Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190630022626

Drenn growled as he hands the mask back to the guard, muttering something under his breath that only Richard could hear clearly, something derogatory towards his kind and those who 'like' them. He knew Benviolo as one of the few guards he couldn't bribe, or get away with removing.

"Very well then, let us finish this at the jailhouse, Sir Flamesman..."

"Oh! We're being arrested by Sir Flaming-sexy?! Why didn't you tell me? I would have gotten my hair done!" Sylvia's voice echoes through Richard's head upon hearing the name of the guard.

Shut up Sylvia.

"Oh you're just jealous nobody ever mistakes him for a man!"

''Do you want the sleazy tax man to have you all to himself? ''

"No, please! I'm sorry! You don't look like a girl! Please don't leave me with him!"

The demon possessing the mask begs her young contractant, almost loud enough for him to hear her with his ears instead of his mind. Then the newcomer runs up to the group, visibly winded.

Who the hell is this?

"I don't know, I can't see unless you're wearing me or if I'm out of this mask!"

Drenn looks to the newcomer and waves him off. "We're fine, go about your business."