[h2][center]Shokuhou Misaki[/center][/h2]
Misaki paused for a moment at Hibiki's reactions, trying to figure out how to explain the situation to her. The old man, at least, had understood what she was getting at; after all, it'd be near-suicidal to wander about as they were without any place of residence or a stable source of income. At the very least, she could try figuring out how to get IDs for the near future handled, but that would require government buildings to let them through in the first place.

"Mmm... Well, if you have some home to go back to—and, given your reaction earlier, I would assume you don't—then feel free to look somewhere else. it's getting late, and though I would rather be sleeping at my bed back in Tokiwadai, our current situation makes that possibility seems quite small. At the very least, we won't be probed too hardly at a shelter as compared to... Anywhere else. And no, I am not renting out a hotel room for the night. We only have so much money for the moment, after all," she calmly stated before continuing on once more. Though it was weird walking alongside the man she had pepper sprayed just a little while ago as if nothing had occurred, the esper still had the worry in the back of her mind that he would return the favor tenfold in the future. Of course, antagonizing him at this point would have no merit to her unless the situation called for it, so for now she hoped that he would at least let sleeping dogs lie.

Miku let out a sigh of relief as she hugged Hibiki, letting time tick slowly by for a few moments before letting go. The smile on her face was clear for all to see, though there was a twinge of bitterness at the blonde girl's mention that their home had all but disappeared here.

"Um... Hibiki, did you already go to our dorms? Were they there?" she asked, shifting her glance to the side. "I was in... Ikebukuro, I think? There was some talk about a giant wolf and a black bike, and the police were all trying to get people to move. I was helping them out, so I didn't get a chance to look for you until now..."

There was a bit of hesitation in the girl's voice before she continued to speak, shaking her head as if to dispel any doubts about anything else in her mind.

"B-but I think that we should follow the people you were with to the shelter. If our home really is gone, then I don't know where else we would go..."

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The shelter itself (when whoever else who was going there had arrived) was already fairly lively with people who had been evacuated. It was a park, more or less, with various temporary tents set up within to house those who were displaced for the moment. Of course, there were people off to the side giving emergency medical care and handing out things like sleeping bags and whatnot, but that much was a given. There were people chatting about left and right, and there remained a constant tension in the air, but other than that...

Well, given the circumstances it all felt fairly normal.

[h2][center]Hinanawi Tenshi[/center][/h2]
"Hey, what are you doing throwing words like 'extermination' around like that?" Tenshi asked, clearly displeased at Emilio's choice of words just as the rest of her companions were. "There's no need to act like some omnicidal shrine maiden when things are peaceful... Well, okay, maybe not [i]peaceful[/i], but you understand what I mean!"

The woman—Priscilla—gave a wary glance over to Emilio before nodding her head. Despite his words making her a bit wary, the three young women with him seemed to be reasonable enough to not start fights for any good reason.

"...Very well. I place my faith in you four. Let us be off."

With a nod, Tenshi took flight again, only to realize that Priscilla wasn't following.

"Um... Can you not fly?" the Celestial asked, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. "We can go by foot too, but..."

"Yes. My apologies, but I am unable to take to the skies as you have."

A soft 'oh' slipped from Tenshi's lips as she quietly landed on the ground and nodded.

"In that case, walking is fine. As much as I hate to admit it, though, I have no idea which way to go to get back if we're not flying, though..."

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Mordred's sword cleaved cleanly through the slime's body, but it didn't take long for the gash that had been left in the gunk to simply reform over it. It was almost as if the weapon hadn't registered in the first place, and the slime continued to slide along. Though it had grown in size, it seemed to only want to move to the end of the sewer faster instead of fighting back.

Not like it mattered, of course, given the distinct lack of damage on its body after the fact.

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"Er... Something along those lines?" the Captain stated, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to follow Inuyasha's own line of logic before shrugging it off as something for other people to clarify later. "Ah, well, in any case, if you're offering then we'll get you the contract later. For now, though..."

With that, the Captain simply tossed the youkai a keyring with a key on it before stepping into his vehicle.

"The others should be back in a bit. Go check out your room over there whenever you want, alright?" he asked before driving off. The Private could handle the logistics when she returned, after all.

[h2][center]Leonardo Watch[/center][/h2]
Leonardo stood by speechless as the room seemed to devolve into a big ruckus and Youmu seemed to lose all touch with reality, but before he could really speak up two of the other girls in the room—Sanaki and Meteora, if he recalled correctly from their introductions—seemed to pull all focus on themselves. The smaller debates around the room seemed to quiet down, and there was an awkward silence before someone spoke up.

