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  1. When I made an account on this website. Though really I became a fan when I read Past Sins
  2. Honey, where are your limbs?
  3. @@Once In A Blue Moon, Standing in the middle of the hall, Cura was honestly surprised to hear a voice call out to him. Expecting it to be one of the many guards in the castle, he certainly wasn't expecting to see the orange unicorn nurse from earlier trotting towards him. Normally, if you weren't a unicorn studying a unicorn dominated field such as medicine, most ponies tended to ignore you at best or look down on you at worst. It was far from fair but Cura had grown accustomed to it. Apparently, this nurse, who swiftly introduced herself as Red Apple, seemed to be an exception to the rule as she not thanked him again for his part in saving the Corporal Roughshod's life, who Cura was happy to hear would pull though, but also offered to show him the castle's medical center. Stuck speechless by the unexpected praise, he could only nod dumbly as he followed Red Apple to the castle's medical center. The medical center, in short, was incredible, full to the brim with some of the best medical supplies and doctors that Equestria had to offer. As that wasn't good enough, it seemed that having the personal blessing of the king had it advantages and Cura, after indulging himself with fore-promised cake and hot coffee, had in no time at all acquired more than enough medical supplies for the journey ahead with Red Apple's help. However, a problem itself when a guard arrived stating that the airship was readying to depart immediately and that his presence was required in the air-dock. Turning from the guard back to the supplies that had been mostly piled onto a stretcher, one question entered his mind. How exactly am I going to move all that? Thankfully, after a small amount asking, both the guard and Red Apple agreed to help him move the supplies; the guard taking any supplies that couldn't fit on the stretcher Cura and Red Apple were taking. Despite the heavy weight of the stretcher, the trip from the medical center to the air-dock wasn't all that bad, Red Apple and Cura engaging in small talk to pass the time. However, Red Apple eventually ended up carrying the conversation as Cura focused more and more on ignoring the growing burning sensation of his wings as he carried one end of the stretcher. Finally, after navigating the seemingly endless hallways in the castle, they reached their destination, staggering on board the airship. Placing the supplies to the side for the moment; Cura heaved a sigh of relief that the horrible experience was finally over with as he stretched his wings, trying to rid himself of the burning sensation within them. It was then that Red Apple dropped a bombshell. Stopping mid-stretch, Cura turned to face the pleading face of Red Apple. Glancing to who he assumed was the captain, he watched her only shrug and trot away, apparently content to leave the decision up to him. Looking back to the unicorn, Cura expression morphed into one of consideration. Wellll...he mentally debated...I'm sure we could always another medically trained unicorn and she's been nothing if not friendly up to this point...I don't see much of a reason not to have her along. Scratching the back of his head, Cura replied, " Sure, if you're that personally invested then I don't see much reason not to." With that matter settled, Cura began the long task of sorting away the supplies, only pausing when the captain called him to the deck. Gazing at the rather ominous clouds, Cura found himself in agreement with the rest of the group when they decided to go around the clouds. With that put to rest, Cura had just started heading back to sort though the last of the medical supplies when the zebra came up to the captain and overheard him claiming that he could lead the ship though though the clouds unharmed. Interested and just a bit skeptical , Cura trotted up to him and asked, " Just how exactly do you plan to do that?"@@Chip Circuit,
  4. Ailbon's words echoed in Cura's mind. Greater mental acuity and focus but at the cost of it eventually driving me insane with the desire to help others...Suddenly this sounds less like a blessing and more like a curse. A frown forming on his face as he slowly raised himself back onto his hooves, Cura almost missed the nurse's quick nod and smile of thanks. After a moment, taking another look at the guard, a the small hint of a smile formed on Cura's lips as he swiftly recovered his belongings. However, the results speak for themselves. My quick actions, assisted by this "tarot" or not, saved that guard's life Maybe the results are worth the risks...pushing the issue out of his mind for the moment, Cura hurriedly trotted off after Ailbon, unsure of where the unicorn was taking him. The spartan decor of the castle halls and the conversations of the rest of the group made time pass quickly as the finally arrive to their destination. Cura, who up until this point was paying close to the group's conversation, was struck unprepared as a pair of doors in front of them opened. The contents of the room were impressive to say the least. Dozens of crystals of various shapes and sized hung suspended around the room, all seemly centered around a red crystal the dominated the room. Around the crystal were dozens of different ponies doing an assortment of