Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150227013352/@comment-29458028-20150228021405

"I am Octavian of the ... Magical inner circle, son of a long dead former Grand Imperial Battlemage. You are ... more refined than your sister, I notice. Her clothing reminds me of Annalyse" replied Octavian, as he opened his palms and a pair of drinks flew into his hands.

"One for you, one for me" said Octavian, as he held out the glass.

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Raphael nodded at his sister hiding behind him and then at Divayth, who smacked Louis so hard on his head, Louis slid down, twitching on the floor, lying in a pool of his own saliva.

Raphael then caught the furry paw of J'zargo, who walked in and complained. The hand was aimed at Uriel's voluptous butt, of course. The Khajit slinked away, defeated.

Siris nodded and said "well, nobody ever really matures, unless you kill your childish fantasies.

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Abbadon, Annalyse and Horus walked in. Annalyse was dressed in her usual overexxagerated clothing, while the other two were just wearing the usual black armor they wore.

Annalyse's pauldrons and armor plates dissolved, as Horus and Abbadon dispelled their armor to reveal gaudy suits underneath.

"Heeeeellllooooooo people!" declared Annalyse.