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Scarlet Everille     If anyone was hoping for a fun-packed field trip or breathtaking tour, they will be sorely disappointed. The outing, once described, is about as boring as it could possibly get. Sure, riding in the time cherished cliche of the currently dated limousine is a nice change of pace in of itself over practical or public transportation, but it's clear that nobody is going anywhere near the beautiful countryside or charming old-construction around or deep within the city today.

    The briefly mentioned "Accreditation Registry" isn't really a single building or legislative body, but a catchall term for the network of semi-independent, specialized offices spread all over each district. The one the car pulls up to in particular is a little nicer than the others, but still amounts to little more than a half-hearted attempted at period stone architecture over a prefab, three storey complex built like a military bunker with too many photovoltaic windows to be of any actual use. Nothing else of noteworthiness is even across the street, consisting of nothing but thoroughly generic office buildings used for the clerical work of bigger businesses. Even the signage, though pretending to be chiselled on a plaque, uninspiringly reads "West Greater London Magic Enabled Law Enforcement Ranking and Accreditation Agency". How fun.

    It's technically still a school day for Scarlet, and one that has just finished, so as is often the case when people come to her world rather than the opposite, she's still in uniform from the way back. At this point though, it might even be a purposeful ploy to rub it in any civil servant's face just whose friends they're dealing with. Who knows. Thankfully it saves on awkwardness for everyone when she opens the rear cabin door on arrival rather than the chauffer, avoiding any instances of public bowing.

    "Well, we're here. Thanks for coming out, since I know this isn't exactly your idea of a good time. It'll be quick, don't worry. They'll try and give you grief, but you know how it is with small dogs and barking. They can't touch you and they know it, so try and ignore it, okay?"
Guest Psyber     On the one hand, this was a fairly important meeting for Psyber to be at. It was a favor to Scarlet that he arrived, though he had asked for paperwork to be pre-shown to Nathan to check for legal loopholes that Psyber himself would miss. The player will leave that up to Scarlet to expound on if anyone is trying to trick the half-angel with legal jargon.

    On the other, Psyber is ever so slightly not early. He's pretty much on time, but not quite. Parking his car (yes, he did bring a 20th century muscle car into future London), he gets out of the driver's side and leaves it open for the people who carpooled with him to get out after.

    He has a huge bag of Burger King in his hand, having stopped to get dinner before arriving, "Man, can you believe the motherfucking Chicken Fries are back? I'm stoked. This is almost as good as the McRib's return, or when they discount fish sandwiches on Fridays near Lent."

    He looks over to Scarlet, half of a double-cheeseburger shoved in his mouth, "Don't worry, I know how to deal with law enforcement and bureaucracy, sorta. It's all good, here," Psyber comments as he munches.

    It's uncertain how much of this is what a natural, more relaxed Psyber (something which most people haven't seen in months) looks like and how much is him playing up his American Persona for Scarlet's amusement.
Nozomi Houken     Nozomi has no head for legal paperwork, so Psyber will probably have been asked to look hers over, as well. She's very flustered by the whole thing already, especially after what happened the last time they were here, and on top of that, TIGER has taken to the rooftops, given the cramped nature of the limo. So she's in there on her own, probably seated right next to Psyber where she's safe. Even once they get out of the limo, she's careful to stay close and not make much noise, although Scarlet's advice gets the sort of nod that seems to suggest 'I'm not sure about that, but I'll /try/.'

    Psyber mostly just gets stared at, that is a huge cheeseburger.

    Now that they've arrived, however, Taiga apparently feels it an appropriate time to hop down off the rooftops and saunter up, falling into step with Nozomi easily.
Kyra Hyral     Kyra almost jumped out of the car when she realized this visit would comprise mostly of...filling out whatever boring paperwork this Agency wanted out of them to ensure their continued 'operations' in this world. As much as she liked Scarlet, Kyra had limits, and most of those limits revolved around dealing with bureaucracy.

    Kyra herself is also still in partial uniform, having left school right away to join up with the rest of Heaven and Hell for the mission stuff of the day plus whatever tasks Haruno had in store for her. The only really recognizable piece on her is the plaid skirt in the tartan generally associated with Alexander Academy. "I dunno, Psyber, I wasn't even aware that Chicken Fries even left." Kyra looks up briefly from her mPad where she seems to be...reading some kind of paper? It has a three column format from what anyone shoulder surfing the white mage can see. Looking even more closely will reveal the contents to be some kind of dense biochemistry piece.

    The mPad disappears back into her backpack once the car stops and people start piling out.
Ayako Hasekawa     Yay! Outing! Outing! Yeah, it's not exactly going to be fun or exciting, but oddly enough, Ayako happens to like this sort of thing. It might be her odd tendancy to answer questions. It might be having paper proof that she exists. It might be she likes filling out forms. Heck, maybe all of the above and then some. The ride is nice, at least.

    Oh, this charmingly decorated with half-hearted effort military bunker! Yes, Ayako likes this type of thing too. Mostly because it's a very human thing to do. She gets out of the limosine and quickly looks around, her amber eyes darting from side to side quickly. "Eh heh heh. Oh it's fine! I love bureaucracy!"
Kimiko Shinobu     Through convenient coincidence, Kimiko was nearby at the right time to get a ride with Psyber, rather than having to get over from Mitakihara some other way, herself. She isn't saying anything about fast food, or anything at all, but she is quietly wiping her fingers with cheap napkins that she then carefully folds and places in a pocket.

    Leaving the legal-checking Nathan was enough for her peace of mind, too. She'd be a little hard-pressed to think of anyone she'd rather read a contract for her, in fact, prior to seeing it herself. That being the case, she would have still made the attempt on her own to understand what it was to a working level of detail.

    Scarlet gets a nod from the Puella Magi, today dressed not as such, but again as closely approximating an ordinary highschool-aged girl as possible. There's nothing particularly for her to say here, given how little she says in general.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur sits in the limo and racks up every expense except alcoholic ones. Which is, uh. Not that expensive. It's just obnoxious enough of a gesture to seem intentional, but not actually damaging enough to be a problem. "HA HA HA HA." Arthur says, grinning wide. "If these FUCKERS think they can match ARTHUR LOWELL in dishin' out the GRIEFING, I'mma 'bout to get 'em SCHOOLED so hard that HELIOSANCTUS will try to get me TENURED with 'em." He pops his neck. "ALRIGHT PRINCESS, what's the SCHEME?" He asides to Scarlet herself. "You know HOW SHIT WORKS, right? I keep the REALEST FLOW but I take REUQESTS where I PUT IT, anything gonna FUCK UP TOO BAD if I just DO MY USUAL?" He shrugs blandly as he's heading up to the building, intent on swaggering in grandly.
Kaname Madoka     In contrast to Scarlet, Madoka has actually come looking a lot more casual than usual! That's to say, she's decided to come out in a long-sleeved, pastel-pink shirt patterned with stars and paired it with an off white skirt with translucent frills at the end. At the very least, it's probably a bit relieving for Psyber - and any others who have seen her more than a few times, really - to see her finally shedding that school uniform of hers. Even if it was always perfectly clean and otherwise free of blemish each time she wore it outside, one had to wonder when that was the only thing she ever wore. Really, is she just -that- conscientious about cleaning her clothes? ... or is she like one of those princesses who have seven different copies of their favorite dress, one for every day of the week?

    Well, that's her secret, and if you asked she would probably just put a finger to her lips and say 'Not telling~'. No one here is rude enough to actually ask, though, are they? Nope! Didn't think so.

    So that aside, she shows up with shortly behind Psyber, coming to a sudden halt from a quickened pace once she catches up with everyone. Psyber's kinda fast, and a lot taller, so she has to work to keep up sometimes if the angel isn't constantly looking behind himself to check if she's still there. That doesn't seem to bother her at all, though! In fact, she's looking pretty chipper today. With her head perked up, her feet propped up just a little by the heels of her shoes, and a bright smile, she looks the very picture of energy. She loves coming to Scarlet's world!

    ... I mean, okay, no, she isn't thrilled when she hears where they'll be going today, but. But! It just wouldn't be very nice to complain when Scarlet already went out of her way to acknowledge that, and she's definitely not going to. Quite the opposite of how she feels, she actually tries to widen her smile! If only a little. She can tell that Scarlet herself probably isn't that thrilled to have to do this, so she deserves a little something for toughing it out. That 'something', at least from Madoka, is going to be her best efforts to channel some of her energy into her friend. As long as someone acts excited, everyone will feel a little better, right? Sure! Or at least that's the thought pattern she's going off of until proven otherwise.

    In the spirit of that, she greets Scarlet with a vibrant wave of her hand and a warm chime of her voice. "Hi, Scarlet!" Kimiko gets the same if she didn't happen to see her on the way over, although since her wave has died down by then she probably gets a grinning nod instead. The mention of small dogs and barking reminds her a little bit of how it was last time, though -- kinda loud and scary. That -does- impact her smile a bit, but not so much that it disappears completely. "I'm sure it'll be fine," She says. "As long as people don't get as upset as last time, anyway. Ehehe..." Thankfully, there's not a public demonstration in progress right now nor an angry mob, so she doubts things will take that sharp a turn. Thank goodness!

    A few glances are given to Ayako, Kyra, and Arthur, too, though she kinda has to fight to suppress a wince at the latter's volume. Still, she would eagerly greet any return glances with smiles and nods just as she had for the others.

    ... eventually, though, Psyber and any others nearby would likely begin to hear the telltale slurping of an empty cup coming from Madoka's direction. It is, of course, only a matter of moments before she begins hesitantly tapping Psyber's shoulder to get his attention, copping ~puppy eyes~ whilst she begs for a few more of his fries. A-Are there any at the bottom of the bag, maybe? Hey, can we get another order on the way home? ... does fast food still exist in Scarlet's world?

    Quick, something bad needs to happen! Distract her before it's too late!
Arthur Lowell     On his way in, he'll stop by Kyra. "Everything ALL COOL with the MAGIC WEIRDNESS? Give a SHOUT or a SIGN or whatever, soon as you might need a lil' BACKUP." Then he waves to Psyber. "SHIT YEAH, bro, got that right. I wonder if I can get the LIMO to GRAB SOME on the WAY BACK! Always wanted to do THAT shit, hahaha!" He's in high spirits!

