Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161015221335

'"The beast shall not be free here unless I will it." '

Victivius extends his arm to the side, and the black blade grows from it until its massive hilt in his in his hand. He lowers it to the ground, point first, and waits.

"This...this isn't..."

I pause, and take a deep breath. "Everything will be fine, Jeiel.  They'll be fine.  You don't have to worry about anything." My bedside manner is at its best, but my voice is uncertain. "You'll be back soon.  Don't worry." My doctor's stoicism is tested as I am about to witness the end of my friend...