Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170716053652

(Interject if you want, Doc. :D This makes it all the more interesting. )

Memphis' eyes glisten cruelly.

"It's pretty simple, Ibrahim of Whitemarch...."

She floats over to the man, her face mere inches from his. She eyes her quietly  - and he can see that behind her expression is a thirst for some sort of madness. "Make a deal with me, Ibrahim. Any deal..... a deal that you can ask a wish for, and by all means, I will grant it. Anything... and by the end of the 13th year from which the deal was sealed.....your life is mine."

"Now... isn't that a simple wish? That I grant you a desire previously believed to be attainable? It's a wish - that in your heart, you want it to be made true in front of you. That is all that I ask."

Jeiel was cringing in his injury.

"Don't.... li......sen..........oc..."

She throws Jeiel several feet to a wall - and the knives embed, blood glistening and pooling in his feet. "Hold your tongue! Was I asking your OPINION, BOY KING?!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHH!!!"