Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170816034530

(Yo, I'm sorry if this part seems like forcing your guy's hand. It'S just my way of officialy starting this hell ride. And, It'll be the only time I enfeeble him)

This scorn on your face...

The voice continues to speak everywhere and nowhere.

It suits not the face of the child with the golden heart.

The shackles Jeiel previously dodged retract into oblivion, continuing their rattling noises as they went.

Besides, the state she is in is no fault of mine....

A weak breeze comes from the encroaching darkness, coated in blue and black. THe rattling ceases...

'''...but I see you won't believe me to easily. So...'''

Jeiel's instincts surge in danger, detecting something. But what?

Too late...

A hand is gently placed on his shoulder. The palm is devoid of warmth. Not physical warmth, however. Jeiel could feel a head leaning behind him, slowly, next to his ear.

'''...let us find out what happened...t̩͕o͙̞̠̞̩̭g̗͖̟͇̯͔̰̗e̟̹t͉͍̙̞͉h̤͈͙̟̻ẹ̪̱͍̼̟̱ṟ̺͉̱̻͖̩. '''

The voice turns human, man. A man materializes behind Jeiel, holding him from behind like a friend. Spelling his last word in a glauque manner, he pushes Jeiel with him as they both sprint toward the encroaching darkness, the latter turned into a swirling vortex.