Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-7262318-20170730220758

"They find common ground in envy," Diadros shrugged. "They think not having the trait makes them normal, and so they can get away with whatever hate speech or atrocity they commit because they're the normal ones here. Idiots, mostly..."

Diadros went outside to relax for a while and meditate.

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Jerus was just outside his room, making sure his arrows were in good shape for a huntring trip as the sun was setting. He was waiting for Avarus to come out, as he was getting ready for his little date with Arona. He was slightly amused by the pairing. Two mages who had little control over there destructive magics. Lightning and Fire.

"If they have a kid, it's hero name has to be Firestorm," He laughed. "That'd be funny."

Aravus soon stepped out in The Suit that Jerus had gotten for him. This was something he had taken a long time ago from one of the shops around town, in case he ever needed it. But since Aravus beat him to the punch, he supposed he could let him use it.

"Do I look presentable?" Aravus asked.

"No, you look like garbage," Jerus said.

"What?"

"I'm kidding, you look fine," Jerus laughed. "Good enough, at least. That suit wasn't much of a big loss to... eh, whoever that Elf was that was running the place..."

"Alright..." Aravus sighed, very obviously nervous.

"Hey, try not to look like you're about to pass out. She won't go for you if she can barely talk to you," He said. "Now, let's go find Miss Flame, hm?"