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TheAmishPirate
2013-10-04, 11:00 AM
This here is the thread for adventures taking place outside of Bridle Shores.
First Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=210597)
Second Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=256171)
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-04, 11:11 AM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
*whump*
Like a rag doll, Sandy flopped onto the floor in a dazed heap, her head spinning out of control. And by Luna if she didn't manage to make nearly passing out look cute, what with her little swirly eyes and tongue poking out. Fortunately for Gear and Silverpine, she quickly recovered her senses and picked herself up.
Fortunately for Sandy, Gear's continued interest did not go unnoticed. And Silverpine's apology held little water when just a single glance made her...immediately stage a full invasion of her personal space. One look at her superior officers, and she promptly scrambled under the table to escape and hid between Rainbow's massive legs for safety.
Mindfreak
2013-10-06, 09:05 AM
Blaze
Blaze rubbed her eyes with her hooves.
"I know I just..."
She sighed.
"I need to think about it. I dunno if I'll actually quit or not..."
He looked down at his slender hooves, a constant reminder.
He half-wished that Gear had pretended to have nothing to do with it.
Benson
2013-10-07, 12:03 AM
The Cirrus
Gearstride grimly frowned at Rainbow and worked her jaw. "True.....and I realize my fool error....but.....I now have to deal with the consequence, of the anger I caused some of my crew...and I will. But....I'm not going to dwell on the negative....there's no point in that." Gear glanced at Rainbow and then watched Sandy hid behind the big stallion before turning to Silverpine.
"Yes my love....my father of all ponies....was going to be a judge."
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Manederpin'
Icy wouldn't hear a thing directly coming from the door she was tiptoeing towards, she would only hear the alarm coming through the side of the wall in the hallway, the wall with the presumed kitchen on the otherside.
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The terrorist cultist on his way to the freezer, froze in place and cautiously looked around. Another cultist pony flashed his horn as the magical aura encased his head as his eyes went entirely green.
"There!...The thing...she's coming in from *insert Hay Bale's location*!" He shouted/growled as the leader pony gritted her teeth.
"Fire!" She shouted as that rifle wielding pony began to fire in Hay Bale's hidden general location as two other cultists joined in with the gunfire.
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Outside the kitchen Astrid stamped a hoof and growled. "Fine..f*** it...go...go...bastards are....gyah...Balboa doesn't pay me enough for this sh**!"
HalfTangible
2013-10-07, 02:07 AM
The Cirrus
Gearstride grimly frowned at Rainbow and worked her jaw. "True.....and I realize my fool error....but.....I now have to deal with the consequence, of the anger I caused some of my crew...and I will. But....I'm not going to dwell on the negative....there's no point in that." Gear glanced at Rainbow and then watched Sandy hid behind the big stallion before turning to Silverpine.
"Yes my love....my father of all ponies....was going to be a judge."
--
Manederpin'
Icy wouldn't hear a thing directly coming from the door she was tiptoeing towards, she would only hear the alarm coming through the side of the wall in the hallway, the wall with the presumed kitchen on the otherside.
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The terrorist cultist on his way to the freezer, froze in place and cautiously looked around. Another cultist pony flashed his horn as the magical aura encased his head as his eyes went entirely green.
"There!...The thing...she's coming in from *insert Hay Bale's location*!" He shouted/growled as the leader pony gritted her teeth.
"Fire!" She shouted as that rifle wielding pony began to fire in Hay Bale's hidden general location as two other cultists joined in with the gunfire.
--
Outside the kitchen Astrid stamped a hoof and growled. "Fine..f*** it...go...go...bastards are....gyah...Balboa doesn't pay me enough for this sh**!"
((sorry, should've been clearer: she was clinging to the ceiling, after coming in from the door))
OWOWOW!! Hay Bale fell from the ceiling. YOU F%$#ERS!! She stood, her wounds closing and metal falling out of her flesh. Her sunglasses were a little chipped but largely unharmed.
She stood, glaring venomously at the one closest to the fridge. Ya wanna play games? Let's play games, pony.
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Thank you! Lone Star ripped off his suit, revealing the shiny ovoid of liquid metal. It suddenly shot out into a wing, and he frowned at it. No shield, disc-thingie? Really? He grumbled, spreading the wing forward as wide as he could to shield himself. He charged in through the door, keeping his wing facing inward as he moved to cover.
The Cirrus
Gearstride grimly frowned at Rainbow and worked her jaw. "True.....and I realize my fool error....but.....I now have to deal with the consequence, of the anger I caused some of my crew...and I will. But....I'm not going to dwell on the negative....there's no point in that." Gear glanced at Rainbow and then watched Sandy hid behind the big stallion before turning to Silverpine.
"Yes my love....my father of all ponies....was going to be a judge."
"Okay. Fine, your dad is going to be a judge. Just another factor we have to take into account then. Will he help us or hinder us?" Silverpine asked. There was actually another burning question he had wanted to ask: what the hay was her father doing here of all places?
(Benson, you're going to have to tell us OOCly what the crew in general knows about Gearstride's family.)
Manederpin'
Icy wouldn't hear a thing directly coming from the door she was tiptoeing towards, she would only hear the alarm coming through the side of the wall in the hallway, the wall with the presumed kitchen on the otherside.
((sorry, should've been clearer: she was clinging to the ceiling, after coming in from the door))
OWOWOW!! Hay Bale fell from the ceiling. YOU F%$#ERS!! She stood, her wounds closing and metal falling out of her flesh. Her sunglasses were a little chipped but largely unharmed.
She stood, glaring venomously at the one closest to the fridge. Ya wanna play games? Let's play games, pony.
---
Thank you! Lone Star ripped off his suit, revealing the shiny ovoid of liquid metal. It suddenly shot out into a wing, and he frowned at it. No shield, disc-thingie? Really? He grumbled, spreading the wing forward as wide as he could to shield himself. He charged in through the door, keeping his wing facing inward as he moved to cover.
Well, the alarm was soon interrupted by the sounds of several gun shots. Icy quickly abandoned all pretence of sneaking and begin to quietly open the door, trying to get a better glimpse of the situation. No sense rushing into the fight just yet; she'd strike when they're fully distracted.
Orzel
2013-10-07, 09:44 PM
Blaze
Blaze rubbed her eyes with her hooves.
"I know I just..."
She sighed.
"I need to think about it. I dunno if I'll actually quit or not..."
He looked down at his slender hooves, a constant reminder.
He half-wished that Gear had pretended to have nothing to do with it.
Hover walked up to the girly pegasus. He gave Blazing Hooves a nuzzle. "You think 'bout it. It would be pointless of me to try and alter your mind."
The Cirrus
Gearstride grimly frowned at Rainbow and worked her jaw. "True.....and I realize my fool error....but.....I now have to deal with the consequence, of the anger I caused some of my crew...and I will. But....I'm not going to dwell on the negative....there's no point in that." Gear glanced at Rainbow and then watched Sandy hid behind the big stallion before turning to Silverpine.
"Yes my love....my father of all ponies....was going to be a judge."
"Okay. Fine, your dad is going to be a judge. Just another factor we have to take into account then. Will he help us or hinder us?" Silverpine asked. There was actually another burning question he had wanted to ask: what the hay was her father doing here of all places?
(Benson, you're going to have to tell us OOCly what the crew in general knows about Gearstride's family.)
"It matters more if he knows whether the Captain is here or not. If he doesn't then this can only be a bonus as the Captain can provide his expected actions. Otherwise, he and she could be in game of mind chess as a worst scenario." Rainbow fiddled with a nonexistent crossbow and doddling something on a notepad. No beer and No crossbow make Rainbow something something.
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-07, 09:49 PM
"It matters more if he knows whether the Captain is here or not. If he doesn't then this can only be a bonus as the Captain can provide his expected actions. Otherwise, he and she could be in game of mind chess as a worst scenario." Rainbow fiddled with a nonexistent crossbow and doddling something on a notepad. No beer and No crossbow make Rainbow something something.
Sandy peered out from his vantage point from between Rainbow's forelegs. "I...uh, didn't get a chance t'hear most of that, but...I don't think we could dress up the Cap'n enough t'both look fancy enough t'win, but also keep her dad from recognizing. At least, I'd like t'think he'd recognize you..." Augh, where were these watery eyes coming from?! Stay in, tears, stay in! Sandy dabbed at his eyes with a ponytail and daintily sniffed.
Mindfreak
2013-10-09, 05:58 AM
Hover walked up to the girly pegasus. He gave Blazing Hooves a nuzzle. "You think 'bout it. It would be pointless of me to try and alter your mind."
Blaze
She nuzzled the stallion right back.
"Thanks hun."
Blaze opened the door to her room and looked back to Hover.
"So are you going back to the discussion or do you want to stay?"
For the cuddles
Because cuddles are OP and need to be nerfed.
Benson
2013-10-10, 03:22 AM
Manehatten
The leader mare growled and gritted her teeth as she barked an order to mow Hay Bale down despite it seeming the bullets had no effect on her. Though her subordinates seemed frozen, their weapons still held up, but their eyes were filled with uncertainty. And then Lone Star appeared.
"Well **ck...." The leader mare exasperatedly grimaced.
--
Icy would come to find the room behind the door...empty!....As a matter of fact it wasn't even a room but a smaller plain walled hallway that lead to the service tunnels. No wonder it was quiet...
Anyways, on the wall next to her was an emergency exit layout map.
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The Cirrus
"It will...hinder us....as how Rainbow had mentioned it...earlier...." Gearstride faintly smiled and lightly groaned.
"Well..I didn't present myself to my father...so...but...yea we do got the advantage because I know my father's....likes." Gearstride continued to force a smile on her face.
"Sandy....no...that's worse than my whole gender bend idea....sorry...but you're really cute...almost convinced me there to go along..."
Manehatten
The leader mare growled and gritted her teeth as she barked an order to mow Hay Bale down despite it seeming the bullets had no effect on her. Though her subordinates seemed frozen, their weapons still held up, but their eyes were filled with uncertainty. And then Lone Star appeared.
"Well **ck...." The leader mare exasperatedly grimaced.
--
Icy would come to find the room behind the door...empty!....As a matter of fact it wasn't even a room but a smaller plain walled hallway that lead to the service tunnels. No wonder it was quiet...
Anyways, on the wall next to her was an emergency exit layout map.
Well, that was not she was expecting. Still, it seemed like it would lead to the kitchen. Icy quietly slipped through the door before giving the map a through study. Maybe it would tell her which way the cultist would try to flee.
The Cirrus
"It will...hinder us....as how Rainbow had mentioned it...earlier...." Gearstride faintly smiled and lightly groaned.
"Well..I didn't present myself to my father...so...but...yea we do got the advantage because I know my father's....likes." Gearstride continued to force a smile on her face.
"Sandy....no...that's worse than my whole gender bend idea....sorry...but you're really cute...almost convinced me there to go along..."
"Hm." Silverpine rubbed her chin, her jade eyes deep in thought. "I guess that means we should keep you far out of sight as far as possible..." Then Sandy's little remark reached her ears. "I'm not sure if we could even disguise the Captain. She's just... too one of a kind. Not something a parent wouldn't notice." She glanced sidelong at Sandy. "... Mr Shores. I don't think we have a choice at this point."
Orzel
2013-10-10, 06:03 PM
Hover Hooves
"I'm too lazy to walk back." Hover the skinny stallion floated over into the remove. He landed on the bed. "You might need to teach me some martial arts to protect you til we change back."
Big Rainbow Pepper
"Yeah. We can't hide the Captain. The Captain would make her errr..himself known. No offense sir." said the big male.
"So who is going with Sandy as handlers, sirs. I cannot shoot straight in this form. If I go as his... errr.. her protector. It would reliant on brute strength."
HalfTangible
2013-10-10, 06:36 PM
Manehatten
The leader mare growled and gritted her teeth as she barked an order to mow Hay Bale down despite it seeming the bullets had no effect on her. Though her subordinates seemed frozen, their weapons still held up, but their eyes were filled with uncertainty. And then Lone Star appeared.
"Well **ck...." The leader mare exasperatedly grimaced.
Hay Bale adjusted her glasses as Lone Star kept behind cover, her face neutral. Not to be cliche, but... Easy way or hard way?
Mindfreak
2013-10-10, 08:52 PM
Blaze
"Do you not remember any of the stuff I've taught you already?":smallconfused:
She did teach him her abridged version of Kraw Ma'Graw already.
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-10, 09:30 PM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
"I-I wasn't suggestin'...th-that is, that's what I was...o-o-oh my..." A luminesant blush spread over Sandy's cheeks, and she hid her face behind Rainbow's massive foreleg. She'd seen herself in a mirror, she hadn't been that noteworthy, so why was everypony acting so weird around her?!
Duty soon recalled her to the conversation. Though nopony directly posed the question to her, she could tell what was on everypony's mind; they wanted her - her, of all ponies! - to represent them in the pageant. To strut in front of dozens, if not hundreds of hungry eyes, performing for them, showing off for them, letting herself get judged by them, listening as they all booed, hearing the cries for her expulsion from Trottingham forever... "I-I-I don't rightly have m-much experience w-with pageants or stages or j-judges or...or any of that. I-I don't know how well I'll do, m-much less if I can win, b-b-but if it's for th' g-good of the mission..." She gulped audibly. "...th-then I'll do it."
"But if I do, then I-I want Rainbow with me!" she said with sudden force, before shrinking back once again. "Th-that is, if that's also for th' good of th' misison..."
[Cirrus Conference Room]
"I-I wasn't suggestin'...th-that is, that's what I was...o-o-oh my..." A luminesant blush spread over Sandy's cheeks, and she hid her face behind Rainbow's massive foreleg. She'd seen herself in a mirror, she hadn't been that noteworthy, so why was everypony acting so weird around her?!
Duty soon recalled her to the conversation. Though nopony directly posed the question to her, she could tell what was on everypony's mind; they wanted her - her, of all ponies! - to represent them in the pageant. To strut in front of dozens, if not hundreds of hungry eyes, performing for them, showing off for them, letting herself get judged by them, listening as they all booed, hearing the cries for her expulsion from Trottingham forever... "I-I-I don't rightly have m-much experience w-with pageants or stages or j-judges or...or any of that. I-I don't know how well I'll do, m-much less if I can win, b-b-but if it's for th' g-good of the mission..." She gulped audibly. "...th-then I'll do it."
"But if I do, then I-I want Rainbow with me!" she said with sudden force, before shrinking back once again. "Th-that is, if that's also for th' good of th' misison..."
"Mr Shores, none of us have any experience in a pageant, if that makes you feel better." Silverpine knew the irony of using Sandy's male honorific, but calling her Miss Shores just sounded plain weird... at least in the lieutenant's mind. Her eyes looked up to the giant that was Rainbow. "You definitely look the part of a bodyguard..."
Benson
2013-10-13, 11:45 AM
Manehatten
The map would show an alternative route from the service tunnels, one particular tunnel led to another tunnel that lead a tunnel that lead to the back of the kitchen, the one Hay Bale had used earlier for a while.
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One of the cultists ponies sighed and pulled down his pants and faced his rear at Hay Bale and Lone Star.
"W-what are you doing???" Screeched the leader pony.
"Well...we're already f***** aren't we?" He responded back, another cultist sniggered. "He gets it."
The leader pony face palmed and winced and grimaced and made a noise of disapproval.
"I thought it was funny."
The cult leader pony rolled her eyes and looked back at Hay Bale with an intense expression. "I choose the easy way, in which your ass finds itself out the door!....I want that goddesses damned Balboa here! I want to speak to the bastard, not his stupid yes girl and whatever the **** abomination you are!"
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Fox Trot would eventually be done with using the restroom as he was escorted back to Ammy. "Uck...sometimes I hate being an earth pony."
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The Cirrus
Gearstride faintly smiled at Silverpine's sorta compliment in her words and then glanced at Rainbow.
"Well, Silverpine and I can be Sandy' handlers, and if the lieutenant refuses....that's fine because I'll still doing. I have the basics and mannerisms down and I could teach Sandy what I know. Its not that hard....we just...." He then glanced at Sandy and wanly smiled. "Gotta do something about that obvious stage fright."
HalfTangible
2013-10-13, 12:04 PM
Manehatten
The map would show an alternative route from the service tunnels, one particular tunnel led to another tunnel that lead a tunnel that lead to the back of the kitchen, the one Hay Bale had used earlier for a while.
-
One of the cultists ponies sighed and pulled down his pants and faced his rear at Hay Bale and Lone Star.
"W-what are you doing???" Screeched the leader pony.
"Well...we're already f***** aren't we?" He responded back, another cultist sniggered. "He gets it."
The leader pony face palmed and winced and grimaced and made a noise of disapproval.
"I thought it was funny."Oh, somepony's eager~
Is this flirting really important, cuz we kinda have hostages here!
Ah. Right. She held a hoof up to her ear and mouthed 'call me'.
The cult leader pony rolled her eyes and looked back at Hay Bale with an intense expression. "I choose the easy way, in which your ass finds itself out the door!....I want that goddesses damned Balboa here! I want to speak to the bastard, not his stupid yes girl and whatever the **** abomination you are!"
Hay Bale cocked an eyebrow. You heard her, Lone Star, she wants to talk to the bastard.
Hey, both of my parents were married!..... just not to each other!
Hay Bale chuckled.
Lone Star peeked over his cover. Wait, so if I'm the bastard, does that make you the yes-girl or the abomination?
That stopped her. She pondered for a few moments, opened her mouth, and closed it again. She looked back to the cultist and opened her mouth again, then shut it. Ya know what? Doesn't matter. Jokes aside, could you go get Balboa, please?
I don't think the guy knows I exist.
Well I can't leave or they start killin' ponies!
Lone Star grumbled You make a good argument. and shot out of the room.
Orzel
2013-10-13, 08:33 PM
Blaze
"Do you not remember any of the stuff I've taught you already?":smallconfused:
She did teach him her abridged version of Kraw Ma'Graw already.
"I remember. But I'm not a fighter fighter like you. My piloting skill hasn't diminished but my strength has switched around." Hover stepped back into Blazing and attempted to flip her of his shoulder.
[Cirrus Conference Room]
"I-I wasn't suggestin'...th-that is, that's what I was...o-o-oh my..." A luminesant blush spread over Sandy's cheeks, and she hid her face behind Rainbow's massive foreleg. She'd seen herself in a mirror, she hadn't been that noteworthy, so why was everypony acting so weird around her?!
Duty soon recalled her to the conversation. Though nopony directly posed the question to her, she could tell what was on everypony's mind; they wanted her - her, of all ponies! - to represent them in the pageant. To strut in front of dozens, if not hundreds of hungry eyes, performing for them, showing off for them, letting herself get judged by them, listening as they all booed, hearing the cries for her expulsion from Trottingham forever... "I-I-I don't rightly have m-much experience w-with pageants or stages or j-judges or...or any of that. I-I don't know how well I'll do, m-much less if I can win, b-b-but if it's for th' g-good of the mission..." She gulped audibly. "...th-then I'll do it."
"But if I do, then I-I want Rainbow with me!" she said with sudden force, before shrinking back once again. "Th-that is, if that's also for th' good of th' misison..."
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The Cirrus
Gearstride faintly smiled at Silverpine's sorta compliment in her words and then glanced at Rainbow.
"Well, Silverpine and I can be Sandy' handlers, and if the lieutenant refuses....that's fine because I'll still doing. I have the basics and mannerisms down and I could teach Sandy what I know. Its not that hard....we just...." He then glanced at Sandy and wanly smiled. "Gotta do something about that obvious stage fright."
"Does that mean I should wait in the stands. Blend into the audience." Tough job with her towering size.
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-13, 08:57 PM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
Sandy nervously forced a smile at Silverpine's attempt at comfort; it looked about as convincing as it felt. "That makes me feel a...bit better."
The little filly's declaration went universally unnoticed by her crewmates. The time had come for firm, decisive action! Mustering up her courage, she stepped forward from the safety of underneath the massive stallion. "Um, excuse me; Cap'n? Lieutenant? I...I'd very much like it - seein' how I'm g-going t'be th' one i-in...in th' pageant - i-if Rainbow could be o-one of m'handlers." She gulped nervously, willing her lip to keep from wibbling. A strong front; she couldn't show the Captain a hint of weakness, lest she fall to a cuddly fate. "I-I know I'd feel a lot...very much more comfortable if'n she...er, he was back there with me. H-helpin' out, I mean. I-I think I'd do m-much better...a-an' that'd help th' mission a-a bunch."
Sandy's long, poofy tail curled gently around Rainbow's foreleg, though it barely made it all the way around. Whether or not that was intentional on her part...was difficult to say. :smalltongue:
Manehatten
The map would show an alternative route from the service tunnels, one particular tunnel led to another tunnel that lead a tunnel that lead to the back of the kitchen, the one Hay Bale had used earlier for a while.
Huh. Handy. With the general route memorised, she began trekking down the tunnel towards the kitchen area, using her horn to light up the way if so required.
[Cirrus Conference Room]
Sandy nervously forced a smile at Silverpine's attempt at comfort; it looked about as convincing as it felt. "That makes me feel a...bit better."
The little filly's declaration went universally unnoticed by her crewmates. The time had come for firm, decisive action! Mustering up her courage, she stepped forward from the safety of underneath the massive stallion. "Um, excuse me; Cap'n? Lieutenant? I...I'd very much like it - seein' how I'm g-going t'be th' one i-in...in th' pageant - i-if Rainbow could be o-one of m'handlers." She gulped nervously, willing her lip to keep from wibbling. A strong front; she couldn't show the Captain a hint of weakness, lest she fall to a cuddly fate. "I-I know I'd feel a lot...very much more comfortable if'n she...er, he was back there with me. H-helpin' out, I mean. I-I think I'd do m-much better...a-an' that'd help th' mission a-a bunch."
Sandy's long, poofy tail curled gently around Rainbow's foreleg, though it barely made it all the way around. Whether or not that was intentional on her part...was difficult to say. :smalltongue:
"Well, can't say no if Mr Shores wishes to insist on Rainbow," Silverpine remarked, the curled tail not escaping her notice.
Benson
2013-10-15, 02:07 AM
Manehatten
Balboa was still in the room where he stayed behind in though upon Lone Star's return the security detail had doubled as more disposable guards were now there.
"Oh my dear.....let the medic apply the rubbing alcohol....your antics are running my patience thin.." Balboa lowly growled at the protesting Quick Step who would move her leg whenever a medic got near with a clean cloth with rubbing alcohol. "Bah....you're cute...but that's just...fine...do as you please..."
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Cultist leader mare just glowered at Hay Bale as she waited, her body all tense.
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By the time Lone Star would have gotten back to Balboa, Icy would have navigated herself to the tunnel that connected to the tunnel that lead up to the back of the kitchen...
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The Cirrus
"Very well, Pepper can play the role of Shore's bodyguard, the Liuetenant and I the handlers, nothing much changes really." Gearstride coughed into their hoof and nodded their head.
Manehatten
Cultist leader mare just glowered at Hay Bale as she waited, her body all tense.
[Manehattan - Hostage Situation]
While cultist mare and her cohorts were distracted, the ice mage crept up behind and settled down to watch the situation behind some crates. Like Hay Bale, she had an interest in not prompting an unnecessary massacre.
The Cirrus
"Very well, Pepper can play the role of Shore's bodyguard, the Liuetenant and I the handlers, nothing much changes really." Gearstride coughed into their hoof and nodded their head.
[Cirrus - Genderplay]
"Indeed not. Um, we... still need to talk to Blaze about this." Silverpine glanced at the door, where she and Hover had exited earlier.
HalfTangible
2013-10-15, 12:54 PM
Manehatten
Balboa was still in the room where he stayed behind in though upon Lone Star's return the security detail had doubled as more disposable guards were now there.
"Oh my dear.....let the medic apply the rubbing alcohol....your antics are running my patience thin.." Balboa lowly growled at the protesting Quick Step who would move her leg whenever a medic got near with a clean cloth with rubbing alcohol. "Bah....you're cute...but that's just...fine...do as you please..."
Lone Star trotted in. Hey, rich *******, they wanna talk to you and the only pony here (as far as I know) who can shapeshift is currently acting as a meat shield.
He glanced to the protesting mare. Hi Quick Step.
Cultist leader mare just glowered at Hay Bale as she waited, her body all tense.
...
So!
...
Seen any good movies?
Benson
2013-10-16, 12:33 PM
Lone Star trotted in. Hey, rich *******, they wanna talk to you and the only pony here (as far as I know) who can shapeshift is currently acting as a meat shield.
He glanced to the protesting mare. Hi Quick Step.
Balboa glanced at Lone Star. "Why is she acting like a meat shield?...They're supposed to be dead. I do not talk or negotiate with villains such as them." He said without a beat as he walked over and stood in front of Lone Star with a single strand of mane out of place.
"Explain to me why the nigh indestructible Hay Bale is in a stalemate with some lowly terrorists she could easily dispose of?"
...
So!
...
Seen any good movies?
"**** off..!" The leader mare growled and snarled like she had her panties in a twist, if she wore panties that is.
"Mmm, well there was that flick Iron Mare 3...saw it on tape....bootlegged....but...saw it none the less.." The other pony who Hay bale gestured 'call me' to replied much to cult leader's annoyance.
[Manehattan - Hostage Situation]
While cultist mare and her cohorts were distracted, the ice mage crept up behind and settled down to watch the situation behind some crates. Like Hay Bale, she had an interest in not prompting an unnecessary massacre.
"Ma'am ma'am!....My systems have detected another new presence!" Alerted the stallion from before who alerted her about Hay Bale's presence in here earlier before the bullet storm began.
"??!!!!!...What the gyaaak....Location now!"
"Coming from the back of the kitchen...."
HalfTangible
2013-10-16, 01:00 PM
Balboa glanced at Lone Star. "Why is she acting like a meat shield?...They're supposed to be dead. I do not talk or negotiate with villains such as them." He said without a beat as he walked over and stood in front of Lone Star with a single strand of mane out of place.
"Explain to me why the nigh indestructible Hay Bale is in a stalemate with some lowly terrorists she could easily dispose of?"
...Wow. And Star thought he hated Fox Trot. He'd barely known this one for twenty minutes and he already wanted to rip his guts out.
She's buying time and dividing them as much as she can because terrorists aren't that predictable, pepper-mane. Lone Star shot back. If they have any back-up plan at all not only are you dead, but so is everyone in this building.
Oh, I'm sorry, did you know they wanted to talk to you? Then why are you STILL HERE, YOU IDIOT?!?! If you're the target you should be as FAR AWAY FROM HERE AS POSSIBLE.
"**** off..!" The leader mare growled and snarled like she had her panties in a twist, if she wore panties that is.
"Mmm, well there was that flick Iron Mare 3...saw it on tape....bootlegged....but...saw it none the less.." The other pony who Hay bale gestured 'call me' to replied much to cult leader's annoyance.
Ah yeah, that one was okay. I mean it was no Dark Mare, but- wait, I thought freezers were airtight. She glanced at the freezer. You're keeping the hostages in there?
"Ma'am ma'am!....My systems have detected another new presence!" Alerted the stallion from before who alerted her about Hay Bale's presence in here earlier before the bullet storm began.
"??!!!!!...What the gyaaak....Location now!"
"Coming from the back of the kitchen...."
Hay Bale glanced, cocking an eyebrow. Probably Star. She said loudly. Didn't expect him to be back so quickly.
MCerberus
2013-10-17, 01:43 AM
Fox Trot would eventually be done with using the restroom as he was escorted back to Ammy. "Uck...sometimes I hate being an earth pony."
Yes yes, earth ponies have it so bad with their fast healing, super natural abilities, and odd ability to super-charge botany. Ammy doesn't react to that comment outwardly. Instead she beckons the guards to bring Fox Trot back in.
"Why don't you tell me what you have to do with the current situation? Logically, it would be something wouldn't it?" What the mare isn't saying is that nopony has filled her in on what kind of horse-hockey is going on down there (and incidentally the Manehatten Rangers are having a horrible season). Without knowing, some dastardly rogues may try to break in to silence their compatriot or assail them... and they'd be none the wiser!
Orzel
2013-10-17, 04:35 AM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
Sandy nervously forced a smile at Silverpine's attempt at comfort; it looked about as convincing as it felt. "That makes me feel a...bit better."
The little filly's declaration went universally unnoticed by her crewmates. The time had come for firm, decisive action! Mustering up her courage, she stepped forward from the safety of underneath the massive stallion. "Um, excuse me; Cap'n? Lieutenant? I...I'd very much like it - seein' how I'm g-going t'be th' one i-in...in th' pageant - i-if Rainbow could be o-one of m'handlers." She gulped nervously, willing her lip to keep from wibbling. A strong front; she couldn't show the Captain a hint of weakness, lest she fall to a cuddly fate. "I-I know I'd feel a lot...very much more comfortable if'n she...er, he was back there with me. H-helpin' out, I mean. I-I think I'd do m-much better...a-an' that'd help th' mission a-a bunch."
Sandy's long, poofy tail curled gently around Rainbow's foreleg, though it barely made it all the way around. Whether or not that was intentional on her part...was difficult to say. :smalltongue:
The Cirrus
"Very well, Pepper can play the role of Shore's bodyguard, the Liuetenant and I the handlers, nothing much changes really." Gearstride coughed into their hoof and nodded their head.
[Cirrus - Genderplay]
"Indeed not. Um, we... still need to talk to Blaze about this." Silverpine glanced at the door, where she and Hover had exited earlier.
Rainbow is in trilled at the thought of not being able to hide herself. "Blaze is a good soldier. He'll be fine."
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-17, 12:17 PM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
Sandy's tail gave Rainbow's leg a fluffy victory squeeze.
Obliviously, the rest of Sandy grew a worried frown. "I-I think that...if he just gave th' Cap'n a chance t'explain herself...oh, um, himself, then maybe he...oops, she would realize it were just an accident, a-an' it really were for th' best of th' mission. After all, she had a point...oh darnit all, he had a point!"
She winced and shook her head, little pigtails shaking back and forth. "Oooh, this is makin' mah head hurt..."
"Ma'am ma'am!....My systems have detected another new presence!" Alerted the stallion from before who alerted her about Hay Bale's presence in here earlier before the bullet storm began.
"??!!!!!...What the gyaaak....Location now!"
"Coming from the back of the kitchen...."
Icy sighed. Why couldn't thing ever go to plan once? Well, no point beating around the bush then. She formed an ice shield, and stepped out from her hiding spot.
"My apologies. I lack the wings to be Lone Star," Icy called out. "Are we waiting for somepony here?"
HalfTangible
2013-10-18, 12:40 AM
Icy sighed. Why couldn't thing ever go to plan once? Well, no point beating around the bush then. She formed an ice shield, and stepped out from her hiding spot.
"My apologies. I lack the wings to be Lone Star," Icy called out. "Are we waiting for somepony here?"
Oh, I could kill them alone if I really wanted. Hay Bale replied, inspecting her hoof. But terrorists are crazy, and crazy people generally aren't this predictable. There's a chance they have a back-up or something. I'm waiting either for a go-ahead from someone higher ranked than me who knows better, for these idiots to throw down their guns and surrender themselves, or Balboa to come here and negotiate with me acting as his personal meat shield. She smirked. I'm rather good at stopping bullets, you see.
...She didn't seem to care that the "terrorists" were standing even more within earshot than Icy as Hay Bale calmly discussed the fact she could kill them all.
Benson
2013-10-20, 08:00 PM
Fox and Ammy
Indeed they have it so bad....like when it comes to wiping themselves...which Fox was referring to given the context...hehe. Fox stared at Ammy tight lipped and slightly puffed cheeks. "Current situation? Something new happened whilst I was taking a dump?"
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Lone Star and Balboa
Balboa just stared at Lone Star with an annoying smug lazy smirk for a few minutes before addressing him in a /polite/ tone. "Lone Star was it?..Pardon me...sometimes...I tend to forget the names of my lessers. Anyhow, ahem, Mister Lone Star you have a family history of mental illness don't you? Tck, hmmm, and it seems it extends to you considering your current volatile behavior. There is no need to resort to name calling, so...unbecoming....but then again one would have to be crazy to be a novelist hahah...or is that only for artists?..Hmm...eh...well anyways not important..."
"I do not fear these 'terrorists', I do not fear the enemies of my dear Equestria, those from the outside and those within. I am still here because of so. Now Hay Bale, she is clearly capable, exceedingly so, though it is a little itchy why the situation isn't already over with. Sigh, perhaps I ought give more instruction next time." He feigned a sigh and shook his head. He gestured for a guard to hand over a communicator who obeyed and handed it over to Balboa.
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Hay Bale and The Cult Terrorists
The leader mare interjected with her perpetual scowl. "Yes, yes they are airtight, so time is of the essence if you ponies care about their survival."
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Icy and the Cult Terrorists
The moment Icy stepped into view she would receive several warning shots in front of her hooves as the exasperated leader just looked really annoyed now.
"****ing seriously?....UuUghrh..you lot are ****ing idiots....why was no one watching the back entrance???" She yelled at her crew and nickered as her metaphorical panties got in a bigger twist, as they just gulped but kept their weapons on the two ponies not part of their club.
