[IC] Portal Hoppers *REMAKE*

[Snarfulblast]

BOB sees the giant coming and teleports away leaving a shadow copy. He then blast the giant with a giant ice bomb exploding on the giants head the ice flows down it's entire body.

[TheGodofTacos]

Alarms start going off heard from inside the creature suddenly the giant changes color from dark blue to light red, it then starts moving faster as the ice melts off it's body, it then picks up shadow Srg and chunks him into the air away from the giant.

[Snarfulblast]

"SNAPPPLE ORANGE DRINKS!!!!" Shadow Srg yells as he is thrown away.

[SephietheEvil]

Numirra turns a bit, just as she's caught by Fedoraman, and punched right in the face. Numirra hits the nearest wall, and falls onto the ground. She grimaces while holding her broken, bleeding nose. However, the expression only slightly alters her usual bored one. She still looks helplessly unamused and zoned out, as if not really paying attention to what's going on. "...Hmph. You have no manners...and people wonder if chivalry's dead...did it ever even exist?" Numirra stands back to her feet with a slight yawn. She extends a hand, glowing orange, and looks as if she's about to- "Numirra, Natasha, Noruani. Fall back now. This battle is slowly becoming pointless, not to mention boring to me. There are much better things you could be doing. I've devised something new, so I require you all out of battle now. The sudden telepathic command broadcasted to all 3 of the witches causes them all to freeze in the middle anything they might've been doing. Numirra puts down her hand with a slow sigh. "...Welp, time to go home." She shrugs, then strolls down a nearby hall. She opens up the nearest window, and jumps out, shapeshifitng in the form of an orange canary, and disappearing into the sky above the forest. Natasha, having put herself out from the flames, comes to a halt in her beastly form. Instead of changing back, she follows the Master's orders by using her enhanced speed to her advantage. She races across the battlefield, picks up her barely conscious, beaten littlest sister, and runs off towards the woods with her. All the while, Noruani is still smiling rather eerily... "Ugh...they just...left...?" Kayori is the first of Felixter's small group in the hotel to get up after the horrid electrocution they suffered. "W-why...? With everyone distracted by that huge wooden behemoth...they could've easily done something. At the very least, kidnapped someone..." "M-maybe....maybe that's why they left. Perhaps it wasn't any fun for them anymore. The Master views us all like toys and puppets, you know..." Ammi murmurs. She sits up, and immediately starts helping Kayori and Felixter first with their possible injuries, instead of even worrying about herself. "It could still be something worse..." Felixter frowns deeply when he finally sits up with the others. "...It's possible that they've been called back for something new. A new plot of the Master's. In fact, I find it highly likely that, in the midst of this giant wooden threat we face, the Master saw no need for the witches to be here, as it already posed a great enough challenge. Therefore, he made a new, wicked plan instead, and has now called his witches back to begin the process of making it a reality." "...Good to see that your brain wasn't fried too bad, Felixter." Kayori begins to beam at the slightly older boy. "I'm willing to put trust in that theory. After all...you know Kebaratsu the best, don't you...?" Ammi nods in agreement. back down on the ground, Kiroketsu watches Natasha flee with Noruani, a triumphant grin spreading wide across his face. "YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN, YA HAGS!" He cries out after them tauntingly. "Are...are the scary witches leaving?" Mirui brightens up a bit at this news, but she still doesn't give up clinging to Kiroketsu. In fact, Kiroketsu even puts an arm around the monster girl's shoulder. "That's right, big girl! They're gone for now! See, what'd I tell ya? Ol' Kiro here will protect ya, no matter what, my dear!" Kiroketsu flashes what he believes to be a winning smile at Mirui, and she giggles. "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, YOU PERV!" Kayori calls aloud from the doorway of the floating hotel. Kiroketsu's smile transforms into a scowl, fast. "OH, C'MON! I'M CLEARLY NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW!" Kiroketsu throws up his free hand into the air to go with his cry of outrage. "That's probably a good thing, considering you're not really in the clear yet, you two!" Ammi calls down as well. Kiroketsu is about to ask her hat she means, when his attention is once more drawn to the huge wooden figure stomping all around the battlefield. Thankfully, it doesn't look as if it's paying attention to him or Mirui. "R-right...yeeeeeah, m-maybe we should head back into the hotel now, big girl!" Kiroketsu gets up. His expression brightens up again as soon as he realizes what that means. He puts his feet and tail together, and they all merge into one ghostly, wispy ending to his body. Then he picks up Mirui (with a bit of difficulty, considering the big monster girl's weight), and starts carrying her above the battle, back into the hotel. "Worry not, fair maiden! I, Kiroketsu, your shining knight in armor, shall make sure you get back to the others without a single scratch!" Kiroketsu declares boldly. "Weeeeeee! Flying!" Mirui gasps happily, not exactly paying the most attention to Kiro... "Oh no...I hope-" Nelodine starts, but she can't finish before there are more noises from outside. The witch in blue and her older sister move towards a window where they