[Ding! This is your lovely Setsukone speaking here, and I'm glad to announce to you that an emergency quest has arrived. Overseer13 has found himSelf to be in a precarious situation, and requires immediate help from the members of the chat. Appropriate rewards shall be given once the mission is accomplished...]
The group froze for a minute before a large cacophony of noises erupted, growing the previous lacklustre screen into a firework of information.
[PapaSmurf: Brother! I shall come to your aid, just like when you did when the Black Legion attacked Macragge!]
[DragonMomma: Ara, ara~ I do wanna see a new world, one that seems to me to be far advanced than the great nation of Alvarez...]
[Love3000: Sorry bro, can't come this time! Am too busy trying to figure out how this new fangled device works! Anyways, you can show a love broadcast, right...]
[LovelessNeko: Ooohhh... I want to come as well, but the new school year at Tenbi school is about to begin again, and I can't wait to meet Take-chan again! Pwease, pwease, pwease record for us, pretty pwease...]
[DrKiller: Me too]
[CutePire: +1]
[MahouSisCon: +2]
[GachaChaos: Sorry, but Mashu and I have some... 'business' to attend to...]
[GalaxyCoon: Oh! Oh! Me, me, me! I'll come! I wanna see how 'old' worlds looked like back in the early years...]
Initially wanting to decline her request, Shinji stopped, for as a near level-8 reality bender, though his power's fluctuating, he sensed that the little one had a burning question that needed to be answered, an answer that would dictate the future of her world.
[Overseer13: Thank you brother Guilliman. It would be an honour to have you come for my help. Also, @[GalaxyCoon], you can come as well, I shall answer your question as soon as we're done. And yes, you can tag along as well, @[CutePire]...]
[GalaxyCoon: Thank you sir!]
[CutePire: Yippee!]
[Ding! As everyone who wants to come has been selected, I shall send out the proper rewards once the mission has been completed with 5 stars! =)]
Meanwhile, in a private chat that was only accessible to Shinji and Setsukone, a trembling system could be seen conversing, no, begging, Shinji:
[Waaah! Boss, for your mission, I can't give the appropriate rewards! Please, help me!]
Rolling his eyes, Shinji couldn't be bothered to tease the panicking system.
[Alright, alright. I'll give the rewards for this mission. Luckily for you, I know them pretty well, and I might still have some things at the back that they would like...]
[Yippee! Thanks Big Boss!]
With a quick tap, Shinji closed the screen, preparing to accept the teleportation and the resulting energy fluctuations that would emerge as a result of said acceptance. Those blasted Magi have excellent senses, especially a certain old lodger who likes to peep across the local multiverse...
"Now then, where should I put Guilliman..."
Haah... If only the Architect was still here...
Scratchinghis head, Shinji set forth, utilising whatever stable form of energy he could muster, along with some alien tech, to create accommodations for them...
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Whack!
"Blasted thing, can't it be more accurate!?"
Whacking a disproportionately large scanner alongside Gadriel's head, Habetrot threw it onto the ground, pissed beyond belief. "How old is this thing anyway!? Can't you lot innovate something better!?"
A deep voice boomed from behind the steel mask.
"Habetrot, you know as well that since the cataclysmic explosion, the passage from Avalon to the Outside has all but severed. And even if we do go outside, MTF Beta-777, Hecate's Spear would immediately pounce upon us, not to mention the Great Architect and his Iron Warriors. If anything, the legends state that before his disappearance, hE had made ample preparations to ensure that the common folk were kept safe and sound. If anything happens to them, we, as the last Children of Is and Is Not, will be royally screwed..."
As Habetrot rolled around their shoulders, throwing her usual childish tantrum, Gadriel could not help but furrow their eyebrows, confused at the change of tone when addressing the Great Teacher.
Forget about the 'Wow' signal, taking care of those hairy wretches takes greater precedence...