Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20190703153313/@comment-13488655-20191026121446

" Oh please for the love of god tell me you're not the rhyming type." Osiris groaned with s role of her eyes while rodging the wasps, using the ice dust in her other arm to freeze the ink solid before making the metal in the cieling crush the lights one by one with her semblance, wondering what the guy had in mind. Kurai;s semblance could still protect them but she and the swordsman were still humans. Darkness would hinder them too.