first genetically mass-produced soldier clone. But to us, he was more than that. He had his quirks and memories. He was our friend. And he gave his life to try to save not only the multiverse, but also his friends. Judging by similar deaths, the plasma ball incinerated him instantly and painlessly. That's what our friend would have wanted, I think- to die a soldier's death, protecting his friends and 662219 brothers. As you'll recall, we don't talk about 2110."

The mooks nodded solemnly. Not one of them had forgotten 2110's crimes against humanity and fashion. Takahara raised his beer for a toast.

"This is why, with solemnity and respect, we commend our dear friend 662221 to the ranks of fallen combatmen, soldiers, warriors, and mooks- may their deaths have brought them peace. For they who die for a cause they believe in have died well. To the fallen."

"TO THE FALLEN!" the mooks responded, draining their drinks. Slowly, life returned to Freddy's. Takahara stepped down. Soon, they'd need a bigger base of operations than Freddy's. Thankfully, he had an idea.

Kurokage, however, had one too many drinks already and was angry.

"I just... I just don't get it. We train. We know what we're fighting for and we believe in it. We fight because we want to protect our friends and our worlds. But... but those assholes who fight alongside people they hate, the people who never think to ask 'why are we doing this' or question the motives of their clearly omnicidal employer are somehow immune to everything! Firing squads, swords, magic, wolves... and when they leave themselves open to attack, suddenly the opening's gone and they're trying to deliver a killing blow! It's like some bullshit cosmic force is giving him some kind of armor! Armor that makes them immune to the consequences of fighting like a retard!"

He slammed his fist into the table, causing Mage and the rocket grunt to jump in their seats a little. As usual, the Rocket Grunt was sneaking her Pokemon table scraps. An actual tear could be seen on the inside of Kurokage's visor.

"I... I should have been stronger. I should have been able to kill them. To save 662221."

A purple hand found its way to Kurokage's shoulder as Captain Ginyu, leader of the elite mercenary band known as The Ginyu Force nodded solemnly. The effect may have been undercut by the fact he had a cone of soft-serve ice cream in his free hand.

"You... yes... I can respect that!" The purple giant laughed, slapping Kurokage's back. "YES! Fighting to protect your friends is the way of a TRUE warrior! A warrior of great strength! It's hiding just under the surface! I CAN PRACTICALLY SEE IT!"

Ginyu began shouting as he pointed to the mooks present at the wake. "YES! ALL OF YOU! YOU ALL KNOW JUST WHAT YOUR FELLOW SOLDIERS MEAN TO YOU! THAT'S WHY FROM THIS MOMENT FORTH, YOU WILL TRAIN UNDER THE GINYU FORCE- AND UNLOCK THE TRUE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!"

Gintoki subconsciously let out a sigh as he entered the council room. Stuffy environments like this always forced him to have to consciously correct his behavior, which meant lewd jokes, swearing, slouching, and all that other normal stuff he did was out of the question. What an annoying way upper society had on appearance. To be completely fair, though, it wasn't as if he liked the complete opposite much better...

The vampire girl threw him off guard for a moment, but to be fair by this point nothing surprised him anymore. Though the result DID pique his interests...

"Alright, Ms. Vampire Loli, what do you need us to do?" he asked, trying his hardest not to roll his neck or crack his knuckles or anything stupid like that. "If you're asking this place for help, you've gotta be at the end of your rope or something."


Suwako stared at Black Rock Shooter for a moment, noting her abnormal glow due to the sunlight, before taking a scoop of water in a leaf and tossed it on her face.

"That kind of radioactive glow isn't good for you, you know." she joked before standing up and stretching as the girl mentioned the location of the gate. Underground, huh?

"I'm not good at locating things; that's a job for that one mouse... Youkai... Thing. I dunno." she shrugged before turning to Misaka. "Or you. Didn't you say something about locating metal object just now?"

With that said, Suwako lazily moved her right hand to and fro. The sand began to shift according to her motions, but not necessarily to her
will.

