User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160204040844

Golden Age: "Thanks, Kick..."


 * She looks into the fireplace. Even with its warmth so close, she still shudders. The Power Ponies are gone. There is still the Frankensteinian team in Maretropolis, but she admittedly has little faith in them. Snowy and Ironworks are unbearable. Decibelle, Flashfire, and Strongheart are too gentle and innocent for this kind of work. Glaive is just too good for his own sake.


 * Nope. Now that Vandle is going his own way, she is the last real Power Pony, and there's no Captain Orbit for her to hide behind. She will be next. She is sure of it. And yet she is supposed to lead the team. How the hay is she going to survive without abandoning everything they ever worked for? No idea.


 * Scratch that. She already abandoned everything. She killed a pony. She—the one and only Goldfin—took the life of her fellow pony. Guilty verdict, death sentence, bye-bye. All her doing. Whatever she stands for, it isn't justice. Come to think of it, it's never been justice.


 * Golden Age moans and sinks down into her seat.


 * The Mare Do Well flaps ahead down the tunnel.