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"Bring me your sick and wounded! ... Trust me, I'm a Doctor."

@@MelancholicMemory, Logan held his tongue until they were within range of Bowen, who subsequently uncrossed his arms and stood normally. Logan gave him a small nod before speaking, "Applejack, this is my cousin, Bowen Connery," and in turning his attention from her to his cousin, he nods, "Bowen, I imagine you already have a good idea of who she is." The teenager gives a quiet chuckle, nodding and holding out a hand to Applejack, "I have a vague idea. I'm a fan of the show, you see." He explains. --- @@Hypn0ticD,@@Dawn Stripes,@@Pripyat Pony, Diliges had been going to respond to Colette's question, but was unable to find words at first. He shut his mouth and furrowed his brow for a second before nodding slowly, "I... Wouldn't have put it that way, personally. But yes, I suppose you could say that I work on the show." There was not much time for explanations or anything of that sort, for not long after he had responded, the girl's attention was grabbed by something else. Rainbow Dash had brought in some fog from outside, molded into a shape to resemble the boy that so obviously felt strongly towards her. The exact meaning of the Pegasus' action was lost on the Changeling, but he didn't dwell on it too long. There was more to catch his attention. Pinkie Pie had given her customary little greeting to a trio of teenage males that had entered, and their reactions caused the captain a great deal of amusement, though he kept any laughter confined.

Moments when I see artists with art such as yours doing requests (even for limited times) rather than commissions makes me happy. But then comes my greatest challenge: figuring out who to request a picture of. Ever draw a Crystal Pony? If not, fancy giving it a shot? Of course, if the Crystal effect is too difficult to replicate with pencil, feel free to just make her look like a normal Earth pony. Up to you. The pony in question is a mare named Dodger Sky, or just Dodger as she prefers. (has nothing to do with the YouTuber of the same name) I do not have a character page for her, or reference pics, unfortunately. And as a note: she is a character I created for a Fallout Equestria roleplay. In terms of Dodger's appearance: She is of the average height and build of Crystal pony mares, if only a little more physically fit, considering she has spent years living in a post apocalyptic environment. Her mane and tail style, if I was to give them reference, would be reminiscent of Lyra's, just the green bit would be a dark blue, and the white bit would be a crimson red. Her coat color is a dark dodger blue - and his the reason she was named Dodger. Of course, as you stated these will not be colored, but that will at least give some reference for shade, I suppose. She does wear a trench coat, and that is partially a strategic maneuver on my part to cover her cutie mark, since I haven't quite thought of what it would be. The coat is leather, and has some armor plating, and is emblazoned with a large '50' - signifying the Stable she was born in. If you do not want to draw the coat, that is fine. Also, considering the universe she lives in, she carries firearms (an assault rifle, traditional sniper rifle and a laser sniper rifle) but those are not necessary to the picture, and can be omitted. As for her position and such, if she could be standing profile left, head bowed slightly with tears in her eyes - which can be open or closed - and with a hoof to her chest would be awesome. Her hoof to her chest would be clutching a pair of dog-tags, which may or may not be seen should the coat be worn. The premise behind this is that her lover had just been killed in a battle, and she found out only after the battle that she bore his child. And of course, this has sent her into an emotional state. With her standing profile left, she would be facing the wind - should she be wearing her trench coat, and thus her mane, what could be seen of her tail, tears and the coat would be blown accordingly. Without the coat, she could still be facing the same way, just now her mark would be revealed. Her cutie mark is that of a octagonal diamond with two outspread wings on either side. Scenery, should you want to add that, could just be some snow flakes being blown by the wind, and just her standing on a snow covered hill/cliff. Further scenery would be the words: "I wasn't dreaming when they told me you were gone..." above her. And below her, "I was wide awake, and feeling that they had to be wrong", with "How could you leave me when you told me you would stay?" following that, just smaller. If the words are to much, feel free to leave them out. These are lyrics taken from 'Red Like Roses Part II', a song from the soundtrack of the webseries 'RWBY'. I felt those lyrics fit Dodger's thoughts upon learning her lover had been killed. --- Anyway, that is the request that I had in mind. If you want to give that a shot, it would be most appreciated. Of course, if you do not want to, that is quite alright, and I can come up with another one, should that be more acceptable.

