What had previously been a bewildering, but relatively sane scenario had swiftly descended into madness. What was once day was now night, a creature- a [i]demon[/i]- had taken the place of a young boy, and several of her classmates were at each other’s throats, among others. Even from where she stood, Dawn could see a younger woman fly from the sky, sinking daggers into the chests of the innocent captives of the Prince. If nothing was done to stop this, it would only take a slight push for the meeting to become a bloodbath.

[i]Where was the headmaster?[/i]

Acting on instinct, Dawn ushered Kuro behind her, her free hand planting itself firmly on the butt of her gun. Silver bullets. She didn’t plan to use them- not until there was no other choice, at least- but she felt better keeping it in her grasp. Safer. [color=6A5ACD]“We don’t have to kill it. Necessarily. We just have to confine it for now, I’d say.”[/color] Already, she could see several students working to fight both the creature Kuro had called “Heartless”, as well as the demon- most by themselves. It would be hard to see if their efforts would be enough until they face retaliation, but regardless, there was still much to be addressed.

The detective breathed deeply. Her eyes became unfocused, staring into nowhere at all. Magic flowing through her veins, Dawn sent her power to the woman who had so ruthlessly attacked the slaves, and was now clawing at the Prince himself. Alex, her name was. She felt it now as acutely as it was her own. She took another breath, then buried herself in the fold of Alex’s thoughts, keeping her presence as hidden as possible.

[i][color=6A5ACD]”Tired.”[/color][/i] That was the thought Dawn planted in the girl’s mind. [i]She was so very, very tired, wasn’t she? It was such a nice day. There was little light now, but the warmth of the morning still lingered. There was no point in fighting, not now. Just walk away, and take a nap somewhere else. You’ve earned one.[/i]

The whisper of ideas, of course, where not Alex’s own. However, they would likely feel like it. The blood-wielder would likely begin to feel just as tired as the kitsune suggested, just as apathetic towards the battle. It was in her hands if she would go along with persuasion, or attempt to resist.

Of course, that only took care of half the problem. Even if Alex chose to step out of the fight, the Prince still posed a problem. Dawn prepared herself to swap to the man’s mindscape if necessary, fingers digging into the cold steel of her pistol.

[@The One][@PharaohAtem]