Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181121025224

The man in the wall had, for a time now, been standing before one of the attendant guard, dressed in his war panoply. Hidden as ever, he got curious about the armor, eyeing it from head to toe. All under Prad's vision. He made sure to make it visible. Well, somewhat.

Indeed, Prad's eyes had turned completely violet, a sort of parasitic bond between their eyes, sharing their vision. He can see what the gray man can see. And he can gloss over Prad's current point-of-view.

Prad did not see through his very eyes, but rather as some specter spectator, while bound still to the nursery room. Henceforth, a fright assails him as the man in the wall slowly turned to the corner where Prad's sight should seep from "Curious? I can indulge in it, as it meets my same wave length of interest".

Prad subconsciously shakes his head, a whisper of dispproval in his voice. His answer is reflected as a shrug form the gray man "Worry not, little lamb. I'm just going to filter this one's attire. Its form has piqued my attention. A modern shape of an ancient tally".

Going forth, the man in the wall passes a hand over the armored man, still walking in his own fold. Light seeps from his black gauntlet, seemingly scanning the individual's armor, to the panic of Prad, afraid that he may do something...unwarranted.