My majestic feathers* and I are not amused with your antics. *(The longer hair around an equines hooves really are called feathers, in case you were confused by that.)

"You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?"

@@Hypn0ticD,@, Diliges shrugged in response to Colette's question, gesturing lazily with his hands as he spoke, "Well, I wouldn't call myself a 'Brony' by the common definition. I suppose you could say that I've seen the show... I will simply suggest that we simply say that I have connections beyond what most would have." The Changeling was being vague, while dropping what he liked to think were subtle, but easy to catch hints. He was mainly curious to see whether they would figure it out. The Princess had seemed rather unhappy about something that Diliges had not caught. His first assumption was irritation at his actions, considering she knew that he was a Changeling, but there didn't seem to be much of a hostile intent towards him with that action. --- @@MelancholicMemory, Applejack agreed, and off they went, hand in hand. the officer smiled at her last sentence, "'Apple in the tree'," he quoted to himself, "There's a new analogy for the list. But yes, I know exactly what you mean by that. Wonder what else is going to come up on that playlist." He fell silent for a second, glancing out over the masses of people. His eyes caught sight of his cousin, who had just a second before been speaking to Angie - or at least Logan assumed he had been, considering the brunette was stepping away from the table. Bowen's gaze fell over Logan and AJ, and an unconscious smile broke out over the teen's features. Logan caught the meaning behind that, and gently pulled Applejack's hand in that direction, "Speaking of mingling, there's actually somebody I'd like you to meet." --- Artisan groaned. She was never the biggest fan of most music to begin with, and when it was played at such volumes, it greatly irked her. Still, she was here to blend in. And that meant putting up with it, for the time being. And putting up with the other guests here. Of course, this sort of thing was her specialty, but that did not mean that she had to like it at all times. And of course, putting up with the guests meant having to act like you might expect any sort of normal person too. And that meant accepting dances when asked, and other such trivial things. Eventually, she managed to extricate herself from the latest partner. It was a narrow escape, to be sure. Nearly had photographic evidence that she was here. And that would not have gone over well. She managed to find her way back to Composer, who had somehow managed to avoid half of these silly things, at least as far as she knew. Either way, when she found him the man was seated, arms crossed and one foot resting on the other leg's knee, and he was laughing at her irritation. She gave him a forceful punch to the deltoid as she sat, causing him to wince briefly before he continued to chuckle, "Well, what do you expect to happen when you look like that?" he asked. "I except people to think of me as out of their league, and therefore leave me alone." She growled, brushing a section of her hair behind one ear in a frustrated manner. Composer's only response was to give her a cheeky grin, and lean back in his seat a little further, "Onto the point... Find anything useful?" "Aside from the fact that they are all here, minus the Queen, no. You?" "Not as of yet. Though I did catch that at least one of our fellows from the other agencies are here. That, and the rainbow haired one seems to be able to interact with clouds, considering that little statue she brought in." Artisan huffed, "That's to be expected. She was a Pegasus after all. They can interact with clouds, fog and other such things." Artisan responded, glancing over in the direction that her partner had gestured. "Interesting. I would consider that useful knowledge." Composer said, raising an eyebrow at her. "It doesn't effect us. Worst it could do is make us a little damp, that's about the whole of it." "I meant the fact that they carried some of their abilities over. Think of the any others did the same?" That made the woman fall silent for a second in thought. Eventually, she spoke again, "Perhaps. Then again, that is kind of why we're here watching, isn't it?" "Good point," Composer responded. The two agents sat in relative silence for the next couple of minutes, thankfully being left alone. At one point, the dog that belonged to one of the Finders, Logan Kieffer - the one that had put Firefly out of commission a little while back - if Composer's memory served him right, came trotting through the door when someone opened it. The big man cursed, "Well, that's going to be frustrating." "And what might that be?" Artisan asked, taking her attention from the table where the Princess was having a small tantrum. "The cop's dog is here. Mutt probably still has our scent." Composer said. "Then we'll just avoid the hound. Shouldn't be too hard. And besides, the dog's probably experiencing some kind of sensory overload with this mishmash of sound and smell. Not to mention he's pretty cute, considering. He'll be getting lots of attention, I'd say." The woman reasoned, before sighing slightly, "I wonder how Orchestrator and the others are doing on their little endeavor..." --- @,@@Meteorite, (Speaking of them, just give me a shout/mention when you feel might be a good time for them to ruin the moment for David and Chrysalis.)