different tasks, none seemingly less important than another one. Taking a few seconds to take it all in, Cura turned back to the group, quickly noticing the mixed expressions of a few of ponies around him. The mare that had shared a joke in the last room seemed particularly uncomfortable. Though, what was most curious was that the ponies flanking her seem to bristle at the sight of her discomfort, scanning the room much as if to determine what was causing the mare's discomfort. Speaking of which, I don't think I've ever seen those two leave her side this entire time...I wonder why? He was distracted however, when Dr. Wilhelm and who Cura assumed was the lead pony on site began to discuss purpose of the room and while some of the finer points escape, after all advanced magical theory had never been his area of expertise, what he could gather quite frankly disturbed him. So if we fail, this is the last resort. A weapon that will not only destroy the demonic forces, but take a fair chunk of Equestria with it. A chill running down his spine at the thought, Cura took in the weapon with the somber expression somepony would give to an object that could everything he's come to know over these last few years. Giving a depressing chuckle, Cura gazed at the room him. Well at least some would say the stakes could scarcely be higher. However his small attempt at dark humor did little to improve his mood and now thoroughly uncomfortable with staying in the same room as their last resort, Cura chose to pursue his one of his earlier curiosities, the rather odd mare and more importantly the two ponies flanking her. Catching her leaving the room, Cura followed her, hoping to at least question her about her companions...no guards seemed to be a better term due to their behavior. I can't quite put my hoof on it but something seems off about her guards.They're fiercely protective of her, even willing to face the king himself with barely a second of hesitation. That and something about their movements, there's t a certain amount of jerkiness with each of their movements, more than there would be naturally. Lastly, unlike the rest of the group, they've always seemed slightly dis-concerned about the situation as a whole, only ever really taking an interest when they felt the mare was threatened or severely uncomfortable. Rather strange indeed. Realizing that while he was consumed in his thoughts he had himself lose eye contact with the mare, Cura picked up the pace. Rounding a corner he swore that the mare had taken, Cura found himself faced with an empty hallway. Undeterred, he continued along the various hallways, trying to catch sight of the mare. Finally, after what felt like an hour and with his frustration building, Cura entered yet another empty hallway. Well it's official. I'm lost...Now what? @@Once In A Blue Moon,
  5. @@Once In A Blue Moon, The guard's injury had been for worst than Cura had initially anticipated. The guard's neck had suffered serve blunt force trauma, possibly crushing his airway and preventing him from breathing if his expression was anything indication. He could only have minutes to live, at most. Cura guessed as he tore though his saddlebags, looking for tools necessary to preform an emergency tracheotomy, the only operation he could think of that could save this guard's life. Pulling out a old lighter, a half-empty bottle of scotch, a straw, some masking tape, and quickly placing them next to him. Cura ran a mental checklist of what still needed, I still need something to make the incision as well as something to stop any possible bleeding. Scanning his surroundings, Cura felt time slow to a crawl, every little detail coming into focus greater than he thought previously possible, he searched for anything that could suit his needs. Locking on to the guard's spear only a few feet away, Cura swiftly reached out for it, pulling it alongside him. Now for the bandages, noticing the guard's cloak that was easy enough to acquire, using the spear to carefully cut the cloth into neat long strips. Ready to begin the procedure, Cura called for one of the guards to send help as he unbottled the scotch and while holding it in one wing, poured it on the spear, making sure to partially coat the metal tip. Hastily checking that the shaft was still dry, Cura placed the bottle to the side and grabbed the lighter. With a spark, Cura lit the tip on fire and patiently waited for the alcohol to burn off. With the alcohol burned away, Cura glanced once again towards the guard, his condition of worsening at a frightening pace. Now for the tricky part, Grabbing with the spear with both wings and steadying both himself and his patient to the best of his ability, Cura, with the skill of a practiced surgeon, carefully made an incision into the guard's trachea under his previous injury. In the back of his mind, Cura realized that to anypony nearby, it would seem as if Cura was trying to kill the guard but he didn't care. With blinding speed, he threw the spear to the side and grabbing the straw, inserted in with the guard's airway, allowing the guard to finally breath once again as Cura used to both the makeshift bandages and tape to secure the straw and stem any bleeding. Giving one last check to ensure he had done everything correctly, Cura let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and fell to his haunches, relieved and exhausted. It was done.
