[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki  stared at Saber for a moment before sighing. There was no point in getting confrontational, especially not with enemies on the horizon. Little miss 'King of Knights' here... No point in trying to argue with her here; if that day of binging through F█te stuff had taught him anything, it was that Saber didn't like having her ideas shot down in front of her. 

"Nah, no problem here. If that's what you decide, then whatever. The enemy will be knocking at the front doors... Or the roof... Any minute now, so you might want to get yourself ready." he said, flicking his head in the direction of the doorway. "We'll be able to handle things in here, so go on ahead."

[h1]Suwako[/h1]
Suwako looked around the town square, first in curiosity, then simply excitement. A western-style Medieval town! She hadn't seen one of these in FOREVER! Everything looked authentic- the streets, the buildings- heck, even the people were milling about with clothing from that time and place! This world-hopping thing was really turning out to be interesting!

"Well, this is... Pretty interesting! But... Where the heck is this 'Pensee', anyways? Anyone have a clue when... Or... Where we are right now?" she asked, leaping onto Black Rock Shooter's shoulders to get a better view of the place... Including all of the shocked villagers standing in front of them in awe. Huh. Well, that kind of thing was normal with something akin to a miracle happens, after all...

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
The group's miniature journey was more or less at an end as Kakine walked up to the Windowless Building, Marisa in tow. The Teleporter who was there to meet the group was by no means a stranger; no, rather, she was one who he had had to deal with in the past.

"...Musujime Awaki. I don't believe you were still actively working for the city, last I checked." he said, a passing jab at the red-haired individual who was impatiently tapping her right foot whilst leaning against the building's wall.
"Contrary to your belief, beetle boy, this job actually pays quite well." Musujime responded in turn before pulling out her military flashlight and pointing it at him. "I'm under orders to drop you off and pick you up, but not stick around for the conversation, so... I'll be picking you up later."

Before Kakine could say another word, though, Musujime waved her flashlight at the group, simultaneously moving them all to Aleister's room. The sudden experience would be nauseating for most, but Kakine, being the way he was, wasn't fazed in the least. After all, in front of them now was the most important man in Academy City: Aleister Crowley.

"I see you've arrived." Aleister stated, his face as stone-cold as ever. "I trust your run-in with Imagine Breaker didn't cause much incident? There's only so much money we can put into repairs before the other scientists start becoming agitated, after all..."

[h1]Hazama[/h1]
"S-seriously?" Hazama asked, fully in shock at the Leader's statement. He could take the soul? But something of this quality...
Alright. No time to freak out. This is a big one if there ever WAS one. To handle something of this caliber... Oh boy, he'd have to get to work as soon as possible. But first...

Hazama's eyes immediately turned to a pair of gloves on the desk next to him, which he promptly put on before proceeding to crack open the letter. He'd have to resolve this issue before working on the to-be Murakumo Unit, after all. Taking the letter out of the envelope, Hazama attempted to read it...

But to absolutely no avail, if only due to the sheer sloppiness of the handwriting.

"What? The hell is this? Can't even understand what the heck this is saying!" he exclaimed before laying the letter out on a nearby table.

"Geez... What a pain..." he complained as he used his glove-covered hands to carefully take the soul from the Leader's own. With a closer look at it now, Hazama was certain that this'd turn out something nice...

With a wave of his hand, Hazama pulled out Ouroboros, which proceeded to take the soul into its jaws and slip back to wherever it came from. He'd pull it out again, for sure, but... In a bit. Deciphering this mess came first.