@, (at a slight loss) After a minute or so, Logan slowed in his motions until he was at a still, stretching slightly, "You getting hungry at all? Or do you want to stick around here for a little while longer?" --- @@Dawn Stripes,@@Hypn0ticD, @, Diliges gave a simple nod, chuckling quietly, "Well, I had been making myself stand, for I had not been invited. Well, until now, that is." And he sat. Not much in the ways of conversation were to be had before the Princess was brought over by the girl named Colette. The Changeling gave them each a nod, responding to Colette's question, "Yes, that would be my name." He quirked a brow at her next question, about his and Clare being Bronies. The Changeling chuckled, "Well, Clare is most definitely a Brony. I suppose you could say I have extensive knowledge about the show and the world it revolves around. Wouldn't necessarily call myself a Brony, however," He turned his gaze to the Princess, "So what's her deal?" (agents and otherwise will come later)

@@Miss Reaper, Saronyx nodded his affirmation to her response, "Very well then. Follow me, I'll take you to the room so you can get cleaned up. Don't feel shy about questions, either." He reminded her, just in case, as he began to make his way towards the inn. After a few seconds of relative silence, save for the sounds of their hooves against the ground, and the typical bird song that pervaded a day in Ponyville, Ariel finally spoke, giving voice to what he assumed would be the first of her questions; were there many other Crystal ponies? Saronyx nodded a couple times, "Many other Crystal Ponies? Yes," He said, slowing in pace so he was once again on a more level proximity - enough so that he was still leading, but able to hold a conversation without having to turn his head from where he was going, "There are quite a lot of us, actually. Most of my kind tend to prefer staying back home, in the Crystal Empire. Haven't quite gotten used to being back in the world, you see." He glanced northward for a few seconds, before going on, "Some, like myself, decided they wanted to see the rest of Equestria, so we ventured out, and are spread out over the land now. Anything else you wanted to know?" He asked, making it clear he was still ready to answer.

