[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki flinched for a moment as the entire mansion around him seemed to shake, keeping his bokuto at the ready as he prepared for the chaos soon to come. He didn't have to wait long, luckily enough; the immediate airdrop by the enemy ship casually cruising overhead was, of course, immediately followed by a bunch of goons crashing through the roof. Right.

"God damn it, you guys! Can't you just use the door like NORMAL people?" he complained to the grunts training all of their guns and such on him. He could never catch a break with these fights, could he? Sighing and shaking his head, Gintoki quickly used his blade to swing a nearby table as the group in front of him opened fire. Quickly rolling to the side as the bullets annihilated the platform into a bunch of wooden shards and splinters, Gintoki quickly dashed around the hallway, smashing people in the face and barely dodging bullets left and right. The increase of bullets grazing by his body, though, had already given him a fair amount of wounds.

"You know, the lack of room to move around this place isn't making it any easier to dodge..." he muttered as he proceeded to use a nearby grunt's body to shield himself from returning fire.

[h1]Suwako[/h1]
Suwako let out a nervous laugh as the weird techy soldier person (whose name she had really never gotten around to committing to memory) began to spout off his usual unintelligible jargon as if someone else could understand it. Well, dang. If there was anyone who could confuse people here more than anyone else, it'd have to be in. Taking the opportunity to do so, Suwako immediately wedged herself into the conversation unfolding in front of her and, almost as if to give the brown-haired girl (and her fairy companion) a bit of reprieve from the situation.

"Oh, don't mind him; he's always like this. Half the time, we can't understand what he's going on about, either." she laughed, casually moving the ground under the soldier to slowly drag him away from the girl. "So, uh... Yeah. Sorry 'bout the whole mess here; we're kiiinda lost right now. Could we ask about where we are right now? You know, continent, town, that sorta thing?"

Though it wasn't exactly the smoothest of transitions, it was at LEAST better than having this soldier rattle things off that flew over... Well, the heads of pretty much every person here. Except the little girl from earlier. Maybe. A BIG maybe.

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
Aleister, unperturbed by the confusion that Lucina seemed to exude, found it more fitting to let the clone do the work here instead of doing it himself. It was much easier than manually altering the settings and such, after all. As he awaited a response from Lucina, though, the outburst from the spunky blonde witch caught his attention (which, by this point, had drifted to a few Kiharas working on their next experiment... And the cleanup crew standing by ready to cover up the inevitable mess that would come with it).

"I understand your confusion, but this IS how contracts work in our current day and age, after all. People find too much joy in making deals before finding ways around the obligations they have to fulfill that it's become quite baffling. But, if the wording is a bit too dense, I can simplify the issue for you. In short, within the terms of this contract, I shall provide lodging, funding, the ability to move freely about the city itself, and three meals a day- of your choice, of course. This does not come without cost, though; while you remain here, you must abide by the city's rules as they stand for your age group- in this case, those for students- and, if so needed, come to the defense of the city or handle certain requests of interest. I will not intrude on you any further than that. Should you accept this deal, you will be free to move about as if you were a normal citizen; else, you'll have to find another way to live in this city. Does that sound fair?" Aleister said, his eyes glancing over to Marisa's frustrated frown. "I assure you, there is nothing I have left out in my explanation, save for all the clauses that might come into conflict with the city itself. Regardless of your responses, unless you intend to cause harm to the city or its residents, you may come and go as you wish. You are by no means obligated to stay here, after all."

Kakine sighed at Aleister's explanation, glancing over the contract again with a half-jaded look on his face. Well, the Superintendent didn't seem to be lying, which was nice, but his long-winded explanations always tired him out a bit. Couldn't he just make an abbreviated version that had the extended contract tacked on or something? That would save him a ton of time. Maybe he found amusement in these people... Or something. Nobody could really quite tell with that stone-cold face of his, though, so there was little to no reason for him to continue worrying about it. What he did have to worry about, though, was Marisa's tendency to break rules. Was she the kind of person that would brek rules for the sake of breaking them?
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Hopefully not. HOEPFULLY. NOT.