User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150222021711


 * Eris's flurry of snowballs whitens many of Discord's ponies, but they manage to build a thick wall tall enough to shield themselves, and some even begin tunneling under the deep snow to ambush Eris's team from behind. Tempest manages to nail Discord's female counterpart in the back of the head.  *

* Glaive rises from his seat.*

Glaive: I'm not sure if she would be willing to go through with this...

* Lucid stirs on his bed.*

Lucid: Does she want her rep back or not?

Glaive: ...I'd have to ask her about it first.

Vega: Fine by us. If Goldfin is willing, let us know.

Glaive: Are you sure you'd be able to stage a riot and keep it controlled..?

Vega: You've forgotten the last time we had to do something like this.

Kick: Balkham Asylum? It wouldn't take much at all to start a riot there. And we'd be standing by in case anypony gets too close to actually escaping.

Glaive: Okay. I trust you. I'll be heading out now—see you all later.

* ''After Glaive bids his friends goodbye, he leaves the room and steps out of the tavern. He pulls out his communicator.''*

[click]

Glaive: Butler? Please 'port me to the Rusty Roost bar in Maretropolis.

Butler: Right away, sir.

* A few moments later, Glaive is standing in front of Gretchen's establishment.*