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  1. @, Vincent sighed. It was preety clear to him that he and the mare called Fire Sharp probrably wouldn`t be getting along very well. He noticed the frightened mare being added to the meeting, narrowing his eyes. What the hell! Whatever this job was, a pony that was clearly suffering from some sort of psychosis certaintly would be a hinderance, and even more importantly, it could end with the mare getting hurt... Vincent`s eyes scanned around the room whilist the folders were passed out, wondering where the pony he`d heard early was. He`d heard it scurry off once he let go, and still wondered whether they were friend or foe. His thought was inturrupted as the folder was placed before him, oppening it with a talon and looking it over. The mare of time... the title was a familar one. He`d read all about her, both through military reports (mostly as huge speculation) and tabloids. No one could confirm if she exist, but... hell, with all the crazy things in the world, who knew what could and couldn`t? Something that caught his eyes more than the title, was the location mentioned. Foal mountain... he`d flown around that area several times in his life, in fact, he`d passed over it during his flight to this very meeting, but he`d never noticed anything there... still... he did always unconciously keep his distance from it.. "so...." he said, placing the folder down, listening to the others speaking. The mare that had helped him before was related to some sort of.. chaos mage? Interesting... "Are we suppose to bring you her head on a silver platter? I mean..." he gestured to the folder "These crimes undoubtably are worthy of a death sentence in the Griffin Kingdoms. Or will you ponies use your 'power of friendship and love' to convert her?" he said the last part sarcastically, but in truth, inside he was all bussiness, already wondering: How do you take down someone who can change history?
  2. @, "Y-yessir!" Walker said, trying to take a moment to salute at the order before being given another, checking his equipment. He cursed as he realized he`d lost a few of his spare mags when he`d jumped into the water. He heard the order and nodded, taking position as he covered the Stallion moving up, along with those with him, taking pot-shots at the bunkers at the sea-wall. He doubted he`d hit a target, but he didn`t need to: he just needed to keep thier heads down. Next, he was moving up, rushing up the beach desperately on his hooves, trying hard not to slip, or trip on his own hooves. He saw the SGT reach cover, but get hit in the process. "Buck!" he cried. With the SGT down, the number that would be covering him would be much less. He looked at the mare that had been assiting him covering him with her M1 Grande (Silver Letter) "Come on!" he cried, making a run for it, bullets flying all around him, one grazing his leg, and although it stung and burned, he ignored it and made it to the next piece of cover... seeing the slumped body of a medic over the SGT "Shit! hang on..." he said, moving the medic off of the Stallion. "Hold on... hold on..." he said, applying pressure to the wound, calling out for a medic, but if there were any nearby, they couldn`t hear him over the gun fire. A corporal near them came over, and took a breath. Hang on... get some gauze from the medic... this is gonna be bloody... The corporal unicorn took a breath to steady himself, and used his telekinsis... on the bullet lodged in the sergeant`s side, ripping it out. Walker quickly grabbed the gauze from the fallen medic, attempting to use it to stop the bleeding. "do... do you want something for the pain?" he asked, unsure if the SGT would want to keep a clear head.
  3. Walker was in the second wave landing crafts, taking a few deep breaths. He was almost compulsively checking his weapon, wanting it to look perfect, make sure everything was working. He held his M1 carbine in shaking hooves as he took deep breaths. Using a weapon like this was... awkward for an earth pony. Some prefered to use thier tounges to pull the trigger, holding it in thier mouths. Walker was more than a little jealous of unicorns, whom could use thier horns an magic to pull the trigger. Walker tapped his helmet with a hoof, making sure it wasn`t too loose. You can do this. You trained. You`re ready. He tried to convince himself it was true... he wasn`t certain. Even from here, he could hear the gunhots going on the beach... screams of those who were hit, cries of ponies as they bled... he shuddered, trying to block it out. 30 seconds! Get ready! he heard his CO calling out, just barely above the rocking water and the gunshots. Already, bullets were flying at the landing craft... when those doors oppened... he could see them begining to open, saw the fire already upon it... an made a snap decision: He threw himself over the side of the boat, landing in the water... a good decision... a majority of those that had been in the landing craft were cut to ribbions in moments. He swam towards the beach, soaked, and heard bullets flying in all directions cover was the only thing that rang through his mind as he began running up the beach, throwing himself behind a german hedgehog. A SGT. good, someone to listen to. "Sir! The fuck are we gonna do!?" he cried desperately. Bullets were flying in all directions, slamming into thier cover... if there was a moment to feel pinned, it was now. @, @,
  4. @, @@Pripyat Pony, @@Mint Drop, Vincent heard the mare ordering him to back off, turning his head to glare at her. He was simply attempting to help, and so far, he`d done a decent job. If the mare in charge was too dense to see that, he wasn`t quite so sure he wanted to be involved. "Oh, please, allow me to apologize mame, for helping her calm herself from a panic attack. Oh, and allow me to apologize for Ms. Glory here, for healing her leg. You`re right, we should have stayed in our seats with our thumbs up our asses." He half said, half growled. He turned back towards the mare on the floor and gave a light nod in her direction. "I`m afraid I have to go... please, attempt to calm down. Use the bag if you have need: don`t worry about returning it. If you require the mantra again, I would be happy to resume it." he said, having switched back to the same flat, calm voice he had used with her before. He turned and returned to his seat, sitting down and glanceing at the mare whom had been in the corner, hoping she`d calmed down signifigantly. He also looked over at the mare that had helped him, Glory, if he recalled correctly, and gave her a thankful smile, having truly appreciated her help. Still, as annoyed as Vincent was by the mare that appeared in charge`s attitude, he was happy to know he`d finally figure out why he was called.
