Board Thread:Morgan Cinder/@comment-24479578-20160828041945

Listen & Read

It had been two days since the incident at Warship Island. Stratos and crew were already back on the vast seas of the Grand line on their navy battleship which was under the G-3 tutelage. Stratos upon first taking her back knocked her out via applying insane amount of pressure to her pressure point in her neck then proceeded to place her on anesthesia. Which during the time she was knocked out the day previous they ran a few X-rays on her body just to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything or any weapons inside of her. Some people were sadistic and crazy enough to do so.

After that was finished though he’d have her showered and cleaned up as well as removing all the piercing from her body and melting them down into something more useful. Giving her almost a flat complete day of rest before she woke up.

Stratos was known to be an extremely busy man but more time then not he only pretended to be so, he preferred his personal alone time over any duty assigned to him so when he made special plans he MADE special plans. On a small table directly to Morgan’s left would be a small piece of fancy parchment along with a small metal bell but the paper would read. “Hello there little lady. Whenever you wake up I’d like to have a conversation with you in my office. Make sure to ring the bell someone will get you prepared and take you to me. Enjoy Stratos ~”

Lonpo Mclovin was tasked with getting her dressed in a white frilly silk dress along with some nice silver diamond studded flats and a few rings and a pair of small ear rings. Then once she was completely ready he was to bring her into his office and then head off to the kitchen to bring their dinner which would be a slight surprise at least for her.

Inside of his office he had a small circular table made with rare redwood and both chairs fairly comfortable made with a mixture of bear fur and leather with the ability to slightly lean back. At the moment the table was completely clear. Now Stratos sitting in the chair looking directly towards his office door he had on his normal attire but he had done his hair so it was shinier against the small lights of the room and his skin glistening a nice tan to go with it.

“Only a matter of time.”  