User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150607032309

Orbit: He won't be the only one...

(Orbit emerges from the teleporter room to join the others at the door.)

Orbit: It's... been a taxing day for all of us.

(Decibelle kicks at one of the robotic shells to see if it was truly disabled.)

Decibelle: ...

(Star-Lord jets by on his jet boots.)

Star-Lord: Yo. You okay?

Decibelle: I guess... I'm just amazed sometimes how much of a beating this city can take.

Star-Lord: Well, you would know. You've lived here a lot longer than I have.

Decibelle: ...

Star-Lord: Wanna head back?

Decibelle: I would, but one of my wings is dislocated. Can't fly. Don't worry about me. I'll call the others for a teleport in a bit.

Star-Lord: *shrug* If you say so.

(Star-Lord zooms away while Decibelle sits on the sidewalk.)

Masquerade: For the "better"? Hm. I wonder about that.

[click]

Masquerade: This is Agent Masquerade, requesting an extraction and cleanup crew.

(Mayor Blossom enters her town hall office. For all the damage the building had taken in the lobby, her office appeared largely untouched. She straightens her nametag on the desk.)

Blossom: ...

S.S. Pony: Will you be alright, ma'am?

Blossom: I will. Thank you. I just... need to make a call.

S.S. Pony: Yes, ma'am.

(The secret service pony exits the office, leaving the mayor alone. She approaches her phone, picks it up, and dials.)

Blossom: ...Get me through to the High Equestrian Council.