User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180203052729


 * Golden Age's objections are silenced the moment Research holds up the uniform. It is exactly as she'd have imagined, extra features notwithstanding.

Golden Age: "Oh, wow. That's way more than I've got packed into these duds."


 * She levitates her costume and waves it around.

Golden Age: "I dig it."

Flashfire: "Great. How bad is it this time? She has been wearing her you-know-whats, right?"


 * She stretches her claws.


 * With Inari gone, Dances in Dust returns her attention to Glaive with a hushed tone.

Dances in Dust: "Dr. Petri is being kept in the Master's deepest lair. There he lies as though dead, awakening only at his command. The way to reach his lair is strange. It changes at the Master's whim. The entrance was in downtown Maretropolis until the fox invaded. Now I believe it is in Canterlot. A storeowner named Wing may know the way."


 * The chameleon flicks its tongue out again and waves it around. It blinks in confusion on finding only air.

Mr. Spearmint: "Hrm-hrm, I'll be sure to stick around for the main event. Hawkwing here is rather green, as I understand it, but he isn't without his party tricks."


 * He looks at Hawkwing expectantly.