Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Oh, dear, that's no good. Just your skeleton, is it?", Seiga frowned, "Well, I didn't want to do this, but I suppose it's necessary. See, for such a ritual to work, the salve has to permeate all layers. Skin, muscle, tendon, blood, and bone. If we can't damage your skeleton, well, I'm afraid one clean slice isn't going to do it; I just can't cut with that sort of accuracy. Nope, nothing for it."

Seiga shrugged and set the containers on the table.

"I'm going to have to flay your hands and cut them manually.", she sighed and rubbed her temples, "Gracious, what a chore... but for a cutie like you, I'm willing to go the extra mile~.", she gave Hazama a playful wink and strolled over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening a drawer and retrieving an old potato peeler.

"Whenever you're ready, just set your hands down on that counter on the far side of the room. I'll be right over. Oh-", she turned around and pointed at Yoshika, "You know, I suppose we could have her do it. She eats just about anything, you see, so it'll be faster than doing it by hand. Your decision, really."

Joseph had noticed that after the battle, Dante, and the cat looking entity were quickly entering through some sort of portal. Giving a smile, Joseph felt inclined to let them simply walk and go off on their own, if not for the menacing presence behind him. Joseph raised an eyebrow and turned, only to notice what appeared to be 10's of wolves perched up on ruinous debris staring longingly toward him, salivating from their chops, Joseph grinned, and charging up the Hamon with his legs, he once again booked a 180 and charged off, rushing once more but in the opposite direction of the canines, toward the portal which was soon about to close, and using his Hamon powered legs, he shot himself forward, with a diagonal front flip and spun directly into the portal, teleporting away from the ICE MOON location.



After flinging through the portal, there was a moment of silence, teleporting away from the cold temperatures of the ice moon brought him thousands of feet in the air, above Castle Tepes. Blinking, Joseph joestar screamed comically as he fell like a sack of potatoes downward.

"WHAT?! I- IN THE AIR?! I- IMPOSSIBLE!"

Joseph had to think to himself, to see someone like Dante fire down and through what appeared to be a window of some sort, he wouldn't be able to survive such a landing himself, but while Joseph lacked in damage resistance, he made it up with ingenuity, and his ticket happened to come in the shape of a draconic entity which the Khajiit happened to be riding upon. Sliding his clackers from his belt, he grinned and flung them forward, tying the metal balls around the dragons leg to hold onto it in the meantime.

"CLACKERS!"

With his flight secured, Joseph held on for dear life, and was able to make it just above the castles roof, however, not knowing his clackers losing their grip, Joseph felt his grip slipping as his clackers came loose, causing Joseph to plummet toward the castles roof, and with a scream he held both arms out, allowing him to crash onto the roof with a powerful thud, though charging Hamon through his arms, he was able to rip through the castle Tepes chimney, firing down the hot, fiery, smoke filled smog, using his Hamon to coat himself in a Hamon based barrier, the power of the sun to absorb the heat of the fire and relinquish the smoke the ability to get into his lungs, using Hamon based breathing to expel it before it could stay inside. Eventually Joseph crashed and rolled through the Castle Tepes Fireplace, where Dante and the Khajiit was located, covered in soot.



Joseph Joestar took a minute to breath before the Hamon Warrior stood up and brushed himself clean of the soot from the fireplace, coughing several times, Joseph Joestar started to breathe like he was taught to, to regain his energy a lot faster, while also giving Dante a smile, winking cheerfully at his direction, speaking up not a moment after.





"Joestar.... Joseph Joestar! Nice to meetcha! You were in that ice place, right? Had to drop in unexpectedly, didn't know where I was going, but you seem to know your way around!"

Joseph quickly looked toward the maids and winked at them, giving them a very charming glance in the process, to held ease the tension.

Whoa, what was this guy doing? Just grabbing onto her broom like that? Jeez, he could get hurt! Sure, Marisa had no problem beating people up, but some guy falling off her broom and getting some serious injuries was not exactly something she felt too good about. Holding her hat on her head, she looked back over her shoulder at him, the other hand holding firmly to her broom.