    And then there's NOZOMI AND KIMIKO! The former, he enjoys casually badgering both, though the latter especially these days. "AW SHIT, here comes BOSTON DYNAMICS, what up you two?" More goofy names for Taiga. These are getting a little obscure, now referencing the pair. And Kimiko? "'AYYYYY, KIMI! Been a WHILE! Think it was that MIZUKI CHAT, right? SHIT, how've you been SINCE THEN? You still rockin' the HIGH on that STRUNG there?" He laughs at his own dumb joke, as usual.

    Madoka gets some fingerguns. "NOT A CHANCE." He says, grinning! "THIS TIME we're not dealin' with DUMB INTERNET MANCHILD OUTRAGE, we're dealing with ACTUAL ADULTS with JOBS. Shit's a WHOLE NEW BALLGAME, yo."
Maya Selena Campbell aka Maya was here again she'd kist kept up the idenity really given she didn't want to cause poltical issues either way between this world and her own. Partially for her own ale and also to keep any trouble from Scarlet potentially as well. She was here once more and dressed in a more subdued fashion than she might be normally. She's also got her long blue hair lose as well for once.

" I'm not too concerned about getting greif it could be worse. Neogations haven't broken down with it all being a ploy to make an attempt on my life so I'm fine with things here."
Kyra Hyral     "Oh, hey." Kyra grins at Arthur. "It's still happening. Uh, it hasn't gotten more frequent, which is good! I was able to experiment with Red Saber a little and I definitely determined that the problem is /me/! Not the magic particles, but the fact that they're coming through me! I still wanna talk with you sometime. A whole 'coming to spacegod' sort of thing."

    Kyra waggles her fingers at Madoka in greeting. "Heeeey." she says softly, completely unsurprised by the begging for chicken fries. Come to think of it, whenever Kyra has met Madoka in person, she's always been really interested in food.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko cocks her head to one side in apparent serious contemplation of Arthur's question, though it barely gets answered with a nod and a "Since then," before it seems things have moved on. Still, Arthur's words to Scarlet has her note, "You make it sound like you're planning mischief."

    To Nozomi's eventual despair, it is possible that Kimiko ate all the chicken fries Psyber was willing to spare. There could be more in there, though.
Kaname Madoka     Before, Madoka probably would've made the closest possible approximation of a sweatdrop in response to Arthur before, but honestly, she's starting to get used to him now. Probably TOO used to him, actually, because what he said was actually sort of comforting! She still holds her wrist in her hand a moment - it's a reflexive reaction to the loudness, really - but she manages a small nod at the same time. She can't parse the phrase 'dumb internet manchild' fast enough to actually reply to it, but she'll probably get it some time later. Like, she'll probably think about what the phrase 'manchild' means and it'll click, and she'll have an 'ooooohhh' moment. For now, though: "Yeah, I hope so. Think so!" Looking up at the building, she can't help but think, wow, how ironic is it that she's actually -more- comfortable going into an office building than just some place on the street? ... living in the Heaven or Hell Tower is probably starting to take its toll.

    A-And as for Kyra? Well, she... kinda catches her red-handed. As soon as she looks away from Psyber again, she sees Kyra, and her cheeks erupt in a blush. She immediately glances away, looking to some random part of the sky. Plleeaaassseee forget that you saw that, please please please.
Guest Psyber     To his credit, Psyber is fairly giving and willing to forfeit food to people when they ask. This is in spite of offering to buy everyone who rode over with him their own meals. So Madoka, begging as she is, gets the bag put in her hands, "You can have the leftovers, but you're on trashcan duty to dispose of it." There will be some french fries, maybe even a loose onion ring, in the bottom of the bag.

    "You probably could. Slum it right up a bit. You could even go super high class and take it through a Mickey D's and get Mac Sauce on everything you order like some kind of rich guy." He comments to Arthur before looking over at Kyra, "Yeah they left! There was damn near rioting in the streets when the chicken fries left. Kept em gone for like... YEARS. Now they're back again."
Kaname Madoka     The food bag is placed in Madoka's hands, but she has yet to recover from noticing Kyra noticing her, so. Uhm. She just kinds sits there, eyes trained on the bottom of the bag. "T-Thanks," She meekly mutters, but she just can't bring herself to take a bite. Too self-conscious! ... or, well, too self-conscious until she forgets anyway. Once she's not embarrassed anymore she'll probably be very happy to scarf up whatever's left.

    Unfortunately, it'll probably be a while before then, so she'll probably be carting it around for a while...
Scarlet Everille     Nathan will have found a minimum of sneaky bullshit on his careful perusal through the requisite papers. The legalese is about as standard as it comes, though there's a lot of unfamiliar jargon that takes some research to properly follow up on. It's a quadruple nested, headache inducing mess, but there's no real attempt to directly deceive the reader, and is fairly standard in most respects to UN approved law enforcement policies, save the additional benefits that they can't track and hold anyone present's personal data outside of the world aside from what can already be requested from the Union or Syndicate (i.e. Arthur himself), reports can be filed through Njorun or the network, and definitions of armed escalation are almost exploitably lax due to a lack of properly experienced multiversal lawyers to fully define all types of offensive abilities.

    The fact they aren't permitted to requisition anything is a minor inconvenience with multiversal resources at their disposal anyways, so the only real downsides of the position are a general prohibition on attempting to freelance investigate government property, and a series of clauses concerned with keeping public peace, which more or less come down to "You can pull your gun on something more easily than our cops, but we'll string you up by your ankles if you cast Fire-3 on the street."

    It's obvious the instant that the muscle car pulls up that Scarlet is doing her best to half-heartedly hide her amusement at Psyber seeming to take the location as a challenge to be as American as possible. Though he often does it purely to antagonize, she seems to find the whole thing inordinately entertaining. "And there they are! Hi Madoka~" is all she really says out loud as the second car stops, waving cheerily to them as she closes the limo door. "That makes a full eight. Enough for two squads even. Not bad."

    She begins walking up the superfluous cobble road from the street curb, passing trees that were probably transplanted to either side last year. "Well, you don't want to misrepresent yourself." she says half-seriously to Arthur. "Aim for a 6 out of 10, but don't feel free to dish it out if they step to you~ I've explained before, but two of their bosses will slap them sideways if they actually try to renege on anything."

    She looks to Nozomi. "Oh, good, bring Taiga in. You'll need to register him as well. They'll want to take a general census of everyone here, but they won't be putting you in a lab room for Reasons. Be honest, but don 't feel the need to show your whole hand. Other than that, I'm aware they have some kind of arrangement ready. You'll take care of some manner of business for them and they'll count it as credit against a month's worth of certification exams. Good deal right? Unfortunately I don't get to hear what it is, but I'm sure these people don't have the brains or the stones to make it too bad."

    The interior lobby is a lot nicer than the exterior of the building would suggest, despite the rather limited range of neutral-cool tones on display. It's a far cry from the Dilbert-esque nightmare people might have been expecting, though even the relatively modern and open floor plan seems a bit old fashioned compared to what they've seen here by now, despite the dark, hardwood desks, self-cleaning carpeted floors, and adjustable photo framed "artworks" trying to spice up all the grey and blue.
Scarlet Everille     There are two people behind the front desk. One is about the most stereotypical looking secretary one could imagine, as if deliberately hired to give off the impression of a reputable office to old people, charcoal blouse, hair bun and everything, busy as a bee with a thick pile of projected AR screens in lieu of a crappy beige box computer. The other is an older gentleman who looks intensely bored and half again as blue collar, not having even tried to pick out a memorable tie. The only interesting thing is that his eye colour denotes sight magic, though rather than the vivacious violet people may be used to corresponding to a natural blue by now, his are kind of a dull, royal purple.

    "Names, photo ID and number of attendees." he drones out loud, glancing out at the muscle car parked outside with the faintest hint of sudden interest.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako giggles brightly at how sterotypically American Psyber is trying to act as he arrives. "Psyber! That's..." She can't complete her sentance and just giggles brightly while shaking her head.

    Once she recovers, she waves hello cheerfully to those that arrived with Psyber. "Hello everyone! Oh oh, may I ride that on the way back?" Ayako's amber eyes practically sparkle at the sight of the muscle car. The fast food gets a curious look, but not for too long. There's things to do, after all!

    She nods her head slowly as Scarlet talks and then... pauses. "Um... photo ID?"
Kyra Hyral     Kyra slowly frowns as her greeting seems to have made Madoka a little...embarassed? Flustered? Kyra can't precisely tell what exactly is going through Madoka's mind besides what seems to be some semblance of shame. She wasn't acting this way before Kyra said hello, leading her to wonder. Maybe she herself was too boisterous for Madoka?

    Rather than dwelling on it, she shrugs it off and looks to Psyber. "I know a place that sells those on campus." she mentions casually.

    "Oh!" Kyra says excitedly, "Are we making squads now? Man Dominic is going to be so jealous if I wind up in some kind of law enforcement before him. I didn't even want to!" She giggles, mentally filing away that they're going to have some kind of 'work' set out for them already as a sort of trial run.

    Kyra takes in the interior of the building with some surprise. This was not what she had in mind when she assumed she was attending to a bureaucratic nightmare today. It seems reasonable. Kyra has no inclination to hide who she is: "Kyra Hyral." she says casually, fishing out her school ID card.
Guest Psyber     "Oh sure, Ayako. I can give you a ride back," Psyber comments idly as they head inside.
    Psyber rummages around in his jacket and pulls out an ID holder and badge. He opens it and shows it to the man when he asks for ID, "Yeah. FBI Agent McGroyn. First name Holden. You can call the Bureau to verify my ID at..." Psyber lists off a number. The number, by the way if called, will lead to one of probably a dozen cell phones in Nathan's desk, each labeled with which ID he's covering for. Because if you need someone to answer a phone and sound like a clerical worker, you can't do much better than Nathan Hall.

    Psyber then leans in a bit to whisper to the worker, "You like that car? It's a classic. 1971 Dodge Challenger, got the classic high-power 440 V8 engine in it, with the four speed transmission. Hard top, because really, convertibles are for teenagers, right? People want the Mustang or the Camaro, but I think they're way overplayed for that year range. Gen one Mustang and Gen Two Camaros tried way to hard to be little sportsters. You want that big muscle behind it all, you know?"

    The half-angel seems to not mind chewing someone's ear off about his car.
Nozomi Houken     The carpeted floors are probably going to need a little more attention than their self-cleaning nature can provide for, after this. I mean, Taiga can certainly avoid letting his claws dig in with every step he takes if he focuses on it, but if anyone were to upset Nozomi, that might be distracting enough that he forgets to. Completely on accident.

    (Not on accident.)

