Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171111190952/@comment-24510587-20171113010408

"Young man."

Ves looked up at the sound of a hollow voice, like it came from inside a tin can. He found in front of him the ever-armoured visage of Errant, leaning against a pillar.

"You look quite familiar to me."

Ves didn't exactly know what to do with this information. "Uh... thanks?"

"Your features... your hair, your eyes..." Errant mused. "You are a Theronian, are you not?"

"Yeah, I am... I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Oh, no, you do not," Errant chuckled. "But you might know who I used to be.

You know, you remind me of myself, or who I was, when I was younger."

"And... who were you?" Ves asked slowly, tilting his head.

"Once, a long time ago, the man whose memories I inherited was known as Seris Theronian. Your progenitor."

"Wait... you're Seris I?" Ves muttered.

"No, Seris died a long time ago. I am merely his armour, animated and bound to his memories."

Errant placed a gauntlet on Ves' shoulder. "Make our family proud, my child."

And with that, the armour was gone, and Ves was left to ponder what had just occurred.

Man, can this day get any stranger?