Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170704042243/@comment-26517142-20170728035532

Jeiel walked calmly into the castle interior. Blinking a bit at the sparkle of which the area held inside, he calls out. "Isaac's here already. Why don't you show up ? You can't keep voicing over from some unseen angle."

"Which is precisely, what I'm not goingto do."

Sliding down the stairs is a green blur that lands on her toes, revealing to be a little girl of age 10 or 11, a massive frock of hair bound behind her in several clips. The symbol 'OZ' hung around her neck.

"Hola! You took our time, my boy." Whiz said ever-so casually.