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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3257971" data-attributes="member: 48069">“The color white does not suit you.” “Nor grey you my pupil.” The great form of Mem wavers as if unsure of Es for a second.“Your timing is, as usual, uncomplimentary and most unwanted.” The child’s hair pours gently, like her silver lined cloak, down to her heels. Her eyes shimmer a warning of flat grey. “It is time for your lesson. We have missed many a session. You still have much to learn. Your mother in her generosity has given me another toy for you. I told her you need to earn it. What do you think pupil?”“I no longer care for my Mother’s games. If you have something for me, give it. If you have a lesson for me, teach it. I have not my Mother’s patience.” And the Nimblewright moves with a goddess like rapidness, spilling forward her thin rapiers out before her, needle points pressed lightly on her Mother’s eyelids, then as suddenly Es is gone. She stands seventy feet back, from the giantess’ form, as if both had never moved. [sblock=OOC]Es uses Spring attack then, <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=808638" target="_blank">Slight of Hand roll 33</a> Es takes Scarab of Golembane from Astral construct. She can now sense the invisible constructs around her. She believes them to be perhaps elan trainers or the like.[/sblock]“Thank you, Teacher, for my Mother’s gift. I always wondered how she knew where I was, and now I know. Your lesson has been an informative one.  I cherish my new toy, though perhaps not its sender.” She palms in her hand an intricate scarab and it melts like candy in her fist. Mem’s form wavers, though no less tall, it thins, of black and flesh. A slimness of a man, a bending of a hat, a long ness like a man stretched beyond all bones or skin. He wears no armor but a frown. His frown inhumanly long, like his arms, his body, his legs, arched inhuman backwards, each step straight yet all his form curved forward in a half circle. His clothes are tight fitting, a dark undertaker’s suit perhaps, long coat tails and a black belt circles his waist to match his smooth tall and streamlined postures. He looks at her from under his black bending hat, the only white left his well pressed shirt under his tight black vest and tighter longcoat. A long ebony leather gloved hand reaches slowly and purposefully to his neck, as if searching.“Impressive. But not part of your lesson.”</blockquote>

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