Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170727015058

Memphis was still absorbed in her feat - when Doc suddenly raises his hand and everything swirls into a fadeaway. Jeiel, having sensed that the hold that put him into the air had disappeared, falls on the floor with widened eyes.

"Doc.....what are.....you trying.....to do???"

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Doc lands in a wavering place, alright. But what he finds is that this wavering place was swirling in different colors. Gray. Red. Mauve. Depressing, sad colors one after the other, filling the void. And as he looks forward......

.....what was across were thousands of swords stuck on the ground. It was a sword graveyard. And past these....were bodies that bore a red, incandescent mark of a hollow, bleeding eye.

Sitting in the midst of this field...was Memphis, knees folded and hugged on her chest. "You. What...are you doing here??"