@, Logan's stiff solo movements did not last long. Applejack joined him in an actual dance, leading him through it. Traditionally it was the male who led the dances, but frankly, Logan didn't care. He was learning, of course, and this was surprisingly enjoyable. Plus, it seemed to be something that Applejack was enjoying immensely. At one point of the sequence, she transferred her signature hat onto his head instead, and with a little wink, went right back into the swing of things. Logan was a fast learner, and eventually felt comfortable enough to anticipate the movements himself. He got a few wrong, as was to be expected, but did surprisingly well. At some point, the song changed to a much slower paced one. Logan stopped in his movements for a few seconds, trying to place it. He allowed himself a brief second to note that he had actually managed to break a sweat, and in continuing to try and place the music, removed his jacket. The music being played wasn't really his cup of tea, but this one seemed familiar. Then there was the 'glitch' vocals, and that was what caused him to recognize it. Last time the Connery's had been in PA, Bowen, Angie, Sam and Zechariah had teamed up to bombard Logan with the 'songs of their people', as Zed had put it. This one had been among them. Needless to say, Logan laughed to himself at this, balling his jacket up and tossing it as close to an unoccupied corner as he was going to get. --- @@Dawn Stripes,@@Hypn0ticD, Diliges raised an eyebrow slightly. He could see Fluttershy's lips moving, and noticed the slight muscle twitches in her throat as she spoke, but next to nothing she said could be heard by the Changeling; a mix of the incredibly loud music, and the Pegasus' already soft tone. She raised her voice slightly, repeating something that Diliges only just caught. He nodded in response, "Oh yes! Louder than I'd like, personally!" He said. He belatedly realized that the other girl had spoken before he had. Luckily, she had a louder voice than the Pegasus, so he was able to deduce what she had said much easier, "So long as you are enjoying it!" - he wasn't sure why he said that, but shrugged it off to answer her question - "You could say that, though I view myself as a little more of an acquaintance, than an actual friend! ... I only just met her yesterday, you see." The Changeling remained standing, for the time being. --- @, The woman grinned. She felt that she knew Jack well enough to catch that this was not just him saying things, but genuine, "Glad to hear it!" She called back to him. --- It was nicer outside. A lot nicer. The noise within was nearly unbearable to such sensitive ears! Ulysses spent a lot of time around gunfire and other loud noises like that, but those usually only lasted for a few seconds. Plus, he had gotten so used to them in the first place, but this stuff that made the humans start to flail about and made most of them smell happy - mixed with that reeking stench that accompanied the moisture that their skin secreted when they were nervous, or being active. And while he was good at blocking out smells, Ulysses tended to get overwhelmed when there were so many in one place. The emotive scents, that odoriferous liquid humans made, plus all the food they had there - coupled with the music - had given the dog's a sensory overload. He had bolted out of the door first chance he got. Ulysses lay against the cool macadam of the parking lot, basking in the crisp, clean evening air. The smell that the human's mobile, metal carapaces made was bearable, especially when mixed with nature. Ulysses allowed himself a second to be glad that his kind did not produce such a nasty smelling liquid as the humans did. It didn't make much sense to the hound. After all, humans panted after running, or doing something active, just like dogs did, but they also had that liquid. It was a cooling method, just like panting, wasn't it? What made even less sense, was the fact that the humans had even less hair than dogs did! How did they get so overheated that they needed two cooling systems? They were such amusing creatures. He could still hear the music from within, but it was bearable out here. Ulysses' ear twitched when he caught the sound of the things that humans wore on their funny feet against the stone of the parking lot. He raised his head and opened his soft brown eyes to look. One of the humans, with the strangely colored hair, had left. And... she was running up and down the street with her arms out. Ulysses got up and stepped to the edge of the street, sitting and watching her go back and forth. Humans really were curious creatures. (Why do I enjoy writing from a dog's perspective so much?!) --- (I'll come up with something for Bowen and Angelica next post. Feel free to engage either one, if you so please.)

