MisterRe

@@Shift, "Ha, ha, Idiots and morons. I can't believe you haven't connived and back-stabbed your way out of here. You do look the type of mare to 'bed' their way to the top. As for that... I reserve my further 'condolences' to you." @, The yell from a random pony surprised her. "Ouch, that hurt my ears. AH well. I'm NOT complaining!"

@@Miss Reaper, "That's nice Ariel but magic is magic. One of my many amazing and wonderful powers is disrupting magic by making sound frequencies that are equal but opposite to the ethereal aura that some unfortunate unicorn is using. @@Shift, "Okay, Crazy mare. I see some pony hasn't been getting dog-walked at the park recently. You are antsy as heck."

@@Shift, @@Illiad Easle, "Thank you, stallion... Its nice to see someone being courteous" "Acid... They were on acid, hence the HCL initial. I'm not going to shed my whole back story here. But I got this here megaphone from the party before I woke up in this place. And I'd gladly show you all what I can do... You should all cover your ears and close your eyes soon." Humbug too the batteries off her megaphone to put them in the corner.

@@Shift, "The mouth on this one... What did you get locked up for: bad attitude? If you really want to know my name you ask nicer next time. But anyway My name is Chasity Lime but that's short for my first name Humbug. If that doesn't make sense, you should see your face!" Humbug didn't get along with the other mares, neither did she try.

"Well that didn't work... Damn and damnation. I guess I'll be stuck here." She put her megaphone away and waited for something to happen, like she always did. Something was bound to happen. There was always something bound to happen. Humbug hummed 'Oh he's a jolly good fellow' to herself listening in on the conversations that were presented before her. "Prison folks..." She started humming again.

@@Illiad Easle, The exhaustion from Humbug's eyes receded and she became aware of her situation. Not only was she angry, she was down right pissed. Not again She thought. The bars of steel seemed strong enough to hold her but she tried to break it anyways. @, "Hey pony! PONY! I don't know why I'm here but you've made a huge mistake. A huge one! Now let me out before I break out my self and shatter you spinal cord." The green hooded figure was unresponsive. "Didn't hear me, eh?" Behind her she had found the Megaphone from the night of question. She turned on the megaphone with disregard of the echoes and other ponies. "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? LET ME OUT!" The sound resonated in packets

Humbug Chasity Lime woke up, her legs and hooves ached from the approximate twenty-four hour slumber. The last thing she remembered was partying too hard and ending up on the floor passed out. She felt, heard and smelt an indistinguishable background. She was popular with the stallions so she was used to waking up in strange places. @,@@Illiad Easle, "Keep it quiet you stallions! I'm trying to wake up!" The sleeping green mare opened her eyes to iron bars. "What the...?"

