[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki stared at the 'dynamic duo' as they went off doing... Well, whatever their schtick was.  He didn't need a boy and his mecha-blob to back him up he-
Almost as if on cue, though, a rolled-up scroll of paper popped out from his bokuto, almost begging him to read it. Though most of the time he'd be wary of this kind of stuff (god DAMN it, why was it always his stuff that ended up getting the stupid upgrades?), the hack that it had come out...
Gintoki took a moment to go quickly skimming through the paper, only to find out it was the contract he had signed back when he had first joined...
And that it was still in effect. Right.
With a flick of his wrist and a few quick slashes from what would otherwise be a dull blade, the paper was shredded into tiny, meaningless scraps before being tossed to the floor.

"Yeah, seems so. Well, whatever." he sighed, tossing neither a glance as he walked down the hallway. "Maybe we can go set up some traps or something before they come."

[h1]Suwako[/h1]
"Dunno, huh?" Suwako sighed, cleanly backflipping off of Black Rock Shooter's shoulders and landing on a leaf that had conveniently sprung up from the ground just now. "Well, that's kind of an issue, but I think we can at LEAST say it's another world, right?"
Almost as if a switch had triggered as she said that, though, Suwako snapped her fingers as a curious idea popped into her head.
"I wonder if I can set up communications back home with a shrine here...?"

But that would have to wait, especially if they were making a giant spectacle of themselves. Though the extra publicity and fame was nice, people would probably write it off as magic or something of the sort... Assuming it existed here, of course. If she was going to make her theories go live, she'd have to save the biggest 'BANG!' for when it counted the most.

The appearance of the new brown-haired girl, though... The first things that caught her attention were a) her apparent age and b) her shopkeeper outfit. Though she wasn't concerned much about the age (no, not in the least, really), the fact that she was a shopkeeper meant that she probably [i]knew[/i] things. If that amnesiac little girl didn't know about this place, then a native shopkeep might.
Well, she was still a little girl, but regardless of that fact...

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
Aleister simply closed his eyes as all the questions came flying at him, one after the other. Goodness, he would've hoped they would have had a bit more restraint... But, given their situation, their belligerent behavior at the moment was somewhat understandable.

"Let me answer your questions in order of importance. I am Aleister Crowley, general superintendent of Academy City, and this is where I... Reside. While under normal circumstances I would prefer to stay out of harm's way due to the impenetrable defenses of the Windowless Building, the success of the Kiharas with their latest experiment has increased my workload considerably. It seems that people from other worlds do not take kindly to requests from people they cannot see..." he trailed off before a pair of electronic contracts (with a variety of language options, including a few not ordinarily spoken on Earth, along with an option for audio) popped up in front of the two newcomers. "As a result, I've taken to directly greeting those who pique my interests but do not show the instant urge to... End me, so to speak. So long as you abide by the rules stated within, I promise that the city's personnel will not show you any harm. And no, this is not a dress; this is a hospital gown. Please take note that clothing in this day and age may differ from what you are used to."

The contracts themselves were fairly short, and could more likely be called agreements than anything else. Summarized, Aleister would, as long as they followed the rules within, would give the new 'guests' lodging, food, money, and freedom of movement, but in exchange they had to abide by the city's rules and (occasionally) come to its defense if so needed... At least until they decided to break it, of course. With the city's personnel, though, the wordiness with which everything was stated only meant that no loopholes could be easily found... well, not without experienced lawyers on the case.

Kakine sighed as he looked over a copy of this aforementioned 'contract', not sure if the crazy witch would be on board. After all, the first thing she had decided to do was break the first rule handed out by them... But hey, if anyone could get someone to listen to them and didn't have the ability to negate every imaginable ability in existence, it'd probably be the card-carrying Aleister.