Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-24507077-20170425132221/@comment-34518800-20170427002328

Up in the rafters of the warehouse, a literal storm was brewing. There were crushes and clanks as things were thrown and blown around.

And, in the middle, looking down, directly at Lime, was an ever-changing form. The spiritual power was oddly strong in that house, and Gallery wanted in on the action.

",,,,,,,," He wordlessly floated downwards, behind some crates, drawing in energy.