Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161011162108

Jeiel glances up. Seeing the horrific visage of the Herald bewildered him. "Everyone, knock it off. This place ain't no laughing matter." He trods ahead, the Paths clambering beside him.

Ansherine looks back to a mortified Cybele. "Are you alright, Cybele-ne?"

"No." She admits. The gloomy air billows at her face. "The stench of sorrow lingers here...."

"Minna.. keep your paws on our glorified structure." Nunnaly sniggers, gazing at Jeiel. "Our only structure."

"NUNNA - YOUR PAWS!"

"Gomen, gomen.... Can't take a woman holding your thing?"

"Not now please."