User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190409022608


 * Long-Face rubs an achy wing upon breaking free of Sylvia's grasp, and he regards Strongheart glumly. It's upon spotting Polter—and apparently recognizing him immediately—that his eyes really light up.*

Long-Face: "Just the slippery little imp I came to see... Old Lightning Hooves!"

* ''As Force Filly wipes her eyes, meanwhile, she catches sight through the snowfall of a renewed pandemonium gripping the circus grounds. Several equine figures of stuffed and stitched cloth and buttons for eyes are shoving their way through the miserable crowd like so many of Pharaoh Phetlock's mummies, ransacking game booths and accosting hapless carnies. More and more of these figures—two dozen at least—are pouring from a couple of clown cars near the circus gates, cutting off the escape of anypony who can run through the tears. Their chaotic rampage proceeds without resistance, thanks to the fact that every hero in the vicinity is now airborne.''

* ''Every hero except Flashfire. She blinks into existence just beyond the turnstiles, directly in the galloping path of two of the dastardly dolls! ''*

* Honor pulls away and regards Goldenheart with her deep green gaze.*

Honor: "So soon? Where to?"

* ''The surface of Glaive's leg does turn shinier and maybe a little more pleasing to the eye—which isn't saying much—but it's still doing exactly what it was meant to do. Inari gets the sense that any creature fully turned by what has gripped Glaive's limb would be a terrible menace indeed.''

* But every fortress must have a weakness...*