Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180503232832

“So. Uh, any reason you’ve taken the doll?” Alburn is now full fixated on Armata, paying little attention to his surroundings. The Vampire Lord walks several feet in silence.

“Seemed a shame to leave it there. When we complete this task, and I return to my coven, I’ll repair it. Make it look like new. Better than leaving it here to disappear.”

“You gotta be yanking my hair? An Anathema, the dreaded Armata De’Sange fixes toys? My whole life I’ve been taught you’re some kind of abomination spawned to destroy our world. Yet here you are talking about fixing a discarded toy.” Alburn nearly trips over some debris in the muddy road, his attention almost entirely drawn to Armata.

“Is that so difficult to believe? An immortal life without a hobby is a dull one. I’ve long made it a hobby of mine crafting and fixing things. You should see the armor I forged for him back there.” Armata points his thumb over his shoulder at Jorge.

“Well, now I know.” Alburn smiles while shouldering his rifle.