User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150227191350


 * The black crystals shoot straight through the Cheshire Cat's form and stick out through his still-grinning teeth. He couldn't care less, though.*

If that was it, I must remark that your taste in "art" seems rather gruesome.

* He taps the end of the crystal spear.*

Glaive: Appreciated, Vega.

Vega: No problem. Good luck getting Goldfin's name cleared.

Glaive: Thanks... I'll be returning to Maretropolis now. It was nice seeing you all again... and I'll try to visit again soon.

Kick: You'd better!

Lucid: What she said. And if you ever need a few extra hooves over there, you know who to call.

Glaive: Of course.

* ''Glaive exchanges hoof bumps with Lucid and Vega. Kick offers him a hug, which he gladly returns. Then Glaive leaves the tavern and pulls out his communicator.''*

[click]

Glaive: Butler? I'm ready to come home.

Butler: Right away, sir.

* With a flash and some crackle, Glaive is gone.*