User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141222045731


 * Yet another alarm blares in HQ. Once again, Glaive and Butler turn to the console; the screen is streaming with reports and camera feeds of a highly dangerous inmate's escape from Balkham. Glaive sighs and removes Ironworks's camouflage armor.*

Glaive: I'm heading for the Asylum to see what I can do. Hopefully the police have the rooftop threat under control.

Butler: Very well. Take care, and keep your communicator on, Sir Glaive.

* ''The pegasus nods and briskly trots to his room, where he dons a light harness of gear. Then he pulls on a dark hooded cloak and makes his way outside, where he leaps off HQ's cloud into the snowy night sky.''*

* ''Meanwhile, at Balkham Asylum, alarms are wailing their lockdown calls. Inmates are pushed and secured inside their cells and containment rooms, though the guards can do nothing to stop the victorious hooting, hollering, and taunting that fills the halls in the wake of Bloodstorm's escape.''

''Inside the care ward, however, a newly re-transferred inmate lies quietly in his bed. His eyes are closed as he listens to the clamor outside.''

"You mad!? Haha!"

"Who got out, huh? Gimme his name, so I can buy him a drink when I get out of this hellhole!"

"Are you scared? You should be! Wait till we all get free!"

''The white pegasus smiles. He can practically feel the guards' frustration, and the bubbling of emotions outside. Though he is held down by the straps stretched over his blanket, his spirit remains unfettered.''

''He's back. Here's home.''*