User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150227214856


 * Goldfin levitates a nearby chair. Sure enough, her aura is gold again.

Phew... Glad that's over.


 * Two ponies in detectivesque overcoats enter the alley, wherein they find the remains of Hell Phoenix's victims. A bright jalopy sits behind them, playing oldish jazz from the radio. One of the ponies, clearly a mare, chews on a lollipop as though she is trying to shake a smoking habit.

Mare: "Just when we thought things were going back to the way they used to be... What do you make of this?"

Stallion: "Confusion."

Mare: "Yours or theirs?"

Stallion: "Everyone's. Does it look like forensics has been here? They'll have quite a job too. It's hard to tell just what killed this one."

Mare: "Not a suicide then?"


 * The stallion is not even sure he wants to dignify that suggestion with a response.

Mare: "Yeah, definitely a murder."