Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150227013352/@comment-32663439-20150308230916

Lucina smiled. "We'll have plenty of fun. We just need to be patient, these nine months."

"Well, he's addicted to the dust. The side effects are apparently bad for his mind. Is there a cure to this severe addiction?" Kodlak asked.

Fanari hesitated. She desperately wanted to release him. There was the chance it was Syinter, but there was also the chance that it wasn't. This decision could prove costly either way.

After a moment of deliberation, Fanari said "If I find out you aren't Syinter, you are sooo dead." She undid the bindings on Syinter, stepping back quickly, holding her blade at the ready.

"Y-You aren't? Then what's with the blade, and with the hostile actions?" Fanari asked. "What else would you possibly be wanting to do with him?"

She grimaced. She shouldn't be talking to this lunatic! He was surely there to hurt Syinter. She couldn't possibly bear losing Syinter again. And if he was there to hurt Sylvia, that'd be all the more trouble for him.

Geistlig's eyes glinted with lust, as he walked forward, grinning. He approached Aspin from behind, suddenly scooping her up in his arms. "Then stop you I shall," he said. He began bringing her back to the bed. Since he was still silenced, he couldn't dissolve her clothes. Instead, he swiftly slipped them off, dropping them to the floor.