Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161027174550/@comment-26517142-20170205133214

Abiathar merely shrugs. “Well, isn’t that scary? Mamonos and their love for their husbands… really…. It’s ….. disgusting.” He tips the glaive down. “ Fojord-kun…. How’s your mother? Myrthia.. isn’t it? I remember her as right as rain.. she was a fine woman. It’s sad how the Maou’s grasp had poisoned her into a Manticore..”



“Hey. Dirtbag.”



Abiathar didn’t expect a gigantic fist made of lava slam into him, sending a phasmic shockwave around them and pinning him to the ground.



“You’re looking for me, RIGHT?” Jeiel’s eyes were burning in anger. “HERE I AM.”

The stranger named Abiathar shoves the arm away. The burns he sustained  from the direct attack are healed, quick as a wink. He isn’t normal. “Fast reflexes, King of Oz.”



The door suddenly creaks open and Sias steps in. “Jeiel – I - ?!”



The tickling stops, and a face appears into the light – shocking the Monette. “B-BLANCES? What in the world happened to – “

“ Shut it, monocled eye. Your breath’s polluting me. Why don’t you stop breathing for once?”

“B-B-BLANCES!”

“Stop calling me by name. It’s degrading. Demeaning. You’re sullying my name, one-eyed wonder. Wear something black on your eye and you’ll look like bearing a censure bar.”

Ojo: B-Blances… that’s mean, you know… (starts to cry)