"Oh, that reminds me: you guys wanna get there the normal way or the fun way?"


Kakine nodded in understanding as the last insect- the one stationed right outside of the entranceway they had just come in from- was crushed into nothingness. Probably no chance of ever being able to retrieve those. Shame.

As Marisa bolted out of the area in her spiffy new mechsuit, Kakine folded his wings up and walked onto the platform. The speed was probably suitable to allow him to catch up... If he ran, of course. As the door behind them began to open, Kakine immediately broke into a run before launching off the platform, spreading his wings to catch the wind as he took off close behind 10032 and Marisa. A large amount of shouting seemed to be coming out from where they had just left, which probably didn't mean anything good.

"Well... This is gonna be hard to explain. Hopefully, they have no concrete evidence that it was us in there. Are the repairs to the gate back to Academy City ready yet?" he said, flapping his wings as he attempted to maintain altitude while remaining stationary.

Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World

A small part of Dlanor's mind wondered how the armored man could jerk his body in such a way to make that maneuver possible. But the rest was preoccupied with his impending death, the execution she was certain would be arriving soon. There were other enemies nearby, but for now she was focused on her current opponent. She would systematically kill them starting with this one. Has his fist hurtled towards her hand, she raised her golden hand, and the armor clanked as she latched onto his fist. He would have to be smarter then that to manage to harm her.

"This inquisition is approaching its END!"

With that, she swung her hand downwards to fling him towards the ground, enough force behind her throw to make him crash to the ground and crack the tiles beneath him. In the same motion, she raised up the Red Key and prepared to swing it down and bisect the armored man with a single stroke.

Kiba hit the ground, the impact being hard enough to make a small crater on the floor. It hurt more than it should have due to the wounds he sustained during the surprise shooting. The pain still isn't debilitating, but it is somewhat worrying, since it reminds him that there might be more trying to gun him down or whatever other way they want to attack. As he lay on his back, Kiba sees his opponent swinging her weapon down, and he rolls to his right to avoid it, then gets up and responds with another palm blast, this time aimed directly at her.

The Red Key hissed as it bit into the tiles. So he had managed to roll out of the way... Dust clung to the crimson blade as she swiftly drew it from the ground, in time to see the armored man raised his hand and fire off a blast of energy at her. The shot washed over her immediately, striking her in the chest. The force would likely have caved her chest in if she was not an Angel of the Lord. As it stood, the wind was knocked out of her and the force knocked her back two steps, sending a painful, yet easily-ignored sensation through her. It also cast up a cloud of dust from the floor again, shrouding her target from her.

For a moment, at least. Taking a deep breath, she raised her golden arm and waved away the debris cloud, advancing from it. The Red Key glowed as it escaped the dust as well, visible even through it.

"Evading your fate... is USELESS..."

Dlanor took a step forward, slamming her foot down before lunging towards her opponent, swinging the Red Key in an arc aimed to decapitate him.

"The fun way, I guess?" Mikoto answered, wondering what kind of 'fun way' there could be to dig a hole. Maybe this girl was some sort of earthbound telekinetic? That would explain a lot of what she'd seen, since by messing with the sand you could probably draw water to the surface. She hadn't thought there was that much iron around, though, "If we get close enough, I can find any metal."

---

Wherever she'd ended up, it definitely wasn't the same outside world as her fight with Sumireko. That place had been relatively normal--or as normal as you could expect when you hadn't seen it for a thousand years. This one appeared to be having problems with the walking dead on a huge scale, which was strange from the immortal's opinion: they tended to go down pretty easily. Even without sheer force, any sort of interference should have been able to put down the problem before it got going; most supernatural beings wanted humanity to stay alive for a good reason.

Walking around looking for someone to ask what, exactly, was going on was a slow process marred by flame and the occasional explosion. Eventually, though the nuisances petered out--and someone most definitely still alive, and even more inappropriately prepared for this world than the white-haired girl was due to that enormous sword, came into view as she turned a corner, hands in her pockets.

