Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190523140403

Arthur listened to the two doctors converse in pained silence, struggling to keep up with their medical jargon, but more or less understanding the basics of what they were saying.

Now that Helldrix had been successfully extracted from that frozen hellhole of an asylum, he supposed there wasn't much left for him to do. His working relationship with Alexander had proved remarkedly amicable, despite the obvious differences in morality that existed between them. But from this point forward it seemed he lacked any particular expertise that would make him useful to the doctor's efforts.

But as he listened, he found that the doctor's words surprisingly compelling. He'd wondered at first whether he had made a mistake teaming up with the criminally eccentric Alexander Nobel, and had contemplated the possible consequences this new partnership might have on the rest of society. The more he thought about it, though, the more he realised the good that could come of this research, and that some sacrifices were necessary for progress to continue.

That being said, he also couldn't stand by and allow these two scientists do whatever the hell they wanted. No...what they needed was a mediator - someone to rein in their destructive tendencies should they get out of hand. For that reason, Arthur decided it was best for him to stick around, and see this through to the end.

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Arthur quickly lost track of time as the airship carried them off to the secretive location of Nobel's Hideout, but it was long enough for him to know they were no longer in Vale. If he had to guess, Arthur imagined they had returned to Mistral, where he had first been recruited as the doctor's assistant for this mission. Nervousness and excitement clouded the young adventurer's mind as he felt the airship begin to lose altitude, and as he rearranged his armour over his aching wound he glanced over at Alexander.

"I take it we've arrived."