User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150131054912


 * Glaive sets the bottle down next to him. Even though the cot is Ironworks's, he lies on his back, lays his head on the pillow, and stares at the ceiling silently. 

* ''He wants to help Rosebud, but something still feels off. What if she's not who she says she is? He has no way of knowing. But then again, what if she really is an innocent pony trapped in a painting, stuck in an outhouse somewhere..? Ugh. Maybe Ironworks would know more. But of course, both the smith and his memories are nowhere to be found at the moment. He should just play it careful...''

* ''Glaive begins to feel sleep tugging at his mind. He hasn't taken more than a light nap in the cockpit since before the mission to Lucifer's HQ... but he shakes it off and gets up. He's half bat-pony... he's supposed to be nocturnal, anyway. Just get through the night... Glaive sets the bottle on the shelf, leaves Ironworks's bedroom, and walks quietly down the hall toward his own room.''

* ''Has he done the right thing, joining this League..? He's been a freelancer, a lone wolf, for all his life. He hasn't been of much help on this mission... Might he do better good on his own?''

* ''Glaive walks into his room and looks at himself in the small mirror built into the wall by the door. 'Family' and 'home' have never existed for him. The League could change that and give him a purpose. What has he done in his life? Served evil and been betrayed. Hidden his identity, done what he could against villainy in Trotham, and silently sworn not to reveal himself again until he found the closest possible thing to a home.''

* ''Sigh... So many secrets. But secrets kept to protect himself and others. Glaive splays his right wing, and looks down at one of the joints near its base. Around the joint is a small silvery ring. He looks toward his cot, at one of the items he has laid out on it: a compact, pen-sized blowtorch...''*