Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190125042324

(Everyone) It isn’t long before Armata runs into Marcus, Samia and Cyndwella walking about the castle, looking lost. “I believe we take a right here, or was it back their?”

“Let me see that shitin paper....” Cyndwella snatches a piece of paper from Marcus and eyeballs it. “Room 247. I hate odd numbers.”

“Yeah I think we’re in the wrong wing.” Marcus scratches his chin.

“No shit slick.” Cyndwella snaps.

“You seem, lost.” Armata calls out.

“Oh not you, fuuuuuu- fudge.” Cyndwella bites her tongue when seeing the Doll. “What’s with the kid?”

“She our most recent tenant. She’s a doll I recovered from Tepes, abandoned I brought her here and there you go.” Armata gestures to the small Doll.

“What, you planning on playing with her?” Cyndwella crosses her arms and cocks her hips.

“No.” The Vampire responds flatly.

The Doll then walks up to Cyndwella, Samia and Marcus. She sets her box down and points her finger at the trio before her. “Friend?” She looks back to Armata, to see the Vampire Lord shake his head approvingly. The Doll then grabs hold of the chains that line the tins of the cage surrounding Cyndwella’s waste, shaking the chains.

“She’s cute.” Smiles Samia.

“Yeah she definitely knows perfection when she sees it.” Smirks Cyndwella.

“Hey Armata, where’s guest room 247?” Marcus cuts in.

“Go back up the stairs over there and make a right.” Armata says while maintaining his eyes on the Doll, who studies the three in front of her.