User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20190327023913


 * By now, an army of crustaceans is ducking underneath the tripwires and clambering up the stairs. Goldfin steps backward, allowing her minions to surround the strange Pegasi.

Goldfin: "I'll be honest with you ponies: that was one of the flimsiest traps I've ever walked into. What made you think any of this was a good idea? And who else is with you?"


 * Flashfire notes that the Ponybot(?) prefers to idle downstairs. It could be that it is standing guard over something...


 * An idea strikes her. She holds out a hand and projects a thin stream of fire down from her claws, which proceeds to snake its way across the floor towards the stairs.


 * Jane smiles at the Vandle, though not in a warm or cheery way. At the same time, a café employee inclined to suspicion approaches.

Jane Neighpier: "No, my aerosol amigo, I am not the same pony I was when we met. I've sorted myself out. My plans to smother Maretropolis in a perfect storm of three-in-one conditioner are permanently under clip and comb. But don't-"

Worker: "Hi, have you not been helped?"


 * Jane draws a muzzled contraption with a prominent scope and points it at the worker, hoof positioned to pull the trigger

Jane Neighpier: "But don't you think for a moment that I'm any less fantastic or 'right' than I was then. This Mane-iac's still got moves! Wahooha!"

Worker: "Ma'am, that's a hairdryer."

Jane Neighpier: "I know what it is!"