    Unfortunately for Nozomi, she doesn't actually have any kind of fake ID setup or the like. So much like Kyra, she's going to have to rely on actual, school ID and hope it doesn't come back to bite her. "Ah... Nozomi, Nozomi Houken." Her robotic companion, meanwhile, looks briefly at Scarlet, acknolwedging her advice, and then declares, "I do not possess any identification. My legal status is 'property of an off-world government'. However, Nozomi Houken is my officially-designated user and possesses license to operate me." Hello, I am cat. Beep boop.

    Once she no longer has to have her ID out, Nozomi sort of... shifts herself a little deeper into the group, where there's more people around her. This ends up putting her next to Ayako, at whom she glances briefly before murmuring, "...I don't understand any of this car stuff."
Kaname Madoka     You know, if someone wants to visit the imperial palace in Kyoto, they need to show their ID, their tickets, and line up in perfectly parallel lines that are all spaced apart equally so that the guards can be sure they're counting properly. Given that, what these people ask for at the desk is actually pretty lax relative to what she's used to. That said, she's... actually not sure if she has a photo ID? S-She never got a driver's lisence, and she doesn't have a resident registration card, and if she ever had a social insurance card it probably got lost in Mitakihara. That said, would any of those things even be applicable in this world? She has no real choice but to tug on Psyber's shoulder again on the off chance that he had made her some sort of documentation for being in Heaven or Hell. M-Maybe?

    In the meanwhile, her eyes flit about the office. The bored-looking man with the purple eyes -does- garner a cant of her head. S-So it's true after all, not all mages are like Scarlet and the, um... the people at the academy. Some are just average people. Honestly, though, he looks kind of sad. Even when Madoka was little it would make her feel a bit torn up inside to see people with extremely mundane office jobs if only because she would wish that she could, she doesn't know, make them look less like they hate living? When you have a mom like hers, it's a lot more noticeable than it probably is for some others: she had a business job, had to wear a suit, that sort of thing, but she was always so exuberant! So maybe it isn't the job, but the person? ... either way, she doesn't suppose that she's going to solve this person's problems in the few minutes that she's going to spend here. So...

    ... so she just focuses back on Psyber. The joke behind the name totally flies over her head, so if anyone else lets out a snicker or a grin, she's probably just going to cant her head at them. Oh, but she should probably say something, too! In the end, though, she really can't think up any good substitute names, so... so...

    "I'm... Madoka?" Maybe she could, um, write her name in different kanji or something if they ask? Would that work? For now, she just slinks behind Psyber and hopes that she still looks young enough to pass as a juvenile. D-Does pink hair make her look related to Psyber, possibly? Geez, that would be convenient.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko actually does have both a school ID and a driver's license (specifically, motorcycle) with her, but the one she pulls out to show is neither of those. It's a Union-issued ID that acknowledges her position within the faction while making it a little harder to trace her home address, since there are plenty of people who would rather that not be possible to anyone without clearance. This also has the advantage of making it available in English, while nothing else she carries is.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako has to really work to stifle her giggle and general reaction at 'Holden McGroyn'. It's not enough really. She's trembling gently with a smile on her face. It takes a moment, but she manages to recover her levity to turn back to the clerks.

    She doesn't want to hold up the line! "Umm... I'm Ayako Hasekawa." She smiles a bit awkwardly. "I... I don't really have a photo ID." Ayako can't help it really. There are a lot of things working against her having a photo ID. One, she isn't very good at keeping physical objects on her. She tends to drop such things often. Two, well... she is a shapeshifting water girl. Although she tends to look generally the same, her hair style changes often, as does her clothes.
Konoe Kanno      GENSOKYO - MARISA'S HOUSE - HOURS AGO

     Konoe was asleep. The bones of a tuna laying nearby. A blissful, food coma that only comes about once every century. There was no greater joy for one such as her than-

     Wait a minute.

     -Her eyes shot open. "WAIT A SECOND. ISN'T TODAY--" Quickly, she got up, hrands to her head as she panicked. "AHHHHHHHHH! I'M LATE! TODAY'S AHHHH! DAMN IT MARISA-SAN! DAMN YOU AND YOUR TUNA!" She quickly flew out the door.

     NOW

     There is a rapid pattering of footsteps before someone skids to a halt right next to Psyber, dressed in a business suit she got from god knows where. There she is, huffing and puffing, Konoe Kanno. "My apologies, Agent Holden Mcgroyn-san. I was busy...apprehending a dangerous tun-I mean criminal." She looked forward and nodded.

     "Agent Konoe Kanno, FBI! What's the situation!?"

     She had no idea what FBI actually was. Fresh Baked Igauna?
Arthur Lowell     Before he enters properly, he gives a wink to Kimiko. "ALWAYS, Kimi." Then Arthur Lowell shoves his way into the room. "ARTHUR LOWELL! ROCKET-POWERED JERK and INTERGALACTIC HOOLIGAN by trade. HERE." He gives his photo-ID. It's... It's an Sburb profile shaped like an ID card. That is to say, it provides things like his Echeladder level, player ID, ChumHandle, and things like that. It does seem to be... Some kind of identification, though. It's got, you know, scannable codes imprinted on it that do seem to link to some sort of official ID database run off some ancient Skaianet server somewhere, linked directly to identification on the Syndicate Network that marks him as the admin. It's sort of official enough, but it sure is gonna get some stares.

    "We got, hey, EIGHT PLUS K-9000 here and NOW ALSO A CAT I guess." He gestures helplessly at Konoe. "So, WHERE DO WE HEAD, after I go SIT DOWN for AGES tryin'a WAIT on TIME TO hit the APPOINTMENT? I got a TON of NOOBS TO OWN on DUMB MOBILE GAMES."

    Scarlet said 6/10, so he's at around a 7. Just a little too much, but not enough to disrupt.
Maya Maya would hand the person collecting IDs she nods she pulls out her ID well for this idenity and she flashes it Selena Campbell and everything else lines up with her being from yes an world called Septerra someone from a notable magic school there.

"Is this enough? Such a global ID system is physically impossible at this time on my world of origin I'm afraid."
Scarlet Everille     "Photo ID." the man reiterates at Ayako. "Government issued identification with a photographic image of you on it, or equivalent. Union ID is fine." He already sounds like the one guy whose job was unimportant enough to run him through the superfaction legal obstacle course less than a week beforehand. "I see 8 here, can you verify the total number of your party?" Bizarrely, he actually gets out a pen and paper for the following, while the other secretary looks up long enough to start snapping viewfinder shots on presented identification, potentially for security reasons.

    "Hyral, Kyra, student, Galianda... Houken, Nozomi, special forces, Japan... and guest... Shinobu, Kimiko, student, also Japan... *mumble*, Madoka, student, Japan as well..." The notes might just be a reminder to look it up later, but he might just be phoning it in a little. "Hasekawa, Ayako, unregistered, more Japan... Campbell, Selena, another student, Septerra..." He then looks to Psyber's FBI card with a look that could not possibly communicate the phrase "Are you serious?" without a sign, before letting out an "I don't get paid enough" sigh. "McGroyn, Holden, intelligence, USA... " A second groan goes out to Konoe's appearance, eliciting a sharp elbow from the woman sitting next to him. "Kanno, Konoe, intelligence, still obviously Japan... Christ the orient must be doing pretty well out there." Another elbow shuts him up. "Lowell, Arthur, unemployed, *mumble* alright we're good." The pen slaps down on the desk, as if he never wishes to touch such an instrument again.

    He seems to be dearly wishing that he could just tell everyone to get out right now, but his mood changes oh-so-subtly as Psyber feels the need to drop the full specifications of his car on him. Of course the terms are all ancient by now, but that just makes it even more of a classic. To his credit, the desk jockey does an admirable job of pretending not to really care, but a hint of interest is clearly visible in the way he keeps glancing back to it. Poor guy probably drives an electric.

    "Alright, if you'll all follow me into the back please. We..." He cuts off suddenly as Scarlet slips in through the open door, innocuously sidling into view. "...have some forms for you to fill out, some new pictures to take, drug tests, you know the deal. Come with me." His posture as he stands up is remarkably stiff, gesturing for the rest to follow through the minefield of ringing phones and bleeping displays. The uncanny sense of magical distortion can be felt from what must be a basement floor.

    Only once he is fully out of sight of the front end does he do a sharp detour, completely skipping the studio and doing a full keycard, finger imprint and retinal scan routine on a locked door like a spy movie, heading down an austerely plain staircase. "Showing up here with that kid. I hope you know what you're doing. God have mercy if you don't."
Nozomi Houken     "...eh?" Nozomi blinks a few times. "Drug tests?" She looks at Ayako briefly, then Scarlet, then Psyber. This is, as it happens, a concept the poor girl has quite literally never had to deal with in her life. She doesn't even know what it entails beyond 'they will somehow check if she's on drugs'. Which she's not so she's /pretty/ sure they won't find anything. But then again, who knows what's considered a drug by this world's standards?

    Suddenly Nozomi is nervous again. And probably sticking a bit closer to Ayako now.

    Clunk clunk clunk goes Taiga, meanwhile, regarding the man curiously. "She is an ally of ours. Is there some issue with this?"
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako can't help but let a little giggle escape when the clerk says, 'McGroyn, Holden' out loud. Yes, she is like a little tomboyish girl at times. She follows after the clerk curiously... and glances downwards towards the ground often. That magical distortion is distracting her a little. Her eyes do blink quickly when she notes the full spead of security checks done to open the door leading to the staircase downwards, though.

    Ayako smiles brightly at the clerk's statement! "Of course I don't know what I'm doing! That's half the fun!"
Kyra Hyral     Kyra puts back her ID, swallowing a laugh at the double-whammy of Psyber being AMERICAN and Konoe being some kind of intelligence agent. At least she THINKS that's what it is because her world doesn't have an FBI either-she just assumes from the man's reaction that the I must stand for Intelligence.

    She's cheerful enough, even as they try to lead everyone into a suspicious back room to do who knows what, only to be diverted at the last moment by Scarlet's appearance. Despite this, Kyra injects some more light-hearted joking. "Oh a drug test. I've studied a lot of drugs so that should be easy for me to pass." Kyra waggles her fingers as she steps into the staircase downward.

    Idily, she starts casting Scan on the locals, starting with the guy with the purple eyes so she has some kind of idea of the level of magic they're dealing with here.
Kaname Madoka     ... it's like the second Scarlet shows up, everything changes. That's been true pretty much everywhere except for the rally. Madoka knows that her family is important, and Scarlet has at least tried to explain the 'hows' and 'whys' - her family is really powerful where magic is concerned, right? - but these sort of things still never cease to amaze her. She gives Scarlet a bit of a look once the clerk fast-forwards them past due process as if to ask all these unspoken questions at once. Psyber's the detective here, not her, but she can't help being curious. There's... a lot more to Scarlet than meets the eye, obviously, but it seems like that goes a lot deeper than what she's already revealed. In fact, what if all the special things she's said already are just... smokescreens? Little tips to throw them off of something even bigger until she's ready to share, if she's ever ready to share?

