Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190202043812/@comment-26892768-20190203033638

"And it still won't shut up..." Yellow grumbles, rubbing her hands and generating what appears to be yellow electricity.

"I don't have a goddamn clue." Jolyne answers, putting her hands on her hips. "And what are you blabbering on about with how fast horses are? Haven't you heard of, I don't know, a car?"

Trish's mental gears are turning as she looks the man over, considering his comments and his appearance. Hmmm...

And then Noir gets hit with a hammer.

That would be John - he would be talking to a certain Kremling right about now, but all things considered, this seems more important.

"you know, with how my day's been going so far, having to deal with this guy again is the last thing i need right now." John remarks. And then he notices Spades. "...say, didn't dave, dirk, and terezi kill you?"

Meanwhile, a few feet away, someone else gets portalled in, dropping through the portal and landing in a puddle of orange ink. After a moment, the newcomer - a young teenage girl with squid-like features rises from the puddle and shakes her head, clearly disoriented.