User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20151211192046


 * Golden Age grimaces and starts to rise. The hologram wrests its trident free, but the real pony uses the opportunity to bat the hologram across the face with the butt of her own weapon.


 * A direct hit, and it feels good.


 * The emotions of the other occupants are rather staid. They just have places to go.


 * The train enter a dusty region. Almost there.


 * Meanwhile, in Maretropolis, Captain Death-Stalker plots his next move. He sits behind a desk at the old office of Neighson Wynn. His newest associate stands in the shadows beyond the lamplight.


 * It is a rather tense situation.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Don't you get it? This city is mine now."

???: "This again?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Look outside. There is nopony left but my forces and-"

???: "And the Power Ponies."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "They are out of town."

???: "They will come back."

Capt. Death-Stalker: "And then what? They'll lock us up? My touch is death. I can take them, should they ever pluck up the nerve to confront me."

???: "Then why haven't you?"


 * Death-Stalker merely glowers.

???: "I knew you were a coward, but this is laughable. Now, allow me to explain just why this plan of yours will fail..."