"You're not from around here either, huh?" Mokou surmised, since nothing about the swordsman even remotely fit their surroundings--or the entire country, if the bodies of the walking dead were anything to go by.

Arragoz Plizgin - 'Ome Base

Outwardly, the Greenskin appeared rather nonplussed at this revelation, merely grunting in acknowledgement and saying "So you'z da boss den, huh?" Inwardly, it was an entirely different matter. I'z been workin' for a puny humie dat makes a Grot look proppa 'uge all dis time? Dis sum kinda joke? The Kommando was tempted to laugh, but stopped himself. 'Ang on a squig, I fink 'es bein' serious. To say that Arragoz was displeased with this state of affairs would be incredibly accurate. In fact, the first two plans of action to spring into his mind were 'get da zog outta 'ere' and 'Krump 'im 'n' make ma'self da new Boss.'

However, the Greenskin did neither of these things, instead opting for a third, much more clevva idea. Arragoz would play along, 'elpin Shadoo Foreva and their ooman boss, until he was prepared for the rest of his kunnin' plan. The stoopid humies would never see it coming. Mork, I'z hopin' you'z is watchin', cuz ol' Arragoz has sumfing proppa kunninly brutal in store for dese gitz. Whilst silently 'praying' to one of the two Orkish gods, the Kommando recalled his original reason for coming here, and quickly shifted back to his usual 'raring for a fight' attitude. "Alroight, anyfing ya need done?"

Nanoha Takamachi - Council Tower

"That's not a very polite way to talk about people, is it?" came a voice from behind the group. Nanoha stepped from the shadows, wearing her typical blue and white TSAB Air Force uniform. "Just because a person's short in stature doesn't mean they can't be some of the most powerful warriors out there."

Geo and Omega-Xis - Council Tower

"Hey, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it." came another voice from near the group. The young Geo Stelar stepped up to the group after Nanoha. He wasn't transformed into his Mega Man form at the moment, so he was just in his regular outfit. "A lot of people still get a little thrown off when I tell them what I've done, and it doesn't bug me too much. Being short's just kind of unintimidating." He shrugged and then turned his attention over to the little queen. "Although, this is still a queen we're around, so it is actually kinda rude..." he admitted. Geo then cleared his throat and straightened himself up, keeping his hands at his sides and his back straight. "A-Anyway," he started, "What was it you needed of us, your... Majesty?" He looked aside for a moment to confirm to himself that he was getting that right before looking back.

Omega-Xis rolled his eyes as he waited in the Hunter-VG at Geo's side. He was never one for these sort of organized meetings, and unfortunately for him, the UMMA was no WAZA, so he didn't get to have as much personal freedom to just stretch his figurative legs and act more casual. He'd sympathize with Gintoki, but really, he was more likely to hold his little getaway from the stuffy environment over his head when the meeting was over.

Nono, Council Tower, Yggdrasil

Nono followed along happily as they all departed the elevator and headed for the council room. She trusted that this was important, and was more than ready to see what was up as she walked with the group into the chamber so they could begin the meeting.

She took up a position besides Saber as she came to a stop, looking over those council members here with a smile. It was impossible to intimidate the robot, especially based on power or strength, and yet she still respected what these people had done in their time, to earn their positions here. Really she might have qualified for the council herself, but she had no desire to be on it, when she could be out protecting humanity.

"Hello Queen Isabella," the gynoid replied with a wave and a salute after the vampire had introduced herself. Or maybe she would prefer Queen Nox? Nono didn't want to offend her. It was sadly a deficiency of her programming, requiring her to invent how to treat things that weren't human or space monster. Someone like Onee-sama made it easy, but vampires were a bit more difficult. But if she needed help then that made things easier for her.

She glanced over at Saber as she spoke, giving a light chuckle in turn. Saber could be very literal sometimes. "Sorry," she said as she bounced on her feet. "Onee-sama is always serious when she's on the job." It was one of the things that Nono admired about her, a holdover from her time with the Fraternity.

