User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150220230909


 * Glaive thanks Kick and steps through the door, closing it behind him. He finds himself in a short candlelit hallway and chooses the closest door. Inside the darkened room beyond is a cot and a setup of several computers. Sitting in the monitors' glow is another bat-pony. He turns to Glaive, recognizes him, and grins. The two bump hooves.*

Glaive: You don't look too shabby, Vega.

Vega: Heh, thanks. You're looking good too. How are things in Maretropolis?

Glaive: There are always things brewing, but it's going alright.

* The other stallion'' nods understandingly, brushing his two-tone dark grey mane aside. The purple of his eyes is as deep as that of Glaive's cloak. Vega strokes his chin thoughtfully, glancing over Glaive's bat-pony eyes and ears.''*

Vega: ...I see you've finally taken off that accursed ring.

Glaive: Er... yeah.

Vega: Lucid is over there.

* He nods toward a blanketed lump on the cot.*

Glaive: Always sleeping, eh?

Vega: He just got back from an evening flight.

Glaive: I see...

Discord: ...Wat? I think it's clear, Ironworks, that these fellows aren't full-time anarchy fighters like your friends over at JLE. I'll let them have horned helmets, maybe, but at the very least, I think I'm going to spend some time with them before I give them anything more.