  5. Vincent Stormwalker landed in front of his home, walking inside and sighing, tossing aside his satchel. The Griffon took a seat on a nearby chair, after grabbing himself a drink. Time for a rest. Vincent Stormwalker was a resident of the Griffon Kingdom, an ex-solider in fact. Offically, he`d never taken part in any battles, but... well, the Griffon Kingdom had it`s secrets. Vincent was now a simple delivery courier, delivering packages of varying importance. Griffons were well known for taking any delivery job that required the crossing of the ocean, or any other long trip. They had much more endurance than the average Pegisi, and because they could afford to avoid resting, when they did do deliveries over land, they can keep flying longer and avoid resting in dangerous areas, like the Everfree Forest. Vincent had made deliveries from everywhere, Saddle Arabia, Equestria, you name it. Vincent was smaller than the average Griffion, but he still stood a head taller than most Stallions. Even as a courier, work was dangerous. A long scar across his left eye was a reminder of that. He`d been forced to rest after flying nearly all night, due to his own carelessness, and ended up picking a fight with a Manticore.... Of course, Vincent`s rest was to be short lived, as within the next few days he got multiple request for deliveries. He flipped through them, trying to choose which one`s interesting him. He finally decided on three: One was to the city of Manehatten, the other to Ponyville, and finally, Canterlot. He could get all three done, and it would only take a couple of days. So, once he`d packed, he`d taken off. He`d finally arrived on the outskirts of Ponyville, grumbleing to himself as he realized he`d made an error: he`d chosen to take the scenic route, which had delayed him far more than he`d had planned, and now it was far to late for him to make the trip to Canterlot. He supposed he`d have to stay in the village of Ponyville.... He landed infront of the address where the delivery was meant for, a large tree that was converted into a library/house, and oppened up his satchel, pulling out the package. Best he could tell, it was some sort of book, likely a very large one, and set it on the door step, begining to walk towards where he knew there was a place to rent a room.
  6. @@Mint Drop, Vincent saw the pegacorn come over, glanceing at her for a moment. She seemed to be trying to comfort the mare about having a Girffin running up to her all of a sudden. He gave a brief, appreicative smile before turning his attention to the mare on the floor. He heard the mare next to him speaking, mentioning her name, and Vincent simply nodded. There`d be time for pleasantries when there wasn`t a mare hyperventilating on the floor. For a moment, Vincent thought he heard something flying overhead, and then thought he heard the near-inaudible sound of something landing next to the mare on the ground.. She watched the Pegacorn cast a spell, and whilist the scars faded slightly, and the Mare`s leg seemed to... pop back into place, Vincent moved his tail around, using it to reach into his satchel and pull out a brown paper bag. He`d used it during his first day of flight for lunch, though the smell shouldn`t have still lingered. He used his tail to hand it to the Mare on the floor, so he could still keep his distance. "Here. Use this if you need to." he suggested, placing it in front of her. Afterwards, he deliberately moved his tail to the side, where he`d heard the sound before, raising a brow as he felt it brush against something, wraping his tail around whatever it was a moment, feeling it try and move away. It had felt like a hoof, but he couldn`t have been sure... curious... whom could be there? An assassin? Another invitee? He cast the thought aside for a moment, looking back towards the mare, continueing his mantra. He unwrapped his tail from the hidden pony(?), curious how even his eyes couldn`t see this pony(?). Now that he had a moment to think, he glanced at the mare named Glory "Vincent Stormwalker.", taking just a moment to introduce himself. Pleasantries could wait. He returned the the mare on the floor before speaking "What is your name?" he said before resumeing the manta again, trying to do what he could... perhaps a distraction would assist with dealing with the panic attack.
