Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190618151135

No audible answer from the darker aspect. Instead, a clone of itself, standing in a still motion, bound by the instability of its ephemeral existence. The true clown sprints. Sprints to the mentioned window with a trail of violet particles following behind. He climbs to the broken remain of glass and rubble.

Just in time for the shaded clone to melt and slag on the floor among Jeiel and Jalken. His remains gestate to a swirling pool. A portal from two spot. Should they take to jump within, they will immediately be displaced to the top of the window, awaiting to see what lies beyond.