Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190510171354/@comment-26517142-20190526174421

(Ooh. I need my black cat)

Jeiel laughs. "Well, as usual, you're prepared to bitchslap immortals for that. Thanks. " Jeiel walks in to the Sanctum's gateway...and ends up on the other side. "God...somehow my knuckles are itching to do some punches on more nutcases. As if the fight I had earlier wasn't enough."

Jeiel closes his eyes. He sees the image of a golden eye, faint as it will ever be...and when he opens his eyes it is not there. He was beginning to imagine it often..and he could tell that same eye was the source of the distorted voices.

"...who the hell are you?" he asks in a faint voice..asking himself, yet knowing that he will be responded by no one.

(Can I control the imprisoned Gremory pieces, then?)