IC: A black blade, covered in green runes, appeared from nowhere in the lax hand of a black haired, blue eyed girl standing behind Michel.

"Gods, and I thought our family tree was dysfunctional. I'm fairly certain we're all working as [i]equals[/i] here, and if that's so there's no need for all of this."

Alexandra's eyes sparked and she grinned. "Of course, if anyone has problems with being equals, I ca promise you that I can solve those real quick."