Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170401192159

"Brotherhood of Steel scum", Ward spat. "Doesn't matter what colors they wear. They are all murderers. They just like to play house with their shining armor and try to justify their killings for a noble cause."

"There, there", Deaphanie yawned. "They are all... uhm... well at least some of them are in a better place." She then massaged Morty's ears, reckoning that the deafening sound would have been traumatizing for the poor little creature. "Don't you worry, Morty Mortigress. I wouldn't let those kniggots harm you."

"Can I eat now?" Famian asked.

"Knock yourself out", shrugged Pestin, motioning for one of the bodies with his shotgun. "Just don't make a mess. I'd rather have my apetite still intact.

The youngster in the hoodie crouched over the man Deaphanie had shot in the head. and began to remove pieces of the armor he wore on his arm.