Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190119004631/@comment-37843592-20190131040210

“Waitwaitwaitwait! It’s not what it looks like!” He shouted and waved his hands around. “Okay, actually, it is what it looks like. But I am trying to save his life, okay!? He’s still suffering from the purification ritual! I have to wake him up now!”

Karl was tempted to slap him out of his stupor, but opted against that as it might bring about too many assumptions and all the faults pointed to him. His usual methods of waking people up with smelling salt might be overkill, if he had any in the first place.

But then, an idea popped in his head as he slowly rubbed his hands together in contemplation.

“Oh no. It’s the Order.” Karl leaned forward next to one of the man’s ears. “And they’re doing very... umm... bad things to your lover. Oh sweet Ryu, is that a wooden horse?? Look at all the torture devices and... uhh, sharp pointy objects?”

“That is by far,” Faye kept a straight face, “the worst nightmare monologue I have ever been graced upon by you.”

Karl shot her the bird, much to her chagrin, and continued his corny insinuation while he snorted back a laugh, “Sweet merciful goddess, now they are bringing out the paddles! Is there no end to this horrific moment!?”