"Oi oi, you should really let go before I get too-"

Wait wait why wasn't the broom rising anymore.

Marisa found herself rapidly descending through the air. With a yelp, she swiftly grabbed onto her hat as she fell, wrapping her legs around the broom When she hit the ground, she skidded her knees and pitched forward, knocking her head on the concrete and thrusting her backside into the air in a rather awkward-looking position. Stars went off in her vision on the impact as a horrendous pain reverberated through her skull.

"Ow ow ow..." one hand still on her hat, Marisa raised her other hand to weakly hold her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the pain. "Wh-what the hell was that?!"

Othinus, meanwhile, would get a rather different experience. Objects of all sorts catapulted around the hat. Yen, strange, unfamiliar coins, a trumpet, a glowing necklace, a sheathed katana, several manga...

In fact, one particular manga, the cover adorned with two girls holding hands, collided directly with her, landing open, face-down, and directly on top of the tiny girl.



The stitched maid, whose name was Anette, cocked her head to the side at the assertion that it was stuff. But surely it was a cool night, the didn't have to turn on the 'make-the-air-chillier' thingy right? That was something that the girl had never fully understood, but it sure was useful sometimes during the summer! So it had to be something else...

"Well, she's adorable, right?!" she declared, her tone still bearing the utmost seriousness, "So naturally you must not have been able to take it... One time I was tending to her room when she was asleep, and it was so cute I tripped and knocked my head off!"

The stitches around her neck, somehow, would become even more visible. "And that doesn't normally happen, it's on here really tight... it's funny, I made a big mess even though I was supposed to be cleaning! But her Majesty didn't mind all the blood! She likes blood!"

Nothing in her voice seemed to indicate that Anette found any of this the least bit distressing. No, instead she found it more of a silly accident. She considered things for a moment, and then continued. "If it's really not her cuteness, though... can I get you anything?!"

Shirley, on the other hand, stared at the presentation blankly. She wasn't good with people what could she do...

"... U-um... her Majesty will... b-be out shortly? A-ah..." she grew more and more transparent as she spoke, clearly not prepared to deal with this. It was a wonder why she was the one who handled the gates.



The maids were not sure what to do. They all looked between one another, baffled. Things were happening so fast and so strangely that they had no idea what kind of reaction they should have. One of them, a maid sporting a pair of animal ears, paused for a moment before approaching.

"... So... are you making a pizza?" she asked. It was a reasonable question, really.

Misaka 10,032, Academy City

The Sister held back a wince or other display as Aleister revealed that he was already aware of the situation at hand. Well, so much for that plan then. At least she knew that the punishment wouldn't be too bad. He needed the two of them, and if she vanished then it would certainly invite wrath from Touma and her Older Sister when they found out. Which was a combination that even Crowley had to be aware of.

"'Understood,' Misaka says as she hides her appreciation of the augmentation of her goggles to emit conversation without any sort of audio function," Misaka commented whilst in motion. They couldn't delay, as was obvious. It was just a matter of hoping that no large scale incident sparked before they arrived.

That was all they could do, though the Network told her that other Sisters were approaching the area. It was just a matter of seeing who got there first, and how much trouble Marisa would put up.

Gintoki massaged his forehead at the girl's comments, trying to figure out how to explain things to her in such a way that he didn't look like a complete coward. But with the way this girl was acting, that much much easier said than done. But the offer of something to get him did help a bit.

"Some water... Would probably be nice." he said, sighing. "I don't care much for that vampire loli, but something else here is... Putting me off."

Well, that definitely could've come out better. He was almost certain now that that Frankenmaid would misinterpret things...
Again.



