Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190908050449/@comment-27344811-20190910135849

Ryuji grimaces, bearing the consequence of Bad Beat. "Yeah! That's what I thought!" He points, whipping his arm back down.

"What? Him?" Robbie point sat the warrior, the Dark Matter Swordsman. "Dunno. He looks sick as all heck, though. Although, Ink doesn't fly." Robbie shrugs, but Teagan chirps again. "... or that. That also works."

"For those that don't speak Omatone," Sara clears her throat and recites the following in monotone, face neutral. " 'This entity is made of amorphous black substance which absorbs a large amount of light, resulting in the smooth, hair-like structures on top of his head and the rest of its body being mat in color, and by extension, eliminating almost all the shine from his chest piece and shoulder pads' . See? Not ink." Sara translates. Basically, some sort of... black matter, I guess?" - "...hey, Kirby," Dedede clears his throat, "What's with all these people?? WHy are they here, exactly???"