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Blackstar waits invisibly in the corridor beyond Frostbite's office, out of sight, out of range, until the little mech that assists her steps out for a bit. It's not the first time he's hovered out here invisibly, waiting; he's slipped in once already when Frostbite had left to hide in odd nooks and crannies about her office some of the red rocks he'd brought back from the planet they'd flown together.
He wonders if she's found any of them yet, and what she's made of them. After returning from their flight together, the temptation to play had just been too strong to resist. He hasn't had that much fun in a Very Long Time.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to stash them everywhere in her office. There had been one room that had been thoroughly warded against his intrusion. Not his specifically, but against the prying of wayward spirits, of which, he definitely qualifies.
Blackstar smirks smugly to himself as the little assistant bustles off down the corridor and vanishes around a corner. Safe enough.
He's quite visible, if a bit transparent, when he leans down, upside down, out of the ceiling above her desk.
"I still say you need a window in here, Frostbite. This view sucks, even for a car."
He wonders if she's found any of them yet, and what she's made of them. After returning from their flight together, the temptation to play had just been too strong to resist. He hasn't had that much fun in a Very Long Time.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to stash them everywhere in her office. There had been one room that had been thoroughly warded against his intrusion. Not his specifically, but against the prying of wayward spirits, of which, he definitely qualifies.
Blackstar smirks smugly to himself as the little assistant bustles off down the corridor and vanishes around a corner. Safe enough.
He's quite visible, if a bit transparent, when he leans down, upside down, out of the ceiling above her desk.
"I still say you need a window in here, Frostbite. This view sucks, even for a car."