She looked over then as two other agents arrived, quickly adjusting given the fact that the summons would have obviously gone to more than the three of them. "Oh, hello Ms. Takamachi, Geo," she added happily as they approached, before looking back to the Queen requesting their assistance in...some matter. "Well, I'd be more than glad to help out with whatever it is." She would make no promises on things getting broken, but that was just part of the territory when it came to this sort of thing.

That said, she fixed her attention to see what the Queen would say.

---

Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross

Misaka glanced back to find Marisa and Kakine rapidly joining her, the former having managed to figure out how to activate the flight systems on her armor, while the latter was moving along on wings of dark matter. She altered her own flight path to allow the other two to catch up, falling into formation as she tested out the capabilities of the suit she now wore while they were in the air. It was definitely not bad, in comparison to what Academy City had.

She looked over at Kakine as he asked about how they were doing, and whether the portal had finished with it's maintenance yet. She didn't respond immediately, instead activating the multiversal connections necessary to inquire that of the Misaka Network. There was a slight delay due to the distances involved between them all, the multiversal barrier and other things, but she soon had the answer that she needed.

"Yes," she replied with a nod of her helmet. "'The portal is finished, and is awaiting a marker beacon for connection,' Misaka says as she enjoys the feel of wind rushing past." She was enjoying it, but she knew that they couldn't delay. It would be better to make their escape while they still could, since it looked like there was activity from where they had came, which did not bode well for their theft.

Of course, there was also the problem of Marisa coming with them, which might not be appreciated back home, but she trusted Kakine to handle it. For now, she was preparing to deploy the beacon that would tell the scientists back home where to target the portal.

Guts swung his sword downwards, stopping shortly before the ground. Most of the gore hit the ground with a splat. Slinging back into the strap across his back, he tossed his thick, ragged black cape back around his shoulders, staring the white-haired girl down with his remaining eye. Whatever worlds he'd been stumbling across, there must have been a lot less war for the swordsman to keep running into soft young creatures as this.

"Go back to your home. It's not safe here." he said.

Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World

The Red Key hissed as it bit into the tiles. So he had managed to roll out of the way... Dust clung to the crimson blade as she swiftly drew it from the ground, in time to see the armored man raised his hand and fire off a blast of energy at her. The shot washed over her immediately, striking her in the chest. The force would likely have caved her chest in if she was not an Angel of the Lord. As it stood, the wind was knocked out of her and the force knocked her back two steps, sending a painful, yet easily-ignored sensation through her. It also cast up a cloud of dust from the floor again, shrouding her target from her.

For a moment, at least. Taking a deep breath, she raised her golden arm and waved away the debris cloud, advancing from it. The Red Key glowed as it escaped the dust as well, visible even through it.

"Evading your fate... is USELESS..."

Dlanor took a step forward, slamming her foot down before lunging towards her opponent, swinging the Red Key in an arc aimed to decapitate him.

Kiba was slightly surprised she was still standing after that, though it doesn't look like she'd want to take more of those blasts. The small girl then started her counter-attack as she closed in and swung her weapon in an attempt to behead him. Kiba ducks the attack and rushes in, responding with a sword-thrust right for chest.

With a tug, Blake pulled her weapon back into her grip, flicking the blade back out to full length and settling the sheath in her off-hand, grip reversed, taking up a fighting stance as she circled around, maintaining distance between her and her opponent.

"Cinder." She'd initially been shocked too see the woman - the last she'd seen her, she was being dragged off in chains. The agent realised now, though, that there was another possibility. This was a Cinder from another version of Remnant. Possibly one where she hadn't lost. That was not a pleasant thought.

As she looked for an opening to strike, the cavalry arrived. A tall guy armed with... a sheet of metal? She shook her head slightly. She had to assume he was a local agent here to back her and the Inquisitor up, who else would charge into a burning building full of armed fighters?