    Well, just more reason for her to try to get to know her better. It seems like this gets more and more like a mystery film every time she visits anyway! Maybe she should invite her to a restaurant like the one in that Edward Hopper painting, dress up all mysterious, something like that? ... she -does- smile at the thought, but that's not going to escape her mouth any time today. I mean, she may invite her to do something sometime, but now... isn't sometime. Now is investigation time! She can figure out more about Scarlet when they're not finding out more about this place. Still, she can't help being astonished by the fact that Heaven or Hell has just sort of gone along with Scarlet so far. How can they solve the world's mysteries if they don't even know that much about their client? Or maybe that's just her inexperience talking.

    On that note, she looks to the clerk again when prompted. She beams, oddly enough. "Don't worry! Everything is gonna be fine." It goes unspoken that, no, she has absolutely no idea what she's doing, and she really hasn't had a very good idea any time she's come here. Still, she's going to find out one of these days, and this is just another step in that process! Besides, she feels safe surrounded by so many friends, and if they're upsetting some invisible supervillain or something... well. She looks over her shoulder if only to be cinematic.

    They'll be ready for 'em~.
Guest Psyber     "You know, you wanna buy that car, it's not a bad price. I'll give you fair market value for a resto job like that. Fourty Thousand British pounds is about what it's worth in my era's money. Now you may say that's pretty expensive, and it is, don't get me wrong here. But sixty thousand Multiversal credits, the going rate? Is pretty good. That car isn't getting younger, and that thing is museum quality. I bet you could flip it for twice that," Psyber says, walking along next to the worker, slightly distracted with trying to sell him a car as his random fixation of the day.

    He's generally amicable to coming along with the flow of the group. He doesn't seem to object to drug tests, and there's a real chance that when ACTUAL IDs are necessary, he'll at least give a different name from Holden McGroyn. Probably not his real name, though. He never gives that out.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko frowns a little at 'drug tests,' having not had to deal with that, either, and having not been told that would be a thing. On the other hand, it looks like they're not going the usual route once they're through the first door, and that gives her the idea that a certain level of duplicitousness could be going on, here. Thinking back a few moments--it was because of that, right?

    She's just quietly walking, otherwise.
Arthur Lowell     Unemployed? WHAT!! Well, Arthur's not at 11/10 at the moment, so he lets that slide with a grin and a wink, and follows along. "I ALWAYS KNOW what I'm DOING." Arthur says, giving Desk Jockey some double fingerguns. "Doin' with HER what I've done for a LONG TIME. Shit ALWAYS works out ALRIGHT in the end. Eh, get BEAT UP a bit, not like I'm not gonna FEEL THE PAIN, but HEY, it WORKS!" He laughs a bit there. "Don't worry about my SOUL, bro, got PLENTY of GOD'S MERCY lined up for THAT."

    He progresses onwards! Assuming that drug tests, pictures, and similar progress without incident, he'll go along with it without too much issue. He can fill out forms and get a picture taken without making a face that's TOO obnoxious. There's nothing about him that would be really objectionable, unless this place detects gods and hates them or something.
Konoe Kanno      Konoe, clueless about pretty much everything she just said, minus the tuna, valiantly recovered her constitution and straightened up, proceeding to follow the group along like a good little latecomer. "Hmmn...." Her gaze swept left and right as they were led through, and she could feel a vague sense of...something below their feet. What was up with that?

     Oh well.

     Watching their guide go through the motions at the door once they were out of sight was kind of cool. She'd never seen that kind of thing before. What was revealed wasn't impressive, but they weren't exactly here to be impressed, were they? Nope. No they were not. His comment about Scarlet earns him a curious arch of the brow.

     Konoe glanced back at her quickly, but said nothing. Huh. Guess everyone had their mysteries.

     ...

     "...Waaaait a second." The INTELLIGENCE AGENT mumbled to herself, slowing down a tad as something dawned on her.

     ".....Holden Mcgroyn?"

     Someone was super slow.
Maya Selena says "Earth in general seems to be doing very well out there to be honest."

She gives an honest smile asn EArth's one of the most common worlds she's run into but so far she's yet to cause any trouble. She really doesn't try to do that but it always does seem to find her. She pauses at Konoe as she gets it and somehow keeps a straight face. Inside she's laughing, if this was not serious? She'd be laughing out loud.
Scarlet Everille     Scarlet shrugs at Madoka's look, remaining by the door. Though it was worth a shot, even she can't just walk right into the back of a government office. Even one full of pencil pushers.

    "Don't even joke about that kid." the desk jockey says to Kyra. "Like saying "bomb" at an airport. You think it's funny until you get detained anyways." The White Mage quickly finds that the number of mages in the building is actually pretty astounding, getting close to triple digits, but despite everyone in the building clearly being some bracket of mature adult, all of them are dramatically less powerful than even some of the younger kids at Heliosanctus. They aren't amateurs, managing to pass for at least mediocre even by the standards of a much more highly magical world like her own, but that makes the difference, and the inherent unfairness, pretty sobering.

    While he can tolerate a little cold challenge from Taiga however, and what he can at least assume to be facetiousness from Ayako, actual, legitimate insistence that everything is okay from Madoka seems to get something to grind in his gears. He holds his hand up once Psyber gets halfway through his sales pitch, obviously wrestling with some words for a few moments. "Alright, as a favour to someone with taste in cars." He was going to say it anyways. "No offense, but you're all kind of rubes here. I'm not saying you're stupid, hell most of you are probably smarter than me, but every day I come in here to a century's worth of bullshit piled all the way up to my neck, and right now I see a car full of tourists taking the brand new overpass.".

    "When they found out I had the gift, my parents yanked me out of school and shipped me off to a private academy run under the crown. I got 4 solid years there, 6 years out in the field, and I'm still doing it after 10 years behind a desk. Even my house smells like blood and ozone, and that kid out front who hasn't even gone to her senior dance could break me over her knee like a wet twig and not even get house arrest. You really think she needs my say-so to have you do what she wants?" The length of the stairs and the fact that there is only a single door at the end indicates that the group isn't headed towards a photo lab anymore.

    "We all have the files on ever Blueblood family in the country, domestic and foreign visit. That couple is pushing 80 and they've got one kid. Mind you that's not even middle age for them, but by now the rest have popped out 4 or 5 and sent most, if not all, up for adoption to keep the blood strong. Those two got one on their first try, higher scores than either of them ever got, their whole family already has lifetime VIP at the best school in the country, and they just stop there. They've got connections like a telephone book and they've been sitting on them for 30 years. Some dubious imports, a couple of unprofessional favours, that's it. Their social club friends get to talk about throwing a case against them out of court twice a decade just because we like to keep them on their toes, but those ones... there hasn't been a case on them since before I was even alive. You see what I'm getting at?"

    A few more sets of doors going through a corridor that looks suspiciously like an airlock lead to what appears to be a lobby under the main one, possibly once an examination chamber for routine testing of new mages to register a rank in the government database, but now a flourescently lit warzone stacked high with computers and a dozen other staff members mumbling around a spell circle messily spray painted on the ground over top of an existing, clean one, the center of which is filled with an amalgamation of twitching, shivering, triple-jointed human arms the size of the front of a semi truck, the maddening, nervous drumming of fingers against the floor and walls familiar to some here.
Scarlet Everille     "Then Friday we get a notification you're being sent here, and yesterday, this happens. Welcome to my life. Our, lives." He looks to Arthur pointedly. "Getting beat up isn't what I'm warning you away from, and if I'm allowed to sound dramatic for a minute, God's mercy won't do much for you."
Nozomi Houken     Aw, now you gone and done it. Most of this stuff is way over Nozomi's head, but she can tell something's got the guy extremely dissatisfied, and she's involved in it somehow. She may be getting better at normal everyday interactions with people, but dealing with someone who actually seems to be angry in her general direction is still a bit beyond her; the more he says, the more she inches back, until she's pretty much hiding behind Ayako outright.

    Taiga's claws curl slightly, digging furrows into the ground under his paws, but his voice does not change in the least, either in tone or intonation. "Your distaste and distrust for the situation are perfectly understandable. But I would invite you to bear in mind that, whatever else may be true, most of those present are here with only the intent to help in some way, to deal with standing troubles in this world. Ignorant they may be, but their intentions are genuine. Please do not direct undue animosity at them."

    This would probably be less intimidating if it weren't coming from a robotic tiger with shoulder-mounted energy cannons. That just clawed furrows into the floor.
Guest Psyber     Psyber waits patiently. He actually, to his credit, listens to the entire thing he gets told. His hands are calmly in his pockets and he seems to have set aside Abrasive American Psyber for the moment to really dig in and listen to what the man says.

    "Man. I'm a detective. I've been on this kind of thing more times than I can count," Psyber says to the man seriously, breaking out of the aloof persona, "I know she's got secrets. That she's probably running her own agenda. And that she's admittedly a pretty shady little lady." Psyber says pretty bluntly.

    "Thing is, I wouldn't have hired her if she wasn't." Psyber admits, "My best friend is a magical dog that was chosen to save gaia. My other best friend is a nerd that once tried to kill me over some shit that happened 7 years ago. My third best friend, who died recently, manipulated me into being the bottom line silver bullet in a lifelong campaign to kill someone."

    "Point is, shady people get the job done. I don't care if a person actually IS shady or suspicious," Psyber notes, bringing his speech back onto its core point, "I mean, I do in so much as I have to keep an eye on them. But I keep an eye on everyone." Psyber shrugs a bit, "I care what they do with their agenda. Everyone runs their own plan in the world. It's not my job to moniter every single person's agenda. It's my job to figure out who has the one that is gonna do the most damage, the most good, and pay attention to mitigate or bolster those."

