User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-24422626-20160829044858


 * Glaive lifts his communicator and sets it on a private channel with Ironworks.*

[click]

Glaive: "...Gungnir is here. Dazzling and I came in case your tentacles spill into the harbor."

Vega: "Where are you, Black Smith?"

* ''Pix looks doubtful. She peeks out the windshield.''*

Pix: ...We can't leave him. Pop the smoke. It'll be hell running from this anyway.

* She leans back and breathes for a moment, then sets her hoof on the door.*

* Princess Luna nods to the waiter, and presses her hooves together once he is gone.*

Princess Luna: Might there ever come a time, though, when we might consider the web notion anew?