Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20160621042253/@comment-26517142-20160625234314

Lin steps forward. She angles her eyeglasses in a better manner since it went lopsided - and gasped.

Chopper wasn't Chopper anymore. Standing on top of the fallen Nomes was a slender, non-muscular Mamono with lesser traces of sewn body parts. A pair of wings, fabricated from almost non-existent DE, hovered behind her.

The words she spoke next weren't her.

"Hello world. (eyes the group) Hello, Tack, Lin. I still remember you. Ozma sent you here?"