Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20161006153517/@comment-26517142-20161129052701

Langwidere's interest piques all of the sudden. "Whitemarch? And you say a doctor brough about your sentience? Surely, it isn't Doctor Ibrahim you are referring to, or is it another revered inventor? Whitemarch indeed hosts a menagerie of talent.."

Jeiel: Tastes... good.(Folds arms and thinks)   Ix? Can I have a taste.

(Ix dabs her bladed tip at the cake and cuts a portion, which Jeiel then eats) Here!

In an instant, color drains out of Jeiel's face - replaced by multiple shades of what is seen to be violet, until he slowly sinks on the floor. His eyes become mere swirls.

Bellona catches his sunken body. "Jeiel-dono??"

"EH-hh--hh-... It's.... groovyyyyy..." Jeiel's speech slurred as he lost consciousness. (*TING - K'Oed)