Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170516203733

Némésis: "He looks very friendly. Other than that I do not know about you, but I'm starting to get hungry."

After that Nemesis ordered, to dine with the masked man (yes, the mask disturbs me but I'm too disciplined to let it appear.) After a few exchanges of anedoes, they parted.

I'll try to get a room tonight.

The next morning, Némésis awoke with a start at the sound of the alarm he had set in his helmet. It was a sound to wake the dead. He quickly realized the command to cut off the alarm and spare his poor brain reduced to slurry by the waves from the transmitter.

"Bordel!" He snarled, removing his now inert helmet.

Fortunately, the wake-up function consumes almost no energy, otherwise I would not inflict such torture on myself.

A quick comb through his hair, his personal belongings hanging from his belt hidden under his hood, he presented himself in front of Mercer's door, which was still locked.