Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5543592-20170330022546

The seven foot tall behemoth of metal stared down at her from behind his facless helmet, the T-41b visor locked in a permenant scowl. He held a gauss rifle in his hands, not aimed at her, but it wasn't hard to imagine he was fairly well trained in using it. The Knight did not immediately reply. Either her joke was lost on him, or he lacked a sense of humor.

"Get up." The soldier ordered her, the tone of his voice implied assumed authority. He looked up scanning the tree line in the distance. "Where did you come from?"

Morty had led Deaphanie out onto the grass. The Knight patrolling the roads had probably spotted her on his loop back, and come over to investigate, but hadn't seen where she'd run from.