Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160823040426

Alcamarie smiles and swivels her hips to Armata's offer, the back of her hand over her mouth. "Well, my goodness...how could I turn away the affections of such a dashing, cultured man?  Oh, the things we could do!  Alas, I am trapped, here in the Crucible, with none to rescue me...but, perhaps, you would like to know how I am able to use magic, while you cannot?"

"No, Alcamarie.  This was not part of our deal," Ibrahim says.

"Alas, Doctor, our deal was done when your corrupted creation was brought into being.  And by your own hand, no less." She turns to Armata. "But I digress!  Would you like to know, my darkest one, how your powers may return...?" She nibbles the end of her finger.