User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180118084029


 * Some time passes, and eventually Golden Age believes she has found Research's place.


 * Dances in Dust hesitates to answer Glaive's question.

Dances in Dust: "I do not wish to speak with this fox anymore. She clearly has no one's interests at heart but her own."


 * Force Filly gazes up at the aberration in wonder.

Force Filly: "So this definitely isn't normal?"


 * She keeps up with Goldenheart at what could be described as a brisk walk before she launches into the air and makes a bid to rip away the tendril lifting the wagon.


 * Flashfire awkwardly tries to laugh off Count Nosferatu's remark.

Flashfire: "Oh, hahahaha..." Finger wag. "That's a good one. Death Dragon isn't returning anytime soon, your countship. He's beyond even Tartarus."


 * Spearmint plays the situation coolly.

Mr. Spearmint: "I see. And however did you finagle your way into his company? Between the two of you, I'm sensing a story."


 * With her sense of emotions, Phantomenia may soon be aware she is not alone in the mail car. If not aware soon enough, she may sustain a swift and precise blow to the backside from among the shelves where many first-class scrolls are being stored.