EMIYA SHIROU
As soon as he approached Mia dropped the aggressive demeanor and went straight back to smiling, giving him a full hug. Shirou hugged her back, but with a conflicted expression on his face. This girl was dangerous, holding too much power for such a young girl to be responsible for. His mind wandered to who her parents could possibly have been, or if she even really had parents.
But even so, she’s still a little kid who needs someone to look out for her, he thought to himself. Holding on to Mia, the archer stood upright, pulling the girl up with him while holding her close. Turning to Forest, who was rubbing her temples in exasperation, he noticed that unlike everyone else present, the vampire was covered in snowflakes.
Putting the odd sight to the back of his mind, Shirou turned back to the Firebird only to see the deathly girl already starting to walk away, everything in her path being reduced to dust. He continued to stare with a mix between awe and horror, before the sound of more cars honking brought him back to the situation at hand. More cars were piling up on the street, headlights flooding the area with pale light.
“I’ll check on Law,” he said, switching to Japanese absent mindedly. The freelancer set Mia back on the ground and gave her a brief pat on the head before making his way back to the Firebird. Looking through the driver’s side window he could see Lawrence inside, a look of sheer terror on his face . . . and no pants. For a moment Shirou wasn’t sure what to say.
“Do you need help?” he asked.
AKIHOLARME
Aki walked after the young white-haired girl, unperturbed by the prospect of a long walk. This city was certainly grand, but she doubted it could compare to her treks across vast plains and frozen mountains. She glanced around, trying to take in as much as she could with the helmet’s limited field of vision, on the lookout for potential threats but more interested in observing this strange land.
SAMUEL IBARRA
“Call me Ibarra,” the soldier said with a slight Mexican accent, his eyes narrowing as the two men armed themselves. His right hand drifted toward his sidearm, an M1911 pistol, but didn’t draw it, knowing that doing so might provoke a conflict.
Sure enough, the blond woman with the fairy voiced her displeasure at the thick tension, making known her intent to shut down whoever started a fight. She had a spear on her back, but had yet to make a move to draw it. Hopefully she wouldn't feel the need to.
“I’m not interested in a fight, I just want to ask a few questions, are we cool?” Ibarra looked at the man with the staff, the man with the bow, and the woman in turn. “Now, I’ve received reports of two spatial distortions in the vicinity of this park in the past hour. Can any of you tell me about them?”