can view the battle, and see their sisters fleeing the scene. "Hmph. Seems they're leaving already. A pity. I wanted to be able to be of some use to you, dear little sister." Nymne murmurs as she watches. "Now I must make haste away, back to our new hideout." "You...you have to leave with them?" Nelodine frowns. Though all of her sister were evil in some respect, or at the very least quite questionable, she still cared about all of them. Even Natasha, who stabbed out her eyes to the point where Ammi couldn't even completely heal them. So goes the story of Nelodine's glasses... "Yes. It'll arouse too much suspicion all at once if I'm not back soon enough. Maybe I'll kill something on the way to the lair, so I have an alibi if they ask, or even care in the first place." Nymne starts opening the window so that she can flee along with the other witch sisters. Before she does, though, she turns to Nelodine, and puts something in her hand. "Here. This way, I can still be of some use. If indescribable trouble stirs up between all of us witch sisters, such as me getting found out, or something of that nature...break this." Nelodine looks at the object in her hand. It is a smooth, round, milky-white gem in the shape of an orb, hardly bigger than a marble. It radiates a small amount of light, and carries a distinct air of...sadness. "What...what is this, sister?" Nelodine asks. Nymne shows off another stone of similar qualities, except the color of it is a hazy dark gray, and the air it gives off is more...intriguing. "I almost pray that you never find out...for it is the biggest, most unstable of the secrets kept between us witches of the Master.....all 8 of us." Nymne replies as she turns her back, facing the window. "8.....w-wait a minute, 8?! But, there's only 6 of us-!" Nelodine cries, but by that time, her sister has already shifted into the guise of a hawk, and is flying away from her... In the world of her inner minds, Meora's battle against Noruani's force has begun. She's chosen an array of guns, and has set about fighting the demon. In that one side of the room, it's a grand display of flips, dodges, and a rain of different assorted projectiles and bullets. Yet, on the other side, Maore sits quietly, peacefully at her little tea table, paying absolutely no mind whatsoever. At one point, a piece of debris from the destructive battle even lands right in her tea, but she simply picks it out, flicks it away, and goes on as if nothing ever happened. Meora only gains a greater advantage when Noruani is forced to leave the battlefield in the real world, weakening her tie on Meora's mind further. With this, the neko girl is able to pull out her signature pistol, and take out the offending mental bug in one clean, but still explosive shot. "Job done, Maore-sama. You can go back to being peaceful again." Meora grins, lowering her gun. "You say that as if that wasn't already the case with me." Maore chuckles slightly. "But, regardless, with that done, it's time for you to go back on your merry way to consciousness." Meora pauses for a minute, oddly silent. She turns to face Maore. "...Maore-sama...ne, watashi-" "Kudasai. Don't waste time saying what you've already said 1000 times over." The supposed double finally stands from the table, and comes face to face with Meora. "You need to go back. Go back and live, as always." "...G...Gomenasai, Maore-sama....w-watashi..." Meora can't stop herself from shaking in front of herself, because in truth....Maore isn't herself. "...Onee-sama. Yamete." Maore holds a graceful smile, filled with almost a grave sort of peace, on her face. She pulls Meora into a hug. "You couldn't do anything. It was my destiny to die for you in that warm, peaceful chamber of life...you were the only one meant to be born, always. Nothing you could have consciously done...not even if you held the same awareness then somehow as you have now...nothing would have changed, onee-sama." "...Hai..." Meora admits unhappily. "I'm fine, though...being able to take care of you from here is more than I could have wished for. So, go on, then. Sayonara, onee-sama....aishiteru." After all is said and done, Meora is numbly aware of herself being picked up and supported by someone. When she opens her eyes, she can faintly catch the scent of Morgan around her from her cat-like senses. Meora smirks a bit. "Ah...gomene, Morgan-chan. I hope I didn't do anything too stupid under that little brat's control. It's regretful I had to stay out of it like that....feel like I missed out on a lot of the fun...hehe..." "We take over amusement parks and looooots of other places!" Clancy grins. "It's so we can have fun with a large amount of people, and maybe have a grand feast, too!" Amber claps her hands together cheerfully. The two turn to Karl to listen to what he's saying, and return his hug enthusiastically. "Heck yeah! We've never met anyone as fun as you who wasn't a shadow already!" Clancy nods. "Welllll....except for Master Insanity." Amber points out. "I mean, after all, he's the pure embodiment of insanity itself~!" Nimika is more than happy to leave the shadows behind as she continues following her demon guide to the council. She takes note of how extravagant the shining dome they're heading up towards is, and just barely catches the rest of her guide's words. She smirks a bit. "My, you flatter me, sir. Though, I'll admit, there's more than one reason that I'm the Master's head representative and employee." Nimika giggles slightly in reply to the demon's comment on her looks. She also nods at the rest of his advice, "Yes, yes...I'm sure I can do wonders for these people, and so can the Master..."

