Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161027174550/@comment-26517142-20170304200817

Sias just sits there, unable to make a comeback. "I....... didn't.."

Jeiel sighs. "Technically, she was never an ex nor a fling.. but every Mamono I've met in MR has made themselves known to me, and for that, they are precious individuals. So.. no way am I turning my back on anyone."

"Anyway... I agree with Eziko, nonetheless." Jeiel points a sandy finger at Abiathar. "I'd say everything's but the ideals stuck on your head that nobody would care in this natural age, Venator. You're the fairy tale that even the Order never wanted to face in combat. The Deathsinger... The White Shade J'eh!"

'Ahhhhh....... been looong since anyone called me by that title." Abiathar, in turn, raises a bloody katana. 'And what of it, Jeiel-kun? Do you think anything changes with a mere utterance? My ideals are achievable, but only if I manage to shape this reality. It's what you hold, Ozian king. Hyperion's Sol."

"Wh-what in the Maou are you.. talking about??"

Ojo hears the mention of Jeiel, and at once her hold on Blances drops. Sensing the loss of pressure, the Lizardman bursts out of her captors and grabs for Flamer, carrying him as they ascend to the roof.

"J-J---JEIEL!!!"

"Blances-SAAAAN!!" Ojo cries as she pursues them. (Thanks! )