MisterRe

Me too. But yeah its fine.

The Grounds- Path to town Various lights of differing intensity fluctuated the shade inside the wagon. Bright and dark were passerby's in neither permanence nor consistency as the wagon pulled along the forest path. Grumbling could be heard with each minutes pass from the Pegasus who shift was supposed to end hours ago. Even so, this cargo said otherwise. The whole load took a good hour to load unto the carriage and much more effort from the weight. With the lack of curiosity through monotony, he did not question the contents of his delivery. For the most part the orange pegasus knew what contents these shipments held; Tools, wood, metals and general resources for what a mine needed. Although, One of the containers had strange properties he not observed in his normal day job. The container in question had an odd balance, inside was not solidified and the contents were allowed to move freely. Moreover, the cardboard box held a metal chassis underneath, protecting something... something dangerous? Even stranger, the metal chassis wasn't complete. The roof of the package had holes and the complete top of it held no sign of hard steel. Is it something alive? He pondered the contents as he approached The Grounds- Front Porch. He wasn't familiar with the residents and frankly wouldn't care to anyway. The orange Pegasus began to unload near the entrance. --- Corner's took shallow breath's in her sleep as to not be heard. A long time in hiding teaches you these things. She'll wake when needed to wake and the time would be now. The box pony's transport stopped and this is her time to get moving or at least get her bearings. The orange pegasus hastily dropped the packages and her in a rush and made his way out. Corner's waited for Pegasus to move on and moved on herself, looking for the mines. The manor wasn't her first priority but to keep her presence unknown, she opened herself up to movement and hid in any foliage nearby the mansion. "Wait for night. Then head to the mines."

I get a response in later tonight if thats ok with all of you. @Hazard Time @Blitz Boom @Randimaxis

@Randimaxis My idea of getting into this rp is getting shipped in and finding my way inside mines on my own while avoiding detection. Proceed with that?

So how do you guys want me to start? If there is no objection?

"Her home upon her head, upside down her home turns into a bed. She roams the land intent to shed, each location she must find a new, continue on her journey through and through, leave boxes behind to leave a clue. For her belief, inert agreed that one day the squares will give her relief."

She'll run first. But if you corner Corners, and her name is pronounced Corners, not Corner(Sounds better that way), she is going to fight you. Also, her box has a metal lining on the inside, so link is going to have a big problem from an angry mare if struck.

I meant agoraphobic. Claustrophobia is the default when I think about it. My bad in all honesty. Corners won't mind unless you actually take the box from her body. If she's inside, be ready for an angry small mare to fight you over the box. She likes the company of crates though should be deep in the mines when sleeps. Corners knows better to sleep in a publicly used area.

Ask away. Don't mind answering any question that need be.

Her name is Corner's and just that. She's essentially a squatter in the Quarry and often responsible of stealing tools, food and other supplies but strangely enough no gems. The reason she hasn't been caught yet is no pony recently has seen her in true form. Corner's is vanilla cream pony with golden eyes a box for a cutie mark but her whole exterior is covered up by a box. She's agoraphobic and copes with it using a box How she fits is: she could easily spy on backwater employees and family members. If she ever got caught, she has leverage against them. Also could interact with other players if they see her.

Any available space? Or no.

