Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20150717061034/@comment-24416658-20150717061702

Thorald had been thinking the past few days. Not about anything special, like the future or his image. No, he had been stuck on a video game level for ages, and he was still thinking about what to do. Twirling his weapon in hammer mode, he was continually looking around him, mostly at the night sky, thinking. Hearing his name called, he turned his attention back to his teammate.

"Hm?" he mumbled, before regaining his composure, "Oh, I'm good. Just thinking about stuff." It was true that their supply of their signature ammunition, Electric dust, was running low, mainly due to Thorald's excessive use of his hammer. He turned his attention back to walking, placing his hammer in its belt strap, and moved up next to Phiorra.

"You sure you don't want me to carry the vials?" he asked, hands behind his head, "It's no problem, really." Thorald tried to be nice whenever he could help out, almost to the point that its obsessive.