Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180627140146

The mamono tilts her head playfully at the affected pilot. "I think I've heard of you." Mumbling more to herself she looks at Valorad with an almost appreciative look. "When my daughters want something 'more' I'll look for you than..." She turns her head to Faida who herself is struggling to stand.

"Ah... oh? Oh, your different, quite different." Faida rights herself and glares at the beastial-woman, tentacles on her back raised for conflict. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you aren't mamono, but you've definitely got apperances set straight.. Ah, it'd be a waste of time with all this rabble." She gestures to Janadian and Valorad with teasing disdainfulness. To which she folds her arms up to her chin at the pilot. "No, I am not with the Iron Wings, I'm a more 'indepedant' organization..."

Her eyes glance about. "Well, this has been 'enlightening' but I must be off, I'm trying to hunt for food you see, before I was rudely interrupted." And than without any warning, she takes lift off and flies away.

Faida just... stunned, watches her go, before mumbling to herself. "Well that was... different..."