Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-26517142-20160927184611

Cybele, Ansherine and Chyren continue to chat animatedly as Ersha hands Nunnaly the gun. "I'm gonna say that gun'll be my new preparatory weapon. For.. well.... husbandry purposes....

Nunnaly: (Pouts lips) Darn. I saw this first, Ershy. I get dibs on using it! (waves hands at her) THAT's it! I'm getting some weapons on McDuggan's somethingy-something too!

Haia: You know, Tack-san... I could say you're multipurpose. Is that the correct manner of saying it? (Unleashes a spasm of deadly, red aura) And to let you know.... that's not my EVERYTHING!

The Holstaur clefts her axe and swings. From it generates wind blades that hum distinctively as they hit the air, cutting through debris. Three of them aim for Tack's direction.

Sebyl gnashes at her nails. The Whiz watches them fight with glee.

Aybee: WHOALLY. Tack's in a pinch.

Langwidere looks on fondly at the enjoying Hakaishin and cracks her knuckles. "Hmm... best I get ready for my event. Haia-san looks like she'll be topping this over soon."

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At the turn of events, the small Whiz merely grins and sniggers. "You sure are a sneak and goofball, Onii-chan. Anyway, I know she does this to make contact with someone. Problem is, who? OOOOOOooooh.."

Nykos: Darn it, Mr. Isaac. You're gonna get us in a WHOLE lot of trouble, making us eavesdrop!

Up above, Ani and Repter are hiding behind the pillar, surveying Ozma's movements warily. "Wherever those guys may have ended up, I'm sure they're not too far away."

Ozma bows respectfully at the pedestal, scatters a handful of powder at it, and produces a fan. She performs an intricate dance. At her last step, she turns and waves once, sending a powerful blast of energy. The energy converges. It begins to take form...

An image of an wizened old man.

"Good day, King Harmon. My liege. My father."

"Good day, Ozma."