Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20191010002135/@comment-26892768-20191011025909

"Oh, no, not quite." Thorani smiles. "You see, by default, the water from my hair heals - it brings life and mends wounds. But, if I were to always have it heal in combat...it wouldn't make a very effective weapon, would it? And smart opponents would know to intercept me whenever I tried to heal one of my allies. So, in combat, I have the magic lie dormant until I do that maneuver you saw back there - the one with the rainbow - which is just me telling the water who's friend and who's foe. For allies, it heals, and for enemies...well, you saw the effects."

Bec Noir pauses when he hears the voice, turning to look at the source and...he finds himself at a loss. What is this guy supposed to be, exactly? Grimdark Consort or something? Whatever he is, he's giving Bec the same feeling as one of those giant tentacle monster things (Hobbletearer or something like that), so clearly he deserves some amount of respect...even if his appearance is questionable.

Bec Noir asks red-eyes if this pink asshole had done something to piss him off, because if so, he's perfectly fine handing him off. Not like he has an attachment or anything. If this is just because, though, he had first dibs.