User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20171223021330


 * Before too long, Golden Age is standing before a hospital bed once again.


 * Gretchen the Griffon is not pleased with what she sees.

Gretchen: "Ya look like garbage, Goldie."

Golden Age: "Hey-"

Gretchen: "Ya know what I mean. I said I didn't want to see ya back here in the same state as me."

Golden Age: "Uh-uh. This is different. I'm not here to stay."

Gretchen: "Sure y'ain't. That only comes when ya've pushed yourself to the breaking point, right?"

Golden Age: "Listen to me, Gretchen..."


 * The unicorn pony leans down and clasps the griffon's claws.

Golden Age: "Things are going to be different from now on. We've already taken care of the fugitives—Mirror, Pixnit, Zeiss, and Spots as of yesterday. Iron Beak is gone too, so Ghost won't be bothering us again."


 * Not to mention Diamond Darts. Really, not to mention him.

Golden Age: "I... I came here because I wanted to tell you that it won't happen again. Whether you're staying with us or going back to Maretropolis, we're not meeting like this anymore. We're done chasing ghosts. We're going to be smart about this from now on."


 * Gretchen scowls at Golden Age, a little suspicious.

Gretchen: "Goldie, what happened?"

Golden Age: "This happened. It happened to you."

Gretchen: "That's not what I mean. Why are ya telling me this? What's changed?"

Golden Age: "I had a reality check, alright? But everything's going to be okay. The Claws are finished, the Cheetah's behind bars, and we're all going to take it easy now. That's what you wanted, right? You just said I shouldn't be pushing myself until I break."


 * Gretchen sighs deeply and looks to the side. That may be true, but she can tell something is fishy... fishier than usual, that is.

Golden Age: "I just want you to get better. For your peace of mind—and for the others' too—I'm taking us in a new direction. I'm taking myself in a new direction."

Gretchen: "Which is?"

Golden Age: "Less dumb."


 * Dances in Dust seems confused, but it is hard to be sure when she is mostly frozen in place.

Dances in Dust: "So... will you not be going to Canterlot?"

Flashfire: "Isn't that what Mr. Long-Green-and-Mean is for? He says we have immunity in his service. I don't think the vamponies will ignore that."