User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150403213601

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Goldfin: "You know what I mean. You belong in the loony bin."


 * Gretchen polishes the bar uninterestedly. The bookmaker and the bouncer have yet to arrive, so she is on her own for now. She has already done her shopping, so there is nothing to do but watch the televised roller derby and... yes, polish the bar.


 * And then out of the corner of her eye, she notices a strange blue figure sitting at the other side of the room, absentmindedly chewing on the end of its pipe.

Captain Death-Stalker: "...Got a moment?"

Gretchen: "What the heck are you supposed to be?"

Captain Death-Stalker: "Call me Davy. Davy Jones. A friend of Goldfin's."

Gretchen: "Tch. I wonder why."

Captain Death-Stalker: "Likewise. But as things stand, it as though we were made for each other— the sea and its queen— a strange combination but also a fallible one. She, by her own word, has belonged to the sea ever since the day of her accident. So what can come of her power, should she elude my oversight? In her disgrace, she has forsaken her throne."

Gretchen: "You've lost me."


 * The captain narrows his eyes.

Captain Death-Stalker: "I must know where she is."