Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170227234630

Practically nobody notices Marcus' entrance. The revelers, both undead Mamono and phantom humans, are focused on one thing.

Cyndwella stands atop the huge pendulum as it swings across the span of the tower, its weight so large, it takes almost twenty seconds to go from one side to the other. A spotlight is focused on her tiny form as she waves to the crowd---they line the innumerable walkways, platforms, and girders like patrons at a concert. Between the song of the bells and the noise of the revelers, the noise is near deafening.

"It's almost time, everyone, and you know what that means!"

Cyndwella's voice rings out as if she's over a loudspeaker. She pirouettes and waves as the crowd cheers.

"I'm sure you're dying to know who my successor is going to be! Trust me, you all know her, and love her, almost as much as I do!"

The crowd roars.