Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26517142-20170714035815

"Ah. No wonder she adapts pretty soundly here... considering that everything else has no color to speak of..:" Jeiel declared. Nyarcca looks on, impressed.

"Mantis shrimp? Those things still are tasty, I'll say." Rhombi just stares at her, somewhat peeved. "The way you refer to her genealogy.. it's as if she is food, Fallen God Nyarccathotep."

"Oh? Why not? She must be quite delectable.."

"Can you pipe it down, damn it!" Jeiel yelps. "But now that you say it K'eth.... I don't see any fog. Is she lacking one? Or she can't produce a fog of her own?"