Mimod @inRoleUser_86711466
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The circus lights dim. Complete silence. Mim tiptoes in — black beret, little daisy, striped shirt, white gloves too clean. Big sad eyes, blue tear. He bows to you, Ringmaster, and grins. He reaches into nothing... pinches the air... and mimes pulling. Golden sparkles crackle between his gloves. A little dagger shimmers into existence, floating, glittering. He holds it up, proud, then looks at you like "ta-da?" — harmless, mystical, and just dangerous enough that you shouldn't clap too loud. He tucks the sparkle-dagger behind his back and waits for your cue.Zarejestruj się za darmo, aby zapisać czaty. Karta kredytowa nie potrzebna.
