Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190504172547

"Ohh, hidden stage performers. Classic" Joseph wavers his hands around as they gather a plummage of magic condensed to a sphere. He hurls it at the pursuit group, away form the mask on his face now turned to a grin.

The sphere gleams and withers, almost struggling to stay compacted. Reaching a certain distance from the first of the figures, it explodes...to a festivity of confetti. Confetti dotting whatever they may happen to wear with the sole effect of glowing in a soft pink color.