Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181226203152

(Jester) “Hahahaha! I’m glad you like it, especially because I made it.” Armata walks a short distance away from Prad, glancing over his custom armors encased in pure glass. “I’m quite the creator. It helps pass the time. I’m an immortal Prad, even we learn a trade.”

Armata then reruns to Prad’s side and kneels down next to him. “You see Prad, these lion heads I carved with my actual hand.” Armata’s index finger then grows into a claw the could rend flesh and steel equally with ease. “It’s good for making the fine details.” The Vampire’s hand returns to normal.

“Now then, I did indeed wish to speak with me alone. And you needn’t worry. Your friend cannot hear us with this dome. I will be forward with my question. Are you happy with your arrangement with this Spector? How did you, a growing young man become his vessel, to exploit whenever he chooses?”