Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190215052240

"Well, this is why I go for the other side. It's suffering. The people are, most of all. I'd rather go back and thread against him along the others than having to wait for him here where he can make easy work of hostage situations". He doesn't look at her, instead fixating his hands. He'd easily galvanize them if it meant a way to push it back...

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His stunt double remains by the tomb of a man, manifesting a miniature item of old. A lullaby gem, one he plants by the grave. An item of comfort, so to say for the dead. One that feeds into the deceased's favored string of sound, to replay in a low lull. Which is to say, playing music for whoever his close companions would be.

A string of sounds and voices hiding from the ears of monsters, an old device ignorant of today's changes...