Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-25389303-20160515140627

"I told you we should have hired a car. Why the hell did you decide to start walking anyway?"

Raiden sighed wearily as another truck passed them by without stopping, before turning and continuing his journey down the empty road which cut through a forest just outside of Vale.

"Well, maybe if you put the sythe away someone might decide to give us a ride..." he growled, shooting Flayyer a dark look. "And why the hell are you out of the suitcase?"

The metal puppet on his arm continued spinning his sythe idly in its short grey arms, ignoring Raiden's request. "You always ask me for advice whenever you are not sure what to do."

Raiden gritted his teeth angrily, but let it go. "Whatever, do what you like."

The puppet stopped swinging his sythe abruptly and folded it back into the folds of its cloak. "I wonder what happened to the others?" It asked in its usual husky, metalic voice.

Raiden shrugged. "Last time I spoke with Ulric, he said he was going on a quest to find a sword, or something. I haven't heard from Skye or Thallium since Beacon, so chances are they're dead."

Flayyer glanced at him out of concern, or perhaps curiosity. "You don't seem very worried," it noted.

"Well..." Raiden replied, "There's no point worrying about them until we get back to Vale, is there? If they're still around, they will probably be there. In the mean time, keep your eyes out for a taxi or something."