Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190329121908/@comment-26517142-20190331222557

The entire time Jeiel was watching. Listening to Isaac's elaboration of a threat that sounds eerily similar to his : another Isaac. A parallel-world Isaac. One who may have the bend the rules of reality to her whim..

And hearing Isaac worry about her made Jeiel wave his hand. Oblations pour to the presence of the group refilling the drinking glasses of everyone present. Jeiel drinks his fill of Oshian glow and sets his glass down once he had emptied it.

"Isaac.... you have right to worry. But at the same time... you can be assured that when that time comes- when your greatest enemy begins to raise her stakes against you -- we from the Circle are going to band as a group to help. Heck.. (pushes his hand to his chest) If anything happens.. YOU CALL ME. I'M HERE."

Isaac suddenly feels a warm hand on his shoulder. An older-sisterly vibe that'd smell and seem familiar. Looking up... it was the flax-haired, green-eyed Ozma Magdalene, whose fairy wings were resting easy behind her and her intricate fae dress glinted upon movement. "We'll be here. Jeiel and us... we've seen how doppelgangers work. Helping you fight against yours will be our pleasure."

Jeiel smiles as Ozma lands a helpful gaze at him and she takes a seat close to him. Sebyl moves behind Jeiel resting her arms on his shoulders.

"I want to know... if you all are still with me. If you are all still willing to accept me in your lives... as I may assume that things are just about to become more hellish from here."

Jeiel clasps his hands together. "Do you all still believe in the Dance of Dynasties?"