Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160412205558

(Is that what you were imagining? I figured it would be more American and tomboyish, honestly.)

Mel snickered to herself, relishing every pat of the head, purring to herself softly.

"Quite the meat ye've caught yourself, hun." She said to Dreadnaught, referring to the other two men aboard the rowboat. As she opened her eyes again, she took in the likenesses of Agrarian and Lyle. Both were dressed similarly.. yet one had a more refined look than the other. "Alright.. so lemme work this out." She pointed to Lyle, first. "You're one of them Order types... real green from the looks of it.. n' you..." She pointed to Agrarian. "You're one of them Heroes. Ye got that air of confidence surroundin' ya.."

"Ah.. aha. Actually.." Lyle cut off Mel, tapping his fingers together. "I'm not officially in the Order.."

"Eeeeh..?" Mel tilted her head.. pointing out Lyle's white and gold armor. "Then what's with the fancy getup? Ya don't just stumble across plates a' steel like that."

Lyle was about to burst into what could have been a whole song about the origins of his attire.. but he quickly turned his attention back to Sir Trivalti.. curious to see if it was alright with him to speak of his armor near the presence of a Mamono.