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Moonlight Fire

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  1. Whiplash snorted in disgust at the Overseer's statement. "I don't see it that way. The more guns, the more fucking merrier!" she smirked, getting up from the floor. The mare shook one of the boxes, tear it open. "....argh!" Whiplash unholstered her gun, aiming it at the box. "It won't open," she growled, squinting an eye. "You don't really care what's in here, right? Just a bunch of tech stuff?" Whip called over her shoulder.
  2. Finally my bday today!

    1. Delernil

      Delernil

      Happy birthday!

    2. RAGESTAR

      RAGESTAR

      HOLY CRAP! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

    3. Trevor Bright

      Trevor Bright

      Happy Birthday! Kinda late...buuuuuut...Hope it was a good one anyways!

  3. "Got it," Whiplash called, hoisting the heavy boxes on her shoulders. She set the stuff down with a thump, and nonchalantly took a seat on one of them. "So what does this equipment do? Shoot stuff? Blow anything up?" The Mare grinned in anticipation, rocking back slightly, causing the box to topple over along with the Pegasus. She grunted in annoyance. "Stupid..."
  4. ((Hahahaha)) Whiplash rolled her eyes in irritation, mimicking the stallion's voice. "And would you like anything else, your highness?" The Pegasus snorted and began walking out of the base. "Like I said, I had a feeling you would start to annoy me!" Whiplash called over her shoulder, stepping quietly out of the church to see the delivery man. The mare swiftly took the packages, hastily shouting a "Thanks!" at the truck driver.
  5. Whiplash let out a groan. "As any pony might've guessed, technical stuff like that isn't my thing. But I've got nothing better to do than sit on my ass playing with a gun, so I guess I'll help." The Mare sighed and placed the gun in its holster before getting up, glancing at the Overseer. "Just tell me what to do," she grunted, stretching her wings.
  6. "Ah, too bad that didn't work out very well," Whiplash grunted, squinting one eye at the wall, focusing easily on a small speck of dirt. "The only time I can actually focus," the Pegasus muttered, and before she knew what she was doing, cleanly shot the bullet through the speck. Whiplash blinked, setting her gun down. "Whoops. Better add that bullet hole to the growing list of badly needed repairs," she said, yawning slightly before casting a glance at Topaz. "When exactly is the boss getting back?
  7. Whiplash watched Thunder's trap spring in to action, jumping to her hooves in anticipation. The Pegasus dissappintedly sat back down when she saw Starshine wasn't in the trap. As she heard the mare's cries from outside, she rolled her eyes, unsympathetic. "Did she actually think we would welcome her back inside?" Whiplash snorted, playing with her gun. "This is getting boring just sitting here. If only we could just go hunt her down," the Mare muttered, aiming her gun at a wall, resisting from pulling the trigger.
  8. Whiplash snorted at the young stallion's odd humor. "Huh, I like you already kid. A bit mysterious though. It'll probably annoy me soon," the Pegasus smirked, yawning slightly. The mare had little patience and a even smaller attention span, and was already growing bored.
  9. ((Lol I was talking to the "Overseer" guy,)) Whiplash sighed and nodded at Moonlight. Filler filler fillleeeeeeerrrrrrrzzzzzzzz filler filler filler fillerrr this has been filled now hopefully filleeeeerrrrrr filler filler filler filler filler filler filler
  10. Whiplash groaned. "He better hurry. I can't just..sit here, being unuseful," the Mare grunted, pacing once again. She sighed, placing her gun back in its holster and sitting down beside the overseer. "Once again, I didn't catch your name. I'm Whiplash," the Pegasus smiled slightly and held her hoof out. She might as well meet some ponies while she waited.
  11. Whiplash swallowed her anger as she pulled her gun from her holster. "I knew it," she muttered, flaring her wings before glancing at the overseerer. "Yo, I'm coming with you..uh..I can't say I remember your name. But I'm getting that bitch back for giving me such a wicked head ache," the mare grumbled.
  12. Whiplash got up from where she was sitting, a growl rising in her throat. "Thunder, this is the second time I've wanted to rip your throat out today, and sometimes second times are the charm. What makes you think she's just going to switch to being a Saint?" the mare snarled, peering out the window. "She's definitely still a Vice, and you just let her in to our headquarters." Whiplash bit her tongue, struggling to contain her anger.