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Hay Bale, Icy and the Cult Terrorists
"Crazy?...I prefer the term 'passionate' in my beliefs and cause," The stallion who briefly chatted with Hay Bale chimed in with his muzzle turned up. "Crazy is.....an inappropriate and wholly disrespectful to me as if though implying I have no rationality, which, is of course not true. Its just that we don't agree with the opposing faction, ie you lot, about the use of hostages or the threat of blowing up the whole damn floor."
The leader mare stared at the stallion and ".......uuruurgrhhrhrd....you...why..stop talking to them...luna damnit...just shut up alright.!" She barked in annoyance.
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Outside
A crackle sounded from Astrid's communicator.
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The Cirrus Crew
"Sandy...you don't have to try to...defend me...I did not think this...through.....but I will not let my...mischief jeopardize the mission in the end," He said tilting his head and giving Sandy a sheepish smile.
HalfTangible
2013-10-20, 08:46 PM
Fox and Ammy
Indeed they have it so bad....like when it comes to wiping themselves...which Fox was referring to given the context...hehe. Fox stared at Ammy tight lipped and slightly puffed cheeks. "Current situation? Something new happened whilst I was taking a dump?"
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Lone Star and Balboa
Balboa just stared at Lone Star with an annoying smug lazy smirk for a few minutes before addressing him in a /polite/ tone. "Lone Star was it?..Pardon me...sometimes...I tend to forget the names of my lessers. Anyhow, ahem, Mister Lone Star you have a family history of mental illness don't you? Tck, hmmm, and it seems it extends to you considering your current volatile behavior. There is no need to resort to name calling, so...unbecoming....but then again one would have to be crazy to be a novelist hahah...or is that only for artists?..Hmm...eh...well anyways not important..."
"I do not fear these 'terrorists', I do not fear the enemies of my dear Equestria, those from the outside and those within. I am still here because of so. Now Hay Bale, she is clearly capable, exceedingly so, though it is a little itchy why the situation isn't already over with. Sigh, perhaps I ought give more instruction next time." He feigned a sigh and shook his head. He gestured for a guard to hand over a communicator who obeyed and handed it over to Balboa.
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Hay Bale and The Cult Terrorists
The leader mare interjected with her perpetual scowl. "Yes, yes they are airtight, so time is of the essence if you ponies care about their survival."
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Icy and the Cult Terrorists
The moment Icy stepped into view she would receive several warning shots in front of her hooves as the exasperated leader just looked really annoyed now.
"****ing seriously?....UuUghrh..you lot are ****ing idiots....why was no one watching the back entrance???" She yelled at her crew and nickered as her metaphorical panties got in a bigger twist, as they just gulped but kept their weapons on the two ponies not part of their club.
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Hay Bale, Icy and the Cult Terrorists
"Crazy?...I prefer the term 'passionate' in my beliefs and cause," The stallion who briefly chatted with Hay Bale chimed in with his muzzle turned up. "Crazy is.....an inappropriate and wholly disrespectful to me as if though implying I have no rationality, which, is of course not true. Its just that we don't agree with the opposing faction, ie you lot, about the use of hostages or the threat of blowing up the whole damn floor."
The leader mare stared at the stallion and ".......uuruurgrhhrhrd....you...why..stop talking to them...luna damnit...just shut up alright.!" She barked in annoyance.
[Hay Bale]
Guess I can't wait for orders, then.
Hay Bale's tongue shot out of her mouth towards the leader's body, topped with bone spikes.
[Lone Star]
There are much better ways to drive me to attack you than to insult my chosen profession and - more importantly - imply that you'd be okay with the hostages dieing, Snake Sex. He said dryly, making one of the worse puns he'd made that day. You could just ask. But I'm gonna assume you want Hay Bale to just kill 'em. Your funeral. He turned to leave. Hostages won't last long in a freezer anyway.
----Hay Bale and The Cult Terrorists
The leader mare interjected with her perpetual scowl. "Yes, yes they are airtight, so time is of the essence if you ponies care about their survival."
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Icy and the Cult Terrorists
The moment Icy stepped into view she would receive several warning shots in front of her hooves as the exasperated leader just looked really annoyed now.
"****ing seriously?....UuUghrh..you lot are ****ing idiots....why was no one watching the back entrance???" She yelled at her crew and nickered as her metaphorical panties got in a bigger twist, as they just gulped but kept their weapons on the two ponies not part of their club.
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Hay Bale, Icy and the Cult Terrorists
"Crazy?...I prefer the term 'passionate' in my beliefs and cause," The stallion who briefly chatted with Hay Bale chimed in with his muzzle turned up. "Crazy is.....an inappropriate and wholly disrespectful to me as if though implying I have no rationality, which, is of course not true. Its just that we don't agree with the opposing faction, ie you lot, about the use of hostages or the threat of blowing up the whole damn floor."
The leader mare stared at the stallion and ".......uuruurgrhhrhrd....you...why..stop talking to them...luna damnit...just shut up alright.!" She barked in annoyance.
[Hay Bale]
Guess I can't wait for orders, then.
Hay Bale's tongue shot out of her mouth towards the leader's body, topped with bone spikes.
Even Icy had to do a double take at the mutant tongue that shot out at the cultists. Instinctively though, she raised her ice shield to counter non-warning shots that were actually aimed to kill her this time.
The Cirrus Crew
"Sandy...you don't have to try to...defend me...I did not think this...through.....but I will not let my...mischief jeopardize the mission in the end," He said tilting his head and giving Sandy a sheepish smile.
"Right. Ah, Captain. Sooner you have this talk, the better. We may as well know if Mister Blaze is going to come with us or not," Silverpine said, rather diplomatically.
MCerberus
2013-10-22, 12:05 AM
Fox and Ammy
Indeed they have it so bad....like when it comes to wiping themselves...which Fox was referring to given the context...hehe. Fox stared at Ammy tight lipped and slightly puffed cheeks. "Current situation? Something new happened whilst I was taking a dump?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Ammy responds before thanking the guards for bringing the 'guest' back to 'safety'. Fox doesn't have the 'squeezed bladder' excuse any more.
"Would you please go back to the beginning and explain the false name, who you're here with, and why the events transpired as they were."
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-22, 11:50 AM
[Cirrus Conference Room]
Sandy shrunk back further beneath Rainbow's towering form at the mild reproach. "Oh, s-sorry Cap'n. That were my bad, won't happen again..." she mumbled sheepishly. Her tail tightened timidly on Rainbow's leg.
An awkward silence fell over the room.
"Wait! I just remembered!" Sandy squeaked in alarm, furiously digging through his uniform pockets. Out popped his notepad...which had magically turned bright pink and was covered in sparkling hearts. The little mare took one look at it, coughed awkwardly, and flipped it open as nonchalantly as she could manage. "Um, yesterday, when we were out scoutin' an' all, I went ahead an' made a bunch of appointments, t'get Gear all prettied up for th' pageant an' all. There's one for a fancy dress store, another's at a beauty salon, an' one's...one's at...um..." She hid her flushing cheeks behind the paper. "...a-a swimsuit store."
"But nevermind th' where; it's th' when! Th' appointment with th' tailor starts in an hour!"
Benson
2013-10-24, 12:32 PM
Manehatten Madness
Balboa just stuck his hoof aloofly out at Lone Star in that 'shush, I'm on the phone' manner which probably just served to annoy the pegasus even more.
"Astrid, you know the orders.."
At the mention of hostages, Balboa just looked at Lone Star with dead eyes for a second before returning to talking with Astrid on the communicator.
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"Ma'am..!..." One of the unicorn cultists yelled out though the leader mare was already a step ahead of him and dropped immediately to the ground and rolled off to the side as the tongue would hit the floor, likely striking it so hard that it broke and cracked the floor, with a bit of debris flying about.
"Plan D initiated ma'am!" The unicorn with the small portable console called out after he looked to push some button. The leader mare grimaced but nodded her head and then looked at Hay Bale with a smirk.
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"Urgh....yer just like a broken record aren't you lady?...I already told you whatever you needed to know even if you didn't like my answers......Is that an alarm going off?" He said finding himself distracted at the end, his ears turning trying to pin point the direction of whatever that was.
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The Cirrus
"Right...appointments.....Sandy...you didn't give any details on who exactly will be there at the appointments right?...I don't want to explain why a whole different pony is there rather than a certain xanadu captain.." Gearstride said as he stroked his chin.
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-25, 12:33 PM
The Cirrus
"Right...appointments.....Sandy...you didn't give any details on who exactly will be there at the appointments right?...I don't want to explain why a whole different pony is there rather than a certain xanadu captain.." Gearstride said as he stroked his chin.
"N-no ma'am-sir. I just made them in th' name of th' ship. I even paid in advance so we wouldn't waste any time today. They're just expectin' somepony with a badge from our ship t'show up at th' right time." explained Sandy dutifully.
MCerberus
2013-10-26, 11:16 PM
Manehatten Madness
Ammy shakes her head and makes a note to make sure her sigh is heard. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"
Of course she had not heard an alarm, if there is actually an alarm maybe she would in a moment though.
Manehatten Madness
Balboa just stuck his hoof aloofly out at Lone Star in that 'shush, I'm on the phone' manner which probably just served to annoy the pegasus even more.
"Astrid, you know the orders.."
At the mention of hostages, Balboa just looked at Lone Star with dead eyes for a second before returning to talking with Astrid on the communicator.
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"Ma'am..!..." One of the unicorn cultists yelled out though the leader mare was already a step ahead of him and dropped immediately to the ground and rolled off to the side as the tongue would hit the floor, likely striking it so hard that it broke and cracked the floor, with a bit of debris flying about.
"Plan D initiated ma'am!" The unicorn with the small portable console called out after he looked to push some button. The leader mare grimaced but nodded her head and then looked at Hay Bale with a smirk.
Plan D? Whatever it was, Icy wasn't going to let them have their way. She quickly sent a few icicles flying towards the one with the console, hopefully either knocking it out, damaging it or simply buying a little more precious time for them to deal with it.
Then, praying that her ice shield held steady, she quickly darted forward to the next available cover, trying to advance towards the freezer.
The Cirrus
"Right...appointments.....Sandy...you didn't give any details on who exactly will be there at the appointments right?...I don't want to explain why a whole different pony is there rather than a certain xanadu captain.." Gearstride said as he stroked his chin.
"In that case, Captain, Mr Shores should head off as soon as possible. And by that, I mean he and Rainbow should go now," Silverpine said, glancing over towards the two.
HalfTangible
2013-10-27, 01:16 PM
[Hay Bale]
Hay Bale's response to the icicles and Plan D was to charge the lead mare, baring her fangs... wait, FANGS?!
...Okay, this is less insane than what she was originally going to have, but da fug?!
[Lone Star]
The black pegasus came charging into the room, metal wing facing towards the terrorists again.
Orzel
2013-10-27, 06:46 PM
"In that case, Captain, Mr Shores should head off as soon as possible. And by that, I mean he and Rainbow should go now," Silverpine said, glancing over towards the two.
"Yes sir!"Rainbow gives a hard salute and stands up to run to the door. He knew a little military force of voice will hasten the timid engineer. "Sargent Shores, this way."
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-27, 10:25 PM
"Yes sir!"Rainbow gives a hard salute and stands up to run to the door. He knew a little military force of voice will hasten the timid engineer. "Sargent Shores, this way."
The voice hit Sergeant Shores square on, and blasted away the timid, petite filly. The trained, dutiful mare stood to her full height, saluting furiously. "Ohh yes Pooky-I-I mean; Yessir! rightaway sir!" She scampered out after Rainbow before anypony could get a good look at her flushed red cheeks, legs motoring for all they were worth.
Orzel
2013-10-30, 08:11 AM
The voice hit Sergeant Shores square on, and blasted away the timid, petite filly. The trained, dutiful mare stood to her full height, saluting furiously. "Ohh yes Pooky-I-I mean; Yessir! rightaway sir!" She scampered out after Rainbow before anypony could get a good look at her flushed red cheeks, legs motoring for all they were worth.
Rainbow notices and laugh. She heard herslf and snaps her lips close. The laugh was deep and forceful. A chortle worthy of a fat jolly old soul with merry only a massive bearded mouth should sound.
Hoof over mouth she exits after Sandy. A throat clearing is made to disguise it all "So where...ahem.. where is the appointment? The address?"
Benson
2013-10-30, 12:40 PM
Manehatten
The icicles struck the porta-console directly, but the stallion who had been using it only gave Icy a wild grin. "Too late babe...its too late haha heh..."
As soon as Hay Bale charged she was met with a hailstorm of bullets. They knew it wouldn't be effective, but the minor distraction was all they needed as leader mare moved out of the way.
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"Hay Bale!..." Astrid's voice boomed in the room though she was not in it. "Kill....oh...well nevermind...seems you're already on the case......thanks for making me seem redundant Balboa...ass....wait..what do you mean this thing is still on?..."
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Ammy, from where she was now would hear a muffled sound of alarm.
The Cirrus
Gearstride watched the pair left, a faint strained smile on his face. "Really madam liuetenant? Sending off the two socially challenged crew members for an appointment. This can only end in my tears...of laughter."
"Heheh...whelp, since yer giving orders lieutenant, what would you request of me?" He asked looking at Silvermare.
HalfTangible
2013-10-30, 01:02 PM
Manehatten
The icicles struck the porta-console directly, but the stallion who had been using it only gave Icy a wild grin. "Too late babe...its too late haha heh..."
As soon as Hay Bale charged she was met with a hailstorm of bullets. They knew it wouldn't be effective, but the minor distraction was all they needed as leader mare moved out of the way.
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"Hay Bale!..." Astrid's voice boomed in the room though she was not in it. "Kill....oh...well nevermind...seems you're already on the case......thanks for making me seem redundant Balboa...ass....wait..what do you mean this thing is still on?..."
GET HIM OUT OF THE BUILDING!!! She roared, her neck extending so her head could go after the leader, Mr.Fantastic/Orochimaru style.
Lone Star chose that moment to tackle one of the cultists to the ground and wail on them. With his forehooves.
TheAmishPirate
2013-10-30, 03:51 PM
Rainbow notices and laugh. She heard herslf and snaps her lips close. The laugh was deep and forceful. A chortle worthy of a fat jolly old soul with merry only a massive bearded mouth should sound.
Hoof over mouth she exits after Sandy. A throat clearing is made to disguise it all "So where...ahem.. where is the appointment? The address?"
Oh Luna...he laughs just like a big, cuddly softie...I wonder if he's ticklish too...
Sandy stoked a mental furnace and furiously shoveled thoughts and feelings into the disintegrating inferno. "The...address? O-oh, yes. Right here." Her glittery pink notepad flipped open, and she read off the address. "It's a fancy dress shop near th' town square with, well, it looked like a big ferris wheel on top of it."
(Ready for scene change?)
Manehatten
The icicles struck the porta-console directly, but the stallion who had been using it only gave Icy a wild grin. "Too late babe...its too late haha heh..."
As soon as Hay Bale charged she was met with a hailstorm of bullets. They knew it wouldn't be effective, but the minor distraction was all they needed as leader mare moved out of the way.
GET HIM OUT OF THE BUILDING!!! She roared, her neck extending so her head could go after the leader, Mr.Fantastic/Orochimaru style.
Lone Star chose that moment to tackle one of the cultists to the ground and wail on them. With his forehooves.
Icy cursed merrily under her breath. Whatever that thing did, it definitely wouldn't be good. Seeing the cultists being distracted by Hay Bale and now Lone Star, she took a chance to advance towards the freezer, and then using her telekinesis to try and open the door, all the while keeping a shield up.
The Cirrus
Gearstride watched the pair left, a faint strained smile on his face. "Really madam liuetenant? Sending off the two socially challenged crew members for an appointment. This can only end in my tears...of laughter."
"Heheh...whelp, since yer giving orders lieutenant, what would you request of me?" He asked looking at Silvermare.
"Well, I didn't exactly mean now now," Silverpine said with a slight wince. She rubbed the back of her head for a moment, then shook her head, sighing. "Well, I'm sure they'll be fine. Perhaps we should go and see Mr Blaze instead."
MCerberus
2013-11-02, 12:38 AM
Manehatten Madness
"Excuse me a moment."
Ammy pokes her head outside to see if there's something going on or if the guards are still around. If so she'll ask what the racket is. If not she looks around for a clue.
Orzel
2013-11-03, 09:40 AM
Oh Luna...he laughs just like a big, cuddly softie...I wonder if he's ticklish too...
Sandy stoked a mental furnace and furiously shoveled thoughts and feelings into the disintegrating inferno. "The...address? O-oh, yes. Right here." Her glittery pink notepad flipped open, and she read off the address. "It's a fancy dress shop near th' town square with, well, it looked like a big ferris wheel on top of it."
(Ready for scene change?)
Rainbow raises an eyebrow. "Where did you get that notepad?"
(yup)
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-03, 03:41 PM
Rainbow raises an eyebrow. "Where did you get that notepad?"
(yup)
"Ididn'tbuyitlikethat!" Sandy flushed bright red, quickly stashing the pink menace away. "Th-that is t'say, I think it's actually my notepad, only...filly-fied. Whatever magic got done t'us, it gave some of our personal effects a makeover too. Like my mane danglies." She batted her ribbon-tied pigtails out of her face, then huffed restlessly and trotted on down the corridor. "Ooooh, let's just go on an' get this dress-shoppin' over with..."
[A short time later - Inside Trottingham]
Even in the early hours of the day, Trottingham was a hive of hustle and activity. Ponies rushed to the stores before they grew too crowded, models pranced along the by-ways surrounded by their entourages, gypsy healers hawked their cures to passers-by, and tourists snapped up photos of every building worthy of a memory. The Fashion District was no different, though the crowds here were dressed far more....differently. Dresses that looked more like hula hoops trotted alongside skintight jumpsuits that seared the eyes of those looking directly at them. Every form or function of clothing imaginable trotted these streets in an eclectic mishmash of current trends and fashions.
Rainbow and Sandy had made their journey without incident, by normal mission standards. By their current physical standards, it was the longest trot of their lives. Sandy couldn't seem to trot five paces without hearing a squee of delight or spying a forehoof reaching from the crowd to tousle her mane. Were it not for the massive stallion by her side, some of those errant intrusions may have grown into full-on cuddling hugs. Rainbow, on the other hoof, was left completely unbothered and absolutely in the center of attention. Ponies everywhere strove to give him a wide berth, but he could feel the slack-jaw stares and hear the low whistles at the sight of her massive forelegs. Were it not for the tiny filly by her side, some of those silent observers may have dared to voice their intentions a little more clearly.
Finally, after what felt an age, the two reached the boutique in question. A miniature Ferris Wheel spun unceasing above the entrance to the Ferris Wheel Boutique - possibly inspired by another, more famous carnival-themed fashion shop - and real, live models posed and showed off their wares in the windows. The two of them trotted straight through the crowds and inside to the front desk, where a stylishly dressed receptionist tip-tapped away at a typewriter.
Sandy coughed and reared up against the front desk, the tip of her head barely coming into view. "Um, excuse me? I...we have an appointment? It, um, it should be under the name 'Cirrus'? As in the ship?"
No reaction.
Orzel
2013-11-04, 07:26 AM
"Ididn'tbuyitlikethat!" Sandy flushed bright red, quickly stashing the pink menace away. "Th-that is t'say, I think it's actually my notepad, only...filly-fied. Whatever magic got done t'us, it gave some of our personal effects a makeover too. Like my mane danglies." She batted her ribbon-tied pigtails out of her face, then huffed restlessly and trotted on down the corridor. "Ooooh, let's just go on an' get this dress-shoppin' over with..."
[A short time later - Inside Trottingham]
Even in the early hours of the day, Trottingham was a hive of hustle and activity. Ponies rushed to the stores before they grew too crowded, models pranced along the by-ways surrounded by their entourages, gypsy healers hawked their cures to passers-by, and tourists snapped up photos of every building worthy of a memory. The Fashion District was no different, though the crowds here were dressed far more....differently. Dresses that looked more like hula hoops trotted alongside skintight jumpsuits that seared the eyes of those looking directly at them. Every form or function of clothing imaginable trotted these streets in an eclectic mishmash of current trends and fashions.
Rainbow and Sandy had made their journey without incident, by normal mission standards. By their current physical standards, it was the longest trot of their lives. Sandy couldn't seem to trot five paces without hearing a squee of delight or spying a forehoof reaching from the crowd to tousle her mane. Were it not for the massive stallion by her side, some of those errant intrusions may have grown into full-on cuddling hugs. Rainbow, on the other hoof, was left completely unbothered and absolutely in the center of attention. Ponies everywhere strove to give him a wide berth, but he could feel the slack-jaw stares and hear the low whistles at the sight of her massive forelegs. Were it not for the tiny filly by her side, some of those silent observers may have dared to voice their intentions a little more clearly.
Finally, after what felt an age, the two reached the boutique in question. A miniature Ferris Wheel spun unceasing above the entrance to the Ferris Wheel Boutique - possibly inspired by another, more famous carnival-themed fashion shop - and real, live models posed and showed off their wares in the windows. The two of them trotted straight through the crowds and inside to the front desk, where a stylishly dressed receptionist tip-tapped away at a typewriter.
Sandy coughed and reared up against the front desk, the tip of her head barely coming into view. "Um, excuse me? I...we have an appointment? It, um, it should be under the name 'Cirrus'? As in the ship?"
No reaction.
Not being a girly mare before, she was unphased by the Trottingham attractions. But the attention was unsettling. She held it in as she was trained to do. So many openings for attack. No good bars in sight for some reason.
The inside of the boutique felt like a blessed sanctuary. Not for the contents but for the isolation from the gawkers outside. A deep clearing of the throat was made to support the quiet Sandy.
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-04, 09:20 PM
Not being a girly mare before, she was unphased by the Trottingham attractions. But the attention was unsettling. She held it in as she was trained to do. So many openings for attack. No good bars in sight for some reason.
The inside of the boutique felt like a blessed sanctuary. Not for the contents but for the isolation from the gawkers outside. A deep clearing of the throat was made to support the quiet Sandy.
The receptionist looked up. And up. And up.
"...welcome to the Ferris Wheel Boutique, sir." In a true testament to her professionalism, she broke off staring before it turned uncomfortable. "Home to the finest fashions in all of Trottingham for ponies of all shapes and sizes. How may we help you today? A suit fitting, perhaps? A present for a lucky little filly?"
Below the counter, Sandy madly waved her forelegs for attention, before hanging her head in shameful resignation.
(Waiting on Rainbow in the main thread)
Benson
2013-11-05, 11:51 AM
Manehatten
Astrid rolled her eyes at Hay Bale's barking and made some hoof gestures at some of the guards here.
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Kitchen
Leader mare ducked and weaved along and down the kitchen counters to avoid Hay Bale's, she moved with a weird agility.
The cultist being attacked by Lone Star grunted as he was wailed upon but he was down for the count to just take it like a noob. The cultist had no qualms for kicking below the belt, so that's what he did. Another moved to smash him in the head with some dinner plates make stabbyness with kitchen knives.
As Icy advanced she would find herself and her ice shield caught in some sort of telekinetic grab, being raised off the floor by a unicorn. Remaining cultists scrambled about, one moving for the freezer.
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As Ammy popped her head out she would see two approaching guards as the one outside of the door stood at attention.
"Madam, we've come here to escort you out, we need to move quickly." One of them said.
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Cirrus
Gearstride thinly smiled at Silverpine. "Yea...perhaps we should...." She said as she softly sighed and made for leaving the conference room none too enthusiastic looking.
Orzel
2013-11-05, 08:51 PM
The receptionist looked up. And up. And up.
"...welcome to the Ferris Wheel Boutique, sir." In a true testament to her professionalism, she broke off staring before it turned uncomfortable. "Home to the finest fashions in all of Trottingham for ponies of all shapes and sizes. How may we help you today? A suit fitting, perhaps? A present for a lucky little filly?"
Below the counter, Sandy madly waved her forelegs for attention, before hanging her head in shameful resignation.
(Waiting on Rainbow in the main thread)
Rainbow sighed. He ducked down and lifted Sandy with a soft a bite-hold like a lioness. "Ahem."
Kitchen
Leader mare ducked and weaved along and down the kitchen counters to avoid Hay Bale's, she moved with a weird agility.
The cultist being attacked by Lone Star grunted as he was wailed upon but he was down for the count to just take it like a noob. The cultist had no qualms for kicking below the belt, so that's what he did. Another moved to smash him in the head with some dinner plates make stabbyness with kitchen knives.
As Icy advanced she would find herself and her ice shield caught in some sort of telekinetic grab, being raised off the floor by a unicorn. Remaining cultists scrambled about, one moving for the freezer.
"Off with you, oaf," Icy snarled, forming a few icicles and smashing them into the unicorn, trying to keep her telekinetic grip on the shield. A corner of her eye caught the movement of the cultist scrambling towards the freezer, to which she froze the a large stretch of the floor in front of the freezer, hoping to trip the pony up.
Cirrus
Gearstride thinly smiled at Silverpine. "Yea...perhaps we should...." She said as she softly sighed and made for leaving the conference room none too enthusiastic looking.
Silverpine nodded her head, then followed her stallion-y captain out.
(Poke for Mindfreak, if he's still playing. If not, we can off-screen this.)
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-06, 04:39 PM
Rainbow sighed. He ducked down and lifted Sandy with a soft a bite-hold like a lioness. "Ahem."
Sandy squeaked in surprise as she was bodily lifted into view. She timidly waved to the staring receptionist. "Um, hello miss. I'm actually-"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh if you aren't just the most darling little thing I've ever seen!" The mare squealed and smooshed Sandy's cheeks affectionately. "Why I could just bake you into a pie and eat you up! You can call me Lace Trim, what's your name, sweetie?"
The petite mare shrank back and hid behind her tail. "I-I'm Sandy, Miss Trim. I was-"
"There's no need to be so formal, dear, you can call me Lace if you like."
"Oh, um, o-okay. Miss Lace, I-I have an appointment. It's under 'Cirrus'?" She thrust her badge out through the folds of her puffy tail.
"Cirrus? Hmmm, just a moment, darling." Lace Trim studied the badge closely and double-checked her books, trying hard not to giggle at the timid filly. "Cirrus...Cirrus...ohhh, here it is! Made yesterday, by that little cutie of a stallion. You Cirrus ponies must be a lucky bunch to have an airship chock full of the most precious ponies around." She winked playfully.
Sandy coughed uncomfortably, face turning bright red.
"And so shy too; just relax, dear! Today's all about you, and getting you the dress of your dreams!" Lace Trim trotted around the desk and stood before Rainbow, her back open and ready to accept the little filly. "I'll take you back to see Madame Wheel now. Your hubby can come back if he wants. We'll be trying on dresses, taking measurement, seeing what matches your mane, finding a trail that'll work with your tail..." she rambled off activity after activity that would drive the average stallion to the brink of death by boredom.
Sandy meanwhile, was becoming all too familiar with being rendered utterly speechless.
Hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hubby? Husband? Wife?!!?!
I...I think I'm gonna faint...pass out until this dream's over...
MCerberus
2013-11-08, 12:35 PM
Fox & Ammy
Oh boy, ambiguous evacuation order. That's just what they needed. Ammy doesn't waste much time before responding to the guard, "Our guest is going to need escorting out as well."
The unicorn points towards Fox Trot. The other one nopony cares about and can safely have something bad happen to.
Orzel
2013-11-09, 07:51 AM
Sandy squeaked in surprise as she was bodily lifted into view. She timidly waved to the staring receptionist. "Um, hello miss. I'm actually-"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh if you aren't just the most darling little thing I've ever seen!" The mare squealed and smooshed Sandy's cheeks affectionately. "Why I could just bake you into a pie and eat you up! You can call me Lace Trim, what's your name, sweetie?"
The petite mare shrank back and hid behind her tail. "I-I'm Sandy, Miss Trim. I was-"
"There's no need to be so formal, dear, you can call me Lace if you like."
"Oh, um, o-okay. Miss Lace, I-I have an appointment. It's under 'Cirrus'?" She thrust her badge out through the folds of her puffy tail.
"Cirrus? Hmmm, just a moment, darling." Lace Trim studied the badge closely and double-checked her books, trying hard not to giggle at the timid filly. "Cirrus...Cirrus...ohhh, here it is! Made yesterday, by that little cutie of a stallion. You Cirrus ponies must be a lucky bunch to have an airship chock full of the most precious ponies around." She winked playfully.
Sandy coughed uncomfortably, face turning bright red.
"And so shy too; just relax, dear! Today's all about you, and getting you the dress of your dreams!" Lace Trim trotted around the desk and stood before Rainbow, her back open and ready to accept the little filly. "I'll take you back to see Madame Wheel now. Your hubby can come back if he wants. We'll be trying on dresses, taking measurement, seeing what matches your mane, finding a trail that'll work with your tail..." she rambled off activity after activity that would drive the average stallion to the brink of death by boredom.
Sandy meanwhile, was becoming all too familiar with being rendered utterly speechless.
Hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hubby? Husband? Wife?!!?!
I...I think I'm gonna faint...pass out until this dream's over...
The new stallion brain was crippled by the dress talk. Not that stallions couldn't like dress talk but Rainbow never cared for it too much as a mare. So as a stallion, it felt like death. So much so, Rainbow missed the marriage part. "Uh. You need an escort Sandy?" he asked?
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-09, 12:09 PM
The new stallion brain was crippled by the dress talk. Not that stallions couldn't like dress talk but Rainbow never cared for it too much as a mare. So as a stallion, it felt like death. So much so, Rainbow missed the marriage part. "Uh. You need an escort Sandy?" he asked?
"Um," Sandy fiddled with her hooves anxiously, playing at her poofy tail. "I-if you don't want to, it's okay. I-I can manage. Gettin' th' dress. B-but I wouldn't be c-cross if you were back there. That is, er, I like seein' you-oh goodness, I mean, I wouldn't mind it. You bein' there. With me." She mushed her tail into her face, hiding her flushing cheeks.
Lace Trim tittered in amusement at the cute couple as she waited patiently for them to come to a decision.
Orzel
2013-11-10, 11:15 AM
"Um," Sandy fiddled with her hooves anxiously, playing at her poofy tail. "I-if you don't want to, it's okay. I-I can manage. Gettin' th' dress. B-but I wouldn't be c-cross if you were back there. That is, er, I like seein' you-oh goodness, I mean, I wouldn't mind it. You bein' there. With me." She mushed her tail into her face, hiding her flushing cheeks.
Lace Trim tittered in amusement at the cute couple as she waited patiently for them to come to a decision.
"Ug. C'mon." Rainbow said with the little mare in his grasp. "Let's try out some dress, Miss Lace." The fake enthusiasm oozed out of that one.
Benson
2013-11-12, 09:22 PM
"Off with you, oaf," Icy snarled, forming a few icicles and smashing them into the unicorn, trying to keep her telekinetic grip on the shield. A corner of her eye caught the movement of the cultist scrambling towards the freezer, to which she froze the a large stretch of the floor in front of the freezer, hoping to trip the pony up.
The unicorn smirked and concentrated harder as Icy would find her icicles caught in the same magical hold as she was as they hovered about her.
The other pony sweat dropped as the ground before him stretched with a slick icy floor. He jumped and then used the icy floor to slide along it and have it carry him. He then smirked after initial surprise and raspberried Icy as he 'skated' to towards the freezer.
Fox & Ammy
Oh boy, ambiguous evacuation order. That's just what they needed. Ammy doesn't waste much time before responding to the guard, "Our guest is going to need escorting out as well."
The unicorn points towards Fox Trot. The other one nopony cares about and can safely have something bad happen to.
"Jeeze...ain't gonna tell us at least what's going on?" Fox asked sarcastically at the guards who just gave him a dead flat stare and then put their attention on Ammy.
"Very well madam," The guards said to Ammy in regards to escorting Fox out. Fox furrowed his brow grumpily as he read between the lines of their words.
"Mmm...sir...to we take the other prisoner as well?" One guard asked another guard who was shoving Fox to his hooves.
"Mmm....there weren't any orders specifically about him...Mmmm...hmmm...take him along, keep him unconscious and restrained," The lead guard answered whilst the other guard nodded his head. The lead guard then turned his head to Ammy.
"My apologies ma'am for the vagueness, but it seems, this fella...the unconscious one, had friends who are currently holding the kitchen staff hostage." He said with a small head bow whilst lifting of the other fella happened.
HalfTangible
2013-11-12, 10:02 PM
The unicorn smirked and concentrated harder as Icy would find her icicles caught in the same magical hold as she was as they hovered about her.
The other pony sweat dropped as the ground before him stretched with a slick icy floor. He jumped and then used the icy floor to slide along it and have it carry him. He then smirked after initial surprise and raspberried Icy as he 'skated' to towards the freezer.
Hay Bale didn't think it was that unreasonable to expect that, when someone tries to kill you, you should at least be minorly inconvenienced. And not slide down a slippy patch of ice OR ****ING SMIRK ABOUT IT.
Hay Bale suddenly vanished, her invisibility spell flaring back up. She galloped (loudly) towards the freezer herself. If she got there first (unlikely) she would simply stand in front of the door and dare the idiot to come running.
