Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190413021358

"I was not to keen in believing this at first. IMAGINE - a clown is tasked to decide the fate of a fallen-from-grace realm. BUT it is, as my visions tell me," said Jalken with a straight face this time. "You. Of all people... were in front of a realm on fire. Bodies... EVERYWHERE. On one hand... a button. On another... a white feather. And in front of you... was I. The Hanged One."

"Which brings us to now."

Jalken  "Quitonne... is not a haven. I see it as a prison... a laboratory. Our captor.. its GUARDIAN ... is the one who keeps us here in chains.. she uses us. To develop weapons. She drains us of our power... she contains it... believing that it is much more used by the ones with purposive motives rather than ourselves. Thus... I believe she is the encroaching future."

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As the kitsune continued to run, she could see Jura and Repter in pursuit. Her lips smack at what she sees. "Rich," she says as she taps at the side of her head. "Samuel."

"Yes."

The response comes from the other-Isaac, still talking to the original. "So you have them on your sights? We need them. We need them... to come with us. (this convo, of course, Repter and Jura doesn't hear)"

As the kitsune ends the talk, her tails begin to gather balls of spirit fire and they bombard at Repter and Jura once again.