[color=a187be]Kiroketsu reaches the door that is currently locking out Sephie from the rest of the world. He slightly relieved to find that there's a magic lock in place, and he hopes dearly that it'll keep her from breaking out and attacking everyone else. However, if she can break a wall-
[i][b]SMASH![/b][/i]
-which it sounds like she's certainly trying to do right now, then the lock would become obsolete. That is, of course, unless it's force spreads not just on the door, but the walls also. Kiroketsu has no idea, by he knows he's got to calm this girl down somehow before she gets out, regardless. Though it sounds bad to do to a young girl, a hit to the head, or something of that effect, usually calms her down in these cases. So does defeating her in battle, and knocking her unconscious altogether. The same can possibly be said for her brother as well...though, he seems to exemplify different qualities. Scarier ones...
"Sephie? Sephie, do you hear me?" Kiroketsu calls through the door. He's only got auditory techniques to work with now, since Sephie's locked in this room. Hopefully he can bring her back, because he knows she can stay like this for extended amount of time. She stayed in this volatile state once for more than 2 days, because no one could get close enough to do anything...
Inside of the room, Sephie turns from the dent she's made in the wall, to the door where a vaguely familiar voice is calling her. She's not in Shava anymore. She's in a prison cell, a prisoner of the war. She's 4 years old, a child soldier in this war between all the citizens of the Demon Highlands, along with her brother and Meora. They have a war like this every week...it's horrible...but, Sephie can't focus on that now. Felixter's up there without her help somewhere. Meora, 6 years old, disappeared somewhere. Hopefully not kidnapped. She could die. They could do something horrible to her before they killed her. Disgusting demons...
"Who's there?! If you've come to torture me, then I'll show no mercy if you step foot in here! I promise you by the hand of the great demon gods, damn you!" Sephie shrieks at the stranger behind the door. She knows somewhere, she's heard this voice...but, where?
"Sephie, calm down." Kiroketsu keeps a cool head through all of this, acting surprisingly prepared and serious in this situation. A big change from his usual demeanor. "Can you tell me where you are? What's going on?"
"I...I'm trapped! C-comrade, I'm trapped!" Sephie yells back. "Felixter and Meora are up there somewhere, in the middle of this war! I have to get out of this damned hole and help them! Can you help?! PLEASE, PLEASE!"
Kiroketsu grimaces at this information. Great. She thinks she's trapped in a dungeon of the enemy during one of the Demon Highlands' wars...that definitely means that she'll be aiming to kill anyone and maybe everyone, should she break out of this room.
"Sephie, please, I need ya to calm down. The war...well, this particular one you're talking about, has been over for 11 years. I-" Kiroketsu can't finish before the door is suddenly hit with a sharp blow. Sephie starts yelling out what would sound like gibberish to anyone else, but coming from the same homeland as her, Kiroketsu recognizes it as a stream of curse words in the native language of the Demon Highlands.[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]Ammi is taken aback somewhat by Michael's actions, and his proposition of what she's done to Morgan. She huffs, slightly annoyed.
"Now, Michael, really...you know I'm the goddess of motherly prowess and healing, correct? I've no reason to harm this girl. I was just taking her back here to protect her unconscious body from getting harmed further, just lying out there on the battlefield that was still being used..." Ammi puts her paws on her hips while she speaks. Though she definitely senses the difference in the air about Micheal, and his behavior, she hopes that all common sense hasn't left him, and he can still comprehend what she just said. Basically, she hopes he's not flipped into some horrible part of his mind like Sephie seems to have just done, because Ammi knows from experience that she hardly listens to a word anyone says in that state...
"Well, at least Michael-kun here still recognizes his own daughter and cares for her." Meora notices the difference in Michael pretty fast also, but doesn't seem incredibly worried. That's due to her own nature, of course. Meora holds the thought that she can handle pretty much any bad situation, with her signature gun at her si-
OH! Her gun!
"Ah? Where did it go?!" Meora mutters, trying to search for her pistol. She hadn't been awake when Morgan put it into her own holster, so she's unaware of it's whereabouts. Meora huffs when she can find it. "Fine. Whatever. I'll use another gun for now, if I even have to..."
"I would very much hope we wouldn't have to resort to violence here..." Felixter murmurs. "But, if such a thing happens...maybe you should take Mirui somewhere else, Kayori. I wouldn't want her to get upset, or caught in the crossfire."
"Well...as much as I hate to leave your side...I suppose you're right..." Kayori nods slowly, not taking her eyes off of Michael's blade.
"Ah, Fedoraman. I believe I do faintly remember you. It has been quite awhile, hasn't it?" Lucille laughs lightly at Fedoraman's greeting, then turns to watch Michael for a moment. She frowns a bit. "Hmm...my own nature and his actions now makes me want to hate him...and yet, his concern for his daughter and the fact that my little Sephie and Felixter here seem to know him make me feel othewise....how interesting..."
"N-Ne! Matte! What do you think you're doing?!" Meora snaps towards Lucas. "You can't just walk in front of a blade! That's a terrible idea!"
Felixter takes note of Lucas's actions immediately, assuming that if he doesn't do something soon, the boy will end up injured, perhaps even fatally. Felixter steps up to the side, next to Michael and Lucas, with his one regular eye set on Michael.
"Michael, think carefully about what you're doing. We're your allies, remember?" Felixter's says aloud in a gravely serious tone, as if it were a matter of life or death, to help really make his words stand out. It's a technique he's tried and had work a few times with his sister. "No harm has come to Morgan. I've made sure of that this whole time, as has Ammi here, and Meora. We'd never do that. There would be no reason to do so, logically. As allies, we stick together and help each other, don't we?"
While he's talking, Felixter has one hand in a pocket of his pants, prepared to use a "different" approach, should the situation become too unstable. Kayori and Mirui watch on with worry...but it's unclear on who they're truly worried about, here...[/color]