Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190325184854

(Everyone) “He just walked out for some reason. It’s like I said, he’s a strange bird. Guy doesn’t seem like he’s all there.” Says to Jorge while pointing to his own head.

“Do not concern yourself with Prad. He is most likely eager to get this over with.” Armata chimes in.

“Well, I’m done.” Cerberus says with a burp as he tosses the leftover bone on his plate. He then looks to Marcus and farrows his brow as he notices Isadore hovering him. “You look like you have a new friend.”

“Please.” Isadore starts. “I am just admiring the end product of your seed.” She looks to Cerberus.

Armata sneers and looks away in relative disgust as he is witnessing his biological mother being flirtatious with his old enemy. That’s when Renwick bursts into the room with a crate in his arms.

“I have this for my Lord!” He slams the crate on the table and opens it. There sits a leather armored trench coat similar to Marcus’, adorned with a gothic flare that is of no surprise given the esthetic of the surroundings.

“This armored coat is a prototype of the Hunter’s coat. I’ve been working on it for many years. Sewn into it are traces of metals found only here in Tepes. Not only is this more flexible than clunky armors but it will protect you just as well.” Renwick smiles.

“Nice.” Cerberus chuckles. He proceeds to take the outfit and begins to get dressed as Renwick bows and steps back.