User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150611162947

[Momentarily taking control of Butler -- with permission from NoktiKlepto.]

Orbit: You too, my friend. Did I catch you in the middle of something?

Butler: Not at all, sir. Simply bringing the base back to working order -- as best I can, in any case.

Orbit: As diligent as always. Might I borrow for a moment?

Butler: Of course, Master Orbit. How may I assist you?

Orbit: I need to inform Serra's superiors -- and... possibly next of kin -- in Draynia of her passing. Can you take a letter.

Butler: Certainly. And if I may, sir, I extend my deepest condolences for your loss. I know how special Mistres Serra was to you.

Orbit: ...Thank you.

Decibelle: By then, it could've been too late to apprehend the criminals. They would've been long gone. Considering how dangerous these criminals are, what good would a search warrant do anyway...?

Teenage Mare: 92... 91...... 90............

(The mare lying on the operating table drifts off in her counting and falls to sleep.)