Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190728031054

The Scarecrows look at each other, unsure of what to say. Carousa, being the one with the most lauded name, speaks her mind. "I.... do not know how the originl Preset truly thinks ... but I have heard that she employs cruel tactics to spread fear into the hearts of men and Mamono alike. This would not be mockery... but it migh as well be a warning of what she is capable of."

One of the Scarecrows walks closer to  Albi. "You ...used to be human? You look so.. fitting in Holstaur skin."

On the other hand, Elphabi seems to clasp her hands together as she thought aloud, "Liandrie is stirring trouble with the locality... and then she sends clay-forms to find me. As if she wants my head. What is her motive? Why these attacks?"

Glinda looks to the ghostly hand on Morgan's arm. "Morgan. Is that normal? That.. hand. It seems to be attached to an ectoplasmic entity within your bag." Elphabi turns, intrigued as well.

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Stabbing above Repter's shoulder, what Nardu feels is a patch of fluff that her red-crystal dagger bounces off of- and a shrill 'EEP!!' from the hidden person. Dolche suddenly looks at the two individuals before her seemingly spooked.

"M-M-Miss?? WHat are you doing with S-Sir Repter?? What is that dagger for??" she asks in a panic.