"What misfortuuuune!" Touma shouted at the top of his lungs as the broom lost all vertical velocity and started plummeting the to ground. The added momentum of him swinging earlier cause him to be launched not at the concrete streets below, but the dirt gardens that lined them instead. Barely managing to cushion his fall by tumbling on the dirt, Touma ended up rolling a bit too little and ended up with his face (and mouth) full of dirt. Of course, even falling on dirt from that sort of height would cause some pain, so Touma was left there feeling like half his bones were broken while he tried to spit out the stuff that had found its way into his mouth. Slowly pushing himself off the dirt and spitting out whatever he could onto the ground, Touma tried as fast as he could to get to Marisa's hat.

"I'll explain in a bit, but first I'll be taking Othinus back." he said, moving to take the hat off of Marisa's head with his right hand.


Othinus was not pleased with the sudden barrage of objects flying left and right at her face, and even less so at the giant book that smacked into her.

"Ow..." she muttered as she pushed the book of of her small body. Still recovering from the shock of the volume that rammed into her, it took Othinus a few seconds before the realized that the book she had pushed off of herself was wide open and showed a picture of--!

"Wh-wh-wh-what is this lewd--!?" she stammered before flipping the book shut and backing away from it. "That girl must be some sort of deviant if she has that sort of material in here!"

Of course, the sudden rearrangement of goods in the pocket dimension meant that it'd probably be a bit easier to find something to force her way out. Hopefully.



Okay, now this was just starting to get out of hand. Flaying his skin? Yeah, fuck that. At this point, it was probably better to just let her do the job on her own and save him some trouble. And pain. Probably both.

"Ahaha, okay... How about I skip the whole 'peeling the skin off of me' bit and just send you off to do the job instead?" he asked, backing a bit away from Seiga and her potato peeler. "Especially with a rusty utensil. Actually, what the heck would that friend of yours do that would change the situation? It's looking to be more trouble than it's worth, honestly."

Well, if she did accept he'd probably have time to go hunting for a suitable world to set up a cauldron at so he could get to smelting a new weapon. if she didn't, though... This would probably take much more time than he was allotting himself. He'd have to pull back and send someone else in to take them down instead, then...

"If you wanna blab, talk on the way. Otherwise, more of them will come after us. Ya better hope it's nobody tough." Guts said, turning away from the pair. With that, he began his path northward, away from this damned town.



"Huh. So you've got something to fill out the top, too." the Devil Hunter grinned at the maid, sliding the now complete pie onto a wide, red scimitar. With a shout, the blade was wrapped in a torrent of demonic fire, flash-cooking the pizza until the crust was a perfect golden brown. Mozzarella melted as the toppings were heated until they steamed, the mushrooms growing soft and tender along with peppers, pepperoni, sausage, and all manner of pizza accessories.
"The works, baby." Dante said to himself, licking his lips as he slid the pie onto the counter.

"I can't help but feel this is an abuse of our po-" the scimitar began to say before being cut off with a KLANK as its head-shaped pommel was bashed into its blue counterpart.
"No. Talking." Dante replied, staring at them. Neither answered back.

Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Oh, please.", Seiga said exasperatedly, "It'll grow back, so what's there to worry about? Oh, but I suppose if you're not man enough, that's your problem. It's only fair to let you know, though: I tend to get a little sloppy when I'm left unsupervised. Now, as for my side of the bargain, I'll be wanting it up front. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to steal or anything like that."

Seiga drew a small notepad and a pencil from her breast pocket, jotting down a quick message on the sheet before folding it and stuffing it into an envelope, sealing it closed with a talisman.

"All I ask in return for my services is that you deliver this letter and bring me the reply. Are you at least capable of that much?"

Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchens

The Khajiit stared at the man and his pizza, as the maid had called it. It did look good. She then turned towards the other man with a frown. "I'm from no such thing, boy. You better learn to recognize a Khajiit warrior when you see one." She turned back to Dante and his food to ask, "Are you sharing or just enough for you?" she asked, her stomach starting to growl.

Seeing nothing better to do, and not being able to understand the co-ordinates (they didn't map to Latitude and Longitude, at least) in the slightest, the girl bravely took the trial and error option: select the first number on the screen and see if it came up with a text-based explanation or some idea of where things led.

