Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180208235834/@comment-33528506-20180212060244

“Good plan!” *Eddie says enthusiastically, yet it seems forced*


 * Pennywise was pacing in that little room now, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. He appeared to be pondering something, seemingly muttering* “Maturin, Maturin... why do you follow the Other?” *he whispered over and over, yet nobody answered him. Who would? The creature he addressed as Maturin? Or would the thing he called the Other answer? One would be able to tell if they were in the room with him as he appeared to have a conversation with his mind, as well as stating his replies aloud, and thinking the statements he replied to. He kept muttering to himself, the conversation dragging on*