Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161016080005

"Wow. Regina, this is great! How are you even brewing this?"

Wide-eyed, the Paths couldn't believe their ears. They run ahead of Ibrahim, almost tripping on their pace. They need to know. With their own sight -

.....

Past the hedges, sitting on a vacant table, sipping on a cup of tea alongside Ibrahim's wife, was Jeiel Yozama. Acting as if he had the faintest idea what happened, his clothes were what everyone remembered he'd wear. The cape. The kooky shoes. The necklace he wears similar to all his wives.

His ruffled hair blowing steadily with the wind, Jeiel turns. Spots the Paths. Stands.

To the Paths, and Ibrahim, Jeiel was indeed different.

He was glowing. Something... made him glow brighter than he was before.

Sebyl started to tear up.

To her.... what it was was his smile.

"Girls! You never told me you'd come! What gives? I was planning a nice trip to think about the honeymoons I planned and..."

="JEIEEEEL!!"=

Jeiel was immediately tackled by seven weeping females.

As the Paths cried his name, Jeiel stroked their hairs. "Doc? Any idea... what went on here? I gotta say.. I love doing this with them.. but it hurts my guts.... hehe.."

Ibrahim raises an eyebrow. The Jeiel he knew would never admit that.