If not, there was going to be cultist brain (or lack thereof) all over the door.
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Lone Star flapped his wings, once, and shot above both of the other ponies. The kicking pony's leg flew towards the one about to hit him with dinner plates... though now the metal winged pegasus was fairly exposed.
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-13, 09:09 PM
"Ug. C'mon." Rainbow said with the little mare in his grasp. "Let's try out some dress, Miss Lace." The fake enthusiasm oozed out of that one.
Lace Trim knickered silently in frustration. So close to giving that precious baby a back-ride... "Come on and follow me, everypony. Miss Wheel'll see you now." The trio walked through the curtained doors into the heart of...another set of curtains. And another. And another.
Ten sets of velvet-lined barriers later, they emerged into the actual heart of the boutique. Sequestered from the outside world, the interior presented itself meekly with a subdued, gentle colors. Unlike the dazzling dress shops that reeled in customers with their gaudy, harsh colors - and indeed, unlike the exterior of this dress shop - here was the lair of a designer who clearly valued a more tender approach to clothing. Dresses with fluttery wings, springtime colors, and long, flowing trails adorned the mannikins. Bolts of fabric lay nice and neat in rows, next to bins of sequins, gems, and what looked like foil-wrapped candies. From somewhere, they could hear the sounds of a small waterfall and the chirping of birds.
The sole inhabitant of the room sat with her back to the visitors, hunched over a sewing machine and working intently on a piece of fabric. Her smooth, light pink coat contrasted well with her pale blond mane, which hung in a long, braided ponytail, away from her work. Lace Trim had to go through five levels of polite coughs before she turned to look. "Madam Wheel? You have a customer, an appointment from that airship that came to town the other day?"
Reluctantly setting aside her work, Madam Wheel trotted daintily to Rainbow and Sandy. She looked over the two of them, scrutinizing them with her wide, piercing eyes, down to what felt like their very souls. She made measurements in the air, taking their proportions with her hooves as her mouth moved in some private conversation with herself. She fetched rolls of fabric, holding them out and comparing them to Rainbow's massive legs. She nodded, picked up a hoof-full of sequins, and held both out questioningly to the pair.
"Madam Wheel?" Lace Trim went to the sixth polite cough. "You might want to speak up just a little bit."
Madam Wheel winced visibly. "Oh, I'm so sorry." she said in a timid, mousy voice. "I was saying, we can have your suit ready by tomorrow, but I think it will cost you some extra Bits."
"...Madam Wheel, maybe you should think about starting from the beginning?"
"Really? Oh, um, if you think so..." She curtseyed elegantly to the pair of ponies. "Hello, my name is Madam Wheel. What sort of clothes can I make for you today?" She beamed warmly.
The unicorn smirked and concentrated harder as Icy would find her icicles caught in the same magical hold as she was as they hovered about her.
The other pony sweat dropped as the ground before him stretched with a slick icy floor. He jumped and then used the icy floor to slide along it and have it carry him. He then smirked after initial surprise and raspberried Icy as he 'skated' to towards the freezer.
Aha, but see then, the pony (the one heading towards the freezer) was now on one of Icy's element. His motion would abruptly stop half-way through, as his hooves suddenly froze solid to the iced floor. Probably ironically saving him from an untimely death.
As for Mr Grab-It, Icy decided a more blunt approach was needed. An ice hammer appeared from behind, hopefully sneaking past the unicorn's perception and prepared to smash his head in.
Orzel
2013-11-14, 06:47 PM
Lace Trim knickered silently in frustration. So close to giving that precious baby a back-ride... "Come on and follow me, everypony. Miss Wheel'll see you now." The trio walked through the curtained doors into the heart of...another set of curtains. And another. And another.
Ten sets of velvet-lined barriers later, they emerged into the actual heart of the boutique. Sequestered from the outside world, the interior presented itself meekly with a subdued, gentle colors. Unlike the dazzling dress shops that reeled in customers with their gaudy, harsh colors - and indeed, unlike the exterior of this dress shop - here was the lair of a designer who clearly valued a more tender approach to clothing. Dresses with fluttery wings, springtime colors, and long, flowing trails adorned the mannikins. Bolts of fabric lay nice and neat in rows, next to bins of sequins, gems, and what looked like foil-wrapped candies. From somewhere, they could hear the sounds of a small waterfall and the chirping of birds.
The sole inhabitant of the room sat with her back to the visitors, hunched over a sewing machine and working intently on a piece of fabric. Her smooth, light pink coat contrasted well with her pale blond mane, which hung in a long, braided ponytail, away from her work. Lace Trim had to go through five levels of polite coughs before she turned to look. "Madam Wheel? You have a customer, an appointment from that airship that came to town the other day?"
Reluctantly setting aside her work, Madam Wheel trotted daintily to Rainbow and Sandy. She looked over the two of them, scrutinizing them with her wide, piercing eyes, down to what felt like their very souls. She made measurements in the air, taking their proportions with her hooves as her mouth moved in some private conversation with herself. She fetched rolls of fabric, holding them out and comparing them to Rainbow's massive legs. She nodded, picked up a hoof-full of sequins, and held both out questioningly to the pair.
"Madam Wheel?" Lace Trim went to the sixth polite cough. "You might want to speak up just a little bit."
Madam Wheel winced visibly. "Oh, I'm so sorry." she said in a timid, mousy voice. "I was saying, we can have your suit ready by tomorrow, but I think it will cost you some extra Bits."
"...Madam Wheel, maybe you should think about starting from the beginning?"
"Really? Oh, um, if you think so..." She curtseyed elegantly to the pair of ponies. "Hello, my name is Madam Wheel. What sort of clothes can I make for you today?" She beamed warmly.
A suit? why would she think I needed a suit.
Rainbow looked at the pink and blonde mare with apprehension due to a warped familiarity. She looked like faded Hover with her mane not blackened with dyes and not as much of a waif. And she voice was sweeter than the sour grimness of the Cirrus' helmspony.
The giant magenta stallion turned to Lace Trim and dropped the tiny blue mare he was totting. Rainbow knew Sandy would stammer through the introductions and conservation between a moe and a mouse would be unbearable. "We've come to get her a dress."
MCerberus
2013-11-15, 12:58 PM
What Does the Foxtrot Say?
"It's a shame that their associate wasn't more resilient or we'd know more of their plans," Ammy factually states. At this point it may be a tossup over which of her duties the guards take as an excuse to not socialize much with the mare.
The whole situation is turning into a mess. This will likely mean Balboa, Astrid, and Ammy are going to be involved in one of those 'says nothing with doublespeak' press conferences that the papers just love after a fiasco. At least it's not her job to come up with the spin, just confuse people with lawyer words.
"I assume there's a plan for handling the situation?"
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-17, 09:38 PM
A suit? why would she think I needed a suit.
Rainbow looked at the pink and blonde mare with apprehension due to a warped familiarity. She looked like faded Hover with her mane not blackened with dyes and not as much of a waif. And she voice was sweeter than the sour grimness of the Cirrus' helmspony.
The giant magenta stallion turned to Lace Trim and dropped the tiny blue mare he was totting. Rainbow knew Sandy would stammer through the introductions and conservation between a moe and a mouse would be unbearable. "We've come to get her a dress."
Sandy landed with a delicate *oof!*, and shook herself steady. "What she said. We're lookin' for a dress for th' pageant an'...an'...ma'am?"
Madam Wheel had frozen, her expression one of purest delight.
"Miss Wheel? Um, are y'feelin' alr-"
"Oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness!" Before Sandy could blink, Madam Wheel swept her up and twirled her around the boutique. "You are soooooooooooooo cuuuuuuute!" She nuzzled the stunned little filly's cheek mercilessly. Gingerly setting her down, the pink mare knelt down to her level and smiled warmly. "Hi! My name's Loom Wheel. What's yours?"
"I...my...name?" Sandy's eyes spun dizzying circles. She'd heard the world of high fashion and pageants would be rough, but this was ridiculous. "Um, it's...it's Sandy. Ma'am."
"There, there, don't be so nervous, Sandy." She cooed soothingly. "If you'd like, you can just call me Loom. Whatever you're comfy with. Okay?"
Sandy nodded, not trusting her squeaky voice to say anything right.
"Oh, wonderful! Now then, if you'll just stand over here, nice and still, and I'll make you a dress right away." She guided Sandy over to a small circle in the middle of the room, and posed her in a neutral standing position. "Now hold still for me, please; I have to go talk to your husband for a moment, okay?"
Sandy's eye twitched noticeably.
Skipping back over to Rainbow, Madam Wheel gave a small curtsey. "I have a few dresses for your Sandy to try on, if you could please help her into them. Once you've found the one that makes you both the happiest, I'll alter it down for her size." The pink mare squeaked out a demure grin. "Oh, she'll look so pretty, you'll see!"
(Montage, ho?)
Orzel
2013-11-21, 09:54 PM
Sandy landed with a delicate *oof!*, and shook herself steady. "What she said. We're lookin' for a dress for th' pageant an'...an'...ma'am?"
Madam Wheel had frozen, her expression one of purest delight.
"Miss Wheel? Um, are y'feelin' alr-"
"Oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness!" Before Sandy could blink, Madam Wheel swept her up and twirled her around the boutique. "You are soooooooooooooo cuuuuuuute!" She nuzzled the stunned little filly's cheek mercilessly. Gingerly setting her down, the pink mare knelt down to her level and smiled warmly. "Hi! My name's Loom Wheel. What's yours?"
"I...my...name?" Sandy's eyes spun dizzying circles. She'd heard the world of high fashion and pageants would be rough, but this was ridiculous. "Um, it's...it's Sandy. Ma'am."
"There, there, don't be so nervous, Sandy." She cooed soothingly. "If you'd like, you can just call me Loom. Whatever you're comfy with. Okay?"
Sandy nodded, not trusting her squeaky voice to say anything right.
"Oh, wonderful! Now then, if you'll just stand over here, nice and still, and I'll make you a dress right away." She guided Sandy over to a small circle in the middle of the room, and posed her in a neutral standing position. "Now hold still for me, please; I have to go talk to your husband for a moment, okay?"
Sandy's eye twitched noticeably.
Skipping back over to Rainbow, Madam Wheel gave a small curtsey. "I have a few dresses for your Sandy to try on, if you could please help her into them. Once you've found the one that makes you both the happiest, I'll alter it down for her size." The pink mare squeaked out a demure grin. "Oh, she'll look so pretty, you'll see!"
(Montage, ho?)
Thed gigantic stallion creaked an "O....kay." The idea of watching Sandy be fitted for dress after dress sickened him somewhat. But there was a bit of envy masked within the remnants of her female form. "Sure?"
(Montage!)
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-24, 10:28 PM
Thed gigantic stallion creaked an "O....kay." The idea of watching Sandy be fitted for dress after dress sickened him somewhat. But there was a bit of envy masked within the remnants of her female form. "Sure?"
(Montage!)
The morning blurred into one indeterminate blur of measurements, color comparisons, tight squeezes, many an accidental trip into Rainbow's waiting hooves, equally as many stifled giggles at the blushing couple, and last, but not least, dresses! Madam Wheel's boutique came complete with a handy camera, which she used at every opportunity to snap up photos of poor Sandy in her many different outfits...
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"This one really brings out your mane, Miss Sandy. Quite the summer look on you!"
Sandy shifted uncomfortably in a long, flowing, seafoam-blue dress, made to look like waves rolling and crashing upon her sand-flecked mane. She wore around her head a garland of seashells and colorful, braided seaweed. "I-I don't know...I feel more out of th' water than in it..."
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"A-are y'sure th' judges'll like this?" Sandy nearly disappeared beneath a pair of poofy black, lace-trim shoulders. The rest of the pony was equally obscured underneath a pile of elegant, gothic lace. A parasol stuck out from the mountain of material like a flag of surrender. "I-I though they had t'see me at least once..."
"Oh don't worry! That's what the swimsuit round is for!"
"*eeep!*"
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A pair of sparkling, dew-strewn fairy wings tickled Sandy's ears each time she moved, nearly upsetting her crown of spring flowers. Layers of veils and vines made up the remainder of the dress, leaving the whole thing feeling...rather insubstantial. "Um, excuse me, b-but why do I got wings if'n they don't work?"
"Oh, I think most Princesses I've read about have had at least one pair of wings." Madam Wheel nodded sagely.
"B-but what if somepony asks me t'fly?"
"Maybe you could just jump really high?"
"...I-I-I don't think that'd be best..." Sandy anxiously glanced to her rather non-opaque dress.
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And so it went, trying on dress after dress after dress after dress, with Madam Wheel's camera snapping them all up. Sandy could only hope and pray that no records of this dark day would survive...
At some point, a certain Captain and Lieutenant might finish their talk and find their way inside. For moral support, of course. :smalltongue:
(If anypony else has a nice dress idea, go ahead. I'm just putting down a few notable ones. I figure if anypony has an idea that folk like, we'll just run with that one.)
And so it went, trying on dress after dress after dress after dress, with Madam Wheel's camera snapping them all up. Sandy could only hope and pray that no records of this dark day would survive...
At some point, a certain Captain and Lieutenant might finish their talk and find their way inside. For moral support, of course. :smalltongue:
(If anypony else has a nice dress idea, go ahead. I'm just putting down a few notable ones. I figure if anypony has an idea that folk like, we'll just run with that one.)
Oh yes. Most fortunate that the little talk the Captain and Lieutenant were having finished quite early, so they were able to wander over to the shop to check on the progress of their underlings. :smalltongue:
...
Or maybe it wasn't so fortunate from the point of view of Sandy, who was just hustled into a revealing lavender corset that was pulled tight around her slender frame, topped with flowery bonnet lavished with all sort of flora decorations. Madam Wheel was in the midst of choosing whether or not to add a decorative shawl to complete the ensemble.
"Alright, Mister Shores should be..." Silverpine's voice trailed off as Sandy and co came into view. She went stock still, looking very much stunned. "... wow."
Benson
2013-11-25, 11:51 AM
Hay Bale didn't think it was that unreasonable to expect that, when someone tries to kill you, you should at least be minorly inconvenienced. And not slide down a slippy patch of ice OR ****ING SMIRK ABOUT IT.
Clearly then the baddies and Hay Bale had different view points on this.
Hay Bale suddenly vanished, her invisibility spell flaring back up. She galloped (loudly) towards the freezer herself. If she got there first (unlikely) she would simply stand in front of the door and dare the idiot to come running.
If not, there was going to be cultist brain (or lack thereof) all over the door.
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Lone Star flapped his wings, once, and shot above both of the other ponies. The kicking pony's leg flew towards the one about to hit him with dinner plates... though now the metal winged pegasus was fairly exposed.
Aha, but see then, the pony (the one heading towards the freezer) was now on one of Icy's element. His motion would abruptly stop half-way through, as his hooves suddenly froze solid to the iced floor. Probably ironically saving him from an untimely death.
As for Mr Grab-It, Icy decided a more blunt approach was needed. An ice hammer appeared from behind, hopefully sneaking past the unicorn's perception and prepared to smash his head in.
"Aces!...Watch it!" Yelled out leader mare as then the unicorn stopped, dropped and rolled out of the way before the ice hammer could paint the kitchen red. However doing so caused him to lose concentration on his hold on Icy and dropped her to the ground.
The pony stuck in the ice grunted and tried to break free to no avail but then he would find the ice being shot at by another with their rifle, breaking up the ice for him...Just a few seconds more....
As for the one about to get kicked, well he got kicked and was sent flying to the stove, battered and bruised he was.
Leader mare grunted as she surveyed the scene for a few moments. She knew it there was no surviving this...they all knew that but....she also knew....Balboa would have to pay....Just two more minutes..and it would be all over....
After renewing her resolve she barked her orders. "Keep them occupied!..whatever you can, til your last breath!" And so her brethren would continue doing so..
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What Does the Foxtrot Say?
"It's a shame that their associate wasn't more resilient or we'd know more of their plans," Ammy factually states. At this point it may be a tossup over which of her duties the guards take as an excuse to not socialize much with the mare.
The whole situation is turning into a mess. This will likely mean Balboa, Astrid, and Ammy are going to be involved in one of those 'says nothing with doublespeak' press conferences that the papers just love after a fiasco. At least it's not her job to come up with the spin, just confuse people with lawyer words.
"I assume there's a plan for handling the situation?"
Fox Trot says don't make such references ever again
"At the moment, Mister Shag has Miss Hay Bale on the task though it seems she was joined by two others, a black pegasi and an icy blue unicorn." The guard replied as they walked.
Fox weakly jolted. "That...has to be Icy...!" He tried to pull away but the hoofcuffed stallion was easily kept in place. "Let me go!..I got to..get to her..!"
"My apologies, but Mister Shag had specific orders for us for you, we cannot allow you to do so," The other guard replied as the group passed down a hall and headed for the emergency stairs.
"Sorry madam, but the elevators in a situation like this, aren't the best choice." The guard gave Ammy a nod.
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Outside the Dockerfeller Building
Media hounds were like this like flies on manure, ready to broadcast Balboa's words over the radio. It was getting all kinds of crazy as photographers swooped and let the shutter fly. Balboa stood among the front of the building, his guards forming their protective wall around him.
"Hold up with the questions...right now..." Balboa said as he pushed away a mic on a stick dramtically away as he put on a sad thoughtful look on his face. "Right now...we have to pray that those still in there get out safely....right now...their safety should be in your thoughts instead first." A camera flashed in his face as a pegasus was batted away by his guards.
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Poor Sandy Shores
Gearstride just stared, creepily. "Wow indeed....Dang Sandy...you look...cute-hot." Gear smirked as they found themselves ogling for a sec. Gear then nudged Silverpine.
"Hey lieutenant, you think you'd ever dress up for me before...this is all over?" They grinned.
Orzel
2013-11-26, 01:04 AM
The morning blurred into one indeterminate blur of measurements, color comparisons, tight squeezes, many an accidental trip into Rainbow's waiting hooves, equally as many stifled giggles at the blushing couple, and last, but not least, dresses! Madam Wheel's boutique came complete with a handy camera, which she used at every opportunity to snap up photos of poor Sandy in her many different outfits...
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"This one really brings out your mane, Miss Sandy. Quite the summer look on you!"
Sandy shifted uncomfortably in a long, flowing, seafoam-blue dress, made to look like waves rolling and crashing upon her sand-flecked mane. She wore around her head a garland of seashells and colorful, braided seaweed. "I-I don't know...I feel more out of th' water than in it..."
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"A-are y'sure th' judges'll like this?" Sandy nearly disappeared beneath a pair of poofy black, lace-trim shoulders. The rest of the pony was equally obscured underneath a pile of elegant, gothic lace. A parasol stuck out from the mountain of material like a flag of surrender. "I-I though they had t'see me at least once..."
"Oh don't worry! That's what the swimsuit round is for!"
"*eeep!*"
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A pair of sparkling, dew-strewn fairy wings tickled Sandy's ears each time she moved, nearly upsetting her crown of spring flowers. Layers of veils and vines made up the remainder of the dress, leaving the whole thing feeling...rather insubstantial. "Um, excuse me, b-but why do I got wings if'n they don't work?"
"Oh, I think most Princesses I've read about have had at least one pair of wings." Madam Wheel nodded sagely.
"B-but what if somepony asks me t'fly?"
"Maybe you could just jump really high?"
"...I-I-I don't think that'd be best..." Sandy anxiously glanced to her rather non-opaque dress.
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And so it went, trying on dress after dress after dress after dress, with Madam Wheel's camera snapping them all up. Sandy could only hope and pray that no records of this dark day would survive...
At some point, a certain Captain and Lieutenant might finish their talk and find their way inside. For moral support, of course. :smalltongue:
(If anypony else has a nice dress idea, go ahead. I'm just putting down a few notable ones. I figure if anypony has an idea that folk like, we'll just run with that one.)
Oh it was torture.
Sure he enjoyed looking at Sandy. The attraction to female things made him feel weird. But it was soooooo boring.
His eyes widened when his superiors appeared. "Captain. Please select a dress for Sandy.... quickly," Rainbow pleaded.
Clearly then the baddies and Hay Bale had different view points on this.
"Aces!...Watch it!" Yelled out leader mare as then the unicorn stopped, dropped and rolled out of the way before the ice hammer could paint the kitchen red. However doing so caused him to lose concentration on his hold on Icy and dropped her to the ground.
The pony stuck in the ice grunted and tried to break free to no avail but then he would find the ice being shot at by another with their rifle, breaking up the ice for him...Just a few seconds more....
As for the one about to get kicked, well he got kicked and was sent flying to the stove, battered and bruised he was.
Leader mare grunted as she surveyed the scene for a few moments. She knew it there was no surviving this...they all knew that but....she also knew....Balboa would have to pay....Just two more minutes..and it would be all over....
After renewing her resolve she barked her orders. "Keep them occupied!..whatever you can, til your last breath!" And so her brethren would continue doing so..
Icy dropped to the ground with a slight grunt, but continued to swing the ice hammer at the unicorn, determined to at least knock this pest out. Upon hearing the leader-mare orders, something clicked in her mind. Their odd behaviour. Their determination to keep them from the hostages. "Hay Bale. Get that ****ing freezer open. They're stalling for something!" Stop, drop, roll to duck a lunge from the side.
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-26, 10:32 AM
[Dress Shopping - The Fun Has Been Doubled]
Poor Sandy indeed.
The petite mare suppressed a groan as she noticed her growing audience. Why did fate not only insist on humiliating her, but also bringing along her closest friends to watch? "Cap'n. Silver...pine?" She blinked confusedly, registering her friend's shocked silence and her superior's...quite directed stare. "Um, guys? What's wrong? What's gotten into..." Her voice caught in her throat as she followed their eyes. Right to the shapely, revealing corset tightly hugging her frame.
"See? I knew that color would match your coat wonderfully!"
Sandy's pale blue face flushed a bright violet. With a squeal she covered herself - and her outfit - up with her poofy tail.
"Oh, good thinking! I almost forgot the tail-flowers." Madam Wheel obliviously started weaving some long-stemmed flowers into her tail.
Still, with Sandy having an attack of the nerves, the other crewponies couldn't easily judge her dress. Fortunately, Madam Wheel had thought to pin all the dress pictures to one of the boutique walls, so the Captain and Silverpine could easily see alllllll of Sandy's potential choices. :smallamused:
Benson
2013-11-26, 10:51 PM
"You know...I kinda like fairy princess Sandy...it has a special cuteness to it," Gearstride grinned after walking past Sandy and Rainbow and taking a gander at the various photos of Sandy in 'her' various dresses.
HalfTangible
2013-11-27, 12:27 AM
"Aces!...Watch it!" Yelled out leader mare as then the unicorn stopped, dropped and rolled out of the way before the ice hammer could paint the kitchen red. However doing so caused him to lose concentration on his hold on Icy and dropped her to the ground.
The pony stuck in the ice grunted and tried to break free to no avail but then he would find the ice being shot at by another with their rifle, breaking up the ice for him...Just a few seconds more....
As for the one about to get kicked, well he got kicked and was sent flying to the stove, battered and bruised he was.
Leader mare grunted as she surveyed the scene for a few moments. She knew it there was no surviving this...they all knew that but....she also knew....Balboa would have to pay....Just two more minutes..and it would be all over....
After renewing her resolve she barked her orders. "Keep them occupied!..whatever you can, til your last breath!" And so her brethren would continue doing so.
Lone Star didn't like the sound of that. He charged as quickly as his wings could carry him towards the leader mare. The hell are you even doing, you psychotic bitch?!
Icy dropped to the ground with a slight grunt, but continued to swing the ice hammer at the unicorn, determined to at least knock this pest out. Upon hearing the leader-mare orders, something clicked in her mind. Their odd behaviour. Their determination to keep them from the hostages. "Hay Bale. Get that ****ing freezer open. They're stalling for something!" Stop, drop, roll to duck a lunge from the side.
They'll be exposed, get a wall up!! She yelled, turning around to the freezer. Her hooves suddenly expanded into a massive pair of claws as she ripped the freezer door off it's hinges.
[Dress Shopping - The Fun Has Been Doubled]
Poor Sandy indeed.
The petite mare suppressed a groan as she noticed her growing audience. Why did fate not only insist on humiliating her, but also bringing along her closest friends to watch? "Cap'n. Silver...pine?" She blinked confusedly, registering her friend's shocked silence and her superior's...quite directed stare. "Um, guys? What's wrong? What's gotten into..." Her voice caught in her throat as she followed their eyes. Right to the shapely, revealing corset tightly hugging her frame.
"See? I knew that color would match your coat wonderfully!"
Sandy's pale blue face flushed a bright violet. With a squeal she covered herself - and her outfit - up with her poofy tail.
"Oh, good thinking! I almost forgot the tail-flowers." Madam Wheel obliviously started weaving some long-stemmed flowers into her tail.
Still, with Sandy having an attack of the nerves, the other crewponies couldn't easily judge her dress. Fortunately, Madam Wheel had thought to pin all the dress pictures to one of the boutique walls, so the Captain and Silverpine could easily see alllllll of Sandy's potential choices. :smallamused:
It took Silverpine some time to snap out of staring at Sandy, made almost unfamiliar by the strange dresses she was partaking in. "Oh ummmm... what was that again, Captain?" she said, blinking. Then realising the Captain had walked on ahead, went to join him at the wall where all the photos were pinned. "Ah. Captain. Maybe something less frilly?" Celestia forbid anypony actually trying to wear such a flimsy costume.
MCerberus
2013-11-28, 11:46 PM
Ammy and Foxtrot, not making any references twilicane
"Of course," Ammy responds to the guards letting them take the lead to the emergency fire stairs. Hopefully her dress doesn't cause any issues while they're in a hurry. The line she bought from does not do 'simple'.
"It's for your and likely her safety," the mare states to Fox Trot. It's not so much reassuring as another CYA checkbox.
TheAmishPirate
2013-11-28, 11:54 PM
"You know...I kinda like fairy princess Sandy...it has a special cuteness to it," Gearstride grinned after walking past Sandy and Rainbow and taking a gander at the various photos of Sandy in 'her' various dresses.
It took Silverpine some time to snap out of staring at Sandy, made almost unfamiliar by the strange dresses she was partaking in. "Oh ummmm... what was that again, Captain?" she said, blinking. Then realising the Captain had walked on ahead, went to join him at the wall where all the photos were pinned. "Ah. Captain. Maybe something less frilly?" Celestia forbid anypony actually trying to wear such a flimsy costume.
"The Spring Princess line is one of my favorites." Madam Wheel warmly smiled, humming a happy little work tune as she expertly braided flowers into Sandy's long, billowy tail. "For Earth Ponies and Pegasi, I make the most dear little horn out of branches and vines. Anypony who wears it gets to feel like a Princess, even if it's just for a little while."
Sandy, meanwhile, was far too busy trying to remain concealed and covered to offer much to the discussion. Really, so long as she didn't have to walk outside in something like this corset, she'd be happy. At least as happy as a stallion-turned-mare might be under the circumstances. :smalltongue:
Benson
2013-12-05, 12:43 AM
Manehatten Madness
"Righting wrongs.." Leader mare whatsherface calmly replied to Hay Bale with a smirk as Hay Bale ripped off the freezer door. Inside were the scared and some tearful eyes of the kitchen staff, along with Chef Julienne and Sun Kissed, bound, gagged, with some of the unicorn staff with magic canceling horn rings whatits. Most of them now extra scared though Julienne was more deadpan 'wtf' considering she was aware of Hay Bale and her 'weirdness' we'll call it. But she quickly dropped the expression and shook her head as if trying to indicate something.
The unicorn grunted but saw the ice hammer coming a mile away and 'ported away before brains could get rustled, he would appear behind Icy and try to kick forward against her neck.
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Fox Derp
"Her safety??...You...ack...gait off....you heartless broodmare.....She's in danger and I'm...aaagh....!" He weakly said. It wasn't his best insult, but it felt good enough to Fox.
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Trottingham
"Less frilly? Hahah...Sweetheart, let us mar--...marrrrrrrderr...whatever...Us...by that I mean myself and the lovely Madam Wheel decide frills...." A flashed wink and grin at the dressmaker. "But in my opinion, since we're going for a cutesy look for our dearest Sandy, frills and lace is a way to go, to put emphasis on the cute and innocent." Gearstride, in 'his' speech took a rather passionate and dramatic turn.
HalfTangible
2013-12-05, 12:47 AM
Manehatten Madness
"Righting wrongs.." Leader mare whatsherface calmly replied to Hay Bale with a smirk as Hay Bale ripped off the freezer door. Inside were the scared and some tearful eyes of the kitchen staff, along with Chef Julienne and Sun Kissed, bound, gagged, with some of the unicorn staff with magic canceling horn rings whatits. Most of them now extra scared though Julienne was more deadpan 'wtf' considering she was aware of Hay Bale and her 'weirdness' we'll call it. But she quickly dropped the expression and shook her head as if trying to indicate something.
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Fox Derp
"Her safety??...You...ack...gait off....you heartless broodmare.....She's in danger and I'm...aaagh....!" He weakly said. It wasn't his best insult, but it felt good enough to Fox.
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Trottingham
"Less frilly? Hahah...Sweetheart, let us mar--...marrrrrrrderr...whatever...Us...by that I mean myself and the lovely Madam Wheel decide frills...." A flashed wink and grin at the dressmaker. "But in my opinion, since we're going for a cutesy look for our dearest Sandy, frills and lace is a way to go, to put emphasis on the cute and innocent." Gearstride, in 'his' speech took a rather passionate and dramatic turn.
Lone Star, not willing to put up with bullcrap, punched her in the face. One, I'm Lone Star, not Hay Bale. Two, more specifically, what are you doing? Holding a bunch of random innocents who have nothing to do with Balboa hostage for some bizarre reason
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Hay Bale tilted her head to the side as her mass expanded to block the door. ...Okay, you don't want me to come in? There's something that'll go off if I do, I guess?
Trottingham
"Less frilly? Hahah...Sweetheart, let us mar--...marrrrrrrderr...whatever...Us...by that I mean myself and the lovely Madam Wheel decide frills...." A flashed wink and grin at the dressmaker. "But in my opinion, since we're going for a cutesy look for our dearest Sandy, frills and lace is a way to go, to put emphasis on the cute and innocent." Gearstride, in 'his' speech took a rather passionate and dramatic turn.
Silverpine's ears perked up in the direction of the captain, the lieutenant shooting him a sidelong glance, before turning to regard Madam Wheel. "I... wouldn't presume to know much about fashion, but I think the corset mmmmmight be on the revealing side." Such was an understatement of the year.
TheAmishPirate
2013-12-05, 10:55 PM
Silverpine's ears perked up in the direction of the captain, the lieutenant shooting him a sidelong glance, before turning to regard Madam Wheel. "I... wouldn't presume to know much about fashion, but I think the corset mmmmmight be on the revealing side." Such was an understatement of the year.
"Really?" Madam Wheel frowned, and peered over Sandy's tail. Which drove Sandy to no small amount of embarrassed blushing. "I thought that, since there was so little pony to show, it would be hard to reveal anything at all, but, um, if you say so..."
Sandy yelped in surprise as Madam Wheel deftly removed the corset, and she finally felt sweet, glorious air in her lungs again. But before the poor pony could savor a breath of freedom, she and Rainbow were whisked off to the changing booth once again.
Several minutes of dainty grunting from Miss Wheel, strained groans from Sandy, and bored sighs from Rainbow, the trio emerged, with Sandy resplendent in her faerie Princess dress. Alternating strips of transparent silk with glittering dew-drop gems and flowing, plant-like fabrics made up a bulk of the dress. Although lacking in any definite structure, the sheer number of them, laid out seemingly randomly, covered up the blushing pony underneath more than adequately. Madam Wheel had decided to leave the flowers weaved into Sandy's tail; they matched her floral crown ever so nicely. But most noticeable of all were the graceful butterfly wings perched on her back. Bright, vibrant colors of all kinds flapped gingerly in some unfelt breeze as if by magic. Which it most certainly was, but it looked no less impressive for knowing the trick.
The look would have been perfect, were it not for the glum-looking filly trying and failing to pull it off. "I dunno guys," She sighed and pawed at the ground self-consciously. "I feel awful silly in all this..."
Manehatten Madness
The unicorn grunted but saw the ice hammer coming a mile away and 'ported away before brains could get rustled, he would appear behind Icy and try to kick forward against her neck.
Funny thing about teleportation. They usually emit a flash of light at both the origin and the destination. Said flash of light saved Icy from a broken neck, as she quickly threw herself on the tiled floor to narrowly dodge the kick, her ice hammer clattering beside her in the confusion. Unfortunately, that meant she was still exposed, her back against the unicorn.
Rolling to face him, an ice shield froze out of the air and interspersed itself between Icy and the unicorn, the ice mage scrambling to her feet to get some breathing room.
MCerberus
2013-12-06, 12:59 AM
Fox Derp
"Her safety??...You...ack...gait off....you heartless broodmare.....She's in danger and I'm...aaagh....!" He weakly said. It wasn't his best insult, but it felt good enough to Fox.
Derp Trot
"If you're that concerned," Ammy replies once again keeping professional. Her attention is still mostly on not tripping over her dress. "...once we get outside you can go after signing a paper."
