Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190428222843

Joseph's butterfly shines form a singular ominous light. It would seem not to take so kindly onto threats as the surroundings subtly shift, ever slightly. A portion of its strength to meet her threat.

Joseph remained placid, however, his hands crossed over his chest as the disemboweled voice rang true inside her mind again, this time, with the butterfly adding otherworldly screeches to the end of every word spoken "A meeting...as we mentioned...with a prisoner that you seem to bar form us...with threats...no less...a miss Velvet Queen...or Quin...depending on whom speaks..."