User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150529204529


 * Goldfin notices her communicator buzzing and resurfaces in the bay.

[Click]

Sorry, guys. I was out for a swim. What's up?


 * By the end of the hour, Jane is pacing back and forth in front of a motley line of criminals.

Jane: "Alright, gang! We may have missed the Trotham robot crisis, but here's another one, so it's finally our time to shine. Whos' ready to kick some metallic plot?"


 * A pony raises a hoof.

Jane: "I like your enthusiasm, Nurse."

Nurse Brokenheart: "I want to leave."

Jane: "But Nuuurse..."

Nurse Brokenheart: "I have the combat experience of the average pencil."

Jane: "Fine. But don't come crawling to me if the robots come for you next."

Nurse Brokenheart: "Right."


 * Brokenheart trots away from the line.

Jane: "Alright... what about you B-listers? Who's ready for this?"

Cinderbuck: "Graaaahhh!"

Mad-Saddle Mod: "If by B-listers you mean bang-up—"

Jane: "Wait, what?!"


 * Jane quickly surveys her line again.

Jane: "You guys aren't even B-list bad guys! You're like... D-list at best. Am I supposed to believe that of all the villains in Maretropolis, only the rejects that nopony else will take are willing to answer my call anymore?"


 * A top hat floats down into the line, and a cloaked zebra of a strange aquamarine coloration steps rise out of the topper.

Mambo Jambo: "Fillies and gentlecolts! Ponies of all ages! I have got an amazing show for you tonight!"

Jane: "Oh, for Pete's sake!"