Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190618154203/@comment-26517142-20190624020317

Jeiel's eyes widen at Aegis' elaboration of what everyone in the ranch was up to, concluding with a  "Oof. Those guys are busy indeed... I do hope they don't wear themselves out in the process," and then he hears Aegis ask about a certain memory.. popping up on her head, prior to being born.

"I'd like to think that before you came into existence... you had a life. You were a soul that lived a lifetime ago, and when you were reborn later on you.. inhabited the body of this Automaton and became her - the one named Aegis. It's... a part of  the planar reincarnation I've always advocated about." Jeiel shrugs. "I can be wrong. But the reason why you are feeling sad is maybe because you're reminiscing, even though you yourself right now, don't really reciprocate. I think you should hold on to that... (pats her head) ...because it may bring a close to something that your previous self had not mended in life.."

Hearing the assurance in Blanc, he smiles. "That's good enough for me. I want to make sure they're not worrying about you in general... and what you are about to go through." Towards Blanc's comment, Jeiel laughs. "If you lived out normal, I'm sure you'll be having a blast... being the writer you always wanted to be."

"Ah. So it is." Circe says as she weightlessly walks on Jeiel's shoulders. "You might find this trip a breather for you three, as I have already seen through the routes that you will take. I advise you lot to take a break at Gossamer. It is a world that... knows no actual violence, after all."

"Circe, you spoil them. We're still going there." Jeiel says as he stops. He and the group are in front of a swampy area of the  forest. "We're here." He pulls out his hand... and pushes it against a trunk. He closes his eyes and utters..

We open the gate to the front of the unknown.

There is a brief rumble... and then the emergence of something from the murk. First.. was a man with a formal attire of a business suit, his hair clean and his arms folded. The idea of him standing from that murk made everyone wonder if he actually breathed in there.

Then a sign that glows in neon lights, bearing the name in its front. A singular door was popped open below it, as if inviting people in. .

"That's the actual meeting place, peeps. No joke." Jeiel told the group.