[h1]Silver Streaker[/h1]
In the outskirts of the black city, all was peaceful. Despite the situation yesterday, there was nary a dissolution in sight. Instead, a shining figure dropped from the sky, landing on the floor with a thud.

[color=silver][b]"Ouch."[/b][/color] Tim said, getting up. [color=silver][b]"Looks like they ignored that report..."[/b][/color]

He was back. The Silver Streaker was back, and by extension, so was Tim. Tim stretched his Silver body, basking in the sunlight. It'd been a while, after all. It'd actually only been around a day, and Tim was quite used to that. He had a tight schedule, after all. Nevertheless, it was good to be back in Deep Ground, in the shining body of the Silver Streaker.

[color=silver][b]"Those 3 aren't back yet..."[/b][/color] He said, noting their absence. [color=silver][b]"That's good, I guess. Less chance of being reported."[/b][/color]

The Silver Streaker did some stretching exercises before confirming where he was.

[color=silver][b]"Hm... So that way is the black city?"[/b][/color] He said.

There was a dark horizon close by, a night backdrop over a city full of obsidian buildings. Very foreboding, and the moon above made it even more so. It was quite beautiful in it's own way, but most parts had clearly remained unused for some time. 

[color=silver][b]"Well, I kinda wanna see what that invitation was all about..."[/b][/color] The Silver Streaker said, thinking out loud. [color=silver][b]"But I kind of don't."[/b][/color]

Tim had a sense of trepidation. He'd never met a king, but he'd heard that they had certain privileges over normal players, meaning his invitation might'nt have been anything special. He had the feeling that he'd be wasting the time of the black King and his own time if he showed up.

[color=silver][b]"Guess I'll just look around, then."[/b][/color] He shrugged.

Readying himself, the Silver Streaker sped off, eager to explore the black city.