User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-5837525-20151114001948

(Once he's lowered to the ground -- dropped, rather -- Star-Lord rises back to his hooves.)

Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, "Jungle Kid".

(His communicator suddenly buzzes.)

Gamora: ''Quill. Come in.''

[click]

Star-Lord: Ow... Yeah, what's up?

Gamora: You'd better come outside.

Star-Lord: *groan* Be right there.

(As Star-Lord gallops to the HQ entrance, Orbit helps Vandle to the infirmary.)

(Once outside, Star-Lord steps to Gamora's side and beholds the hell currently befalling the city from above.)

Star-Lord: Oh, you've gotta be kidding me...

Gamora: Fire up the Milano. We've work to do.

Star-Lord: Don't have to tell me twice...!

(Back at Stabelle Reve, Gale guides Decibelle to the exit.)

Decibelle: Thanks again, Captain Gale. And... take care of Bedew.

Gale: That's Warden Strange's job. ...But whatever. See ya.

(Gale heads back inside the facility while Decibelle takes out her comm again.)

[click]

Decibelle: HQ, come in. This is Decibelle. Is anyone... there?

(As she looks out in Manehattan's general direction, she can barely make out the giant black cloud hovering over the cityscape.)

Decibelle: What is that...?

Blackthorn: That is a great relief to hear. The sooner this ne'er-do-well is apprehended, the better. Pardon my being forward, your Majesty, but have you been to see Prince Bramble yet? He has looked forward to your safe return even more than I.