Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161224030709

Kashvi’s move was clearly, unexpected.

Jeiel was just about to disengage Praetor from his violent action when he finds himself in that prison room, rooted on the spot. His limbs are immovable. Feeling the tinge of wet air from out of nowhere, he immediately notices the lack of other clothes except underwear.



“HOLY SCHMEEL - !” Jeiel’s hands forcibly break past the movement-lock and cover his nether regions. “R-REALLY?! IS THIS EVEN NECESSARY?!!”



''Huh?? DID I just break past Kashvi’s psylock? Without magic? WHAT in – ''

 

Jeiel’s thoughts are interrupted by Rauri the Basilisk, right behind him. “WH-what? H-Haven’t seen me in u-underwear before??”



Septius spits on his right as Kashvi approaches him with seething hatred.

“Ah’m sorry, miss Gazer. But I’m just as pissed as yew’ar. Mah job was nev’r to harm men like ‘em whom I nev’r have met in the first place, but here I am, doin’ this foh the sake of mah wife. And our future. “His fists start to shake.

“If yo’ pissed ya can’ fulfill ya promise to ya lil’ kid, then I envy yew. Coz that.. is the one thing in this consarned world AH know AH CAN’T HAVE.”