Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170117005123

"Well, it...oh, fuck all."

Armata's entire vision is engulfed in blue flames. When they clear, he is in the ballroom, although it is as large as an auditorium, give or take. He sits in an opulent chair that is not his throne, and holds a glass of pink lemonade instead of blood.

"Huh...sorry about that. Was never able to work out that glass quirk," she mumbles. She turns and opens a small portal and sticks her head in.

"Hey, Anansin! C'mere a minute!" She hollers before closing the rift.