Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191023184934

(Whom it may concern)

"Pity" Drapp had a hand unsheathed, ready to pounce. Beyond the sleeves of his suit, laid a metallic looking arm. One intricate in pulsating energy. A small hue of blue, dense at the tip of his fingers. Pointed fingers shimmering in a coating of shielding.

However, seeing the man being...forced out of the place by the returned Cerberus had disavowed Drapp's need to...see the effects of his relic. Hencefore,  the hues at the fingers and throughout the arms, to end at the sleeve, dims down completely with a silent hum.

With no shield protecting his armored limb, Drapp's arm was briefly visible, looking like a benign suit of light armor one would see on scout troopers. Only, heavily modified, with the pieces moving back within.

He puts his sleeve back on, veiling the sly twist of his unusual comfort among monsters and peculiar individuals.

"Now this one, however..." Drapp looks to Cerbebus at the moment "This one looks interesting to note about".