  6. Still doubtful about the King's words about demons, Cura patiently observed as the white unicorn drew a deck of rather unusual cards and after showing that there were no duplicates of any one card. Raising a brow in integument, Cura watched as the unicorn began to manipulate the deck, cards spiraling around in an impressive display as the unicorn shuffled the deck. However, Cura's interest rose as a card was placed face down in front of him. Upon its reveal, Cura couldn't resist as a strange feeling began creeping upon him, as if the the golden-haired Changeling on the card was beckoning him to touch the card. His mind strangely becoming calm and at ease, Cura slowly started to raise his hoof when the card was withdrawn into the deck, its effects immediately beginning to dissipate. However the feeling show returned as the card was drawn again, intensifying even when five cards were drawn from the deck. He even could have sworn one of the Changelings waved her hoof for him to come closer before the cards were withdrawn into the deck. Shaking his head as the effects stopped, Cura noticed that his hoof was now resting a few spaces away from where the cards once were. Was that the power of the Tarot? He thought as he quickly withdrew his hoof to his side again. Taking note of his surroundings once again, he managed just in time to witnessed the horrid transformation of the World card before the white unicorn was suddenly sent hurtling across the room and the room was plunged into darkness. Stuck off-guard, Cura struggled to regain his bearings as the sounds of a scuffle broke out, ending with the fading sound of galloping hooves as the light reemerged. Scanning around the room, he quickly spotted three ponies laying on the floor. One, a guard, was rather obviously dead. Another was clutching his throat with an expression of pure terror upon his face. The last was in a help against one of the walls. Noticing that ponies were rushing to the one near the wall first, Cura galloped towards the terrorized guard. Reaching the guard, Cura leaned over him and calmly spoke, barely noticing Wilhelm's own inspection as he attempted to get a response from the guard, " Hey, how you doing? Can you hear me? I need you move your hooves away from your neck so I can see the damage. Nod your head if you understand." I need to move that guard's hooves otherwise I will not be see the extent of the damage. @@Orion Caelum,@@Once In A Blue Moon,
  7. Giving a look that some confuse with one of shock, Cura could only stare in disbelief at the King's words, Is he serious?! I know that's he's the King and all but does he realize just how unbelievable that sounds? Much to his amazement, most of the ponies around him only seemed to look as if this was already common knowledge. One across the room, a zebra, even asking if it was possible to save the fallen princesses as another asked if they were similar to 'mutants' . Puzzled to say the very least, especially at the mention of 'mutants' by the mare, Cura decided to at least give the King the benefit of the doubt as Cura cleared his throat and asked, his words tinged with a hint of doubt, " Excuse me, but what exactly did Princess Twilight unleash at Ponyville? My own knowledge on the matter is next to nothing? Also, I know that I was touched by this 'Tarrot' and given some sort of power but could you explain further what exactly is this power?" @@Once In A Blue Moon,
  8. Giving a long sigh, Cura lifted his head from his hooves, sure that he had misheard the guard's words, at least he thought he did. Never once had any of the guards a been as polite had that one had just been and frankly, it added to his confusion. When did I become so important? His curiosity beginning to peak from the oppressive mood the situation had put him he followed the guard quietly, taking note of the ponies around him as was they walked though the castle halls. These are the same ponies from the bus, what do they have to do with this? Rising a brow, Cura continued trotting calmly, barely betraying the flood of nervous emotions within him until they reached a room occupied primary with a massive map of Equestria. That however only held his gaze for a few short moments until he noticed the room's important occupant, the very king himself. To be completely honest, the king a little less imposing than he expected, though he blamed that on the rumors that he would hear about the king in the university. He looked far from a pushover however, his worn but polished armor as well as the scar tracing around his throat revealing that he was no stranger to battle. What Cura Breeze's attention the most was the King's eyes. From an early age, Cura had always had a knack for reading ponies, often getting a good idea of a pony based on their gaze alone, and what he saw from that one gaze was of a pony that had grown old before his time; a witness to sights that no pony should ever have to see. Though beyond that he saw the gaze of a pony that would sacrifice anything if he thought it was for the greater good. All that however, pasted in a moment as the King's question drew him back to reality. Tarrot, what is a Tarrot? He was about to voice his question when the mare next to him spoke. Her answer, contrasting completely with the current situation, caused him to knicker silently from the seer audacity of it. Quickly recomposing himself, Cura turned to the King and said, " My king, like I'm sure the mare was asking; who or what exactly is a Tarrot?" @@Once In A Blue Moon,
