Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190506022155

"Stand back? Here's another idea..." Joseph's hands surge with the radiance that once swell over him. They seemingy shape away and back to their genesis, constantly moving as pieces of glasses.

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He slams his hands together, causing the shards that constitued his fingers and palm to spread outward, floating around what should be stubs.

In this instance, a sizable dome of splintered glass dressed in pink and power is risen around those present, fully wrought to life by the flash of the clown's eyes. Their shine reflect whatever is posed in front of them.

"A fun little dome that should throw back anything thrown at its movinve pieces".