Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20190105124918

Tragoedia watches silently from the sidelines as the doctor quickly went about his work. Slowly, the wounded Blanc was brought to a stablised condition, though it was clear her close brush with death would unlikely be something she can fully recover from. He waits patiently, orange eyes fixed upon the computer screen next to the medical bed as he watches the girl's heartbeat begins to strengthen, until finally he steps forward.

His giant footsteps reverberate throughout the deathly quiet manor, and in the relative silence the sound of metal scraping against metal can be heard as a long, golden blade extends from the machine's left wrist. At the same time his right hand reaches out to grasp Nobel's shoulder, talons digging in deep enough for an unshakable grip. With one last look at the Blanc's monitor, the towering android begins to speak.

"I lied when I said the retrieval of operative Claymoore was my only order, Doctor Nobel," he says in a foreboding voice.