User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150426031113


 * Discord smirks slightly, waiting to see how the changeling magi will respond to Goldfin's sudden push.*

* ''Glaive, Shimmerspark, and Nycto step onto the teleporter pad. Glaive enters the coordinates and beams his little group down.''

* ''The trio rematerialize in Trotham, in front of the Timber Fang Tavern. They are soon approached by the alley bum whom Strongheart and Goldfin ran into some time ago. The hoodie-wearing stallion raises his beer and is about to burble, when...''*

''Glaive: Chuckle... ''Don't worry, Wraithesnick. It's me.

* ''The "bum" frowns, peels some twists of plaster off his face, and blinks his contact lenses out. After some chin stubble is scraped away and the hood thrown back, a bat-pony stands before Glaive. Rather than a pair of bat-wings, he has a curved horn on his forehead.''*

Wraithesnick: ...Awh. Was I that obvious about it..?

Glaive: You were fine. I guess I just recognized you anyway.

Wraithesnick: If you say so...

Glaive: By the way, I was wondering... I pointed a tall white mare and a navy blue unicorn this way a while ago. Acquaintances of mine. Did you see them?

Wraithesnick: Yep. Pointed 'em to the tavern.

Glaive: Good to know. I'll see you around, Wraith.

Wraithesnick: Oh, you should know... Lucid and Vega were out yesterday. They were expected back within a couple hours, but they still haven't returned, and they're not picking up their communicators. Kick's getting worried.

Glaive: ...I see. Thanks for telling me. Keep an eye out.

* ''Wraithesnick nods, re-applies his getup within a minute, and goes to lean on a nearby wall. Glaive nudges Shimmerspark and leads her inside with Nycto in tow.''*