Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-26517142-20191114065713

"Aro's right." Jeiel commented as he took into his hands a cold glass of beer and drank it straight up before placing it on the table with a slightly hard tap. He folds his arms and rests his rear on a counter. "There's nothing wrong with acting like a superhero at times, Lance. I mean, if you feel like you can do it, do it. But act brash and you'll incite a bigger problem. One that might just replace the current situation in a whole line of fuck-ups."

Jeiel groans a bit. "Better to keep your eyes peeled and assess whether you can definitely do something. Trust me. I learned that the hard way." He lifts his hands up.. and removes the glamour.

And everyone sees his synthetic left arm. Made of Auzium and magic crystal. Whether or not the people of the party would react, he didn't mind. He wasn't keen on explaining what was the root of his new arm.

"Jeiel."

Lleh totters in front of Jeiel. "Are you alright?" Jeiel smiles faintly and nods. His voice sort of lowers, to which Jorge can hear. "Yeah. Just ... thinking how some of our happy days will end soon... including mine." He looks on to Ansherine still frolicking with other guests.. and he bites his lower lip. Tension was written all over his face.