Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190314055837

(Everyone) “I am your failsafe.” Armata chimes in as he approaches the vat. “It’s simple. He betrays us, I drink his blood, then he is no more dangerous than lap dog. Marcus can take care of the rest.”

“Yeah, we that could work.” Marcus’ anger subsided, his still had a hint of frustration in it.

“Then let us brink my masterpiece to life!” Renwick turns a valve on the vat and the gelatin drains from the tank, the hoses and tubes pop from the lifeless body. Is falls to the floor without these supports and the tank opens. Renwick alone struggles carrying the body to the next stage of this resurrection. He plops the body onto a table that is connected to a series of electrical coils and a energetic machine.

“First, implant the soul. Then we awaken his nervous system with electricity-“ Renwick silences himself and marvels as Marcus holds out his hand produces a crimson ball of flame. “Is that-“

“Yep, my old man.” Marcus walks up to the body and stops, thinking for a moment if he truly wants to do this. “You fool’s all ready?”

Armata nods, Herja readies her sword and Renwick shakes his head “yes” rapidly in excitement.