Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31441730-20180630120450/@comment-26127871-20180706140523

"My job is entirely dependent on if I get adequete resources." Blackarachnia hissed out, before looking at Inferno with thinly veiled irritation. She struts up to him, grabbing a vial of purple-pink liquid. Inside it were thousands upon thousands of nanobots, which would forcibly change a mind if need be it. She had the Master Nanite inside of her.