User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190428033452


 * Glaive grunts, pulling his face out of the fluff to look at Inari. He flexes his leg experimentally and turns his ears left and right, as though realizing the rest of his senses are just a little more lacking now.*

Glaive: "I feel different. Like... I've lost some of my touch."

* Again he tries to stand, stumbling like a newborn colt.*

* Kick and Lucid take a moment to ensure the room is clear.*

Kick: "Alright, officer. I guess we'd best see what was afoot under the cameras."

Butler: "Right, Mr. Rat-Pony. I can beam you up to HQ first, if you'd like to avail yourself of what equipment and other assistance we can offer. I'm hoping to bring back some help in just a moment."

[click]

Butler: "Madam Flashfire, what is going on..?"

* ''Force Filly—along with Sylva soon after—comes upon the distant edge of the swamp, where the footing gets mucky and the twisted trees impede further flight. The good news is that the villainous posse's hoofprints are quite easy to track in this ooze, or at least will be for a few minutes more.''

* ''The bad news is that they soon break off from each other, leading in at least a dozen directions. Those damned dolls...''*

Honor: "I... still don't really know what you did."

* The fletcher looks down slightly, as though a bit frightened to mention those events again.*