Sparks takes a few steps in, squinting, but soon stops dead is his tracks. There should be enough room for the others to look around him. He can hardly believe his eyes.

Standing in line are a handsome, easy-going looking man; a confident woman sporting a pair of pistols; a wild-eyed teenage girl; an older, excitable-looking man; and what looks to be some sort of blue person with antenna and large, sold black eyes.

"......Whaaat. What? Are you-- How would they know what the people from my world looked like?"

His surprise fades into anger as he pulls the note off his own replica. "I don't know what a Hero of Light is, 'Kalki' but this one is gonna make ya sorry ya messed with 'em."