Funny thing about this paper though, it has a non-disclosure clause among other things.
Benson
2013-12-13, 02:00 AM
Manehatten Madness
She laughed after getting punched and hearing his words, staggering backwards. "I don't care about them, just as he doesn't seem to care, its about righting wrongs and I don't care if doesn't...make sense to you.....I don't care....our point will be made soon....tick tock...tick tock." She calmly smiled despite her bloody possibly broken nose and bruised face.
Another headshake for Hay Bale, maybe gags should be taken off.
Breathing room was denied for Miss Icy as Hay Bale was presenting herself as too much for the mooks to handle, so one decided to focus their bullets on her while others tried to defend their leader from Lone Star.
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"I ain't going to sign any crap paper...I don't need a paper to let me do the right thing.." He growled, his body reflexively protesting his bindings to no avail, of course.
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Trottingham
"I wasn't talking about the corset, babe, but the fairy princess get up...where Sandy is just AH-DOOR-ABLE," Gearstride grinned and winked at Sandy.
"Oh wow...better than in the pictures..." Gear bit their lip, still grinning. "Come on Sandy...show us that pageant smile..." They suddenly whooshed in, in front of Sandy, all up in Sandy's personal space.
Manehatten Madness
Breathing room was denied for Miss Icy as Hay Bale was presenting herself as too much for the mooks to handle, so one decided to focus their bullets on her while others tried to defend their leader from Lone Star.
"Gnnrhh..." Icy hissed, raising her ice shield to deflect the bullets, the icy material cracking under the strain. She retreated behind an island countertop near the middle of the kitchen, and let loose some icicles in the direction of the shooter.
Trottingham[/B]
"I wasn't talking about the corset, babe, but the fairy princess get up...where Sandy is just AH-DOOR-ABLE," Gearstride grinned and winked at Sandy.
"Oh wow...better than in the pictures..." Gear bit their lip, still grinning. "Come on Sandy...show us that pageant smile..." They suddenly whooshed in, in front of Sandy, all up in Sandy's personal space.
Silverpine studied the ensemble. "Well... yeah, I think the Captain's spot on here. You look remarkably..." she coughed a little, "... cute."
TheAmishPirate
2013-12-13, 01:38 PM
Silverpine studied the ensemble. "Well... yeah, I think the Captain's spot on here. You look remarkably..." she coughed a little, "... cute."
Sandy joined Silverpine in a fit of awkward coughing. "W-well...'cute' is what we're shootin' for, right? Do y'think there's anythin'-"
Trottingham
"I wasn't talking about the corset, babe, but the fairy princess get up...where Sandy is just AH-DOOR-ABLE," Gearstride grinned and winked at Sandy.
"Oh wow...better than in the pictures..." Gear bit their lip, still grinning. "Come on Sandy...show us that pageant smile..." They suddenly whooshed in, in front of Sandy, all up in Sandy's personal space.
"Eeeep!" Sandy yelped in shock and retracted her head for some much-needed breathing space. The Captain's grinning face filled the whole of her vision; she couldn't look away from those leering eyes. She squeaked out an unnatural, too-wide grin. "G-g-g-good?" she mumbled out through clenched teeth, sweat beading on her brow.
Unsurprisingly, "horrendously awkward and nervous" did little to improve her image.
MCerberus
2013-12-16, 10:53 PM
Manehatten Madness
She laughed after getting punched and hearing his words, staggering backwards. "I don't care about them, just as he doesn't seem to care, its about righting wrongs and I don't care if doesn't...make sense to you.....I don't care....our point will be made soon....tick tock...tick tock." She calmly smiled despite her bloody possibly broken nose and bruised face.
Another headshake for Hay Bale, maybe gags should be taken off.
Breathing room was denied for Miss Icy as Hay Bale was presenting herself as too much for the mooks to handle, so one decided to focus their bullets on her while others tried to defend their leader from Lone Star.
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"I ain't going to sign any crap paper...I don't need a paper to let me do the right thing.." He growled, his body reflexively protesting his bindings to no avail, of course.
Manehatten
"Well it's both professionally ethical and legally advisable to present the release paper," Ammy replies almost taking one of the seemingly endless stairs the wrong way.
"If you don't want to be released that's fine."
Benson
2013-12-17, 09:21 PM
Trottingham, Of Pageants and Genderflips
"Oh gosh Sandy......you're going to scare foals with that smile...come on Shores....put a more naturalness to it...try a shy bashful smile.....a demure shy, bashful smile, that probably works better for you.." Gear grinned, stepping back and gave little Sandy a little wink.
Orzel
2013-12-20, 08:04 PM
(forgot about this thing)
"Best not to force it, Sandy. Don't eve try to smile.." Rainbow just shook his head. He knew how hard this must be. "Just focus on one of us and act natural."
HalfTangible
2013-12-21, 07:47 PM
Manehattan
Lone Stardove to the side as the baddies started firing at him, moving to cover.
Hay Bale moved forward and ripped a gag off. Twelve words or less, please. She turned back around and glared out the door, practically daring the enemy to come.
TheAmishPirate
2013-12-22, 12:44 AM
Trottingham, Of Pageants and Genderflips
"Oh gosh Sandy......you're going to scare foals with that smile...come on Shores....put a more naturalness to it...try a shy bashful smile.....a demure shy, bashful smile, that probably works better for you.." Gear grinned, stepping back and gave little Sandy a little wink.
(forgot about this thing)
"Best not to force it, Sandy. Don't eve try to smile.." Rainbow just shook his head. He knew how hard this must be. "Just focus on one of us and act natural."
Sandy gulped and looked around the room.
Silverpine? Her best friend, now sporting the fashionable look of a stern mare in uniform? Not unless they wanted her smile to be more awkward.
The Cap'n? Staring right into those leering eyes that screamed, "As soon as nopony's lookin', I'ma pinch your cheeks and hug you into next week!"? She was already nervous enough about being up on stage without the added pressure.
Rainbow? Rainbow...
Sandy broke away from the giant stallion's gaze, her fluttering heart lightly tinging her cheeks with blush. Her tail shyly curled about her hind leg as her lips curled up in a demure, bashful smile. For the briefest of moments, before them stood not a gender-bent stallion stuffed hastily into a dress, but a fey princess of spring and beauty. Perfectly natural, perfectly innocent, and perfectly, heart-meltingly adorable. Madam Wheel squealed in delight at the results.
Benson
2014-01-06, 04:15 AM
Trottingham
Gearstride's eyes widened as he clutched his chest with his hoof, or more like pressed his hoof on his chest, but whatever. "Hnnnnngggh....gah...." He dramatically pivoted on one high leg and flopped on his belly with one hoof outreached towards Silverpine. "Gyak....babe....my pancreas...too much cute......" He frothed at his mouth. The Captain could be very dramatic.
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Manehatten
"Bomb...not in here...we're distraction..." One of ponies managed to squeak out towards Hay Bale, his gag slipping towards his small equine 'chin'.
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The shooter batted at some of the icicles but could not get them all with their gun as one icicle pierced their leg and another slicing the tip of their ear off.
Boss Mare appeared behind Icy, a look of restrained wild eyes as she swung a pan off the floor to swipe Icy with.
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"&*** your paper..forms..whatever.....quit trying to twist words around like that...I can see what your doing.." Fox spat as once again he fruitlessly jerked against his restrainers. The endless flight of stairs could soon come to end as the group reached the first floor, or ground floor.
Trottingham
Gearstride's eyes widened as he clutched his chest with his hoof, or more like pressed his hoof on his chest, but whatever. "Hnnnnngggh....gah...." He dramatically pivoted on one high leg and flopped on his belly with one hoof outreached towards Silverpine. "Gyak....babe....my pancreas...too much cute......" He frothed at his mouth. The Captain could be very dramatic.
Sandy broke away from the giant stallion's gaze, her fluttering heart lightly tinging her cheeks with blush. Her tail shyly curled about her hind leg as her lips curled up in a demure, bashful smile. For the briefest of moments, before them stood not a gender-bent stallion stuffed hastily into a dress, but a fey princess of spring and beauty. Perfectly natural, perfectly innocent, and perfectly, heart-meltingly adorable. Madam Wheel squealed in delight at the results.
"Oh Captain..." the lieutenant murmured under her breath, as she moved to catch him in the best possible dramatic fashion, in keeping with the scene, with nought but the slightest quiver of her lower lip to betray how affected she was with Sandy's new look. Well, that and an encouraging smile. "Mr... Miss Shores, you look perfect."
Manehatten
The shooter batted at some of the icicles but could not get them all with their gun as one icicle pierced their leg and another slicing the tip of their ear off.
Boss Mare appeared behind Icy, a look of restrained wild eyes as she swung a pan off the floor to swipe Icy with.
Oh crap. Icy realised far too late the presence of Boss Mare behind her, the ice mage turning and trying to dodge far too slowly from the swinging pan. A solid hit to the head which would send her stumbling to the floor, stunned, her ice shield falling to the floor and shattering.
MCerberus
2014-01-12, 09:34 PM
Manehatten
"&*** your paper..forms..whatever.....quit trying to twist words around like that...I can see what your doing.." Fox spat as once again he fruitlessly jerked against his restrainers. The endless flight of stairs could soon come to end as the group reached the first floor, or ground floor.
"And it is not my call to let you go, since you wish to avoid the necessary paperwork," the mare retorts at they make it to the end of the staircase. As they make it to the exit, they come to an obvious area where they are in the clear and nothing bad can happen.
And since nothing bad can happen they'll likely make it outside safety.
HalfTangible
2014-01-12, 11:55 PM
Trottingham
Gearstride's eyes widened as he clutched his chest with his hoof, or more like pressed his hoof on his chest, but whatever. "Hnnnnngggh....gah...." He dramatically pivoted on one high leg and flopped on his belly with one hoof outreached towards Silverpine. "Gyak....babe....my pancreas...too much cute......" He frothed at his mouth. The Captain could be very dramatic.
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Manehatten
"Bomb...not in here...we're distraction..." One of ponies managed to squeak out towards Hay Bale, his gag slipping towards his small equine 'chin'.
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The shooter batted at some of the icicles but could not get them all with their gun as one icicle pierced their leg and another slicing the tip of their ear off.
Boss Mare appeared behind Icy, a look of restrained wild eyes as she swung a pan off the floor to swipe Icy with.
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"&*** your paper..forms..whatever.....quit trying to twist words around like that...I can see what your doing.." Fox spat as once again he fruitlessly jerked against his restrainers. The endless flight of stairs could soon come to end as the group reached the first floor, or ground floor.
Hay Bale moved to un-gag the other prisoners. ... Please tell me you know where it is.
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Lone Star grabbed some utensils (without really paying attention to what he was grabbing) and hurled them at the boss mare.
Benson
2014-01-31, 01:27 PM
Oh crap. Icy realised far too late the presence of Boss Mare behind her, the ice mage turning and trying to dodge far too slowly from the swinging pan. A solid hit to the head which would send her stumbling to the floor, stunned, her ice shield falling to the floor and shattering.
The mare donned a small look of triumph, though it was quite restrained, she moved in for the kill when she was whacked in the head with a spatula. "Ack!"
On an amusing note, one of the items Lone Star had grabbed was a pot of hot water, used to be boiling, but time had its way with it. The pot flew overhead, flying over Icy, though, the hot water in it did not keep inside the pot. Icy would find herself splashed from falling hot water, while the earth mare got hit broadside by the pot. "Aah f(**!"
Hay Bale moved to un-gag the other prisoners. ... Please tell me you know where it is.
"We don't...we only saw them carrying it out after rounding us in here and tying us..." One pony replied after being ungagged, gasping a little.
"And it is not my call to let you go, since you wish to avoid the necessary paperwork," the mare retorts at they make it to the end of the staircase. As they make it to the exit, they come to an obvious area where they are in the clear and nothing bad can happen.
And since nothing bad can happen they'll likely make it outside safety.
As the escort gets closer to the entrance, where only a few other guards would be seen, everyone else escorted out, one of the guards escorting Fox looked at the other one and nodded. He then whipped out a cloth and forced it over a surprised Fox's face.
"What the f....." He jerked his body in protest and then passed out.
"Balboa's order, milady," The guard told Ammy.
HalfTangible
2014-02-01, 02:07 PM
The mare donned a small look of triumph, though it was quite restrained, she moved in for the kill when she was whacked in the head with a spatula. "Ack!"
On an amusing note, one of the items Lone Star had grabbed was a pot of hot water, used to be boiling, but time had its way with it. The pot flew overhead, flying over Icy, though, the hot water in it did not keep inside the pot. Icy would find herself splashed from falling hot water, while the earth mare got hit broadside by the pot. "Aah f(**!"
Lone Star totally didn't plan for that to happen. Nope. Nuh-uh. Completely unintentional.
... No, seriously, he doesn't even know what he's throwing.
"We don't...we only saw them carrying it out after rounding us in here and tying us..." One pony replied after being ungagged, gasping a little.
Hay Bale was quiet for a few moments.
There are ponies with guns outside, I'm gonna try and take 'em out. When I give the word, run for the closest exit and get out as fast as you can. Which way did the bomb go?
The mare donned a small look of triumph, though it was quite restrained, she moved in for the kill when she was whacked in the head with a spatula. "Ack!"
On an amusing note, one of the items Lone Star had grabbed was a pot of hot water, used to be boiling, but time had its way with it. The pot flew overhead, flying over Icy, though, the hot water in it did not keep inside the pot. Icy would find herself splashed from falling hot water, while the earth mare got hit broadside by the pot. "Aah f(**!"
Lone Star totally didn't plan for that to happen. Nope. Nuh-uh. Completely unintentional.
... No, seriously, he doesn't even know what he's throwing.
One wonders at the powers above at the sheer coincidence of this. :smalltongue:
That said, even switching personalities did not magically negate the mild concussion Icy/Esmeralda had sustained, though the mare stirred briefly, putting a hoof to her aching head, before her violet eyes flickered open. "Ugh... somepony's going to pay for this..." she groaned.
At least Lone Star might be giving her time to get her act together. With all the thrown cutlery and kitchenware.
Benson
2014-02-09, 01:14 AM
Hay Bale was quiet for a few moments.
There are ponies with guns outside, I'm gonna try and take 'em out. When I give the word, run for the closest exit and get out as fast as you can. Which way did the bomb go?
"What part of their sentence did you not understand? We were trapped in here when they took it out.." Chef Julienne snapped grumpily, glaring at nothing.
One wonders at the powers above at the sheer coincidence of this. :smalltongue:
That said, even switching personalities did not magically negate the mild concussion Icy/Esmeralda had sustained, though the mare stirred briefly, putting a hoof to her aching head, before her violet eyes flickered open. "Ugh... somepony's going to pay for this..." she groaned.
At least Lone Star might be giving her time to get her act together. With all the thrown cutlery and kitchenware.
"Ack....fff...ooof...indeed.../you lot/ are going to pay for this.....you fools hahah....its too late now...you shall...go down with us...." The earth pony mare said breathily as blood trickled down from her scalp.
HalfTangible
2014-02-09, 01:45 AM
"What part of their sentence did you not understand? We were trapped in here when they took it out.." Chef Julienne snapped grumpily, glaring at nothing.Hay Bale's teeth shifted into knife-like fangs as she snarled. If you can't help I suggest you shut your f%$#ing s#$%hole. Untie the rest of these bonds. When I give the word, you run for it.
"Ack....fff...ooof...indeed.../you lot/ are going to pay for this.....you fools hahah....its too late now...you shall...go down with us...." The earth pony mare said breathily as blood trickled down from her scalp.
Lone Star laughed. Certain death is what makes it fun, coward.
Hay Bale walked out of the fridge, shutting it behind her. Star. Cut'n'run.
Lone Star was quiet. ...Icy. Canya get their guns?
"Ack....fff...ooof...indeed.../you lot/ are going to pay for this.....you fools hahah....its too late now...you shall...go down with us...." The earth pony mare said breathily as blood trickled down from her scalp.
Lone Star laughed. Certain death is what makes it fun, coward.
Hay Bale walked out of the fridge, shutting it behind her. Star. Cut'n'run.
Lone Star was quiet. ...Icy. Canya get their guns?
Esmeralda gave Lone Star an eyeroll, which clue the pegasus in on who was in control now. Then her horn glowed, as she swept her gaze around the room. Any cultist who had their weapons out in the open suddenly would find their weapon freezing cold, enough that it was literally starting to freeze over. And any who obstinately held on to their weapon? Well, they might get a bad case of frostbite.
MCerberus
2014-02-10, 10:07 PM
As the escort gets closer to the entrance, where only a few other guards would be seen, everyone else escorted out, one of the guards escorting Fox looked at the other one and nodded. He then whipped out a cloth and forced it over a surprised Fox's face.
"What the f....." He jerked his body in protest and then passed out.
"Balboa's order, milady," The guard told Ammy.
Ammy just sort of shrugs. By this point, the mare has to be used to things occasionally being run like they were living in Stalliongrad. A moment later, she finds a piece of paper and a pen.
"I know a certain mare is going to want to have a clear chain of custody, all things considered." She hovers the writing instrument over to the guard for a sign-off.
TheAmishPirate
2014-03-31, 11:27 AM
[Outside Bridle Shores - Present Day]
As the fires raged on, the good airship Cirrus floated impassively in the distance, deaf to the town's pleas for aid. Weighed down by a hold full of vamponies and crew tottering on broken hooves, what more could they do? Swoop in to save the day, only to need saving themselves?
Regrettably they waited, standing guard on their own ticking time bomb and awaiting the return of their engineer...
Benson
2014-03-31, 01:25 PM
Chef Julienne stiffened at Hay Bale's harsh language but kept her haughty attitude though clearly she knew her flank had just been told off.
The rest readied themselves for Hay Bale's word....
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Es did her thing, it happened, freezing, frostbite all that ungood stuff. Lots of yelping as weapons were tossed at their owners' hooves. While Es was casting her magicks, another frying pan would head her way towards her horn.
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The guard takes the pen in his mouth and scribbles down his name and rank for Ammy. "Mister Balboa wants this to be played off as if though this stallion were passed out and rescued from the /bad guys/ as he put it, so that we are on the page about this when we exit out."
MCerberus
2014-03-31, 10:11 PM
The guard takes the pen in his mouth and scribbles down his name and rank for Ammy. "Mister Balboa wants this to be played off as if though this stallion were passed out and rescued from the /bad guys/ as he put it, so that we are on the page about this when we exit out."
As Fox Trot is most likely about to be hauled off, Ammy can't help but face hoof momentarily. That does, however, still take some effort. Because fancy dress.
"And I keep explicitly telling him not to have that information make its way to my ears," she mutters.
Well, Fox is already knee deep in an impromptu shady-legal-dealing lesson, so he'd probably not care about what the lawyer is concerned about.
Es did her thing, it happened, freezing, frostbite all that ungood stuff. Lots of yelping as weapons were tossed at their owners' hooves. While Es was casting her magicks, another frying pan would head her way towards her horn.
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The guard takes the pen in his mouth and scribbles down his name and rank for Ammy. "Mister Balboa wants this to be played off as if though this stallion were passed out and rescued from the /bad guys/ as he put it, so that we are on the page about this when we exit out."
Esmeralda cackled as she froze the weapons off each goon's hooves. "Bwahahaha, suffer, fools--" Then the pan impacted on the distracted unicorn, right on the horn. Esmeralda gasped in pain as the magic fizzled, reeling backwards. Her headache suddenly redoubled, and the unicorn swayed as the world spun around her.
HalfTangible
2014-04-01, 07:00 PM
There was an animalistic snarl and Lone Star jumped onto Esmeralda's assailant, barking like a junkyard dog as he punched the offender repeatedly.
No no no, we don't have time to- DAMMIT, STAR!!! Her forelegs shifted into massive tentacles and she began lashing out at the cultist ponies. OKAY, GO FOR THE DOOR!!!! She screamed. Fortunately, Es had already removed the cultists' weaponry, so there wouldn't be much to dodge, if anything.
Benson
2014-04-13, 10:54 PM
The assailant just laughed, a hollow, mirthless laugh and rolled with the punches, not caring that his ribs were breaking, jaw dislodged, the whites of his eyes now red.
The kitchen staff began to funnel out, trying to make their way out of the kitchen in barely contained panic. The leader of the cultists just watched, expression dead, weary, tired, finished as she began to mouth something.
3...2...1....
From the chaos there was a loud sharp and shrill electronic whistle. Bright white light emanated from one of the cabinets underneath of the several sinks, poking through the cracks. Some ponies stopped to cover their ears, some started to push and shove.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
HalfTangible
2014-04-16, 07:47 PM
Lone Star didn't have time to cover his eyes or anything to really protect himself from the blast. His body was flung across the room as it began to collapse around him. As his awareness began to fade, he wondered only two things:
1) Is Esmeralda okay?
2) Maybe I'll finally get to die...
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Hay Bale expanded her mass and attempted to take as much of the explosion's force as she could. However, she was only one mutant abberation, and she hadn't been able to get to the bomb in time. her bones shattered and her flesh burned as the ceiling came down on her. She tried to strecth her flesh, give the ponies she was supposed to be resucing some cover.
She doubted it would be enough.
I am so fired...
The assailant just laughed, a hollow, mirthless laugh and rolled with the punches, not caring that his ribs were breaking, jaw dislodged, the whites of his eyes now red.
The kitchen staff began to funnel out, trying to make their way out of the kitchen in barely contained panic. The leader of the cultists just watched, expression dead, weary, tired, finished as she began to mouth something.
3...2...1....
From the chaos there was a loud sharp and shrill electronic whistle. Bright white light emanated from one of the cabinets underneath of the several sinks, poking through the cracks. Some ponies stopped to cover their ears, some started to push and shove.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
Esmeralda barely had time and will to raise a meagre ice wall to interpose between herself and the bomb, before the explosion engulfed the room. The battered unicorn found herself flying through the air, and crashed bodily into a wall... Whether or not she sustained serious injuries was quite unknown at this point.
MCerberus
2014-04-20, 01:00 AM
Meanwhile, outside
Ammy can't really respond to the rumbling or noise. If she's close enough to debris or the shockwave, she also can't really maneuver well in the dress, not that she's an action-mare to begin with. Not being a trained first responder or anything, the lawyer-pony can't think to do much but stare towards whatever is going on.
Benson
2014-06-03, 01:08 PM
The radius of the bomb was enough to leave the kitchen in shambles and debris, for those on the outside such as Ammy, Balboa, the press and civilians, they would feel the shockwave at the very least but would be otherwise fine.
Inside was a different tale to an extend, while the kitchen was large, the hall and adjacent rooms were hit as well. Hostages that made it out of the kitchen would still get the wind knocked out of them, some struck by debris but still breathing. Some were caught under debris and cried out for help. In the kitchen it was just a mess, rubble, dust, Hay Bale, exposed electrical wires, smoke coming from an oven that was catching on fire. Many of the cultists lay dead in the rubble, bodies as burnt as the kitchen, though if there were to be a roll count, two would not be accounted for in this room.
Luckily, and miraculously, none of the hostages died, mostly just badly injured but still kicking, having had made it out in time into the halls. One or two may be in critical condition.
Outside, sirens were going on as ambulances and emergency response teams and of course firefighters were called to the scene.
HalfTangible
2014-06-09, 11:48 PM
Hay Bale's consciousness returned long before she had enough control of herself to move anything. Many of her neural pathways had been destroyed through sheer force in the blast and needed repair. So she set to work repairing her nervous system for several minutes. She groaned as she finally regained control of her body and shifted back down to pony-size. The earth pony mare pulled herself out of the rubble, coughing dust up from her lungs. Her body shifted into a semi-liquid form to let her slip between the rocks, but there was still quite a bit of shifting involved.
*cough cough* Hello? Anypony?
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Lone Star was still unconscious. He'd've probably died here if the author hadn't had an interesting idea on what to do next for him.
The radius of the bomb was enough to leave the kitchen in shambles and debris, for those on the outside such as Ammy, Balboa, the press and civilians, they would feel the shockwave at the very least but would be otherwise fine.
Inside was a different tale to an extend, while the kitchen was large, the hall and adjacent rooms were hit as well. Hostages that made it out of the kitchen would still get the wind knocked out of them, some struck by debris but still breathing. Some were caught under debris and cried out for help. In the kitchen it was just a mess, rubble, dust, Hay Bale, exposed electrical wires, smoke coming from an oven that was catching on fire. Many of the cultists lay dead in the rubble, bodies as burnt as the kitchen, though if there were to be a roll count, two would not be accounted for in this room.
Luckily, and miraculously, none of the hostages died, mostly just badly injured but still kicking, having had made it out in time into the halls. One or two may be in critical condition.
Outside, sirens were going on as ambulances and emergency response teams and of course firefighters were called to the scene.
And half-buried under all the rubble, lay Esmeralda. Bruised, battered but not quite dead yet. :smalltongue:
HalfTangible
2014-06-10, 05:58 PM
Hay Bale found Esmeralda first, pulling rubble off of her and taking great care to put the rubble where it wouldn't crush anyone else. She tried not to think about the high probability that somepony had died.
Miss Touch. You alright? Anything broken?
Hay Bale found Esmeralda first, pulling rubble off of her and taking great care to put the rubble where it wouldn't crush anyone else. She tried not to think about the high probability that somepony had died.
Miss Touch. You alright? Anything broken?
A low, incoherent moan sounded from the ice mage, her eyes still firmly closed. Hay Bale certainly wasn't going to get her answers this way. :smalltongue:
Benson
2014-06-11, 01:24 PM
Voices, several voices sounded from down the hall, static-y muffled voices. The sounds of rubble being moved around, along side the occasional sound of electrical wires crackling.
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"Hello..hello..anyone in here?" A voice sounded from the entrance of the ground zero kitchen, huge blocks of ceiling obscuring views. The figure shifted through the rubble, minding their surroundings as not to set something off, domino effect you know? Another firefighter entered the room, gas mask over their face like the other one. A muffled conversation was had.
A second later, Hay Bale would have a figure stand behind her. "Sir sir...we have a live one." A mare's voice sounded from behind the mask. Hoof steps sounded, coming towards them.
"Can you move well madam?" The other firefighter asked and then looked over her shoulder. "We got another one, unconscious by the looks of it, hurry and get them out of here." They ordered the other referring to Es' down and out self.
HalfTangible
2014-06-11, 02:37 PM
I'm fine. Little shell-shocked, but nothing's broken. She shook herself and pointed where she'd last seen the hostages mobbing. The hostages were running out that way when the bomb went off, most'll probably be over there. She glanced down at Icy and added, Oh, and this one's pregnant as well as an ice mage, so do help me hurry with her.
MCerberus
2014-06-14, 01:07 AM
Aaaaaand elaborate dress constricting the ability to stay upright means Ammy takes a tumble. Luckily, being outside, nothing is harmed.
Benson
2014-06-25, 02:08 AM
"We already have our guys assisting those in the hallway and that general area," The firefighter mare replied while the other stallion fighter was already in the works in getting Es free from whatever rubble may have caught her and carefully checked for vitals, broken bones as he placed an air breather over her muzzle.
The fire fighter mare spoke into her walkie. "Two more found in the kitchen, one of them is unconscious but Booker is handling that at the moment. Going to resume search for any others." She then put the walkie away and glanced at Hay Bale. "Are you able to get yourself out of here fine?"
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Outside
At the moment Ammy stumbled, Balboa quickly swooped in to catch her and keep her steady in what rather seemed very pose-like. Flash bulbs began to flash as the media took the opportunity to snap their cameras.
HalfTangible
2014-06-25, 12:25 PM
"We already have our guys assisting those in the hallway and that general area," The firefighter mare replied while the other stallion fighter was already in the works in getting Es free from whatever rubble may have caught her and carefully checked for vitals, broken bones as he placed an air breather over her muzzle.
The fire fighter mare spoke into her walkie. "Two more found in the kitchen, one of them is unconscious but Booker is handling that at the moment. Going to resume search for any others." She then put the walkie away and glanced at Hay Bale. "Are you able to get yourself out of here fine?"
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Outside
At the moment Ammy stumbled, Balboa quickly swooped in to catch her and keep her steady in what rather seemed very pose-like. Flash bulbs began to flash as the media took the opportunity to snap their cameras.
"Yes." Hay Bale assured her, looking around as she sprouted wings. She flapped her wings, keeping just over the rocks so that she didn't smush anyone underneath. She probably could have helped out, but the fireponies would be too distracted by her method of 'help' to work properly.
Benson
2014-07-18, 11:43 AM
The firefighter ponies continued with carefully removing rubble as to carefully not hurt any possible survivors in the kitchen. They would eventually come across Lone Star as radio chatter was had with the request for unicorn assistance. Rubble would be removed from Lone Star and surrounding area.
Meanwhile Icy/Es would have been transported out of here.
HalfTangible
2014-07-18, 01:47 PM
The firefighter ponies continued with carefully removing rubble as to carefully not hurt any possible survivors in the kitchen. They would eventually come across Lone Star as radio chatter was had with the request for unicorn assistance. Rubble would be removed from Lone Star and surrounding area.
Meanwhile Icy/Es would have been transported out of here.
Lone Star was unconscious, battered and bruised, but he'd live.
The firefighter ponies continued with carefully removing rubble as to carefully not hurt any possible survivors in the kitchen. They would eventually come across Lone Star as radio chatter was had with the request for unicorn assistance. Rubble would be removed from Lone Star and surrounding area.
Meanwhile Icy/Es would have been transported out of here.
Similarly, Esmeralda... or Icy—hard to tell with her unconscious—would check out remarkably unhurt, despite having some serious bruising on her legs, chests and face. She won't be walking out any time soon, that was for sure.
Benson
2014-07-21, 02:30 AM
Some time later
More like half an hour later, Lone Star and Es/Icy, along with others, would soon find themselves being loaded into awaiting ambulances outside while paparazzi let their cameras go off while the police did their best to contain them.
Meanwhile, reporters kept trying to ask Balboa various questions about the bombing and all that jazz.
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Balboa looked on at the crowd with a determined yet saddened expression on his face with anger playing on the corners of his mouth. Dramatically he placed a hoof over his chest and addressed the crowd.
"I swear to the citizens of our fair Equestria, that I will find out who did this. This is an act of terrorism and it will not be tolerated, whoever did this will pay dearly for this transgression." He stomped a hoof against the ground and nickered angrily before taking a moment to compose himself a little. "You can be sure of that!" And then almost if on cue, two of his guards held him back as he looked to be getting quite riled up and very passionate. More camera shutters going off.
"Sir...we need to get you out of here, you're not safe like this," One of them told him as he shot them a look.
"Safe? Tis not my safety that is my concern, but the safety of my fellow citizens!" He barked at them while one briefly recoiled. Click click flash! More cameras going off and more mics shoved in his general direction.
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MCerberus
2014-07-21, 07:02 PM
Some time later
More like half an hour later, Lone Star and Es/Icy, along with others, would soon find themselves being loaded into awaiting ambulances outside while paparazzi let their cameras go off while the police did their best to contain them.
Meanwhile, reporters kept trying to ask Balboa various questions about the bombing and all that jazz.
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Balboa looked on at the crowd with a determined yet saddened expression on his face with anger playing on the corners of his mouth. Dramatically he placed a hoof over his chest and addressed the crowd.
"I swear to the citizens of our fair Equestria, that I will find out who did this. This is an act of terrorism and it will not be tolerated, whoever did this will pay dearly for this transgression." He stomped a hoof against the ground and nickered angrily before taking a moment to compose himself a little. "You can be sure of that!" And then almost if on cue, two of his guards held him back as he looked to be getting quite riled up and very passionate. More camera shutters going off.
"Sir...we need to get you out of here, you're not safe like this," One of them told him as he shot them a look.
"Safe? Tis not my safety that is my concern, but the safety of my fellow citizens!" He barked at them while one briefly recoiled. Click click flash! More cameras going off and more mics shoved in his general direction.
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Ammy had... for lack of a better term... been a little shell shocked. There was the explosion yes, but then there's also the oncoming specter of legal madness haunting everything the mare will do for the next... 2-3 months. Eventually she regains her senses and approaches the boss.
Luckily the lawyer looks more of a victim than she was actually injured. One torn up dress and a few scuff marks look good on a camera but she got off pretty much unhurt.
"Sir, remind them how you're going to fully cooperate with law enforcement." She still has a job to do, and that's one thing that could... lessen... the inevitable lawsuits.
HalfTangible
2014-07-21, 07:17 PM
Some time later
More like half an hour later, Lone Star and Es/Icy, along with others, would soon find themselves being loaded into awaiting ambulances outside while paparazzi let their cameras go off while the police did their best to contain them.
Meanwhile, reporters kept trying to ask Balboa various questions about the bombing and all that jazz.
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Balboa looked on at the crowd with a determined yet saddened expression on his face with anger playing on the corners of his mouth. Dramatically he placed a hoof over his chest and addressed the crowd.