[ShadowVentus]

Making her way back into the hotel, Morgan returns both herself and Meora back to normal, now standing in front of everyone, displaying her usual happy-go-lucky smile. "Don't worry about it! I'm relieved to be able to say that there were no casualties in this battle..well, not yet, hopefully...You stay here with the others. Someone's gotta take that giant death trap down...and one way or another, I'll do it." The young tactician states as she sets her friend down before turning around and stepping towards the open doors once more. Having kept a mental tab on The giant manikin's fighting style and almost crippling weakness to ice based attacks, she decides to go out with a bang, calling up on almost all of her magical energy for this one. Those in the general vicinity can practically feel the magic radiating from her as she takes a step, now standing in the doorway so she can get a clear shot at the wooden giant. "Alright..here goes nothing...Deep Freeze!" As she extends her hand towards the wooden colossus, a equally large magic circle appears underneath it. What happens next might have been expected by the name of the spell, but it's still impressive, for the giant wooden death machine is now being incased in a enormous crystal of ice, quickly spreading from its feet to its head. However, this spell leaves Morgan rather drained, for she begins to sway until finally, she falls. Luckily, however, she falls on her back, saving her from falling down a long ways to the ground. "Heh..did I do it..Father..?" She murmurs as she quickly slips out of consciousness, seeming to have fully depleted her energy. Now, in correspondence to Morgan's defeat, a blue orb of light appears above her unconscious form for a brief moment before shattering itself, the pieces glittering like snowfall. As a result, one of the three locks on the door unlocks itself, the noise of it being unlocked echoing throughout the halls. Soon after, the lock disappears, the red and green locks now remaining. However, it seems that wasn't the only result that occurred from that spell. It seems Morgan's words reached her father, for after so long, the tactician awakes, his eyes slowly opening. However, instead of the kind, warm brown that they usually are, they are now a cold red, almost a shade of crimson. He utilizes his own Tactician's Seal to bypass the remaining locks, not snuffing out the flame until he has exited the room. This causes the door to re-lock itself, so that no harm will come to Sephie. The red lock glows brightly in response to Michael's presence. However, the glow quickly dulls as he takes his leave, seeming to not even notice Lucas, who has been by the door this whole time. To the others, his presence would be the only familiar thing about him. His magic seems to have changed almost completely, possibly sparking some form of fear in each and every one of them.

[Snarfulblast]

'Hmmm a change in the streams, this could change everything or nothing.' Fedora-man thinks to himself as he watches Mike appear to the rest of the room. Joe has finally made his way into the hotel, seemingly exhausted he falls face first into the floor."Kiro get me a beer will ya?"

[Snarfulblast]

Srg awakens finally, getting up he walks his way to the hotel. BOB and Shadow Srg have made it there before him. "Ah BOB I see that Shadow has used his power to enhance you although I must now destroy you." He pulls out his blade and slices through the Lich killing it effectively. "Now return yourself to me Shadow.", "Fine." He walks back into Srg. Now that Srg has returned to normal he picks up his brother. "Where is the infirmary?"

