Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160620143740

If there's one thing I have known after kneeling under Circe for far too long, it's that she has a weakness for vanity. Here's our plan then......

- Meanwhile..

Circe stands on the balcony of her emerald palace in Emerald City. Below her were armies of Hanumans. Oblations. Dragonettes. Wheelers. Many other Ozian Mamonos. They were screeching in joy at the appearance of their ruler. She smiles wickedly.

"OZIANS!! The time HAS COME!!!! OUR INVASION WILL EXTEND THE REACHES OF OZ TO THE OUTER REALM!!!"

Circe's ears zone in on a sound. She fires her bident. A hole is formed, narrowly missing Jeiel's head.

"So. My little witches are useless too."

" You'RE an ugly little B*TCH! "

Circe, in rage, blasted another hole and screamed. " Say that AGAIN, YOZAMA!!!!!"