I hate the ocean, I swear....
Meth snarled under her breath as she glared at the building clouds. With a snap of her tail, the tiefling jumped to her feet. Casting one last glance over her shoulder at Nastia, Meth started to take inventory of her own. The dress-wearing, needle-point wonder: check. Meth turned to look over the deck in search of her team.
Perigrin!
Meth called out for her number two. She needed to know her options of things got any worse.
I wonder if Rengon can swim....
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OOC: Excellent... I was thinking response would go in the comments... does that make sense?
Yup, I was going to suggest that. We have enough features, such as comments, fonts, etc, that we don't need to constantly type out ooc/ic, or any other hybrid of invention.
You don't seem to see Peregrin anywere...
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