Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-30014014-20180529040205

Observing the patron Celestine pass through the gate Alex makes little fuss as she starts walking to the gate "Perhaps she feels as if her capability to the cause is assailled by thee, unmaker and the paragon of disorder. Maybe a change could do much to brittle the wall that has been built over time..." Through the gate, her entire body shattering to glass tinted in pink, only to fade, seemingly devoured by the gate itself.

There, she is reformed as the glass earlier eaten away is reforged, shaping her body in a sketch-like shape of line alike the constellation. There, other fabrics of the world toll to put her back together, as if it owed her that in the least. Alex continues to walk, hands behind with little concern over those present. Not out of indifferences, but rather, that her demeanor would attempt at lessening whatever tension seems to be rising.