"I swear to the citizens of our fair Equestria, that I will find out who did this. This is an act of terrorism and it will not be tolerated, whoever did this will pay dearly for this transgression." He stomped a hoof against the ground and nickered angrily before taking a moment to compose himself a little. "You can be sure of that!" And then almost if on cue, two of his guards held him back as he looked to be getting quite riled up and very passionate. More camera shutters going off.
"Sir...we need to get you out of here, you're not safe like this," One of them told him as he shot them a look.
"Safe? Tis not my safety that is my concern, but the safety of my fellow citizens!" He barked at them while one briefly recoiled. Click click flash! More cameras going off and more mics shoved in his general direction.
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Excuse me, coming through, move over... Hay Bale moved up to Ammy and Balboa to try to shuffle them away quietly. Her job was to keep her boss alive, and sticking around in this place publicly announcing he'd survived wasn't going to help with that.
Some time later
More like half an hour later, Lone Star and Es/Icy, along with others, would soon find themselves being loaded into awaiting ambulances outside while paparazzi let their cameras go off while the police did their best to contain them.
Fortunately, the ice mage didn't really awaken until they were safely ensconced in the ambulance. "Ooooh... Luna..." Esmeralda moaned, her eyes fluttering open, a hoof reaching upwards to rub her aching head. She stopped as her mind registered her new surroundings. "... hello?" she asked, looking around to see if anypony else was conscious and available to answer her many questions.
Benson
2014-07-22, 01:07 PM
Outside the Dockarfeller Plaza/Center
Flash bulbs continued going off, several of the attendees of the ball huddled together with shock blankets thrown over them. Some of the more annoying rich stiffs yelling obscenities how this was all a big out rage, etc etc. Among the attendees that were evacuated was Quick Step who had gotten separated from her companions sat alone with a blanket over her back. She scanned the crowd for her friends Cerise and Lemon Tea but could not find them. She was particularly worried about her friend Sun Kissed who had been working in the kitchen, she hoped that she was alright. She continued to observe the scene, scanning the crowds, hoping for the best.
From the corner of her eyes she saw a discrete looking motor carriage, a van-like model, as three stallions in sunglasses and suits stepped into it after glancing around for a second. She furrowed her brows in confusion but thought nothing more of it.
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Balboa glanced at Ammy and nodded his head as he spoke to the crowd. "Of course I give my full cooperation with the law enforcement, together we shall track these fiends down and bring them to justice!"
"Sir sir sir! What would you say is the body count?" One reporter dared to ask as Balboa then glowered at him for their inappropriateness.
"You really have the nerve to ask about that? No comment." He narrowed his eyes. The crowd noised again as Balboa then turned to Ammy and gave Hay Bale an acknowledging nod. He then went along with the shuffling of away to apparent safety-ness.
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Ambulance with Es
There was indeed a medic pony who did look a little startled by Es awakening but quickly regained their composure. "Sssh...try not to move too much ma'am, you're in an ambulance right now, we're taking you to a hospital." He said.
Ambulance with Es
There was indeed a medic pony who did look a little startled by Es awakening but quickly regained their composure. "Sssh...try not to move too much ma'am, you're in an ambulance right now, we're taking you to a hospital." He said.
"Oh I damned well move as—!" Esmeralda hissed in pain and winced as the sudden movement sent lances of pain shooting through her body. Instinctively she laid a hoof on her belly, belatedly remembering that she was also supposed to be ... well, carrying foals as well. At least there wasn't any pain down there, so that was a start. "... where's Star?" she demanded, grabbing her medic pony closer with her magic.
Benson
2014-07-23, 10:42 AM
"Oh I damned well move as—!" Esmeralda hissed in pain and winced as the sudden movement sent lances of pain shooting through her body. Instinctively she laid a hoof on her belly, belatedly remembering that she was also supposed to be ... well, carrying foals as well. At least there wasn't any pain down there, so that was a start. "... where's Star?" she demanded, grabbing her medic pony closer with her magic.
"Ma'am..you oughtn't put strain on yourself...!" The medic pony yelped as he protested the magical hold on him. "Release me ma'am.."
"Ma'am..you oughtn't put strain on yourself...!" The medic pony yelped as he protested the magical hold on him. "Release me ma'am.."
Esmeralda only released her hold very slightly, enough that the pressure eased on the medic pony, her eyes narrowing. "I ask again, where is Lone Star?"
Benson
2014-07-25, 02:42 PM
Esmeralda only released her hold very slightly, enough that the pressure eased on the medic pony, her eyes narrowing. "I ask again, where is Lone Star?"
"If they were in a condition such as yours...they might have been taken into another ambulance carriage....ma'am...I need you to let me go, I am here to help you, you're injured and need care," He replied doing his best to keep his cool and professional demeanor, despite you know, being in the magical grip of a clearly confused and angry unicorn.
"If they were in a condition such as yours...they might have been taken into another ambulance carriage....ma'am...I need you to let me go, I am here to help you, you're injured and need care," He replied doing his best to keep his cool and professional demeanor, despite you know, being in the magical grip of a clearly confused and angry unicorn.
"... ambulance... he's going to be alright, right?" Esmeralda asked, finally allowing herself to let the medic-pony go, suddenly looking very much exhausted as her body reminded her just how injured she was.
MCerberus
2014-07-28, 09:12 PM
Ammy just sort of follows along. Between mental shock and all the potential legal things, her mind is quite occupied. It may take some prodding to bring her back to reality.
HalfTangible
2014-08-01, 11:42 AM
Lone Star awoke in an ambulance with a pounding headache. He groaned and reached up to rub it. Where... what...
Benson
2014-08-17, 12:23 AM
Es
"Yes ma'am, he will be alright, he is in the best of hooves right now," The stallion replied. "Now if you could please lay down ma'am."
Lone Star
"Sir...?" He would hear coming from a different medic stallion who looked to be getting some disinfected. "Uhm...uh...if you would be so kind as not to move about too much that would be great."
HalfTangible
2014-08-26, 12:01 AM
Lone Star
"Sir...?" He would hear coming from a different medic stallion who looked to be getting some disinfected. "Uhm...uh...if you would be so kind as not to move about too much that would be great."
He drew himself up. Where're the others... i can't...
Es
"Yes ma'am, he will be alright, he is in the best of hooves right now," The stallion replied. "Now if you could please lay down ma'am."
(Damnation, I completely forgot this :smalleek: )
Esmeralda glared daggers at the medicpony, but her glare soon subsided as her felt a sharp pain stabbing her in the ribs. "Ugh... fine." She laid back down reluctantly.
Benson
2015-02-08, 12:25 AM
He drew himself up. Where're the others... i can't...
"Sir...I am going to need you to relax, we are taking you to the hospital, please sir," The medic pony requested of Lone Star as the ambulance sirens noised in the background.
(Damnation, I completely forgot this :smalleek: )
Esmeralda glared daggers at the medicpony, but her glare soon subsided as her felt a sharp pain stabbing her in the ribs. "Ugh... fine." She laid back down reluctantly.
another ambulance
"Thank you ma'am." The medic pony nodded and put an oxygen mask over her muzzle.
--
What would feel like forever for them on their trips was surprisingly not really that long of a ride. The two, at separate moments, would find themselves and other surviving ponies being wheeled out and rushed into the emergency hospital. Many of the ponies were in critical condition and everything was a big ol brouhaha.
For a slow motion moment of time, Es and Lone Star would find themselves spotting each other though they were being wheeled in different directions in the hospital...
"Sir...I am going to need you to relax, we are taking you to the hospital, please sir," The medic pony requested of Lone Star as the ambulance sirens noised in the background.
another ambulance
"Thank you ma'am." The medic pony nodded and put an oxygen mask over her muzzle.
--
What would feel like forever for them on their trips was surprisingly not really that long of a ride. The two, at separate moments, would find themselves and other surviving ponies being wheeled out and rushed into the emergency hospital. Many of the ponies were in critical condition and everything was a big ol brouhaha.
For a slow motion moment of time, Es and Lone Star would find themselves spotting each other though they were being wheeled in different directions in the hospital...
Esmeralda reached out a hoof when she spied Lone Star, but would be quickly restrained before she could do more than whisper his name. :smalltongue:
But hey, she'd be pestering the doctor until she got let out. (Or somepony accidentally reverted her back to Icy.)
HalfTangible
2015-02-11, 08:02 PM
Esmeralda reached out a hoof when she spied Lone Star, but would be quickly restrained before she could do more than whisper his name. :smalltongue:
But hey, she'd be pestering the doctor until she got let out. (Or somepony accidentally reverted her back to Icy.)
Lone Star's reaction was to try to fight his way out of his stretcher.
That... didn't work out.
Ah well. At least he was quiet now after being sedated.
Benson
2015-05-03, 08:42 PM
And so Lone Star and Esmeralda would find themselves in their respective rooms, laying on a hospital bed wearing hospital gowns at this point. The bleeping sound of heart monitors sounded in the background in a white noise fashion. Beep...beep...beep. Things were quiet, things were peaceful, things were a little fuzzy.
A gunshots, the loud clank of a frying pan, explosions, screaming, sirens, beep...beep....beepbeepbeep beeeeeeep...beep...beep.
Lonestar would notice a unicorn nurse standing at the front of his bed, a clipboard floating along with a pen, scribbling something, that and the IV attached to him. She would look at him in mild surprise at his eventual waking.
-
Esmeralda would too find herself with IV attached and a heart monitor, well, monitoring her vitals. Looking around groggily and what have you she would see what appeared to be a unicorn doctor and pegasi nurse off to the side having a muffled discussion. However she would catch some words from their conversation, something about internal damage and something about babies.
--
Elsewhere
"Wakey wakey Foxy baby~" Fox would find himself hearing as he groggily opened his eyes, blinking, aching in the back of his neck. He found himself looking into the purple eyes of a teal earth stallion, a pair of sunglasses lifted onto their forehead, they seemed to be wearing a suit. There also seemed to be two under ponies, a rather large earth pony and the other a unicorn, wearing suits as well and donning shades. Fox could feel himself to be in a moving vehicle, a van. When he found himself instinctively trying to move, the stallion found himself hoofcuffed against the metal floor of the van. Taking a moment to take in his surroundings, he noticed all sorts of lab equipment, some bloody tools and thread for stitches. Another pang in his neck.
"W-w-where...am I?..." Fox asked with an annoyed expression and not appreciating the hoofcuffs, all four hoofs against the ground, short chains, it was uncomfortable, left him helpless. "W-where's Ic--Esmeralda..Lone Star??"
"Now now...slow down...you'll hurt yourself Foxy baby," The stallion smirked, Fox was not pleased. "I wouldn't worry about them, they're fine, probably, likely already at St Manehatten Hospital. Don't worry...you'll see them soon." Beat. "Hahah sorry, I don't mean like that...you'll be in one piece and all." The stallion booped his muzzle, Fox was not pleased. "As for your other question...well...I am pretty sure right now we are probably on 5th and Main, just a littleways from the airship yard I believe."
Fox growled in annoyance and struggled against his bonds pointlessly, tiring himself out. "Tsk tsk...I told you you'll hurt yourself, now stop that silly goose." The teal stallion gestured to the unicorn pony who then pulled out a small device and pushed a little button on it. Suddenly Fox found himself feeling a nasty pain starting from his neck and down his spine sending his body burning inside, Fox screamed, and then it stopped. Fox panted, body tense, a wetness in his eyes. "Just a little demonstration, hopefully first time is the charm to make you behave yourself."
"****ing flankhole," Fox gritted his teeth, his chest hurt, his mind...unfocused.
"Sticks and stones," The teal stallion hummed. He then nodded at the other earth pony who walked over to brief case, opened it, it seemed to be a padded briefcase holding what looked to be various potions. He procured a light green one and hoofed it over to the teal pony. That pony then started to clean up the tools and put them away. The teal pony just softly smiled and held the potion in front of Fox Trot. "You know, I had really aimed for a blue-ish color, there is just something more inviting about the color blue you know? I always prefered blue colored medicine, blue colored sports drinks, etc, makes me pretty pleased to be teal."
"I won't let you force me to drink that," Fox gritted his teeth.
"Oh heavens no, you dolt colt. This isn't for you. This is for Icy Touch and Esmeralda." He amusedly raised his brows. Fox looked confused, then angry, then confused again. "Yea, we know about that, how?...We got little birdies, or friends who know stuff. Don't worry it is not poisoned, that would be counter productive!" The teal pony chuckled and slid his sunglasses over his eyes. "It will actually help! Take care of that split personality problem and all!"
"..A big part of me doubts that whoever you ponies are, are doing this out of charity, if it is true at all what you say." Fox snarled sarcastically.
"Yep, you're totaaaaally right. There are ulterior motives and all that fun stuff indeed," He nodded all assuredly. "This potion will work and you will give it to her, that I promise. But now onto the ulterior motives, giggle giggle. You probably already noticed pangs in your neck upon waking up, well, we left a little gift in there to make sure you behave like a good little colt, much like just a moment ago. We'll be able to monitor you all fine and dandy like and take action if we don't like the action you're taking." he winked and clicked his tongue. "Burny burny pain pain, but yes, ulterior motives, but you don't need to know them right now~"
"Of course if you try to have it removed without the special delicate procedure that only we know...we'll....let us just say that....it's not something you want to lose your head over." The teal pony broke into a chuckle and wiped a tear. "Aaahh...I kill myself sometimes, heh. Right...so basically...don't mention the gift in general and you won't get hurt, badly, too much, especially to your daddy-o, not you talk to him much anyway! Hahah, daddy issues, adorable, snerk."
"So...you're going to let me go?" Fox asked uncertainly, confused and in lingering pain. Uuug...who were these ponies..what did they want...worst vacation ever. First a nutty bomber on the train, stupid social crap at the ball and hotel, terrorist attack and then this big steamy pile of horse apples. Ugh. What a cluster$%@ indeed.
"Well yea, duh, how else are you going to get that potion to your mare lover?" The teal pony booped Fox again and then clopped his hooves together twice. Suddenly the unicorn pony lifted a blue canvas bag over Fox's head who swished his head back and forth to no avail.
"Wha-what are---" Fox found his protests muffled and cut off. He would suddenly feel a heavily padded saddle bag strapped over his bag, dangling from his right side. "A--at the very least...who are you?" Fox frustratingly growled from underneath the bag.
"Weeeell...I'll play nice....My friends...they like to call me Trouble....Troubleshoo--" Bonk! Fox would feel a hard strong thump on his head as he found himself losing consciousness.
"Aww dude...you ruined my dramatic name reveal," The teal pony sighed and faux glowered at the large earth pony who just sort of stared at him all stoically. The teal pony sighed again and shrugged. "Eh fine whatever...just dump him off somewhere....Ooh darn...you know, I forgot to tell him how we'll get in contact with him again........Oh well...it'll be a surprise!"
----
Esmeralda would too find herself with IV attached and a heart monitor, well, monitoring her vitals. Looking around groggily and what have you she would see what appeared to be a unicorn doctor and pegasi nurse off to the side having a muffled discussion. However she would catch some words from their conversation, something about internal damage and something about babies.
Es's first instinct was to reach out with her magic through those curtains and pull those two roughly so that she could demand explanations. That was quickly supplanted by a massive headache as she realised how groggy her mind was, her use of magic quickly backfiring into her something fierce. The mare settled back reluctantly into the bed with a groan, a hoof reaching up to rub her sore temples.
Benson
2015-05-05, 01:52 AM
Es @ the Hospital
The nurse glanced over at Esmeralda and then nudged the doctor who turned her attention at the icy mare and wanly smiled. She walked over to Es with her clipboard and flipped some pages.
"It is good to see you are awake Miss Icy Touch," The doctor looked her over and then returned her attention to her clipboard of notes and what not. "Seems you lost a good amount of blood, but you don't seem to be badly injured, though I would not recommend moving hastily anytime soon."
Es @ the Hospital
The nurse glanced over at Esmeralda and then nudged the doctor who turned her attention at the icy mare and wanly smiled. She walked over to Es with her clipboard and flipped some pages.
"It is good to see you are awake Miss Icy Touch," The doctor looked her over and then returned her attention to her clipboard of notes and what not. "Seems you lost a good amount of blood, but you don't seem to be badly injured, though I would not recommend moving hastily anytime soon."
Icy? Oh right, I guess I better play the part.
Es forced a weak smile to her face. "Guess I was lucky huh? Where's... Lone Star? The stallion I was with..."
Benson
2015-05-06, 10:50 AM
Icy? Oh right, I guess I better play the part.
Es forced a weak smile to her face. "Guess I was lucky huh? Where's... Lone Star? The stallion I was with..."
"He is here, but he will be fine, don't get it into your head to seek him out though," The doctor said sternly. "You are very lucky though I really wouldn't push your luck lest you relapse into unconsciousness again."
HalfTangible
2015-05-06, 11:13 AM
And so Lone Star and Esmeralda would find themselves in their respective rooms, laying on a hospital bed wearing hospital gowns at this point. The bleeping sound of heart monitors sounded in the background in a white noise fashion. Beep...beep...beep. Things were quiet, things were peaceful, things were a little fuzzy.
A gunshots, the loud clank of a frying pan, explosions, screaming, sirens, beep...beep....beepbeepbeep beeeeeeep...beep...beep.
Lonestar would notice a unicorn nurse standing at the front of his bed, a clipboard floating along with a pen, scribbling something, that and the IV attached to him. She would look at him in mild surprise at his eventual waking.
----
Yes yes, impossible recovery time, blah blah blah, heard it all before. Where's the blue unicorn mare I was with? Pregnant, really really hot, ice magic?
Benson
2015-05-06, 11:29 AM
Yes yes, impossible recovery time, blah blah blah, heard it all before. Where's the blue unicorn mare I was with? Pregnant, really really hot, ice magic?
"No..recovery time was possible," She looked at him with furrowed brows and mild confusion but eeh, rowdy patients demanding information, nothing new in this profession. "Miss Icy Touch? She is here and recovering fine but if you're plotting to bullrush on out to find her all dramatically and what not....I won't care because then I can go on a smoke break." Professionalism!
HalfTangible
2015-05-06, 11:42 AM
"No..recovery time was possible," She looked at him with furrowed brows and mild confusion but eeh, rowdy patients demanding information, nothing new in this profession. "Miss Icy Touch? She is here and recovering fine but if you're plotting to bullrush on out to find her all dramatically and what not....I won't care because then I can go on a smoke break." Professionalism!
Lone Star stared at her, then folded his forehooves and pouted. But ticking off the nurses is half the fun...
Benson
2015-05-09, 01:04 AM
Lone Star stared at her, then folded his forehooves and pouted. But ticking off the nurses is half the fun...
"And destroying patient expectations is three-fourths the fun," She gestured that he lay back down, blah blah checking vitals. "The other two being seeing Dr McDreamy everyday and wheelchair racing."
The nurse glanced over Lone Star and then sharply nodded. "I reckon you are one of the lucky ones from that ol mess at the plaza, surgery free and all."
"He is here, but he will be fine, don't get it into your head to seek him out though," The doctor said sternly. "You are very lucky though I really wouldn't push your luck lest you relapse into unconsciousness again."
Esmeralda grumbled under her breath. "We'll see about that." In lieu of actually shaking the doctor, she rolled her eyes instead. "So how long do I need to stay?"
Benson
2015-05-12, 11:34 AM
Esmeralda grumbled under her breath. "We'll see about that." In lieu of actually shaking the doctor, she rolled her eyes instead. "So how long do I need to stay?"
"Hard to say, we are going to have to run a couple more tests, that sort of....activity, well miscarriage poses itself as a possibility," The doctor frowned and pulled out a beeping pager from her coat. "Tender Care, make sure that Miss Icy Touch here is comfortable and then report to Ward B. The nurse gave out a small 'yes ma'am' and that happened.
Some twenty minutes later and extra flufflier pillow among other things, perhaps after Es took a potty break or woke up from a short nap that did nothing to refresh her, but she would find she was not alone in the room.
Sitting down on a guest cushioned bench, Fox Trot sat looking like he had seen better days, a bit roughed up, mane on the mussed side, uncharacteristic bags under his eyes. "Hey."
HalfTangible
2015-05-12, 03:25 PM
"And destroying patient expectations is three-fourths the fun," She gestured that he lay back down, blah blah checking vitals. "The other two being seeing Dr McDreamy everyday and wheelchair racing."
The nurse glanced over Lone Star and then sharply nodded. "I reckon you are one of the lucky ones from that ol mess at the plaza, surgery free and all."
What does sugar have to do with luck? He tried to pull himself off of the bed. More importantly, what room is Icy in?
"Hard to say, we are going to have to run a couple more tests, that sort of....activity, well miscarriage poses itself as a possibility," The doctor frowned and pulled out a beeping pager from her coat. "Tender Care, make sure that Miss Icy Touch here is comfortable and then report to Ward B. The nurse gave out a small 'yes ma'am' and that happened.
Some twenty minutes later and extra flufflier pillow among other things, perhaps after Es took a potty break or woke up from a short nap that did nothing to refresh her, but she would find she was not alone in the room.
Sitting down on a guest cushioned bench, Fox Trot sat looking like he had seen better days, a bit roughed up, mane on the mussed side, uncharacteristic bags under his eyes. "Hey."
Es opted for another nap. The headache was starting to annoy and she didn't feel like doing anything else.
When she awoke, the mare felt a little better, creaking open an eye as she yawned. She seemed unsurprised to see Fox seated next to her. "Oh, it's you. Was wondering when you'd show up." Es rubbed her eyes open, then pushed herself up a little. "Where you been?"
Benson
2015-05-16, 05:57 PM
What does sugar have to do with luck? He tried to pull himself off of the bed. More importantly, what room is Icy in?
"Oh my, hard of hearing as well...allow to me check you vitals," She then shoved a wooden popsicle stick onto his tongue and feigned giving a durn. "Surgery, not sugary. Anyways, your girl or whatever, ya can find her in Ward B Room 23."
Es opted for another nap. The headache was starting to annoy and she didn't feel like doing anything else.
When she awoke, the mare felt a little better, creaking open an eye as she yawned. She seemed unsurprised to see Fox seated next to her. "Oh, it's you. Was wondering when you'd show up." Es rubbed her eyes open, then pushed herself up a little. "Where you been?"
"Oh you know...went on a ride, took a nice tour of the city," He hollowly chuckled and frowned. For a moment he stared at her and then sharply inhaled. "I.......would it be alright if I talk to Icy? No offense to you or anything.."
"
"Oh you know...went on a ride, took a nice tour of the city," He hollowly chuckled and frowned. For a moment he stared at her and then sharply inhaled. "I.......would it be alright if I talk to Icy? No offense to you or anything.."
"A ride? You certainly looked like you been dragged through the mud facefirst," Esmeralda remarked bluntly, raising an eyebrow. When Fox made his request, she sighed, a little dramatically. "Of course. Your turn with the gal, I suppose. Let me just..." She looked around, and found a convenient bowl of water, probably for washing. Fortunately, it was cold, so all she had to do was to dunk her head inside. A moment later, the mare pulled her head back with a gasp. She winced a little, rubbing a hoof around her temple. Then she glanced at Fox with a smile, her eyes now a comforting pale blue for the stallion. "... Luna help me, I can never get used to that..."
Benson
2015-05-17, 03:34 PM
"A ride? You certainly looked like you been dragged through the mud facefirst," Esmeralda remarked bluntly, raising an eyebrow. When Fox made his request, she sighed, a little dramatically. "Of course. Your turn with the gal, I suppose. Let me just..." She looked around, and found a convenient bowl of water, probably for washing. Fortunately, it was cold, so all she had to do was to dunk her head inside. A moment later, the mare pulled her head back with a gasp. She winced a little, rubbing a hoof around her temple. Then she glanced at Fox with a smile, her eyes now a comforting pale blue for the stallion. "... Luna help me, I can never get used to that..."
The moment those blue eyes appeared Fox took his gal in a firm hug. "Icy...." He murmured and held the ice mage. "I'm sorry I brought you into this mess....I am just glad that you're okay...." The stallion looked like he was trying to hold in some tears as he continued to hold her.
The moment those blue eyes appeared Fox took his gal in a firm hug. "Icy...." He murmured and held the ice mage. "I'm sorry I brought you into this mess....I am just glad that you're okay...." The stallion looked like he was trying to hold in some tears as he continued to hold her.
Icy let out a surprised squeak as her stallion enveloped her in a firm hug. After a moment hesitation, the ice mage put her own forelegs around Fox, holding him close as well, a small smile gracing her face as she nuzzled his neck slowly. "Silly stallion... you know it'll take more than that to kill me..."
Benson
2015-05-18, 12:01 PM
Icy let out a surprised squeak as her stallion enveloped her in a firm hug. After a moment hesitation, the ice mage put her own forelegs around Fox, holding him close as well, a small smile gracing her face as she nuzzled his neck slowly. "Silly stallion... you know it'll take more than that to kill me..."
For a good couple of minutes he just held her in silence, Icy in his forelegs like this, he could momentarily forget the crap he went through.
"Of course..I...still..." He reluctantly loosened his hold, his eyes briefly darting around. "Oogh..I feel stupid...didn't even ask if you're okay.." He assumed because she was in the hospital there was something wrong enough. "Icy, how are you feeling?" He held her hoof in between both of his forehooves and gently rubbed it with concerned eyes.
For a good couple of minutes he just held her in silence, Icy in his forelegs like this, he could momentarily forget the crap he went through.
"Of course..I...still..." He reluctantly loosened his hold, his eyes briefly darting around. "Oogh..I feel stupid...didn't even ask if you're okay.." He assumed because she was in the hospital there was something wrong enough. "Icy, how are you feeling?" He held her hoof in between both of his forehooves and gently rubbed it with concerned eyes.
Icy smiled faintly at the stallion, but her expression was one of barely masked weariness. "Terrible headache, but otherwise unharmed. So's the foal, thank Luna."
[Vanhoover]
Pulp rubbed her hooves nervously as she paced in front of the heavy oaken door. For the umpteenth time of the day, she took out the worn, folded piece of paper and read the contents again.
"No. 43, 43rd Floor, the Woodward Tower."
The shy unicorn glanced up at the door. Number fourty-three. This was definitely the place. On the door hung a dusty, ill-used sign.
"Bitter Herb, P. I. Esq."
That was odd, Bitter never mentioned that she was a licensed P.I. Pulp gulped again, and sighed, her courage once again on the ebb. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. What was she thinking? That Bitter Herb would actually accompany her to the griffon kingdoms and... She put away that thought again, and took a deep breath. No. She mustn't think like that. Bitter was a fair pony. Surely she'd agree to a fair price. Or at least a generous line of credit.
Right, that settled it.
Pulp strode up the door and knocked.
Benson
2015-05-20, 12:46 PM
Icy smiled faintly at the stallion, but her expression was one of barely masked weariness. "Terrible headache, but otherwise unharmed. So's the foal, thank Luna."
"I'm glad.." He tiredly smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. "I'm so sorry I got you dragged into this...and Lo-......actually...is erm..Lone Star alright too, have you heard from him?"
Probably cue Lone Star showing up at the door!
HalfTangible
2015-05-20, 01:08 PM
"I'm glad.." He tiredly smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. "I'm so sorry I got you dragged into this...and Lo-......actually...is erm..Lone Star alright too, have you heard from him?"
Probably cue Lone Star showing up at the door!CRASH!
... Or falling through an air vent. That works too.
Oh hey, I got the right room this time. He waved from his upside-down position on the ground. Hi Fox Trot, hi Icy. Did you know nurses are allowed to go on smoke breaks?
"I'm glad.." He tiredly smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. "I'm so sorry I got you dragged into this...and Lo-......actually...is erm..Lone Star alright too, have you heard from him?"
Probably cue Lone Star showing up at the door!
Icy tilted her head. "Lone Star? Well, last I heard, he was warded nearby. Perhaps you coul—"
CRASH!
... Or falling through an air vent. That works too.
Oh hey, I got the right room this time. He waved from his upside-down position on the ground. Hi Fox Trot, hi Icy. Did you know nurses are allowed to go on smoke breaks?
The ice mage blinked. "Oh. Hello, Star. That's... very interesting to know."
Benson
2015-05-23, 11:03 AM
Fox found himself twitching his eye and then sneezing multiple times in a row from the dust that came with the crashing of air vents and ceiling goodness. He fell on his bum from the sneeze attack as the saddle bag he sported fell off. He quickly checked the contents to make sure it was still okay. He gave a small sigh of relief.
"Anyways...glad yer not dead Lone Star." He wanly smiled.
Merellis
2015-05-28, 07:59 AM
[Vanhoover]
Pulp rubbed her hooves nervously as she paced in front of the heavy oaken door. For the umpteenth time of the day, she took out the worn, folded piece of paper and read the contents again.
"No. 43, 43rd Floor, the Woodward Tower."
The shy unicorn glanced up at the door. Number fourty-three. This was definitely the place. On the door hung a dusty, ill-used sign.
"Bitter Herb, P. I. Esq."
That was odd, Bitter never mentioned that she was a licensed P.I. Pulp gulped again, and sighed, her courage once again on the ebb. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. What was she thinking? That Bitter Herb would actually accompany her to the griffon kingdoms and... She put away that thought again, and took a deep breath. No. She mustn't think like that. Bitter was a fair pony. Surely she'd agree to a fair price. Or at least a generous line of credit.
Right, that settled it.
Pulp strode up the door and knocked.
She stared down at the plate, a measly helping of scrambled eggs staring back up with what Bitter could only assume was a mocking pity. In a city where a pony can make their fortune doing almost anything, this mare had only found herself nothing but bills.
Her office had been as visited as an unmarked grave and definitely less respected as of late. Sure that last job with the rich brat had gone south, but there's only so much touching a mare can take before they have to teach a stallion how to eat through a straw. The cooling eggs on her plate though just seemed to remind her that once again that temper had cost her a decent paycheck and also closed a lot of doors.
It was definitely getting time for her to look into a new line of work, though the thought of leaving with such a loss left a foul taste her in her mouth. The bistro that she had poured her savings into would have to do for now, can't see them declining her help in the kitchen after both funding the place and arguing for the best prices in town for their ingredients.
The thought of that just made the mare sigh though. No doubt her temper would get in the way there too.
Her miserable train of thought screeches to a halt as that oh-so-timid knock came from the door. It's almost like the Princess had heard of her misery and sent a soft-spoken angel to drag this brawler into the light of the day!
With a rustle of her wings and leap, Bitter Herb finds herself pulling open the door and giving her favorite author and client a quick smile.
"What brings you here, Pulp?"
Fox found himself twitching his eye and then sneezing multiple times in a row from the dust that came with the crashing of air vents and ceiling goodness. He fell on his bum from the sneeze attack as the saddle bag he sported fell off. He quickly checked the contents to make sure it was still okay. He gave a small sigh of relief.
"Anyways...glad yer not dead Lone Star." He wanly smiled.
Icy would have dragged Lone Star over with her magic if she was in a less exhausted state. As it were, she just laid back on her bed with a smile. "Hopefully this matter is at a definite end and we all can put this behind us."
She stared down at the plate, a measly helping of scrambled eggs staring back up with what Bitter could only assume was a mocking pity. In a city where a pony can make their fortune doing almost anything, this mare had only found herself nothing but bills.
Her office had been as visited as an unmarked grave and definitely less respected as of late. Sure that last job with the rich brat had gone south, but there's only so much touching a mare can take before they have to teach a stallion how to eat through a straw. The cooling eggs on her plate though just seemed to remind her that once again that temper had cost her a decent paycheck and also closed a lot of doors.
It was definitely getting time for her to look into a new line of work, though the thought of leaving with such a loss left a foul taste her in her mouth. The bistro that she had poured her savings into would have to do for now, can't see them declining her help in the kitchen after both funding the place and arguing for the best prices in town for their ingredients.
The thought of that just made the mare sigh though. No doubt her temper would get in the way there too.
Her miserable train of thought screeches to a halt as that oh-so-timid knock came from the door. It's almost like the Princess had heard of her misery and sent a soft-spoken angel to drag this brawler into the light of the day!
With a rustle of her wings and leap, Bitter Herb finds herself pulling open the door and giving her favorite author and client a quick smile.
"What brings you here, Pulp?"
The shy unicorn flashed a smile back. She nervously shuffled her hooves around and formed her words carefully. "I... um... well, I think I'll need y-your services again... if you aren't too b-busy or anything. It... ah... might involve a long trip away."
Benson
2015-06-04, 01:02 PM
[QUOTE=Grif;19316590]Icy would have dragged Lone Star over with her magic if she was in a less exhausted state. As it were, she just laid back on her bed with a smile. "Hopefully this matter is at a definite end and we all can put this behind us."
"Yea...." Fox murmured and wanly smiled. "Sorry...I feel a lot of this is mess is my fault in some way...so..I just want to apologize for dragging you two into this.."
HalfTangible
2015-06-04, 01:12 PM
"Yea...." Fox murmured and wanly smiled. "Sorry...I feel a lot of this is mess is my fault in some way...so..I just want to apologize for dragging you two into this.."
Lone Star shrugged from his position on the floor. Hey, we all got out mostly unharmed and even saved a bunch of ponies in the process. I'd call that a good day.
"Yea...." Fox murmured and wanly smiled. "Sorry...I feel a lot of this is mess is my fault in some way...so..I just want to apologize for dragging you two into this.."
