Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26997419-20160413164652/@comment-25908355-20160421115658

Bixbite sits down, legs crossed.

Bixbite: Good. You?

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The sparks intensify, until they are borderline lightning, seeking out any metal around them and causing it to enter a sort of magnetic vortex.

Finally, the vortex calms down and, in a flash of light, a person is there. They had a formal white button shirt and black jeans, with a brown vest over it, along with a blue shield visor over his eyes. On his hands he wore black gloves with blue marks on the tips of his fingers.

On his vest was a ribbon: "White Diamond's Personal Unit".

This was the elite.