[TheGodofTacos]

Charging toward the hotel the giant wooden beast slams into the hotel moving it from its normal spot in the air it then proceeds to nail on the building the shield getting weaker and weaker with each blow with it's mighty fist. "Top of your game then?" the demon ask before opening a set of doors to reveal a golden room with a U table near with 11 chairs all but 2 of them made out of gold the last two are made out of ivory with traces of gold in the back, and a signaler golden chair in the back between the legs of the U table. In most of the chairs sits demons with varying shapes and sizes in the other two chairs (the ones that look different from the others.)sits old small demons that look at you as soon as you enter the room. "Well I just need to sit down then we can get this started." getting to the last seat open at the U table an older demon speaks with an cracking voice "you can begin when ready."

[ShadowVentus]

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 3 - With the Shinobi World at Stake Michael, seeing that despite all of the effort his daughter put into that attack, the ice hadn't lasted for long, The Tortured having broken out of its frozen prison with surprising ease. Right afterwards, the wooden colossus had rammed right into the hotel's barrier, causing the whole building to jolt as it was moved slightly back. The mannequin then unleashed a brutal onslaught of punches upon the hotel's defenses, causing the shield to strain itself in order to hold its position. "Hmph..don't worry, Morgan...I'll reduce this thing to mere rubble." With that being said, the tactician leaps out towards his current foe, red eyes glaring. "Almighty Push!" He extends his hands toward the mannequin, utilizing a large amount of repulsive force to begin easily crushing its wooden body, starting with its arms and legs. Now all that's left is a wooden torso and head, simply sitting there in the middle of the open field as Michael lands on the ground feet first, landing rather perfectly. "Begone...Wind Style: Rasen Shuriken!" With that being said, Michael raises his hand above him, forming a large wind version of a fuma shuriken, which gives off a sort of screeching noise as it's formed. He then throws it at what remains of the mannequin from his previous attack, causing it to become lodged in its torso. However, instead of disappearing afterwards, it simply expands, doing even more damage to its body. Now all that remains is its head, lifeless as ever.

[Snarfulblast]

'He's powerful maybe to powerful right now.' Fedora-man thinks to himself watching as Mike crushes the giant. 'I might have to knock him back out just to make sure he doesn't turn and fight us.' Joe awakens,"Hey brother put me down." Srg puts him down and Joe throws his arm over Srg's shoulder for support.

[Snarfulblast]

Kyru appears next to Lucas and stands on the other side of the door,"Learn anything new?" "Yeah watch." Lucas moves his hands and mutters a few words causing a small spark to appear, it floats for a bit then rams itself into the door sending a shower of sparks out, luckily they don't catch anything on fire."Well that wasn't supposed to happen."

[SephietheEvil]