    "Whether or not I have to step in against her, if I ever do, isn't determined by anything like that. It's determined by the gambit she's running. I've done way worse shit than that girl ever could for the sake of 'greater good', and it gave me a certain level of objective evaluation of that sort of thing."
Kaname Madoka     Did... did this guy hear what Madoka was thinking or something? It feels like her thoughts tripped a wire that activated a monologue, but that's probably just what it looks like to her. R-Right? She sure hopes so. Anyway, if she's reading what this person is saying correctly, Scarlet's family is kind of... special among special. And weird! In a world like this, having an almost spotless record - or at the least, one riddled with a bunch of offenses that other people can't really capitalize on - bespeaks either incredible attention to detail on the part of the family, luck, or... something else. Then the thing about Scarlet being an only child. She remembers being told about selective mating in the mage world, something intended to make the strongest mages possible, but... is there more to that? Did they do something special with Scarlet or something?

    It only worries her even more when she gets to thinking that, for people this high up in society, the bad things you do are more 'what you can get away with'. And if 'what you can get away with' is like a set of, she doesn't know, lunch coupons, then they may be saving up a bunch of those lunch coupons so they can do something really, really big later. All of a sudden, Madoka folds her arms at her chest. Sh-She... doesn't really like thinking this way about Scarlet, or her family. Scarlet is her friend, right? She wouldn't do anything bad on purpose, would she? Still, she's had this creeping feeling ever since she got here that there's something she's missing. She was so caught up in being happy, being away from witches and magical girls and Kyubey, that she hadn't even considered that... that things might be the same, or worse, somewhere else.

    She doesn't think she likes this anymore.

    What was their reason for being here, again? Did Scarlet ever say what her 'goal' was, if anything? Maybe it's an even better question to ask why -she's- here. She's just been following Psyber around, aimlessly, without a care in the world. You think she would've learned after almost being arrested the last time she came here that that isn't a very good idea, but here she is, again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe if she wasn't so careless Homura would still be ali --

    ... no. No, she's getting way, way too worked up over nothing again. She takes a few deep breaths, doing her utmost to keep the expression on her face even, and to trend toward the back of the group so no one can see her. She's just being paranoid and silly. That's all it is. That's absolutely all that it is. The connection she had made about this being like Mitakihara before must've been overblown, and even if it wasn't her throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone. Best that she just... follows along as usual and keeps quiet. Right? She doesn't want to be a bother. But what if, eventually, they come here and something bad happens? Will that be her fault, too? Her thoughts continue on in circles like this for some time. Where before she was quiet, now she's fallen entirely silent. She doesn't want to talk about this, and she's just hoping to God that nobody asks.

    ... thankfully, though, Nozomi speaks up. Yeah, this guy could just be griping about whatever -he's- upset about. He could just be... angry. Yeah. She already noticed that he was upset, didn't she? ... that has to be all that it is. She placates herself with several more deep breaths, keeping her eyes trained on the clerk. If only to keep her from looking back.

    But she does really, -really- want to talk to Scarlet some time soon. To show her that she isn't just some hapless little kid, that she cares, that she wants to have her own thoughts about all this... and more importantly, to show herself all of the same things.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako cheerfully follows the clerk down the stairs. She sticks her tongue out when he calls all of them 'rubes'. And when he comments about the 'century's worth of bullshit', she shrugs lightly. "It's a government job. What did you expect?" And when he says he sees a car full of tourists, she giggles softly and shakes her head slowly. "That's not too far from the truth."

    She listens quietly to his spiel over Scarlet's family, blinking her eyes slowly as she listens. "Huh. Sort of. She's highly connected and with a powerful family." And then blinks her eyes quickly at the freaky human arms within the spell circle. "Ah. What are those?"
Konoe Kanno      All of this intelligent talk is admittedly way above Konoe's pay grade. She listens and tries to process as much as she can, but she can only put a partial picture into context. Despite this, she believes that she understands enough to 'get' what's going on.

     It sounded similar to what was being said at that rally a few weeks back. The one where Sir Gawain got gunned down at. ...That was an adventure. ...Sure, it didn't sound fair. It was aggravating no doubt. She understood the feeling, but...

     Hmn...

     It was hard to really say one thing or another about it in a definite manner. Her head hurt.

     Down down down the stairs the go. Through the doors, and finally into some kind of...lobby?

     But more importantly...

     What the hell was going on with that magic circle and those twisted arms? Konoe instinctively produced a set of ofuda, holding them subtly at her side, in case they needed to take action. "...What...is that?"
Arthur Lowell     Arthur puts an eyebrow up at the pencil pousher. "...That so, huh? Sounds like princess is something that could turn out bad." Arthur says, as he enters the sub-lobby testing area, regarding the amalgamation critically. "Well, sure. I'm pretty invincible, but sounds like maybe there's a chance I'm not invincible enough, huh? Fair point, guy. You know this better than I do. But, I know what I'm doing. Danced this dance and served a few fools. One strategy that works above all the rest?"

    He shrugs, grinning. "I'm not worth hurting, man. There's just nothing people really stand to gain from ruining me, and a lot they stand to gain from being pals. Get in plenty of fights, sure, but man," He chuckles. "There's really just not that much anyone stands to gain from hurting me. That's how I know, I go along with this, see what princess upstairs wants me doing, and maybe I'll get a bit hurt, sure. But it'll work out, if I keep on the flexibility, and pay attention, and I'm not completely retarded. It'll be deadly as shit, or worse, if I don't do all that. At least that's the sound of it. But it'll work out if I do."

    He gives that barking laugh again and moves on forward. "Alright, what the FRESH HELL is THIS, yo? What're we DOIN'? Someone said I get to SHOW OFF, I wanna get ALL UP IN THAT." Arthur looks like he's already limbering up and stretching. "WHAT'S UP, where do I go to START THE WEIRDNESS?"
Maya Selena listsna dn seems to have an understand more and more it starts to remind her about the noble houses of The Chosen. She also seems to have sympathy for their host. She follows after them listening and making sure to make mental notes about things. The more she hears the more it does remind her of the Chosen. She tilts her headf a little bit.

"Yes it does remind me of things from home with our local noblity. As for the rest yes I think I do understand why your on edge. We come to help where we can."
Kyra Hyral     Kyra makes a faint sad noise as the desk jockey decides to get all Serious Business about her little joke. "Yeesh, sorry, sorry." she grumbles, her good mode gone in an instant, replaced with the thought that she should have jumped out of the car instead of subject herself to this.

    Busily, she occupies herself with the Can results, marveling at the number of magic-users present of varying degrees, but generally to the lesser.

    So this is what low magical powers get a person on this world? Yikes.
Scarlet Everille     The currently nameless man backs away from Taiga slightly, lifting both hands. "Don't get your knickers in a twist. I can appreciate people who want to help for a change instead of to just get rich. Especially people who have a snowball's chance in hell of doing it." He's not too eager to be on the bad side of the Boston Dynamics killbot-9000, but he's at least speaking his mind. He does however, give Psyber a long few moments of an appraising stare, before deciding he doesn't even know what to think and shaking his head. "You're either smarter than I pegged you for or even dumber than I imagined. I can't say any more than that. I don't know anything about whatever relationship you people have." Then to Arthur. "Just keep your head on straight alright? I'm not nearly important to make a difference if I turn out to be right." For someone who had rolled with all that EMPHASIS so well, the sudden levelness from the Mage of Space seems to get to him.

    A handful of men and women turn to look as the group enters the room, before swiftly shuffling back out the way they had come, abandoning monitors where they've just been set up. "That's an Ifrit rank Nobody. You'll notice I didn't say Familiar. Forensics tracked it back to Eli Aldwood but he's had all of his gear confiscated weeks ago, so this one's been feral for a while, mostly starved. Someone, or probably multiple people, managed to translocate it down here before hours, hoping it'd kill someone when they came down to open up. Don't think they were a magus, or mages, themselves, but they had help from one. Sloppy job, but we don't have the reagents to get rid of it because the private families scalp the damn things and nobody wants to produce domestically for the government when the private sector makes so much more money. Get rid of it and we'll skip the formalities and make you deputies, got it?"

    He looks over meaningfully. "I'm also fully aware that most of you were involved in busting Eli. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to take what I can get when it comes to finally giving out more than a slap on the wrist, but you see the issue here, yes?" Though how anyone can tell it's the exact same Nobody is a good question, anyone with the senses to tell so can detect that it's significantly weaker than last time, and currently being held in place by the circle of lower level mages around it, though the wards are typically completely invisible.
Nozomi Houken     By the time they're actually in the room, Taiga's ears are already forward, doing a careful, cautious analysis of the Nobody within the circle. He goes utterly still, in a manner more than a little reminiscent of a cat that's just seen something Interesting. After a few moments, the cannons on his shoulders shift up into place, and then track to point right at the center of mass. "Shall I do the honors?" he asks simply.
Kyra Hyral     At last, the visiting Heaven and Hell 'detectives' are told just what kind of event they had planned to 'prove' themselves on. Kyra herself doesn't recall the name Eli right away and makes a note to go digging in past reports to catch up on that specific rather than bug people right now. Pretending that she does know, she nods along.

    "Ifrit-class?" she comments, amused by the name quite clearly as anyone would be when they hear a continent being used to describe a class of objects. (Asia-class Nobody, anyone?) "Sorry, how exactly does this rank on the danger scale...? And what sort of reagents do you normally use to rid yourself of Nobodies?"

    With this group, Kyra believes they could brute-force it but there was no sense in not learning the 'proper' way to de-summon Nobodies here.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako smiles softly as the clerk explains their... job. "Oohh... it's one of those jobs. Well. I'm not really the blasty type, so... I'll just help those that are." Her head inclines to the side gently. "That's kind of sad that nobody wants to produce domestically for the government."

    She sighs softly. Money. No matter where you go, it tends to dictate a lot.
Guest Psyber     "If it helps, sometimes it can be both," Psyber says to the guy, taking a cigarette out of his jacket, "I'mma smoke, is that okay? Do you guys still have Lucky Strikes in this era?" He asks, holding out the pack to the guy before putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

    Oddly, while he looks at the Ifrit and tilts his head a bit, he doesn't move to seal it. Instead, he takes a leatherbound journal-style book out of his jacket. This is the first real chance he's had to observe one in a non-dire setting, and that means the actual researcher in him has to take some notes.

    He's not, at first, helping out with the sealing. Instead he's taking a rough pen sketch in his journal along with some loose biology notes.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur Lowell pops his knuckes, cracks his shoulders dramatically, and grins wide. "SO." He says. "You're saying if I use MAGIC to BEAT UP that thing," He points to the mass of arms. "You guys will figure I'm LEGIT on HANDLING the NOTHING stuff?" His eyes sparkle. No, they're very literally filled with stars, actually. "Holy shit, TEN OUT OF TEN, fucking BEST BUREAUCRATS EVER." He slaps his hands together, rubbing them eagerly. "ALRIGHT KIDS!" He says, in a giddy tone. "BRACE YOUR SHIT, LOCK YOUR GRIPS, get your HANDS OFF YOUR ASSES and ON YOUR SAFETY RAILS, let's turn this GRABBY MOTHERFUCKER into ITTY BITTY PIECES."

