How far in before the admins show up?

[quack98]

628.

(Night Chloe, I think I may have an earlier night too, if only to catch up on sleep)

[SirBlaziken]

629,

Alright, night guys.

[NTN]

630.

It's 7:30, not 6:30.

[SirBlaziken]

631, who cares, rp is pretty much done for the night btw

[NTN]

632. Not really. Did you know that BS is on in 5 hours?

[SirBlaziken]

633 what is BS?

[NTN]

634.

Hitmonchu is BS.

[SirBlaziken]

635, wow, just wow.

[NTN]

636.

BS stands for BronySpriter.
Duh.
I didn't mean that.
But what could I have expected
from someone like you?

[SirBlaziken]

637, so now your coming after me?

[Hitmonchu]

638. Sorry for not posting, hung out with a friend today.

[SirBlaziken]

639, small talk until morning, anyone? You guys will be doing rp sooner since I'm american, I'll be going into my nightly a coma (Yeah, I sleep that deeply)

[NTN]

640. ((No more rallying calls))



Blazicario narrowed into thin air and teleported, and I had scanned about my clearing and found that the rest were gone as well. I was enraged; they ran away to scurry around this pointless world like idiots! "Why?! Why does this have to be so difficult?! Do they think of me as an enemy...? The Modminions, Modmins, they are dead! We've killed them, we've won! So what purpose is there in this current dimension anymore?! We're done, we've completed our mission! So why do you run?! It's over..." I shouted. Stay in one place, would you, my fellow Memberlanders, and we can start over and kill the Modmins once more in a new world, by new means.

I will find you. I will track you down and if you run, I will pursue you, injure you, and kill you if I have to.
I thought about Robin. He'd always called my abilities "the arcane arts," and always, I'd hated the term. He thinks that my powers consist only of magic? That I'm limited to using it and nothing else? He is wrong. My fighting with magic was only a coincidence. I'm capable of other things, other powers, especially as the Memberland's creator. As such, I can find the others by sensing their Memberland blood. I have a deep connection with it. My mind went dark, and in that darkness, I witnessed each Memberlander's color-coded spiritual avatar in a separate, fuzzy scene. It was a primitive, night-vision setting, how the senses capture things. My hand rippled through Robin's scene, and there was a flash accompanied by a heavy, rising and falling, wiping sound that would exhaust one's ears.

I appeared before Robin, looking him dead in the eye, with subtle confusion at why he'd leave. 

[quack98]

641

\\ I can't tell, is he confused or angry? I don't suppose I can really talk my way out of this one... If I explain why I went, he'll only claim he wasn't making his new world for the reasons we think... Then again, if I don't talk he's probably going to start twisting words to get me to aid him, he knows me better than most, he knows I have conflicting emotions... Is Draghost actually evil? Blaze seems very reclusive, Draghost at least was always friendly enough... I don't know... I just need to say something...\\

"Erm... Hi!?"

\\ Wow, smooth Robin, I don't think you could have chosen a worse way of starting a conversation\\

[Wolstenholme]

642 (Because I'm with Dick at this moment)

I turn around slowly to see Draghost before us.

\\ Draghost?!? How did he find us? What does he want? Truce? - No it will be for more than that he would not travel this far just for a truce...

Does Draghost have something to do with that town? It seems likely. \\

I freeze and wait for Dick to say something.