Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171124182348

With a grunt, he rose again, unbuckling his sheathe and using it as a cane, his hand on the end of his sword hilt, and wrote a reply. He couldn't come up with how to spell 'Bioregenerative', so he made do. "Give me your future potion, future man." He leaned his weight on his cane, his elbow on the rounded surface. It was quite difficult to try and balance like this.

"And one more thing," he added. "I'm not one of you dirtbags- I'm an absolute shitbag." He excessively snorted, his version of laughter.

It was when two higher pitched voices called from out of sight, and caused a worried Silent (whom he waved off since he was fine) to hop into hiding, he tensed up, placing the board on his back (Surprisingly, it had a magnet on the back of the otherwise normal chalkboard.). Gesturing to TJK that he wasn't ready to try and meet monsters, he placed his hand on the future-man's shoulder, and jutted his chin forwards, as if to hurry him along. Hollow checked his back, and tightened his grip on his cane. He was nowhere near ready to meet monsters.