Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190520001314

Sitting? Perhaps. Yet, the two halves of Joseph's whole were ever divided. Manifested to two chairs. Two rays. Two voices speaking for one.

The ray on the left, a radiant and gentle one, reminescent of a sun's ray.

The ray on the right, a dark and rough beam reaching for what would pass for a ceiling in this place, heated with a light of purple that selfishly clings to its illumination. It was the first to speak "Ohh, oh oh...NOW it wants to speaks! That's a real good joke there, pal. Wanting to speak after basically throwing us in this place..."

"I must admit, this sudden throwback to another dimension isn't the best of ways to get your set pieces to act on your behalf. Even less so the choices about the actors in this theater of yours--

"Yea! You wanna tell us what the hell is up about throwing a clown of all things in this ludicrous troll prophecy of yours?! What kind of cro-magnon decides that amidst kings and gods, that a clown...let me repeat that...A CLOWN, would fit one of the central pieces?! Why are we even talking anyway?! He's probably just going to throw us his vague statement again and waste everyone's time anew!"