MisterRe

Mister Re wasn't sleeping anymore after Star Gaze's yell, he opened his eyes for a moment and saw Soprano giving Quick Strike an apple. His eyes met contact with the yellow pony and Re winked and fell limp again but fakely. "Shh..." he said to Soprano, quietly.

"Two...T-two... o-two. TWO... TWO! On-TWO!" Remnation's voice echoed with no pony to hear it, he was furious that an iteration developed a conscious. Now, he had to find him before he got out of the maze. If he did not and he have gotten out, There was a possibility to be stuck back inside the maze. Though it would interesting to him, it would be a high inconvenience. "Remnant, the Minotaur, I shall find you and we will meet." Echo walked on, searching for an exit. --- Remnant stopped running and took his first breathe of life; he was a copy no more, but now he was a part of missing whole. Halved, he knew how to become whole but his origination was no where to be found. You must have every remnant to become Remnation. ​This instinct was inscribed in every body that had the fortune to become self-aware. Remnant back-tracked to the group of ponies. "I don't remember if I had pleasure to meet you ponies. My name is Remnant." The stallion said to every pony where still grouped. ~~~ Two remnants roam within these walls. Two ponies with different dispositions with different affiliations but come from the same entity. The same entity: Echo Remnation.

Re's deprivation was counting down three times as fast counting down. In an hour he'll be functional, more or less. His sleep cycle was decimated b every living creature that happened up on him. No stead fast sleeper he was, so his rest suffered. "Misery... why don't~... you come wid me." The stallion dreamt of past events and regrets, he just couldn't convince her.

Echo stayed behind the others and said nothing before the maze. It felt like being a real rat in a real maze, not the ones your used to seeing on paper. It felt hopeless. Most definitely, there were more than lines, more than monsters, more than death. What laid beyond the walls he saw was an ending that no one ever seen. Echo was determined to discover something nothing anyone have: The end of this labyrinth. "This is not for all of you." Remnantion Ran past the sign and begun the maze alone, he jogged. Nothing rivaled the concentration in his mind, it focused on thought. Split at every fork, take every path. Split every fork, take every path. Split every fork, take every... The chant continued. The chant continued. "2, 4, 3, 5, 7, 7, 12, 24, 48, 47, 65, 130, 241, 506, 1,267, 2,376, 7,902..." The number he spoke was the number of paths taken by his iterations, he tried limiting the spectrum to 5,000 but every possibility grew exponentially. The multiplicities in his head, saw flashes of intercepting themselves over and over again. He couldn't focus hard enough to get rid of these extranalities so he split it with his first iteration. Still too much. "187,090... 590,651, 989,001...." He started counting backwards, slowly trying to retrieve the information from the 'clones'. Instead of a series of bunched up images there where two dimension lines that made a map from a birds eye view. The lines crossed in places it shouldn't be. The mental map that tried to make sense of the maze. The whole thing looked like an angry scribbled tree. Impossible... The maze wrapped around the entrance like a fruit to a seed. He smiled. Then the moment passed, he forgot every bit of the map. "Que sera, sera. What will be, will be."

@, "Help. Help, is what you need and is what I can provide. If I were here to kill you, I'd be done already. Provided with these chains and my earth pony strength... but I really, really don't want to." Re cracked his neck from side-to-side. "From the sound of your guards, seems you have some insubordinate troubles from within your ranks... and a squad missing." Re took off his bandage. "If you don't trust my surrender and ultimate... and unfortunate allegiance to you. Look at this scar and have your soldiers inspect the flag I left upon your gate. It matches, in size and shape, this wound. You cannot buy nor expected this type of loyalty to your others..." Re wrapped his bandage back on with the troublesome of chains. "I am loyal to you now." Re bowed in respect. "What say you my Lord Commander? I am my own worst enemy and you are an enemy of myself; That being, the enemy of my self, who is my own greatest enemy, is a friend. You are a friend... thank you."

There was a silence among them as one popped out for a moment and popped in with a chains. "Thank you my friend, but allow me." Re chained himself with pleasure glued on his face. "How easy it is to give up, isn't it?" @, There was no response. Re was escorted back inside the mansion he'd broken into recently and was kept in the broom closet. "I do politely ask for the audience of your Lord Commander. I might have something he needs."

