Bowing deeply, Hisaki's long black hair sled down over his shoulders, like a veil of silk, darker than midnight, to be swung over it once again as he stood up and made his exit. His work here was done. Like a shadow, dark, moving with unearthly grace that he possessed at all times, his figure disappeared behind the doors.<br/><br/>Seika, already horrified by the thought of General Akira 'Angel' Matsui behind his back with her sword out and screaming, nearly crashed into him, and managed to step by in the last moment, frozen by the Black General's cold, emotionless glance, from which he always sensed disdain. General Matsui was always pissed off, General Adachi was always disapproving. Those people were surely crazy... Wiping the sweat of stress (and being chased by Akira) off his forehead, he pushed the door aside and bolted across the hall to get to Yvonne. The door was locked (it was almost always locked), and thus, the follow-on of his frantic run was a loud thud of his shoulder, crashing into the door. Catching his breath, he hit the door a few times with his fist.<br/><br/>The clinking of mail warned him that the crazy general was already coming. He scrambled back up to his feet, struggling to appear official, and ran his hands down his haori to straighten it. Just then did General Matsui storm through the open door. She was short, only a little bit taller than a child, but always bore a surprising weight of armor and weaponry seemingly without complaints. She must have been truly strong for that small body... What he feared that he was about to find out.<br/>"Half-blood! Seika, you bastard!" she shouted at him, approaching like an omnious storm-cloud in his mind.<br/>"Y-y-yes General Matsui?" Seika faced her, taking a deep breath and bracing himself.<br/>"I want to see Her Highness."<br/><br/>Still shaking, Seika raised a hand and once more knocked on the door.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Now already pretty confident this Lierin girl didn't want anything bad, Misao smiled sincerely and shook his head. "No, you didn't scare me. Really. I was just... Surprised and... Shocked I guess. I've never seen something - I mean someone - like you." he assured her, by instinct placing one hand on the elf child's shoulder. For protection, or to offer her safety? Either way, he didn't see it as unnatural - in the countryside, there simply wasn't enough elves for the natural disdain of humans to show more than during the occasional visit of an elven lord.<br/><br/>"Yes, all's fine." he assured the man that approached him. The assortment of armor was... Unusual at least. It much resembled the armor scraps he saw to be worn by the people in his village during that one and single time they actually had to defend themselves (with pitchforks and frying pans). But this man was human... A nice change when compared to all the preppy elven nobles and guards, marching around and sticking their noses up to the sky.