[h2]Shirai Kuroko[/h2]

Things here were simply beginning to get out of hand. It was good that Onee-sama had held back from assaulting complete strangers, yet that was only because other people were getting involved... though Kuroko could agree that the girl shouldn't be taking Takoyaki like that. Yet a robot was picking her up? Robots simply weren't advanced enough to operate autonomously like that! Now there was a new woman here, going on about [i]Champions[/i] for some reason and with antiquated weapons...

The horns, at least, could be pinned as some sort of genetic abnormality. Possible but extremely unlikely, though even someone as rational as Kuroko fancied herself was being pushed to maintain any sort of logical explanation for the absurdity here. A task that only got harder with the unmistakeable sound of armoured feet.

[i]How could someone be that big?[/i]

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[h2]Reinhardt Wilhelm and Ana Amari[/h2]

Kino wasn't the only one laughing at the motorcycle's odd comment, the boisterous German joining in as well as he scooped up his helmet. With no leads to follow--and one small girl alone in a strange world--he trudged along behind her, musing as he went. [b]"Don't you find it strange that something seems to be translating for us?"[/b]

After all, it was clear that there was a translation going on. He was hearing German from the child--but as normal, speaking English to communicate with Ana. No doubt the sniper was hearing it in Arabic and the child in whatever their native tongue happened to be. 

"This is something I [i]haven't[/i] seen before, the sniper agreed, eye scanning over the crowd they were approaching. It seemed like a normal group for the most part, with a token omnic represented. But the one Japanese-seeming lady with the horns wasn't a normal thing... unethical experimentation or something natural but exceedingly rare?

[b]"Champions? I [i]love[/i] the sound of that!"[/b]

If there was one thing Ana could trust to never change about Reinhardt, even more than his principles, it was that standing next to him for a long period of time was a fast route to a headache.