Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170908041752

(S9/Aegis) Tirush's face becomes a mask of stoicism. "Is this true?" She folds her arms and remains still.

"Yep. Every word." Aegis fills in her in with an accurate account of everything that happened to her. At the mention of Brad calling the groupies together, Tirush does nothing, but her pupils narrow to knife slits and her ears lay flat. Being a Succubus, the attendant feels an unmistakable curtain of energy swirl around the area, centered on the Copper Wyvern and building rapidly.

"Yes, that is fairly accurate, Mother," Aurum says, sounding more tired of the whole affair than anything.

Tirush remains silent, and pinches her lower lip for a moment. Then, "Very well. All of you go to the beach and join your Mother.  I will be there shortly," she says with finality. Turning, she heads off towards the parlor.

"We probably should...go." Aegis, looking a strange combination of giddiness and fright, obediently heads towards the beach. Shrugging at Kioshi, Aurum follows her, but not before turning to the attendant and giving a quick but proper curtsy.

"Thank you for everything today, miss. I am sorry for the trouble."

Tirush's muscles are coiled, her tail swinging with every long step. She treads heavily towards the parlor, not pausing as her clawed hands open the door.

She doesn't enter the parlor as much as emerge into it. She ducks through the doorway slightly as she enters, then unbows, unfolding her wings as she comes completely in. The doorbell tinkles briefly behind her, sounding almost frightened. She is a giant, volcanic scar against the pastel pink wall.

She slowly looks left, then right at the sea of staring, adolescent faces. Her voice is deep and even, like a slow roll of distant thunder.

"...Which of you is called...Brad?"

Her golden eyes fix on him.