Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170325095302/@comment-30014014-20170329030957

Oscar Mike gazes in the man's eyes, his helmet letting only a discernible stare behind, coated in cobalt blue. They shined such that they could be mistaken for fire. But he said nothing, instead simply walking out while crafting a simple ward for protection of his tools.

Oscar Mike is going to remember this man's face. Giving him a leaving gaze, he awaits the moment the ship docks, watching as the island nears closer.