Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190217221712

Prad finds little words to respond. Another one, a woman, seeking a company of his. Of his, of all people. Amidst the nobles, the previous love interest, the myriad of individuals who hailed to these places, one that could as easly catch the eye of one of those...she sought his company. To mend his homeless sickness, to nurture a place for him to return, no matter how far...

His mind flashes with the story of another who had pushed away the dynasties, a kikimora, forsaking men with the wealth to buy countries to instead. spend a year aiding a man afflicted with a sudden allergy. His mind flashed with the thoughts of fairy tales, even to this world's standards...

...until now. The arm that used to nestle her owns, now had reached to encircle her shoulder in a one-armed hug. His other, reaches the fold of his mask, slowly pulling the thing away. Words could only scarcely express the unbound warmth he felt in this very moment. Naught but his expression could make an honest attempt to convery such a message, un-hindered by the mask he bore for so long.

"I would...I would like that..." His other hand goes to encircle her back, gently clinging in a closer hug. His mind, bliss with the touch of another, once more illuminates the corner of his psyche. A psyche that once again, wills itself a metaphorical curtain...

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The man in the wall, lifting his arms encroached by the lost spirits of the deceased, snaps his head at the very place Prad is. It snaps at an unfathomable velocity, one wrought with an outraged confusion "What? Is? This? This?! Again it--

A torrent comes sweeping through the gray man, invisible to the naked eye, yet all too bright for him to withstand. His dark hand interferes with the light, only for the gray man to feel the discomforting sensation of his hold being wrestled away. The thing that happened, happens twice. While temporary, he no longer has any true sway over Prad, his position deleguated to one of a true observator.

Worse still for him, those that were present around him, the men and women that died recently, were no longer bound to the land. In a flash, during his brief blindness, they dissipated, leaving but tiny holes in the upward of the heavens, holes slowly closed. He clenches his hands in a docile anger, becoming whim to an even more alien ploy than he was. He hated this...

(Oh hey, that thing happened again. How fun)