User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20190511031501


 * Down, down, down. Into the volcanic trench sinks the Neightalus.


 * Goldfin wipes her brow. That is one way to work up a sweat. Now half an ocean's breadth away from Manehattan, she turns around and launches herself towards the coast.

Flashfire: "I've got you!... Maredevil?"


 * Her encyclopedic knowledge of heroes big and small says that this is a Manehattanite vigilante. Secret identity: unknown.

Flashfire: "Erm... You stay right here. There's a tussle going on."


 * The old pony at the front desk sets down his crossword puzzle. Behind him is a glass display case holding a number of awards won by the school.

Deskpony: "Yes, the princess is in a meeting. Down the hall to your left and take the last right. You'll know you've found her when you see the royal guards."

Death-Stalker: "Hrm. We'll have to be on the lookout for this 'organic organization,' lest they attempt to capitalize on the Power Ponies' defeat at our expense."


 * Manta's eyepiece lights up intensely.

Draft Manta: "Shall I send them a message?"

Death-Stalker: "Belay that. We're setting sail. This port is compromised, and at the least she's seaworthy again."


 * The glow fades from Manta's helmet, and Stalker turns to man the helm. He flicks a number of obscure switches and knobs. Anchors aweigh!