Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-30014014-20180617202741

Alex's attention disperses from the iteration of chaos to the individual named Mars, especially at her declaration. Or should she say, accusation. Alex takes no insult from it, considering part of it was true. Though she does question it "You. Green-clad one named Mars. Your accusation, does it steps from the glamour I presented to you?"

A flutter of ethereal butterflies scatter from Alex's, manifestation of her after-image, the real one now standing but a few steps from the one called Mars "If you would strip me of my right to call ymself human because of what I can manifest, then I can jest the same the same back to you". She speak, her hands opening up to the individual "Humans don't manifest a separate set of attire from nothingness. Nor do they acquire the title of astral bodies. Yet you speak of my ability as inhumane. Does that not put you at a same footing as I?"