User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-7345250-20170920225354

Agent Neighland: "By then, Culture Shock was ready to hightail it. Narrowly eluding a few more incidents, we escorted him away from that-..."


 * He thinks better of finishing that thought, having been warned by the princess.

Agent Neighland: "We escorted him to Equestrian territory."


 * Flashfire leans back against the wall, arms folded.

Flashfire: "Uff... Thank you, Captain. I don't blame you for anything that pony says, but he really rubs me the wrong way."


 * Spearmint stares into the fireplace. He focuses on it. He shuts out the peripheral sight of Nindar. He knows well that Nindar is working her insidious charms, and he has state secrets to protect.


 * He keeps a singular word in the back of his head. One innocuous word. He reminds himself to utter it. If Nindar overreaches her boundaries, there is only the word.

Mr. Spearmint: "I'll hazard a guess it isn't the gaudy knight, the poorly acclimated pilot, the dull brown captain, or the teenage reptile..."


 * He searches his head for a change of subject. An anecdote to change the mood.

Mr. Spearmint: "You know, I was once at someone's disposal contrary to my wishes—held by pirates off the East Giraffrican coast. It was Mistress Mare-velous, one of the great Power Ponies of days past, who came to my rescue."