@, Logan as surprised by Applejack's actions for only about a second. He wasn't quite sure why he had expected anything else; he wasn't at this plae alone, and she mentioned liking to dance earlier. He really should have out two and two together. Didn't stop him from making a small, futile attempt at protest, "AJ, I really don't dance.." He said, half heatedly as she encouraged him. He knew such an attempt wouldn't work, "Fine..." He sighs, before waiting a couple seconds to get the beat of the music down, before attempting something. There were only three dances Logan knew, one of which wasn't a dance and two he hadn't learned on his own volition: Square dance, and waltz. Both learned because his sister wouldn't stop pestering him. The other was a rifle dtill, and that was just coordinated, not a dance by any means. --- @, Catherine was slightly overwhelmed by the influx of fans encroaching on Jack. He seemed to be doing alright with this, which prompted we to shout, "Does this happen often for you?!" Her tone was one of slight amusement. --- He could almost hear the sounds from almost a quarter mile away. Pulling through the gate and finding the furthest parking spot he could, Bowen shut his Escort down and pulled the keys. Spinning the keys around two fingers by their lanyard, Bowen makes his way towards the warehouse, one rating quietly to himself, "Well, I suppose this really is a Pinkie Party, isn't it? Certainly loud enough... And pretty packed." He pulls his hand out of the loop and catches the keys on their downward arc, and stuffs them into his pocket. The teenager looks up at the large expanse of warehouse, still moving ahead. It wasn't until he looked back down that Bowen noticed that he almost walked into a woman with surprisingly deep redwood hued hair. Out of habit, Bowen hops to the side, quietly adding the customary, "Pardon me. Sorry about that." And moving on. --- The woman in question had been stopped, listening to something that a person on the other end of her cell was saying, and thus not moving. She was broken from her reverie by Bowen's excuse, and glanced at him long enough to give a smile, sort of a way of silently saying 'it's alright'. After the teen turned away, she shut her phoneX and glanced up at the taller man beside her, motioning to her ear piece as she does, "Kid looks familiar, doesn't he?" She asked. Her companion nodded, switching the device off, "Yeah. Kinda looks a bit like Warlord, doesn't he?" Artisan - for it was she - nodded, "Oh definitely. I think that was his kid brother, Bowen." "Well, shoot. That makes thing awkward and difficult, now doesn't it." Composer growled. "Only a little more than they already had been." The woman says before switching he ear piece back on. As soon as she did, Warlord's tone came through, "You guy's alright down there? Lost coms for a second." "Everything's running fine now, Warlord," Composer says, "Just had a little technical difficulty. It's sorted. You still got eyes on us?" "Roger that, sir. Can see both of you on my GPS. I'm still your little bird in the sky." He chuckles dryly. --- Inside the warehouse, Bowen had managed to snake his way through the throng around the door, and was now making to the least populated section. In doing so, the sight of who he instantly knew was Applejack and Logan dancing - if you could call it that on Logan's part. To say the least, the sight was incredibly amusing. If just for what it was, and the thought behind it. Serious Logan, dancing with a character that this world recognize from a cartoon - where she was normally a pony, but was human here - that he had fallen for, was just immensely amusing. Bowen was always an observant individual - something he liked to attribute to his middle name - and from his place he was able to pick out a few persons of interest. Most specifically, the ponies. He had only ever seen Rainbow Dash in person before now, but the others were unmistakeable. He allowed himself a second to think about the fact that out of the lot, Applejack could probably pass for being the most 'normal' by human standards. And there was the prismatic maned mare on one side of the designated dance floor, in the company of who he recognized as Dennis. In further scanning he could pick out the rest at their various spots. Including Fluttershy, sitting at a table rather than joining the insanity as expected. Before Bowen could come up with a course of action, he found himself being practically pounced on from behind, and a pair of feminine arms being wrapped around his chest and neck, "Hey you!!" Had they 'attacker' not spoken, Bowen may have turned violent. But he knew that voice. Stepping out of the surprise hug, he came face to face - or just about, for she was a couple inches shorter - with one Angelica DuFrein. He cracked a smile, and gave her an actual, proper hug as he spoke, "Good to see you, Angie!" She maintained the friendly hug for a second before stepping away, "It's been a while! I didn't see you the other night, and that depressed me. But here you are! So hey! How've you been?" Bowen bit the inside of his cheek briefly, "I've been doing pretty well, considering. How about you?" Angie ignored the question portion, instead focusing on the 'considering' bit. That, and Bowen's biting his cheek. She had known him long enough to know that was a nervous tic he did when he was uncomfortable. She pulled him over to a table and sat him down, "What happened, Bowen?" He sighed, not bothering to resist her. Instead, Bowen just leaned back in his chair, and gave the simple answer. No use dodging around things, "It's Bass. He died this morning." Angie gasped, one hand moving to cup we mouth. Bowen nodded, reading her mind of her next question, "Yeah. Plane crash." "And...? You seem to be taking it well." She said. Bowen waved a hand, "Logan said the same thing, so you'll get the same answer. Sebastian wasn't really the guy to want people to cry over him. 'Just move on', as he'd probably say. So that's what I'm doing." Angie nodded slowly, before smiling, "Well, just so long as you're holding up, bud." Bowen chuckled, "I'll be fine. Trust me." (Bowen's about 5'8". Angie is 5'6") --- (Just seemed fitting in my mind, for it to be this guy) @@Dawn Stripes,@@Hypn0ticD, Things had gotten very loud, very quickly. Diliges wormed his way out of the conglomeration of humans, and stood off to one side of the floor, shivering slightly. There was a massive influx of emotions encroaching on his senses, and it disoriented his unprepared mind. Upon getting back under control, he glances about at the assembly. Not much sooner had the place been set up, did guests start arriving. It was almost like they had alarms go off in their heads the second the cannon was fired. Diliges found his gaze coming to rest in a eater familiar girl. Voluminous pink hair, shy features, and te particular yellow attire. Undoubtedly Fluttershy. She was sitting with another human that the Changeling did not recognize. Wherever the object of the affection trail emanating from the former Pegasus was, that wasn't them. A thought occurred to the Changeling. It may be mischievous, but at the same time, not really. Striding over to the table where Fluttershy and the other human were seated, Diliges gives a small wave , "Good day, to you both!" He says, raising his voice to be heard above the noise, "Enjoying yourself, so far?" What he was curious about, was this: Would Fluttershy be able to deduce that he was a Changeling?

