Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190427154641

It turns out.. Jeiel had merely plopped outside the room. He had slumped his back against the wall...and opening a small dimensional tear he pulls open a can of beer and sips at it.

"What are we doing, Circe? Dragging these people into a new mess." Jeiel said to Circe, who had materialized beside him with legs and feet..hugging her knees.

"It's hard.. but I know it is inevitable. We never saw this coming. It..must be what is meant to happen. " said Circe. Jeiel sips his beer and crushes his can.

"It's still wrong. I just....came back. And now ..here we are. Here I am...pulling people into this mess. This....whole thing. One way or another... (Jeiel stares at the crushed can) .. sacrifices will be made.. and lives will be lost."