Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171106235717

(BT) The Ignis in the glass chuckles soundlessly as she disperses. Soon words made of fire begin to write their way across the Knight's helm.

[I am a Magic Weapon, and I chose my friend here much like your own Magic Tool chose you.] The words fade and are replaced with the next to prevent overcrowding and an uncomfortable decrease in Font size, [That should be a satisfactory answer, yes?]

The Knight shifts, "Grrr..."

[I agree, it's only right we get to ask our own question. Would you be willing to tell us why you are following us? There probably aren't many Blue Team members left, but to dilly dally risks the clock running out, sir."