Justin ZW

(OoC: Oh my god. I seriously can't take this romance crap anymore. Your characters met a total of... what? Two or three days ago in RP time? And now you're talking about getting married? My god, this reminds me of high school.) Swordpoint weighed their options. Our supplies are running low... But we are close to our goal... He walked forward. "We should continue. Our supplies can last us if we ration them carefully. However, everyone must be willing to sacrifice comfort for the sake of the mission. I am capable of doing so. The question which remains is whether or not the rest of you can."

@, @, @@repsol rave (OoC: Sorry for the delay. I've been busy with my job, working on Zelda Wiki, and doing work for a super secret development project for a partner site of ZW. Time is not on my side lol) The Doctor smiled again. "Not at all. Come on, then! We have work to do!" He waved Crimson and Swordpoint over. Swordpoint grumbled as he made his way down to the Doctor. He saw Fire Sharp with them and gave her a small smile. "It is good to see that you are well, Fire. I trust they have not harmed you?" The doctor waved his hand. "Of course they didn't. They wanted her alive because they wanted to see me. I must say, this is quite the elaborate plan going on, here. But we'll see if I'm right soon enough."

I don't agree that this forum is overmoderated, but I also don't agree with this "The moderators here are the best and most organized ever." Sad though it may be, it looks like complete ass kissing to me. Yes, I get it. No one's perfect. That's fine. But I've seen better in terms of mod teams. Sadly enough, one example which comes to mind is a site which I now detest (not due to the actions of the staff, but rather the actions of the owner). Yes, this site is a little more heavily moderated than other forums I've been to, but not to the point where it gets stupid. I disagree with the character limits, but at the same time, I'm perfectly capable of coming up with enough content to meet and exceed those limits. To put it simply, you agree to the terms and conditions when signing up. If you don't like them, then go find a different forum. That's what I do when I find myself saying "Dude, wtf is this crap?"

@ The Doctor shook his head. "No... these machines are far more advanced. They use technology capable of altering the density of matter to generate areas of incredible mass. That creates the false gravity." He clicked a button on his screwdriver and pointed it at the machines. There was a loud crackle and a spark of electricity as they shorted out, causing Crimson and Swordpoint to fall back to the floor of the control room. Swordpoint hit the ground with a thump. "Nng... Curse you, Doctor..." he muttered. The Doctor smiled again and stepped into the room. "Come on, then! We've got work to do!"

@, @, @@repsol rave The Doctor reflected on the Master. The real Master. His childhood friend. He wished nothing more than to see him healed of his madness, but it was too late now. "... I tried. I really did. But there's no hope anymore." He walked down the hall in the direction of the signal he had picked up from his locator. He opened the door to find the machines running. He could see Swordpoint and Crimson inside the control room... on the ceiling. He cocked an eyebrow and produced his screwdriver, which he then used to scan the machines. "Basic gravity field generation... and that's about it. That's all these machines do. Which just furthers my theory..." Swordpoint noticed the Doctor, Fire, and Repsol entering the room. He waved to them wildly. "I do not suppose that you could help us?!"

I already have something like that. It's called text messages. *insert annoying smirk* Seriously, I don't see the point of messaging services on phones. It's a phone. Just give the person your number and text.

Brutal honesty, away! The eyes look strange, and the hair design is a bit off. The hat also appears to be sitting too far back on her head. In addition, her neck appears far too long. Other than that, it's well done. 6/10

@@Pripyat Pony Swordpoint shook his head. "No, Golden Age. We are far from the Everfree Forest." Just then, the green pegasus landed before him with the scroll. Swordpoint glanced at the pegasus curiously. "From Zecora?" He took the scroll and read it quietly. When he had finished, a grave expression crossed his face. "... That cannot be... But that was so very long ago... Even before I came to Equestria." He turned to Goldie with a solemn gaze. "We must move. She can be saved. I am certain of this." He nodded toward the north. "Send the word. We move in twenty minutes."

