Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121702/@comment-26517142-20170118102503

The smoke starts to thin. A small breeze blows from the gap in the door and whisks a note over to Cire.

It reads:

TRUTH SMOKE'' :Reveal your inner SELVES now!! - Copyrighted by the WHiz of Oz. :D ''

From the center, emerges three pairs of glowing eyes... all aimed at him..