@,@@Hypn0ticD,@,@,@@Dawn Stripes,@@Pripyat Pony,@@Fireblaze, What unfolded after arriving in the warehouse veritably blew Logan's preconception over physics and logic out of the water, and proceeded to brutally mutilate it like a pack of rabid dogs. Pinkie had produced a gaudy cannon from what might be described as a slip-space pocket, and the device impossibly shot forth what one might expect to find at a party. But it produced enough to coat the massive interior of this warehouse. It was impossible. Illogical. But then again, these were people that came from a world where magic existed. What was to say they didn't bring a little here with them? Most of the crew reacted vocally in some way - one louder cheer undoubtedly being produced by Angelica - and the man that was so obviously the disk jockey for the event began to play some music. Most of the attendees were probably not to be arriving just yet, but made sense to at least make sure everything was working properly. That, and Applejack seemed eager to get things started as well, judging by her reaction. It made Logan smile, to say the least. At these types of events, he was usually dubbed as a 'Mr. Darcy' - after the character from Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice', who tended to stand off during the dances. Logan couldn't say he was exactly a fan of the books, but felt the term fit. Maybe he'd go against that today, maybe not. He'd just have to wait and see. Ulysses seemed to be absorbing the energetic vibe, but curiously went to the window nearest the entrance to look out. Logan had long since stopped trying to figure out what went through a dog's head. --- @@Meteorite,@, "Heads up chief. We got a visual on them." Orchestrator was broken from his close eyed reverie of his inner mind at the sound of Firefly's voice emanating from his ear piece. He sat straight once again, "Fantastic. Where are they?" "The Finder's place. Give me a second, and I'll send you the address." "Very good. I'll be with you shortly." The Scotsman had already been on his way to the inconspicuous blue Ford Ranger he had been using since coming to Miami. He climbed in, started to the engine, and as Firefly began to relay the address, made for it. It was several minutes before he arrived. Orchestrator didn't slow his pace as he passed the home, and continued on down the street a little ways until he was out of sight. Firefly and Siren were waiting for him when he got there, "So what's the course of action, chief? They ain't alone in there." Firefly said. "We wait around for a little while longer," Orchestrator replied, distractedly rubbing the 'Make us whole again' on his arm, "See if their company leaves before we move in. If they don't within a few hours, we'll just have to nab them as well. Remember, no lethal force. We want to do this quietly, and they need to be in good shape." "Why do we need the human again?" Siren asked, crossing her arms across her chest. "Bargaining chip," Orchestrator replied in a matter of fact way, "If we want the dear Queen to cooperate, what better way than to threaten one she cares about?" "But wouldn't that just piss her off even more?" Firefly asked. Orchestrator sighed, "If she starts getting overly violent during... 'Negotiations', then we can shoot her." The large man chuckled in appreciation, "I like the sound of that."

