User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20150908023308

Golden Age: "Oh... Do the two of you just not talk?"

Jane Neighpier: "Nope! You can leave now."


 * Without a moment's delay, the former Mane-iac shoves the hotel pony out the door and slams it shut behind him. She then pulls up an armchair and takes a seat.

Jane Neighpier: "Soooo... I bet Chancey here's brought you all together for a reason. Something... illicit? I won't tell, I swear."


 * She crosses her heart, flaps her hooves, and apparently sticks something into her eye.


 * The room starts to quiet down.


 * Death-Stalker stands on the roof of the building across from Wynn's office and finishes tweaking his copy of Folderol's machine. The built-in communicator needed some modification before it could make this call.


 * A faint crackle is audible.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "...Are you there?"

???: "What?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I have a proposition for-"

???: "A proposition? As in... a job? Pardon me, but I am happily employed."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Don't play coy with me. I know who you are."

???: "Excuse me?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I got your number from Wynn."

???: "My business with Neighson Wynn is done."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Good. Now that you're not busy, maybe you'd like to hear what the stallion who killed Sal Mareoni has to say..."

???: "I knew it was a trap. I will not fall for another of your stratagems."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Mareoni and Cobbletrot are local bosses—they owned this city. But you? You're international. You have no borders. There is nothing I can take from you but your life, and why should that life matter to me?"

???: "Because it can end yours."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "You cannot threaten me."

???: "I can if I wish it."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Pah! I am-"

???: "I know what you are."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Then you understand what I can do with only a touch!"

???: "The only question here is whether you know what I can do to a pony with my touch."


 * Death-Stalker growls. For a moment, he is at a loss for words.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I am calling you with a job, aren't I?"

???: "Let me guess. Security."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Astute of you. Yes, I lost some muscle during my bout with the Power Ponies, and I intend to replace it."

???: "And you think yourself capable?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I know Wynn's entire directory. Not everyone has your... insight."