    His body is beginning to glow. "Looks like HY-Q and I are on the BLASTING SOLUTION here. Anyone ELSE need to get ANYTHING DONE before we do? You OTHER DUDES," He gestures to the team down here, keeping the feral Nobody in place. "You gonna get your WARDS disrupted if I start the REAL SHIT?" Because, you know, if there's no reason not to start the pain, he'll just start it now. Which is to say, if nobody tells him not to, he's going to kneel and slam both hands dramatically onto the ground, surging brilliant glowing green lines of light through the floor, creating a spirographic design. These guys like spellcircles, right? Arthur's got Gates, and that's close enough. With an immobile target, he can align it with a gate, and within the Gate, he can begin to brutally distort space, ideally inflicting intense GRAVITY DAMAGE that compresses and stretches the target from all angles, while letting him gather information on how it responds to that sort of spatial distortion.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko's suspicion is effectively confirmed before they even reach their destination. They're skipping some level of bureaucracy--because of Scarlet? The explanation--or rant, perhaps--is heard and understood. Psyber's already covered what she might have said about it, more or less, so she keeps quiet.

    Beli's face comes to mind, but it's just a passing resemblance of situation.

    The Nobody is a bit of a sight, and it fully has Kimiko's attention, even while that guy keeps talking. It's disturbing her on multiple levels, one of them being the way people are--or more, aren't--reacting to it. To some degree, this is normal here, and that's a thought of excessive strangeness.

    She doesn't move to immediately take any action, but instead glances around to spot any reactions to the name 'Eli,' not one she knows, and hear the answer to Kyra's question.

    Arthur seems to be on top of the thing's destruction, anyway. The aggressive act on his part does get her further on edge, showing subtly in her stance. She'll be pretty act immediately after him, if whatever he's doing doesn't fully work and the thing breaks free.
Maya Maya listens as the thing ius laid out they got a summoning as far as she understands it gone bad and she nods.

"I get it, so we need to clear it out standard enough however have you considered looking for off world sources of reagents for such things? It might be possible to find other sources."

She looks to Arthur for a moment then back to the rest o fthe group.

"He raises a good point fate casters are not known for being subtle I'm afraid. I do hope that won't be an issue also do you wish for us to look for more clues on just what happened with this?"
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako gets shaken out of her pouty money mood by Arthur's giddiness. I mean, come on. His eyes are literally filled with stars right now! She smiles brightly. "Eh heh heh... I wanna see Arthur do the blasty!" She nods her head once and then thrusts her palms towards Arthur. "Heavy Water Barrier!"

    A spherical barrier of dark blue surrounds Arthur to increase the power of his gravity magic!
Scarlet Everille     The temporary tour guide through the registry office reflexively steps back at the sight of energy cannons, pretty easily able to recognize guns when he sees them. That step becomes a short sprint as Arthur starts charging up the theatrics in addition. "Whoa whoa hold the phone a minute. That thing is stuck in there because we're warding it. We're not lucky enough to be on a Road, but there's over a dozen rank 5s here, so we're managing. Shooting at it right now will only damage the barrier we have locked down on it, so you'll have to wait for the director to drop it before Team America. If that's what you have to do, I'll give the word, but you're not getting anything out of this if you bring the building down." Taiga's sensors are easily aware of the fact that there is some kind of defensively oriented magic at play in the room, and fairly strong stuff at that, but the fine specifics are it are unfortunately all going to be in the brains of the mages working it. This world's magic is, as usual, infuriatingly unforthcoming.

    "It's the fancy way of saying it's a fear of S rank translocation magic." he says to Kyra. "The Bluebloods just go by the numbers and letter grades, funny enough. The scientific community likes using the imp, foliot, djinn, ifrit, marid escalation, like the Hebrew version of Latin taxonomy. On the danger scale, normally we'd be evacuating the building, but this is a species that feeds by killing, so by now it's been starved to the point the crazy bastard director is willing to risk containing it to avoid undermining the registry's public image." He includes Ayako as he continues. "I wouldn't try blasting it myself, but you're all probably well above my pay grade. Even if it's half dead, it'd be a hundred grand at the minimum to banish the damn thing with the staff we've got on hand here."

    One of the aides goes to say something to Psyber, probably to object, but the man cuts them off, meaning he's near the top of whatever government totem pole exists here. "Have one if you like, but I'm fining you for smoking outside a designated area if you botch this." He sounds half serious. "Knock yourself out, once you have the time." He then says to Maya, though it's pretty clear that he believes his team to be more thorough than her. Psyber's sketching will prove to be a maddening affair, as the arms appear to have a kind of Devil's Tuning Fork effect, making them unfairly hard to draw consistently. Seeing it outside the constraints of a magus' contract really puts its previous behaviour into perspective. It's been literally vibrating with agitation since they arrived, the scratching and scrabbling of fingers indicating unrest rather than some kind of nervous tic, as if it were even more impatient upon seeing them again. It reminds him of the kind of twitchy fingers a pathological kleptomaniac might get while resisting the urge, though he might get the idea it would rather strangle him to death than rifle through his pockets.
Nozomi Houken     Per the advice of their 'tour guide', Taiga holds his fire, though he continues taking very careful readings. "We are quite ready to begin immediately," he declares in his deep voice. "Nozomi, please remain close. It sounds as if they must lower the protections around it for us to destroy it." With a slightly startled nod, she hastily edges over closer to the mecha-tiger.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko's stance relaxes as they're given the order to wait. This brings up an important, immediate question.

    Moving to stand closer to the Nobody, "How will it react when the wards are lowered? How smart is it when in danger?"
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako pauses when the clerk tells them to hold the phone a minute. "Oh. Oohh... right." She blushes lightly. "Arthur's hotbloodedness is so easy to get caught in." She giggles softly and then glances at the barrier holding the Nobody in. "Hmm... well, we should get ready, I guess."

    Ayako walks over to Psyber and watches what he's drawing. Her head inclines to the side gently. She's wondering how he's dealing with the... odd appearance of the arms of the Nobody.
Maya Selena gets the warning about the wards, she has to admit they done a good job keeping it from rampaing and the look does show on her face. She pauses and gets the Team America joke, a sign of how long she's been in the multiverse perhaps.

"Undestood."

Okay maybe they can se what they can do to get ahold of it. So they need ot find out what's going on, she's not discounting the skill of the locals she's just got another way of thinking she might notice something else. She seems to be getting ready with some cards in hand.

"I have a few wards that can afford us some personal protection but it won't be perfect, Kimiko. Should anyone else want it you just need to ask."
Guest Psyber     Psyber does the best he can with the sketch-work, but it's not unlike trying to sketch any of the many things he saw when Hastur took him to Places. He gets a rough approximation, something the mortal mind can comprehend. Mostly it involved being unable to convey the vibration effect properly, while trying to focus in on the parts he can make out. And then he writes down a few notes about anatomy and structure, along with some idle thoughts. Anyone who looks over his shoulder can see that his sketch-work is pretty good for a rough drawing he did in a few moments, and he's got a very clinical sort of diagram of it with arrows pointing to various parts along with notes.

    It's not hard to see why he works as a professor at a University.

    "So noted," He says in response to being told he'll be fined if he botches the mission, "Well. Hrm," He inspects it, "A lot of ways to go here. I could obviously try brute force, but I don't want my full power under actual documentation. So hmmm..."

    Arthur and TAIGA are probably enough firepower to drop this thing. Psyber snaps his book shut and exhales some smoke in the lab. After a few moments, he begins to speak in a gentle Latin, "<Father above, maker and creator. It is you who forge life and you who give form. And by that power, all things are made manifest. But as light cast a shadow, so must the form cast aberration.>" He stuffs the book back into his jacket and watches, taking a small vial from inside his pocket and tossing a few flecks of oil at the creature.

    "<It is the duty of I, your servant, to cleanse and purify. To cast out those existences which you did not desire and to bring peace to your Kingdom. By this edict, I evoke your will unto this vessel. Your oil spread upon it will seep within, separating the impurity from this plane.>" He puts the vial away and takes out a small second bottle of water. He dips his fingers in it and flicks them at the creature, "<And this water will wash the stain from the tapestry of your Kingdom. And so I banish this being from its manifest nature, cast back to whence it came.>"

    It's a highly targetted exorcism, focused on the creature directly in front of him. It'll hopefully destabilize its connection to the material plane long enough for Arthur and TAIGA to actually blast it to kingdom come.
Kyra Hyral     Kyra does something potentially foolish. She attempts to take a picture of the creature with her phone. "So based on that taxonomical ranking system, this would be the second-strongest Nobody type?" This is, of course, assumed because the lowest rank appears to be called an Imp, which was another word Kyra was familiar with. "I'm afraid I don't know what a foliot or marid is, however."

    As the others prepare and the government agent issues Dire Warnings about the danger, Kyra's careful to stay back herself, murmuring as she weaves a number of Shell spells around those in the immediate vicinity of the Nobody. Arthur and TAIGA in particular are focused on first, followed by Psyber.

    "Huh. Interesting Banish spell there, Psyber. It's a whole lot more wordy than what I'm used to."
Arthur Lowell     Arthur stops when asked, moving into a relaxed position almost immediately. The fancy glows all stop. "HUH? 'Kay." He says, in a concise response to the explanation. "Don't wanna DROP THE WARDS? Got a SCHEME then." He pops his neck anew, ready for yet more craziness. "Step the fuck back, you don't wanna DROP YOUR WARDS? I got you HANDLED. Get your wards TORUS'D UP, motherfuckers! Let's get this shit POPPIN'! Hey, AYAKO, can you pump THESE DUDES," He gestures over at the mages supporting the wards. "With BONUS ENERGY? BOSTON DYNAMICS, link up with me here, I'mma need your PROCESSING or else this fucker's gonna GO THROUGH A WALL. PSYBER, keep the LINKS SEVERED. KIMI, drop some HEAVY REINFORCEMENT on the TORUS PATH, follow along with calculations to the NANOMETER if ya can, yo!"

