Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170711023129

(Jesus, dude, you've died twice in this RP alone)

Thomas' trained eye searches Jeiel for signs of life, knowing that it could very well be a trick of the mind. He remains exactly where he is, defensive, the arcanum lacing through his arms, ready to spring at a moment’s notice.

"Memphis...what have you done?" He asks, his voice low and clear. "Don't lie to me. I'm in no mood for jokes..." One of hso fists closes, squeezing out a bolt of light that runs up his arm.