User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5015799-20141211224101

Dark Shadow let out a little chuckle.

Dark Shadow: "You seem to have more than one special talent, Freeheart"

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The Mask stopped next to Sierra.

The Mask: "No problem missy! A superhero's gotta domhis duties!"

A wide friendly, and somewhat cartonny, grin formed on his face.

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Rocket: "Quill! It looks like the robbers have been dealt with. The Mask is now outside the museum"

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''Silvermane took a sip from his coffee at his office. He seemed to be waiting for something.

After a few minutes, he looked up and saw a Changeling wearing night vision goggles with orange lenses and a black concealing cloak.''

Silvermane: "I can see why they call you "Spymaster""

Spymaster: "Just give me the money and I'll be off"

Silvermane: "First the items I ordered you to retrieve"

''Spymaster dumped a few bags on Silvermane's desk. Some contained money, others contained weapons and technology.''

Spymaster: "I managed to snag everything from Falconeigh's old place. Well, everything the Mane-iacs didn't put their hooves on. It wasn't easy. There was a huge cyborg unicorn there. I don't think he worked for the Mane-iacs. The goons didn't seem to like him"

Silvermane: "Nevertheless, well done"

Silvermane handed Spymaster a large bag of bits.

Spymaster: "You're glad he's dead, aren't you? Ol' Falconeigh?"

Silvermane: "A bit. Long story short, he was a nuisance"

Spymaster: "I get ya'. Still can't believe something that gruesome happened to him. Not like I care, though"

Without any further ado, Spymaster jumped back into the vents and disappeared completely.