Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29564364-20170803044206

Alpha-3956: "I don't know what you're talking about. I have no contraband on me, I sw-" his sentence is cut when he receives my elbow in the ribs.

Alpha-2947: "See where your little plan lead us?" I whisper to him between my teeth, "It was so peaceful before you arrived. I was just slowly making my 13'529'284 years of-"

Alpha-3956: "13'529'284 years?! Just how many crimes did you commit to earn 13'529'284 years?! And you really intended to spend them locked up in a metal box?!

Alpha-2947: "They have no record of how many of us there actually are, so they charged me with all the crimes we've committed in the past. Doing my time here would absolve everyone of their crimes."

Alpha-3956: "Since when do you even care about the justice system? I thought we were here to have fun messing around with the world."

Alpha-2947: "I don't know... Probably a suggestion from #493. But still, it was working until you came along!"

Alpha-3956: "A single body lasts an average of 378 years and N.I.G.E.L.'s signal doesn't reach between these walls, so you don't have access to the DPS. How exactly do you intend to have your body changed 35'791 times?"

Alpha-2947: "Well... They've got magic... I guess...?" A short moment of silence follows our little whispered argument, taking us a couple seconds to remember what started it. To this realization, we both straighten up in front of the warden before I throw at my other me "Let me handle this." in a final whisper. I take a deep breath and clear my throat before beginning my explanation: "It was him! I don't have anything to with this!" I quickly blurt out.

Alpha-3956: "Way to handle stuff..." I mumble to him before addressing the Goblin. "Sorry, but I don't have any contraband on me. You can even frisk me if you will, I guarantee you won't find anything other than these." I tell the warden while my clothes shorten and shorten until they have completely vanished, leaving me with my black boxer briefs, a red crystal encased in a dark grey disk in the middle of my chest and a red neon disk in my back on which can be seen ten black concave hexagons pointing outward. "That's as bare as I can get. And don't try to remove these" I sign at the inorganic parts on my torso and back, "because they can't be removed, along with a few other things I'm sure you won't mind."