Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161202181243

"HOLD IT!"

I step forward, my hand up. "Both of you. Jeiel, hold.  If he is who he says he is, then that means we need to figure out whose memories he came from."

I look to Septius. "And so help me, if you even think about attacking anyone, you're going to be in more trouble than you can possibly imagine."

As we speak, a Gazer clad in black leather armor and wearing a blue tabard bearing Whitemarch's crest appears from a portal. Coming behind her from the same portal are a Basilisk and a human male dressed in similar fashion. The Gazer steps up and looks at the three of us as she floats over, setting down.

"Well, well. A troublemaker, a king, and a pacifist doctor using his powers outside of the allowed scope of law.  All at once.  Today is going to be interesting."

"Aw, shit..." I mumble. "The Night Watch. Hell, Kashvi," I say.

"I'd have thought you smarter than to displace time, Doc," she says, stepping forward. "Still, you never fail to surprise me. And what of your friend?  Doesn't the king of Oz have better things to do than to get into street fights?"