Lone Star shrugged from his position on the floor. Hey, we all got out mostly unharmed and even saved a bunch of ponies in the process. I'd call that a good day.
Icy nodded. "Quite." She rubbed her head gingerly as even that small motion caused her headache to flare anew, sinking back into her pillow. "So, what's the plan now? Rest here until we're physically fit enough to travel back to Bridle Shores?"
Merellis
2015-06-06, 07:54 PM
The shy unicorn flashed a smile back. She nervously shuffled her hooves around and formed her words carefully. "I... um... well, I think I'll need y-your services again... if you aren't too b-busy or anything. It... ah... might involve a long trip away."
It was rare that Bitter got a business opportunity the last few months, and especially from a client she actually enjoys the company of!
The pegasus shuffles to the side, keeping the door wide open as she gestures to her stuttering friend with a voluminous wing. "C'mon in then, we can talk business o'er tea if'n you want."
Bitter's home was situated in such a way that her tendency to express her emotions through the fluttering of wings would not cause much of an issue. Her furniture was placed in the middle, with all delicate knickknacks and herbs on walls or just far enough away that she would generally not break any of them.
The living room shared space with the kitchen, which was outfitted by a basic kettle and a good amount of cupboards. This then lead towards a hallway that hid her room, bathroom, and office.
It was rare that Bitter got a business opportunity the last few months, and especially from a client she actually enjoys the company of!
The pegasus shuffles to the side, keeping the door wide open as she gestures to her stuttering friend with a voluminous wing. "C'mon in then, we can talk business o'er tea if'n you want."
Bitter's home was situated in such a way that her tendency to express her emotions through the fluttering of wings would not cause much of an issue. Her furniture was placed in the middle, with all delicate knickknacks and herbs on walls or just far enough away that she would generally not break any of them.
The living room shared space with the kitchen, which was outfitted by a basic kettle and a good amount of cupboards. This then lead towards a hallway that hid her room, bathroom, and office.
"Oh... ah, t-thank you," Pulp Fiction seemed to exhale with relief, raising a hoof to her chest. The mare flashed a smile at her host, and quickly trotted in, looking for a place to sit, if any. "N-nice place you got here, Bitter..." she said with some note of wonder. In a way, it was true. To be able to afford an apartment here in Vanhoover spoke of some measure of wealth.
Kelvin360
2015-06-09, 09:25 PM
S.T.A.T.I.C.
Now called the 'Frozen North' by those who have only a vague concept of what either of those things mean, what was once known as the Sandspark Mountain Pass covers an indirect route through the mainland areas connecting Equestria with the Griffon Territories. Officially, Sandspark is still a part of the Crystal Empire, as it was one of King Sombra's first outposts crafted outside of his domain when he was still in power. Cadance and Shining Armor have not made mention of its properties, however, instead apparently waiting to see whether anyone else will bring it up first so that they don't have to feel embarrassed about still owning a plot of land that could easily be used as a front to spy on two-thirds of their neighbors.
Because of this waiting period, Sandspark has only the barest traces of leftover civilization. Fort Mount, modeled after Commander Hurricane's original fortress in the southern regions, still stands vigil on the SMP's southeastern face, now all but buried in ice, snow, and ash except for the interior barracks and bunkers, which naturally no one knows the location of.
A major reason for Fort Mount's isolation can be traced back to the eruption of Sandspark, the actual mountain that gives the pass its name, which occurred some hundred or so years ago. The remnant of the place is a charred crater, surrounded by a wall of jagged edges that have given rise to a new name in some corners of the Crystal Empire: Sombra's Crown.
Despite its out-of-the-way location, a good deal of history centers around Sombra's Crown, and it isn't generally one of the old places that scholars can say that they 'know very little' about.
The angry Ursa Minor, however, is the subject of some confusion.
---
As if the size of the crater's pit (and the subsequent everpresent heat, despite the ambient weather) wasn't already annoying enough, one of the Sandspark Mountain Pass' almost trademarked surprise snowstorms has begun trailing down the walls in full force. Below a certain depth, none of the snowflakes appear to be sticking to anything, but visibility is low, and the stars on the Ursa's hide shimmer with almost the exact same colors and winding, mesmerizing movements. More than a few dozen yards away from it, it's almost impossible to see more than its baleful red-on-yellow eyes, and even hearing its terrible roars over the wind requires a certain amount of focus.
Stellar is standing a reluctant guard by the hole Flare dug rather easily through the outer shell of the Crown into the crater close enough to its bottom level that there isn't much sliding on everyone's part. She's making sure it can't beat a hasty retreat.
Static can feel that the wet snow covering the beast's hide is dulling some of its resistance to electricity, but if it's dried quickly, that will fade until the snow can intervene again. Also of note to a pegasus, the weather feels very agitated, more like a storm in the Everfree or Badlands than a manipulatable force she's used to.
Flare is able to feel the Ursa's location regardless of how far she is away from it as long as it is in contact with the ground.
Hay Bale is presumably more than able to sport a mutation that allows her to see through a good deal more of the storm than her teammates and weather the heat more effectively. The Ursa doesn't seem very receptive to any attempts to catch it in a mambo so far, though.
The star-bear rears up and growls threateningly at the 57th official away-team of the Starheart Tactical Appropriation and Transitional Initiatives Commission.
What are you doing?
Benson
2015-06-12, 02:28 AM
Manehatten Brouhaha
"I dunno...maybe..." Fox sighed as for a while he just stared at Icy. There was a funky itch under his neck. He glanced at his saddle bag knowing what exactly was inside, well what it supposedly was supposed to be. "It might be pricey but maybe we can find a professional Teleporter who can send us back to Bridle Shores. Frankly....I want to put this whole mess behind us like how ya said...heh...hmmm..sigh..." He tiredly sigh, looking between Icy and Lone Star.
---
S.T.A.T.I.C Brouhaha
Admittedly, Gwyn really had no idea why she agreed to this. Over the months and Soft Serve's quick and sudden disappearance, the marebeast found herself without purpose really. Many ponyfolk she had come to know just well....disappeared out of her life, well except for Inkblot, but he was was kinda just her dementedly loyal lackey who was more of a piece of furniture she bossed around. Then the Dark Ones just stopped communicating with her, no more updates on her mission for unlocking some Maguffins that would help anchor them to this world. Then there was her collar, or rather inert collar. Soft Serve had broken it, severing the forces that kept her power in check, but even with massive amounts of magical energy at her disposal to cause a lot of strife...she just did not have the will in her. She believed much of that lack of will to destroy and cause suffering was buffered off by Soft Serve and her lessons on 'how to be more equine'. Neeh
But whatever....here she was about to engage an Ursa Minor with folks she could give to farts about. Bah.
"Watch your hooves losers, gonna fill that thing's current area with some black tentacles, you don't want to get touched by them!" Gwyn hissed as she grunted against the blizzardly annoyance and branced herself. She began her process of concentrating on the spell, focusing, seeing the desired end product in her mind. A black aura surrounded her and those connected to the Mind Web might feel a bit of a kick back that was like your hoof getting all pins and needle feeling, for a few seconds.
HalfTangible
2015-06-12, 10:14 PM
Hay Bale's awesome adventure of awesomeness that will get her ALL THE B#@$&ES!
Oh, and S.T.A.T.I.C. too.
The cold easy easy enough to handle - grow out your coat so that it acted as a jacket or... well, a coat against the storm. Hay Bale still had on her trademark sunglasses (her fur holding it to her face) and had molded her fur around it to act as makeshift snow goggles. The lava was a bit more of a problem, but she could handle it if she ever actually caught aflame here - there was snow everywhere.
However, Hay Bale was looking for a way to approach the bear. Gwyn was apparently going to summon tentacles (not impressed. I could do that too, and I don't need magic.) and she wasn't very clear on the exact terrain between her and the bear. (Stupid smoke)
In the meantime though, she was making herself some spit-able acid. Acid's always useful.
Benson
2015-06-15, 01:02 PM
Manehatten Aftermath
News reporters were having themselves a field day with what had become labeled as a terrorist bombing on the Dockerfeller Plaza. Buzzwords were thrown around and many radio news stations such as Dox used the material for fear mongering, throwing words around like national security, Zebrica, crisis, etc. Balboa along with the soon arrival of the Mayor of Manehatten, Mayor Bloombits, to address the bombing. Poor Ammy would have her hooves full.
Likely four hours later, things were forced to close down, Balboa and his security team with Hay Bale in charge escorting him out. The area was sectioned off while rescue workers continued to sift through the rubble for any other poor ponyfolks while police searched for clues. Their biggest clues really were the bodies of the bombers, however not all of them were accounted for...
==
In Balboa's Penthouse in Manehatten
"What a f***ing mess..!" Balboa hissed as he laid down on the couch with a bottle of a whiskey in hoof. "Sure the PR for myself had me coming out on top but it does not make it any less of a cluster****." Strawberry found herself surprised by the language coming out of Balboa who was usually so careful in his words and keeping his aggression low. She was doing her best to console him and comfort him, gentle touches and nuzzles on the older and slightly frazzled stallion.
Alongside with his personal security detail, Hay Bale would also be there doing whatever she would be doing after the brouhaha from earlier.
HalfTangible
2015-06-15, 01:24 PM
In Balboa's Penthouse in Manehatten
"What a f***ing mess..!" Balboa hissed as he laid down on the couch with a bottle of a whiskey in hoof. "Sure the PR for myself had me coming out on top but it does not make it any less of a cluster****." Strawberry found herself surprised by the language coming out of Balboa who was usually so careful in his words and keeping his aggression low. She was doing her best to console him and comfort him, gentle touches and nuzzles on the older and slightly frazzled stallion.
Alongside with his personal security detail, Hay Bale would also be there doing whatever she would be doing after the brouhaha from earlier.
Hay Bale hated professional time.
There isn't much we can do now but clean up the mess, sir. Hay Bale said calmly, adjusting her shades. You're safe now. Try to relax.
Benson
2015-06-15, 01:48 PM
Hay Bale hated professional time.
There isn't much we can do now but clean up the mess, sir. Hay Bale said calmly, adjusting her shades. You're safe now. Try to relax.
"I know I know..." Balboa took himself a long swig and lazily laid a hoof along Strawberry's back. He hated this so much, not really for what actually happened but because it was something not within the realm of his control, it wasn't supposed to be like this. He glanced over at Hay Bale and grimly smiled.
"Do have like a mode with your pheromones that you could send out to help me relax but not get me all...we will say 'pervy',?"
HalfTangible
2015-06-15, 02:25 PM
"I know I know..." Balboa took himself a long swig and lazily laid a hoof along Strawberry's back. He hated this so much, not really for what actually happened but because it was something not within the realm of his control, it wasn't supposed to be like this. He glanced over at Hay Bale and grimly smiled.
"Do have like a mode with your pheromones that you could send out to help me relax but not get me all...we will say 'pervy',?"
Yes. But it'd still be airborne, so I have no way to limit it to just you. She cocked an eyebrow. Call me crazy, but relaxing your personal guard seems like the worst possible idea in this situation.
I could try making it liquid and mixing it into your water or something, but you'd have to keep drinking it every 10 minutes or so.
Benson
2015-06-16, 01:45 AM
Yes. But it'd still be airborne, so I have no way to limit it to just you. She cocked an eyebrow. Call me crazy, but relaxing your personal guard seems like the worst possible idea in this situation.
I could try making it liquid and mixing it into your water or something, but you'd have to keep drinking it every 10 minutes or so.
"The latter sounds counter productive to relaxing," Balboa sighed to himself and then twirled his hoof. "You four.." He gestured to the guards. "Two of you go upstairs and make sure it is still secured, and you two, go...something perimeter...outside halls. I will be fine with Miss Hay Bale for now." He gave the mutant pone a small smile.
"Yes sir." And the guards went to do fulfill their orders.
"There we go, issue solved for now," The stressed stallion declared with another twirl of his hoof and lazy smirk at Hay Bale.
Manehatten Brouhaha
"I dunno...maybe..." Fox sighed as for a while he just stared at Icy. There was a funky itch under his neck. He glanced at his saddle bag knowing what exactly was inside, well what it supposedly was supposed to be. "It might be pricey but maybe we can find a professional Teleporter who can send us back to Bridle Shores. Frankly....I want to put this whole mess behind us like how ya said...heh...hmmm..sigh..." He tiredly sigh, looking between Icy and Lone Star.
"Like you said, it'll be pricey. I think..." She hummed. "... perhaps not. It's only a short walk to the train station, and it'll be far cheaper as well."
HalfTangible
2015-06-19, 12:49 AM
"The latter sounds counter productive to relaxing," Balboa sighed to himself and then twirled his hoof. "You four.." He gestured to the guards. "Two of you go upstairs and make sure it is still secured, and you two, go...something perimeter...outside halls. I will be fine with Miss Hay Bale for now." He gave the mutant pone a small smile.
"Yes sir." And the guards went to do fulfill their orders.
"There we go, issue solved for now," The stressed stallion declared with another twirl of his hoof and lazy smirk at Hay Bale.
Hay Bale sighed and adjusted her glasses and trotted close to Balboa and strawberry. Fine. But I will inform you again, this is a bad idea.
Balboa would feel the effects very quickly - the tension in his muscles drained away, his eyelids became very heavy, there was a warm bliss in his belly... Ah, Hay Bale certainly knew her relaxants. While Balboa certainly had the strength to move, he didn't feel like he really needed to. He was floating on cloud nine, and every little thing was gonna be alright.
Strawberry would feel something similar.
PurityIcekiller
2015-06-21, 02:59 AM
[STATIC Friction]
Flare stood on a small island of stone within her own little lava pool, feeling the heat flowing through her.
"Ah... I haven't felt so good in three hundred years!"
Her magic reached under the ground into the mountain's fiery heart, then gave a powerful pull, causing a geyser of hot molten rock to erupt right under the beast.
[Desert]
It was only a few days since the two ponies and one griffon had departed Bridle Shores, yet it felt like an eternity. The first leg of the journey, up through the mountains, had been peaceful and scenic, but once they reached the desert itself, it became unpleasant. Only scattered oases broke up the monotony of endless waves of sand and rock, and the sky during daytime was empty save for the relentless sun. Most of their actual progress was made at dawn or dusk, since the overbearing heat of the day and the chill and darkness of night were not ideal conditions to be on the move. It did help to be shrouded in a good robe as Blueshield was, but even she seemed uncomfortable with the worst of the climate.
The Knight had been all business for most of the trek, which didn't help with the monotony at all. The few times she spoke up, it was to report on their progress, point out which way to go next, or give advice about how to survive. If the other two were interested in small talk, it was up to them.
By this time, sunset was approaching. All things considered, they had been making good time; Blueshield thought they could make it to their destination before noon the next day. This area seemed familiar, even though the shifting sands made it hard to tell sometimes, and she felt that if they could just make it to the next oasis, they'd be fine.
Everything was quiet, save for the faint whistling of winds. Above them, a pair of forms - it was hard to tell what they were at this distance, but they looked ponylike to the griffon's sharp eyes - circled slowly. It was up to the trio what to make of this calm. Perhaps it was relaxing, perhaps it made them restless, or perhaps it seemed like just a calm before a storm...
MCerberus
2015-06-21, 09:46 PM
Desert
The key annoyance, the dust. The constant presence of sand is not something the griffon is not really acclimating to well. The resting during the days were filled with a rather absurd amount of preening. At least they never came across a true storm. That would be 'going through smoke' levels of discomfort.
The relative quiet suits him well though. Previous to making it to Bridle Shores, he spent a long time alone. In fact, he's probably the one that has been away from the group the most, ducking out to politely 'save on supplies'. Most ponies don't take well to the idea of meat.
The new visitors could be interesting though. "How do your ponies signal each other?" the griffon asks looking up at the shapes.
Desert
The griffon and Blueshield might be used to the silence, Snowflake certainly wasn't. It just wasn't her habit to not talk to ponies. Thus by the time they reached the desert, the pegasus was half-bored out of her mind, helped only by the fact that they were actually visiting lands she had never seen in her entire life. Especially the desert. When she first glimpsed it, she just couldn't believe how much sand there was. She seen the pictures, yes, but to see them with your own eyes was something else.
Of course, wonder quickly turned to a seething dislike of the harsh terrain. It was the sand. They got into everything. Her clothes and robes. Her gear. Her bags. Even her wings. Spending upwards of an hour just cleaning her pack out was proving to be a tedious and unpleasant facet of her routine now. Some nights, she wondered what she gotten herself into. But still... she had volunteered for this. Might as well stick with it. At the very least, it couldn't get any worse...
On the griffon words, the pegasus squinted upwards at the direction of his gaze, but to her less keen pony eyes, it was just specks in the skies. "Huh. You think someone else is out here with us?"
PurityIcekiller
2015-06-25, 11:27 AM
[The Desert]
Blueshield glanced up.
"Those are ponies? Hmm... It would be peculiar for Knight scouts to watch from afar rather than welcoming me directly, and this isn't the time for leisurely flights. A signal would be a good idea."
She held up her shield, then carefully reoriented it so the silver lioness emblem caught the light.
"That should alert them to my identity, or at least my status. Should their intentions be benevolent, they will know to come down. Otherwise, they will likely let us by. Irrelevant ponies would simply carry on with their business, and sensible bandits would prefer easier prey..."
At this point, the ponies above began to spiral downwards rapidly. As they got closer, it became clear that they were armed with small blades and stirring up the winds as they went.
"Those clearly aren't Knights. Get to high ground and take cover!" hissed Blueshield. "Condemnation, I forgot the plentiful supply of senseless brigands." She then scrambled for a particularly large rock.
All around them, sand was starting to rise into the air. It wouldn't be long before the raiders managed to start a full sandstorm.
Benson
2015-06-25, 05:29 PM
"Like you said, it'll be pricey. I think..." She hummed. "... perhaps not. It's only a short walk to the train station, and it'll be far cheaper as well."
"I don't know if I am up for another train ride if you know what I mean," He frowned thinking about their earlier experience with the train the day before. In the back of his mind, more important thoughts were swimming and trying not to drown...the potion...if it really was legit and everything related to it. He looked on the ill side.
Hay Bale sighed and adjusted her glasses and trotted close to Balboa and strawberry. Fine. But I will inform you again, this is a bad idea.
Balboa would feel the effects very quickly - the tension in his muscles drained away, his eyelids became very heavy, there was a warm bliss in his belly... Ah, Hay Bale certainly knew her relaxants. While Balboa certainly had the strength to move, he didn't feel like he really needed to. He was floating on cloud nine, and every little thing was gonna be alright.
Strawberry would feel something similar.
Strawberry softly purred and nuzzled the older stallion who continued to lazily pet her backside. A dopey relaxed smile on his face. Dopey smiles clearly ran in the family.
"Mmm...this...feels nice....I don't see how it is a bad idea my *yaaawwwn* dear and lovely Hay Bale..."
HalfTangible
2015-06-26, 12:17 AM
Strawberry softly purred and nuzzled the older stallion who continued to lazily pet her backside. A dopey relaxed smile on his face. Dopey smiles clearly ran in the family.
"Mmm...this...feels nice....I don't see how it is a bad idea my *yaaawwwn* dear and lovely Hay Bale..."
Because- She stopped, then shook her head, smiling. Never mind. I'm supposed to be helping you relax.
The fact that she could have ripped out Strawberry's rib and Balboa wouldn't have expressed any concern (until she stabbed him with it, and even then it would've been like a loud noise at most) could wait until much later.
She batted her eyelashes and trotted slowly towards the two. May this humble bodyguard join in the cuddling... sir~?
Benson
2015-06-26, 12:47 AM
Because- She stopped, then shook her head, smiling. Never mind. I'm supposed to be helping you relax.
The fact that she could have ripped out Strawberry's rib and Balboa wouldn't have expressed any concern (until she stabbed him with it, and even then it would've been like a loud noise at most) could wait until much later.
She batted her eyelashes and trotted slowly towards the two. May this humble bodyguard join in the cuddling... sir~?
"Mmmm....I do not see why not my dear *yaaaaaaawn* an extra warm body could be nice....mmmm....Oh goddesses I do not remember this couch being so comfy before...like one could sink into it.." Balboa yawned again simultaneously giving Strawberry a gentle pressure (since well he can't really squeeze ;P) on her thigh. "Strawberry....were you always this soft?" *yaaaaaaawn*
"Mmmm...hauh?...I guess so Balby," Strawberry purred while Balboa was just so relaxed he couldn't find the effort to wince and grimace and the stupid pet name like he would have normally.
[The Desert]
Blueshield glanced up.
"Those are ponies? Hmm... It would be peculiar for Knight scouts to watch from afar rather than welcoming me directly, and this isn't the time for leisurely flights. A signal would be a good idea."
She held up her shield, then carefully reoriented it so the silver lioness emblem caught the light.
"That should alert them to my identity, or at least my status. Should their intentions be benevolent, they will know to come down. Otherwise, they will likely let us by. Irrelevant ponies would simply carry on with their business, and sensible bandits would prefer easier prey..."
At this point, the ponies above began to spiral downwards rapidly. As they got closer, it became clear that they were armed with small blades and stirring up the winds as they went.
"Those clearly aren't Knights. Get to high ground and take cover!" hissed Blueshield. "Condemnation, I forgot the plentiful supply of senseless brigands." She then scrambled for a particularly large rock.
All around them, sand was starting to rise into the air. It wouldn't be long before the raiders managed to start a full sandstorm.
Snowflake raised her hoof to shield her eyes from the increasing presence of sand in the air. "Gnh! They're whipping up the winds!" The pegasus followed Blueshield towards the large rock, her weapon already hanging ready. "What should we do?" she asked, trusting Blueshield's judgement more than her own.
HalfTangible
2015-06-27, 01:21 AM
"Mmmm....I do not see why not my dear *yaaaaaaawn* an extra warm body could be nice....mmmm....Oh goddesses I do not remember this couch being so comfy before...like one could sink into it.." Balboa yawned again simultaneously giving Strawberry a gentle pressure (since well he can't really squeeze ;P) on her thigh. "Strawberry....were you always this soft?" *yaaaaaaawn*
"Mmmm...hauh?...I guess so Balby," Strawberry purred while Balboa was just so relaxed he couldn't find the effort to wince and grimace and the stupid pet name like he would have normally.
Hay Bale snuggled up with the two. She kept her ears peeled and nose open for anything susipcious, but this close to Balboa and Strawberry she could protect them from just about anything short of a missile.
And honestly, even then, if she left Strawberry to die she could probably save Balboa.
MCerberus
2015-06-27, 09:35 PM
Desert
The griffon's combat experience and past-life training tell him not to simply walk to high ground. The problem isn't in the air, but rather at the ground. Plus very few pegasi have ranged weapons usable in the air. In this context, it seems simple what should be done. Using his hind legs for some extra power, he launches into the air and grabs for his bow. If they are bandits, disciplined resistance is the best route. Also probably shoot them full of arrows until they die.
"Get above the wind!"
Merellis
2015-06-28, 08:44 AM
Static Shock
This had truly not been a mission that Static had been looking forwards to, the weather was out of control, the Ursa Minor was resisting each of her attempts to simply overload it's brain, and she was stuck with these idiots. Though, it's not like they were going to let her handle a solo-mission so what was the use of dwelling on things she can't control.
All around her were comrades pulling out all the stops to deal with this beast, and in order for Static to not cause any collateral damage she was going to need to get into the thick of what was going to me a mess of magma and tentacles. She took a deep breath and stared up at the celestial bear before zipping forwards like a lightning bolt, zig-zagging through towards the beast with a crackling boom that would put the howling wind to shame.
She might be able to dodge the tentacles by themselves, be able to avoid the searing heat of the molten earth if that were the only thing to worry about, and perhaps be able to keep a step ahead of the Ursa Minor by it's lonesome. But all three at the same time with more challenges incoming?
Maybe, maybe not.
But why should that matter, they're bringing the thunder so she's going to need to start it off with the lightning!
Bitter Herb
The pegasus just chuckles as she pours the tea into a pot and carries it over. "It's not so grand as some others I've seen 'ere so far." And that was true, there had been some truly ridiculous homes and flats that she'd seen in the course of her jobs so far.
"What's this job gonna need me for? We lookin' for more inspiration, or you goin' on a book tour?"
Kelvin360
2015-06-28, 10:13 AM
S.T.A.T.I.C.
The massive beast howls its frustration to the heavens, briefly eclipsing all other sound as a gout of fiery-hot magma spewed from the ground underneath it, dousing both the beast's fur and, unfortunately, the tentacles swirling madly around its feet, trying to restrain it. The magma covers most of the arm it brings up to protect itself, steaming and burning its flesh and fur like hot coffee spilled over a bare arm. It curls forward and begins its trundling motions toward the sources of its frustration, but is quickly set back on its heels by the force of Static's battlefield entry, disrupting some of the smoke and fog around it, and allowing the others (including Hay Bale) the opportunity to see the area more clearly.
As for the Ursa itself, aside from a slight burn on its upper-left arm, a grim disposition, and being unable to move while it regains its balance, it seems that all objectives other than making it angry have, for the time being, experienced a setback.
All this on top of Stellar's voice through the Mind Web, audible to Gwyn and Flare. Please tell me that was the sound of it dying so we can get out of this stupid snow.
Bitter Herb
The pegasus just chuckles as she pours the tea into a pot and carries it over. "It's not so grand as some others I've seen 'ere so far." And that was true, there had been some truly ridiculous homes and flats that she'd seen in the course of her jobs so far.
"What's this job gonna need me for? We lookin' for more inspiration, or you goin' on a book tour?"
The unicorn took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to collect her thoughts. This was it, Pulp, let's not fumble this bit. "Actually, uh, it's more of a publisher t-t-thing. I... a-ah... have a publisher in the griffon lands, a-and he h-hasn't been answering m-my letters lately. I-I'm worried for h-him, so I-I figured I'd stop by to see if h-he's alright." She fidgeted nervously. "I f-figured you know... it'll be best to have s-someone friendly to a-accompany me, and I-I thought of you..."
PurityIcekiller
2015-07-03, 01:33 AM
Snowflake raised her hoof to shield her eyes from the increasing presence of sand in the air. "Gnh! They're whipping up the winds!" The pegasus followed Blueshield towards the large rock, her weapon already hanging ready. "What should we do?" she asked, trusting Blueshield's judgement more than her own.
"Stay calm, cover yourself, and wait it out. They'll likely have as much trouble as us with their own storm-"
The griffon's combat experience and past-life training tell him not to simply walk to high ground. The problem isn't in the air, but rather at the ground. Plus very few pegasi have ranged weapons usable in the air. In this context, it seems simple what should be done. Using his hind legs for some extra power, he launches into the air and grabs for his bow. If they are bandits, disciplined resistance is the best route. Also probably shoot them full of arrows until they die.
"Get above the wind!"
"Wait, what?"
The main issue of getting above the wind was that it required going right through the worst of it. Briefly, the griffon had to struggle to avoid getting pushed back to the ground or launched into a nearby dune.
Fortunately for him, the two bandit pegasi noticed him and broke formation before either could happen. One of them flung a knife while the other did a diving charge, aiming to stab the griffon's wing. Both attacks were pretty reckless, the brigands clearly trying to use aggression to compensate for their lack of skill.
Without anypony to keep brewing it, the sandstorm died down, revealing that two unicorns and an earth pony had emerged from behind another dune. It appeared that their cover had been blown before they could get into a proper ambush position. All three immediately sprinted for cover in different directions.
"One issue resolved and another created." Blueshield drew her crossbow and loaded several shots into it. "Snowflake, help him ground the fliers. I will keep the others occupied."
[STATIC's Charge]
"Hmm... It is tough, but we have made progress. I will apply more force."
Flare drew up a sharp spike of earth in front of the creature to stall it, then another lava geyser below it. Hopefully the same trick would work twice.
"Stay calm, cover yourself, and wait it out. They'll likely have as much trouble as us with their own storm-"
"Wait, what?"
The main issue of getting above the wind was that it required going right through the worst of it. Briefly, the griffon had to struggle to avoid getting pushed back to the ground or launched into a nearby dune.
Fortunately for him, the two bandit pegasi noticed him and broke formation before either could happen. One of them flung a knife while the other did a diving charge, aiming to stab the griffon's wing. Both attacks were pretty reckless, the brigands clearly trying to use aggression to compensate for their lack of skill.
Without anypony to keep brewing it, the sandstorm died down, revealing that two unicorns and an earth pony had emerged from behind another dune. It appeared that their cover had been blown before they could get into a proper ambush position. All three immediately sprinted for cover in different directions.
"One issue resolved and another created." Blueshield drew her crossbow and loaded several shots into it. "Snowflake, help him ground the fliers. I will keep the others occupied."
"Right!" Snowflake dropped her bags to the ground; the extra weight would only slow her down to almost no benefit, and took the air with a strong flap of her wings. "Hey you! Heads up!" The pegasus shouted at the two pegasi bandits, drawing out a dagger from the three she had kept in a belt, and flinging it at the nearest one. She wasn't aiming to hit with that one, only to keep them off-balance so she could close the distance and solve the problem in a more immediate fashion.
MCerberus
2015-07-07, 10:30 PM
"Stay calm, cover yourself, and wait it out. They'll likely have as much trouble as us with their own storm-"
"Wait, what?"
The main issue of getting above the wind was that it required going right through the worst of it. Briefly, the griffon had to struggle to avoid getting pushed back to the ground or launched into a nearby dune.
Fortunately for him, the two bandit pegasi noticed him and broke formation before either could happen. One of them flung a knife while the other did a diving charge, aiming to stab the griffon's wing. Both attacks were pretty reckless, the brigands clearly trying to use aggression to compensate for their lack of skill.
Without anypony to keep brewing it, the sandstorm died down, revealing that two unicorns and an earth pony had emerged from behind another dune. It appeared that their cover had been blown before they could get into a proper ambush position. All three immediately sprinted for cover in different directions.
"One issue resolved and another created." Blueshield drew her crossbow and loaded several shots into it. "Snowflake, help him ground the fliers. I will keep the others occupied."
Magic. The griffon always seems to forget how magic is everywhere with ponies. If the two hadn't broken off, he would have ended up face down in the sand for his troubles. Luckily they seem... eager. The knife thrown at him would likely hit, though unless poisoned or cursed, it would only really cause a surface wound unless embedded into a joint.
The aggressive one though could be in trouble. The griffon is a seasoned warrior, and a reckless charge isn't the best option. He jukes back a bit with a flap of his wings and brings an arrow into the path of the charging pegasus. The shaft is likely to break off on contact, but if the bandit isn't wearing armor or is hit in an exposed place, the point is still going to lodge in.
HalfTangible
2015-07-10, 02:01 AM
[You wrote a letter to WHO?!]
Dear Lemon Chiffon*
*if that IS your real name - doubtful, but it's the one I gave the guards I handed you over to
I couldn't get a message to your dad - I don't really know who or where he is - but enclosed you'll find Dark Ink, a drama. Unlike the trash you were reading on the train, this one has actual effort put into it. Hope you like it.
I also included a trashy romance/porno if you're more into that sorta thing (though I warn you now, they're an acquired taste). This one might've been confiscated by the guards.
If you want me to take a message to your dad, you can send me his address and such and I'll forward a message to him. Never mind, if you know his address you can probably tell him yourself.
Hope to see you free on good behavior soon, cutie!
Hugs and kisses,
Moon Shadow
PS. There's also four three** packs of smokes. I hear one of those can get you anything in the joint.
**Store would only sell me 3, sorry.
PurityIcekiller
2015-07-22, 12:11 AM
[The Desert]
The charging bandit swerved in midair to avoid Snowflake's dagger, and found herself with an arrow in her side instead. With a cry, she started drifting to the ground, now more interested in fleeing than fighting.
The griffon took a knife to the wing, causing pain but no serious injury. Dismayed, the second pegasus flew toward the griffon, spinning and weaving a bit to throw off his aim.
A voice yelled in Mareabic from behind a nearby dune. "Use the wind, you idiots! The wind! Weaver, Luminescence, get out there- ARGH!" The speaker was cut off by a series of arcing crossbow quarrels.
"One might think you were deliberately causing us convenience," muttered Blueshield as she reloaded.
MCerberus
2015-07-23, 10:16 PM
[The Desert]
The charging bandit swerved in midair to avoid Snowflake's dagger, and found herself with an arrow in her side instead. With a cry, she started drifting to the ground, now more interested in fleeing than fighting.
The griffon took a knife to the wing, causing pain but no serious injury. Dismayed, the second pegasus flew toward the griffon, spinning and weaving a bit to throw off his aim.
A voice yelled in Mareabic from behind a nearby dune. "Use the wind, you idiots! The wind! Weaver, Luminescence, get out there- ARGH!" The speaker was cut off by a series of arcing crossbow quarrels.
"One might think you were deliberately causing us convenience," muttered Blueshield as she reloaded.
As the second attacker comes in, the griffon realizes that shooting it probably won't work. It's reckless, perhaps not thinking. Concerned with dodging ranged fire. He steadies his position, begins tracking his foe's movements, and takes a deep breath. If the bandit gets close enough, he'll reach out to make a grab at its neck. Dexterity, something most beings forget about.