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"I guessed this wasn't the same world," the Japanese girl pointed out, following the swordsman and his stubborn desire to head north for... some reason. This place pretty clearly wasn't Gensokyo--the architecture was entirely wrong, and there wasn't any sort of zombie problem like that--and the outside world... well, it also didn't have a zombie problem. If anything, its problem was a complete lack of zombies.

Marisa weakly turned, as Touma approached from behind, sitting on her knees and holding her forehead, still rather teary-eyed. Hitting the ground like that hurt, her forehead was still throbbing and by the time she realized what the boy was doing it was too late. Her hat had already been lifted from her head.

The blonde witch thought she heard some sort of strange sound, and then the tiny girl fell from her hat as it was lifted up at the boy looked inside. In spite of the slowly-fading pain in her skull, the girl immediately reached out to snatch her and pull her away. Both so she could keep a hold on her... and to protect her from what she had guessed was about to happen. It was a long shot, but if it had shut off her broom like that...!

There was a steady rumbling sound... and all at once, everything Marisa had stored in her hat came spewing out, rocketing towards Touma in a torrent of stolen goods. Well, some not-so-stolen. The manga was all hers, but there was a plethora of books, necklaces, clothing, sheathed weaponry, charms, mushrooms, money, small statues, a painting... all of it was of dubious ownership, and all of it came rocketing at Touma as the pocket dimension inside of Marisa's hat briefly ceased to function.

Holding the tiny carefully in one hand to avoid harming her, Marisa stared as her hat metaphorically(and in the case of some items, literally) unleashed hell upon the boy.

"... It's... it's going to take forever to get all that back inside!"



"... Is... is the castle too dirty... Is... is it badly-decorated...?"

The maid seemed unable to comprehend why anyone wouldn't want to spend time in the Castle. Indeed, it was difficult for her to imagine. She practically existed in the name of caring for the Queen's Home, so the idea of it somehow being an unpleasant place to be was a rather distressing notion for her. She trembled, staring up at Gintoki with wide eyes that seemed on the verge of tearing up.

"F-fine... I-I'll.. go and get you some water..."

With a rather dejected expression and a down-turned gaze, she turned to shuffle back to the house.



The maid, unsure of how to take the comment, rubbed the back of her head awkwardly before continuing.

Admittedly, the man's outlandish pizza-forming strategies had resulting in a rather impressive-looking dish, but she was not sure why he had felt the need to crash through the roof in order to create such a meal. Granted, repairs would be easy to complete, but still... It was a hard subject to approach, especially with all the other strange newcomers who had appeared.

"Are... any of you with the you-em-em-ay?" she asked, "... It's... just that you appeared so suddenly, and, well... the only other foreigners we know of are planning on something rather unpleasant..."

She wasn't sure how else to describe people from another dimension. That was just about as foreign as you could get, wasn't it?



The girl sighed as she began to follow the man with the white-haired girl.

"For some reason, the both of you have been taken from your home worlds," she continued, the cape gently swishing around her as she moved. "I'm from an organization, er... a band of like-minded individuals known as the United Multiversal Moderation Agency. We exist in order to provide protection to those who need it, though only if the desire our assistance. However, in this case, this was a world with interference from another, and so I was sent to see what was going on."



Black Rock Shooter briefly glanced over her shoulder to look at Suwako as she departed, before her eyes swiftly returned to the console and she watched as Mikoto made her selection. There was no way of knowing what world this would lead to, but...

The console's screen shifted, depicting the location called 'Pensee'. It was a rather pleasant-looking village, it seemed. A button beneath the picture simply said 'Initialize?'

The girl stared at the duplicate for a moment, then lookd back to Suwako and clapped softly. "That must be using divinity to manipulate the earth, right?!"

That was strange. How did she know something like that? Locked up in a metal coffin and all, how could she learn that sort of thing?

