Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190519211806

“Of course, again brushing off the incredible convenience of the situation!”

“My half, I think it reasonable to at least hear what she’s to say” the bright mote had come out of his silence, willing to at the very least, hear her.

'''“Seriously?! We’re really going to give an ear to one of those that went reaper on us!? Tsk...fine!!!”''' The darkness rift last words resonated in a volatile tempest in the miniature world ornate make belief. Several jagged points of spears made out of ether glass rose from the null, all pointed at Furai.

However, these we’re to be but the least of her problem as the dark rift now strewn ruptured shackles out of itself, their tips, laced with many sources of the jester’s strength, waiting on his whim. His voice now spoke but a singular word, grave in his pitch “SPEAK.”