User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150211035101


 * The Butler responds to Serra's call—of course, since the speaker is by her mouth, his voice comes through quietly and on the wrong end.  *

[click]

Butler: Miss Serra, could you speak up a bit, please? I can hardly hear you.

* Discord rolls his eyes.*

What are you babbling about? That's hardly necessary. I'm sorry, Parlys, but I don't think it's all that prudent to let you return to Equestria unless you've reformed. I don't think that's happened yet. Look what Fuzzy Wuzzy drew for me!

* ''He lifts up Fuzzy Wuzzy's ink drawing. It's a crude, mosaicesque, moving depiction of Parlys drinking potion from Discord's bottle. The inked figure of the changeling diviner takes one shot of potion, regrows his horn and wings, and takes another swig before changing back to "Rosebud". The drawing's animation begins to repeat itself as Discord lowers the leaf-canvas, looking rather disappointed.''*

Sigh... Don't make me put you back in the outhouse, Parlys. Do you know why I'm giving you a chance here? I know what it feels like to be confined, trapped in a prison because of things I did. It's not fun, and I don't want to have to do that to someone as intelligent and interesting as you are when you could be reformed instead. Do you understand what I'm saying..?

Glaive: Sure. Just thought it would be a good idea to show you what I was hearing...

* After a moment of silence, Glaive perks up again.*

Hey, Ironworks, while we're waiting, could I look at your painting..?