Guts
...Huh. Don't know why, but the girl kinda sounds like Casca before the...well, no. Casca wasn't quite this nice to strangers.
"Guts," the mercenary says simply before the police yell at him and Medaka to get down as well.
"...Well damn, this is going to be a pain," Guts mutters, putting his hands above his head as he drops to his knees, removing Dragonslayer and placing it on the ground for convenience's sake, "Come on, kid, let's get this over with."
Michael
Divines' starry skies, this is going to suck.
"First, I can't," Michael says, "You can't. Someone tried to unmake this staff right out of my hands and it didn't work. Second, even if I could, do you really think I'd break this thing because it got a little tainted? Pantheon's sake, you're acting like the end result of this whole mess is a given-"
It was at this point that both Michael and the woman were promptly encased in ice.
...Pantheon-damned buzz-killing hydromancers.
Emily
Emily watched with no small amount of dismay as Abigail, whether knowingly or not, continued to push Mordred's buttons in the worst way possible. Then Mordred's accusation of Abby being a Loyalist came about.
Loyalist? Well shit, we'd have been better off...wait...this place seems to draw people in from other dimensions...who's to say that this one is even from the same place as Mordred and I?
"Mordred," Emily interrupts firmly, "I'm fairly certain there's been a gap in understanding here. Chances are actually fairly good that Abby isn't quite like us. First off, she doesn't seem to have a Mask, unless pointy ears are part of it for some strange reason."
With that, the former Spring Queen turns to Abigail.
"And while you may not know it, pretty much everything you've said would've elicited much the same reaction from most Changelings where we're from. So that begs the question, do the terms Wyrd, Gentry, or Arcadia mean anything to you?"