    If he can get everyone in on this in the proper way... Arthur intends to basically set up an inverted accelerator. By accelerating the space the creature occupies using ever-increasing antigravity, he can outpower velocity's positive time dilation with inverse-graqvity's negative time dilation, causing the creature occupying the space as it flows through a torus-shaped ward-system to rapidly experience the subjective equivalent of a very, very long time in utter isolation, without ever necessitating its release from the wards. Of course, it'll need to be set up, a bit, after the others get responses and answers to their efforts.
Scarlet Everille     Everyone in the room looks uneasy as the Elites indicate that they still intend to go forward with violence. After all, flinging fireballs and lightning bolts at your enemies isn't something that really happens in this world. You take care of magic with the appropriate kind of countermagic, or failing that, lockdown and deployment of special forces. There seems to be an additional air of general resignation, as if they had known they were being set up for this, but were still hoping otherwise. Their guide doesn't seem pleased, but is at least being a man about it.

    "Smart is a relative term for Nobodies. They don't act like... normal things. This kind in particular is known for being vicious, sadistic shits. They're territorial ambush killers, hyper-aware and antsy as all hell. They'll kill even when they don't need to, and you can tell when they don't because they half-finish the job a dozen times until they finally get it over with. Tells you what a nasty prick Aldwood is for keeping them as fancy rottweilers. Irresponsible twats love to show off the dangerous breeds."

    The extra staff begin to quickly file out of the room as Taiga reiterates his desire to engage in a show of force, and Kimiko, Ayako and Maya seem to prepare for the same conclusion, never mind Arthur still raring to go in such a way that doesn't exactly breed trust and confidence in his discretion. The last of them do find the time to look askance at Psyber however, as if reciting scripture were somehow in bad taste here. It still isn't totally clear why even after two very pronounced oddities result from him sprinkling the holy water.

    One, the Nobody's corporeal form remains completely and totally resolute, reacting quite simply as if it had just had any old water thrown onto it. There is no clash of magic to suggest that the creature had actually resisted the exorcism, or some kind of fundamental opposition against holy works exists here. It very simply suggests that the target is not merely tethered to the material world, but entirely, fully, within it, as integrated as any human, with ties to its plane of origin broad enough to serve as a conduit. Two, the Nobody reacts as if directly attacked anyways. Though it has apparently not been harmed or inconvenienced in the slightest, it focuses all its energy on throwing itself in Psyber's direction, becoming a rolling, thrashing pit of inhuman limbs scratching and screeching at its invisible confines.

    "The hell was..." it takes the man a second to get it. "Oh no, that's not how it works here mate. Once a Nobody is summoned, it's summoned. It's done. Here for good. Banishing's just the word for when you hot potato it off to Nowhere, there's nothing spiritual about it. When you kill this thing we'll be washing the blood out of the floor and burning the corpse. Maintaining the summon isn't what takes magic, it's maintaining the contract that keeps it restrained. That's why you hear about us trying to pass some goddamned regulations on these things. Imagine someone walks down the street with one of these things on a leash, falls down a manhole and breaks his neck. That's what people are concerned about. You wouldn't believe the bollocks these people spin to defend it."
Scarlet Everille     Well that's informative, if concerning, but it still doesn't explain why an ostensibly mortal entity unaligned with any cosmological power is now desperate for Psyber's blood. Then again, of all people it could go for the moment it's free, ensuring it's the half-angel is probably a wise move. "Third. Marid is a half-step down from the 66. Still no classification on them, since they all have their own individual names. Second in practice though, since all of them are accounted for and currently sitting on some proper nutjob's private property." The rest of the mages, exclusively those by the circle when the group had entered, now appear more reluctant to stay than to leave as the Mage of Space goes from two-fisted sleuthing mode to going on about geometrical configurations of space, which is somehow even more unnerving.

    "You uh... look just tell me where I should stand for this. You've got one shot to try whatever you're planning, but if it goes bad, I'm ordering an evacuation and you're stuck down here with that thing. Shoot it or... torus it, I don't care which, so long as I'm not filing either an insurance claim or a police report by the end of today."
Nozomi Houken     Well, the space god wants Taiga to help with spacetime-related magical calculations he can't manage on his own. It is outside the scope of the TIGER unit's baseline programming and hardware, but not outside its /capability/; it will, however, require him to spot-emulate the hardware he would need for some of it, and he will essentially be devoting the entirety of his processing power as a result. In light of this, he lowers himself to the ground, and then disables his motor functions entirely. He now appears to be sleeping cat.

    Except that he's establishing what amounts to a magical bluetooth connection with Arthur, allowing the space god to offload calculations for spacetime, and the interaction with magic thereof, onto his processors. Too much will start to result in lagtime, but relatively light calculation work should be just manageable in a timely fashion.

    Nozomi blinks, looking between Arthur and Taiga with some confusion, before, hesitantly, sitting on the floor next to him. She looks a little puzzled.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako smiles brightly! "Oh, help the mages maintaining the barrier? Sure!" She walks over to one of the mages and waves hello cheerfully. "This might be a bit scary, but... keep the barrier up, okay? This... should help all of you!"

    The water spirit thrusts her palms downwards as she kneels down so that her palms touch the floor. "Born of Water and Pneuma!" And a green-ish mist rises from the floor around the mages maintaining the barrier! This particular mist replenishes magical energy, makes it far, far easier to concentrate, and relieves mental exhaustion!
Guest Psyber     "Vexing," Psyber notes off-handedly, watching it as it seems to throw itself against its own confines in an attempt to come after him. As he kneels, he takes his book out again and writes some notes into it, "Violent reaction. No registered destabilization. Usually it has more of an effect, even on off-world beings," He comments clinically as he jots notes in his research journal. He looks over at the man, "It usually works for me. For many reasons, I have special workabouts to make it more effective."

    He looks to Kyra, "Banishing is one term. It's called an exorcism for me. A religious rite related to spirits and monsters." He tilts his head at the creature again, "They usually do not react in this particular fashion, so I am unsure what it implies about the nature of my ability and its interaction with it. It seems to have registered no harm." He seems perplexed, but such is the nature of research.

    He's non-plussed by the taboo nature of reciting scripture. It's not surprising to him, with this world being something of a culture dystopia for his normal habits and methodologies. He culture clashes here a lot, so he's learned to numb himself to that a bit.

    "Well, I'm not sure what that did, but please proceed with the rest of your plan, everyone," He comments in a bit of a dejected, if curious, tone. If nothing else, its newfound rage at him will let the other set up for its destruction.
Kyra Hyral     Kyra tilts her head at Psyber, "So they're pretty much the same thing, right? Hah, maybe it doesn't like getting wet."

    "Once it's summoned, it stays here /permanently/?" Kyra echos, startled, far more accustomed to temporary summons that require steady streams of magic particles to maintain in the material world. The thought of just bringing something in and making it material with a spell is very /unusual/ to her. "Just what kind of work goes into summoning one of these Ifrit-class? Is it a lot of time and material...? I feel like it would be since it means creating an entire corpreal vessel on this plane."

    As per the radio chatter, Kyra takes a moment to give Arthur a thumbs up.

    "You might want to step back just in case." Kyra suggests to their helpful guide. "I'm pretty sure if we get stuck down here with it, we can handle the much-needed clean-up. I'm having a good day so I don't think anyone's going down without getting copious amounts of healing pumped into them first." Kyra gives this guy a thumbs up too as she slips away her phone.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko has never actually seen anyone perform an exorcism, before--nor attempt to, except that one time, on TV. At the least, she's never seen Psyber try one, and she listens intently while keeping her eyes locked on the not-familiar. Then Arthur is talking, and her expression undergoes a subtle shift. She's making ready, in her own way.

    Without a word, she transforms, arms extending a flourish that isn't strictly necessary, but as comfortable to her as stretching while changing clothes. The faux-Victorian magical girl dress is less potentially in-fashion here than it was on at least one of the last few worlds on which she'd worn it, but it's as much a part of her as anything, from the day she'd first imagined it into being.

    Her arms spread, palms outward, focusing her attention on the ring of space around the Nobody. There's nothing calculated about her magic, but that pure instinct benefits from visualization, and her arms slowly lower as she imagines that space closing tightly.

    For a moment, her head cocks, and she looks back at the increasingly worried mage that brought them down here. Eyes slightly narrowed, otherwise unreadable, she turns forward again, still keeping her outward silence.

    While they're still setting up, she does as well, swords dropping through the air just outside the circle of wards, each falling straight down rather than recognizably from her call. They embed a scant half-inch into whatever's beneath them, and then stand, as if carefully planted. She's readying focal points from which to summon her shielding. Exact precision as requested is... probably impossible, but she'll give as close as she's able, once either directed or with the need made obvious.

    At the least, she knows the thing will go for Psyber, first. A predictable foe is far more safely dispatched.
Arthur Lowell     "HA HA HA HA HA! Where you wanna STAND is BACK!" Arthur slams his hands together dramatically! "You didn't want the BLASTS! So now you get the SCHEEEEEMES!" His glowing becomes much more intense. His own innate processing power links with Taiga's, each complimenting the other, but the machine-like reaction speed is ABSOLUTELY necessary here. Arthur begins designating the path of the wards, a precisely-defined torus shape. If Ayako's boosts are enough, and Kimiko can get the precision down properly, the inverse-accelerator will come together exactly right.

    It is at this point that Arthur will grab ahold of the space the Nobody occupies, and in the small torus afforded to him, attempt to accelerate it with antigravity. Doing as such will invert the normal time dilation experienced due to increased velocity, as long as he can keep the intensity ramping up at a comparably exponential rate. With such a heavily optimized setup, he hopes to hit this thing with a very, very long time of foodless isolation. "I'mma KNOCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER into the NEXT CALENDAR YEAR, or MAYBE NOT! I have NO IDEA how long it takes this PIECE OF SHIT to STARVE, PSYBER! KYRA! Keep ON POINT and ready for it to BREAK once I gotta RELEASE IT!" He'll likely expend much of his remaining mana on its acceleration and sudden, harsh deceleration.
Maya Maya is making ready with the wards she's intending ot act as support as best she can here and the barrier spells will start going as they are needed. She's thankful Psyber is here dealing with such things is not common on her world given there are few such beings lose and unbound. She does however seem to be keepuing alert once. The attional information from their allies make her grimaces more the sort of attuide she's seen before back home.

"I can take a guess on that."

She seems ready though after her barriers are done she has other cards out and ready in hand now she's about as ready as she's ever going to be for this.
Scarlet Everille     Ayako has picked a good choice of spell for this task, in another way than she might normally expect. These particular mages don't seem to subscribe to quite the same concept of expending and replenishing magical energy as is typically standard in the multiverse, but to them, focus and mental clarity is everything, making the additional effects actually far more valuable than the primary "MP refill". Of course, she won't be getting any thanks for it any time soon.

