User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7345250-20170501222656


 * Eroma's response is reserved and vaguely quizzical.

Eroma: "Is it?"


 * Flashfire makes a steeple of her claws at this. She has not known this strange pony for long, but she has no idea how to read her. She cannot tell if Eroma is trying to be antagonistic, or funny, or confused, or something else entirely.

Flashfire: "Er... Let's go with yes. Light and I just got back from Crab Peak, where we took down a ninja contractor and learned about his villainous client."


 * Eroma's pose is stony. It is very difficult to tell how much of this she understands and what she thinks of what she does. Positively alien.

Eroma: "That's nice. Is the client dangerous to society?"


 * Flashfire briefly bites her lip, also finding it difficult to relax under this being's gaze.

Flashfire: "Aha... Yes. Very much so. Arresting him is the next priority. Apparently, he's an alchemist and a ruthless killer of one at that. Totally rotten."

Eroma: "And strong?"

Flashfire: "Eh, probably? I'm not expecting it to be an easy job."


 * Eroma pauses, privately contemplating the night before last's lessons on the strong and the weak. It is the fate of the strong to do battle, it seems. To do battle over the fates of the weak. Thus, each has a purpose. It is a contest.

Eroma: "I think I would like to meet this villain."

Flashfire: "Um, what? I don't think so."

Eroma: "Why-ever not? Here I am, caught up in the scheme of life with a deluded changeling for a father and a pile of broken shards for a mother. According to them, my purpose is merely to be—you will admit this is unsuitable for a living creature. Therefore, you must concede I have the right to find myself in terms of what is strong and weak, good and... rotten."


 * It would seem Eroma's vocabulary has improved. And her boldness. She seems to be trying to speak with some kind of authority, and this leaves Flashfire puzzled.

Flashfire: "Whoa, where is this coming from? Yesterday, you were-..."


 * Flashfire hesitates to finish that thought.


 * The graceful mare cracks a faint grin.

Eroma: "Does it matter? I fully intend to be more than a work of art."