"N...n-no....NO!"
Sephie wakes up with a shout, springing into sitting position. For the brief moment she first opens them, her eyes flash red before going back to their usual blue. She's panting, clutching her head while she tries to get herself back under control.
'You can't go crazy with PTSD. Not now. You don't know what that might mean for your friends! It could-RID YOU OF YOUR ENEMIES ONCE AND FOR ALL, PAINT THE WALLS RED, PAINT THEM, PAINT THEM, PAINTTHEMPAINTHEMPAINTHEMSPLATTERSPLATTERSPLATTER-'
"Ah!" Sephie digs her claws into her scalp, unable to find solace within even her own thoughts. It feels like she's losing this time, and that she won't be able to stop herself. She curls up in the middle of the bed and wraps her wings around herself, trembling, fighting to keep herself sane. Then, she realizes...the sheets were messed up before she even got up.
Someone else was here.
"W...what...?!" Sephie blinks, trying to think of who that could be. The scent, she recognizes it....is it Michael? If so, why isn't he here? There's no blood, but...did she do something horrible? Is...is he dead?
"No...nononono....nonononononNOOO!" Sephie cries out, and suddenly, she stops all movement. She drops her paws back to her side, and the pupils of her eyes shrink. She grins, slowly releasing herself from her wings, and getting up to move towards the door. She finds it to be locked. Sephie growls, and slashes the door, leaving long claw marks down it. She then proceeds to try and find a window, or any other way to break free. Of course, in this situation, what will probably end up happening is that she'll go through every weapon in that bag on her side, mercilessly beating on the walls of the room and the door, until she finds something, anything living that she can splatter the blood of...
"Get you a beer?! Eh, what do I look like, a bartender?! I'm tending to a distraught young lady here!" Kiroketsu calls back at Joe, then turns his full attention back to Mirui with a grin, setting her down ever so gently on the floor next to her, and taking a bow. "We've arrived, my fair lady."
"That was cool!" Mirui claps her hands together in glee. Kiroketsu flashes her a mischievous look in return, "Well, if you really wanna have a good time with me, we could-"
"NOPE." Kayori hurries over to stand in between Mirui and Kiroketsu, even though she's just about the shortest, most petite person in the lobby at the moment, and both of them are the tallest.
"-GO FLY AROUND WITH OUR FRIENDS IN A RACE. GEEZ, LET ME FINISH BEFORE YOU JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS!" Kiroketsu finishes, huffing at Kayori.
"Your behavior leaves absolutely no room for that, and you know it." Kayori glares back at him.
"Well I-" Kiroketsu can't finish before he's cut off by something else. His eyes widen, and he drops everything he was doing.
"Kiroketsu, what's wrong?" Felixter takes a more serious tone with the guardian spirit. He's seen enough over the years to know what this very well could mean, regarding his sister.
"Seph. She's up, and even though none of us woke her up in the middle of her dream...it seems one of the worst things has happened." Kiroketsu seems to have gotten more serious as well, already turning to head upstairs and guard Sephie's room. Maybe try to stop her, should she manage to get out somehow.
"The troubles just never end..." Ammi lets out a weary sigh, looking out onto the battlefield.
"Stay here?! Tch...alright, I guess. I still hate having to miss out on all of the fun like this...." Meora utters a mild protest in response to Morgan telling her to stay in the hotel. She obeys, however, and instead watches the battle with Ammi.
"Ah! Morgan-chan!" Meora blinks when her friend is sent into unconsciousness from using up so much power. She starts to move towards the doors of the hotel to help, but Ammi grabs her shoulder, and shakes her head. "I'll get her. It's safer that way. Besides, I still have to check her and everyone else for injuries. It's sort of my job, isn't it?"
Meora lets out a reluctant sigh. "...Hai, Ammi-sama..."
Ammi chuckles a bit at this, then spreads out her wings of golden flame, and takes flight through the hotel doors. She quickly flies around The Tortured to evade it's attacks aimed on the hotel, and gets to the ground to carefully pick up Morgan. Ammi makes sure to completely avoid both the big wooden titan, and Michael's attacks also, while getting his daughter back into the hotel lobby. Making it back inside, she sets the girl down gently, propping her up against a wall.
"There we are." Ammi beams, then turns back to look at everyone else. "So, after I check Morgan here for injuries, who wants to be healed next?"
"You don't think that it's a tab bit early for that, Ammi dear?"
Ammi and the others turn at the sound of a familiar voice, which comes closer from up the stairs to the hotel's front door. Making her way inside is a very tall woman, just a bit taller than Mirui, but just a bit shorter than Kiroketsu. She wears a formal, lacy black dress with darker red details, and a black hat with a veil to match, which partially hides her unusually beautiful hazel eyes. Her ludicrously long, dark silver hair trails behind her as she walks, and her hands are covered by dark red gloves, smelling ever so faintly of blood...
"Lucille." Felixter mutters. "Do you have something to do with my sister's current state...?"
"No. In fact, that's why I came. As the technical owner of your souls, and as my dear little hellions, It's my job to look after you, is it not? I couldn't just leave you here alone...though, I do know how excellent Ammi's care is." Lucille explains with a soft, but slightly eerie smile. She doesn't seem like an enemy....yet...

Nimika waits politely for all of the demons on the council to be seated, before clearing her throat and beginning to state her cause.
"My hopeful allies, I have come here to let you know why I've made my way to Shava, and how you could possibly take part in a grand new land. You see, my employer, Kebaratsu, or as we call him, "The Master", has chased after a specific group of rebels for years now, as they're threatening his ascent into becoming a demon god, and hold a secret that threatens the proud, grandly evil land of the Demon Highlands. These rebels are in Shava now, by request of Fedoraman, and I, as well as my sisters, have been sent after them as usual. If help in this matter could be obtained by those of such high stature, yourselves, .....then I'm positive that our needs could be met, and the Demon Highlands will grow. You'll be compensated handsomely. Maybe even become rulers of the lands as well, as they expand and take over the world..."

[Snarfulblast]

'Ah mon ami mi cherie. A pleasure to see you again Lucille, I knew you would come it's been so long although I hoped you haven't forgotten me.', Fedora-man turns to Lucille and bows.