"About time. They're from my world, so let me take point." She said quietly, her gaze not leaving Cinder or her pet Grimm. With a flash of light, she leaped into the fray, a clone decoy dashing right while she went left, her twin blades whirling at neck height as she blurred past the first Beowolf.


With a screech of brakes, Subaru arrived at the cordon on her roller-blades, the paired devices smoking slightly as she came to a stop and looked around. Mach Caliber dissolved back into her pendant with a flash of blue light, and the young agent met the local policeman who jogged over to greet her with a professional nod. Credentials were exchanged, and after just a few minutes the uniformed mage was ducking under the crime scene tape and making a beeline for the witness.

"Hello! Uh, Gerhardt, yes?" She asked, stopping in front of the man. "I'm Agent Subaru Nakajima, Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. Can you tell me what happened here?"

Despite being stared down by someone that probably weighed four times as much as she did or more, and who had all the advantages in physical presence over a girl whose most imposing physical feature was simply an excess of hair, the girl didn't flinch. It was pretty hard to intimidate someone who was used to the idea of being killed as a painful, but temporary, inconvenience whether you were trying or not.

"I don't think it's possible to go home from here," the immortal said. Not without something that would link her to home, or someone that could cross boundaries, "I can't just walk back."

Cinder Fall, Museum, Client World [???]

Cinder watched with some annoyance as another man arrived to support Blake, with one of the stranger weapons that she had ever seen. Still, it would not be enough to stop her, even with her current wounds. He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with as she shifted her swords into a combat stance and began to circle Blake in the meanwhile.

The sounds of battle continued behind her, but that was none of her concern. She was focused on the fight ahead, with a familiar, if altered, foe. If Kiba couldn't handle himself then he deserved what he got. No more, no less. For now, she was going to get rid of a nuisance.

"Yes, stay out of this," she added as Blake told the man to let her take the lead. It was a personal fight, and she would not bode interference. In turn, she flicked with her blades and the Beowolves responded, charging forward much like they had against Sindibad, past Blake, to attack the new arrival. That should keep him occupied and let the two fight in peace.

The shadow clone trick was one she had seen before, but telling the difference always proved to be annoyingly elusive. So she reacted to both, blades raised for blocks on both sides of her until the fake vanished, while she ducked at the same time. This would be followed with an upwards kick aimed at the real Blake's arm, to try and remove one of her weapons from the current contest. It was weaker than it would have been otherwise, since she had...persisting issues, to deal with.

Still, it was a start, and she was already looking forward to this.

Saber paused for a moment. Why would the vampire girl not be serious about asking for knights? Didn't she need help? And now the girl was glaring at Gintoki rather intensely, her face a rather blatant pout for a few moments. At least, until Nanoha arrived and asserted that it was a rather impolite way to refer to the girl.

"Hello, Nanoha," Saber greeted the girl, before regarding Geo, as well. "Hello, Geo."

"Hmph," Queen Tepes looked away for a moment. "The new lady has it right, you're not supposed to refer to a Queen like that! Are these really the best agents you could one up with?"

She turned towards the council on that last remark, raising an eyebrow. Tadroth sighed.

"Any impoliteness was not meant in offense, I'm certain. They'll be able to assist you," he explained. Saber nodded as the girl looked back to them.

"Yes," she began. It was, of course, the only honorable course of action, to extend help to those who were in need. On top of that, it was her duty as an UMMA agent. "As I knight, I pledge to do all I can to assist you in whatever task you require us for."

The little girl tilted her head to the side for a moment. "... Well, that sounds good to me! I guess I'll explain now!"

Queen Tepes clasped her hands behind her back once more, straightening. "My world of Nox is home to a lot of creatures some worlds would call fantasy. I'm a vampire, my attendents and maids range from fellow vampires to even a few ghosts. As Queen, I have a lot of important duties, like the governing of the world... And the safeguarding of the royal family's jewel, the Eye of the Serpent."

