Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26517142-20161221074619

(Ohaiyoooooo! Was gone for quite a while, EH? Sorry. Hehe. No classes means less time on comp stations. Damn. :D)

"A debt? Sensei Armata, in a debt to that mutt of a Hound? Fascinating. These men.. will prove an interesting match."

From the open sleeve of Abiathar Absalom's cloak, a silvery-red sword materializes and levitates in open air. "If you indeed say you are to resign to your aspirations, can I.. gutt them out of you?"

The sword zooms right in front of Armata, a few meter away from digging clean past his throat. There was a tense silence. Then...

Abiathar sighs. The sword dissolves as quick as it ever came.

"Kidding."

The Vampire fixes the overcoat on his shoulders. "Leaving, I see. To where? The unknown? Your dreams are nulled, I presume."