Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170130055250

Once again darkness falls over Whitemarch. A cold breeze blows through through it's corridors but despite the weather the streets are lively as ever. People and maono alike meander about as they enjoy their social lives, young couples walk by embracing in each others warmth. A group of girls and guys flirt as an elderly couple watches from a distant bench. And on the other spectrum enters the lone knight clad head to toe with rusty black armor.

The ambiance quickly changes the first people notice the ragged being walks into town. His breath steams out of the gaps in his helmet, his armor clinks and clatters with every movement and everyone nearby goes quiet.

They are fearful for their lives and do not know whether he is a danger to them or not. One young man works up the courage and marches infront of the titan in an attempt to impress the onlooking women. But the crestfallen knight does not slow down but instead plants his palm on the young man's face and shoves him aside. Life returns to the street as everyone walks over to help the young man regain his footing. His friends hound the knight as he leaves and a young woman holds the man's head on her lap.

Minutes later he arrives at the hospital and waits in line until he reaches the desk. He removes his helmet and looks down at Lilly. "Hi... Is it too late to go see Nezon? I'd really appreciate it if... If I could go and see her one more time." His hair is disheveled and his general appearance is quite ragged.