  9. Please! Someone let me out, she's so cute she's going to give me a heart attack!
  10. @@Orion Caelum Cura's curiosity began to wane as he observed the rest of the group until he spotted a strange sight indeed. Is that...Dr. Winter, no it can't be? Why would a widely-renown astronomer and scientist have to do with this? Whatever it may be, I'm sure that Dr. Winter at least has some idea why the king wants us here. I have to speak with him. With his goal in mind, Cura began to politely weave his way through the group of ponies, reaching within a few feet of the Doctor when he was interrupted by an announcement from what Cura assumed to be the head guard on site. "Alright, don't cause any trouble, answer any questions you are asked honestly and tell the questioners everything you think is relevant, and this will be over quickly, and you can all go back to your parties," This was quickly followed by the guards herding them onto the nearby bus, preventing Cura from catching the doctor's attention as he was forced into the end opposite of his goal. Sitting down, Cura sat in silence the rest of the trip, his mind enraptured by his own thoughts to pay much attention to the change in scenery until the as the bus roughly came to a stop, causing him to bang his head against the seat in front of him. " Ow!" he exclaimed, bringing up a hoof to rub his head as he gave a silent curse to the driver. The curse however died as he glanced outside, realization of where he was striking him fully as the other ponies and him were herded off the bus. I-I didn't think they be taking us here. He mental stuttered as he took in his surroundings, after all, Canterlot castle was now a far cry from what it used to be under the sister's rule, with intimidating barely scratching the surface of the atmosphere that the castle seemed to produced. Nervously shuffling forward with the rest of the group deeper into the castle, Cura tried his best to stare ahead, only taking short glances to the frenzy of activity that seemed to fill the castle until they were finally placed within some sort of waiting room, if the decor and furnishings were anything to go by. Noticing that most of the guards escorting them seemed to have left, Cura quickly took a seat in a nearby chair. Holding his head in his hooves, Cura retreated into his thoughts. Oh, you really have yourself in over your head this time and worst yet, something tells me that this is just the beginning. He was so caught up with his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that he was sitting next to Dr. Winter himself, the pony that minutes ago he was so eager to speak with.
  11. Just going to take the time to say merry Christmas to all you wonderful people out there

  12. For all the festivities in Canterlot, the group of students currently surrounding Cura Breeze were quite the odd sight indeed. Instead of enjoying the return of the sun, an occurrence once so common, they stood huddled together, with only sporadic whispers erupting through the silent and apprehensive group.The air surrounding filled with soft undertones of fear and confusion as they stood just outside the university, the shock of their detainment beginning to wear off after waiting for so long. Within that group stood Cura, sitting silently as he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of sun for a few brief moments before the sound of an approaching bus drew his attention. Opening his eyes and closing the medical textbook he had been reviewing to pass the time, Cura stood up and turned to the bus as it reached the university and stopped just a short distance away from the group of huddled ponies. Watching as the King's guards quickly surrounded the bus and its occupants, Cura could only guess they were being detained as well. What could be so important that the 'King' has the Household Calvary of all ponies to detaining everypony? I just don't see what detaining a bunch of students could accomplish and the fact that all guards say is that we're wanted for questioning makes me even more confused. Maybe these ponies from the bus have something to do with it? Looking once again to the bus's occupants, Cura found them being lead towards towards him and the rest of the students, though one in particular, a small white earth pony caught his attention. She stared unblinking at the group and Cura could almost feel her eyes locking on him, studying him for what felt like an eternity before looking away, sending a shiver down Cura's spine that he couldn't explain. Let's just hope the rest of the group isn't like her. He thought as he turned his gaze to the rest of the approaching group.