[ShadowVentus]

Finishing off the wooden mannequin with minimum effort on his part, Michael turns to see Ammi whisk Morgan away to safety, enraging him slightly as the possibility of his daughter being taken as a hostage just now crosses his mind. "Arcwind!" He shouts as he uses wind magic to boost himself up and back into the hotel, now glaring at those that stand before him. "If you've harmed her, you will suffer the same fate as that behemoth.." He says, surprisingly not following his usual pattern of attacking first and questioning later in this dark form of his. Perhaps someone can convince him further that they're his allies. However, until a soul brave enough emerges from the group and does so, he now has his sword drawn and is pointing it in the group's general direction, clearly meaning what he says.

[Snarfulblast]

"Oy mate calm down she saved your kid we are your friends not your enemies." Lucas has walked his way to the lobby, and is standing in front of Micheal.

[SephietheEvil]

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- SMASH! -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. 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...

[Snarfulblast]

"Hey what's the commotion in the ocean?" Eyes has awoken from his late nap. And has made his way to the lobby.

[ShadowVentus]

@SephietheEvil
Morgan, hearing the sound of a familiar voice nearby, uses what strength she has to open her eyes up slightly. She's overjoyed to find that her father is standing before her. However, she's also very worried considering he's pointing a sword at whom he considered to be his comrades a while ago. "F-Father..? What're you doing..?" She asks him, at least trying to draw his attention away from the others.The tactician's eyes widen in shock as he hears his daughter speak, turning to face her with a look of extreme relief present on his face. "Morgan! Are you alright? What have they done to you?" He asks, clearly confused about who the enemy really is at this current point in time. He rushes over to his daughter, now kneeling before her.Morgan smiles sympathetically at her father, now being able to confirm the current issue. She weakly brings her right hand up to her father's face, it now resting on his right cheek. "They're not the enemy, father...they're our friends..you know that." She then cringes as a wave of pain rolls over her body, now struggling to keep her eyes open.After listening to what she has to say, Michael nods in understanding, his eyes returning to their normal brown. "You're right...thank you for setting the record straight, Morgan...get some well deserved rest.." He says as he takes her hand in his, squeezing it gently as she finally falls asleep, it now being her turn to regain her strength. The tactician then gently takes her hand in places it on her lap. Quietly rising up unto his feet and turning around to look his comrades in the eyes. "Allow me to apologize for my behavior. I can assure that I'll do my best to keep myself under control. Someone mind filling me in on what has happened?" He inquires, wanting to get caught up on the action he has missed out on.

[SephietheEvil]

Everyone in the lobby is relieved when Morgan wakes up, and helps to set the record straight for Michael. Felixter moves his paw back out of his pocket, away from one of the tools he reserves usually as a last resort.
"Glad to see you're regained your sense, at least. It's fine, though. We're experienced when it comes to people who have a sort of..'light switch' effect, regarding their modes of behavior." Ammi gives Michael one of her signature warm smiles as she moves over to place a paw on his shoulder. "That includes me, Felixter, and Sephie....oh, right...Sephie..."
"What happened? Ah man, you missed all the fun, Michael-kun! After you and Sephie passed out, some of our other friends here arrived." Meora gestures to Kayori and Mirui as she talks. "That's Kayori and Mirui. Or you could just call 'em 'Kay-kay the Half-Shadow' and 'Kaiju Shoujo', as I do sometimes."
"Um...I'd...prefer Kayori..." Kayori shakes her head with a chuckle.
"I don't care! As long as it's not a mean name." Mirui grins, wabing to Michael. "Hi new person! Are you a friend of Felixter's?"
"Mirui was created by me...so, forgive her odd behavior. Though she looks older, she's only about...3 or so." Felixter mutters to Michael.
"Anyway, yeah, our friends came, but then 3 of Nimika's sisters, Natasha, Numirra, and Noruani tried to capture Mirui, and we ended up having a big battle with them that ended just a bit ago. They were after their rebel sister over here, Nelodine. Y'know, the nicer witch in blue." Meora continues on with her recap. "There were some other enemies too, like this big huge thing I didn't really get a good look at. I know you beat it just now, though. So, now we're all kind of just here, waiting for the next horrific thing to happen."
"And if Sephie doesn't get better, that could be pretty soon..." Kayori murmurs with concern.
"Ah, yes. I was going to say that." Ammi nods toward the half-shadow girl, then turns back to Michael. "If you were in a different state of mind, you might not remember this...but was anything wrong with Sephie when you left the room you two were in? It seems she's just woken up, and she's doing...sort of the same thing you just did. Except...we know all too well what happens when Sephie is locked in her PTSD...too many lives were lost, back when I wasn't a goddess...." She sighs a bit regretfully.
"Maybe now that he's doing a bit better mentally, I can hate him less..." Lucille hums halfway to herself, eyeing Michael behind her veil.
"Oh. Right...um, also, this is Lucille." Felixter clears his throat, feeling obligated to introduce the woman who currently owns part of his soul, and what's left of his sister's. "Despite her looks and demeanor, by no means should you ever attack her."
"That's right." Lucille purrs back, moving to loom over Felixter, and place a hand on his head. "You could say I'm something of a...protector to these little children and their friends. Anywhere they go, I am already there. True, I own part of their souls and make them do arguably horrible things as payment...but I give them more power and less chances to lose their beloved comrades in return." Her smile is sweet, but it gives off an ominous feel...
"I suppose our first priority now, since the witches have retreated, is to find a way to keep Sephie from getting loose...though, honestly, I'm quite shocked she hasn't already. Could it be that Kiroketsu is actually doing his job for once?" Felixter has a light smirk on his face as he looks up towards the stairs nearby.
"Hmm...maybe there's more at work here..." Meora huffs. "...Ya think I should go up there and see what's up? I can handle a crazy Sephie, you know I can. You've seen me do it single-handedly. Y'know, because I'm just that awesome." She winks with a prideful grin.

