User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160928025726


 * Kick and Lucid hang up their cloaks and weapons and wordlessly proceed into their own stalls.*

* ''The crash is only the first misfortune, it seems. The police car's engine block is heavily damaged and thus susceptible to Pix's next move; as smoke begins to rise, a black inky substance starts dripping from the air conditioning vents and onto the police officers, who quickly find themselves inked and shocked to no end! ''*

* Glaive rests a hoof on Snowy's shoulder.*

Glaive: I'm sorry. I've been thinking about you. I'm always here if you need to talk.

* Nettledew nods, satisfied.*

Nettledew: Thank you... Strongheart. Now, what do you seek? You and Honor come bearing weapons. Not for me, I hope.