  7. @@Mint Drop, Vincent heard the door oppening, and glanced to see who the new comer would be, surprised to see a Pegacorn. Extremely rare, they were. Vincent had met one in the past, though considering all the places he had been that wasn`t too surprseing. He noticed the mare looking at him, but unlike most ponies, she didn`t look at him in surprise, or fear, or disgust. He had been about to turn his attention back to the assassin, when he heard the door opening again, but was surprised to find he didn`t see anything. The door remained open far too long to have just oppened from a passing breeze, and raised a brow. Someone using some sort of invisibilty spell? He was considering getting up and checking around... when suddenly yet another newcomer barged in. He blinked, in the moment between the mare noticeing all the others and running into the corner, he tried to get a good look at her. Pegisi. Brown mane, orange coat, various cuts and scars along her body, similar to the ones he had. Old. Faded. Somehow that made it look worse. But still there. Vincent`s scars were much fewer in number, however... He also noticed her leg was bent oddly. He`s stood up, on instinct, almost the moment the mare had ran into the room, blinking as he watched her dash for the corner. Somehow, he doubted she was one of the ones invited.... he slowly walked over towards the corner she was in, staying a fair few feet away, for a few reasons. The girl was obviously suffering a panic attack, and a big griffin getting right up in her face wouldn`t help anyone, and if she was dangerous... well, he liked to think he`d be fine if she attacked him, but better safe than sorry. He`d seen people having panic attacks before, although the Griffons would tan his hide if he told anyone... or they would if they were still alive. "What`s wrong?" he asked, his voice slow, curious, and with a touch of concern. He tried to lower himself a little, so that he wasn`t towering over the mare anymore, although he couldn`t get down on her level without it looking like he was about to pounce. "I know it`s difficult, but take deep breaths and try to relax. Breath, relax. Breathe, relax..." he said all this in the same tone as before, beginning to quietly repeat the final two words over and over, like a mantra. He`d learned a trick a long time ago, that for some, simple repition could assist, the repetition being comforting. (basing this off of personal experiance. My brother has suffered panic attacks in the past and has always described it as comforting when something is simply repeated like that. I don`t know how well this transfers to other people and other panic attacks.)
  8. @The Shadow Alicorn "Griffion Dignitary. Was killed during a trip to Saddle Arabia. Was taken down less than an hour after he`d left the Griffon Kingdom." he blinked in surprise as he was told that the Griffon Kingdom themselves had hired the killing. He knew better than most some shady things the Griffon Kingdom had done in the past, but... he supposed it was possible they`d had him killed in hopes of starting a diplomatic incident with Equestria, get some 'compensation' for a crime they themselves had commited. Or maybe they were just killing two birds with one stone. "You were in a few papers for awhile, preety much every paper had a column about your note and everything. Don`t remember what the letter said, but...." He paused a moment, looking at the assassin curiously "You`re surpriseingly open about this. I doubt they want you spreading around that they hired you...." as the Stallion wondered aloud why he was here, Vincent just smirked "That`s what i`m wondering.... seems they`re waiting for the rest. Nothing to do but sit around with our thumbs up our asses... or, hooves in your case." He said with a small smile. The assassin made him uneasy, but for all he knew, he was going to be asked to work with the guy, no need to piss him off. "Vincent Stormwalker." he said, introduceing himself. Seemed only right, since he knew the stallion`s name... or alias, atleast.
  9. Vincent was, once again, surprised to discover that the letter had in fact been meant for him. Even more surpriseing was the mares politeness, causing Vincent to realize he himself had been rather rude. He couldn`t blame it on the long flight: he loved flying, and the longer the trip the better. He supposed it was the snooty noble of Canterlot that had rubbed him the wrong way... he thought he`d heard one mumble something about a 'mis-matched freak.' Regardless, that didn`t make it right for him to give this mare crap. He noticed that she said 'the military'... so she wasn`t part of the military, atleast directly. Interesting. He supposed that explained why he`d been invited in the first place. He thought about apologizeing for his rudeness, but decided that it would be better just to improve in later conversations. "Alright. I`ll do that, thanks." He said, moving over to a nearby chair that seemed marginably taller than most others. He laced the harness of his satchel on the headboard(?) of the chair, leaning back to relax in it. He considered whether or not to pull out a lunch... but decided against it. Being half Eagle and half lion, Griffons were most carnivorous, something most ponies didn`t approve of. During the early years, when Griffins first found equestria (already inhabited by the three kingdoms), that had been the first sign of bad blood... when the Griffon ambassador spotted a passing dear, tackled it and ripped it`s throat out. And then proceeded to offer some to the ponies. Not the best first impression. Luckily, since those thousands of years before, a synthetic meat had been made, and although many Griffins flat out refused to eat 'false meat', Vincent didn`t really mind. Spending so much time in nations that frowned upon eating meat, he usually was only able to get the synthetic stuff anyway. Ponies couldn`t eat it, being herbivores. Might as well enjoy it. He still decided not to pull it out though because... well, something told him that pulling out a slab of meat into a meeting of presumably a bunch of ponies, even fake meat, might get awkward. He noticed the other pony sitting in the room, a Pegasus, and gave a curt nod in his direction. Pegisi and Griffions got along marginably better than most of the pony races, even early on. It was then that the Griffon noticed a shape in the corner of the room, apparantly attempting to hide in the shadows. Sadly for him, aside from simply having all and all better sight, were fine tuned as hunters. The mix of being an Eagle made it easy to spot 'prey' from afar, and the fact he was part lion gave him aspects of the feline eye as well. He briefly wondered whether this was an assassin, or perhaps another invitee who had simply taken to hiding. His question was mostly awnsered when the colt stepped from the shadows, being quick to brag about how easyily he`d avoided detection, causeing Vincent to roll his eyes. He heard the colts name, which caused a memory to tug around in his head. Zycrin... Zycrin... when the colt sat down, he looked over to him. "I think I heard of you... did you kill that Dignitary a few years back?" he asked curiously, remembering hearing about it. There had been accusations flying everywhere, mostly at Equestria by the Griffion Kingdom, that they had hired the assassin. While Vincent hadn`t followed the case closely, it would appear the accusations were far from true if Equestria had a bounty out for the unicorn themselves.