@, @ (OoC: I'll have Radio appear for Swordpoint. He regrets that he wasn't the one to enter the nexus and sacrifice himself. Radio's spirit could play off of that. I'll let you speak for your own OC, Lunar Dusk.) Swordpoint raced to Crimson's side when a spirit appeared from the bowl. It materialized into the form of Radio. Swordpoint gasped and stared in awe at the spirit. "R-Radio? Is it truly you?"

Swordpoint shook his head. He didn't like Golden Age's attitude. He couldn't deny that Goldie was a fine soldier, but he certainly didn't enjoy seeing such a fondness for war. While he was a great warrior, he still preferred nonviolent solutions over bloodshed. @@Pripyat Pony, @@Concord Discord As Sanura approached, Swordpoint warily eyed the pony she had brought with her. He listened to her explanation and frowned. "Are you truly prepared to fight? This is war, and war is hell. Do you truly wish to participate in this bloodshed?"

@,@ The Doctor shrugged. "You'd think so. But you see, my people have a custom. At the age of eight years old, we're taken to stare into the time vortex. The raw essence of time itself." He looked up, recalling some old memory. "Some are inspired to do great things. Others go completely mad. And the rest run away. The Master went mad when he saw it. Me, on the other hand? Well, I ran." There was a ding as the elevator stopped, and the robotic voice called out again. "First floor." The doors slid open, and the Doctor stepped out and took out his locator again, which he pointed around in various directions. Swordpoint eyed the control panel curiously. He came to the conclusion that he would have to start the machines to truly discover their intent. He stepped forward quickly and pressed a green button. At once, the machines sprang to life, making a loud whirring sound. Swordpoint and Crimson suddenly found their world turning upside down, and they both fell to the ceiling with a crash. Swordpoint shook his head, trying to fight off the disorientation. When he opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. He was sitting on the ceiling of the room.

@, Swordpoint glanced down at the deck, noticing the strange bowl of water. "Crimson... What is that?" He pointed to the strange bowl, eyeing it cautiously. Rainbow raised an eyebrow and flew down to it. "It's just a bowl of water... Are we supposed to be scared of it?" She reached her hoof toward it. Swordpoint's eyes narrowed, and he teleported beside her and knocked her hoof away quickly. "No! It could be another of Umbra's tricks! Keep your distance!" He pulled her away. "Everyone! Prepare yourselves! I know not what this holds, but I am certain it cannot be a boon. Can you tell us anything, Crimson?" He eyed his brother hopefully.

"And that," Swordpoint replied with a firm glance, "is why I am your commander. You are too eager, Golden Age. Combat is not about glory. It is a true test of wit and strategy." He stared into the distant woods, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I respect your skill and devotion to your cause, but you have yet to learn the greatest lesson of warfare. Not every battle is won by galloping into the fray with arms drawn."

@ The Doctor's smirk widened. That's it. There's no doubt in my mind, anymore. "Let's find Swordpoint and Crimson before we go meet 'The Master,'" he said wryly. He led them back to the elevator and used his sonic screwdriver to take them to the first floor again. How did I not see this sooner? It should've been more than obvious! Maybe I really am getting old...

@ The Doctor paused. "He said what, now?" He thought to himself for a moment before it clicked. Everything was out of place. The Master's sudden appearance, the fake Daleks, the strange technology... everything was finally making sense. "Why couldn't I have seen this before?" He wheeled around, facing Fire. "Did he tell you his plans? Mention anything about his intentions here?" There was a fire in the Doctor's eyes. He was onto something.

@@repsol rave,@, The Doctor only smirked. "Oh, no. I don't think we have much to worry about from him. In fact..." He cocked an eyebrow at his friends. "Why don't we pay him a little visit?" He had that look in his eye... the look saying that he knew far more than he was letting on. But of course, he would never tell. He liked to keep things to himself until it was absolutely necessary. @ Swordpoint sighed. "Well... what are we to do now? I cannot deduce anything regarding these machines. I cannot even infer their function."

@@Avolon Swordpoint shook his head. "No. I do not wish to risk alerting anyone of our presence. We will spread the word by mouth." He then glanced at Golden Age. "And Golden Age... that means that your musicians should stay quiet, as well. We are drawing nearer to the empire, and none of us could possibly know whether or not Cadance's spies are near."