Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20181130002507

Mordekai has no thoughts for the sudden passengers in the Jeep he ‘borrowed’, all too focused on navigating through the cars and people splintered across the streets.

“Toplite convention! You got it chef” he speaks to himself, a sort of mechanism to cope with what he’s doing. A car stolen from the previous occupant wrangling with a monster for his dear life. Quite the impact on Mordekai. The swat mask he happened to wear, another coping mechanism.

He hurries, making little of the bounce from the landing.