[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki sprang to his feet as he noticed the sobbing maid returning to him with his water, and as she started to cry about the situation of the mansion he immediately felt as guilty as they came. Well, technically, it was Frankenmaid's fault for misunderstanding basically every sign he had given off, but as they were he definitely couldn't leave things off as they were now. Downing the water in one gulp (damn, even the WATER felt spooky!), Gintoki rushed off to block the maid's crying return to wherever the hell it is that she would go and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Okay, this is going to seriously give me a bad time tonight if I don't straighten this out right now. Look. I do not hate the mansion. I do not dislike it. It is fine. But not everyone has the same tastes as you or your mistress do. Alright? You did FINE keeping the place nice and tidy. Listen. I spend a lot of time outside. Fresh air? It's nice. It's calming. The atmosphere in there, especially knowing that there's an incoming invasion? Tense. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand. Me? This is nobody's fault. Just. Stop. Crying."

Okay, that... Well, if he had to be blunt, might as well go the whole way, right? Maybe with this, he'd get this Frankenmaid to stop bawling her eyes out (literally AND figuratively). Hopefully, at least.

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
Just as Kakine was about to answer the blue-haired girl, 10032 conveniently stepped in and saved him the trouble. Well, that certainly resolved the issue much faster than he would have... At least, without looking half as awkward as he had been just now.

"...Right. As my friend here said, my name is Kakine Teitoku. We've been sent here to report on some sort of temporal anomaly that happened to occur right here... And, as you've probably guessed already, that's you. That aside, the place you are right now is labeled as District 15 of Academy City. If it's not too much of a hassle, I can fill you in on some more details... In a bit. My colleague and I were initially on our way to deal with another disturbance in the region as per some orders from the higher-ups, so if you'd accompany us that'd be in our best interests."

Well, it wasn't exactly the smoothest of explanations, but for now it'd have to do. Heck, if Crowley wanted to see Marisa the second she leaped through the gate, who knows what kind of hell she could unleash on the city if left unchecked?

[h3]Touma, Index, and Othinus[/h3]
"Dress me up?! I am not a toy for you to play around with! Not a dog, nor a cat- I AM NOT A PET!" Othinus yelled from inside the witch's pocket, kicking and pounding away at the cloth she could never hope to break. "I demand to be let out this instant!"

As Othinus was busy kicking up a storm and Touma was busy trying to shove all of the assorted junk off of his body, Index found her way towards the pile of good and began to sift through them curiously. her eyes widened in shock as she began to recognize a few of the tools scattered around the floor.

"The Necronomicon, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, an original copy of the Book of the Dead...! You shouldn't even have these! What kind of thief...?!" Index asked incredulously, staring at the pile. "And in a HAT, no less! You have no respect nor fear for any of these artifacts! Just who are you to...?!"

By then, Touma had finally made his way out of the assortment of stuff dumped on top of him and was gasping for breath off to the side. Though definitely winded from that unexpected barrage, he definitely had enough to stand back up and keep on moving.

"...I'll explain it if you let Othinus go. Regardless of your intentions, if she goes missing, then the world will tip towards war again!"

Though that statement was a biiiiit extreme, it did have a hint of truth to it... Especially after what happened before Othinus became so dang tiny.

[h1]Hazama[/h1]
Uh... Huh. Well, that didn't look... Quite legible at all, really. But luckily, he had resources to spare. Coming into contact with language that had no semblance to what he was used to was apparently a common occurrence when working with interdimensional colleagues, so if worst came to worst he could just run it through a tranlator. Damn, those SE goons had some pretty spiffy tech. A grimoire would've been more convenient, but damn it all if those weren't too overspecialized for their own good. His first job there, after all, was to make a fuckton of grimoires for the personnel higher-up on the 'food chain' to use, so he at LEAST knew that much. That repurposed tablet, though... That'd do nicely.

Seiga's spell didn't really disorient him much, if at all; given that Terumi had spent who knows HOW long floating around in the Boundary, such a site, though irritating, reminded him that he still had another job to do... Elsewhere.

"No problem, no problem at all." Hazama said, turning around to leave the basement through the stairwell to the ground level and scanning the letter with the tablet. "Something something Crown Prince, huh? I'll be right back."

With that, Hazama pulled out a small, one-button remote from his coat and activated it, causing a portal to appear in front of him towards an old mausoleum. Well, hopefully the dialogue interpretation of the system didn't flip the fuck out on him, because a place of the dead was probably nowhere near where he wanted to go to look for a prince.

Well, actually, there was that one Hamlet kid... Oh, whatever. Crazy hermit had a fucking zombie at her side, nothing was too far-fetched at this point.

"I'll leave this thing open if you need me." he said, stepping through the gap in between dimensions and in front of a large ornate building.

"Welp. Let's get this over with."