Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170526195725

Still installed on the edge of his window, Némésis watched the last festivities of the night. Finding a few streets away, what seemed to be artifices, judging by the variations of lights projected on the buildings.

Sighing with weariness, he decided to recover his belt and helmet before jumping into the alley, two floors lower. Causing a dry lacquer upon landing, his armor weighing all his weight on his boots. His hood, lifted by the blow of the fall, revealed a gray panzer armor with a complicated design (but not as futuristic as one might think), before falling back and concealing the man in the shadows.

"#######!!!!!!!" He hissed in pain. His thighs had cushioned the impact badly. His current physical condition (following an illness and previous privations) Being far from being considered good. He was afraid to remove his armor to realize that his muscles were melted and left only visible bones under the skin. Already that the complexion of his face had worried him by looking at his reflection in the basin.

He took a few seconds to relax his bruised muscles: Okay, let's take a look at this pyrotechnic show.

Once there, he saw a group disappear in another street, leaving behind traces of burns and melting ice. Pushing him to investigate discreetly, after verifying that no one was watching.But he did not find any indication as to the type of weapon or product that might have caused what he was observing.

'''Witchcraft? I wonder if my armor could resist? As long as it does not exceed 1500 ° to -240 ° C. But the rules here may be different, in this case ... No, I do not have enough informations. Should I consider wearing my helmet and seal the armor permanently when I am in public? But I would stand out ...'''

A last sigh, motivated him to leave this street before someone came to annoy him.