Benson
2015-07-23, 10:40 PM
S.T.A.T.I.C
Gwyn was lost in her own surge of power building up inside her as she continued to build up the magic she was readying for a huge over the top burst. The purple marebeast was getting her super saiyan on, her eyes turning white while her magical battle aura turned up by eleven on the shonen scale.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" She let out a loud warrior cry as the magic build up exploded out of her own and out into the surrounding area as then a mass of tree trunk thick tentacles erupted from the ground in all their tentacly fashion from underneath the beeeaaarrrrrr. A dark purplish aura hung thickly around them with a slight acidic lining to them.
HalfTangible
2015-07-23, 10:56 PM
Hay Bale shifted into a pegasus form and put as much muscle as she could into her legs. She took off with the speed of a cannonball, shooting straight for the Ursa's face.
THE BEARENSTEIN FAMILY SAYS HI!!!! She roared as she punched it.
Merellis
2015-07-26, 08:21 PM
[Static Shock]
Chaos reigned within this small amount of space. Tentacles, magma, and some sort of hot-blooded shapeshifter taking most of Static's options away from her, which was making the little lightning bug pissed off. They get to cut loose and pull out all the stops, but if she does it there's always some pony in a suit telling her that they really needed that city to stay, or that shorting out all the electronics was causing too much trouble.
So she was usually stuck to one particular tactic, which she used well enough, but it was never quite the same as just turning into an oncoming storm and simply blasting the target to ash.
She zipped around the great beast, attempting to stay just behind it while the crackles and snaps of electricity grew louder and came more frequently. Within a few seconds the mare aimed for the Ursa's neck and simply touched it with her hoof to release an impressive amount of power in an attempt to remove it's ability to move, or just paralyze the lumbering monster.
[Bitter Herb]
"Oh jeez, not a single answer from'im at all?" She replied with an perplexed look on her face. "Tha's no good at all, specially considerin' the fact 'e publishes all yer books."
The brutish mare stumbles over to her room and soon returns with a map of the griffin territory, well, hopefully an accurate enough one for their journey.
"What's the plan then? You know where 'e lives? Are we campin' or stayin' in towns along the way?" And just like that, Bitter was diving back into business. "Towns mean more bits but less to carry, but campin' would be cheaper in the long run."
Kelvin360
2015-07-26, 09:05 PM
S.T.A.T.I.C.
A massive billowing cloud of sickly-green steam erupts from the ground around the Ursa as the lava from below begins to melt the magical tentacles springing from the ground - through the Mind Web they share, both Gwynfillion and Flare can feel their magical reserves being actively drained by one another as both sets of offensive magic interact in an unfortunately volatile fashion, doing more to disrupt each other than the star bear.
A piano note comes out of nowhere and follows Hay Bale on her trajectory, an invisible line of music and a masculine voice that quickly morphs into a miniature rock ballad...
"You've got the Touch...
...While the bear gives a few midair shakes, its skeleton visible as it spasms comically from the electric discharge.
"She's got the poweeeeeeeer!"
And when Hay Bale and Static Shock connect perfectly, the impact manifests as an explosion powerful enough to knock the thing halfway across the inside of the crater, tongue out and eyes derped.
[The Desert]
The charging bandit swerved in midair to avoid Snowflake's dagger, and found herself with an arrow in her side instead. With a cry, she started drifting to the ground, now more interested in fleeing than fighting.
The griffon took a knife to the wing, causing pain but no serious injury. Dismayed, the second pegasus flew toward the griffon, spinning and weaving a bit to throw off his aim.
A voice yelled in Mareabic from behind a nearby dune. "Use the wind, you idiots! The wind! Weaver, Luminescence, get out there- ARGH!" The speaker was cut off by a series of arcing crossbow quarrels.
"One might think you were deliberately causing us convenience," muttered Blueshield as she reloaded.
Snowflake glanced at both their attackers, hesitating for a split second what she should do. Then she gritted her teeth, and dove down to finish the job she started, reasoning that the enemy should be given no opportunity to launch any more dirty attacks. Diving at great speed from above, she'd seek to knock the pegasus out with a solid blow to the head, hopefully before she gets sighted by the other bandits hidden within the dunes.
[Bitter Herb]
"Oh jeez, not a single answer from'im at all?" She replied with an perplexed look on her face. "Tha's no good at all, specially considerin' the fact 'e publishes all yer books."
The brutish mare stumbles over to her room and soon returns with a map of the griffin territory, well, hopefully an accurate enough one for their journey.
"What's the plan then? You know where 'e lives? Are we campin' or stayin' in towns along the way?" And just like that, Bitter was diving back into business. "Towns mean more bits but less to carry, but campin' would be cheaper in the long run."
"Well... um... he's mainly my publisher for that region..." Pulp caught herself when she realised Bitter Herb was already moving onto the specifics of their journey. "Well, uh, he's staying here." She points out a town by the name of Rim's Edge some ways to the west of Griffonstone. "Or at least, that's where his letters said he was. Maybe he had moved on... Um, wouldn't staying in towns be safer? Like the griffon lands isn't very safe..."
PurityIcekiller
2015-08-01, 04:06 PM
Flare gave Gwyn a glare. "Could you please stop distracting me with your meddling? Find something more useful to do."
The ancient unicorn changed her plan and began digging a large hole under the Ursa, assuming nopony interfered.
[The Desert]
Snowflake slammed into the wounded bandit, hitting her cleanly on the head. She quickly fell senseless, this universe's established precedent for less-than-lethal head injuries prevent a much messier result.
The second bandit seized the griffon's bow with a smirk. However, his expression went from smug to terrified when he realized the griffon had him by the throat. The pegasus began to flail and squirm spectacularly in a desperate effort to escape.
It was at this point that the other two hidden bandits made their move. From behind one dune, a unicorn unleashed a magically animated rope, which wound through the air like a flying snake toward the griffon and his captive. Behind a different dune, a second unicorn stood up and started projecting beams of searing yellow-white light. The first beam blazed past where Snowflake had been moments before, and the brigand was charging up for a second shot.
"Condemnation. Of [I]course they would possess long-ranged armaments." Blueshield reloaded her bow and waited for a good opening. "Remain defensive! Make sure they cannot get a good shot in!"
MCerberus
2015-08-01, 11:01 PM
[The Desert]
Snowflake slammed into the wounded bandit, hitting her cleanly on the head. She quickly fell senseless, this universe's established precedent for less-than-lethal head injuries prevent a much messier result.
The second bandit seized the griffon's bow with a smirk. However, his expression went from smug to terrified when he realized the griffon had him by the throat. The pegasus began to flail and squirm spectacularly in a desperate effort to escape.
It was at this point that the other two hidden bandits made their move. From behind one dune, a unicorn unleashed a magically animated rope, which wound through the air like a flying snake toward the griffon and his captive. Behind a different dune, a second unicorn stood up and started projecting beams of searing yellow-white light. The first beam blazed past where Snowflake had been moments before, and the brigand was charging up for a second shot.
"Condemnation. Of course they would possess long-ranged armaments." Blueshield reloaded her bow and waited for a good opening. "Remain defensive! Make sure they cannot get a good shot in!"
Again, pony magic. That's the annoying thing to deal with. It seems that the griffon needs to break line of sight in the mean time. First thing's first though, the rope spell could be turned against the attackers. The griffon rakes the held pegasus, hoping more for flinching pain than a knockout blow. Then, he gives the pegasus what he wants and releases him, although it's more of a "throw him into the path of the incoming rope".
Once decoupled from the other combatant, the griffon dives down to ground level.
[The Desert]
Snowflake slammed into the wounded bandit, hitting her cleanly on the head. She quickly fell senseless, this universe's established precedent for less-than-lethal head injuries prevent a much messier result.
The second bandit seized the griffon's bow with a smirk. However, his expression went from smug to terrified when he realized the griffon had him by the throat. The pegasus began to flail and squirm spectacularly in a desperate effort to escape.
It was at this point that the other two hidden bandits made their move. From behind one dune, a unicorn unleashed a magically animated rope, which wound through the air like a flying snake toward the griffon and his captive. Behind a different dune, a second unicorn stood up and started projecting beams of searing yellow-white light. The first beam blazed past where Snowflake had been moments before, and the brigand was charging up for a second shot.
"Condemnation. Of course they would possess long-ranged armaments." Blueshield reloaded her bow and waited for a good opening. "Remain defensive! Make sure they cannot get a good shot in!"
"Woah! Nasty!" Snowflake shouted with some surprise as the first beam whizzed past her, her wings flapping anxiously. She wasted no time going into a evasive flight pattern, diving for the cover of the sand dunes below, where she'd at least be out of line of sight for the time being. If possible, she'd try to sneak over in Blueshield's direction, if only to better discuss what they should do next.
Merellis
2015-08-09, 06:23 PM
[Bitter Herb]
"Mmm, yeah, that'd be safer to do." She mumbles while looking over the map. They'd be walking a good deal to get to their destination, if he was even there when they reach Rim's Edge.
Bitter was a little familiar with the griffon lands, but it'd been a while since she last visited that area.
"So 'es just your publisher for tha' area? Might make it a bit easier if'n we ask around for 'im on the way up. Tha' way we're prepared to change directions if it turns out e's moved elsewhere."
[Static Shock]
The lightning pegasus shoots off towards the fallen beast, zigzagging around the thing to try and judge if it was out cold. If not, she'd have to apply her shockingly powerful touch again.
For now though, she'll just stay above the celestial being, just out of reach.
Benson
2015-08-09, 11:04 PM
S.T.A.T.I.C.
A massive billowing cloud of sickly-green steam erupts from the ground around the Ursa as the lava from below begins to melt the magical tentacles springing from the ground - through the Mind Web they share, both Gwynfillion and Flare can feel their magical reserves being actively drained by one another as both sets of offensive magic interact in an unfortunately volatile fashion, doing more to disrupt each other than the star bear.
A piano note comes out of nowhere and follows Hay Bale on her trajectory, an invisible line of music and a masculine voice that quickly morphs into a miniature rock ballad...
"You've got the Touch...
...While the bear gives a few midair shakes, its skeleton visible as it spasms comically from the electric discharge.
"She's got the poweeeeeeeer!"
And when Hay Bale and Static Shock connect perfectly, the impact manifests as an explosion powerful enough to knock the thing halfway across the inside of the crater, tongue out and eyes derped.
[I Can't Get No STATICsfaction]
Flare gave Gwyn a glare. "Could you please stop distracting me with your meddling? Find something more useful to do."
The ancient unicorn changed her plan and began digging a large hole under the Ursa, assuming nopony interfered.
"Why don't you shut your plebeian...." What was that word Soft Serve accidently taught her before...oh right.."***king mouth..." The angry purple marebeast roared angrily. "I bloody declared what I was going to be doing before you started in with your damn lava sharting." The volatile marebeast was just triggered into anger that she just began to spout angrish.
"Stupid imbecile..." Gwyn hissed as she then powered up some magic as a smokey aura crept up from her hooves as she began to become encased in some sort of black chitin plating until she resembled something almost like the lovechild of a changling and a tentacled shadowbeast..She closed her eyes and focused on gather energy from around her..
PurityIcekiller
2015-08-11, 07:44 PM
[The Desert]
Snowflake managed to dodge her way to cover. Lacking any way to curve the beams, the attacking unicorn blasted the dunes in a futile attempt to shoot through them.
Injuring the pegasus bandit did make for a good distraction. By the time he regained his senses, he was already tangled.
"Wrong target! Wrong target! Release me!"
Blueshield fired off a few shots, one of which managed to hit the rope-animator and briefly throw off their focus. However, the rope quickly unwrapped itself from the other brigand and streaked toward the trio again. As Blueshield turned to fire at the beam-shooter, her leg got tangled, pulling her off balance. Before she could recover, the rope began to drag her out into the open.
"Assistance would be appreciated!"
"Why don't you shut your plebeian...." What was that word Soft Serve accidently taught her before...oh right.."***king mouth..." The angry purple marebeast roared angrily. "I bloody declared what I was going to be doing before you started in with your damn lava sharting." The volatile marebeast was just triggered into anger that she just began to spout angrish.
"Stupid imbecile..." Gwyn hissed as she then powered up some magic as a smokey aura crept up from her hooves as she began to become encased in some sort of black chitin plating until she resembled something almost like the lovechild of a changling and a tentacled shadowbeast..She closed her eyes and focused on gather energy from around her..
This angered Flare enough for her to lose control. The digging turned into more of an explosion as she applied more power and less direction.
"You dare speak so rudely to me, child? You should know better. You should know respect, child, and know not to interfere in my domain! Be silent and stay out of my way."
[Bitter Herb]
"Mmm, yeah, that'd be safer to do." She mumbles while looking over the map. They'd be walking a good deal to get to their destination, if he was even there when they reach Rim's Edge.
Bitter was a little familiar with the griffon lands, but it'd been a while since she last visited that area.
"So 'es just your publisher for tha' area? Might make it a bit easier if'n we ask around for 'im on the way up. Tha' way we're prepared to change directions if it turns out e's moved elsewhere."
"Um, I'm sure he'll be there; I m-mean, he didn't say he was moving..." Pulp said in reply, a little speculatively, peering at the map as well. And then there was that prickly issue that she hadn't raised yet. "Well um, a-about payment..." she began hesitantly.
[The Desert]
Snowflake managed to dodge her way to cover. Lacking any way to curve the beams, the attacking unicorn blasted the dunes in a futile attempt to shoot through them.
Injuring the pegasus bandit did make for a good distraction. By the time he regained his senses, he was already tangled.
"Wrong target! Wrong target! Release me!"
Blueshield fired off a few shots, one of which managed to hit the rope-animator and briefly throw off their focus. However, the rope quickly unwrapped itself from the other brigand and streaked toward the trio again. As Blueshield turned to fire at the beam-shooter, her leg got tangled, pulling her off balance. Before she could recover, the rope began to drag her out into the open.
"Assistance would be appreciated!"
"Crap, crap, crap..." Snowflake muttered, reaching for another dagger in her pouch. "Hold on, Blueshield!" she called out, darting out into the open to follow Blueshield. She quickly brought the sharp end of the dagger down on the rope, hopefully severing it and then went to help Blueshield up.
MCerberus
2015-08-15, 10:14 PM
[The Desert]
Snowflake managed to dodge her way to cover. Lacking any way to curve the beams, the attacking unicorn blasted the dunes in a futile attempt to shoot through them.
Injuring the pegasus bandit did make for a good distraction. By the time he regained his senses, he was already tangled.
"Wrong target! Wrong target! Release me!"
Blueshield fired off a few shots, one of which managed to hit the rope-animator and briefly throw off their focus. However, the rope quickly unwrapped itself from the other brigand and streaked toward the trio again. As Blueshield turned to fire at the beam-shooter, her leg got tangled, pulling her off balance. Before she could recover, the rope began to drag her out into the open.
"Assistance would be appreciated!"
While Snowflake deals with the rope, the griffon eyes doing something about the source of the rope trouble. While the attackers are distracted by pain or their own plots, he rushes towards the unicorn on the ground. In order to cover his approach, when he gets close, the griffon takes a wing-assisted s-turn. Hopefully kicking up some dust will mask where the lunge will come from.
Merellis
2015-08-25, 09:44 AM
While an argument could be made towards what level of intelligence a mare, with a talent for spices and herbs mind you, taking up a career in personal protection has. There was still no true doubt that Bitter Herb was quite good at putting one and one together, when her boiling rage and brash nature weren't getting in the way. The clues had all been there since her favorite client had entered the apartment, and had continued stacking up until even a Bitter who was a raging mess of feathers and hooves would have no choice but to acknowledge the mountain of knowledge falling upon her head.
"I do like'ta get paid in advance usually, but you've always been a good client. We can discuss it after we find your publisher, if'n there'll be anythin' we need to discuss at that point anyway."
No need to draw a ton of attention to that, and embarrassing a client over their money troubles was always a good way to have no bits at all. And it was completely true, given that Bitter had no real idea just how much trouble this writer was in regarding bits and debt.
"Now, when're we headin' out?"
While an argument could be made towards what level of intelligence a mare, with a talent for spices and herbs mind you, taking up a career in personal protection has. There was still no true doubt that Bitter Herb was quite good at putting one and one together, when her boiling rage and brash nature weren't getting in the way. The clues had all been there since her favorite client had entered the apartment, and had continued stacking up until even a Bitter who was a raging mess of feathers and hooves would have no choice but to acknowledge the mountain of knowledge falling upon her head.
"I do like'ta get paid in advance usually, but you've always been a good client. We can discuss it after we find your publisher, if'n there'll be anythin' we need to discuss at that point anyway."
No need to draw a ton of attention to that, and embarrassing a client over their money troubles was always a good way to have no bits at all. And it was completely true, given that Bitter had no real idea just how much trouble this writer was in regarding bits and debt.
"Now, when're we headin' out?"
"I... um..." Pulp seemed a little taken aback by the sudden generosity. Indeed, she had scourged up the last of her savings just for what she hoped would be enough for the down payment, but it would seem that was no longer needed... She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Bitter was being understanding. Luna knew, she needed some of that now. Maybe that was why she came here in the first place. Bitter was a friend. A good one.
She offered the bulky pegasus a small, but radiant smile. "Whenever you're r-ready, Bitter."
PurityIcekiller
2015-08-27, 07:37 PM
[The Desert]
Snowflake was easily able to cut the rope. The unicorn wasted a few seconds trying to bind Blueshield with the sliced-off end, and by the time he realized it wasn't working, the griffon was already upon him, knocking him to the ground.
Blueshield regained her footing with Snowflake's help, then gave her a nod. "Good. Ensure that they cannot proceed with rear attacks."
A magic beam struck the knight in the shoulder, causing her to stagger a bit.
"Oof... Perhaps I had best act on our compromised defensive position." She raised her shield in preparation for the next blast. "Avoid intercepting any of those rays. They are not exactly pleasant."
Meanwhile, the remaining pegasus bandit ran to pick up his fallen comrade's blade. It seemed he wasn't out of the fight just yet.
MCerberus
2015-08-30, 08:39 PM
[The Desert]
Snowflake was easily able to cut the rope. The unicorn wasted a few seconds trying to bind Blueshield with the sliced-off end, and by the time he realized it wasn't working, the griffon was already upon him, knocking him to the ground.
Blueshield regained her footing with Snowflake's help, then gave her a nod. "Good. Ensure that they cannot proceed with rear attacks."
A magic beam struck the knight in the shoulder, causing her to stagger a bit.
"Oof... Perhaps I had best act on our compromised defensive position." She raised her shield in preparation for the next blast. "Avoid intercepting any of those rays. They are not exactly pleasant."
Meanwhile, the remaining pegasus bandit ran to pick up his fallen comrade's blade. It seemed he wasn't out of the fight just yet.
Unfortunately for the rope-trick unicorn, there isn't really time for 'subduing' opponents right now. With both sides still quite attempting murder, expedience is the best option. The griffon lunges his talons towards the fallen unicorn. If he's able to get at his neck, a squeeze and it would be all over.
[The Desert]
Snowflake was easily able to cut the rope. The unicorn wasted a few seconds trying to bind Blueshield with the sliced-off end, and by the time he realized it wasn't working, the griffon was already upon him, knocking him to the ground.
Blueshield regained her footing with Snowflake's help, then gave her a nod. "Good. Ensure that they cannot proceed with rear attacks."
A magic beam struck the knight in the shoulder, causing her to stagger a bit.
"Oof... Perhaps I had best act on our compromised defensive position." She raised her shield in preparation for the next blast. "Avoid intercepting any of those rays. They are not exactly pleasant."
Meanwhile, the remaining pegasus bandit ran to pick up his fallen comrade's blade. It seemed he wasn't out of the fight just yet.
"Right!" Snowflake flapped her wings and took to the skies again, sweving in an erratic fashion to throw off the unicorn throwing magical beams at them, and made for the other remaining pegasus bandit that was still standing. Like Riposte, there was no finesse or fancy combat manuevuer to this; just plain adrenaline and the burning need to end the fight as quickly as possible before any of them got seriously hurt. She circled once then dived right into the pegasus, attempting to tackle him body first and knock him unconscious.
PurityIcekiller
2015-09-06, 02:15 PM
[The Desert]
CRACK! The helpless unicorn's neck was brutally snapped. Unfortunately for him, the damage was just enough to cut off his breathing and leave him paralysed without causing spinal shock. Instead of being killed instantly, he was doomed to several minutes of agonizing asphyxiation, unable to do anything but wait for death. Still, he was now permanently out of the way, and what did a disposable bandit mook matter to the griffon anyway?
The other unicorn fired off several beams at Snowflake, but couldn't figure out how to lead her, and ended up accidentally zapping the remaining pegasus bandit instead.
"Not again!" cried the pegasus. He wasn't able to get a good grip on the blade before Snowflake had him pinned. He quickly stopped struggling. "I give up! I give up!"
At this point, the beam-unicorn decided to focus on the stationary target again and fired off a ray at Blueshield. However, this time the Knight had her shield ready, and the beam was reflected to hit its caster right in the face.
"My eyes!" She started to run, but tripped over a rock and fell to the sand.
Blueshield advanced toward Snowflake and readied her bow. "That should be sufficient. Now we just need to gather up the remainder of this incompetent rabble. Avoid unnecessary force, but do not allow any to escape!"
MCerberus
2015-09-06, 09:24 PM
[The Desert]
CRACK! The helpless unicorn's neck was brutally snapped. Unfortunately for him, the damage was just enough to cut off his breathing and leave him paralysed without causing spinal shock. Instead of being killed instantly, he was doomed to several minutes of agonizing asphyxiation, unable to do anything but wait for death. Still, he was now permanently out of the way, and what did a disposable bandit mook matter to the griffon anyway?
The other unicorn fired off several beams at Snowflake, but couldn't figure out how to lead her, and ended up accidentally zapping the remaining pegasus bandit instead.
"Not again!" cried the pegasus. He wasn't able to get a good grip on the blade before Snowflake had him pinned. He quickly stopped struggling. "I give up! I give up!"
At this point, the beam-unicorn decided to focus on the stationary target again and fired off a ray at Blueshield. However, this time the Knight had her shield ready, and the beam was reflected to hit its caster right in the face.
"My eyes!" She started to run, but tripped over a rock and fell to the sand.
Blueshield advanced toward Snowflake and readied her bow. "That should be sufficient. Now we just need to gather up the remainder of this incompetent rabble. Avoid unnecessary force, but do not allow any to escape!"
Well the word 'bandit' has some meaning beyond what ponies generally ascribe to it, but that will probably get into detail after the battle. There's still life-or-death matters. The beam-unicorn is the biggest potential threat and open to attack. Using a wing jump, the griffon comes down on the unicorn, hoping to get into a position leading to a good-night bonk on the head.
[The Desert]
CRACK! The helpless unicorn's neck was brutally snapped. Unfortunately for him, the damage was just enough to cut off his breathing and leave him paralysed without causing spinal shock. Instead of being killed instantly, he was doomed to several minutes of agonizing asphyxiation, unable to do anything but wait for death. Still, he was now permanently out of the way, and what did a disposable bandit mook matter to the griffon anyway?
The other unicorn fired off several beams at Snowflake, but couldn't figure out how to lead her, and ended up accidentally zapping the remaining pegasus bandit instead.
"Not again!" cried the pegasus. He wasn't able to get a good grip on the blade before Snowflake had him pinned. He quickly stopped struggling. "I give up! I give up!"
At this point, the beam-unicorn decided to focus on the stationary target again and fired off a ray at Blueshield. However, this time the Knight had her shield ready, and the beam was reflected to hit its caster right in the face.
"My eyes!" She started to run, but tripped over a rock and fell to the sand.
Blueshield advanced toward Snowflake and readied her bow. "That should be sufficient. Now we just need to gather up the remainder of this incompetent rabble. Avoid unnecessary force, but do not allow any to escape!"
"Thanks for making this easy, at least," Snowflake said with a sigh, before striking the bandit's head smartly from behind with a solid blow. Hopefully that should render him unconscious for a bit. Then she stood up, and looked around for any remaining threats. If there was none, then she'd run over to help the griffon with the unicorn. Assuming he even needed help at this point.
PurityIcekiller
2015-09-07, 11:51 PM
[The Desert]
The pegasus got a brief look of shock on his face before slipping into unconsciousness. The unicorn, likewise, was easily subdued.
"That is all except one..." Blueshield looked around a bit, and finally spotted a large earth pony with a crossbow bolt lodged in her side lying passed out in the sand. "...and there is the last."
She took another quick look all around, surveying the fallen foes. Then she dropped her weapons and made a bare-hooved strike at the area above her own eyes.
"Condemn it. Perhaps I did not clearly communicate the importance of avoiding unnecessary force. Are you aware of the simple fact that conscious ponies are significantly more capable of movement and speech than unconscious ones? This makes matters of transport and interrogation more complicated. And then there is this." She gestured at the dying unicorn. "Fatalities do happen in the heat of battle, but it is hardly proper behaviour to induce more than strictly necessary. I advise you to refrain more in the future."
With her little bit of chastising out of the way, she turned her attention back to the task at hoof.
"Gather them up. Carry two if you are capable." She hoisted the earth pony onto her shoulders. "If at all possible, bring the corpse as well. It is better not to leave them lying out in the open."
And unless there was more to discuss, the three would be on their way to the city.
[The Desert]
The pegasus got a brief look of shock on his face before slipping into unconsciousness. The unicorn, likewise, was easily subdued.
"That is all except one..." Blueshield looked around a bit, and finally spotted a large earth pony with a crossbow bolt lodged in her side lying passed out in the sand. "...and there is the last."
She took another quick look all around, surveying the fallen foes. Then she dropped her weapons and made a bare-hooved strike at the area above her own eyes.
"Condemn it. Perhaps I did not clearly communicate the importance of avoiding unnecessary force. Are you aware of the simple fact that conscious ponies are significantly more capable of movement and speech than unconscious ones? This makes matters of transport and interrogation more complicated. And then there is this." She gestured at the dying unicorn. "Fatalities do happen in the heat of battle, but it is hardly proper behaviour to induce more than strictly necessary. I advise you to refrain more in the future."
With her little bit of chastising out of the way, she turned her attention back to the task at hoof.
"Gather them up. Carry two if you are capable." She hoisted the earth pony onto her shoulders. "If at all possible, bring the corpse as well. It is better not to leave them lying out in the open."
And unless there was more to discuss, the three would be on their way to the city.
"Well. Back home, I was kinda used to knocking them out cold so that they can't do any harm..." She looked at her surroundings sheepishly, sand dunes stretching away in an endless sea. "... um, but I guess maybe I overdone it?" She knelt carefully next to the dying unicorn. "Are... are we just going to leave him like this?"
MCerberus
2015-09-10, 08:21 PM
[The Desert]
The pegasus got a brief look of shock on his face before slipping into unconsciousness. The unicorn, likewise, was easily subdued.
"That is all except one..." Blueshield looked around a bit, and finally spotted a large earth pony with a crossbow bolt lodged in her side lying passed out in the sand. "...and there is the last."
She took another quick look all around, surveying the fallen foes. Then she dropped her weapons and made a bare-hooved strike at the area above her own eyes.
"Condemn it. Perhaps I did not clearly communicate the importance of avoiding unnecessary force. Are you aware of the simple fact that conscious ponies are significantly more capable of movement and speech than unconscious ones? This makes matters of transport and interrogation more complicated. And then there is this." She gestured at the dying unicorn. "Fatalities do happen in the heat of battle, but it is hardly proper behaviour to induce more than strictly necessary. I advise you to refrain more in the future."
With her little bit of chastising out of the way, she turned her attention back to the task at hoof.
"Gather them up. Carry two if you are capable." She hoisted the earth pony onto her shoulders. "If at all possible, bring the corpse as well. It is better not to leave them lying out in the open."
And unless there was more to discuss, the three would be on their way to the city.
Being scolded for being too combat effective. That's a new one. But that means that a nerve was hit. Either there is something about the desert that hasn't been mentioned or there's a more sensitive reason.
"You mentioned they are bandits, do they have a cause?" The griffon asks of Blueshield before moving over towards the unicorns. Did any of them have some sort of magic suppression, or are they going to just keep an eye on their prisoner?
He looks down at the dying one. "If we have any access to healing, we'll try and save him." The griffon moves his talon near the unicorn's windpipe. "Mercy, one way or another."
PurityIcekiller
2015-09-15, 02:08 AM
Being scolded for being too combat effective. That's a new one. But that means that a nerve was hit. Either there is something about the desert that hasn't been mentioned or there's a more sensitive reason.
"You mentioned they are bandits, do they have a cause?" The griffon asks of Blueshield before moving over towards the unicorns. Did any of them have some sort of magic suppression, or are they going to just keep an eye on their prisoner?
Blueshield apparently had no convenient means of magic suppression, as she chose to aim her bow at the unicorn instead of putting on any rings or other devices.
"I wouldn't know any more than you; hence my desire to keep at least one in condition to talk. Any explanations must wait until they awaken."
"Well. Back home, I was kinda used to knocking them out cold so that they can't do any harm..." She looked at her surroundings sheepishly, sand dunes stretching away in an endless sea. "... um, but I guess maybe I overdone it?" She knelt carefully next to the dying unicorn. "Are... are we just going to leave him like this?"
He looks down at the dying one. "If we have any access to healing, we'll try and save him." The griffon moves his talon near the unicorn's windpipe. "Mercy, one way or another."
Blueshield shook her head. "Adequate facilities are too far away. The best we can do is end his suffering early."
MCerberus
2015-09-16, 10:12 PM
Blueshield shook her head. "Adequate facilities are too far away. The best we can do is end his suffering early."
And without saying anything else, the griffon eases the unicorn's passing. It's going to be rather awkward for whatever bandit is going to be hauled along with the corpse though, when they wake up.
And without saying anything else, the griffon eases the unicorn's passing. It's going to be rather awkward for whatever bandit is going to be hauled along with the corpse though, when they wake up.
Snowflake looked away as the griffon did the deed, pressing her lips together firmly. "Let's go," she said, a little curtly, picking up her fair share of the load, and starting to plod after Snowflake.
PurityIcekiller
2015-10-23, 04:04 AM
[The Desert]
Blueshield grimaced a bit as the unicorn was executed. "Agreed. I would rather not linger at this site, especially so close to nightfall." She turned to walk onwards.
~
Thankfully, it wasn't long before their destination was in sight. The city of Maredina loomed ahead, the lights on its pale stone walls shining brightly under the darkening sky. The tops of the tallest buildings, with shapes ranging from blocky to rounded, could be spotted just over the walls. A pair of earth ponies stood guard in front of the gates, and more guards observed from atop the walls and within the scattered watch towers.
"Halt," said one of the gate guards in Mareabic. "Identify yourselves before you enter."
Blueshield responded by flashing her insignia band. "Blueshield, Commander of the Thousand and One. The griffon and still-conscious pegasus are my escort, and the others are a group of thoughtless bandits who considered us good targets."
The guard chuckled. "Ah, you made it. I should have expected you'd stop to arrest somepony on the way, but I wasn't expecting you to have anypony else with you. I assumed you thought having allies was unfair, not to mention getting anypony to come."
"I am not an overconfident idiot, you realize. They volunteered, and I considered them suitable for my purposes."
"Volunteered? I'm guessing they didn't have a chance to speak to you first."
Blueshield glared. "I have not the time for impudence. Unless you desire reassignment to janitorial services, you had best stop seeking out insubordination charges and get back to your duties."
The guard shrunk back a bit. "Sorry, sorry, Commander. Yes, that's her, all right. Open the gates! Get some ponies to take care of the captives." With that, the trio was brought into the city, and several more guards came to take the bandits off their hooves.
"I see their standards haven't improved since my departure." Blueshield sighed, then turned to her companions. "Anyway, welcome to Maredina. Now that we are safely within the city limits, your obligations to me are fulfilled and you may proceed however you prefer."
She took out a piece of paper from her saddlebags, unfolded it, and held it out.
"Now, I had best meet with my superiors. You may continue to accompany me if you wish, but should you choose otherwise, you had best take this note. It contains directions to the Waves' Edge Inn and a message for the proprietor, ensuring that you will have accommodations during your stay and that a rendezvous can be arranged if necessary. Other than that, where you go is your decision alone. Just do your best not to cause a disruption."
MCerberus
2015-10-25, 09:53 PM
[The Desert]
Blueshield grimaced a bit as the unicorn was executed. "Agreed. I would rather not linger at this site, especially so close to nightfall." She turned to walk onwards.
~
Thankfully, it wasn't long before their destination was in sight. The city of Maredina loomed ahead, the lights on its pale stone walls shining brightly under the darkening sky. The tops of the tallest buildings, with shapes ranging from blocky to rounded, could be spotted just over the walls. A pair of earth ponies stood guard in front of the gates, and more guards observed from atop the walls and within the scattered watch towers.
"Halt," said one of the gate guards in Mareabic. "Identify yourselves before you enter."
Blueshield responded by flashing her insignia band. "Blueshield, Commander of the Thousand and One. The griffon and still-conscious pegasus are my escort, and the others are a group of thoughtless bandits who considered us good targets."
