Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190919152406

"Huh? What is...?" A man secludes himself in a work of what some would call art. Empty spray cans litter the room alongside paint buckets, also empty. For the last few days, Berthony had meticulously followed a designed for the decoration of a room he estimated to be somewhat lacking.

A draft of white for the ceiling by the side of orange for the walls, he was now spending a few cans spraying the sigil of a clover the shape of a lotus as to bring some life in said room.

Berthony cloaked himself in a hoodie behind a paint mask and singlasses, enthralled in his work as occasionally, he would turn away from the generous spraying to look at a laptop depicting the sigil he mimics on the wall.

Only...a strange symbol had begun appearing on the top of his hand in a dubious light, one he couldn't ignore amidst all thing.

"WHat the?!" He grips his arm, dropping the can he had held, not knowing what to think of its gradual appearance.