User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150426211700

Discord: Yes, let's be off. Your HQ smells better, anyway. Gudbai, Chryssie.

* ''The draconequus snaps his talons, and the party is off. They rematerialize in HQ's lounge.''*

Discord: Ho hum. The end of one problem gives rise to another, it seems...

* ''After Glaive and Shimmerspark weave their way through the tavern (Nycto perches on a still-burning wall torch from which he can singe the tails of passerby), they reach Kick's door. Glaive's knock is answered quickly by the bat-pony mare, who opens the door and embraces him.''*

Kick: It's good to see you.

Glaive: You too, Kick. I heard from Wraith that Lucid and Vega are missing...

* Kick steps back.*

Kick: They will have been for over a day now. Normally I wouldn't be concerned, but the fact that they aren't answering their communicators when they are always keen to... They're ones to keep in touch.

Glaive: If they don't return tonight, assume something is wrong. They may need finding.

Kick: Will do.

* Glaive nudges Shimmerspark, who shuffles forward nervously.*

Glaive: Kick, this is Shimmerspark. Shimmerspark, this is my friend.

* The filly gulps and extends a hoof, which Kick bumps with her own.*

Shimmerspark: Er... Hi, Kick.

Kick: Imma call you Shimmy. Is that fine by you?

Shimmerspark: Yeah... I like it.

Kick: Cool. We'll keep an eye on you, and you'll learn a lot with us. You can meet Lucid and Vega too, when they get back. How's that sound, kid?

Shimmerspark: Good... Thank you.

Kick: Think nothing of it. Your room is this way.

Shimmerspark: My... My room..?

Kick: Yep. Glaive left his open when he ran off to Maretropolis to play with the big ponies. We're gonna make a new life for you here, you and I.

* Shimmerspark is still blinking and stuttering as Kick smirks and leads her through the door.*

* ''Lucid is roused from his uncomfortable but managed sleep once again as a heavy, feathery form is shoved into him. By the time he and Vega have opened their eyes, the door to their cell has  slammed shut again, leaving only the dim candlelight. Lucid blinks and looks down by his hind hooves—there lie two griffons, both bleeding and out cold.''*

Vega: Damn... It's Berhertz and Mortos Thule.

Lucid:  Ergh... Really? Oh, you're right. Only Berhertz is facing me, though. Is that what Mortos' rump looks like? The only one I can recognize on sight is yours.

Vega: Shut up... But what would those ponies want with these two? They aren't... like us.

Lucid: Nothing makes sense. Kick is taking awhile, too.

Vega: She knows by now, I'm sure. Let's hope help is on the way.

Lucid: I have to pee.

Vega: ...How you've been able to sleep like that is beyond me.

Lucid: It's skill. Anyway, Berhertz's beak is open. You think I should risk it..?

Vega: ...Don't. Just... don't.