MisterRe

"Good, Malt. We need you anyway. Okay, my turn. I am a Mister Re, self named and the most intelligible pony in stable zero-three-three. My parents died sacrificing their lives, when there was no need to. I was banished by my fellow compatriots a few days ago but I snagged their most important thing: Something I refuse to tell you guys about. My only mission now is to survive and to find the thing that I lost."

@@Snow Mark, Plenty. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/mr-re-r4239 Name: Mister Re Age: 20 Race: Earth pony Cutie mark: In link Special talent: Intelligence, psychology, science. The rest you can find in the link.

Name: Red Dew Age: 21 Breed: Unicorn Appearance: White coat, average build, Strawberry Red mane w/vannila white streaks Cutie Mark: Two upside down blood drops that resemble a a heart cut in half. Special Talent: Hemamancy (Blood magic) Personality: Hardworking, Sassy, generous, loner, introspective, doesn't ask for help. Back story: She attended medical school and passed by the margine and now works in a hospital in canterlot. Occupation: Assistant nurse. Additional Notes: Blood type O contrapositive, which means she can donate blood to any pony. Scab armor: When she is cut or bruised, he has the option to harden her blood with the extra iron in her blood she eats. Sharp blood blades can also come out of her injuries. The more damage she takes, the more powerful her magic becomes... and the more she becomes crazy due to the blood loss. I'd like to join.

Hey is there anymore space in this Rp? If so, I'd like to join,

Mister Re brought up some notes in his pipbuck: Stealth 101. "I can choke a few people out. But I'd prefer the loud approach if we weren't so unequipped." Re slung his weapon to his backside. "Do you think that there's gonna be cave monsters? Star? If we can't fire our weapons inside, then we'd be pretty undefended against them."

@, "Sound like a solid plan, Sunset. Neither of my other plans had taken into account other syndicate members. I thought that maybe one or two of you would survive the rescue. I'm already disguised as a crystal guard. So I will escort you Sunset. But you must put some chains on to be believable."

"My dead parents set my S.P.E.C.I.A.Ls to all tens. I don't really know what my attributes are besides from the test that I took. But yes, I'd gladly take lookout. My compass can detect life nearby." Re Looked at his pip buck compass and saw three friendly blue lines. He then took a 360 turn and saw nothing else. "This area is clear."

"I've been busy thinking a little." Re came into the group from a unknown location. "Sorry I've been gone but I had to take care of some business. Mind business. What was my role again? My skills are according to my test are Huge Guns, Speech and Science." Re was hesitant to reply... Something was bugging him

"We should go... I am getting sick and tired of being inside. Reminds me of my Stable nightmares..." Re raised his chosen weapon with fake pride, his eyes were more lowered than normal. Re shuffled his rifle behind him and waited for the others. "Soprano, I bet what can make you cry, will make no one else cry. You are young, oh so young..." He spoke no more.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm the only one out of sync. For that I am sorry. And Star and Soprano, if you guys would make up and stop pressing your 'facilities' together, we need to get a move on." Re looked at the held back pony, Gaze. "Getting hit with a brick nothing compared to anything, Quit complaining. Soprano, Please explain or else, I will intervene with my slightly insanic tendencies."

"I'll grab the M1. I guess." Re sighed. "Let's see if Soprano has an excuse on why he hit Star." He looked at Gaze and his injury. "Luckily your head is as hard as it is. More that symbollically." Re inspected the rifle and all its flaws, no internal damage but the finish was damaged with scratches and cracks. "Let's see."

"What happened. I blanked out again watching the unconscious zebra, his mind filled with ocular gaze of black and white. "Don't lose grip. Do not lose grip. You know what happened last time." Re talked to himself while alone with himself and Star Gaze. This wasn't sleep depreciation but manic aggregation. Mister Re kept his breathe and gaze control. "I got this."

"My name is a Mystery. No. My name is a Mister Re." He whispered to himself @, "I don't plan on being leader though so just do what you do best Sunset. You're a character of strong will. All I know is how to be martyr. My sucess is in sacrifice." Re took his place in the second lead and sheathed his lit sword. "Go forth and lead."

@@Suitaloo, Re saw Malt and Star on the floor. The zebra had been injured by a blow to the head. "Hmmm..." Re asked apathetically. "What happened? And where's Soprano?" Re thought to himself on what to do. " I don't know medicine personally but i can go through some of my notes to how to treat. Give me a minute while I find it."

Humbug was out of commission temporarily. Her head rung like an exploded grenade. The usual pain wasn't there, just the blurred vision and hazy thoughts. "My gosh, purple emblems and pink spotted death. When is my shot?" She wasn't making any sense at all.

