[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/8gBNBNv.png[/img][h3][color=00a651][u]The Frog[/u][/color][/h3][/center]
Now was not the time for grieving.

It was the time for action. The Frog's 'innocent' facade left him as he walked into the portal to the oblivion dungeon, carrying with him only his Rainbow Cannon. There wasn't any talking him out of it, not that he thought anyone would in the first place. For all he cared, he just wanted answers. If the ghastly voice he heard was speaking the truth and this place could provide those answers, he was going to find out how. He may have just been a useless frog puppet, pretty much eternally doomed from the day he had his sentience, but he would rather die than live a day in a feeling of forced ignorance. Whatever Eos did, he sought the answers to undo, and while he was sure that this would prove useless in the long run (as he had expected when he respawned), it was worth a shot.

After Henry and Fran left Hell's throne room, the Frog followed behind. He was taken aback by the eerily familiar face of a wolf girl that seemed just that, but he felt that it couldn't be true. If this was the figure that vanished from his mind, then this place was being awfully nice to do such a thing. Still, it couldn't hurt to ask a few questions.

[color=00a651][u]"What is this place...?"[/u][/color]