Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190204220547/@comment-26892768-20190207125238

Jolyne would gawk and question what Pocoloco is doing, but she's currently focused on more unraveling.

'Damn it...Stone Free isn't fast enough to parry this, and I can't keep unraveling my body forever...' Jolyne grits her teeth. 'If I just had a second to-' 

And, as if answering her unsaid prayers, Spice Girl sweeps her arm through the snow, sending up a spray of it between Silver Chariot and Jolyne. If it was normal snow, this would do jack squat...but this snow is subjected to Spice Girl's softening power.

Meaning that Silver Chariot's thrusts are now bouncing back towards itself.

Jolyne sighs in relief, pulling herself back together as she takes the opportunity to unbutton her jacket, tossing it to the side. "Finally. Give me a damn break... really sounding like my old man now..."

And with her shoulders now exposed, Jolyne...turns around? "Oi! Jackass! Look at this!"

Now clearly visible on the back of her left shoulder is a peculiar, star-shaped birthmark...one that may or may not look familiar to the stabby Frenchman.

Mista stops, listening closely. "...I think so, yeah."

"Was it someone saying 'ora' a bunch of times?" Cerebella asks.