Ah, good. They were bringing the master out; everything seems to be running smoothly. "Thank you very much, ma'am," Facilier said, doing a wild spin and then a bow to Shirley. "It'd be nice to see her, though, before any more of the shady characters show up to this castle."

You hypocrite.



"Excuse me. I'm sorry. Pardon me."

Lucina pushed her way through a crowd of younger people as she wandered the streets. What sort of temporal anomaly deposited her in this city? It wasn't anywhere she recognized; the architecture and technology seemed very advanced, way ahead of Lucina's time.

Lucina felt out-of-place, mostly due to the primarily student population of the large principality, plus the fact that her navy-blue lord's attire seemed anomalous in a crowd of school uniforms.

Lucina looked up towards the buildings. What a far cry from the apocalyptic, dragon-razed time from which she came, and the war-torn continent from which she was torn. Yet despite the environment, Lucina could not feel at peace, when she knew that her closest friends depended on her to deliver them from Grima's evil.

Lucina made her way towards the sidewalk. "Hello?" she called. "Can somebody tell me where I am? I appear to be lost. What country is this?"



Rasputin rubbed his hands in glee as the agents of Shadow Eternity prepared to take the Serpent's Eye. "If I cannot kill the last of the Romanovs directly," he growled to himself, "then I shall end them with a BANG in the dark of the night!"

He clutched his reliquary with a gnarled hand. "Yes, yes, your time shall soon come," Rasputin said to the demons within the vial.

Gintoki watched as the Frankenmaid went off on her own, staring as she looked as she might burst into a river of tears at any second. Yep. Knew it. She was gonna misinterpret it somehow, and it just so happened to be in the worst possible way.

"Geez... First ghosts, now this... Why can't I just catch a break for once?" he asked, staring up at the dark night sky. "If I have to deal with this, there better be some serious compensation. Sweets. Sweets would be nice."


Suwako was taken aback momentarily by the girl's perceptiveness. How did she know that it was a god's powers that made all of this po-
Actually, she had been flaunting her faith-based powers for a while. It wasn't too odd, all things considered.

"Well... I guess it could be called something like that. You know, you're quite knowledgeable for someone who just popped out of a coffin in the middle of the desert." she joked before letting her duplicate take over in entertaining the girl as Suwako herself walked back to those who were mulling over the coordinates.

"Well? Any progress?" she asked, glancing over at the name of the new location that had popped up on the screen. "Seems like there was. What now?"


"Understood here as well." Kakine said, glancing at the sky. Luckily, the day was still young, which meant that they still had time before the usual gangs started coming out of the woodwork. "Given her current lo-"

Kakine was immediately cut off for a moment as his beetles (along with everything else in Marisa's hat) were fired out into Touma's gut prompting a slight wince from Kakine as he re-adjusted the beetles to not be crushed under heaps of junk. The location now, however, became much clearer than it had been back in the little pocket dimension from earlier.

"...ETA 45 minutes, assuming no interference."

"That will do, you two. But before I attend to other matters, I would like you two to attend to another matter that has come to my attention. Apparently, a side effect of that interdimensional transporter has manifested within the city itself; I would like you to investigate the phenomena on the way to retrieving our guest." Crowley responded to the both of them before cutting communications with 10032's goggles. Immediately after, though, a set of coordinates was rattled off by a mechanical voice from the goggles- likely the location Crowley had directed them towards- before returning the goggles back to their default state.

"Seems like we have another assignment to deal with, too..." Kakine sighed as he went over the coordinates in his head. "How convenient, though; the place is no more than a five minutes' walk away; no unneeded deviation from our initial course seems to be necessary."

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A few minutes later, Kakine, after having finally entered District 15, noticed a very aptly out-of-place blue-haired young woman- roughly college age, if not moreso?- in very... Well, the best way he could put it into context was some sort of cosplay. Was she the anomaly that Crowley was referring to?

"Excuse me, but..." he began to ask, unsure of what to say to her afterwards. How would he even ask her anything without making them stand out even moreso than they were already?