  13. (I'm not near you, and I already got you off of Thunder.)) Whiplash scoffed slightly at the wounded mare. "Oh cut the crap. I think it's obvious you're from another gang. Which isn't too good, considering you're in OUR headquarters," the Pegasus growled, irritated. "Keep your guns on her," she warned the gang members holding weapons.
  14. Whiplash rolled her eyes, taking her hoof off of Star. "Nice of you guys to finally show up. Too bad you didn't come sooner," the Pegasus snorted, rubbing her severely bleeding head. "Thunder apparently found her, and it seems that she's a Vice," Whiplash narrowed her eyes, not letting her gaze stray from the hostage mare.
  15. This time, Whiplash was ready, and swiftly moved her hooves to her face, averting some of the damage to her head. She winced, before shoving the mare off of Thunder and laying a firm and heavy hoof on her side. "I really recommend you don't do that again, sweetheart. My head's starting to hurt, and I really hate headaches," the Pegasus growled, helping Thunder up while keeping a hoof on the injured mare.
  16. Whiplash groaned and stumbled on to her hooves, rubbing her aching head. "Yeah, yeah, thanks," the Pegasus muttered, before turning back to the mare. The small piece of sympathy Whip had for the hostage was considerably smaller, and she glared at the mare. "What should we do with her phone?" The Pegasus picked up the fallen device.
  17. Whiplash yelped as the mare kicked her, and before having time to retaliate, slamming her head on the car. The mare gritted her teeth as she fell on the floor, seeing stars. Her head ached, but she couldn't move herself, and she began to slightly black out. Damn it! Whiplash cursed silently as she closed her eyes.
  18. Whiplash rolled her eyes, still irritated. "At least you know where your car is," she muttered, listening to the mare's heartbeat. Yes, there was a heartbeat...but there was also a ringing. Whiplash moved aside the mare's mane, finding a small cellphone behind her ear. "Well, looks like she has friends," the Pegasus said, unclipping the phone.
  19. "Idiot!" Whiplash shouted, shoving the stallion to the ground, hard. "How do you think we get information out of her when you kill her?" she hissed, leaning over him fiercely. The mare was completely unafraid to pick a fight with the Pegasus. Whip took a breath and stepped towards the mare, trying to hear her heartbeat.
  20. Whiplash observed the obviously injured mare the stallion took out, and rolled her eyes. "I agree, we should definitely squeeze some information out of her, but if she keeps moving around she's gonna pass out. And we can't exactly get information that way," she growled impatiently, examining the mare's wounds.
  21. Whiplash shook her head and began to make her way back to the hide out. "Shit...where's my damn car?" the Pegasus fumed, unhappily flying rapidly to the Saints hide out. Whiplash gracefully touched the ground and entered the skirted hide-out, striding in with irritation. "Hey To-" the mare stopped short as she caught sight of the stallion from before. "So you're on our side, huh?" she said, tilting her head.
  22. Curious, Whiplash walked silently toward the suburban area, peering around a few buildings. She narrowed her eyes. Two of them were definitely gang members, but she wasn't able to tell if they were Saints or Vices. There was another pony pointing his gun, and judging by his appearance, he easily could have been a pimp. The mare watched as two of them left, and quietly watched the car move down the street.
  23. Whiplash swiftly put her gun inside her holster as she walked through the crowded streets, narrowing her eyes in case she happend to stumble across a Vice. "Where did I park my car?" the Pegasus cursed under her breath, twitching her ear as she heard commotion coming from the dock.
  24. Whiplash trotted into the crumbling shelter and grabbed her little pouch, shouldering it under her wings before walking towards Lewis. "Hey, Lewis, again, thanks for healing my wing. I wouldn't be much help to anybody if I couldn't fly. That's pretty much all I'm good for," the Pegasus smiled, eyeing the stallion's cider. "Ah, I'm just gonna pretend that you're allowed to drink that," she chuckled.
  25. Whiplash managed to open her eyes and focus on David's light, the pain almost making her eyes blurry. The Pegasus gradually began to get drowsy, the pain fading away. As Lewis finally finished, Whiplash let out a sigh of relief, thankful for the pain to be completely gone. The mare examined her newly healed wing before fluttering up, the injured wing good as new. Touching back to the ground, Whiplash gave a nod to the two stallions. "Thanks guys. My wing's great, good as new," she grinned, ruffling her feathers.
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