Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190420042805

@Joseph

Jeiel folds his arms. "Not really. As you say... the whole thing is just... confusing. Even for you - as a clown who is being drawn into a prophesy that makes no sense. Oh yeah.... remember the poetic lines from Jalken? I've been... trying to dig around what it means."

''It is a line once stated by a loon who fell into the Naether and  wandered here, alone for several days. It was lost in history, that line. But it seems Jalken memorized it by heart.''

Circe appears from Jeiel's ear, forming out of a wisp of smoke into her purple-skinned, white-clothed Demoness with two pairs of horns, wings and a pronged tail - sitting on the empty air.