User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161019023618


 * Glaive scowls. The culprit couldn't have fled through this door, which he headed for first. There are two possibilities, it would seem: the coward either took to the skies, or he or she escaped over the edge—to an adjacent rooftop, perhaps, or the ground below. Lower windows aren't out of the question either.

* Scanning the skies quickly, Glaive also heads for the likeliest edge of the rooftop and searches for so much as a fleeing shadow.*

* ''Discord gives a gusty, exasperated sigh that manages to push Ironworks and Aroma further away from each other. He stretches his arm toward the horizon as he did minutes ago to retrieve Ironworks's legs.''*

Discord: I'm never having babies! This week!