Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190504163557

Joseph's disposition was somewhat annoyed by the headache spewing his way. Regardless, he turns to the designated Ophelia, making a military salute as he goes for her "Roger, roger".

His illusionary butterfly swarms to her, rendering the concept of gravity inexistant as she now hovers, however limply in the air. A wall of glass in perpetual motion manifests on the door, forcing a rift to the other side. The swarm of butetrflies rush to it, with Ophelia in their midst. Joseph follows close behind, against illuminated with glimmer of particles on fixated spots.