((OOS: I'm going to assume that Matt is talking to someone else or off by himself since JM isn't replying.))
Guy: Irvine, you have asked Matt about this, right? Becoming his master, as it were?
*At that moment, in the distance directly behind Irvine's head, red sparks shoot up into the air with a distant crack. They form themselves into brilliant white stars. The stars are arranged to spell out four words*
RUN WHITE HAT RUN
Last edited by Redwing; 07-28-2004 at 10:19 PM.