Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190512025904

Joseph looks back at her...sobbing. Whimpering. He quiets down, no longer willing to hold any jokester standing. Looked like the precipice he once fell to, adorned with his cursed power. His mask shape-shifts, looking to divide his voice to the two that came to be born from his curse of indifference.

A light-pitched tone breezes from half of his mask, the man now in a more somber pose "You know what it's like to feel it then. So powerful...yet so weak. You fell to the same abyss brought about by the indifference, shrouded in a different shade..."

'''"Yep! Welcome to hell, kid! It's as bad as it gets! Gets old real fast! Moping won't make itgo away! Whining won't make it go away neither!!" The dark pitch slitters, splashing her with the same brand of reality faced by the two dualities of Joseph "Maybe picking yourself up will do! I mean, hey, we were some of the worst guy to be around, friendly and enemy. No so anymore!.'''