Argent split open, the dark grey mass of iron protruding from its silvery form. Julian almost did a backflip once he saw the spike going for his face. "What are you doing you crazy girl?!" He spun around and ran off, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Christine tried to kill me! She's crazy!"<br/><br/>Argent sensed more disturbances, it was not very normal for this amount of noise to be heard, perhaps something was happening? Perhaps its master was in some sort of distress? It wrung itself out of its master's hands and dropped onto the ground, sending several tendrils around to detect the air movements. Seconds after, they were sucked back and the ball of mercury rolled around agitatedly before releasing tendrils to detect what was going on.<br/><br/>Samuel, taking the chance, grabbed Christine's wrist and shouted, perhaps the first in a long time, "Stop it! You nearly killed someone! Stop it right now!" Personally, he knew some others would react like Julian, it was normal, but he was not of a normal background. He had worked as an newspaper boy in the streets ever since his family was torn apart roughly. As the oldest son, he took it upon himself to care for his five younger siblings; mother would not earn enough. Whether by stealing, or actually working at a job which lasted less than a week, he could not say he lived up to his goals. People judged the poor as horrible cutthroats; mother always said, "Don't judge anyone, they may be different from what you think." The war changed all that, everyone became equal, everyone who was old enough and able had to work. There was food, or at least more of it compared to the years before. So now, he was about to try, to not to be a judge, but a helping hand.<br/><br/>((Crap, I think I botched the last paragraph horribly. It was all clear in my head until I started writing.))