Noriko and Yuki
The train ride was mostly uneventful. It's smoother yes, quieter too, scenery wasn't too hard on the eyes either, but no matter how much you magic it it's just a train ride. The only real curveball took the form of a few people who wanted to take photos.
Guild's not too far from the platform, the building looking shockingly mundane all things considered, a fairly corporate looking building with wide open gates jammed between an assortment of shops and restaurants. The only particularly odd feature being the quest pylons outside. Adventurers wander in, out, and generally around the building.
The interior is cozy, warm, somewhere between lounge and hotel lobby with some jaunty tune playing overhead. Adventurers browse quests from the pylons and turn them in at th desks. There's also a group of weirdos hanging by the door looking like a buncha Pokemon villain rejects.
The moment you enter the door they're upon you, two dozen firearms leveled at your face.
"<The boss sends his regards.>"
Shef
You arrived a little while after the pair. Coupla social media posts gave away their position when they disembarked. A coupla more gave away half their damn movesets, these all by an account speaking in that classically lcsonoc Twitter-y "as it happens" kind of manner. An account only created a few hours prior, the only posts to its name their running commentary of the fight you left.
So, they know Yuki has those arrows, that teleport, and that awfully threatening mix of shielding, regeneration and raw unbridled force. They know Noriko has scarily accurate homing spears, the power of flight, a spell-eating flame, and something about going all Old Country For Old Men on a motherfucker. Who they are, you find also intermixed amongst gossip articles with such wonderful titles like Is Patricija's Girlfriend A Brocon? Apparently, the people who attacked them were students of the military academy here. By the sounds of it, there's practicals going on, and the test is to try and beat both the girls. Well, you know their foes at least, even if you're still not 100% on your own.
You're outside the guild right now. The trio are working within. Baghead and co are watching from afar outside the building. Red is there too, doing her damnedest to appear distracted by all the cops and medics inside the building. You won't be recognized should you enter, Sakurako will however.
Noriko and Yuki
With an awful lot of poking and prodding, the officer finally gets the henchman off the chandelier. Their belt had been caught when they got launched up there, and with the beating they just took, they weren't really feeling up for resisting arrest. The rest of the mob's scattered and strewn across broken furniture, nursing some broken bones and wounded pride. No blood though. Yuki had been so kind as to use the reverse edge of her chainsaw. Noriko, simply had no need to stab them after the first wind blast. They went down like complete bitches. Turns out standing right in front of the people with the windblasts and black murder tide is a terrible fucking idea. Who'd have thought?
With that mess sorted and Noriko well salted, the trio approach the dark spectacled receptionist.
"<Ah greetings Miss...>"
He glances down, checking his terminal
"<Master of the Holy Flame, and... Miss Harbinger of the Divine Wind.>"
He leans forward ever so slightly.
"<Do you have the package?>"