Twinkfeather

@@Pripyat Pony, "that was...actually some quick thinking" there was a deafening crash behind them and the ground shook a timy bit as the train carrying the troops plummeted to the bottom of the ravine. No doubt there would be a lot of casualties. He dusted himself and began walking. "We had better get going, more will be coming and i'm not keen to stick around for when they do...besides I have things to do tomorrow"

@@Pripyat Pony, (I feel like you're over reaching with your magic a bit, not my call, but still) He flew over, not exactly in a stable Hover, but managing not to crash or fall. He attached the explosive to one of the beams and pressed the button on it, It was made to be a 10 second delay. After 10 seconds the C4 blew, shaking the area a little and kicking up clouds of dust and dirt as well as throwing splintered wood everywhere. When the air cleared, the bridge was still in one piece but the center support as well as a good portion of secondary supports were gone. At this point the bridge would probably collapse under a car, and it was certainly no longer fit to bear the weight of any locomotive.

@@Pripyat Pony, Twinkfeather kept pretty quiet until they got to the bridge, looking down at the drop "Now probably isn't the best time to tell you, but i'm a really bad flier" he paused for a second thinking "I don't suppose you could make one side of the C4 sticky so that I can stick it to toh support beams? And maybe a blast shield around it to focus the blast? If you can't we'll have to work with what we have, i'm sure I can find a way to tie it on"

@@Pripyat Pony, "Nice, I guess we'll have to keep it down from now on then" he put the C4 into a knapsack he was carrying as they marched up the track, knowing the distance they'd be walking for several hours and might not even get back to Canterlot before sunrise. He trudged onward.

@@Pripyat Pony, "I can take care of myself" he got up from his seat behind the bushes but stayed crouched, motioning Clover over "We are to blow up the tracks, however if we do it here it'll be more difficult because of the extra security, not to mention pointless since the train can stop a hundred meters short" Twinkfeather looked around, obviously a tiny bit paranoid "One hundred meters is nothing to these scum, they're military; what we need to do is head about twenty five klicks up the track to the trestle bridge and lay the explosives there"

@@Pripyat Pony, Twinkfeather Was sitting in the bushes, plain sight for anyone not in the station. His Mossberg was tucked under his left wing, completely out of sight. The C4 however was packed in a box beside him. He looked up, a slight surprise showing on his face "You're late, I was about to leave"

Anyone up for a game? server is empty right now other than me

I agree, but they aren't currently in a position to create one at the moment, and having dabbled in web and app design before, that is a disappointing, albeit understandable problem.

I Know the site isn't well configured for mobile, and I understand that you guys don't currently have the resources to make a mobile app, but I honestly think the site works perfectly on mobile...except for one thing. I thoroughly enjoy roleplaying and sometimes in the thread it's difficult to remember who is talking to who and easy to overlook someones post, so most of the time when whatever site i'm roleplaying on has it, I use the equivalent of your mention button. I've discovered that when using this ite on a mobile device, the only way to utilize the mention function is to type out the command. Could we get a button put in? possibly beside the quote button?

Tf2 server you says? Ready to charge I says I main scout, pyro, and medic.

(Greasy? How dare thee!) Twinkfeather jumped at the voice, pulling his maverick from under his wing and aiming it at the filly . In a second he realized that the filly was his friend and dropped his aim. "Sorry sbout that, you scared me. I'm guessing you are here to help me blow up the tracks?" He dropped the C4 at her feet "they didn't package in the proper detonator, so I'm going to guess you have it" He didn't really know if he could trust her, but he did know that he had the advantage with her standing right next to him and him wielding a shotgun. He didn't ask questions, despite his mind teeming with them. "The guard at the station is too heavy, and if we blew the tracks here, they'd just stop short and march a 200 more feet than normal. There is a large trestle bridge about 11 miles down track from here, I think that would be our best target"

@,@, @@Pripyat Pony,@,@@Midnight_Aurora,@, (Okay, i'm having trouble figuring out who is supposed to joining me in the Canterlot railway station to blow it up, i'm here waiting and a few people have dropped by the station, but not interacted. Can someone please help me out here, because I have no clue as to why i'm still sitting here in the bushes)

Furry here, mildly interested in ponies.

