Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-24296957-20170117023838

Drait's lips curled into a grin. A hum suddenly filled the house as the man's hair suddenly started to raise upwards, his right hand curled into a fist. He walked towards Gorudo, stopping behind him. "If you wish me to practice what I preach," Drait retorted, suddenly openning his hand in a quick fashion. In a flash, the hum abruptly ended with a sharp CRACK!, scrambling the electronics in the house for a few seconds, then returning to normal. "You do not want me to devout my faith, Mr. Gillian. The same goes for all of you."

The man walked past Gorudo to the porch outside, standing in the the doorway threshold - waiting for a sudden movement from the old man. "And I do have a question. Will you be joining us in fighting? Or simply being a third wheel, a tick leeching off the power of the group, a tumor on the mind?"

Because I certainly wouldn't mind cutting you out.