User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180111031221


 * Golden Age casts a wary eye at the communicator.

[Click]

Golden Age: "I didn't rest all that well. Why? Do you need me somewhere?"


 * The pony formerly known as Eroma is in the prison block when the alarm reaches her ear. She has been occupied lately with the strange being she found behind the bars here, who sits calmly in no hurry to escape: a sleek, hound-like goat with metal hooves.

Dr. Naaa: "I think that is your call."

Force Filly: "The last time I heard it, we were being invaded."

Dr. Naaa: "Is that what all the ruckus was? Oh well. Take the fight to them this time."


 * Force Filly turns to leave but pauses to look back at him curiously.

Dr. Naaa: "I am curious to find out what kind of pony you will become. I do not think the result will be very satisfying if you are to remain cooped up in this place... with me."

Force Filly: "I still don't understand why you're here if I shouldn't be."

Dr. Naaa: "You will someday soon. Go."


 * With that, Force Filly glides off to join with the other heroes.


 * Upon entering, Spearmint stands tall and regards the other partygoers with an air of dignity, letting it be known that he belongs here. Flashfire gives the skeletal vamponies a leery eye. They remind her of someone she profoundly dislikes.

Flashfire: "I don't suppose those ones are here for the punch bowl."

Mr. Spearmint: "Why don't you stay close to me, boy? I wouldn't want you... raising any eyebrows."


 * Speaking to Hawkwing, he moves to lead him on among the modern folk.