Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-30014014-20190415021403

"Ok..." Joseph shuts his tablet before promply rising from his seat, standing over the gothic pillar "A few things we need to clarify..."

He compresses his hands before vehemently spreading them out, spawning forth a clone of illusion in his likeness. This one is inanimate, made of things that don't exist and will likely never exist. A mere thought made semi-anchored to this world. Joseph walks to his illusionary statue, pointing to a piece of clothing "First thing. Scarlet, really? Does this look red to you? This is royal rose, not scarlet blood. If you're going to name someone by a title, you should think of a more appropriate name for them. I mean, you don't see me naming reptile the emerald eater, do you?"

"Secondly...again, a clown, really? Me think those years of isolation may have knocked your pre-cog senses a bit too much to the left. No sensible sight to your local future would involve someone who not only isn't even part of this whole bagage to begin with, but a clown. I mean, this propheciy of yours must have some low bars to think of dragging a clown to this place of all people. IN a place where a god, a hybrid of beast and god, a god's champion, aliens and wholly transcedent humans, your blurry dreams go for the clown with nothing to note? Must not be that serious to begin with..."

"And thirdly...mariage? I think you're going to find some rather strenuous obstacle in your way" Joseph reaches for his illusion mimic, swiftly pulling a sleeve up, revealing a hand embedded in a ring "You see this? This is what people wear when they're off the celibate market. No, unless I'm mistaken, people married on this planet aren't the typical kind to go for many spouses. I like to identify myself to this category. So, again, dubious dream of yours, really. Especially seeing as I'm no king anyway. There's hundreds of kings in the world, people with royal blood. I am not and never have been..."