Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-26517142-20190523023739

The Velvetin Ash heaves her chest as she is deep thought. "Everyone has been employing too long of a dialogue. While they chat, Quitonne rises on to prepare for its wave of devastation, planning their capture of both you and me. Why wait for them to come when we can just strike them ourselves?"

Ash seems to hit her lap in annoyance. "The context here - is that I do not want to wait until we reach agreements or until our luck runs out. I do not want to wait until that envisioned future comes to pass. I want to resolve this conflict that began with me. I WANT TO DO SOMETHING, RIGHT NOW !"

As Ash says this, red streaks of energy around her, rocking the ship. She was... distressed.

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Layfon is surrounded. A few moments later, he starts feeling fingers that poke at the back of his leg and his sides. The Vampires flinch as Layfon flinches, and Seiren sniggers at this action.

"Now now. Will you all give the man a seat?" Seiren asks. Three of the Vampires duck out of sigh and reemerge carrying a mottled seat for Layfon, setting it in front of him. "If you please." Seiren directs the man.

"Mm."

Konigia responds with a half-bit growl. "The wolves... they never were accustomed being around us bats. It is of no wonder they usually prowl the Fallspace for invasive elements instead of engaging in a debacle."

Midarith the Yaramayahoo snickers. "Their loss.... their Volkodlac brethren continually tries to broker in a talk between our races and they don't lift a finger to agree." She looks lopsidedly at Isaac and Repter. "How about you two start telling us what you have scoured from Quitonne... and what we are to expect in this battle?"

Ophelia then notices... a particular Clowin staring at her.