User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20190508041824


 * Strange...


 * Goldfin dives down and tests her magic. Now that she knows the beast projects an anti-magic field, she ought to be able to locate it as a matter of hot-and-cold... if it is even still here.

Stalker: "You won't waste away overnight... so long as you can behave yourself. Stay true to your chemicals, and do not tamper with my devices. I will know."


 * He briefly pokes his head straight through the deck and looks around the galley below. Apparently, he does not find what he is searching for. He lifts his copycat Omnisquito to his muzzle.

[Clank]

Stalker: "This is the captain speaking. Where in Equestria are you, bottom-dweller? You're supposed to be working."

???: "My bad, 'captain.'"


 * The voice does not come from the Omnisquito but from the open door to the captain's quarters. There, two eerily wide red eyes shine brightly from a shape that is otherwise shrouded in darkness, putting even Long-Face's visage to shame.


 * The voice itself is no more comforting—deep and distorted as if sealed in a can.

???: "I had some harpoons in need of whetting. Who's the guests?"

Stalker: "Ventri, Harvey... Meet Draft Manta."