Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190119235326/@comment-28718853-20190123144439

(Mek)

At first, nothing happens, then Lynn whispers, "Look!"

She points to the river as a stream of water hops out, creating an aquatic mold matching that of the missing man. The couple watch as the being jogs down the dirt trail away from the bridge and comes to a stop. It glances up toward a tree and water spouts from the figure to a branch of the tree. This smaller string of water morphs into a Beelzebub who is seated on top of the branch.

"That fly mamono may have chased him deeper into the forest," Lynn surmises.

A small chunk of water splashes off of the Beelzebub and it tumbles off of the branch toward the ground. Upon impact it splashes across the trail, and the figure of Majd runs deeper into the forest until it too is reduced into a puddle.

"So it wasn't her," Kirk assumes.

"Bandits maybe?" Lynn asks as she turns to Joro, "What do you think?"