  13. Sadly I would have to say none, if for nothing else than for how weird it would be.
  14. Cura had quite a few concerns about as he heard the plan take shape. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, he voiced his concerns, " All of these ideas sound great and all but I think we may have overlooked quite a few problems here.First," he turned to the bat pony, " how exactly are you going find the right pipe and even presuming you do, how safe are they. For all we know they could be pouring acid down those pipes." his voice filling with rising skepticism, he turned to address the others, " If you plan to have us play as captives, how are we going to sneak in our equipment, if we're going to at all? It's not like they're going to believe you captured us if we come armed to the teeth. Lastly, do we all realize this may only work once? I doubt M.E.C.H. is going to fall for this twice."
  15. Giving the door a buck out of frustration, Cura sat down and pondered at his predicament. There's no way I breaking through that door anytime soon. Closets like this were precisely designed to prevent unauthorized access without the proper key and who knows where that is. Guess I better start looking. Hopping back onto his hooves, he turned with determination back down the decayed hall and spotted Lektra tearing her way calmly up to him, pushing aside debris and rusted equipment that Cura had painstakingly avoided only few minutes before. Dumbfounded, he stared, wide-eyed in amazement, as she stopped next to him and examined the door next to him. "You need this opened?" she asked, referring to the door. Cura only dumbly nodded. " Fortunately it's made of metal." she stated as she turned back to the door. Was that to me o-Cura's mental questioning was interrupted as Letkra in one fell swoop, tore the door from its rusty hinges, with the sound of crushing metal soon filling the hallway as she crushed it into a small ball. As Cura could have sworn his jaw fell to the floor as he observed the display. his mind struggling to comprehend how easily she disposed of his once imposing obstacle. Finally, after what seemed like an entirety,one thought entered his mind. Damn.... her question however, that snapped him out of his stupor, causing him to remember the reason that they were here in the first place. " Um...Yea." he stated, regaining his composer as he began searching through the closet, taking anything that could serve of use later on and placing it in his saddlebags, " I don't know about this about this Gala but if you're referring to the bat pony he should be fine. He only sustained a relatively minor concussion and slight swelling, he should be fine in a few days, though he should be thankful for that helmet he was wearing, without it, it would have been much worst." A few minutes later he emerged from the closet, his saddlebags noticeably bigger and said, " I think that's about all that we'll need, lead the way." following Lektra as she lead them, tearing through anything in their path, back to the others. @@bronislav84,
  16. Stepping over the scrap heap that may have once being a wheelchair, Cura continued making progress towards the supply closet. As he made his way though, he couldn't help but remember this hallway used to be. It was so vibrant, always full with doctors, nurses, and the occasional injured pony, all with a purpose. What stuck him most was the silence. It had never been this quiet. There was always the sound of the hushed conversation or the occasion groan of the wounded, though now there was nothing expect the sound of his hooves on the cracked tile floor. Shacking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, Cura continued making his way forward. Just focus on getting the supplies...nothing else matters. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the supply closet. However, he quickly discovered it was locked. Muttering a curse under his breath, Just my luck, it's locked.
