Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200917040327

Ser: Ophelia places a hand onto Glen's shoulder and she looks serious. "Glen, I understand where you're coming from. Really, I do. My dad's whole thing is that he won't kill mamono because of his hatred of the Order. But even he told me that there are times when things can't be talked through. I want to believe that there's a compromise. That there's another way. But let me ask you this, what if there isn't? What then? When words fail you, what else is there to do to convey your feelings?" Ophelia asks him in earnest.

Tikkit: The Nightmare is nearing the limit of her patience. "I CARE LITTLE FOR YOUR STALLING DOG. YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT I TO KNOW OR BE CRUSHED BENEATH MY HOOF! MAKE YOUR CHOICE!" Her voice booms out. She is not going to wait any longer for an answer. The voice rings out in her head again. ''Bea, come on! Don't let her scare you. You are stronger than her. You can do it!'' The voice tells her.