User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151031051343


 * Golden turns to look at the pony.

Golden Age: "What the hay? Beat it, punk. I'm done with the stage."


 * In an office opposite from the convention center, a certain shady figure nearly smashes the telescope one of his henchponies is using to observe the entrance as he throws his hoof up in outrage.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "WHAT?!"

Stalker spy: [Bzzzt! "It's, uh, definitely her. She's not in uniform, but she just introduced herself onstage. Goldfin is in the convention center."]

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Unbelievable... They knew we were coming. Yes, they knew. Somehow they knew. There can be no other explanation."

Stalker thug: "Does this mean we're calling it quits?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "QUIET!... No, you idiot. This only means that, until now, the lot of you have been failing me. Spread out, my agents, and look for the others. I must know exactly who stands in my way!"

Stalker spy: [Bzzzt! "Got it, boss."]


 * Death-Stalker leans back against the wall and loads his pipe.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "A tech thief before a tech exhibition, and this is what I have to deal with..."

Flashfire: "Blast it!... I think we might be able to trap them all in the orb, but we need Pestilence's attention... and the orb!"