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Moé followed him, forgetting about the vending pass.
"S-Sir!"
The guards stepped out in front of Caleb, and blocked his path.
"You cannot leave until he says you can. It's the rules, sir," one of them said.

Moé took out a camera.
"Oh! I need to take a picture for my ID!"
She faced Caleb as she took the picture of herself, and Cirruleic's pupils became tiny.
"N-N--!"
She took out the polaroid-esque picture, and shook it.
"Oh, you're in there too, oops."
She waved it, and saw the distant image of Cirruleic in there as well, but then her face paled.
Dragging Caleb over to where the guards wouldn't see, she pointed to a blotch next to him.
It had white eyes and a fuzzy outline, but the white hair, wraps, and owl wings gave her away.
"I'm going to take out my bazooka," she murmured. "Will you back me up, Caleb?"

"Oh well!" Moé said, acting nonchalant. "It must just be some shadow or something. If I cut it out, her soul will go away or something. I don't believe in ghosts."
She took out a pair of scissors, and, cutting around herself, one could notice her cutline went through the neck of Cirruleic and the ghost's.
She let all three pieces of the photograph fall to the floor, and Cirruleic seemed confused [relaxed that she 'hadn't noticed'].
Moé then turned around, and turned back around with a large 1.5m long M20A1 steampunk-flavored cannon.
She took out some shells, and before the guards could reach her or sound the alarm, she shot out a smokescreen.
"Go, Sir!"

Cirruleic, still shocked, began to desperately look for an exit.
"A-Agh!"
Moé loaded her cannon with the shells, and then shot them with exquisite accuracy in the smoke. Cirruleic's arm ripped off, as did all of the toes on on foot, and he gave a scream of pain.
"This," Moé said indignantly, "is what you get for conspiring against a messiah, a*****e!"
A large crowd-- curious, but oddly not helping at all-- began to form outside.
Cirruleic performed some sort of spell and managed to escape, as did the ghost [[her aura left the room]].
Moé, covered in Cirruleic's blood, went outside to face the crowd.
"Your prince has dismayed your ethics!", she cried. "He has defied the covenant of Your Lady, and Your Lady's daughter! Hear me, my followers!"
There was a mixed reaction form the crowd; some believed her, as the prince's choices were dubious, while others thought it was an usurpation ploy.

Moé bit her lip.
"They're coming, a large amount of them. You haven't lost the feeling yet, right? We can fight on."
She staved off the crowds more.
"Only a true charlatan of a prince would lead a messianic healer to violence, to violate the golden rule of his vow to my family! Instead of pulling you out off this war, he is focused on ruining the lives of me and my associate! And he leaves in cowardice, leaving his battle to the warriors."
The crowd became more excited.
She quickly shot Caleb a warm look.
"Don't worry, Nifl warriors are orphans who are not allowed to associate with women or have a family. There is no heartbreak here."

Moé opened a portal.
"Eh. Not necessary, now that I think of it. I just tend to be a bit of a berserker... forgive me."

Moé paused, and then lead him through the portal. The return-home portal was closer than expected, and she closed the portal behind them.
"Being so uncivilized and slightly bloodthirsty. That cannot possibly be anything but a fault."
[[LOL TURNON? XD]]

Moé shook her head.
"Cirruleic will calm them down somehow, but I... realized that I would risk you getting hurt by Midgardian-level warfare."
She looked up at him in desperation.
"Jin invented our version of the nuclear bomb five thousand years before your world. It's horrifying, the technology of our world. They... they would harm you, and me, severely. and although I come back to life, I... still feel the pain. I've been killed by them before, since I was deemed suitable for a walking dummy. The horrors of those people..."