User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190327053436


 * Moraearty scoffs dismissively at Goldenheart.*

Moraearty: "You don't survive in the business of power by being soft and stupid, Miss Change-of-heart. Only remember why we began this engagement. Besides..."

* The zebra approaches her, lifting Glaive's tri-blade from the bloodstained grass and turning it over in his hooves.*

Moraearty: "...What ever happened to taking your prize off his corpse?"

* Kick throws open the window in question and turns to the console, banking on her hacker's training to try and see what it's counting down to—and, probably more importantly, whether it can be stopped.*

* Lucid, uninformed of the countdown but keenly aware of the crescendoing humming, is already peering through one of the top-floor windows in an attempt to spot any of the supposed lawpony hostages.*

[click]

Butler: " Madam Flashfire, are you in need of assistance or an emergency exit? "