  10. ~The Previous Friday~ http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/178/2/7/girffin_air_fleet_captain_by_dalagar-d553k70.png Vincent Stormwalker landed in front of his home, walking inside and sighing, tossing aside his satchel. The Griffon took a seat on a nearby chair, after grabbing himself a drink. Time for a rest. Vincent Stormwalker was a resident of the Griffon Kingdom, an ex-solider in fact. Offically, he`d never taken part in any battles, but... well, the Griffon Kingdom had it`s secrets. Vincent was now a simple delivery courier, delivering packages of varying importance. Griffons were well known for taking any delivery job that required the crossing of the ocean, or any other long trip. They had much more endurance than the average Pegisi, and because they could afford to avoid resting, when they did do deliveries over land, they can keep flying longer and avoid resting in dangerous areas, like the Everfree Forest. Vincent had made deliveries from everywhere, Saddle Arabia, Equestria, you name it. Vincent was smaller than the average Griffion, but he still stood a head taller than most Stallions. Even as a courier, work was dangerous. A long scar across his left eye was a reminder of that. He`d been forced to rest after flying nearly all night, due to his own carelessness, and ended up picking a fight with a Manticore.... Vincent was finishing his drink when he heard the rattle of the mail-slot oppening, reminding himself that, after such long trips, mail tended to build up. He got onto his talon and paws, walking over to the small stack and picking it up with a talon, returning to the table to look through them. There was nothing out of the ordinary... bills... spam mail... request for deliveries (he read through them, all within a few hundred miles. No interest to him.) a letter for the Equestrian Military... wait, what? Vincent used a talon as a letter opener, reading through the letter. He read it again to make sure he`d read it right. The equestrian military had gotten permission to discuss something with him, and the Prinesses stated is as above anything in his secedule. He quickly checked the address again, wondering if it had been misdelivered and was meant for some pony. But nope, there was his name, clear as day. He sat there a moment, thinking to himself, rereading the final line of the letter. We protect those who can not. He scoffed at that line. When he`d enlisted, he`d been told he`d be helping to protect people. He`d never helped anyone... Still, his curiousity was peeked. What could be some important the the Equestrian Military was considering asking for help from a Griffon? Blood had always been bad between Equestrians and Griffons, which was one reason so few Griffons were seen in Equestria. But still, the idea of serveing a military again didn`t exactly appeal to him. He threw the letter in a bin, and left it alone. What do they want? his mind cried, even as he tried to distract himself What`s so important? Is is safe? How much should I pack? "You shouldn`t pack anything. You`re not going." he mumbled, chastising himself. As much as he tried to stomp it down, however, he couldn`t get rid of his curiousity... even hours later, as he laid in bed. Finally, he let out a roar of rage at his own idiocy, decideing to go. The trip was preety long, and if he took the scenic route, he atleast knew some great sites along the way... ~The day of the Meeting~ Vincent was still kicking himself, even as he landed in Canterlot. He noticed the stares and whispers from a few of the hoity toity ponies, scoffing at them. You`d think they`d never seen a griffon before. Oh wait, they probably hadn`t. Wusses... you`d never see a Griffon dressed up, acting all posh... He arrived at the military base, surprised to find he was let in once he showed the letter. He half suspected it to be some sort of prank. He strolled around until he found Conference room 6, about to enter without knocking before sighing, knocking and then coming in. He noticed a pony in Military Uniform, walking in abit more stiffly than he normally would have. "So." she set the letter down on the table nearest to the mare "I don`t suppose you`re just gonna tell me I flew two days to find out this letter was meant for somebody else." He said, half sarcastically, still assuming it being sent to a Griffon was an error. (made him a Griffon. If that`s a problem, i`ll change it. )