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"This has to be some sick joke right? There's no way this is actually happening..." Mizutani's fingers had pushed into her hair as she looked solemnly into her teacup.
Ciradyl resisted the smile that wanted to appear on her lips and forced herself to appear frightened, clinging to the collar of her own dress. The explosions had sent shockwaves that shook their floor and the sounds of battle echoed ever closer. Her guards had managed to send up a report of the situation which had been the catalyst for Miztuani's despair. It was such a sweet expression on her face that Ciradyl wished she had more time to enjoy and make it even better. Time was sadly running out and she needed to isolate Mizutani from her bodyguard.
"Tane, I'm scared. Your guards are strong, right? It was a pathetically submissive and hopeful voice, but one she knew would move her to do what she wanted.
Mizutani stopped digging her fingers further into her scalp at her words and seemed to regain a portion of her composure
"Yes, they are strong my little Cici." She walked over and caressed her cheek with a single finger. Her attention turned to the elite guard inside the room
"Barricade that door and don't let anyone in! Now, dammit! Mizutani screamed and they moved in accordance with her orders, gathering around the entrance to the room. Anything that seemed sturdy enough, regardless of value, was stacked against the door.
Mizutani took Ciradyl's hands and held them up between them
"Stay close and I'll get us through this, 'kay Cici." That sickeningly sweet voice was laced with a different intention but Ciradyl complied regardless. There was no doubt that Mizutani would try to utilize Ciradyl as a hostage to buy whatever time that would give her. Her keen ears then picked up on the faint whirling sound of something mechanical before a thunderous roar. It was enough to send a chill down her spine and worry for Kirin's safety if the twisted grin on Mizutani's face was any indication.