Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190606180402

Ophelia looks up at Jeiel, her eyes devoid of hope for changing the future despite his confidence. "You're a fool..." She says getting up. "You're a fool, and you'll die...and nothing will have changed..." She mutters walking out. I watch her leave uncertain. "I don't know Jeiel, what she's right? What if this happens to be the one time that fate comes to collect? Even if that doesn't happen, my fears don't lie with the possibility of you two not making it, it's how the future has changed because of all this." I explain to him.

"You're injured and yet you push yourself. Yes, we have been in situations much like this before haven't we? I would ask you fall back however, this fight is mine, stop them from repairing the control console. Surely only a handful of them will be enough for you?" She asks without waiting for an answer. Pir'e walks forward at Atrea, unhindered by the darkness as her blazing ruby eyes pierce it. "You've made a grave mistake today. Normally, in any other circumstance I'd care little for this place, however I've recently begun to change my mind. But stop you? I don't plan on stopping you. I plan on ending you." She states in a calm manner. "It won't matter how many underlings you summon, it won't matter where you hide, sooner or later...I'll get to you, and it won't be good for you." She adds still walking to Atrea.