Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190509204551/@comment-26892768-20190510161330

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Rook, a bit preoccupied with the fried worms, and Ben, finishing off what he already had, don't notice Malware - however as Ben finishes, he notices the small lad.

"Huh..." Ben leans into Rook to whisper to him, "Do Mechamorphs usually come in white?"

Rook looks over at the lad, and then whispers back, "It is not incredibly common, but Mechamorphs do come in several colors...however, it would seem that, in this case, the color might be related to a mutation of some kind. Notice his stature?"

Ben looks again. "...you mean the fact that he's short?"

"Yes. One could contribute it to age, but judging by how his patterns have extended onto his underside, it would seem he is a mature Mechamorph. The logical conclusion is that he is more solid than other Mechamorphs - he may have the same mass as a typical Mechamorph, but his mass is more condensed, resulting in the shorter height." Rook explains quietly. "Hence why I believe it might be a mutation. Rare, but not necessarily unexpected. No species has the perfect means of reproduction, after all."

"Must be rough on the guy," Ben looks at the lad. "I mean, when I think mutant, first guy who pops to mind is...you know..."

Speaking of black rings - one shoots off into the sky above a planet, while three other rings - two yellow, one a pinkish-violet - are headed for the planet's surface. One continent in particular, in fact...the continent of the Human Kingdom.

The three rings divert in path - the two yellow head for the outskirts of the capital, Macro City, where a heavily damaged airship is being repaired, and the violet one heads for the modern palace at the center of it all.

And in the same place as the gray-skinned man, a human male with red eyes around the same age is also typing away at his phone - almost inhumanely fast, in fact. A skill developed over years and years of typing and texting.