Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181226223721

(Jester) He listens. Armata listens carefully to Prad, his golden eyes staying fixated on Prad, until Prad has finished his rant. “I see. What an unpleasant soul to be melded with your own. Keeping you in the dark, manipulative and full of anger. It’s a shame. You are but a growing man. You should be courting girls, learning a trade and building friendships. Not be a vessel for some vengeful entity.”

“Long ago, in another life, my inaction lead to a young girl, just as old as you, being captured and experimented on by a mad human scientist in my employ. It wasn’t till long after she had died that I learned of her suffering, by then there was nothing I could do.... I refuse to see you suffer, your best years wasted. So, you’ll be added to my list of work. Together, maybe we can show this ghost another path, or excommunicate him entirely.”

“It would be best for you. He’ll just consume and leave nothing but shadow and dust.... She likes you, you know? Roda. She speaks of quite fondly, to point where I believe she wants to steal a kiss from you.” Armata looks upon Prad with a paternal smile, as if a father has learned of his son getting a girlfriend.