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"Interesting girl isn't she?"
Roman glanced at his partner, a less feral but equally enigmatic grin on his face. They seemed to have the same thought in their minds, but that was a common occurrence among the two. They'd gone from fairy tale twins to mental twins in a matter of years due to both their role in the story but also the various missions they'd gone on together. Punching each other, shooting each other, saving each other it all sort of balanced out like the moon and the sun.
Meanwhile Tsukiyomi had her own sun to find.
"Go to your Fabula homeland, find the Amaterasu kid, and haul his ass over here," he shrugged in response to the chimera woman, "if we're lucky he'll come quietly and I can get back to Chicago in time for the sun to set. We're not really sure how powerful his light manipulation is supposed to be, but I'm assuming that you two can pave the way for me to nullify him if things get messy."
Things often did when it came to the Mayan Twins but he wouldn't tell San that. Though he didn't care what others thought of him he didn't want her fleeing just because some shots started firing or buildings started exploding (as was typical with a brute like Sirius).
He gestured for Tsukiyomi and Sirius to come closer as he pulled the book he'd been given by the mission director. It was supposed to transport them to Odawara where they'd have to try their best not to look like total foreigners. Easy for San, not so much for the other two Hispanics.
"I hope you two are ready because I'm not staying behind for either you."
He opened the book, squinting his one eye as it took the three of them across the globe.