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Maus MerryJest said:
"Well hello Manchia ol' chap!" Maus says with a grin that, if it were any wider, would probably cause the top of his head to fall off..."I didn't know you had become pixelated yourself... quite the fad nowadays, it seems. So... how did you get stuck here? and are you two together?" he says, now addressing Brian Virgil Conan... and then realizes his gaffe "as in, travelling companions?"

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(My fur bristled when the Nancy boy started getting all chummy with me...like we were long lost pals or something. His fur smelled familiar, but I didn't remember him. I didn't like anybody having past life experience over me. Oh, these guys were all pikers; I could make 'em dance off the building if I wanted...that wasn't the issue. But maybe there was some memory, some sprite sense I wasn't picking up on. But I'd get my answers soon enough...)

*glares as Maus*

"I'll deal with chummy buns later...
Brian, I'm going to engage in a 'secure' conversation with Ms. Eleven here. And I'm not gonna hurt her...in case her pals start getting hot under the collar. So just make sure no one does anything stupid while we have a private chat. I'll only be a few minutes."

*I attempt to cast a semi-transparent golden globe of force from my spear than engulfs just myself and Eleven. If successful, no one else can hear our conversation ((by any means psionic, deific, etc., so even if we post it, no one should be reacting as if they heard it, other than the GM)). The globe will protect us from any attacks other than first rate energy blasts or potent magic dispels.*

If successfully inside, I ask Eleven...

"When did you last see MasterFlare?

How do you know me?

Is MasterFlare coming here?"

*looks serious as hell*

"Whatever you do, don't lie to me."