Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161024051743/@comment-26517142-20161112015131



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As Rustarch and Ersha are covered in an explosion of whipped cream, the Grizzly licks the substance on her face and sniggers. Nunnaly drops in and licks more of it stuck on her cheek. "Oh, how I'd love for Jeiel to be here right now." Ersha muses. Her Cheshire pal merely smiles and turns to Uria. "Do you have more of these?"

In a quick swipe, she snatches the book and flips the pages. She finds a picture of Blances, wet in cake and atop a dazed Jeiel. Her front was visibly wet enough to reveal her bosom. "OH, so that's what you didn't want to show." (Blances hastily retreats, flustered)

"Nunna-san!" Haia barks at Nunnaly, telling her to back off. She returns to Flamer. "Left her?"

Lin Ai the Oblation swoops in past the smoke and dive bombs at Tack, dropping an array of greenades. The surrounding earth splits in a line as each bombs implode. Lin rests on the surface of a window, and launching herself again, shattering the glass clean. "ROUND THREE!"

(Ah... their last bonding time... I'mn crying again...)

Beyond the phone, Cire hears Jeiel's teeth click. "I'm coming. " After that, there was buzzing silence and nothing else. Aybee swallows hard. "He's coming, isn't he?"

Ix: He's not gonna be happy though...

Bellona: Thou art rude! (Grunts as she sheathes her weapons aside) I too have cavorted with my lord and master, and he willingly does so. Although I do not beg for it more than one gets it.. (steam erupts from her ears) Why am I reduced to saying this...

(Oop. Sorry)

Ozma: That Hakaishin.. he's resolved to show the tiniest amount of mercy in this matter... and now that it's come to this.. I fear he might just rip Oz from its foundations..

Langwidere tenses. "As expected of my future husband..."

Cybele: Oh? You don't know? She's a Lioness who's been close to Jeiel the time he arrived in Oz. She lost her husband several months ago, and now she's carrying a child.. (to Repter's question) I think I can close that. (Closes her hands and stretches them as they glow green. Trees close onto the entrance of the abandoned tower)

Ani: Umm.... I think we should indeed head back. Something tells me there'll be heck about to happen.. especially with that ungodly man around..

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">"No. This is fine for me already, pretty boy."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">The Whiz slowly lifts herself into the air. Malevolent energy builds up from the tips of her fingers, coalescing in the tinge of violet to pale green, shifting her immediate image to that of a shadowy beast. Her lips curl as she stares at the Destroyer, undaunted by his feat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">"Even as you stand as the Destroyer of Realms, the Paragon of Universes bowing at your majesty, I will laugh at the unknown and fret at nothing. As the memories of the ancestors of Zion remain, I remain. I am Whizteria Ziz Malleficarium, the Whiz, the identity that shapes Oz itself, and I am indomitable by no man nor beast.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">Unless... you are a God."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">The Whiz lifts a hand. Instantly, dark matter solidifies in her arm, creating a gilded illusion of plated armor on both her arms. Dark matter pools under her feet, creating a hallowed image of a draconic entity spreading its titanic wings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">And as her power grew, hundreds.. no... thousands of spell circles burned into the air. Big. Small. Their sized didn't matter - all were angled to Aro. The largest, a colossal ball of infinite black the size of a supernova, was above his head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">And as she commanded, compressed darkest matter fired in all directions.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">Sebyl: DUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!