Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160910210542/@comment-28358106-20160919205901

"Quite the contrary, darling!" Adelaide says cheerfulky. She snaps her fingers, causing a sheet of elaborate parchment to appear out of thin air slowly, appearing to burn in reverse. She plucks it out of the air, picks up her quill, and begins writing. "This pass will allow you to use the approved teleportation areas within the capital, of which there are only three: on the roof of the castle, on the roof of Thomas' clinic, and within the courtyard."

"But, mistress!" Asja suddenly blurts out. "The teleportation laws are restricted to only - "

"To whomever I deem can use them, dear. I did write the laws, after all, long before you graced us with your beautiful presence.  And thus, I may amend them as I see fit." She lays the parchment on the table, picks up a dagger, and cuts the palm of her hand. She begins rubbing the palms of her hands together, smearing it around, almost as if she were using lotion. She looks to Los.

"So tell me something, darling. What end do you envision for our dear little Asja?  One does not lightly go about breaking the laws of Whitemarch for the sake of mere love...or do they?  To what depths would you go for her?" She raises a brow.

Asja turns red. "Mistress, I protest this line of questioning..."