Not too much later, Nimika returns to Shava, having dealt with her meeting with the Council quite well. She didn't get much of a conclusive answer, not yet, but her hopes that they may lend a hand at some point are high. She explained the situation and possible benefits to those high-class demons quite clearly. She's confident that she was quite convincing. However...as far as she knows, she was the only one to leave. The shadows hadn't accompanied her. She checked her own shadow on the ground over multiple times, but there wasn't a peep.
...Tch, as if she really cared in the first place. They were Shadows. They couldn't really get "stuck" anywhere...not unless they were fighting against Lights.
At any rate, Nimika has made her way into the forests of Shava, and down into the hideout of her sisters. She frowns a bit at them all.
"No Nelodine, hm?" Nimika sighs. "Pity. That girl has so much potential locked under that timid casing of hers...if we could just get her to realize how futile it is to break away from her own creator as she's done, and how little it will really change anything...maybe we could get her back."
"That's what we were talking about, sister." Natasha nods. "The Master has been telling us to focus our efforts there while he thinks up something new for Sephie's group...he says he's close to finding something brilliant! Ooh, I can't wait!"
"Nelodine is very gentle." Noruani gets into the conversation. "I mean, even I terrify that girl. She's so sensitive...I bet that with just a few mind games, we could have one of two outcomes."
"Two outcomes?" Numirra yawns.
"Well, yes. The first is that we could break her spirit, make her feel as if she's got no purpose with Sephie's group, and then rake her broken pieces back here to reassemble her into our wonderful sister once more." Noruani grins. "The second...well...is that we could break her spirit, make her feel as if she's got no purpose anywhere, and have her run off to go get killed by wildlife or herself."
"This is true...she's very fragile like that...though, I'd prefer it if we could rake her back in. The 6 witch sisters just wouldn't be good enough as a combined power without our #3..." Nimika replies, leaning against the cave wall. "I think mind games are definitely the way to go, I mean, they rarely aren't.....but, we need to utilize them just enough that we can get her back, and not so much that she runs off to go make herself disappear, so to speak."
"Well, you know the two to call for mind games and fearful illusions." Natasha grins. "Noru and I would be happy to carry out any orders from you, eldest sister..."
"In that case...I think I know just where we should start." Nimika gets an evil grin on her face, as do her other sisters, with the exception of the now-dozing Numirra.

[Snarfulblast]

"So when do we leave?" Karl bounces around the shadows happily.

"Ah welcome back Michael, well now hopefully I can send people on a mission. Ok Michael,Meora, and Joe. I am sending you to collect a bounty on a person from the Daemon Highlands, and yes I know that some of you are wanted criminals there so I am sending a surprise with you it will help." Fedor-man hands Meora a package,"Open it after you get out of the portal, and the person your after is a guy named Sochi." He turns away and moves to an open spot in the lobby, he moves his hands in a strange pattern and a portal appears.