User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-24422626-20160826224207


 * Glaive unplugs his communicator from the console, still listening in on Ironworks's end. It sounds as if the smith is having a very odd conversation with himself.*

Glaive: Ironworks may be in trouble. I don't intend to let Gungnir go down at all. Come on, let's go stop her.

* ''He canters for the teleporter room, just down the hall. Beating Gungnir easily, he switches his communicator channel again.''*

[click]

Glaive: "Vega? I hope you don't mind me beaming you down to the Maretropolis docks."

Vega: "Something tells me you're looking for somepony else."

Glaive: "I'm going to send you a picture of a mare..."

* Pix, having entered behind the griffons, nearly bursts out laughing at the scene before her—feeling, all the while, both amused and stupid.*

Pix: ...Ghost? Is that Zero? Who knows? Probably rolling outside at the elaborate joke he's pulled over my head. That bastard.

* Princess Luna folds her hooves smilingly.*

Princess Luna: I think I will start with sun-dried tomatoes and truffled wild mushroom risotto, please.