Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-25808351-20170303131444

"Well now, there's that little snow globe." He mutters quietly. Marcus is stoic as the clouds creep in the sky, blotting out the sun. The howling winds send leaves rustling through the church until they hit the murky water. He smirks at the Wisp display, happy to see that she has not lost her taste for theatrics.