[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia took the offered gun with a grateful curtsey, before using that same motion to crouch down and beckon the little ones--only to find them already clamouring at her feet with a scroll. She found herself unable to concentrate on it initially, for the Holy Moonlight Sword's whispers had resonated sonorously with her mind and informed her of its extended arcane abilities. She blinked a couple of times rapidly and shook her head, taking a deep breath in, and refocused on the scroll from the Messengers as she exhaled slowly and methodically.

She nodded her head and bade the little ones reply once more: "Going to break barricade. We're in only entrance. Got to protect sleepers from 'Skinner'."

Ophelia then turned to the Doll and the Shopkeeper once more, eyes wide and bright and filled with curiosity that sparkled like moonlit dew.

"The bells you gave us, to summon you into the waking world... Do you enjoy the fight, Shopkeeper? Is it... a boon that we can grant you, to live again outside this Dream, or a failsafe to be used only in moments of direst need? What do you have to say, little ones?" Ophelia asked, first to the Shopkeeper (and Doll), and then down to the little ones that would no doubt come as soon as her intentions were made clear.