Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-26545936-20181231181534

(Pfft)

The armor tenses up, the gauntlets shift and flip over in mid-air. A trait that Fayard realizes that she does a lot, well, he's seen her do it more than once, so it possibly might be common.

"Very well Sir Fayard." And the armor swivels behind her, the helmet giving off one last final glance before turning as well and stomping off and floating in-synch away into the brush.

Well this appeared to be a waste of time if she was going to be forced to leave, perhaps a better time? That curious soul was still following her and when they were just out of sight from Fayard and his men, she appeared, dropping down from the trees much like a monkey with her face with eyebrows raised.

"I've never seen a Living Armor like you before?" She questioned, twin-tails dancing in stress that was unrelated to meeting this massive floating armor.

Her monotone never strayed in direction. "That is because I am not a Living Armor, I am a Guard Armor." Nureta flicked her wrist with a 'of course' face.

"A subspecies of Living Armor, whatever." Cordis paused at the red-head cat's words, "sure, a subspecies, yes. I am Cordis, you are?" The nekomata quickly perked up.

"Nureta, a well, I would say a pleasure, but I'm kinda of in a bit of trouble." The smirk Nureta was wearing was false, inside she wasn't all that good feeling.

"Does it have to do with those Order-men I presume?" Cordis's helmet looked off to the side, where she had come from and where Fayard was presumably at this point.

Nureta nodded quickly, "Tell me, what's happening?" Cordis's helmet turned back to look down at her.

And so she did.