Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140618025840/@comment-17970636-20140618170643

Julian looked over to Jonathan Wine, and he couldn't help but agree. He looked... frail was the word for it. Like a newborn babe just stepping into the real world in an adult body. Was he anorexic? Beulimic? Just didn't care for eating? So obsessed in his own things that he lost sight of eating? Regardless of what it was, Julian would wonder about his physique for a while.

How did he survive the intial launch off during initiation? He wondered, but knew that it would be rude to say it out loud.

Instead, he turned to Vegas and looked at what, until recently, had been a mixture.

"You're working with a highly volatile substance that could be contained until set off by some sort of tremor... but it was far too volatile... and containing something like that..." Julian had gone into that form of his mindset that involved the creation and usage of explosives. He was more or less nerdgasming.