Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124184733

"This one truly is dedicated to his façade, even as the mirrored cracked and crumbled so long ago" comments the man in the wall "What lies beneath the illusion to make one such as this one to try to play on sentiments? Why speak with utmost dedication to tally the reasoning toward a human, when its kind would spend eons trying to herd them as cattle? Has the return of their genesis really rattle this one as deeply?"

His words are ambient on Prad's ears, attuned to two planes. His eyes are fixated on the suits. Had they been used? If so, they certainly look new out of the forgery. They shift to a violet tide, seeing what the man in the wall sees. The everything coating it. The metal, the fabric, the sigils. All of it, laid bare for Prad to see, hidden to this plane of existence.

"Toys for children? I did not expect that this would intrigue you, sir" responds Prad. The gray man utters another toll "As expected, little one. When coiling one's hand upon a heart of a child, you set a snare with the luxury they come to seek. Reaching for their lives in one's horrid shape seldom works. You lure then into a false sense of security..."