The hive buzzing with gossip with a certain pony getting the nectar of it "I can't believe there are traitors in our midst... and an enemy in our fortress. Sunset Sand had been capture because of it. Sadly among them were new recruits. Maybe it was that bitch that joined us after we took down Town Square. I wouldn't say its not a coincidence." "Lord Commander is a fool to believe to trust that snide creep of a pony. He licked my horn... He also took out our men more than once. The burns on the second time... I don't want to think about what's inside that crazed thing." "I agree. I don't like him either. Let's take him out, tonight." They spoke under their masks but Re understood their message. If he can't do anything to defend himself, he'd just avoid all conflict available. "I won't be here tonight while your talking I'll be saving your friends." The Lone stallion was gone from his sleeping quarters and was now in the armory. There was single mirror that held the image of his profile. The colt that stared back had sword scars, bruises and bandages all over. This isn't a good condition of combat, nor of disguise. He had to be clean. "Re-...cover..." A scrambling screech coursed through his skull, brain and mind. Everything else was healing. The rejuvenation took five minutes. Each wound was sealed, each bruise was absorbed and each second was ethereal hell. Right after, his coat was a perfect white, his exhaustion was diminished and his mind was refreshed. The pain killed his weakened self and he regained a full one. "Now all I need is some armor." Re felt the stroke of serendipity as he spotted Silver's discarded armor. "Perfect, almost." His size fit the armor, but not the shape, its breast cavity prevented his lungs from properly ventilating. A few strong whiffs of air and the metal bent accordingly. Re then shaved off the gold paint and revealed a silver lining. Cheap, they can't even afford real gold. The new finish was polished to look more refined and crystalline. Onto the weapons. The armory was filled with stealth-based weaponry; the natural cloak/dagger and signature masks filled rows. Some swords were there, encased by sheath. Re took a glance and started crafting. He emptied the grenades and sifted the contents to mix with fresh oil from the kitchen. It didn't dissole and made a cloudy yellow spotted with black spots. The mixture was poured into the sheath and was capped by the sword itself; The overflow was wiped down by one of the cloaks. He made two. "Ember's Lick, If unsheathed properly will produce a flaming slash on instance and will fling either oil or flame whenever swung. Sharp as hell." Mister Re was fully equipped: armor, swords, oil filled grenades. He was ready for everything, even the figures approaching behind. "There you are!" Re back flipped over them, avoiding the blades all together. "Sorry... I must be going now. Off to save the ones you didn't." Re blinked twice and disappeared from the hive. Re spent an hour scouring through districts, looking and hearing for the prison than Sunset Sands was held in. When Mister Re found the compound, he filled a burlap bag with junk so that it clanked like gold and jewels. "I've been informed that a pony, namely named Sunset Sand had resident here. I am here to give out the bounty to whom who captured him: I just need to see him alive." The conversation followed and money was the talk. They went down and deep within the dungeon, crossing two check points of lit guard rooms. Assassins delight Re thought, There were only two roaming with only torches once every 25-30 minutes. The only present alarm was the echo. If one were to scream: Echo, Location. The group of three, one of a mystery, two of an armored escort finally came up two the cell of the cloaked pony. @, "And Lo, betrayed by a traitorous fool. Now I have I come to take you. Sunset Sandsssssss." Mister Re lit his face with the flame he held. "Where's our pay?" They turned Re around to face them, he placed his torch " He's alive, now give us the money." "Your pay..." Mister Re reached for the bag but instead took one of his swords. "...is death." A flame erupted from the unsheathed blade and it swung through two exposed necks. The blood extinguished every torch that struck stone and the remaining light was his glowing blade. "I suggest you gather our men. We have to fight to get out of here." Re spoke Sunset and unlocked his cell.

(Woah, this Rp isn't dead? I Couldn't tell because of my notifications." Mister Re and Misery were broken of the spell that froze them both in time and space, it seem dissipated from existence in the midst of battle. But everything was gone now. No pony, No one in the fortress.

Weight: 230 Height: 5'11 P90 with laser sight and FMJ ;-; no akimbo,

Character page (if you have one): http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/echo-remnation-r7187 Name: Echo Remnation Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Earth pony Experience: Five years, Rank: Corporal Height: Tall Weight: A lot Appearance: Light Cyan eyes, Dark brown mane, Dark inidigo coat Gear: Journal and stationary, Infrared-goggles, Kevlar armor and helmet Primary Weapon: Akimbo p90s Silenced Secondary Weapon/Side arm: Dragonov Silenced Equipment: 2x MMP (magical Emp), Throwing knife Squad:5 Specialty: Scouting, Close/Far range combat Role: Scout, Sabotage

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"Where does this light come from?" He said aloud. "I mean there's a ceiling but no light source its strange to say the least." Remnant followed to help in the darkened scuffle. "Hold on I'm coming.Try to stay alive in there." His earth pony strength was enough to throw the thing into the light. It was a timberwolf, rather large for a normal one but no haste. Remnant grabbed the beast by its neck and threw it into the unsprung trap. Twigs were all that remained. "Both paths are safe, but which is the better?"

is the rp up yet?

