Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181120064306

Silence befalls the room. Nothing more to speaks of. Prad is none willing to utter a single word, fearful of his watcher's rebutal, often hiding danger...

...which of course serves the man in the wall the time to prance about. His ghastly figure, crouched in the fold of this realm. Prad watches him with a needle pressed ever so slightly on his heart, unsure of what act will he commit. The phantasm feels this 'worry' "I have no interest in interfering with the affairs of this world. It concerns me not, little lamb. However, if you plight this intensily about my...walk. Then..."

In a move that bewilders Prad, the man in the wall slowly phases through the door, commited beyond the simple room. He starts wandering about, faint memories of a place such as this, hidden still. Dread assails Prad, who not knew not of his phantom's acts. A voice ringing in his head, unconvincing as it speaks "I walk among these halls, to chase the little memories that court me. You fear for these who seek to sacrifice you...then I shall touch none nor be seen. Watch how you feel, it may recall me..."

The man in the wall, crouched in his fold now wanders the plane. Bits of history is what he seeks.