User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160704193110

''The tendril shies back, even as the walls and floor of the room shudder with Goldfin's assault. Wounded, the tendril flees, moving even deeper into the ship.''

Nero: "Did you feel that?"

Shelly: "No Sir."

Inari: "No we are right here, and will meet you at your vessal, at your earliest conveince."

The insubstantial van shoots off through traffic to arrive at Dr. Mid-Nite's boat without any more trouble, passing through cars and red lights alike.