Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181225222233

(Jester) “I see. The presence I’ve been sensing for some time now. You and I have conversed before, haven’t we?” Armata begins to stride unnaturally around the room, never losing sight of Prad. Armata’s cloak covers the entirety of his body, and the manner in which he moves is so smooth and spectral that it doesn’t even look like he’s walking, but gliding across the ground.

“Yes, we have. Your aura, expression, and lack of Prad’s personality, are all signs that I speak to someone else. So what are you? A split personality that awakens when Prad cannot cope. Or a spectator that haunts and possess him when it deems. Perhaps you’re a being that mentally persuades him from a far? Eitherway, how does Prad feel about you invading his body and mind, and steeling away who he is?”