User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150530225724


 * Glaive slumps against the elevator cables as Decibelle's improvised antidote begins to take effect. His trembling steadies, his breathing slows, and his eyes slowly begin to lose their red tinge.*

Butler: Well, HQ's hardware has no doubt suffered a beating during that whole scuffle... I should see what is still intact.

Kick: Do you know where Glaive is, by any chance?

Butler: Last I heard, he was at Chance Industries with two colleagues to track down some escapees from Balkham Asylum.

Kick: Ever busy... Thanks.

* Kick trots briskly after Goldfin, weaving around several of Acolyte's drones along the way.*