Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170811001656/@comment-5583506-20170816204940

When Preacher was sure that the others wouldn't be able to hear them, he spoke to Gait. "The Mold is still locked up in his cell, but something doesn't sit right with me. There must be something we've missed during the Great Conflict, only reason I can see as to how he is able to pull strings even from beyond the walls of Volkihar Prison."

He glanced over at the graduates. "Also, I received some information from him. But... you know the Mold as well as I... or anyone for that matter. I don't know if I can trust his word. But he did reveal some insight on how his power works. Could come in useful in the case of unforeseen events. He is able to imitate anyone he comes into physical contact with, this apparently includes heroes and their powers. However, since he can only maintain one appearance at the time, he can also just retain one superhero's powers at that time. Meaning that if he takes on the appearance of let's say someone who does not possess the heroic trait, he would lose those powers. His own ability remains intact however."

He leaned over the railing. "Pretty remarkable... and dangerous. I just wanted you to know in case things..." He made a grimace. "... starts to go bump in the night."

As the ferry set out and night began to fall, Volkihar Island soon disappeared into the distance. From the direction of Solitude came a small armada of ships, presumably carrying the late reinforcements.

"I am a bountiful harvest, am I not, animal boy?" shrugged Ylva and looked as the ships of Solitude sailed past them. "Bah, talk about being late for the party."

Bethany wasn't particularly fond of the sea. It felt desolate and cold, and it smelled weird. She'd rather enjoy a walk in the forest at night when the sun was all the way down, so she could enjoy nature without getting fatigued.