[center][h1][color=5ca6ce]Plasm[/color][/h1][/center]
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It had seemed that, once again, Plasm had internally retreated during a less than desirable moment... like in the middle of conversation. Blasted, she was doing it again. Plasm observes her hands then the highway-men, [color=5ca6ce]"I apologize, it seems I was deep in thought. Hm, yes, I think I'm fine, though quite nude to your standards... Might I ask where my gear is, then my companions. I have some things to discuss... "[/color] Plasm would look around for her belongings, [color=5ca6ce]"A question does accrue to me actually. Who was that strange deep creature? Is he a member of your band of Highway men?"[/color]