User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150425151115

Orbit: I... have a bit of troubling news. Do you remember the changeling named Parlys the Pale?

Twilight: The guy who tried to make wall furnishings out of me and the other princesses? How could I forget?

Orbit: I'm afraid that... he's escaped captivity.

Twilight: ...Oh, boy. That is troubling. Do you know where he is?

Orbit: My teammates are currently investigating the matter in the Badlands. We hope to find out more soon.

Twilight: I see...

Orbit: Do you perhaps need a protective detail?

Twilight: I'll be alright. Thank you for your concern. And for informing me.

Orbit: Of course. If it's not too much trouble, could you please inform Princess Luna in Canterlot? I would do so myself, but the moon princess was pretty adamant against installing this method of communication in the castle.

Twilight: Sure. I'll have Spike send a letter right away.

Orbit: Thank you. Be safe, princess.

Twilight: You too, Captain.

(As she trots through the busy Las Pegasus streets, Freeheart passes by only a handful of familiar faces -- the owners of her favorite bakery, some old friends from med school. She was grateful for the occasional distraction on her way to her old house. The closer it came, the more anxious she was. After waving goodbye to one of her old friends, she turns down a particular street into a residential area. It had been a few years, but everything looked almost exactly the same. Before long, it comes into view -- Freeheart's house.)

Freeheart: *gulp*

(Ten, closer to the "flashbang" than Jack was, receives a considerable shock to his sight and hearing.)

Ten: Agh! Shit!

(Unconcerned with hitting Jack or King, Ten points his gun forward and starts shooting wildly, hoping to hit his attacker. Meanwhile, Jack waits around the corner from the source of the blinding light and waits for Jack to stop firing -- or run out of ammo -- before jumping in himself.)

Jack: *groan* That trigger-happy idiot...!

Gale: Yeah, 'cause destroying two major cities and threatening to destroy a tiny village just screams "justice." I've heard enough. If you're done, Coltson, I'm gonna escort this dirtbag to his cell.

Coltson: Very well. I think I've gotten enough information for the time being.

(As Gale is in the process of uncuffing Folderol's hooves from the table, Coltson makes his way toward the door.)

Coltson: Oh. Actually, Mr. Folderol, there is one last thing.

(He turns back to face Folderol.)

Coltson: Your two associates -- Mr. Vandle and the minotaur. Where might we be able to find them?

(Not only does Cobbletrot shake Chance's hoof -- he also tips his hat like a true gentlecolt.)

Cobbletrot: At your service. What can I do for you?