User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160925021904


 * The nanobots do not respond. They seem to be receiving a good amount of signal...

* ''All of a sudden, they are at it again! Goldfin earns another nasty shock as the snake marring her neck and face curls instead into the words, "GOLD FLOP." By now, Lucid has set Kick on another medical table; even as Blue's bite begins to cramp horribly, the ink splotch on her chest leaps to the floor in the form of a large scorpion and begins to tear into all the tech its pincers can reach! ''*

* Meanwhile, slumped in the back of a police cruiser, Mareadne Pixnit smiles thinly with eyes still closed...*

[click]

Butler: "Your group can. You will emerge from nothingness a reasonable distance from the changeling hive."

* A flash of light, and so it is.*

Glaive: Fancy. I'll be back soon.

* Glaive offers Snowy a subtle smile and leaves.*

* The one called Shimmerspark gives a pleased little hop.*

Shimmerspark: I knew it! You look familiar, sir!

* Lune Lark skeptically raises an eyebrow.*

Lune Lark: You know this pony, Shimmerspark?

Shimmerspark: Seen him on the news! I never did learn his name, though...

* ''Lune Lark frowns slightly, but it is the frown of a pony newly interested. She eyes Strongheart.''*

Lune Lark: You must be hardier than you look, Mr. Shrouded. Maybe you're just the pony I've been looking for.

Shimmerspark: May I help the Power Pony get ready, Miss Lune Lark? Please?

Lune Lark: If he so permits.