Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190329121908/@comment-26517142-20190329184832

"LOL, all the more for Lustia to be pleased." Jeiel shrugs. Upon the mentioning of  the nefarious 'Whiz' Jeiel shivers, a deft chill running down his spine. "Well..... she hasn't aged a day. She hasn't changed a day. AND she's still wondering about how you are after she... went in self-imposed exile."

Jeiel suddenly raised his head. "Uh... shoot. I wasn't supposed to expose that just yet but.... never mind, I'm explaining later on. Don't worry.. (beckons to Issac) Not your fault. It's hers."

Then, Jeiel realizes the approach of four identities, the man among the trio of furry ladies calling out his name. Jeiel quckly slams a clasp of a hand hug on the guy. "Forjod. Flamer Gahillo. Do you still run by that name, bub? Dang, you look real swell. Along with... your furry wives. (waves at them)

Sebyl suddenly bobs to the group and waves. "OOH ! Flamer !! LONG time no see !! You too RIX!!"