Jin Kisaragi
With the paperwork on his desk finally completed, Major Jin Kisaragi took a deep breath and called for his assistant to bring this elsewhere for completion. Ever since the incident involving Yuuki Terumi, the world had been at relative peace; given his current state, he was more apt to call that a blessing than anything else. Unlike the muscle-headed womanizer that was Kagura, he didn't have a body strong enough to withstand the battlefield any more. Even so, the Nox Nyctores at his side never left him. Be it out of some odd sense of nostalgia or something else entirely, Jin found himself compelled to keep it around. There were probably better places to keep a weapon of this power, but keeping it by his side in case of emergencies was probably smarter than simply keeping it stashed away somewhere.
"Well, if this is all..." he began to trail off before the a sudden wave of vertigo struck him. Wincing, the Major gripped the side of his desk as he attempted to steady himself. The last time he had encountered something like this was—!
"Phenomena.... Intervention?" he asked himself before the sudden shift caused him to lose focus.
When he finally managed to steady himself, Jin found himself no longer at his desk, but rather in front of a large tower of some variety. There were a few minutes of pause before the young man sighed and began to list off the possible culprits.
"The possibility of this being another timeline is incredibly low, given the lack of seithr here... Another world, then? A Sector Seven experiment gone wrong? Given that I have my memories, it's possible that there is an Observer somewhere..." he began to say quietly before deciding that finding the cause and punishing them could be dealt with later. For now, though, figuring out where and when he was took priority.
The snow that coated the park here wasn't helping matters much, either; though Jin was well accustomed to the cold, it wasn't the smartest of ideas to try and figure out anything while wandering around like a fool in this weather.
"Hmph. I can already feel something troublesome brewing in the air..."
Yukine Chris
With a sigh of relief, the white-haired young woman who had just managed to trudge on home to her apartment threw her backpack to the wayside before promptly falling face-first onto her bed. Winter vacation had just begun, which meant at least some degree of respite from studying and exams in between dealing with international crises.
That was the life of Yukine Chris, more or less—while her past was more than troubled, the life she had now was something in between 'average high schooler' and 'superhero-slash-vigilante'. Being able to relax without her apartment suddenly being crashed into by Hibiki or Miku (seriously, why did the old man have to give them keys to her place?!) was a blessing that she was keen to take. Genjuro had given her and the others the day off, at least; for that, she was grateful.
"...Alright, I guess that's enough lazing around for now," she finally said, pushing herself off of her bed before promptly changing out of her school uniform and into something less formal. "Getting groceries sounds like a smart idea."
With that, the young woman promptly grabbed a light jacket and put it on before leaving her apartment...
Only to find herself on a very unfamiliar street—and with more than a few people staring at her and murmuring among themselves.
"...Eh?"
There was a slight pause as Chris turned around, only to find that her apartment was definitely not there. What was equally shocking, though, was that there was a life-sized cardboard cutout of her standing just a few feet away. The image of her was equipped with the Gear she was familiar with, of course, but the fact that it existed at all was more shocking.
"Oi, oi, you've got to be kidding..." she muttered before glancing around. The various arcades and electronic shops in the area painted a rough picture of the area in Chris' mind, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she was probably in Akihabara. But that itself was fairly alarming; after all, she had been spontaneously teleported here, with no warning, from in front of her apartment.
Without missing a beat, Chris pulled out her cellphone and attempted to call Genjuro, only to find that the number wasn't functional (despite her signal being perfectly fine). Just great.
The growing crowd coupled with the odd circumstances caused Chris to glance up from her phone for a moment before she decided to slip away inside the nearest arcade. If there was anything that could get people off her trail that didn't involve some convoluted scheme of running away through the buildings or flying off, it was the ability of the people working here to do their jobs.
"But seriously, though... Who the heck would make that sort of creepy thing? It's not like I'm some sort of celebrity like senpai is..." she muttered as she began to rapidly dial through her friends' numbers in order. Even if Genjuro's didn't work, the possibility that someone else's might wasn't something that she could simply pass up.