OOC: http://mlpforums.com/topic/126584-activate-protocol-destinymystery-adventure-action/?p=3684734 I woke up again, alone in the ample darkness. No [Redacted] was with me; They left to find the food again. This place of mine was of halls among halls, dim lit in its hellishness. I wasn't starving, I was staving off something more important: The willingness to die. I want out. I want out. I said in my own head. The others were dwindling and I will succumb soon to it as well. They will die in the way to survive; I will die searching for the way to live. As I ascended the levels, I noticed how the insanity died down. The walls had been cleaner and less gritted by the insanity of a thousand hooves (though 50 still stand to do so). The symbols on the walls look fresh er and fresher yet the meaning of these were still unknown. The only account I have on these were the symbols changed as I progressed. When they both were unfamiliar I was exhausted. I knew I was going to die soon but one more ascension I said to myself. Strange. A symbol-less floor. I struggled to ascend to the next to see if it was different. The same symbol popped up as above, so below. I took rest to regain my strength then tried the door leading into the floor. It was stuck. I kicked it in. What i saw was a plethora beyond all imagination. What I did understand was completely vanquished by the sheer shock absorbed by my visuals. Alike bodies coevered in darkness, a green gel and some invisible force holding them to a certain area. Lights were everywhere. My curiosity grew brighter and brighter with each step. I felt the invisible walls and they were smooth and curved all the way around. I felt the rough ropes which connected itself to several apparatuses, thick and rough but empty with air. In the moments haze, I felt like I've made a mistake. I pressed against something and it collapses: A big red something the size of my hoof. "Activate protocol destiny! Warning! Process initializing.,, in 3... 2... 0." I received new knowledge through a thousand needle prods. Machines held me down and forced upon me a higher existence. A genetic beast no longer, I became a fragment of destiny. They gave the C.I.C.T.E.M information to me and its sole goal, to destroy itself. The building itself crumbled with the metal cocoon. There was a flash of dark light and all of the [Redacted] were teleported to the outside society. "Cause chaos." I told them. "We will." --- "The Pegasus guard are squandering to subdue these unknown assailants that happened to appear out of no where. Heavy casualties for both sides as the battle rages on. If you see a mutated pony out of the ordinary, do not engage. From what we're seeing they can rip an earth pony in half in less than seconds and withstand small arms fire. I highly recommend staying out of the east side High Ryse. I repeat, stay the hell away from that place." The PA system was interconnected to the whole city, both conciders and Outliers heard this call. They rush to the scene. (Rps up, I was busy )

((@Majestic I'm on a side boss. Humbug needs a very important drop.)) Humbug stumbled as she was side swiped by a granular claw, her body etched a silhouette where the massive palm met resistance. It was Darude: An entity of sand and fire. The dragon had been packed of sand and imbued with magical prowess, thus granting it immense strength and power. Defeating it would boost her levels and give her an item that she desperately needs: The Heart of the Sandstorm. From local NPC Legend, The item would grant 30% max health and can filled with health potions that would passively drain into the player, healing them until it ran empty. --- "Feel the power of the Humbeserker!"

Defeat Darude. Humbug traversed the scarred sands of the third floor to find the boss arena. The recommended level she surpassed but the quest marker still portrayed its difficulty to be very hard. Humbug wasn't worried a single bit however. She had high enough health regeneration and the stockpile of health potions didn't hurt to have either. Her armor heed been cotton and leather, because having metal could backfire considering friendly fire. The green mare came across another pair of scorpions which were quickly dispatched with three sonic blasts. There was a change in the terrain ahead: Sand turned slick glass. "I must be here." A large roar came up behind her. "Shit."

"...and the mare, with brevity and bravery, slayed all of the scorpions with the might of her steel and vocals. This heroine was unstoppable, unrelenting and unfazed until she saved them all. Because, All of them had to be saved. Everyone deserves a second chance at life. Even you little fillies." Her book item was empty of text, but it exempted her from revealing the source of the story: Truth. Many foals who ventured to level up often turned up missing, so it was law that they stay in the safe zones. The lot stayed, the ones who disobeyed were 'grounded'. Humbug smiled by their smiles, She only allowed herself the bare minimum of survival. Any luxury was given to the children, who missed their old life and parents more than she did. The mare gave it her all, leveling up, she only spent money on better armor and health potions. Nothing cosmetic. As her old profession of foal sitting, though she hated it, it seemed natural to her. For the nights she couldn't sleep, she hummed like a wolf to the moon. On top of the roofs of the inns she didn't rent. She was the talk of the towns. Code name: The Hymn. --- Humbug took time to combine in game mechanics with her own special talent. Her hymn attacks now emanated a white rings and signaled the damaging area affected. It gave her a damage boost, due to accurately following the damaging systems in place.

"I'm going ahead of you guys... Don't follow... please. I won't take your word for it, because I took care of... ponies... before all this. I should know whether its my fault or not." Humbug warped to the next level and continued her journey on her own. "This place is new..." The 3rd floor was a barren desert, laden with canyons, dunes and cacti.

