User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20181029010317


 * The funny thing about the sub-photic sea is that time is alien. There are no regular events to mark its passing, no sunrise or sunset, except maybe the frigid current that stirs the blackness.


 * As far as Goldfin can tell, she has been sleeping down here for months. Or perhaps only a few minutes. Her only timepiece with which to tell is her unreliable circadian clock.


 * As always, she is reluctant to awaken. The ocean exercises a hold over her—close, cold, and cruel. To rise from the seafloor is to challenge the overlying void, and sometimes she has to wonder whether she would be more comfortable hidden beneath it forever. But alas, she is Goldfin, and Goldfin lives to be seen.


 * Within the hour, the aqua-pony supreme plants her hooves on the docks of Manehattan. She makes no effort to dry herself yet, almost saddened to see the water dripping away.

[Click]

Goldfin: "...Morning, right? Are you guys up? What's the word from Research?"


 * Dances in Dust and Dr. Petri scramble through the exit without any difficulty. With the snakes having been soundly defeated on the way in, they have nothing to fear.


 * Agent Neighland is flapping close behind them, glancing around furtively and jumping at phantoms.

Agent Neighland: "Don't go near that spider! I don't like the look of it..."

Dances in Dust: "Hurry up, you buffoon!"


 * While they make their exit, the battle rages on in the laboratory. Glaive successfully smothers his opponent into a pure-Kirin faint. Goldenheart's target thrashes about wildly and shoots several beams of fire at her.


 * The other Nirik abandon their pursuit for Inari, quitting out of frustration. Her song confuses them. They turn their burning gazes to Glaive and Goldenheart instead, and forward they pounce.