Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26545936-20170205170535

"Great, we're starting the party with such niceites 'Leans in nexto Jeiel.' is this how she treats everyone?"

K'eth stands back up without waiting for a answer

{Chair.}

A chair forms into existence...made...of...ummm. "Oh fuck, I didn't describe it...shit, give me a second."

{Remove the chair that I just imagined...Ummm, fuck, THE QUEEN OF HEART'S CHAIR, yeah that one. Put it at the end of the table.}

A exact replica of Lustia's throne forms into existence like the...ummm...chair, oh it's gone by the way. Like it went 'poof' and everything. K'eth looks at the throne, sees it doesn't fit his height and lets out a strangled groan.

"''Motherfucker." ''He whispers this of course.

{Extend this throne to fit me.}

And the throne stretchens and widens to fit the 17 foot demonic humanoid. He flops into it of course and snuggles to turn back at Lustia.

"I apologize profusely, usually getting situated doesn't take this long. You caught me off guard with your messenger...So ummm, wonderful day we're having...?"