Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171205033959

(S9/Flame/Blue group) Cirelle rolls her eyes. "Sigh...fine. It'll be like herding cats, so you may have to hold them off for a while." With an icy burst, the frost trail zips away.

Moments later she paffs into existence at the site of her previous battle. Immediately she facepalms.

Opaline---or rather, the Opaline Army---has awakened, but only partially. The half-conscious group moves about in aimless purpose. Some are still deep asleep. Some shuffle around, mumbling to themselves about inane things. A few have decided to try and eat the local foliage, and yet others are talking with each other, seemingly arguing about trivial things. More than a few are openly pleasuring themselves.

"...She's drunk. Completely drunk on Demonic Energy..."

Cirelle strides up to one, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Hey! Hey, snap out of it!  We're still in the contest, you know!  We need you right now!"

Opaline #261 looks at Cirelle. She smiles and drools, or rather, her lip drips.

"You're a shwell friend, mishush. You know that?  Shwell...-HIC-..."

"Come ON! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Cirelle slaps her face, but all that does is knock the drunk Slime's head off. It lands with a splork, and her body begins stumbling around, looking for it.

Cirelle throws her hands up in desperation. "..What the hell am I gonna do?"

Then, her face lights up with an idea.