[h2]Shirley - Castle Tepes[/h2]

The gate was rather distant from the castle, and therefore those inside would not yet have heard the knocking. However, that was precisely what a certain ghostly individual was present for.

The air shimmered briefly, and Shirly abruptly left the mansion, gliding to the gate and reappearing, seemingly from no-where. She hesitated for a few moments, standing at the gate and regarding the newcomers with mild confusion. Certainly, her highness had not mentioned anything about further guests... perhaps there were more UMMA reinforcements...?

"Ah... I... well..." swallowing in spite of a lack of a need to, Shirley took a deep(and also unnecessary, but old habits quite literally died hard) breath before continuing, "I... d-did not know her highness was expecting further guests... W-welcome to Castle Tepes."

[h2]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h2]

Black Rock Shooter was silent as she watched Mikoto approach the large cylinder and seem to tinker with it, somehow. The otherself was only unsure of what the girl was doing for a moment, before reasoning that her control over electricity may have allowed her some ability to interfere with the device. The blonde girl, meanwhile, watched with rapt attention, seemingly fascinated by what was occurring.

There was a crackle, and then a loud whirring sound as the systems inside the generator were revived by the input of exterior power. It flowed through the (at least seemingly) ancient machine, pouring electricity into places that had long been dry, filling it with power. There was a hissing sound from the ring, and then an ear-splitting crack as a strange, hazy energy abruptly flashed to life inside of it. It was unclear where the portal seemed to lead. In fact, it seemed to lead no-where.

Thankfully, there was one certain thing. The console too sprang to life, a simple screen appearing upon it.

A single sentence was displayed over a series of flags, many recognizable but some unfamiliar.

"Please select a language."

Beneath the flags there was an apparent label for the software involved.

"IDPOS v. 2.9.3"

[h2]School[/h2]

The girl sighed. She supposed that, yes, there was no large chance of civilians still being within the school at this point. Who would remain in such a place? As the man advancing, ripping apart the zombies with his immense sword, the white-haired girl remained behind, seemingly to avoid the blood.

The girl swept her cape aside, the hilt of an elegant katana visible protruding from the sheath on her hip. In a flash, it was drawn, and she sprinted into the swarm without pause. Each motion was swift and to the point, a combat style based entirely around speed and skill. With every flash of steel, another of the undead fell in pieces, now permanently felled or rendered useless. It was a dance through the flesh-eating corpses, a bloody dance that left gore in its wake.

No wonder the girl's shoes had been stained in blood.