Whatever wind Touma had left in his gut was promptly knocked out of him as the barrage of goods- magical and not- came firing out of Marisa's had like a giant cannonball. The force of impact had launched Touma backwards a good thirty, forty feet and subsequently crushed under a pile of books, metal object, and, oddly enough, some sort of yuri manga. What?

"Geh... It's... Your fault... For taking Othinus... In the first place!" he groaned, gradually shoving off all of the things that had landed on top of him. As abnormally durable as he was, that was PAINFUL to go through.

Othinus, on the other hand, was much more pleased to be out of that godforsaken world, especially given how cramped it had been. Though she didn't care much for the "witch" holding onto her like she was some sort of toy, it was quite amusing to watch her technical guardian be blasted in the stomach with a variety of all sorts of things. Only the lack of a kitchen sink caused her to hold back a laugh, but that amusement turned back into irritation as she took the girl's words in.

"Really? That's all you can think about right now? You kidnapped me and caused a person undue injury like that, and all you care about right now is stuffing your hat back up?" Othinus asked incredulously. "What kind of upbringing...?"


A letter? Now THAT he could definitely get behind. Much less effort than having to shave his hands down for a single mission, after all. Though... Because of that incident, the Azure Grimoire would probably be running at less than maximum capacity. It'd probably take some time to recover the energy lost from the regeneration, but... Ah hell, it wouldn't matter too much.

"Delivering a letter? Huh. I expected something a bit more grandiose, but... If that's what it takes, sure. Why not?" Hazama said, shrugging his shoulders as he took the letter from Seiga's hands. "So... Mind giving me the name of the place? And, you know, the person who I should be giving it to?"

"Oi oi, he's fine, right? He took hitting the dirt and kept trying to lecture me, I'm sure he can take emptying out my storage spell," Marisa said, stuffing Othinus quickly into one of her pockets as she strode forward to pick up her hat. Jeez, how was she going to get all her belongings... and 'borrowed items' back into her hat and get away with Othinus? Well, at least she knew the tiny girl's name now. "And it's not like I'm keeping you, I just wanna dress you up a bit. Keeping a person, that'd be kinda weird, right?"

Marisa shrugged, before returning her attention to Touma. Now him... he was pretty weird. How exactly had he done that stuff? How could a human being do that sort of thing? Spell interference? He hadn't used any kind of magic that she recognized(or even that she didn't as far as she could tell). The throbbing pain in her skull from cracking her head on the concrete was fading now, as well, thankfully. That had been pretty awful.

"How'd you do that?" she asked, prodding her hat. Her spell was still there, but it had just been shut off, something had totally cancelled it. She'd have to reactivate it and everything so she could use her hat as easy convenient storage once more... and get all her stuff back. "That's not something people can do, just turning off magic by touching it."



It was not much longer until Anette returned with Gintoki's water, on an ornate silver platter because, to put it simply, why not use an ornate silver platter? Moments after handing the water to him, however, the damn seemed to break. Tears, more tears them seemed humanly possibly, streamed out of her eyes an splashed onto the ground.

"W-we w-work s-so h-hard... Her H-Highness says w-we do a g-good job... but th-that's just t-to make us feel better, i-isn't it?! If the g-guests don't like it..."

She trailed off, still crying away.

Things were really intent on being difficult for the white-haired warrior, weren't they?

Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Oh my, you're right! I completely forgot the name and address! Oh, how silly of me. An errand boy can't do anything if he doesn't know where to go!"

Seiga snatched the envelope, wrote something onto it in an obscure 7th century Chinese dialect, and handed it back to Hazama.

"Here you are; and remember, no peeking! Trust me, I'll know."

With that, Seiga whirled around and waved her golden wand, an ovular hole in the fabric of reality opening up in response to reveal a swirling pool of fragmented shapes and colors. The jumble of images quickly rearranged themselves into what appeared to be some sort of cubist artistry, a mishmash of multiple conflicting perspectives. Needless to say, the effect was somewhat nauseating.

