User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150628232342


 * Despite the whiteness of her coat, Goldfin manages to blanch. She remembers all too well what Jennetson could do and knows that the team has made an enemy of Chance. This cannot be good.

Gretchen: "Good."


 * She slides his glass across the counter.


 * Mid-Nite breathes in and lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Dr. Mid-Nite: "No."

Jane: "Huh?"

Dr. Mid-Nite: "I know exactly what you plan to do. You're going to suit up, dye your mane green, and go out to the station to proclaim that you, the Mane-iac, were responsible for loosing the robots from the Power Ponies' headquarters."

Jane: "Yep. They'd buy it, wouldn't they?"

Dr. Mid-Nite: "That isn't the problem."