Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20160826181812/@comment-26517142-20160827154117

"Guys, you don't see the point. There are Mamono here. Wait. That's not the correct term to say. They don't have a shred of DE in them. Which means they aren't Mamono at all. "

As the three span their vision, they see it. Out of the humans who went on in their business to and fro, there was the few instance of beings that are definitely non-human. A Lamia slunk in through the crowd. A Werecat-like person wading through, calling on a phone. A Centaur, patrolling the sidestreets.

Monsters. Living alongside people.

Like a dream Lescatie had achieved (finally).

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I rub my eyes. "Either I'm getting a crazy virus or this is Japan and MR mashed in one."