"My doctor said if I hum too loudly for too long, I'd damage my internal organs because of the vibrations. But whatever you said though. I'm up for anything." Humbug took a deep breath and bit one of the bar. Let's see if i can find the right frequency. "HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." The bar vibrated and resonated into her body as she sung into the jail bars. She felt ever ounce of her body being shook and stirred as a large metallic sound erupted from her cell. She tried pushing the resonation back into the metal but the force was too strong. When she was done, The bar bent and cracked. Humbug was dazed. "I-i don't think I could continue. My brain, headache..."

@@Illiad Easle, "Well, that wasn't a waste of time and my batteries. Sheesh. I don't know the logistics of pony magic only how to counter it." Humbug sat back on her bed, hoping for a quick but comfortable nap. Hope lost, She was restless. "Hmm? Anti-magic you say? Maybe I could double negative the properties of the bars so you guys can do some crazy spell to get us out?"

She was listening in. Humbug didn't know what to expect, especially the future. Would she as well spend years here? Would she as well lose hope? Would she see her the light of day again. It was unlikely but Humbug still had hope the first day she was here. Humbug hummed again but this time it wasn't as loud but still as encompassing. She hummed Ferrar Jacques in her sweetest voice. It mimic both a motherly song and hymn of a harp. "Hm hm hm hmm hm hm hmm hm hm, hm, hmmm, hm, hm, hmmm..." The song continued.

@, "Oooo, that sounded painful." She heard but not seen the pony drop. "Damn, he was just starting to like me. Well... I'd feel sad for him if he'd go away forever... Cameras eh?" She felt around her cell for an invisible camera. There were none. "Yeah, they aren't that stupid to put inside the cages themselves... are they?"

Mister Re waited. "I hear a ruckus but I don't want to speak to anyone right now. It'll be gone. When everything is settled. I'll be waiting." He said in the silence of an empty room. Hearing voices underneath and sounds that he wanted to ignore. This was too much for now. Too much

@@Shift, ' "Time, try these." Humbug threw her batteries through her jailbars and into Timeshift's Cell. " Maybe the battery acid could melt into it or something. I think I can find batteries elsewhere in this area. That is... when we get out." Humbug smiled again because her conscious was clean. Making amends weren't easy, but it was a start. "Time, try these." Humbug threw her batteries through her jailbars and into Timeshift's Cell. " Maybe the battery acid could melt into it or something. I think I can find batteries elsewhere in this area. That is... when we get out." Humbug smiled again because her conscious was clean. Making amends weren't easy, but it was a start. @, "Oh, I heard you sorry. Just busy with my thoughts. My name is Humbug. No ones ever complimented me. Thank you sweetie. You don't seem that... eccentric. I'd ruffle your hair or give you hug but sadly these bars are in the way." Humbug looked at her now useless Megaphone. " 'Are you ready to party? Ahhhh...' " She was remembering a good night of here life, the yesterday she experienced.

"I could really use some water. Really. Damn My brain is really hurting from my singing." Humbug sighed, she was only complaining now. "If I could buck these bars down I would they seem to be reinforced with something." Humbug wasn't a strong mare but she didn't admit it. She sighed again.

e@@Illiad Easle, "There a pony in a green hood. That's why I was yelling in my megaphone before." Her throat hurt but she kept talking. "Ouch... I told myself I shouldn't hum that hard... I need a glass of water..." Humbug was crying in the corner because of her emotions. Though she liked messing with ponies, her own self-mitigation often took its toll in a subtle depression. "Whatever..."

She yawned, but nothing more. Humbug said her piece and was tired of the conflicts she pursued. She sit back again and fiddled with the batteries. She heard Shift and responded softly with. @@Shift, "I babysit for bits... which is even worse than a desk job in my opinion. The world isn't ready for a singer that only hums. but I'll have my day... I'll have my day...." Humbug was quiet after that, her envy was as green as her coat but it refused to show on her face. "I just realized the gaurd is wearing wearing earplugs... This place is a nut house..."

@, "Okay stranger pony. If you say so." Humbug dampened her hair and used them as ear plugs for what she was about to do. "I'll shut up; I'll just hum you a lulluby..." Humbug hummed to the best of her ability, which meant the loudest in her ability. It shook the metal bars but they stood strong. The symphony itself was 'twinkle-twinkle little star.'. It prompted ear pain from all the other ponies. Even with her Megaphone, her hum was her bite. She stopped after a couple seconds of earth rattling vibrations. "...And that is why they call me Humbug..."