[h2][center]Komeiji Satori and Kamijou Touma[/center][/h2]

"Hm... Yeah, this place is definitely feeling less advanced than Academy City," Touma remarked as the group neared the city in question, nodding his head in false sagacity. "They look like they're just starting to transition out of widespread fossil fuel usage or something, which is... A start, I guess? Though I don't think it feels all that bad in comparison, though..."

"Hm... Well, Old Hell was always full of smoke of some form or another, so I guess fresh air of sorts is a fair change of pace," Satori responded, glancing halfheartedly at Touma as he made his remark before the sudden appearance of a thief caught the two of them off guard. While the young student was still in mild confusion about the entire ordeal, the youkai girl had her gaze trained upon the pickpocket...

Who seemed to be threatening Goldibanne's life with a knife.

Oh, what a terrible mistake [i]that[/i] would turn out to be for them.

"Really, now, I swear manners are just a lie at this point," she bemoaned, eliciting a silent glare from Othinus that seemed to scream "hypocrite" in turn. "In any case, I recommend you drop the weapon and leave whatever you stole where it is. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your safety... Or your sanity."

With a glare, the third eye hanging around Satori's neck glared at the assailant, almost as if looking deep into their soul. It was, of course, attempting to dig through whatever memories they had to pull up whatever traumatic incident of their past that could be of use. Be it an attack or be it blackmail, the result would likely be the same. After all, anything like that would [i]probably[/i] be better than being melted alive by molten gold spewing out of a doll. Which in and of itself was a bit of a creepy image when taken out of context, but [i]details[/i].