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/echo-remnation-r7188 Sorry It took so long. Mlp forums is a being slow like alot. I couldn't get on.

He saw his sleepless meter was 700. He was worried a little, because 1000 meant death for some reason. Re stopped pacing around like a crazed mare and talked to the other ponies. "Very well then. Let's go. Hey Day star... I'm mean Stare gaze... I mean Star Daze. Never mind. You wouldn't mind carrying somepony if they were to fall... a-...sleep..." Re collapsed.

"I can't sleep." Re suddenly woke. "I can't shake the feeling but I just can't relax." Re sat up and looked at his Pip-buck. His sleep deprivation meter was 400 and slowly rising up as the minutes passed by. "Malt, I can take all of the night. Don't worry." Re got up and circled the perimeter with the light of his Pip-buck.

Still space? I have to flesh out an OC. For this, it perfect. Almost... EDIT: WIll post link in time soon.

Re was bored and fast a sleep. Whether it was night or day he didn't care, he still needed the sleep. He wanted to just awaken back in the stable. Live in the vault, Die in the vault. That's what they always said. Though life without parents in a stable was lonely, it was stable and stagnant. Re didn't have to fight so hard until he met the outside, cruel world. "Ma.... da..d... don't go in there... highly irratiated... you don't have to save everyone... stay with me..." Re often spoke during nightmares. "...Stay..."

Mister Re His flesh, body and soul was torn apart and reduced to a remnant. What was left was a shattered shadow, an intergrated mind and sparsed spirit. Though the process was in mind, never at all was it less important. "Time for a revelation. There was a story that I remember from childhood: The last piece of flesh. A local town faced a siege from a local army. After a few raids and a few months, the pride of the village faltered. The village tried to surrender but every pony who was sent was killed because of the soldiers suspicions of treachery. In the books, they read a white flag signaled an absolute surrender. The problem was the rarity of cloth in that day, in that winter. Ponies were starving and cold. No pony had white cloth. All of them had tattered brown cloth and none could get any more. Tommorrow, the commander decide it was thier last chance to surrender. Before they would massacre the town... ...Desperate, the elder of them decided making anew. Using the soft side of the youngest colt, a colt of pure white, he crafted the white pelt flag, a surrender and sacrifice. The colt wouldn't survive but the slice was mere painless since the frost instantly sealed his wounds. On the sound of the last war horn they would raise the flag. The Last chance was rung; Every pony died. Why? Because they did not clean the sin, mainly the blood. The blood formed red ice on the other side, giving an appearance of a red flag. The winter's wind blew the white to red. It was the ultimate deception. To both parties. Moral of the story: never half-hearten a defeat." Re skinned the side of his stomach area and wrapped it in gauze. He then cleaned off his cutie mark and the piece of loose flesh. Purification at its finest. Mister Re proceeded with the white flag of flesh. His destination: The Hive. --- Mister Re's body carried his mind all the way to The Hive. He carried the metal stick of his surrender in his mouth and no prior plan followed. Ultimately, there was no scent of deception on him, and the fact that was, was not a deception in itself. A group of syndicates surrounded him with weapons drawn as he approached the entrance. Misery's last stand was beyond those gates. She was dead to him, He only wished the same for himself. Re couldn't depict his sorrows in words because thoughts became more the burden. What was worse: Mourning a dead spouse, or mourning a dead spouse who faked their death to get away from you? Re impaled the concrete with the metal pole, prompting a slight flinch from the masked guards. "I didn't come here to fight; I came here to talk." Humbug "Grumps is dead. There's no one here." Slips inspected the pile of ashes and noticed a notable item "Yep... Ashes. Grumps is ashes." "Dammit! All for nothing..." Humbug kicked somewhat hard on the wall, knocking down one of the paintings. "Wait... There's a safe here." Buddy dud "Its a three digit combination. There are exactly five hundred and four combinations. We can't possib~..." The code was on the back of the painting. "Grump's you dumbass." Inside there was a map and a bag of bits as well a sleep dart for some reason. "Its the location of the storehouses and the shipment manifest. Jackpot!. Let's go!" Humbug's efforts were not nigh. She'll provide food for her ponies. The trio teleported back into the Junkyard. Humbug was surprised ponies were still hear. She guess they didn't really care. A little tear came to her eye.

