Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-30014014-20190407231537

"OK, ok" Joseph's hands accumulate a rather hefty amount of illusionary particles in between. He sets the now condensed ball ablaze, sending forth a flight of confetti and northern lights in the shape of tiny glass gently gleamming across the room. A typical attempt at de-escalating the amount of murderous glares seeping about.

"Obviously, having everyone talking with word shivs isn't going anywhere. How about a dilution of tones and voices? No reasonable outcome can come from this pretty 'tense' atmosphere".