  17. Cura had quickly followed one of my unicorn companions as he magically lifted the bat pony into the shattered entrance of the aid station, with one wooden door shattered, pieces scattered along the ground,while another hung plastered to the side, barely on its hinges. Making sure that the unicorn properly placed the bat pony on one of the empty hospital beds that littered the hallways, Cura pushed the bed into the nearest room he could find. Cura quickly discovered it to be one of the old patient recovery rooms as he stepped through the entrance. The room was in far from in good condition as various cracks were visible along the walls and ceiling. Two windows were also on the opposite side of the room, though they were boarded up, with only a small amount of light filtering through the gaps in the boards. If that wasn't enough, a dirt and grime laid in a thick layer over everything in the room. It'll do. Ignoring that however, Cura placed the Bat pony on the opposite side of the room and after checking over him once more, looking for a change in his condition. Finding him stable, Cura quickly left the room thinking to himself, Now that I have him stabilized I have to get as much supplies out of here as possible before the androids come back in force. The supply closet should have everything I need. Turing onto a flight of stairs, Cura trotted upwards, heading towards the supply closet located in the middle of the second floor. However, the hallway was a mess. Overturned wheelchairs were scattered around the hallway with fallen I.V. stands barring Cura from his goal. Slowly, Cura began to make his way though the destruction, focusing solely on the reaching the closet lest the memories of this place once again resurface. It was only Lektra's question that caused him to pause. Turning back towards her he stated, " If there's any food left it should back downstairs near the mess area. Just look for a sign back in the entrance, it should point you in the right direction.Though be careful, this hospital was already abandoned before the bots and all of this hasn't done much to help."
  18. As the battle raged on around, Cura Breeze focus was solely on his patient as he finished disinfecting the wound. Ok, now for the hard part, the stitches...Discarding the rest of the bloodied gauze, he reached into the first aid kit and withdrew a small needle along with a metal thread that was specifically enchanted to aid in the healing process and using his wings, quickly threaded the thread through the needle. Now came the hardest part as he began the intense process of carefully stitching the wound close. As he worked, sweat slowly falling down his brow has he used his wings to stitch the wounds close. He progressed steadily, barely noticing the debris flying pass him as he focused solely on the job at hand. Finally, after what felt to Cura like an eternity, he finished the last of the stitching as he cut the thread using his teeth. Not exactly the most sanitary way but it'll have to do for now. Tossing the needle and the remaining thread back into the kit, he prepare for the final step. Ok, now just need to bandage the wound and we'll be set. He thought as he grabbed the roll of bandages laying next to him and quickly wrapped the wound. As he finished, He swiftly packed up his supplies and rising back onto his hooves he turned to the others and said, " One of you need to help me get the bat pony inside the aid station, we'll be better off in there."
  19. Finally reaching the unconscious bat pony, Cura attempted to gentle remove the helmet as he dropped his saddlebags the ground. Unfortunately, it appeared the helmet refused to come off. Giving one more attempt to remove it, he found it stubbornly remained put. Gently placing the bat pony's head back into the ground, he searched for the helmets releasing method, only to find nothing. I'm losing valuable time, There's got to be a way to get this helmet off! he thought urgently as he tried to think of a way to remove the helmet. After a few seconds a solution suddenly struck him. The goggles! Spinning around, dug into his saddlebags and quickly retrieved the goggles, his vision filling turning to a slightly blueish tint as the HUD came online. Scanning on the armor, Cura finally found what the release mechanism, a small button along the left side of the bat pony's neck. Upon pressing it, a small hiss came from the helmet as it folded onto itself and retracted into the rest of the armor. Finally! He thought in relief as he scanned the pony's head, the goggles quickly locating and labeling his injury, as box with the words blunt force trauma as the goggles focused on the back of the head. Gently rolling the bat pony onto his stomach, Cura moved the goggles to his forehead to examine the injury with his own eyes. On the back of the pony's head a noticeable amount of swelling was beginning to form, with blood slowly leaking out of the wound. Small amount of bleeding along with swelling in the wound, he should be fine. The swelling should go down in a few hours if I can find something cold to place on the wound and with some stitches the bleeding should stop. Though unfortunately, he going to have at least a minor concussion. He was still lucky since it appeared the helmet absorbed most of the force. Pulling out one of the first aid kits, a bottle of disinfectant, and a roll of bandages, Cura began treating the bat pony's wound. Creaking open the first aid kit, he pulled out some of the gauze and using the disinfectant, he cleaned as much blood as possible out of the wound. Discarding the bloody gauze, he paused and turned to Lektra and shouted, " I'm going to need five minutes, can you get me that?" @@bronislav84,@@Drago Ryder,
  20. Well when I had asked them for a plan of action I didn't think they just go in guns ablaze. Cursing under his breath, Cura leap from his cover and began making a beeline for the aid station, trying to avoid as many of the androids a possible, especially the draconian one. Now every robot in the town's going to be after us now, which means we have maybe ten minutes before we get overrun. At least Lektra's doing a number on the dragon. He noted as he watched the draconian android become surrounded by her magical aura, causing it to begin moving erratically. Eventually, it finally collapsed as Cura reached the aid station, though he could have swore it said something as it crumpled to the ground. adrenaline coursing through him and a he prepared to though he could had swore it said something as it did. Whatever it was, it was enough to grab the bat pony's attention as stared at the body, unaware of the machine sneaking up behind him. " Look out!" Cura cried, but it was too late as the machine stuck the bat pony in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious, and began galloping away. No! Taking to the air, Cura took off after the robot, determined not stand by as another pony was taken in front of him. However, the pegasus mare was faster, managing to close the distance quicker than anything he had ever seen and attempting to deliver a punishing buck to the bot. Though he wasn't able to see if it connected as he focused on flapping his winger harder to close the distance.
