Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170309004152

Memphis wags a finger at Doctor Ibrahim. "You're slipping, Doc. Mamono. Not a person. There's a difference. And besides.... all of it went exactly according to plan."

She wears on her face a menacing smile. "Imagine, say, a Mamono in the Naether realm had been spotted with an unusually high emotional bearing. I never expected that it bore longing from the first time it casted itself upon you. So... I took it upon myself to give her to you. I allowed her to pop in to your world. However..... (sees her on the bed)... looks like she's been in a rough shape. Won't that be a problem if she dies under your care, Doctor?"