@, "Would you show me the kitchen first. I'm kind of hungry." Re broke the chains and the confining cuffs from the single-screw binding. "Now where were we?" The stallions face was covered by emotionless mask, but his fear was shown under his hesitation. He pointed with his wing the way. "Thank you, soldier." With a sincere sinister smile. "Don't worry, Bones don't easily break as much as those things. All the more painful." --- The kitchen was as large as a two bedroom apartment, including the bathroom. There was an assortment of kitchen appliances and ponies who were cooking up a feast. It smelled delicious. Mister Re found condolences with food; However, his interests where somewhere else. He rubbed cold oil into his skin and wiped it down, making a sleek fur surface. The stallion escort was quite confused as well as the chef ponies that saw him. Mister then took a salad and ate it in the main dining hall. The chandeliers here were hung high but the drapes hung low. It was a hidden luxury, imported drapes, silken cloth napkins and silver spoons. "Peace at last..." Two shadows approached him, unknown to origin. "...maybe I spoke too soon." "Isn't this the stallion that attack our base and killed our men? Why is he here?" One stallion spoke. "That's what I was thinking! And why is eating our rations?" The other responded. The escort tried to block their path "And he's some sort of V.I.P? "I suggest that you leave me alone. Though you have may seen me dispose of your ranks, I can't really say I'm sorry for murder but your commander has forgiven me and let me, due to my skill and prowess, join the syndicate. I suggest you forgive... or find out why I'm so dangerous." "What I'm thinking is you are here...-" The unicorn broke Re's plate with magic but he sifted through the ceramic and ate bites. "... and that's all the reason I need to kill you." "You can try." Re licked the colt's horn and broke his focus. Then he whispered again. "You can try and I'll like it." The colt backed away in disgust. "You're a freak you know that..." "You know that casualties are my casual task, right? But I can't really do anything, feel free to kill me now. I'd either laugh as you fail miserably or drown you with my own blood as my dying wish." "Stop! I am tasked with touring him around and making sure he doesn't die. If the Lord commander hears about this..." Mister Re's aggressor said nothing more and left with his partner.

"I'd thank you but it wouldn't be sincere. I can't feel anything right now but sorrow... so I won't feel anything." Mister Re had washed his Stable 033 suit but it wasn't dry. There was a vomit stains all over it but the smell stayed after. "I think I need to leave this behind. I think I'm going to need some alone time." Re found an empty room and closed the door where he slept.

"Anyway... umm yeah..." It was uneasy being this close to changeling: Even worse as it spoke. "Traps, that doesn't seem like a good thing." Remnant was starting to get paranoid. If one of them set off a trap it'd be an end to them. Not him though, he had another life... somewhere also in danger... "Wait!" There was an almost transparent string a few meters ahead. Remnant's clone had tripped this certain trap when he sent it out to run. The result was the ceilling coming down and bloody mess afterward. "There's a string ahead..." Re said. "Do NOT trip it."

"I want to a mini gun. Screw his old revolver." Re suppressed his guilt to a subtle tears, two streams ran down his face. His face more than apathetic, almost omniscient except for the tears that ran down face. The WG meter on his Pip-buck was 60, it was always sixty. His S.P.E.C.I.A.L was incorrectly marked with all 10's, a reminder of his parents. "You're perfect! No one can ever deny that! That's why regardless of any status effects, you're going to be 10 out 10." He said to himself sardonically in reminiscence to his parents.

