User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160728173859


 * As the spotted Earth pony crosses the tracks, it becomes clear that the figure in the black coat is not a pony at all—and that he is of rather diminutive stature for a griffon. Over his coat is a pair of wings so dark that they blend right in, and his eyes are a particularly unfriendly shade of red.


 * But most striking of all is his beak. For all his sinister garb and diabolical glare, his menace is offset by what appears, almost comically, to be... a duck's bill.


 * He answers the pony, his voice very regal and grandiose.

Strange griffon: "I don't wish to give offense, madam, but I would not flatter myself so. These good ponies are not here for the sake of criminals and jailbirds like yourself."


 * He gestures to one of the carriages. The ponies behind him toss down a crate labeled "DANGER: EXPLOSIVE."

Golden Age: "I am not brushing you off. I just want to know what's got snowball here in a tizzy..."


 * She clicks her communicator and listens in.

Golden Age: "What I want is to continue doing my job, even if you mean to stop me. Ha! Yeah, now look who's making it about himself."


 * Flashfire is waiting, arms folded.

Flashfire: "I thought I heard Glaive over the comm. The three of us ought to be a good-enough team."