"To be quite frank, Mr. Reinhertz, it hasn't even been 24 hours since all of these incidents started occurring and, to be quite honest, I—as well of many of my colleagues here—were at a loss when Mr. Sharpton called us all together like this," one man stated, his hands tented in front of himself as a few others nodded in agreement. "But I think that the larger issue at hand is the fact that these people—whoever they were—could freely enter such a high-security facility and waltz out without so much as a response from the security systems. We want information just as much as you do, and despite my own misgivings, I have to admit that the 'Empress' over there does have a point. But at the same time, the UN is technically an independent organization, and we'd have to make appeals to the nations we represent if were to request funds."

"But at the same time, it's not like his proposal doesn't have any weight behind it now," another man responded, his eyes glancing around as he spoke. "We can supply you with some funding to start with along with someone to look over your actions, but so long as you provide results in aiding us—and I do mean all of us, seeing as how we are representatives of all the nations here on Earth—I do not think that requesting additional money should be too much of an issue. Am I wrong?"

The rhetorical question from the man seemed to punctuate how the situation was going, and Leo grimaced a little at how brazen he was. While it was true that they were essentially strangers here (and technically foreign immigrants as well), wasn't there a bit more tact that could have been put into this issue?

It seemed that Mr. Sharpton wasn't the only one who was a bit annoyed by how the situation had become about self-preservation, though, as there were a few other representatives looking at the one who had just spoken before Mr. Sharpton once again attempted to take hold of the conversation.

"Well, considering the fact that they have shown their merits to us here in the United States, I think that we would be [i]more than happy[/i] to allow them to set up operations here for the time being. We can settle on a more logical budget for your actions and decide upon what funds you might have to reimburse based on the threat and the damages afterwards, but giving you extraterritorial rights in regards to unrestricted travel between countries coupled with a million USD should be somewhere to start negotiations, but I recommend we debate this further once you have found somewhere to settle down. As of right now, I believe that everyone here would like to consult with their own respective heads of state or what have you, and even then we must decide who would be on the council managing these people. Am I wrong?"

There was a bit more murmuring and a few more 'yeas' than 'nays' popping up in the area as the atmosphere in the area seemed to lighten up, if only a little.

"As for whether or not we exist as 'real', though? Well, I cannot speak for everyone, but I believe myself to exist here, right now, and that is what matters. My duty to this world and my nation mean nothing in the face of some philosophical 'what-if' scenario."

With that settled, the representatives seemed to slowly debate among themselves a bit more before finally adjourning the council, leaving some people to leave the room (some in more of a hurry than others). Of course, Mr. Sharpton was one of the ones who had remained behind, and a few others seemed to hover around as well, if only to see where discussions with the group from here on out led.

"I... Apologize for both our temporary panic and my colleague's behavior. Had I known things would devolve as they had, I might have spent some more time trying to rationalize the situation before leading you here," he stated, glancing over to Sanaki before quietly nodding. "While people may come to question your regency—and, quite possibly, the legitimacy of this entire affair—I believe that something like this was the best course of action we could have taken given the turn that the dialogue was being taken."

With a bit of a sidelong glance, the older man sighed and shook his head before continuing on.

"We cannot simply get you the funding that you need quite yet—there are still legal contracts to be processed, and the usual issues regarding extraterritorial rights remain hanging above all our heads. But you've proven yourselves thus far, so it shouldn't take too long to at least get you somewhere to live for the time being and some money in your pockets so you don't starve. For the time being, though... You should be free to explore the city. If you wish, we can give you some funds for the day, but... It'll definitely take us some time to find a building with enough openings to house all of you that would be okay within that budget and okay everything thus far. For the moment, though... So long as you return here by... Eight o'clock tonight? I believe we can, at the very least, supply you with temporary lodging. All other matters can be resolved after the fact. I apologize for taking up your time; you're free to go."

With a nod, Leonardo shook Mr. Sharpton's hand before taking a few steps back and walking over to Youmu.

"Um... I don't know who this 'Yuyuko' is, but... Isn't there a chance she could be here too? We could try exploring the city to see if we can't find her or not," he suggested, crouching down to see if he couldn't see eye-to-eye with her. "Klaus, would that be okay? I think we're the only ones here who know this place fairly well, right?"

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