"I wanted to try something... and I tried it." Mister Re stared right into and right through Malt. "Though it doesn't look like I regret it now, I know I'll regret it later. Malt you should know how many years of nothing I've been through. I've learned a lot, thought a lot as well but that's no use when you've experience nothing." Re brought up his pip buck and scrolled down the thousands of notes he'd written down on it. He picked one out of the many as if by instinct. Titled 0721, It wrote: The walls bend at will into the remaining space I have. It breathes in and out as if it were about to collapse like a coarse lung. The lights flicker as each contraction and expansion and I see it in my room. The walls get smaller every day. The ponies don't know how it operates, the living thing called Stable 033. It'll crush me soon. AND NO ONE WILL CARE! I have no family, no true friends, no cutie mark. I have to get out of here. I have to rid of the Overmare. "This is a sample of my insanity. And what you see on my flank is not a cutie mark. It is mere marker and it is fading." Re walked away from Malt and scavenged some supplies from the basement. ~Search basement~

"There is trick to solving these things but I'm guessing this is an 'open' maze with islands of walls. So following a wall to the end is impossible. We could be circle a single area for the rest of our lives." Remant followed Honey and the group, he wondered where his other self went. --- Monster's everywhere. Remantion never felt so exhausted. Shadow figure's, mythical beast's and other cretins of creation had offered a bit of difficulty late in this maze. Maybe Remnation should just Die? It didn't matter because the remnant would live on for him. But the problem is: What mania does he have? Is it utterly and foolishly good or utterly and foolishly evil. Neither one had been a worthwhile outcome. "When I find a safe spot to meditate. I will contact you my friend."

"Uncivilized... your terms of torture. You know interrogation is more psychological rather than physical. Star, I'm going to need you to calm down." Re propped up the stallion and pressed Gazer away. "I'm going to put you in the corner. And when I'm done talking my monochrome maniac over here. The real torture will begin. Re helped the blue-green fellow to the corner, of which had nothing to be used as a weapon of some sort. Then he spoke to Star. "Anger doesn't solve anything. Your kind of torture is the best way to get a lie out of some pony. My way is oh so much better." -Stable 033 Vault Suit removed. - 2 Empty tin cans removed Re clumped his tattered vault suit into a phallic gag and soaked in irradiated water from a nearby sink.He filled two tin cans with more irradiated water. Mister Re then forced the cloth down the throat of the pony all the while holding him down with his weight. "You will not talk nor breathe properly until you have promised to talk, and tell me everything I want to know." The cotton device suppressed his tongue and teeth. For the victim, it was hard to breath, even from the nose. Mister Re created a perpetual state of dry heaving by pressing the torture device against his gag reflex and letting the vomit unto the floor. The residual vomit was used as a gooey bed. "You blink once for yes. Two for no. Understand?" The pony blinked once. "Good. I will asked this 100 times and you will answer 100 times." "Are you going to tell the truth?" He blinked once. Re squeezed the cloth and forced the colt to swallow the water. "Are you going to tell truth?" He blinked once again. "Are you going to tell the truth?"... The cycle continued one hundred times over; The mental conditioning lasted for fifteen minutes. 15 minutes of painful but not lethal asphyxiation, 15 minutes of dry heaving, 15 minutes of writhing around in bodily guilds (sweat, tears and blood included) and lastly 15 minutes of 'Are you going to tell the truth?'. The blue and green pony was broken. His eyes were changed to a submissive foal. He was shaking and in fetal position in the corner. There was a puddle of his fluids standing between him and his captors. "He's all yours Star. Just don't ask him 'Are you going to tell the truth?' because he might just go coo-coo after one more." Re had smile ridden with guilt, morality wasn't his strong suit but guilt wasn't either.

"On another note, Why are I/We are here? Is there some great prize at the end? I remember coming from one end path to and back again here with you guys." Remnant asked Honey dew, his memories didn't include anything before the maze. The memories he contained was only after his conception. "This place gives me the creeps."

Five shots with P.A.T.S and the colt was downed. "Got him. Let's get'em." The stallion was crawling to his escape. "Nope, Nope, Nope." Mister Re was the first one the reach the runner. "I want him alive. Star, don't." Mister Re held Star gaze back. "Time for some interrogation."

"Goddammit!" Mister Re's peace was interrupted by gravity. Though he wasn't sleep, the sudden impact of ground provided with enough consciousness to become alert. He got up and brushed the dirt from his mane and saw the blaze. "What happened? Who got the sudden urge to burn everything?"