  21. Seeing the others quickly agreeing with him, Cura replied, " Alright, though on the way there we're going to pass near the center of town so stay close to me and stay out of sight." As he finished, he began to trot off deeper into the ruins of Ponyville. He did so cautiously however, sticking to the alleyways as much as he could and when they ended, would quickly peer out, checking for the machines that continued to patrol the vacant streets, before galloping as fast as he could to the other side before checking again and signaling for the group to follow. Using this method, Cura had managed to almost reach his destination when a problem rose up as he turned into another alley. One of the cottages had collapsed, burying the alleyway and the hidden entrance to the aid station beside it under a small mountain of rubble. Though luckily, it appeared the cottage aside from it had still and better yet, the rubble had create a way for them to enter without leaving the protection of the alley. He briefly hesitated, a small amount of dread rising in him before he began to make his way to the cottage, mindful of his step lest he cause this one to collapse as he entered what looked to family room; though Cura, focusing solely on finding a through the cottage, ignored the scattered and destroyed furniture as well as the dusty picture frames that hung along the walls, the sole clues to who may have once lived within this cottage. Exiting the family room, he made his way through a hallway littered with dust and scattered personal belongings, trying not to think of what happened to those who may have once lived here. Turning the corner, Cura exited the hallway and stepped into the remains of what may have once been a kitchen, though with a massive hole marred with scorch marks in one of the walls, and finally laid his eyes on a place he had hoped he would never see again. Across the street, separated from all lay the building once know as Ponyville General hospital, though Cura quickly dived back as he noticed what looked like at least a ten androids that stood in the street between them and the hospital. Turning back to face the group, hoping that they had all followed him this far, he said, " We may have a small problem. It appears what may be at least ten of those blasted machines are between us and the only way to the aid station. Anypony have any ideas?" @, @@Drago Ryder, @@bronislav84,
  22. Hearing Lektra's warning, Cura Breeze decided it was best to leave the vault, least he be locked in by mistake. Either way, the goggles will help me more than enough, well if I can learn to control them that is... Trotting out of the vault, an idea stuck Cura Breeze as he begin to make his way out of the cottage. Since we're already in Ponyville and have no real destination planned for the moment...maybe I can convince the others to help scavenge whatever's left behind at Ponyville general hospital. Though at the thought of the hospital, memories of the previous day's events threatened to resurfaced to plague his mind once more, though he shook his head, dismissing them. I can't let what happened there cloud my judgement.That hospital contains valuable medical supplies that could extremely benefit in the future...it's just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Finally exiting through the hole that used to be the front door, Cura discovered the rest of the group waiting. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Cura began to address the group, " Look I don't know where you guys plan to head next, but if there's time we could head an abandoned aid station that's located nearby; because at the current moment, I don't have sufficient medical supplies to treat a serious injury and I know for a fact that we could scavenge some supplies there." @@bronislav84,@@Midnight_Aurora, @@Drago Ryder,
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