"Okay, I'll... I'll think I'll rest now. Humbug arrested herself to the floor, the cold tiles gave her some comfort that kept her mind off the guilt. She killed some pony, unintentionally however, but it was still her fault. All her fault. "I can't risk this again. I just can't. From now on, no more other party members. I work alone, I won't be able to harm anything else If I do." She said to herself

Myst's armor was shaking too much for him to move properly so he took cover behind a pillar. The rocks that sheltered him weren't stable, he needed to move but it was too late. The pillar collapsed on top of him, leaving him venerable to the hell hounds clutches. Each head took an individual bite out of him and his body shattered like glass. "NO!" Humbug stopped her hymm and started crying. The mare now ceased to stand, but her strength left her eyes open. "Gale, Gale! Get behind me now!" The mare's rage was effervescent, she planted her hooves once more and coerced her body into accepting the pain to come. "Humm...mmmm...Mmmmmm....MMMmmmm...MMMMM." Her avatar shook until it was only a green blur, the only stable thing was her health bar, which rapidly went from green to orange then red. Cerberus took 25% percent of his max health in damage. She chugged health elixir, using her megaphone as a funnel. Humbug prepared her exhausted body once more...

"I must've been reading the map upside down..." Re adjusted his plain view of the map to the right posisiton. "Oh well." Mister Re was sick now, for a moment. Something inside told him that he did this before, a mongrel of experience: an immortal. It was high time to end this, it told him. Re prepared his weapons and sprinted from roof to roof. "War, it is now and will end now." He dived into a group of guards.

"Fug!" Humbug was a mid-air swipe trying to hit one of the heads, sending her through two stone pillars. She took Fifty percent of her health but quickly regained it with health potions. "Now, I'm angry." Humbug sent a shock wave tsunami from her location. Three heads aren't better than one. She damaged her party but for every one tick damaged they suffered, the boss suffered three times as much. Due to the extent, her attack also damaged her. Humbug signaled them others to get behind her.

"I'll go first. Since I have the ability to damage friend and foe alike. Cover my flanks." Humbug entered the large arena with ancient pillars and torches alike, her disposition was under yet confidence. Four against one. Their levels should be matched by her level sense, maybe their stronger she thought. "HHHmmmmm." She echoed, looking for an entity. The mare's ears twitched and she turned source of life. "A Cerberus." A Giant Blue Cerberus stared in her face. "HMMMMMM!" Her body recoiled back from the force, scraping the ground and leaving an indent.

Humbug gave Tempest a suspicious look. Myst was sitting against a wall, eating a fruit. "And here I thought you worked alone... My name is Humbug and this is Myst." Humbug gestured her hoof to the knight in black armor. "We're a little exhausted, so wait a minute while we recover." Humbug resumed her panted she ceased for the conversation. Minutes were gone and her exhaustion was gone. "Okay, I'm ready and seems so is Myst." "I'm always ready." Myst of Re said getting up.

"We need to turn left, right, down, then right again." Humbug closed her eyes and listened to the echo of the dungeon. The rebound sound analyzed how many twists, turns and enemies. "There are many enemies ahead. I'll come a calling while you welcome them." "Okay then." Myst readied his swords and bow. "I'll tap your shoulder if I can't hold them back." Humbug planted her feet and took a deep breath, she then let her muffled voice rage across the halls. The damaging effect made every creature within range charge at the one player. Some of them, dying before even remotely close: The others, the stronger ones were skewered by the swords tip, charged by sword art. By the hours past, the sound of glass shattering was gone. And everything else was silent. "We're near the boss chamber. We recharge our health first then lets head out."

"Are you sure that should be working here?" Humbug cringed at the sound of the constant anvil. "Monsters, we could die. This is careless." "Its okay, The game recognizes this area as a shop because of my anvil, so no monsters can get to us." Re reset the forming animation, over and over. "Just stay as close as possible. By the way this doesn't work in dungeons or boss areas." The stallion struck his hammer for the last time, forming a bladed megaphone. The edge was serrated to deflect and damage anything that hit it. Inside had been fitted with a silver speaker that amplified sound. "Woah..." She stared in awe at her new weapon. "It's been made with living metal. This baby will scale as much as you do. Your welcome."