Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170721055759/@comment-26517142-20170909001725

"Fascinating, isn't it?" Levenstein tells Cire with delight. He was staring at Jeiel the whole time, the man making small moans on his compromising position. " He's such a passive idiot when he's not declaring morals and any other depraved piece of shite. Look at him - ripe for the taking. "

Parsades sees the cracked globe spill its content....

...and to Cire's horror... it was an underdeveloped Basilisk that bore sew marks and patchwork of body parts.... almost similar to someone of familiarity.

"Pity. She is incomplete."

All of the sudden, Levenstein cracks a button. Something whirls to life and Jeiel is coerced to wake up, sputtering small pin pricks of blood. "What.. whu....... (realizes Cire was standing before him) C-Cire?? What are you.... Get out of here, NOW."

Shut up," said Levenstein as he turned up a knob. And then.... a volt of electricity coursed on Jeiel's being, shocking him. He screams...

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

"Now.... did you know that Tack possesses  the energy that comes from you, Cire? For the past months, we've been trying to replicate that.. all so we can unlock the Beast."

Racer turns to the man, her demeanor in anger.

"And those blue lines? We've been channeling it... just to pump up this man's core functions for what is to happen for him." Levenstein bends to him. "Wanna see it?"