User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150406051647

Glaive: ...

[click]

Glaive: Butler, please lock onto this filly's signature next to me and 'port her back to HQ.

Butler: ...And you, sir?

Glaive: Beam me to 81189 West Sixty-Sixth Street, please.

Butler: Locked. One moment, please.

* Glaive turns to Shimmerspark, who has by now looked back at him.*

Glaive: Shimmerspark, I'm going to have you teleported to a safe place, alright? Step out of the room, look right, and you'll see a door with my name on it. You can wait in there.

Shimmerspark: Huh? B-but—

Glaive: You can do that, right?

Shimmerspark:  If you say so...

Glaive: Alright. I'll see you soon.

* ''Glaive nods to Shimmerspark and helps her up with a fetlock. In a flash, they're both gone, having been beamed to different places.''*

* ''Glaive reappears in front of his destination. He draws his tri-blade instinctively and heads through the front door.''*