Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-29038468-20200524182041

Her face turns puzzled. "Shadows? I have no id-" She stops as her body convulses violently. For a moment she does this before her head lurches forward and there's a slight gurgle before she shoots up again. This time, she wears a confidant smile and her eyes glisten a deep purple. "*Ahem* Excuse me." She says. Her voice has changed as well, it was light before, that of a young woman's filled with hope and excitement at all that she saw. Now, it is of an older woman, intelligent and experienced. She sticks the sword into the ground and pulls out a pair of glasses, round wooden frames with the initials 'G.C' on the side.

"Dreadfully sorry about all that. The girl is...well, to put it simply, she's fading. But, that's an explanation for later, now I believe you gentlemen had some questions yes? Where to begin...Ok, to answer the terrified one's question, those 'shadows' you saw were the other selves Ophelia is...for lack of a better explanation here, incubating, myself included in that list. You are in technically no danger from us, one might be rough around the edges, but until the incubation period is over, she's practically harmless. Now, as to why we're here. If I told you, you might not believe me and this bleeds into what we want. It's very complicated I assure you but rest assured that we're not here to cause harm. Promise." The other self explains.