User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-5837525-20170503024138

(Decibelle's body began to feel like pudding, her hooves like limp noodles. She bites her lower lip.)

Decibelle: Ahh... Y-Yeah, actually... That feels... r-really nice...

(Orbit grits his teeth. With a mere utterance of a name, he was powerless.)

Orbit: ...Power Ponies. Stand down.

Star-Lord: Eh? I don't get it. Is this guy a big deal?

Orbit: If he indeed belongs to Clan Di Dracaru... that makes him a Trotsylvanian diplomat. If he denies any involvement in this auction and we have no evidence linking him to it, we can't touch him.

Star-Lord: What?! That's a complete load! Him simply being here should be evidence enough! We can't just let him walk out the door!

Orbit: I know full well what what letting him leave implies, Star-Lord! But if we take him in now without just cause, we risk sparking an international incident! It's officially out of our hooves!

(Orbit calms himself after his outburst and meets Raizel's eye once more.)

Orbit: ...But make no mistake, your Excellence. If I find out that you were involved in my friend's disappearance, no international law will shield you.