User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161104161900

Scientist 1: We will, believe me.

Scientist 2: Keep an eye out for Dr. Tapp—the one those toughs dragged off by the collar. He's a peeve and an eccentric, but... well, at least he's good in the lab.

Scientist 1: Will that be all, then?

* Kick comes to in a room.

* ''Open those eyes... good. It's dark in here. She gets her bearings. Up is straight forward. Her head isn't obeying her command to turn yet, but she's strapped on some sort of rack which her back says is made of chainlink fencing.''

* ''Kick closes her eyes and studies the sounds and smells of her prison. She clicks her tongue. Sounds like a small room, though the walls must be dampened against acoustics. The air is tinged with the smell of sterilizing fluid and hydroflouric acid.''

* ''The vigilante bites her lip and curses. Considering her history and the history of her capturer... there is only one place this place can be.''*

* Butler bows and departs.

* ''Aroma looks upon the standard arrangement of an HQ guest suite. It's spacious, well furnished, and warmly lit, with a large window overlooking the city. The bed even expands as she enters, as if sensing that her alicornesque build will probably require something larger than a queen.''*

* Glaive sips his smoothie and turns to Flashfire in Aroma's absence.*

Glaive: So, I finished those analyses.

* Nettledew beams.*

Nettledew: You are very welcome. I look forward to seeing your work. Now... dinner?