User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161031035411


 * Zeiss scoffs, touches a hoof to his goggles—the frame flashes bright white—and turns on Kick, spraying some sort of gas in her face from a device hidden under his coat sleeve. The cuffed vigilante struggles, but only a moment later she drops limp into his waiting hooves.*

Zeiss: Worse luck next time.

* The villain drops a smoke bomb and disappears amid the thick cloud.*

* Butler straightens, a little miffed at Orbit's all-too-sudden departure.*

Butler: Well, Madam, I would be happy show you to a guest room. Alternatively... there is a whirl in the training chamber to be had.