"You should probably get going. If we had done the ritual, you wouldn't have to worry about the hole closing up on top of you, but I'm afraid you didn't, so...", she exhaled and looked at the hole, "...Yyyyyeah. Might want to hurry up."

"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.



With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.

A large transport chopper slowly faded in above the town. Pilcrow looked out the cockpit, checking to make sure there were no jets pursuing him any more, before looking down at the ground for a suitable landing spot. The town he was above seemed a bit dead, but after some searching he spotted a building on fire with three distinct figures moving away from it. As he shakily pulled the helicopter towards them, he noticed the city wasn't a complete ghost town - he saw what appeared to be shambling, rotting human corpses roaming the streets. He brought the helicopter down near the three, causing a horrible noise as its belly scraped across the asphalt. A shutter on the side opened, and Pilcrow leaned out of it with a concerned look, motioning for the survivors to get in.

Finishing up the lap was a very simple task, as Chuck no longer had to deal with those tendrils. The other three laps went by rather quickly, as Chuck reached the finish line.

The power-armored cameraman lowered down the camera and hovered towards Chuck. Glancing towards the camera-man Chuck inquired, "Right anything new added to the schedule? Or an interview segment?" Thinking for a moment the Camera-man shook his head.

"Haven't heard anything about an updated schedule." The camera operator replied. "And no interview segment this time. Anything else you need?"

Chuck glanced at the cameraman, "Just a way to the next segment. Maybe a bar in the meantime." The camera man nodded, "Sure thing. Let me just configure the portal."

"Suppose that'll take you a few laps." Chuck remarked as he sped off once more down the track as the Camera-man began fiddling with a small device.

The new environment was a bit much for Lucina to take in all at once. She found a suitable distraction from the confusion when a male voice acknowledged her existence.

Lucina turned around, startled. The young fellow didn't finish his sentence, as if unsure how to conclude talking to Lucina. "...May I help you...?" Lucina asked, tilting her head. "Wait. First. Who are you?"

Lucina turned completely around. Some heads in the crowd turned, though they likely dismissed her as some cosplayer. She did look awfully like a character from a Nintendo video game.

Misaka 10,032, Academy City

Misaka was unaware of the occurrence which Touma was currently being subjected to, the sudden collapse of a pocket dimension in a hat that sent everything punching into Touma himself. She might have found it funny, but for the moment she was focused on the task at hand, as one might expect.

She glanced over as the new instruction was delivered to her and Kakine, a new dimensional insertion that they had to take care of, perhaps as a result of the weakening of the barrier as a result of their own portal. It was only a theory though, and it would be more for them to pick up the pieces.

"'Understood,' Misaka replies as she shifts in the direction of the given coordinates," Misaka said as she did just that, once the goggles had given them directions towards the apparent new arrival. At least this time it was close, closer than Marisa currently was, and as a result more easily handled.

Soon enough they arrive, and their target wasn't hard to locate. She certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd in dress, if not how confused she was at the moment. At least she had yet to cause any problems, unlike the currently rogue witch that had escaped into the city.

Misaka came up behind Kakine then, standing to the side as she held on to her weapon, though she didn't aim it at anything, least of all the woman there. And she was still indifferent to her own appearance, with the gun, the bag slung over her back, and the goggles atop her head. "'My name is Misaka Mikoto. And he is Kakine Teitoku,' Misaka says as she looks the strangely dressed woman over to determine if she is a threat," Misaka said as she did just that, though it did not seem that there was a problem in that regard. Hopefully that would provide her partner with some ground to get them off the street. And if not, she could think of a way herself, though it might not be the easiest.

Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchen

"They don't like the way I work." she said, glaring at the maid. "They're idiots for not listening. I bet even this man here would help me get back to my family." she said with a gesture to Dante. "So, you tell me." She rubbed her head with a sigh before walking to the wall and punching hard. She backed away, shaking her hand with a sigh. "That hurt."