[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Oh, geez. This Frankenmaid was seriously a crybaby, wasn't she? As if ghosts wasn't enough... He'd have to deal with what was essentially a child in a stitched together body. This was the furthest thing he had in mind when he signed up for all of this crap.

"Yes. It's fine. Everything's fine. Just... Let's leave it at that, alright?" he said, forcing as much of a natural smile as he could. "You're coming apart. Quite literally, in fact."

Well, at this point, this was the best he could do. He hadn't a clue what kind of bullshit caused Frankenmaid's limbs to function, nor why they were able to in the first place, so it was proooobably best if he didn't have to try. That would probably end like something out of a crappily made computer game... And he wasn't too keen on having THAT on his track record.

[h1]Kakine[/h1]

On the upside, this person was being MUCH more rational that Marisa was, regardless of her attitude just now. To be fair, it [i]was[/i] understandable, given how he had just explained things, but... Well, the fact that she was willing to comply meant that she was already much less of a headache than Marisa was being.

"My apologies for being so... Blunt, Ms. Lucina. The other guest currently in the city decided to take liberties and... Well..." he trailed off before seeing a giant rainbow-colored beam of energy through the eyes of his two spectating beetles and watching as it shattered into nothingness. Was she really picking a fight with that blockheaded fool...?

"Erm... Uncooperative would be the best way I can describe her right now. Anyways, this is Academy City, home to Tokyo's one and only Esper Developmental Program. Though I guess... A more apt way to describe it would be 'a curriculum designed to create and train espers'. Though they do seem like magic to most at first glance, these espers are all based upon the principles of scientific theory."

Well, that sounded like he was talking exactly like a tour guide. Riding on Fremea's backpack with a beetle did seem to have its uses (other than to protect her) after all. But there had to be a better way of explaining how she popped up here all of a sudden...

"The city is also the site of many scientists and, as a result, experiments are conducted daily to determine results. More likely than not, you ended up here as a result of a side-effect of one of the more recent ones. I'd apologize on behalf of the city itself, but that's outside of my domain."

Better. Well, the three of them were rapidly closing in on Touma and Marisa, so hopefully the situation wouldn't last long enough for some to get seriously injured. Hopefully.

[h3]Touma, Index, and Othinus[/h3]

"But kidnapping a person is NOT how you go about that sort of thing!" Othinus retorted as she felt herself jostle around as Marisa went to grab her mini-hakkero."The way you just described things is NOT how this is supposed to work!"

Index, too, was quite miffed. Not only that, though, but she was also astonished beyond belief. These tools had the possibility to ruin the world hundreds of times over, and she treated them like... This...?!

"Touma, we have to return these back to the Church's care for safety! It's too dangerous to let this petty thief keep them!" she cried out, to which Touma only had a short nod with which to reply.

"Yeah, if even I've heard of those magic artifact, they've gotta be pretty famous. Though I really don't care much for them right now..." he trailed off as a glowing rainbow-colored energy began gathering in front of Marisa's tool. Well, this... felt familiar.

"That... A railgun...? No, there's no metal..." Touma muttered to himself as Marisa declared her attack and fired off the giant multicolored beam of energy at his face. Instinctively, Touma raised his right hand in front of himself, causing the beam (all the way back to its origin where Marisa was holding that thing) to shatter and dissipate into nothingness with the usual sound that followed it. Huh. So it WAS supernatural!"

"Regardless of that fact, I can't leave you alone with Othinus." he said, taking a few steps towards Marisa. "Let her go already, alright? I'm really not in the mood for this today."

[h1]Hazama[/h1]
Wait. Shit. She was right. It wasn't the translation feature that he had been using, it was the handwriting ID tool. Fuuuuck. This is what he got for skimming over the damn profile that came with it. Son of a bitch. No wonder she had taken him for a fool this time. Every other time was planned, but this... This was his own folly. Shit. There had to be a way to salvage this.

In his rage, though, Hazama accidentally closed the portal that had been his link between where he was now and the Capital. Well, that was just fanTAStic, now wasn't it? God, ever since that fucking Hakumen--!

"...Fuck. okay. Calm yourself, kiddo." Hazama muttered taking a deep breath as he looked at the letter again; miraculously enough, it was still relatively uncrumpled. "Just gotta re-analyze this..."

With his regular green-black aura flickering around him, Hazama checked over the letter again, this time with the CORRECT tool.
Dlanor A. Knox. Well. What a bitch. A high-ranking UMMA official. And he, an SE operative, had to get her to sign it.
Fuck, when he finally sorted out this shit there would be hell to be had. Fuck the Black Beast; making a failure took too much out of him. No, after he got this shit done that hermit would be in for it. Nah, this shit was his fault, but making him go after that insane murder-doll? Absolutely fucking not. Nope, he needed someone to forge this bullshit. Well, that'd be easy enough, but he'd need to have a reference document to get it done right, and who fucking knew how hard THOSE were to come across.

"...Okay. That's it. That bitch is gonna fucking get this job done for me or I'll have her soul. Wonder if she'll like being like Phantom for the rest of time?" he mused to himself as he cracked open a portal to SE's HQ and stepped through it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Things were gonna get real bloody real fast, and hew as gonna love it. Every. Last. Second.