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The science fiction rollplay for members of Flight of Fancy. |
The curses continued streaming as Mystic stood up from her post, and started walking, then running. Eventually, she got to a small post. She leaned against it. Chrysth's ship was there, and so was somebody in the opening. She snuck closer, trying to keep herself inconspicuous. Finally, Zalla rushed up, and sliced the man in two with her laser. Mystic gasped. In a second, she heard the yell of Chrysth at Zalla. Satisfied, she hurried up the bording ramp. At least two blessers were in there, this was worth being with her blankety blank of a younger sister. She walked in. "Did I miss anything?" |