Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627072353/@comment-26517142-20190714114541

The moment the man disappeared in the flash,  Rascarra roared, the mouths of the controlled Ill Carriers moving in a chorus. "''WHERE ARE YOU?! TRICKSTER! You cannot hide your PRESENCE FROM ME!!" ''She waves her hands - and more Naetherkin of all shapes and sizes - all thralls to the Zalgone - begin to swarm the landscape..

As Carlatine and Taihin found themselves back against the other, facing a horde of Ill Carrier, the Slender remarkd snidely, "I can't believe I am fighting with you against that Zalgone once again."

"Face it Taihin. That Zaglone is a Naether disease. Better we cull it together than in isolation, mm?" Carlatine stated - as her arm transformed into gigantic black blade of pulsating mass and she swings it against the agressive Naetherkin..

Kuroma and Serathes look at the chaotic atmosphere, Serathes growing concerned. "Where is HE?!!"

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"How unique you look. A man with a fishbowl for a head." Magenta smiled naturally, a dark aura seemingly emanating from her. "Both you and Endier here are such queer individuals. Are you wishing the same as him, too? That I may leave my cell, and that you help me?"

From the look of Raccoura and Komori, the Plague Priests themselves seemed... concerned.