Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190723145614

"Hey...can't help but notice that close shave you've got there..." The darker aspect of Joseph's psyche had remained quiet for the time being. Feeling his brighter counterpart usher in a distortion long before the scythe could embed itself in his back swept it awake.

"It would seem so. You must be worried to speak at this time". The bright's body was formless, an image that could not be touch, even less attacked, moving seamlessly through the writhing field as one of the beams directly went to indulge the would-be attacker to ash.

"Well, of course I'm damned worried! You saw how close that was?! I mean, with all of them sprawling about, there's no way for you to keep an eye out for ALL of them! We're the only ones who didn' advocate for this asinine plan of their, you think I wanna see a common sense advocant get shived like that?!"

"I suppose not. Well, whagt do you suggest?"

'''"Easy..." '''Still bathing in his distorted state, the bright snaps half of its body to darkness, bringing the white to conflict with it, as if it don't belong, the eternal struggle of darkness and brightness. Light and shadow. It distorts further, glitching through the reality as if threatening to encompass the entirely of this place. And then...

Light and dark are both snuffed out, pulled from existance, as well as Joseph's dichotomic body...