The girl reached into a pocket of her dress, and drew out a small projector. The image that appeared from it was a large, round blue jewel, or at least something that appeared to be one. It was a perfect sphere. "They say it fell from a giant snake, but I think that's kind of silly. Still! It's important! But the problem is that there's been some commotion on Nox... and recently, someone tried to break into my home and take it!"

For a few moments, Saber wondered why this was relevant to the conflict with Shadow Eternity, but Tadroth spoke once more before she could question it.

"The Eye of the Serpent is a unique interdimensional relic," he explained, "Much like several recent targets of Shadow Eternity attacks. We believe they are assembling these relics for some purpose, and we have reason to suspect they are behind these attacks."

Grinning and showing her fangs, Queen Tepes pointed at the agents. "That's why you're here! You're going to come home with me and protect the Eye!"



All Marisa could do was wait with excitement. She was going to go to this 'Academy City' place! That was certain, it was one-hundred percent certain! And once she got there once, she was going to be able to go back again and again, now that she knew where it was. The idea was, of course, simple. She'd stick with Kakine and Misaka for a while, then she'd give them the slip and explore on her own, looking for anything she could easily get her hands on and smuggle back home.

It was the perfect plan.

"I am so ready!" she declared with excitement.



Black Rock Shooter tilted her head. Radioactive glow? The otherself looked down at her body. Oh, yes... the way the sunlight hit her incredibly pale skin almost gave her body a sort of ethereal glow. However, that was not really worth noting, was it? The black-haired girl was certain it was not. Instead of making any kind of response, she was quickly distracted by the way the sand was shifting under Suwako's control, and turned to face it, eyes locked onto it. The little girl had mentioned the gate to escaping this place was underground, therefore...

"The fun way!"

The little girl really wanted something fun after the experience with her attackers, that was for sure. And yet, something that Mikoto said seemed to hold her for a moment. If she could detect any metal and after displaying those kinds of powers before...

"... If you can sense metal... and use electric powers..." she paused for a moment, deep in thought, "... That makes you... makes you... what was it... an Electromaster?"



There was a wet, ugly thunk.

Blood sprayed out as the blade pierced Dlanor's chest, then exited her back, spattering the tiles with crimson droplets. It sprayed across her face and clothing, blood running down her body and dripping to the floor. Soon, blood bubbled up in her pouth as well, dripping down her chin. The sword had pierced clear through her chest and torn through everything within before exiting her back, resulting the gory outpouring of her vital fluids.

And yet...

Dlanor raised her head. There was pain in her chest.

But that could be ignored.

Everything could be ignored.

This was a trial. And execution.

Everything could be ignored.

Her eyes were wild. Dlanor's pupils contracted. Her mouth was open, her teeth almost seeming sharpened as her lips were spread into a wide grin, blood welling up from within her. This? This was hardly enough to even pause her duty! This was nothing! Absolutely nothing!

"This trial... is FINISHED."

Her golden arm lunged out in an instant, seeming to gleam as she aimed to latch onto the top of her opponent's head. As she did, she drew her head back to bring it fourth and slam her forehead into his, hard.



"... I do, in fact," The Leader said. She, of course, had dealt with a great variety of people under her command. The Ork Kommando was just another member of the organization to her, so his rough speech patterns and general orkiness was not of any surprise, even if she had not previously interacted with him directly. The mask bobbed as she gave him a small nod.

"There is a world known as Nox at these coordinates," she began, raising a panel that displayed interdimensional points upon it, "The royal mansion there holds an item of great value to our cause. The Eye of the Serpent. With it, we will be one step closer to the destruction of the UMMA."

Though it was impossible to see it, the Leader was smiling beneath her mask. "I have abandoned stealth. Several operatives will be sent with you to storm the mansion and retrieve the Eye. Of course, this operation will indeed take preparation, and the mansion is heavily defended."

But the Leader could feel it.

Soon, Nidhogg would be ready to unveil to all who followed her lead.