Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180620042348

Annoyed by the idleness he was placed in front of, Prad had decided to take a morning stroll through a random location. Pacing away from the camp, he slowly wanders far, wanting to 'waste' some time while waiting for the others.

Far enough for even ears to fall deaf to his words, he starts speaking. To himself "They seem nice enough. Especially the lady and the metal man. Why do I fall behind?" He gazes up to his right, to the sound of rumbling thunder, one in particular piercing both the noise and the sky with a small but audible crash and visible flash.

"B-but...she hasn't done anything, has she? I admit, an error in understanding may have place us-- " another grumbling ceases his words, an augmented height in decibels "But why? None of them have wished or acted harmed to me, certainly not either of them".

Another stroke, slightly milder than the last one, following the young man as he drifts further from the center of the camp "I don't get it. They could have done anything at any time had they wished it. Why distance myself now that we're close? They'll likely count of me to watch their back and--" Prad's voice slowly has increased in power, somewhat in defiance over the clouds that brew across the skies. Their response? A thunderbolt far from where he stands.

"But I've seen how they act, how they speak. You know that's false. The only instance of disagreement were in a battle of ideology against the one you sought to repay. You know he's not the most humanitarian of the group--

A louder growl echoes over his little section, scorched in a deep concert of decibels, almost as if the clouds were angry. Prad's voice paid no heed to them "No! Just because he's like that...surely it can't mean all of them were. I mean, the three elders, they weren't like that...at meant not as much. The more ominous one sounds more disdained toward his species than even I. And she...she's not even radiating ill-will. All this time, all I've seen is her struggling against this malevolence. How am I to steer from her if she's braced against the same omen of misery as I am? How?!"

The grumbles grow louder, sky above him torn with a gaping wound, fresh with pulsating lightning running across it. All the same to him "Just because they were like that back then, it doesn't mean they are now...I'm being told this and that...yet, I'm being shown the contrary. You spoke of deadly danger form the lady, but she's the least malevolent of them all..."

The lightning seems to simmer, only for Prad to continue "No, you heard what I've heard! Saw what I saw! The only reason she's here, a child kidnapped to return. Her anger, carried on the onslaught of ravenous predators and apathetic entities. She's even friends with the metal man--

The grumbles return in force, yet it does little to dismiss him "We both know I'm right! He's done nothing but give me pointers when you had left me to my own devices. She speaks to him, he trusts her...I mean, how can a mother of a family can even--

His sentence is left unfinished, a thunderbolt crashes near his location with upmost fury, purging the immediate surrounding in a flash of lightning...