Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180408011649/@comment-26892768-20180408031958

Lovelica stops in his tracks and slowly turns around. "Weeeeeeell, hello there! Lovely day, isn't it?"

His voice is filled with nervousness that not even he can cover up.

Gamel would grin if his current form had a mouth at the moment. "Hi!"

Mezool just stays silent for the moment.

Francisca barely dodges the air cutters.

Aaaaaaaaand Flamberge is pissed. Her sword ignites with flame.

Francisca, slightly miffed at Marx Soul for nearly hitting her with that, prepares her axe.

Zan Partizanne hovers over, spear at the ready. "Well, I suppose we'll be helping, then..."

The three Jambastion Mages prepare for combat.

Nimona looks around for a moment. "...hmmmmm...hey, I think I know this place! It's...what was his name again...Shintaro's world!"

"It's Shotaro." Big Band corrects.

"Eh, close enough...haven't seen him in a while." Nimona remarks.

Meanwhile, inside the Narumi Detective Agency, Ms. Fortune looks out the window. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Uh...hey, detective, is there a protest going on or something?"