Imagine you were there
Myra was sitting in a large chair, Cheshire nuzzling in her lap, a cup of tea in her hands. She was sipping it elegantly, still practicing her manners.
Gilbert was shouting at Break.
Break was smirking and licking a lollipop, leaving the talking – or rather the mocking – to Emily, the doll on his shoulder.
Miss Sharon suddenly turned to Myra. "Did you have fun at the party, Miss Myra," she asked, completely ignoring the two men.
Myra smiled kindly to Miss Sharon, "I was really nervous at first, but I think I enjoyed most of it. And I was really happy to be useful in the end."
Gilbert stared at her open-mouthed. "What's with that 'useful'-thing again? Didn't I say before you shouldn't get into dangerous situations? I'd rather have you drinking tea all day than having you in danger!"
"That's so mean, Gil~" Oz gave Gilbert a menacing look, "I'm sure we can find a way for Miss Myra to be both useful and safe."
"I don't care about safe," Myra huffed, "teach me how to use Cheshire to protect me, and with both Cheshire and Gilbert around, nothing can happen to me."
"Having both of them around at the same time might be a problem," Break snickered.
"But Miss Myra! We can't take you into a fight!"
"I think she should at least know how to protect herself," Miss Sharon said, "we need her to get tuned with Cheshire."
Cheshire mewed and stood up. He jumped on the ground – making Gilbert scramble back a few steps – and wrapped himself around the chair. Once more he appeared as a young man when he finished his turn.
"Cheshire doesn't need to get 'tuned' with Mistress. Cheshire knows what to do."
"But does she know," Break asked, "we need to learn Miss Myra how to fight, not you."
"Miss Myra doesn't need to fight. Cheshire fights. Cheshire will protect Miss Myra."
Miss Sharon smiled kindly to the catboy, "of course she'll never be fighting herself, but knowing how it is done is crucial when there's a fight going on around you. Even if you're being protected."
"If I'm just going to stand there being protected there's no use for me at all, is there," Myra reacted a little cranky, "I want to be useful. I don't want to be in the way. Isn't there anything I can do without actually mingling in the fight? That will keep Gilbert and me both happy."
Break looked at her with a thoughtful face and popped a candy in his mouth. He kept doing that when he was thinking. Even more when it was about her. Did she make him nervous or something? "We could teach you to be a sniper."
The mouths of Gilbert and Oz fell open.
"Sounds like a good plan," Miss Sharon picked up her cup of tea.
Cheshire mewled and gently pushed his head against Myra's, giving his confirmation as well.
Myra though about it for a moment. "Yes, I think I like that idea."
"B-but, Miss Myra," Oz came to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "don't you think that will be too dangerous?"
"I don't think so. A sniper is always at distance anyway. And I still have Cheshire to protect me."
Cheshire swatted Oz' hand away and wrapped his arms around Myra's shoulders, nodding haughtily to Oz. Oz pouted.
Suddenly Cheshire tensed.
"Cheshire?" Myra looked up questioning.
"There's a Gate opening, Mistress."
"A gate?"
"A gate," Gilbert looked surprised, "It's not a gate to the Abyss is it? I should be able to feel that too."
"Not the Abyss," Cheshire hissed.
The door opened and two youngsters came walking in. A boy and a girl, giggling together. Girl dressed in a tiny summer's dress, boy in shorts and bare-chested.
As soon as they saw the group old fashioned-dressed people they stood dead in their tracks.
They stared at each other.
Cheshire hissed once more and slammed his claw on the ground. The girl started screaming.
"What the hell is that," the young boy shouted and tried to push his girlfriend behind his back.
Myra just sat there, staring. Those were from her dimension!
"Miss Myra!" She looked up at Oz, standing beside her and shaking her shoulders vigorously.
The girl just kept screaming and she noticed the boy pulling out a small pocket knife. But she was too shocked to react.
She noticed Gilbert pulling out his gun to point it at the two, clearly seeing them as a threat. "Are they illegal contractors?"
Finally, the girl fainted. When she hit the floor with a loud thump, the boy turned around and his eyes flashed around the room scared. "Haha, that antique gun won't fire," the boy tried to bluff," who are you? Let us go!"
"We never captured you," Break grinned in response.
"I'll show you antique," Gilbert's face twitched in anger and he shot a hole in the ground right before the feet of the boy. Now the boy started scream as well, stumbling backwards over the body of his girlfriend.
"W-wait!" Myra finally stood up. "I d-don't think they're dangerous. Don't shoot them Gilbert!"
"What are they?"
"I think they're just humans. From my dimension."
"The Gates around Switchlady always open to different dimensions," Cheshire hissed at the boy again," this one is to Mistress' dimension."
"Can we send them back," Miss Sharon asked, half standing from her seat.
"Yesss."
"Aaah," Myra jumped towards the two strangers, panicking. "You should go back through that door. Go back now!"
"Don't hurt me!" The boy curled himself up on the ground.
"You need to go back!" Myra pulled his arm as he cried in fear.
"That won't work, Miss Myra," Miss Sharon said calmly," they are too scared. Please come to your senses!"
Myra gaped for a moment at Miss Sharon. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. No need to panic. Those youngsters were in trouble, not her.
She kneeled beside the screaming boy and picked up his face. "Please go back through that door."
The boy finally seemed to understand what she was asking and he scrambled back towards the door.
"Don't forget your girlfriend," Break said playfully.
The boy grabbed the girl under her arms and dragged her with him, backwards through the door. Myra slammed the door shut behind him.
"Should Cheshire close the Gate, Mistress?"
"You can do that?"
"Of course Cheshire can. Cheshire can open and close all kinds of Gates."
"Then do so!"
Cheshire tilted his head a little, looking at her questioningly for her tone. Then he grinned. "Yes, Mistress!"
He jumped to the door, pushing his claws against the wood on both sides of her head. Cheshire growled low and Myra felt the door shiver under his strength.
"The Gate is closed." Cheshire licked her cheek. "Mistress has no reason to be scared."
She slowly sunk to the ground, shivering all over. As Cheshire stood over her, tears began to fall.
…
"Hello Miss Myra! I'm Uncle Oscar!" Myra suddenly got squeezed into the broad chest of a large blond man. "I'm Oz' uncle. I'm taking Oz, Gilbert and Alice on an important mission right now, will you come too?"
"Uhm, nice to meet you sir," she tried to bow, but Oscar didn't seem to allow that, "I'd love to make myself useful, but I've started learning how to use a gun only yesterday, so…"
"You won't need a gun on this mission," Oscar laughed, "just your most innocent smile."
"Okay, I'll come," Myra smiled.
"Good! Then change into this and I'll see you outside in fifteen minutes!"
Myra was left in the hall – open-mouthed in surprise – with a white uniform in her hands.
We all know where this is going, don't we? :P