(As good an opportunity as any) @, The walk between the Trottingham born twins, Saronyx and Serenity, continued on in relative, peaceful, silence. They were still a fair distance from the University, but undoubtedly closer. This trek was, however, cut short when they neared an establishment each recognized as a diner. But it wasn't that which had drawn the attention of the twins. Rather, it was the scene in front of it. A stallion, who Seren deduced was one of the more 'jock' type individuals, and most definitely a student at their University. After all, what pony of their ages that was in their right mind be anywhere near a University without attending it? The stallion was arguing with a mare about something, but being on the opposite side of the street, Saron and Seren were unable to hear exactly what. The Unicorn mare turned her attention to her brother, "Well now, wasn't that an interesting little occurrence?" She asked, trying to keep from bursting into laughter when the angered stallion bucked a lamppost, and began to hobble about on three legs. Saronyx groaned. He knew that tone, and that look she had in her eye. She was planning to go sticking her nose somewhere it didn't belong. The stallion said as much, "Sister, don't. Even I can tell without hearing the exact words, that their conversation was of a topic best left to their own private knowledge. You don't need to go putting yourself into other pony's live like that..." He stopped, noticing that his sister was no longer standing beside him. Rather, she was crossing over the street. The Trottingham stallion growled under his breath, and trotted after her. Might as well go along in case she started getting a little too nosy. At least then she'd have someone to pull her back, unlike last time something like this happened. Before Saronyx could reach her, she was already speaking to the Pegasus jock, "Good day to you, sir!" She said, in a chipper tone, "I could not help but notice that you seemed a little miffed after your discussion with that mare, just a minute ago." As she finished this sentence with a smile, Saronyx came to a stop just a few paces behind her, but stayed in silence. He knew it was futile to try and tear Serenity away from this sort of thing. The mare continued, "Any particular reason why you would decide to kick a cast iron pole after that? Must have been a pretty juicy topic to incur such irritation."

(Again, sorry for my delays. NaNoWriMo started up on the 1st, so that's been consuming a lot of my time and creative juices. So if this post seems a little shorter than normal, or in a different quality, there's why) @@Miss Reaper, Saronyx waited patiently while Ariel took in her surroundings. Something about her demeanor earlier, when he had stated she looked normal to him, told Saronyx that there was something he was missing. What that something was, he could not be sure, but he knew it was there. Despite his curiosity, he managed to keep his questions in his head. Ariel finally answered, stating that it was far different than what she was used to, but that she liked it. That it was easier to breathe and the ponies seemed friendly enough. That answer made Saronyx smile, despite the slight faltering on the word 'friendly', "Just what have you gone through, my friend?" he thought. Clearing his throat slightly as a personal means of getting his own mind back on track, Saronyx stepped forward slightly, gesturing to the town, "Right! I figure I've been the one asking all the questions since you got here, so I've decided it's your turn. Ask me anything you want, about Ponyville, the Empire, me, whatever you like! Just ask, and I'll do my best to answer," he subconsciously struck a pose much like he'd seen Crystal Pony tour guides back home do when giving a similar speech to visitors ever since Reemurgance, "I have just two more questions before I'm done. First off, would you like a tour of the town? I can show you the places where to get food, or other things, or just anything, really. My other question is this: Should you accept the offer of a tour, would you want to get cleaned up before then?" He tilts his head slightly, "I'm renting a place here that has a functioning shower you can use, if you'd like. I'll stay outside the room altogether, if that makes you more comfortable."

After many hours of writing, I can now happily say that, not only have I come up with a title for my story, my word count now clocks out at 6,559.

@@NeverNeverland, Holy... All I can say to that, is ouch. There is no way I would be willing, or able, to undertake that. I think I'd go absolutely crazy before I even got halfway through.

"Shhhhh.. No arguments. Only hugs. Hugs will make it all better."