Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190315061228

(Everyone) “So it seems. No one worth my time.” Cerberus shifts his look from Prad to Armata.

“Well now that we got the intros out of the way, can we please find my old man some CLOTHES!!!!” Marcus shouts.

“What the matter runt? Tired of looking at your point of origin?” Cerberus chuckles mercilessly.

“I swear to every god, that if you don’t clothe yourself immediately, I’m going to cut that damn thing off!” Marcus punches the barrier but to no avail. Cerberus just smirks and finds a towel on a clothing line and wraps it around himself.

“Ok, that’s covered. Now how about some food?” Cerberus wheels around and looks at Armata. “Been dead for a while, rather hungry.”

“So long as it is not for human blood or souls, we will find you a decent meal.” Armata gestures Cerberus to follow, and the ancient hellbeast does.