Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-30014014-20180623174050

"I will have to agree with the iteration of chaos which dwell in our material plane" Alex shoots, her mask since long returned to her hip as a vigil. The pigment deception asked of her by the manifestation of destruction had done little to shift the appearance of her face, save for the usual pale complexion turned human. Or the gleaming royal rose that adorned her irises. Or the lack of any true flaws, like she was molded by someone's hand.

Her expression, a seemingly bored tenure, which might explain the dullness in her voice "Locked in a perpetual cycle of violence, we would have been were it not for the contrarians that constituted the fateful opposite of light and dark. None would have been able to make effort for the end of this pointless violence, one that even the beasts of old, at least some, had pleaded for. More important, I as much as many others would not be wed to our significant other".

She takes a bite our of her pastry "Although it must be said that there is still much to do, on both side before a true coexistance can broker...".

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Dark and light fall from their toiled ship, masking itself through an ancient fold. They shine and bleak among their descent, as long before.