Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190811133558/@comment-26517142-20190927205514

"Like candy, she has a dual personality. Sweet as a treat.. and at the same time, unpredictable on the get-go." Anastasia muttered, as if holding her breath on the subject. "Even Dad had a hard time reading her at times. And as far as I'm concerned... he's a bit wary of how she flaunts around men like him."

"Are you alright up there, Ritzie?" asks Azkadia, who is quickly responded by a shrill, "Yes, Mistress!" from atop Nardu's shoulders. Azkadia then turns to Repter. "I can expect that she brought us here for a reason. Whatever it may be, Repter, we simply can't dally by trashing this place. We have to continue with the goal in hand. And a fight.. is simply not in our current itinerary."

With the sound of distant shuffling, Azkadia and Anastasia prompt the rest to continue moving. The long tunnel soon opens up... to a wider area.

In it, there were men sitting in various rounded cubicles made of various human-sized treats, with open seats, Candy-women beside them as they interacted merrily and laughed. Some of the cubicles housed conversing individuals.. others had the individuals being intimate and sensual. Lined up on the walls were various stationary funnels seemingly shaped like chunks of candy bars that sucked in bubbles of pink and violet energy, looking almost like cotton candy as they floated up in the air. The group simply waded in a central runway, looking a bit as they passed.

"....this ...doesn't really look like a factory." Anastasia concluded.

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Haqua lowered her gaze and sighed. "Anitra has always been quick to succumb to temper. She is vindictive.. and it is what often drives her to erratic action."

AN action I will not stand for.

There is a loud voice in front of Haqua... as she spots shining feet from where she had been sitting. She looks up.. and sees that the one now in front of her was not an ordinary person. All of the sudden, the Scarecrows throw themselves down in panic.

"Albi! What are you doing?? Bow! That's a Goddess!!" Carousa whispers loudly to the Holstaur.

Back at the interrogation room, Elphabi watched as Glinda raised her hands, staring at her palms. "Has it always been this way.. that we are only allowed to do one lot in life, as Wiccen of Oz? Has the only path been black and white? That we are to either take the path of trickery and mischief.. or benevolence and compassion? The way I see it... we have been... caged within the limits of a belief. A belief that we thought... if we disobeyed.. would shatter the balance of this realm."

"But the Presets.. they shattered no balance."

Glinda looked on to the two. "They willingly practiced magic, pursuing power beyond what they were chained into doing to uncover the truth. And they were indeed, opened to the truth: that the Wiccen... are supposed to tread deeper knowledge into the mystery of magic."

Glinda : ... so believe me if I were to say.... that the Presets were made to look like the criminals that day, when the old rule wanted them removed. And right now... the past repeats itself.