Admittedly, the beeping wasn't the only thing that irritated Death the Kid about the machine that Stein had been working with. The fact that he was smoking was always a problem. First of all he held the cigarette to one end of his mouth, and secondly the smell was annoying. While Death the Kid probably could never have felt any ill effects from the compounds in the smoke due to whom he was, the odor was still displeasing.<br/><br/>Something else entirely was irritating to Soul Eater, and that was the fact that Lord Death actually thought this whole mad thing was a good idea. It sounded so totally not cool to him. Opening a portal to another dimension was a good way to rip through the actual fabric of the space-time continuum.<br/><br/>That didn't sound cool to Soul Eater one bit.<br/><br/>Eventually Soul Eater looked toward Maka. In spite of the fact that he had certainly matured in many ways, he still had a healthy amount of drool slipping down one side of his mouth that he had to ultimately slurp up before he could talk to her.<br/><br/>"Doesn't it sound like it wouldn't be cool to drag someone from another place? They might be doing something."<br/><br/>Death the Kid was sort of thinking of the same thing, though he didn't make a remark about it out loud. Someone who was in that other dimension might have been admiring a perfectly formed sculpture in an art gallery or perhaps they were at the skateboard park executing a flawless 180-degree fakie into a hand grab. If he were doing any of these things, then he certainly wouldn't have wanted to fall through an inter-dimensional portal and end up in some parallel universe.<br/><br/>Well, regardless it looked like it was too late for any of these complaints anyway. With wide eyes they all watched the action going on, and soon enough Soul Eater decided to chime in with his own commentary on the situation. "Man, this dude seems like the coolest guy ever. He's a cucumber under the toughest of situations!"<br/><br/>That was, of course, before his Meister's father decided to ruin the entire day. Perhaps, though, it wasn't ruined. The guy that Soul Eater had thought was the coolest ever had indeed shown up, and this time in person.<br/><br/>Turning around, Death the Kid looked to his father after noticing the sudden appearance that had decided to join them. "Uhh, dad, if that bat-eared man is supposed to protect wherever he came from, is that place of origin going to erupt and become a cesspool of violence all over again?"<br/><br/>Admittedly, something inside of him wanted to head off to adventure in wherever that was, but he realized that what he had wanted wasn't ultimately good, per say.<br/><br/>Over time Soul Eater started to drool again, which would have been slurped up once more had Maka perhaps noted to him that he was doing it, as that was certainly a habit that he had tried hard to break and just found impossible to do so. For what it was worth, he wasn't the only person doing it.<br/><br/>Apparently the sun had decided to drool as well. Death the Kid didn't mind so much, even if the drool only came out of one side of the sun's mouth, as that meant it would shut up his annoying laughter. The sun could make more noise than Stein's machinery when it got going.<br/><br/>"Maybe I should go introduce myself, father. I am supposed to be a representative of the family after all, and of course I'm the sharpest dresser here." For a moment he had made sure to straighten out his outfit, just to be sure that what he had said was true. From what they had seen, this bat-fellow was certainly a high society type and would have expected it.<br/><br/>Black*Star was most surprised by something that he had seen previously. "Did you notice those moves before? There's only one single way to get those kinds of moves. You have to be a ninja to get that kind of a move!" Tsubaki laughed gently for a moment and turned back to face her Meister. "Even if this other world is parallel to our own, you have to imagine of course that there are ninja there as well, perhaps more skilled than we will ever be even."<br/><br/>Soon enough a sweat drop elicited across her forehead as Black*Star started to go on a tirade about how he was, indeed, Black*Star and therefore no one else could have beat him. At this point, this kind of thing had become rather predictable and she had grown relatively used to it.