User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20181006051540


 * The Kirin utters a silent gasp and tries to leap away. Otherwise, none of the creatures exhibit any emotion.

Agent Neighland: "I'm getting Petri out of here. Come."


 * He hastens for the exit, Dances in Dust close behind him.


 * Moo Min-Yon focuses his attention on the ominous presence harassing his escort. Or rather, he focuses on the escort itself. Reaching into his robes, he removes a pouch and wildly flings the aqua-blue powder within upon the eight Kirin.

Moo Min-Yon: "It would seem you are challenged, my companions! Will you take these insults sitting down? Lift up your voices, my Nirik, for your master's honor and yours!"


 *  The powder, evidently, some form of foal's-breath, precipitates a change in the Kirin. Their blank expressions yield to fright, and exhilaration, and indignity in varying proportions. They murmur amongst themselves and sing obscenities back at the malicious presence, becoming more maliciously inclined themselves.


 * The Kirins' appearances shift to reflect the change. Their eyes turn pearly-white, their coats darken to black, their manes rise into living fire, and their teeth extend into wicked fangs. Then, embracing their explosive rage, the Nirik bound and race all over the balcony to incinerate the offending fox if she be there.