Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161214080117

(Okay.. wow. Something's gone warped in me absence.)

Jeiel retches in disbelief as the raptor slobbers all over his face. As Venice is yanked back, he turns to the Gazer. "I-I'm sorry! I had to use magic to subdue him! You have to agree with Thomas! Any moment, and there would have been murder before our eyes!!!"

Then again, he stares blankly at Praetor, the person who had just arrived. He was... shocked. "H-How can you still.... know me? What is.. going on here? How come you know Septius?!"

"DOC?! D-Didn't Victivius succeed ? WHY IS - ?!"

Suddenly, Septius trips the skinny man holding him fast. He coughs as he staggers to his feet. On his right hand, a broken flask with Basilisk antivenom falls off his grip.

"SH*T!"

"You mongrels.... you keep me detayned heah... withawt some goddam cawfee... I OUTTA KILL YA LOT."

(Doc, Praet, hold your guns. Don't engage.)