    "Nothing's being created, really." The so-far nameless man seems to be keeping up with Kyra's scholarly curiosity more as a method of distraction and stress relief than anything else. "Translocation magic is basically just moving something from point A to point B. This thing already existed with a real body in a real place somewhere in Nowhere, all Eli did was tweak the incompatible parts until it fit in here. It's like finding the program you want to use and translating it to run on another OS, with all the weird, mostly ignorable errors included." He's not about to second guess even a high school girl on that piece of advice, taking up a very healthy distance. As consolation, the picture on her phone should come out decently for a change, being used under normal physical laws. It'll still be impossible to properly draw, but recognizable for what it is.

    To the significant credit of a bunch of underpaid, overworked, government lackeys in way over their heads, none of them quite break for the stairs once actual swords start falling out of the air all around them, and rather heroically restrain themselves from abject panic as Arthur yells the word "SCHEEEEEMES!", probably from whatever mixture of encouragement from Ayako's magic, dedication to their work, dedication to not looking like impotent failures in front of multiversal visitors, and fear they wouldn't escape in time anyways, that the individual feels appropriate to imagine. They manage to stay at their stations the entire way through the process as Kimiko singlehandedly near-equals their collective warding ability, Taiga out-crunches every computer in the building, and Arthur makes Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking share high fives from beyond the pale.

    As anyone can guess, the process is beyond incomprehensible to witness. The Nobody is already a little difficult to make heads or tails of, and seeing it accelerated to such bizarre proportions within spatially isolated warding looks and sounds more like a single, continuous, blobby streak of colour and noise. Just as indicated, having been almost fully translated to local reality, the creature is effectively just as susceptible to the whims of spacetime as anything else. Before a tense 60 seconds have fully elapsed, it collapses into a static shape on the ground, excluding where its withered limbs wave like strands of impossibly dry grass on the currents of the room's central air.
Kyra Hyral     "Ohhh, I understand. That's a bit less impressive than I had imagined to start with." Kyra admits, "Oh, one more thing that has been bugging me for a while." she starts, looking to the bureaucrat. "What's your name? I don't think we ever had a proper introduction between Scarlet's intervention and all of us moving down here." Or what had been originally planned.

    She really, really doesn't want to know what their original plans for the offworlders were.

    Kyra takes out her phone and takes another picture of the Nobody once it has flopped over all withered like a drained paramecium.
Kimiko Shinobu     It's actually a little surprising to Kimiko that this went off entirely without a hitch. There was some strain in working the way Arthur asked her to, but it seems to have worked. For a moment, her shoulders slump, before she straightens and looks about, having been unable to look away for a moment during that entire, bizarre process.

    With a small, dismissive wave, everything she's summoned, apart from her outfit itself, dissipates. She gives a nod to the mages in charge of the warding, and to Ayako and Tomoe who assisted in that respect, and then takes a few steps over to look at what Psyber's been sketching.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako stares as the Nobody gets... just how do you describe something incomprehensible? Weird colors, weird noises. But! It seems to have worked! It's collapsed and seems all withered and dry. She glances curiously at the mages that were maintaining the barrier and the clerk.

    "Hmm... did we do it?" Her amber eyes narrow slightly. "It's not acting like it's dead, is it?"
Guest Psyber     The particular page that Kimiko (and Ayako before her) can see is an elaborate sketch. Albeit now that he's had more time, Kimiko gets to see a more fleshed out sketch done in pen of the creature. He's tried to indicate the vibrating effect with some slight action lines and generally gotten most of the conveyable physiology of the being.

    He's also halfway into a sketch of the dead version of it, "Hrm. Interesting."

    He writes down on the bottom: 'Investigate Religion' and underlines it three times as a note to his future endeavors on this world.
Nozomi Houken     It takes a few seconds after Arthur is done before Taiga's eyes finally open, and he sits up, looking around the room with vague curiosity to reassess his surroundings. The job seems to have been finished. He turns his head far enough to look at Nozomi, and says simply, "...You could have sat on my back." She blinks a couple of times, realizes what she did, and immediately looks rather embarrassed, though after a second or two of that she murmurs, "...I don't... think I would have anyway... not while... not while you're sleeping like that." For once, Taiga looks puzzled. "That was not sleep. I was simply..." Pause. "...nevertheless. You have my permission in the future."
Arthur Lowell     Arthur can briefly see into eternity. He loves his job. His eyes flicker with all that incomprehensible awfulness.

    Of course, when the group's accelerator completes, and he's drained of magic, he looks pretty exhausted, in an abstract way. But he's got enough non-magical energy to draw his broom, in preparation for COMBAT!! And... It's not gonna happen. Huh! Arthur gleedfully dismisses his broom and practically skips over. "FUCK YEAH!" He says, putting both fists up in the air, and the flexing a bit over the corpse of his fallen target. Just, you know, little gunshow here. "I've got the MOST GENIUS SCHEMES and I am MADE OUT OF BADASS KILLPLOTS."

    "Phew. I am HELLA TIRED after all THAT." He stretches, "I'm feelin' fuckin' GREAT about this!" And then he points dramatically towards where their guide went, when he was told to stand back. "SO!" He says, grinning more and more wide. "THAT GOOD ENOUGH for ya?" He looks as cool and accomplished as possible next to the form of the starved creature... Possibly ignoring it if it turns out to still have any fight left in it.
Maya Maya she gets the idea of how the thing was made to work here, the OS and program comment is very apt to it. She does wonder though as it's show time just what this thing can do. The Government personel are holding their tground she works to provide them with a protection spell as well hopefully it will give them some measure of protection this is not intended insultingly no they their jobs but it's clear they got problems comming. The nobody is a twisted horror as she beholds and sh3 cringes at this thing.
Scarlet Everille     All of that said, the examiners appear to be more than happy to back off once they're quite sure their work is done. Front row seats to that kind of thing aren't something enviable, especially when it is considered how it might have looked to magically enhanced, overlaid sight. One of them seems to still have the wherewithal to begin snapping pictures of Arthur's macho poses, then sneakily a couple of Kimiko's dress. The man Kyra addresses mumbles to himself all the way throughout, looking stunned for a few moments at the end before shaking his head and clearing his throat at last. "Ah, if it matters, branch co-director Graham. Normally it's not my job to give out names, just ask for them."

    He steps to the corpse, being so bold as to give it a firm kick with the toe of his shoe, which makes the entire thing jerk to a surprising degree for how large it is, and thus how much mass it might be assumed it has. "Nope. Dead. These things don't act." He then sighs, running his hands back through his hair before rubbing his temple. "Alright, well, no damage and no injuries, so even if I wanted to, there's nothing I could do to dissuade the boss from handing out freebies under the table. Honestly, at this point I think I may as well just be happy that some people who aren't already in someone's pocket are getting accredited for a change. Authorized legal private investigation, elevated citizen's arrest privilege, class B concealed carry, unilateral clearance up to rank 5 magic, conditional clearance up to rank 7, though they'll just make that up as they go along. Happy? If so, let's go back upstairs. Thing gives me the willies."
Nozomi Houken     "In fairness," the TIGER unit replies, lifting his head up to regard Graham, "Strictly speaking, I /am/ in someone's pocket, more firmly than usual. However, that 'someone' is a military that I am fairly certain is glad to pretend that your world does not exist. So I suppose that in the end it amounts to the same freedom to act." He turns to look at Nozomi. "Within my user's wishes, of course."
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako watches one of the examiners start taking pictures almost a bit too... eagerly? And then looks a bit disappointed when her picture isn't being taken. Oh well. She's only disappointed for a moment, anyway.

    After all, the job is done with! Ayako smiles when the clerk confirms the thing is dead. "Eh heh heh..." Although her hand shoots up. "I don't suppose you have a pamphlet over what the magic ranks are, do you?" Yes, she's wondering about pamphlets. Just the Multiverse's general workings, as usual.
Kimiko Shinobu     Kimiko appears to be carefully studying Psyber's drawing, though she doesn't have his experience in any related field to draw any extra conclusions. These things are far outside the familiar. She can pretty much just give a nod and step back again, giving a brief, curious glance toward Taiga and Nozomi before looking at Graham. (She is avoiding paying too much attention to Arthur's highly attention-grabbing shenanigans, as well as the photography.)

    "I will act purely as my principles dictate." The promise is delivered matter-of-factly, without drama.

    Ayako's basically asked her next question. Apart from that, she's about ready to leave.
Kyra Hyral     Kyra will patiently wait for an answer since she too is part of the masses that see fit to record this occasion with her phone. "Oh, I was just curious. You never know when we might see each other again, right Graham?" Kyra smiles widely knowing that there are probably a ton of people here that think any other repeat meetings with this Heaven or Hell bunch would be one too many.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur is practically cackling with giddy happiness. "YEAH! Sounds GOOD TO ME! Thanks for the PRACTICAL TEST, bro, I am GARBAGE BAD with PAPERWORK TESTS." He laughs again, that slightly obnoxious, just a bit too energetic laugh. "MAKING IT UP as we GO ALONG! Love it. ENDORSED VERSION of what I was ALREADY DOING! Nah, I think we're DONE HERE, I'm up for heading UPSTAIRS. It's not a HUMAN CORPSE but it kinda gives me the SPOOKS a little TOO." He makes an "eugh" noise.

    "ALRIGHT, we're DONE HERE." And then, it's time to swagger on up the stairs again! Doing his best to look like he hasn't drained a majority of his magic.
Maya Maya listens as they get the legal cleerance to be able to do what they can do. She listens about the magic and she nods for a moment.

"Yes I'd like to put a good word in for you. You were very informative and I'm thankful for that." She's also going to have to look up what weapons and magic she is cleared for legal use here though she's certain some of her higher spells are not so she can use.

She falls abck a bit and move to depart at this point.

"Also thank you for helping me get a better understanding of magic here."
Scarlet Everille     "Good enough." Says Graham to Taiga. "I can write you off as equipment by technicality anyways. Of course that makes your, ah... user, culpable for your actions." He then glances to Ayako. "Honestly? Pretty useless. They go by what a magus of an according certified rank should be able to pull off from this world. It's a junk formality for you. No blockbuster beams, no teleporting buildings, use your common sense and hire a lawyer if you need to." He goes so far as to nod at Kimiko, and then shiver in reaction to Kyra in the same space of time. "Really, don't mention it." He says to Maya, sounding like he means it. "I'd prefer my name off as many potential future records of all this as possible." Good luck with that, Graham.