The guard chuckled. "Ah, you made it. I should have expected you'd stop to arrest somepony on the way, but I wasn't expecting you to have anypony else with you. I assumed you thought having allies was unfair, not to mention getting anypony to come."
"I am not an overconfident idiot, you realize. They volunteered, and I considered them suitable for my purposes."
"Volunteered? I'm guessing they didn't have a chance to speak to you first."
Blueshield glared. "I have not the time for impudence. Unless you desire reassignment to janitorial services, you had best stop seeking out insubordination charges and get back to your duties."
The guard shrunk back a bit. "Sorry, sorry, Commander. Yes, that's her, all right. Open the gates! Get some ponies to take care of the captives." With that, the trio was brought into the city, and several more guards came to take the bandits off their hooves.
"I see their standards haven't improved since my departure." Blueshield sighed, then turned to her companions. "Anyway, welcome to Maredina. Now that we are safely within the city limits, your obligations to me are fulfilled and you may proceed however you prefer."
She took out a piece of paper from her saddlebags, unfolded it, and held it out.
"Now, I had best meet with my superiors. You may continue to accompany me if you wish, but should you choose otherwise, you had best take this note. It contains directions to the Waves' Edge Inn and a message for the proprietor, ensuring that you will have accommodations during your stay and that a rendezvous can be arranged if necessary. Other than that, where you go is your decision alone. Just do your best not to cause a disruption."
Militia types, different than Bridle Shores. There's a definite air of conflict between the cultures of the soldiers and whatever branch Blueshield is part of. The particulars are likely uninteresting, but the griffon knows how that goes in a way. He keeps his beak shut during the back-and-forth, letting any guards that want to take the corpse and captive he's carrying do so. Once unburdened, he stretches his wings, still just a bit sore from the dust grating on the stab wound on his wing.
Purposefully ignoring the remarks about why he and his fellow traveler is here, the griffon replies to Blueshield, "I should get the cut properly dressed and clean the battle off to properly not cause a disruption then."
Remembering the culture shock from going to Equestria, he continues, "Other than that, is there anything we need to know about how our behavior is expected? Carrying weapons, actions that can be seen as an accidental insult?"
Militia types, different than Bridle Shores. There's a definite air of conflict between the cultures of the soldiers and whatever branch Blueshield is part of. The particulars are likely uninteresting, but the griffon knows how that goes in a way. He keeps his beak shut during the back-and-forth, letting any guards that want to take the corpse and captive he's carrying do so. Once unburdened, he stretches his wings, still just a bit sore from the dust grating on the stab wound on his wing.
Purposefully ignoring the remarks about why he and his fellow traveler is here, the griffon replies to Blueshield, "I should get the cut properly dressed and clean the battle off to properly not cause a disruption then."
Remembering the culture shock from going to Equestria, he continues, "Other than that, is there anything we need to know about how our behavior is expected? Carrying weapons, actions that can be seen as an accidental insult?"
"U-um. For that matter, I don't think I know a word of Mareabic... well, only a few basics anyway. Do they speak Equestrian here?" Snowflake added, looking around and shifting uneasily.
PurityIcekiller
2015-10-29, 01:04 AM
Militia types, different than Bridle Shores. There's a definite air of conflict between the cultures of the soldiers and whatever branch Blueshield is part of. The particulars are likely uninteresting, but the griffon knows how that goes in a way. He keeps his beak shut during the back-and-forth, letting any guards that want to take the corpse and captive he's carrying do so. Once unburdened, he stretches his wings, still just a bit sore from the dust grating on the stab wound on his wing.
Purposefully ignoring the remarks about why he and his fellow traveler is here, the griffon replies to Blueshield, "I should get the cut properly dressed and clean the battle off to properly not cause a disruption then."
Blueshield nodded. "Sensible." She turned to the gathering guards. "Bring clean water, soap and bandages. My comrade's injury requires tending."
With a few annoyed mumblings, the other ponies brought the requested supplies.
Remembering the culture shock from going to Equestria, he continues, "Other than that, is there anything we need to know about how our behavior is expected? Carrying weapons, actions that can be seen as an accidental insult?"
"I recommend that your armaments be bound such that they are not readily available for drawing. Exceptions can be made should you be outside of city limits or officially employed by military or enforcement officers, but the expectation is that those who carry weapons intend to make use of them.
"As for etiquette, there are a few things other than common courtesies. Mareabians are accustomed to more physical closeness than is normal for your culture, and will be offended if you back away when approached. You may be asked to remove any footwear you might possess when entering private dwellings or certain important locations. Be sure to show plenty of respect for elders. Finally, if you must apologize for an unintentional slight, it is best to do so privately to avoid further indignity. This is not an exhaustive explication, but should prevent most common misunderstandings."
"U-um. For that matter, I don't think I know a word of Mareabic... well, only a few basics anyway. Do they speak Equestrian here?" Snowflake added, looking around and shifting uneasily.
The Knight hesitated for a moment, then transferred kinetic energy from her forelimb to her central cranium. "Condemnation. You are particularly adept at finding your way into awkward situations, are you not?
"Fortunately for you, Morning Swirl at the Waves' Edge is fluent in your language, so there should be no issues there. Others likely to understand you are bazaar merchants and Knights, who must be prepared to deal with foreigners, but much of the population will not be able to communicate with you unless you get an interpreter or learn the language yourself. As such, you may wish to accompany me for now."
Blueshield nodded. "Sensible." She turned to the gathering guards. "Bring clean water, soap and bandages. My comrade's injury requires tending."
With a few annoyed mumblings, the other ponies brought the requested supplies.
"I recommend that your armaments be bound such that they are not readily available for drawing. Exceptions can be made should you be outside of city limits or officially employed by military or enforcement officers, but the expectation is that those who carry weapons intend to make use of them.
"As for etiquette, there are a few things other than common courtesies. Mareabians are accustomed to more physical closeness than is normal for your culture, and will be offended if you back away when approached. You may be asked to remove any footwear you might possess when entering private dwellings or certain important locations. Be sure to show plenty of respect for elders. Finally, if you must apologize for an unintentional slight, it is best to do so privately to avoid further indignity. This is not an exhaustive explication, but should prevent most common misunderstandings."
The Knight hesitated for a moment, then transferred kinetic energy from her forelimb to her central cranium. "Condemnation. You are particularly adept at finding your way into awkward situations, are you not?
"Fortunately for you, Morning Swirl at the Waves' Edge is fluent in your language, so there should be no issues there. Others likely to understand you are bazaar merchants and Knights, who must be prepared to deal with foreigners, but much of the population will not be able to communicate with you unless you get an interpreter or learn the language yourself. As such, you may wish to accompany me for now."
Snowflake's ears wilted a little at the slight backhanded comment, but she nodded. "I suppose I better follow you then." She glanced at the griffon. "Um, will you be making your way on your own then?"
MCerberus
2015-11-01, 09:00 PM
"I recommend that your armaments be bound such that they are not readily available for drawing. Exceptions can be made should you be outside of city limits or officially employed by military or enforcement officers, but the expectation is that those who carry weapons intend to make use of them.
"As for etiquette, there are a few things other than common courtesies. Mareabians are accustomed to more physical closeness than is normal for your culture, and will be offended if you back away when approached. You may be asked to remove any footwear you might possess when entering private dwellings or certain important locations. Be sure to show plenty of respect for elders. Finally, if you must apologize for an unintentional slight, it is best to do so privately to avoid further indignity. This is not an exhaustive explication, but should prevent most common misunderstandings."
The distance issue may cause some issues down the line. Griffons, being both flying creatures and already large like to have their space. As for the weapons, that's something that can easily be accomdated. Still, his bow is something expensive enough to want to keep on his body. "I'll stow away the arrows then."
Snowflake's ears wilted a little at the slight backhanded comment, but she nodded. "I suppose I better follow you then." She glanced at the griffon. "Um, will you be making your way on your own then?"
"I think I'll be staying at the inn for the moment, the sands have been chafing on my wings. The dust will need to be preened out, on top of the surface needing cleaned off."
PurityIcekiller
2015-11-30, 09:19 PM
The distance issue may cause some issues down the line. Griffons, being both flying creatures and already large like to have their space. As for the weapons, that's something that can easily be accomdated. Still, his bow is something expensive enough to want to keep on his body. "I'll stow away the arrows then."
"That... will have to do for now. I suppose anyone who could be a threat with an unloaded bow is likely to be dangerous without one as well."
Snowflake's ears wilted a little at the slight backhanded comment, but she nodded. "I suppose I better follow you then." She glanced at the griffon. "Um, will you be making your way on your own then?"
"I think I'll be staying at the inn for the moment, the sands have been chafing on my wings. The dust will need to be preened out, on top of the surface needing cleaned off."
The Knight nodded. "Then I suppose this is where we part. I expect to see you shortly. Come, Snowflake." She turned to walk away.
[The Griffon]
The directions on the note led the griffon along the wall to a multi-story building with a pair of paraffin lamps illuminating the entrance. Above the door was a sign with Mareabic reading "The Waves' Edge, underneath which was a wave pattern that shifted halfway through so that the highest peaks only reached what had been the deepest troughs. A gentle light emanated from the windows, through which the interior of the inn could be seen.
On the inside, the Waves' Edge was a quaint place. A blue-and-yellow rug lay in front of the doorway, and a few matching tapestries hung from the walls. Short round tables were scattered throughout the front room, each with a lamp on top to give light and a ring of cushions around it for sitting on. The innkeeper herself was a pink earth pony of about Blueshield's age with a blue headscarf and a pleasant smile.
Surprisingly, she gave a greeting in very slow, deliberate Griffonish. "Good evening to you. What I am called is Morning Swirl. Is there anything I can do for you?"
[Snowflake + Blueshield]
The Knight headquarters was large and glorious, like a small fortress. The domes and spires on its roof rose above the surrounding city, watched by a few pegasi in defensible positions. Within, it was similarly grand, with large, well-lit and well-decorated halls guarded by armoured unicorns and earth ponies. Where there weren't doors, there were tapestries or walls lined with the shields of fallen Knights. Despite her hurry, Blueshield did her best to give Snowflake time to admire the place before leading them on their way.
Upon their arrival in the briefing room, they were greeted by the sight of an emerald mare of impressive size. Her body was sleek yet powerful, and most of it was covered in elaborate ceremonial barding decorated with moon and star symbols. Under her helmet, her face has an unusual dished shape, and her sharp blue eyes pored over the two ponies. This was a full-blooded Mareabian Horse, almost as tall and regal as the Princesses themselves.
"Well met, Commander," the horse greeted in Mareabic. "A night-lover as always, I see."
Blueshield seemed startled, but quickly regained her composure. "Good evening, General." She bowed low. "Pardon me, but I was expecting Protection Fault."
"He has decided to leave early. His wife is sick, and he insisted on taking care of her." The horse leaned closer. "And I see that you have brought somepony unexpected as well."
"Yes..." Blueshield switched to Equestrian. "Snowflake, this is Audiences, Knight General of the Thousand and One. General, this is Snowflake, my escort from Bridle Shores. I believe she would be more comfortable with communication in her language, as she lacks familiarity with ours."
"Are you sure? You may be hearing some rather critical things. Do you wish to be humiliated in front of this foreigner?"
"She will most likely wish to know what is said later, whatever the case. This will save me some difficulty."
"Very well. It is your dignity." Audiences cleared her throat, then nodded to Snowflake. "Good evening, young mare, and welcome to Mareabia. I hope your journey was a pleasant one." She got a thoughtful look. "How has your experience with the Commander been so far?"
[Snowflake + Blueshield]
The Knight headquarters was large and glorious, like a small fortress. The domes and spires on its roof rose above the surrounding city, watched by a few pegasi in defensible positions. Within, it was similarly grand, with large, well-lit and well-decorated halls guarded by armoured unicorns and earth ponies. Where there weren't doors, there were tapestries or walls lined with the shields of fallen Knights. Despite her hurry, Blueshield did her best to give Snowflake time to admire the place before leading them on their way.
Upon their arrival in the briefing room, they were greeted by the sight of an emerald mare of impressive size. Her body was sleek yet powerful, and most of it was covered in elaborate ceremonial barding decorated with moon and star symbols. Under her helmet, her face has an unusual dished shape, and her sharp blue eyes pored over the two ponies. This was a full-blooded Mareabian Horse, almost as tall and regal as the Princesses themselves.
"Well met, Commander," the horse greeted in Mareabic. "A night-lover as always, I see."
Blueshield seemed startled, but quickly regained her composure. "Good evening, General." She bowed low. "Pardon me, but I was expecting Protection Fault."
"He has decided to leave early. His wife is sick, and he insisted on taking care of her." The horse leaned closer. "And I see that you have brought somepony unexpected as well."
"Yes..." Blueshield switched to Equestrian. "Snowflake, this is Audiences, Knight General of the Thousand and One. General, this is Snowflake, my escort from Bridle Shores. I believe she would be more comfortable with communication in her language, as she lacks familiarity with ours."
"Are you sure? You may be hearing some rather critical things. Do you wish to be humiliated in front of this foreigner?"
"She will most likely wish to know what is said later, whatever the case. This will save me some difficulty."
"Very well. It is your dignity." Audiences cleared her throat, then nodded to Snowflake. "Good evening, young mare, and welcome to Mareabia. I hope your journey was a pleasant one." She got a thoughtful look. "How has your experience with the Commander been so far?"
Snowflake was, for the lack of a better word, awestruck by the entire spectacle. Never in Equestria has she seen such a huge fortress that looked both menacing and alien at the same time. The young pegasus was similar impressed by the opulent interior, and had to be dragged away by Blueshield when she inevitably tarried to admire yet another tapestry or artefact.
Finally, when they reached the briefing room, Snowflake couldn't quite stifle her gasp when she found herself face-to-face with an actual Mareabian horse. She was... tall. Very tall. Though her momentary reverie was quickly broken when the mare addressed her. "O-Oh. Um. Hi! It w-was a nice journey here, yes. Mostly. Except for the bandits. Um. The commander? She... ah... she's... very dutiful. Yes. Dutiful. And a bit scary." Snowflake winced as she found herself stuttering, pausing to take a deep breath, and to reflexively unfurl her wings a little. "She's a good mare, ma'am."
MCerberus
2015-12-09, 11:10 PM
[The Griffon]
The directions on the note led the griffon along the wall to a multi-story building with a pair of paraffin lamps illuminating the entrance. Above the door was a sign with Mareabic reading "The Waves' Edge, underneath which was a wave pattern that shifted halfway through so that the highest peaks only reached what had been the deepest troughs. A gentle light emanated from the windows, through which the interior of the inn could be seen.
On the inside, the Waves' Edge was a quaint place. A blue-and-yellow rug lay in front of the doorway, and a few matching tapestries hung from the walls. Short round tables were scattered throughout the front room, each with a lamp on top to give light and a ring of cushions around it for sitting on. The innkeeper herself was a pink earth pony of about Blueshield's age with a blue headscarf and a pleasant smile.
Surprisingly, she gave a greeting in very slow, deliberate Griffonish. "Good evening to you. What I am called is Morning Swirl. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The decor tells more of the cultural differences than anything. Equestrian being bright and protectorate leaning towards earth tones. It's also interesting to see tapestries that weren't strictly... historic. Of course, the griffon still feels a bit awkward covered with the dirt of the road and hopefully nopony notices the not-dirt.
He's heard worse of the old tongue. It being, at least as far as he knows, something of a dying language.
"Thank you for allowing entry. I need to clean myself to avoid being an offensive guest," the griffon replies in the language. He then switches to Equestrian, "If you are more comfortable with this language, please use what feels best."
PurityIcekiller
2015-12-20, 04:31 AM
Snowflake was, for the lack of a better word, awestruck by the entire spectacle. Never in Equestria has she seen such a huge fortress that looked both menacing and alien at the same time. The young pegasus was similar impressed by the opulent interior, and had to be dragged away by Blueshield when she inevitably tarried to admire yet another tapestry or artefact.
Finally, when they reached the briefing room, Snowflake couldn't quite stifle her gasp when she found herself face-to-face with an actual Mareabian horse. She was... tall. Very tall. Though her momentary reverie was quickly broken when the mare addressed her. "O-Oh. Um. Hi! It w-was a nice journey here, yes. Mostly. Except for the bandits. Um. The commander? She... ah... she's... very dutiful. Yes. Dutiful. And a bit scary." Snowflake winced as she found herself stuttering, pausing to take a deep breath, and to reflexively unfurl her wings a little. "She's a good mare, ma'am."
"Easily impressed, young one?" Audiences chuckled. "It's not often that Blueshield chooses to associate with one so innocent, or the other way around." She then gave Blueshield a stern look. "Most unexpected. Can you tell me how this came to be?"
Blueshield put a wing over Snowflake protectively. "Snowflake offered her assistance of her own free will, General, and I accepted. She seems capable enough. Her only serious demonstrated weakness is simple naïveté, and that is entirely correctable with time."
"That is good to hear." The Knight General jotted down a few notes, then looked up again. "So, Miss Snowflake, what do you intend to do now? Do you wish to return home tomorrow, or are you intending a longer stay? I hope you have prepared lodgings and know the local customs."
"General, there is no need for you to concern yourself with her accommodations. I have the situation under control."
"Be that as it may, I would still prefer to know. This is as much my jurisdiction as yours."
"With all due respect, Miss Snowflake is not our main topic of discussion tonight and may be overwhelmed by this interrogation."
Audiences gave another glare. "Blueshield, let her speak for herself. If she is unwilling or unable to answer, she may say so."
Blueshield lowered her head. "Pardon me, General. My intention was merely to ensure her comfort."
"Her comfort? Interesting." Audiences jotted down another note, then turned back to Snowflake. "So, do you wish to discuss your stay right now, Snowflake?"
The decor tells more of the cultural differences than anything. Equestrian being bright and protectorate leaning towards earth tones. It's also interesting to see tapestries that weren't strictly... historic. Of course, the griffon still feels a bit awkward covered with the dirt of the road and hopefully nopony notices the not-dirt.
He's heard worse of the old tongue. It being, at least as far as he knows, something of a dying language.
"Thank you for allowing entry. I need to clean myself to avoid being an offensive guest," the griffon replies in the language. He then switches to Equestrian, "If you are more comfortable with this language, please use what feels best."
Morning Swirl shook her head. "You are very considerate, and I thank you, but I am most comfortable with the use of my own language and I know not whether or not you are able to understand it. If you are not able to speak my language, I will speak yours for the purpose of me being accommodating to you." She stood up. "Please follow me."
She led the griffon to a room in the back with a large water basin set into the floor.
"You are permitted to use this for cleaning yourself. Please attempt not to spill outside the bath; I desire not to waste the water. We shall discuss the payment for my services later."
"Easily impressed, young one?" Audiences chuckled. "It's not often that Blueshield chooses to associate with one so innocent, or the other way around." She then gave Blueshield a stern look. "Most unexpected. Can you tell me how this came to be?"
Blueshield put a wing over Snowflake protectively. "Snowflake offered her assistance of her own free will, General, and I accepted. She seems capable enough. Her only serious demonstrated weakness is simple naïveté, and that is entirely correctable with time."
"That is good to hear." The Knight General jotted down a few notes, then looked up again. "So, Miss Snowflake, what do you intend to do now? Do you wish to return home tomorrow, or are you intending a longer stay? I hope you have prepared lodgings and know the local customs."
"General, there is no need for you to concern yourself with her accommodations. I have the situation under control."
"Be that as it may, I would still prefer to know. This is as much my jurisdiction as yours."
"With all due respect, Miss Snowflake is not our main topic of discussion tonight and may be overwhelmed by this interrogation."
Audiences gave another glare. "Blueshield, let her speak for herself. If she is unwilling or unable to answer, she may say so."
Blueshield lowered her head. "Pardon me, General. My intention was merely to ensure her comfort."
"Her comfort? Interesting." Audiences jotted down another note, then turned back to Snowflake. "So, do you wish to discuss your stay right now, Snowflake?"
Snowflake looked first at Blueshield, then at the large Mareabian horse that stood before her, seemingly intent on asking all the questions despite Blueshield's protestations. Well, Snowflake wasn't a pushover in her own right, and with a deep breath, gently looked up at Audiences again.
"Yes, I can discuss those now. Um, I'm planning to stay for an extended time... as long as I can help Blueshield, really. Miss Blueshield has kindly prepared an inn for us to stay and uh... I plan to learn some of the local customs from her as well, if possible. I uh... am looking forward to learning more about Saddle Arabia, Miss." Snowflake offered a small, sincere smile.
PurityIcekiller
2016-01-01, 02:40 AM
Snowflake looked first at Blueshield, then at the large Mareabian horse that stood before her, seemingly intent on asking all the questions despite Blueshield's protestations. Well, Snowflake wasn't a pushover in her own right, and with a deep breath, gently looked up at Audiences again.
"Yes, I can discuss those now. Um, I'm planning to stay for an extended time... as long as I can help Blueshield, really. Miss Blueshield has kindly prepared an inn for us to stay and uh... I plan to learn some of the local customs from her as well, if possible. I uh... am looking forward to learning more about Saddle Arabia, Miss." Snowflake offered a small, sincere smile.
Audiences smiled back. "I am glad to hear that. It is not often that a foreigner is interested in our culture rather than our wealth."
Blueshield eyed Snowflake curiously. "Snowflake, you have already provided adequate service on my behalf. Further assistance, although appreciated, is unnecessary."
"Come now, Commander. Are you really turning her away after she came this far?"
"That was not a rejection. My point is that she has no obligation to me beyond this point. I did not state that she was unwanted."
"I see." Audiences sifted through her papers for a moment. "You do, however, have a track record of refusing help. My report here is that you insisted on pursuing Night Jewel alone."
"I did not have subordinates with the necessary skills. It was a task that required finesse and deductive reasoning, not force of arms."
"Then perhaps you should have looked for some. Furthermore, is it true that during the Fifth Battle of Bridle Shores, you ordered the other guards to abandon the gates after Dive Bomb's attack?"
"General, much of the town was afire. I considered that a major priority, and was confident in my own abilities to hold the line until it could be addressed."
"And if you had been wrong, and the gate had fallen?"
Blueshield considered for a moment. "...It was a calculated risk. And I was right."
Audiences cleared her throat. "Commander, you are an excellent Knight. Your loyalty, courage and ability are clearly established. However, there is more than that to being a good officer. You must coordinate well with allies and inspire them to follow you. A good Knight is simply one good soldier; a good officer can create fifty more.
"Now, my reports from your fellow Knights do not suggest you possess those qualities. You mostly use your position for the autonomy it grants, and do not associate well with others." The Horse began to read through her papers one by one. "Major Harmonic describes you as 'capable enough on the technical side, but stiff and humourless'. Colonel Panic says you are 'well-meaning, but too much of a perfectionist'. Major Malfunction considers you 'noble on the inside, but ill-tempered and impatient on the outside'. And as for your subordinates..." She began flipping through them faster. "'Unlikeable'. 'Liked by nopony'. 'A bitter, unlikeable loner'. 'Cranky'. 'Grouchy'. 'Crotchety'. 'Never happy'. 'Surly and unpleasant'... That is not what ponies want in a leader.
"However, what Miss Snowflake has told me suggests improvement. Perhaps she is a good influence, or your time in Bridle Shores helped you. Thus, we will continue to observe you doing her stay to see how you conduct yourself. You will be considered fully responsible for her, and should there be complaints or an incident involving her, there will be consequences for you. Do you understand?"
Blueshield stared for a time, eyes wide and ears drooped. It seemed she was almost as intimidated as Snowflake had been. Finally, she said, "It... is clear."
"Good. I am glad to get that out of the way." She turned back to Snowflake. "So, is there anything more you wish to say?"
MCerberus
2016-01-03, 10:58 PM
Morning Swirl shook her head. "You are very considerate, and I thank you, but I am most comfortable with the use of my own language and I know not whether or not you are able to understand it. If you are not able to speak my language, I will speak yours for the purpose of me being accommodating to you." She stood up. "Please follow me."
She led the griffon to a room in the back with a large water basin set into the floor.
"You are permitted to use this for cleaning yourself. Please attempt not to spill outside the bath; I desire not to waste the water. We shall discuss the payment for my services later."
"Thank you," the griffon replies politely before looking over the bath. It is... rather nice to have a little alone time. It's kind of odd how after all this time now he's wanting for a moment's solitude. He, as requested attempts to keep the splashing to a minimum. It takes some care, as a griffon's wingspan is more than a pegasus'. One must wonder how many of his kind make it here. And that touches on the subject of food. It will take some care to request certain sources of protein.
After cleaning up, the griffon makes his way back to the inn's commons. Hopefully the culture shock won't lead him to offend.
Audiences smiled back. "I am glad to hear that. It is not often that a foreigner is interested in our culture rather than our wealth."
Blueshield eyed Snowflake curiously. "Snowflake, you have already provided adequate service on my behalf. Further assistance, although appreciated, is unnecessary."
"Come now, Commander. Are you really turning her away after she came this far?"
"That was not a rejection. My point is that she has no obligation to me beyond this point. I did not state that she was unwanted."
"I see." Audiences sifted through her papers for a moment. "You do, however, have a track record of refusing help. My report here is that you insisted on pursuing Night Jewel alone."
"I did not have subordinates with the necessary skills. It was a task that required finesse and deductive reasoning, not force of arms."
"Then perhaps you should have looked for some. Furthermore, is it true that during the Fifth Battle of Bridle Shores, you ordered the other guards to abandon the gates after Dive Bomb's attack?"
"General, much of the town was afire. I considered that a major priority, and was confident in my own abilities to hold the line until it could be addressed."
"And if you had been wrong, and the gate had fallen?"
Blueshield considered for a moment. "...It was a calculated risk. And I was right."
Audiences cleared her throat. "Commander, you are an excellent Knight. Your loyalty, courage and ability are clearly established. However, there is more than that to being a good officer. You must coordinate well with allies and inspire them to follow you. A good Knight is simply one good soldier; a good officer can create fifty more.
"Now, my reports from your fellow Knights do not suggest you possess those qualities. You mostly use your position for the autonomy it grants, and do not associate well with others." The Horse began to read through her papers one by one. "Major Harmonic describes you as 'capable enough on the technical side, but stiff and humourless'. Colonel Panic says you are 'well-meaning, but too much of a perfectionist'. Major Malfunction considers you 'noble on the inside, but ill-tempered and impatient on the outside'. And as for your subordinates..." She began flipping through them faster. "'Unlikeable'. 'Liked by nopony'. 'A bitter, unlikeable loner'. 'Cranky'. 'Grouchy'. 'Crotchety'. 'Never happy'. 'Surly and unpleasant'... That is not what ponies want in a leader.
"However, what Miss Snowflake has told me suggests improvement. Perhaps she is a good influence, or your time in Bridle Shores helped you. Thus, we will continue to observe you doing her stay to see how you conduct yourself. You will be considered fully responsible for her, and should there be complaints or an incident involving her, there will be consequences for you. Do you understand?"
Blueshield stared for a time, eyes wide and ears drooped. It seemed she was almost as intimidated as Snowflake had been. Finally, she said, "It... is clear."
"Good. I am glad to get that out of the way." She turned back to Snowflake. "So, is there anything more you wish to say?"
Snowflake looked at the tall Saddle Arabian with some wonder; it wasn't every day that you got to see someone like Blueshield intimidated like that. She looked first at Blueshield, then back at Audiences, looking a mite worried, and concerned at the same time. Taking a deep breath, she set her gaze back at the Saddle Arabian. "I... um... I don't want to cause any trouble for Miss Blueshield. I'm sure she'll turn out to be very helpful; you'll see." Her tone was perfectly sincere too. "Other than that, no, I don't think I have anything else to say."
PurityIcekiller
2016-01-10, 05:31 PM
"Thank you," the griffon replies politely before looking over the bath. It is... rather nice to have a little alone time. It's kind of odd how after all this time now he's wanting for a moment's solitude. He, as requested attempts to keep the splashing to a minimum. It takes some care, as a griffon's wingspan is more than a pegasus'. One must wonder how many of his kind make it here. And that touches on the subject of food. It will take some care to request certain sources of protein.
After cleaning up, the griffon makes his way back to the inn's commons. Hopefully the culture shock won't lead him to offend.
Nothing like a nice, cool, refreshing bath to take away the stress of desert travel.
Once he was done, Morning Swirl was waiting for him at the counter. She looked him over carefully, then gave a nod. "You are looking much better. Now, it is necessary that we have a discussion of the services that are provided by the inn.
"So... I require of you that you are able to provide payment for food or use of the rooms. The cost of a meal is three silver coins, and the cost of a room is five silver coins." She hesitated a bit. "I will try to get something you are capable of eating. I... am afraid the thing that I have most similar to food griffons eat is the food I give to cats. I mean no insult, and I am very sorry if this offends you..." She blushed, then regained her composure. "Still, I have good tea. Is tea something you enjoy?"
Snowflake looked at the tall Saddle Arabian with some wonder; it wasn't every day that you got to see someone like Blueshield intimidated like that. She looked first at Blueshield, then back at Audiences, looking a mite worried, and concerned at the same time. Taking a deep breath, she set her gaze back at the Saddle Arabian. "I... um... I don't want to cause any trouble for Miss Blueshield. I'm sure she'll turn out to be very helpful; you'll see." Her tone was perfectly sincere too. "Other than that, no, I don't think I have anything else to say."
"Let us hope your confidence is not misplaced, young one," said Audiences. "Your presence will help; a good example does wonders, and you are very respectful." She then raised a hoof. "Now, you both are dismissed. Enjoy your time in Mareabia, Miss Snowflake. Until we meet again."
"Farewell, General," sighed Blueshield. "Come, Snowflake. Unless you intend to do some more sight-seeing here, our next destination is the Waves' Edge."
"Let us hope your confidence is not misplaced, young one," said Audiences. "Your presence will help; a good example does wonders, and you are very respectful." She then raised a hoof. "Now, you both are dismissed. Enjoy your time in Mareabia, Miss Snowflake. Until we meet again."
"Farewell, General," sighed Blueshield. "Come, Snowflake. Unless you intend to do some more sight-seeing here, our next destination is the Waves' Edge."
Snowflake belated remembered to bow her head as Audiences dismissed the both of them. "Y-Yes, I will. I think."
When Blueshield addressed her, she shook her head. "I think I had my fill of grand palaces for the day. We can always come back later, right?" she asked, hopefully.
PurityIcekiller
2016-01-20, 04:34 AM
Snowflake belated remembered to bow her head as Audiences dismissed the both of them. "Y-Yes, I will. I think."
When Blueshield addressed her, she shook her head. "I think I had my fill of grand palaces for the day. We can always come back later, right?" she asked, hopefully.
Blueshield nodded. "Considering my occupation, it would be rather unanticipated if we did not have cause to return shortly. It will be more of an obligation than an option, however."
She led Snowflake outside into the darkening streets. As they walked, she remained silent, although it was hard to tell whether it was because she was sulking or she was just being her usual distant self. At any rate, it wasn't long before they arrived outside the inn.
MCerberus
2016-01-21, 05:14 PM
Nothing like a nice, cool, refreshing bath to take away the stress of desert travel.
Once he was done, Morning Swirl was waiting for him at the counter. She looked him over carefully, then gave a nod. "You are looking much better. Now, it is necessary that we have a discussion of the services that are provided by the inn.
"So... I require of you that you are able to provide payment for food or use of the rooms. The cost of a meal is three silver coins, and the cost of a room is five silver coins." She hesitated a bit. "I will try to get something you are capable of eating. I... am afraid the thing that I have most similar to food griffons eat is the food I give to cats. I mean no insult, and I am very sorry if this offends you..." She blushed, then regained her composure. "Still, I have good tea. Is tea something you enjoy?"
"It is no insult. I know it my kind can be difficult to accommodate. For the most part, I can eat what ponies eat. Too much sugar makes me ill though." There's a joke about ponies not knowing what too much sugar is though, but the griffon isn't familiar enough at this point to attempt. "Tea would be welcome."
He takes a moment before considering the money.
"The coin I have is in gold. Do you require it be changed?"
PurityIcekiller
2016-01-25, 01:43 AM
"It is no insult. I know it my kind can be difficult to accommodate. For the most part, I can eat what ponies eat. Too much sugar makes me ill though." There's a joke about ponies not knowing what too much sugar is though, but the griffon isn't familiar enough at this point to attempt. "Tea would be welcome."
"It is a relief to hear you saying that." Morning Swirl smiled. "I think you will not have many problems with the food, if that is the case. I am able to serve vegetables over rice, and that has only spices, not sugar. The tea will be ready shortly, and I will have my kitchen assistants prepare the meal."
He takes a moment before considering the money.
"The coin I have is in gold. Do you require it be changed?"
The innkeeper considered for a moment. "Coins of gold are used in this country if they are the right kind. But our golden coins are different from Equestrian bits. Our coins are a different size, and the gold is more pure - in Equestria, they must make many more coins with the same quantity of gold, and they add other metals to it." She shook her head. "If you have bits, you must give them to a money-changer. I can tell you where one is near here, if it is necessary."
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