Hmmm... could I have multiple oc's. By that I mean two?

"With a taste of your lips I'm on a rush... your toxic I'm slipping under... with the taste of a posion Paradise. I'm addicted to you don't you know that your toxic..." Re sung to himself in light of the situation and also mocked the occurrence of the stinging sensation. He hoped no pony heard him. (Writers block)

Also what's considered that should be in the dangerous section?

@, @_@ Yeah, Kinda overpowered. I don't understand where the districts are so I just put Canterlot. Also, they don't realize that Grumps is dead. Maybe the three, will meet up with the counter-syndicates. As for humbug, again.I haven't really fully explained her powers, even to my self. P.S. Was trying to copy the overseer's music box to Humbug's abillity kit.

@, I'm sorry but I find what you're saying is pretty funny. I don't know why but it just is. But you're right. It is OP.

I'd like to sign up with humbug. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/humbug-r6617 She has a megaphone for equipment A day. Medium security. I'd like to have sompony in the higher levels of security but I don't want to waste my time on an other OC page.

"This place reminds me of home, expect not as damp or filled with these 'NightStalker's you guys are talking about. So... let's stab the thing and get out." Re wasn't afraid in the slightest bit. If he were to die on this very spot, at least he was with company."Quick strike, be patient. You don't want to be overrun by a bunch invisible mutants."

Re turned on his Pip-buck light and followed Malt. He also drew his revolver and prepared hi P.A.T.S. Mr. Re wondered. Wasn't Malt a girl's name or something? He decided to speak his mind to avoid rash decision's later. "Isn't Malt a mare's name?" He said with the slightest of sincerity.

"I'm not getting out without my score. Those guard dogs will pay well in ransom for Grumps." Humbug had to do it. She wouldn't want to be one of the random casualty. "Time for a third party to join this party." Humbug went outside again equipped with shining golden armor. She took a deep inhale and didn't let go, her lungs held its air till the brain's reflexes forced it out. The sound stopped everything. "NNNNNMMMMNG." All of the air in her lungs left through her nostrils and left her smelling a little blood. The feeling Humbug felt afterward was a feeling as if she had blown her nose too hard. Her mind had a huge migraine but she lowered the volume to a sustainable level. The sound became the hummed melody: Twisted Nerve. Everything was resuming with her song attached to the background The hymn echoed through the city, to every hall, to every street and mostly importantly every Dead-watch member in the Junkyard. The song was signal and was varied meaning. Some, it meant a good fight, others, a steal and to the right ponies: a mission. The song lasted a total a fourty-five seconds from the safety of the other exit of the mansion, giving enough time for the unicorns to teleport to the war call. Each unicorn carried all who wished to come up to a total of five per teleport. They tuned their concentration to the song and the spells did the rest. Within the minute, thirty members appeared in random packets in random places at random times. Their locations corralled around Humbug's general location. This wasn't a false alarm, they came in with swords, bats and other blunt and sharp objects. About twenty more were incoming pegasi. Humbug felt a ringing even louder, after her one minute melody. She would fell if there wasn't a pony to catch her. "Now, look who slips." Slips interlocked her hooves with his. An earth pony was in company with him. "Buddy, what are you doing here?" She tilted her head. "I'm here to help." Buddy Dud smiled at here. "What do you need?" "We need to steal the VIP from here and get some sweet ransom." They all entered the mansion, through the running noblemare,

Item removed: Posioned Zebra Mister Re laid the zebra down on clean ground and talked toward the newly met pony. "That's Mister Re, on a formal level. I don't babysit, so Soprano will. I'm guessing. I have a light so I'm also a clear choice to go inside the caves." Re came along and followed.

"Broken, great." Re inspected the shattered base of the gun, it was far beyond repair. "Now all I have again is this shitty revolver." The zebra was laid stomach-side against his back. No saddle, so both parties experienced some discomfort. Mister Re sighed. "Let's go." Broken rifle removed Posioned Zebra added