User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141204224308


 * The Butler, who has been waiting behind Captain Orbit for the past couple minutes, steps up.*

Butler: I will take your cloak, sir.

Glaive: Oh. Thanks...

* ''Glaive slips off his snow-dampened cloak and gives it to Butler. His right foreleg, mutated to metallicity, is no longer concealed.''*

Glaive: Captain, where is your meeting r--

* ''His sentence is cut off as a crash rocks HQ. Emergency alarms begin to sound as several fire control drones are ejected from hidden kiosks in the walls and outer roof. The drones whizz to Acolyte's crash site, which isn't even far from the front door, spraying foam over small blazes.''*