Stumblings [sera]

[Kasatsu]

Racing down the hall he wondered what kind of chaos they were going to find this time. At Dre's mention that Se should not be in the study he could only hope that it was true. Hopefully Ira had been able to keep the male away fro there.

If that was the case it would be a small blessing, especially considering just how much peril the still boy could be getting himself into. While he was not quite sure just how Se would react to seeing his half-brother, there were some things that were probably better left unknown.

Racing down the hallway he both became relieved and tense when he heard the commotion from down the hall. From daily experience he was able to tell that it was - at least not likely - that Se was in the area. Small blessing indeed.

Getting closer he decided to let Dre attack the situation first, especially if Se was not there. She tended to deal with the lad a lot better than he did, or at least she seemed able to persuade him one way or the other more.

[seraaches]

"Let me go!" the young voice was surprising in that it had finally deepened, though it did crack a bit unconvincingly at the end of his exclamation.

"No, no, stay here!" responded another voice almost desperately, and when Dre, Ignatius, and Drostan slid into the room, they came to quite the scene. The teenager had three servants clinging carefully to him, keeping him from rushing back off and though he was obviously agitated, he also was reluctant to actually injure any of the Cards holding to him.

Dre paused at the door, trying to catch her breath as she looked in surprise at her young uncle. He had grown taller, further proof of age, but around his neck hung a pair of broken goggles and his left foreleg was entirely gone, leaving behind a mechanical hand. Drostan came up beside her and froze in surprise at the sight as well. His attention was still captured by his captors and he didn't seem aware of the new audience.

[Kasatsu]

Reaching the study he stopped short of the doorway. Starring inside he found himself confused by what was going on. It took yet another short moment to figure out who was involved in the chaos. That was Sid? What in all the &#*$ had the boy gone and done to himself?

"Sid! What do you think you are doing here?" He called out from the door, finally recovered from any and all surprise. His tone was short and gruff hoping to capture everyone's attention and cease the struggles of the boy - at least that was the attempt. If boy was the right word for the male anymore. Maybe lad was more fitting for his age?

Surely Sid was well aware of the danger this place presented for him. After all, that was the whole reason that they had sent the bunch away to the Capital.

[seraaches]

"Iggy!" the teen's voice cracked once more and he cleared his throat uneasily, lifting his slender foreleg slightly before putting down his cloven hoof yet again. He awkwardly waved with one wing. He couldn't put it back without buffeting a squirrel in the face, however, so he simply left it up. "Hullo, Dre, Drostan," he finished his greetings rather lamely and, for a moment seemed to have forgotten at least some of his anger. Still, it was, of course, impossible for him to forget when Iggy outright asked why he was there. "I'm going to kill the bathtard that killed my father!" he said challengingly, head coming up as though daring them to stop him.

"You can let him go now," Dre told the servants gently. She could stop the King if he insisted on trying to pursue revenge this instant. "Please, shut the door after you leave." She stepped forward with that gentle dismissal.

Drostan slipped into the room himself and stood off to one side to inspect the teen curiously. It had only been a few months since Shinrai's death, but they had evidently been hard on the boy. ;D

[Kasatsu]

Iggy waited until the servants had left the room, shutting the door behind them as they had been asked, before he spoke up again. Walking over to one of the chairs he plopped himself down.

"How are you planning on doing that?" He asked curiously. Daily practice over many years had provided him with the ability to keep all other feelings that might be contrary to the one needed out of his voice.

Until Dre decided to take over, if she did, he was planning on trying to talk the lad out of with something akin to logic. After all, considering it would probably take all three of them - Ira, Iggy, and Dre - to take Se down in a fair fight, he doubted the lad could do it through sheer want.

Sid was on of the few, besides Dre, that he never wanted to ever see injured or dead.

[seraaches]

Sid's ears went back and he eyed the mouse/bull hybrid with suspicion. "By fighting him, of courthe!" the teen insisted through his lisp. He seemed to think that the sheer anger within him would make him right and therefore the victor.

Dre sighed very softly to herself, but was simply so relieved that they had intercepted the boy before his half-brother could that she didn't even care that this was the new mess on their doorstep. "Sid," she said as gently as she could as she gracefully sat on one of the chairs along the side of the room. "Uncle Se is very powerful. She hesitated to point out that Rai had been strong as well.

Drostan wished that the young King would be able to just magically overcome Se based on will, but he, probably of all them, understood how strong injustice was.

[Kasatsu]

Iggy was not quite sure what to make of the situation at hand. There was nothing that he could think of to convince the lad that it was all a bad idea - which of course it was. Very bad.

"I have to agree with Aunty Dre on this one, Sid. Uncle Se is a very powerful person."

Well that did not sound completely lame. Rubbing his neck with one paw he sent a glance towards Dre. Perhaps it really was best if she took it from here for now. He could not think of anything that would either injure the boy's pride or work to convince him for long enough he was doing something foolish.

While letting Dre take over the situation he took a closer look at the lad. It was clear that a lot of things had happened to change the appearance of the boy.

[seraaches]

Sid's ears went back hesitantly in the face of this unexpected resistance to his plan, especially from two he had certainly expected to support it. He stepped back, the motion a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. Still, ,he tried to stick to his guns. "Well, tho?" he demanded. "I can beat him."

Dre sent him a pitying glance. "No, Sid, you couldn't. Neither could I, nor Ignatius. I fear it would take him, I, and even my father to overcome--"

"Don't mention him!" the teen suddenly cried, voice cracking with strain or emotion. His wings flared out and he backed up further, head up and eyes rolling. "I don't even want to think about him!"

Drostan started at this sudden burst of emotion from the teen. It wasn't hard to hear the betrayal hiding in the Josiggy's sudden outburst. He frowned in sympathy.

[Kasatsu]

The Club silently winced at the tone that Sid suddenly took while Dre was talking to him. It was plan to both see and hear the boy was suffering. This only brought him back to the discussion that they had had a few weeks back. This had not been in his calculations, it was beyond something he would have even thought to have included.

Feeling a little more hopeless with the situation he could only silently hope and pray that Dre would have the right words to say. Perhaps the solution was that they needed to do something to distract the boy?

Maybe they would be able to distract the lad with cookies - sugar free of course. Now was not the time to pull that familiar play. He just was not sure if they could all make it down the kitchen without coming across Se. Perhaps if they could use the servants hallways?

[seraaches]

Dre barely kept herself from wincing at the open pain in Sid's voice, and she rose instinctively, taking a step towards the teen. "Oh, Sid. . ." She wanted to hold him, but his expression suggested it would be unwise to try. She clasped her hands in front of her unhappily. Why it would escape her that Sid would want to blame someone, she did not know, but she guessed that perhaps she had assumed he would simply pin it on Se. And, of course, he had to a great degree. Just. . . not entirely. She didn't know how she'd tell her father, or if she even should. She glanced over towards her spouse, her eyes bespeaking how out of her depth she felt.

Sid backed up into the wall when Dre stood and simply stared miserably at her for a very long moment. "I can't jutht thit by anymore, Dre. I have to do thomething."

Drostan rose and moved to Dre's side, leaning very slightly against her leg so she could feel his support.