Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-26517142-20170813070344

Jeril walks slow, uncertain of Vendrick's shadow-helpers. "Dude. You have a hundred percent guarantee they ain't dropping us out of random - to a plummet of certain death?'

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Ragna understands the look on John's face and speaks ahead of him. "We didn't do anything weird with your body, John. We did what we could to disarm you so that.. you won't harm us the moment you wake up."

"Which was what you were doing, even in your sleep." The sea-weed woman did. All of the sudden, she whips a part of her hair on his arm and his arms slips to a limp. It turns out.. she struck a pin on a nerve on his arm.

"Cooperate with us. And I'll see to it you get better."