Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190525220118

"Yeah, sure," Arthur replied in contentment as Helldrix settled down. Leaving the more academically-minded members of their party to converse, Arthur used his time to take a look around the doctor's expansive hideout.

He'd been disappointed at first when they had arrived at the decrepit house, and was worried the secret lair would be nothing more than a dingy basement beneath a crumbling building. As soon as he saw the old vending machine, though, his doubts were quickly alleviated, and the subsequent journey to the true hideout quickly brought a smile to the young man's face.

Truth be told, Arthur was still getting used to all the technology and science-y stuff that accompanied living in normal society - and working for the doctor was the equivalent of being thrown into the deep end for sure. Whenever he studied the strange mechanical contraption that served as the doctor's mobile suit, or gazed at the weird chemical dioramas, he couldn't even begin to understand how they worked. Even the simplest textbooks he selected from the doctor's shelves proved too difficult for his barely literate brain to comprehend. Perhaps an ex-woodsman wasn't the most suitable candidate for this position...

In the end, he resigned himself to wandering aimlessly in search of entertainment.

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"I suspect I will have to acquire certain resources before starting my work," Helldrix stated, slowly panning his gaze around the underground chamber. "It will be difficult - I can't risk utilising my company without drawing unwanted attention - but I still have some valuable contacts who will be more than happy to supply me with the required materials."

His gaze eventually fell on Nobel once again.

"But perhaps there is something else on your mind? I would have thought you'd want me to see your wife straight away..."