Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170423011718/@comment-30014014-20170423163916

"...Ohh, right" He stands up and looks around and under him. "Hold on a moment."

Oscar takes one hand and clenches it to his chest, his head glaring up as a catlyst beam start evaporating from within him. As the beam gains in intensity, he then takes one knee down and the beam ends with a *whamp*. He had to undo any and all of his Endo's runes and seals.

Here he lies, a simple piece of clothing resting on his face as a mask, clothed in brown, simple coat and pants. A medallion lingers on one of his hand that happens to be a glove.

For some reason, however, he was apprehensive about this. So open. So...vulnerable. His stance is a guarded one.