@, (I don't know how to use the mention function on mobile) Twinkfeather made his way to the station, his mossberg tucked under his left wing, and the rabbit mask on his face, he had put a bandage on his flank, after all there weren't many ponies his age with a blank flank. Arriving, he his in the bushes in front of the station, they didn't tell him where exactly to meet his partner, and the station had more guard than usual tonight. It was 10:45. He decided to give it 30 minutes before leaving.

6:17 am, April 24th, canterlot, equestria twinkfeather woke up in the shop, he ran a small file very company, but since the changelings took over all his employees had quit, died, or been imprisoned. He had to sell his small house in order to keep his business, and his food supply, afloat. He got up and made himself a cup of coffee, noticing that he probably had enough grounds left for two more days. the machine burbled away, with him slumped on the counter in front of it when a blinking light in the corner caught his eye. "Oh, it's the answering machine...probably another debt collector." He deleted the message without listening to it. After his coffee finished brewing he headed into the parcel room and began sorting the boxes, preparing for that days dilevery. A lot more packages than envelopes had been coming through lately, and there was an uptick In business in the past few months. Sure the increased business was great, but it was getting to be too much to handle alone, while simultaneously not being enough income to hire another Pegasus. "There we go, just six more boxes to sir-" his words were cut short by a small avelabche of boxes coming in through the drop box. he frowned and began sorting again. Another seventeen boxes in and he came across something odd. A package with his name on it, stamped and everything. "Tha hell? Every pony knows I run this business, why not just give it to me during opening hours?" He looked guiltily at the rest of his unfinished sorting before heading over to a full body mirror. "I have a package here for a Mr.Twinkfeather?" He looked his reflection up and down, checking himself out. "Oh, why thank you sir, might I say you're looking very sexy this morning" his reflection blushed, hoofing at the ground nervously "aw thanks, can you sign here?" He signed the clip board and set the parcel down "I'm afraid I don't have any bits to pay you, but if you come in for a minute I'm sure we could work som-" he shook his head and turned back to his package, grabbing a box cutter and opening it , at the top of the package there was a note. "You will meet a pony tonight at 11 at the canterlot station, together you will sabotage the tracks and cut off troop transport, this is your first assignment, after completion you will recieve your next on your answering machine" He looked in the box, under the note was a rabbit mask, and under that was a small box. He opened this one as well, and inside there was an odd grayish lump. "This looks like..." He put it in a scanner that had been mandatorily installed after the changelings came into power. The lilt ticked green, now was the time to freak out. "Who the hell sends me C4? I can't blow up a railroad! But why-" he looked at the mask, frowning. The money from his house was running our, and despite the uptick in business, he was still hemoraging bits by the week. Another three months and he'd be on the street. He delivered the days packages and returned to the office to take a nap. Twinkfeather woke up at 10 and headed out with a mask, a lump of C4, and a baseball bat.

"unless....we may be able to use a pegasus zombie for it, but if I get infected, you guys are free to use me to make a reflection, just make sure you kill me after...also how does the imperfect reflection work?" he continued welding all the pieces together as broken cut them, though he looked far away in deep thought

"ever considered modifying them to accept a different fuel source? And if that isn't possible what process is used to make an imperfect reflection? there may be ways to modify the process" he began welding the trapezoid into place. (filler filler filler)

Philipe finishes drawing out 5 trapezoid panels and pentagon with a circle in the middle "a threat to you? how? maybe I can help, and I know you've been brushing everyone else off, about it, but try to trust me? I'm pretty good with machines" he plopped down on top of the metal blocking broken from cutting it until he explained.

"I got tools to cut it...as for setting the chimney, that's what the winch is for...well also moving the Anvil" he looked around "so are you sure you want to cut it?" he started drawing on the metal with a bit of chalk he had found in the wrench tool bag "I have the tools to cut the metal"