Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170824010431/@comment-32908780-20170825015811

Maximilian watched as the Hellhound left. He stood silent, too deep in thought to acknowledge his potential infliction of harm towards her. Instead, something else bothered his mind: What was the difference? two arms, two legs... And a working head. He looked upon Automatons as living things to be treated with respect. Why not a perfectly working Mamono? First Charlotte after all this time, then Kansas, and he felt faint at the first sight of Arvok. But... For what?

He suddenly made a beeline out of the hall. In minutes, he appeared on deck, leaning over the rails before violently vomiting over the side. His shoulders slumped, he heaved for breath. The sea had not treated him kindly.