Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-26571677-20160728093020

Note to self: Don't ever anger/disobey my commander ever again, she seems like an intimidating one

For now, however, he had reached his original goal, and now, he was alone with Jett, wheeling her through the corridors with relative ease. In her presence, he feels strange, clumsy, awkward, not feelings he especially liked in general.

However, he was curious about Victoria, specifically, his mentor talking about him to her daughter. He had always had the feeling that his mentor had downright disliked him in general, perhaps he was wrong?

"To your previous question, yes, my given name is Eridius. It is good to meet you, Van Dyke Helsing, and yes, I sadly do not feel pain, it is both a blessing, and a curse. I don't think I'd live very long without my AI telling me of my wounds, or your mother taking care of me, actually"

As if to prove a point, he bit his finger lightly, not even taking notice of the small trickle of blood that dribbled down it, showing no sign of pain. He shows it to Jett, before flaring his aura to heal it, glowing purple for a fraction of a second.

"More importantly, I wanted to ask you some questions, I've never met another youth, and this is very new to me, ma'am"

Eridius stops at her room, and enters it, taking notice of the drab, bleak white walls, and the boring furniture, pushing her next to the bed. He stands there awkwardly for a few seconds, until he realises that she is waiting expectantly for him.

"What is it that you require, Van Dyke Helsing? Would you like something?"