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  1. @Illiad Easle (New Las Pegasus) The rumbling stomach of Arcade, actually got a smirk, and a small, snorting laugh out of Null. It were just so perfectly timed, that even she couldn't let it get past her, however briefly. Up until that part, she had followed him as he pointed out the various things that caught his eyes. In regards to the foals, she agreed that it were a good sign that they could wander freely and play, without parental supervision. As such, she'd nod to this observation, and file it down in her mind for now, as something worth telling the ambassadors about when they got back. Then came the changelings. She did indeed recognize the female one of the singing duet before, though she weren't sure what were going on. Not entirely anyway, though considering the way that one seemed to be caring for the other one, whose shaking subsided once he were given one of the bags she were carrying around with... Best bet would be that she were feeding him, or that he were some sort of addict. Considering they were changelings, and the way the bags looked, she were putting her coins on the former. it made more sense, and like the musical siblings had said, they were helping others of their kind around town. This were likely something worth mentioning too, for two reasons. 1. It would inform the ambassadors that these two seemed as genuine as they had presented themselves thus far. And 2, it might be of some use to them, if they had more changelings all around town. What if they had some in the slum, who knew how that worked, and who to watch out for? A few in this district, who knew the safe routes? Maybe even some in the upper layer, who had made it big? There might be an untapped intelligence network to plug into here, if they went at it the right way. And then there were the vendor, who seemed to need a little something to get going, and had indeed been her first choice to go through honestly, had Arcade not let out the bells of hunger. "Yknow, you can just say that you're hungry, and want to try actual food, instead of whatever swill you've been given. But yeah, let's go there and see what's on offer. Might as well bring some culinary tips back with us anyway." "We will, thank you." Hard working mare, who talked to them like any regular pony, and gave them the info they needed right away? Null saw no issues with her, and had no problem talking politely back at her. A minor pro of having done so much work in the shop back in Troy, were that she had gotten some minor customer service training. She weren't all smiles and giggles, but she could be polite to some, if they were respectful towards her as well. Though at the start, she did almost throw a vase at someone. In her defense though, they were asking Void why she let her foal play with knives at her age. Those were fighting words. Looking at the list of baked goods, Null would look for something with a sour or bitter taste. Like lemon cake, pine bread, that sort of thing. Completely sugary things were mostly fed to Void when they grew up, so Null had gotten a preference for the bitter, sour things that she had forcefed herself for a long time, whilst lying to her sister and say that she preferred that. She'd have liked some of the good stuff too, but there were usually not a lot to go around with, and she had wanted Void to get a chance at growing up as best as she were able to. So she gave her the best food - sometimes, the only food, if times were really tough - and tolerated what were left. Eventually, she supposed she just got used to it enough that sugary things actually tasted a little bland and annoying to her these days, and you'd find her chomping down on a raw citrus, if she had the choice over an apple, any day. It were just usually harder to find. "So. seeing anything you like yet?" She had about sixty-seventy bits on her. Not a lot, but she had felt like she knew how to survive on her own well enough to not need a ton out in the world, and figured that Void needed the most of it for the shop, and their little new sibling. So she had just taken an amount that felt like it'd do in a pinch, and been on her way. A bite here shouldn't be the thing to ruin her, unless things had inflated wildly in this town, to the point where Bits were essentially worthless. (Troy) "Not a zebra, no. They tend to r-rhyme a lot more when they give advise. We thought it was a unicorn, though I think she might have been a kitsune. She kept staying at a distance, and looking at us in a strange way, that regular ponies doesn't normally do. Might be I just overthought it though. Not a l-lot of them outside Neighpon. or at least not solitary ones. Just something that struck me as odd with her, that rang a bell when we later ran into some kitsune who wanted to have their f-fun with us. At least they were kind about it, even if we ended up feeling like pets in a zoo, after they tricked us into that e-enclosure. Or I guess, a reservation of sorts? I mean, we were fed at least, they kept their distance, and when b-big sis found a way out of the labyrinth they had set around the area, they let us leave fair and square. They're a weird species." The large fox creatures were masterful tricksters and illusionist, which made them formidable opponents by most creatures who encountered them, but they were still a somewhat kind species. Provided you were not some poacher attempting to get some of their kits. Even considering harming their kits, could be picked up on, by some of their guards - since mind reading weren't an uncommon spell to teach the more advanced of them, to help distinguish who to trust and not - and the retaliation would be swift and brutal. Allegedly, anyway. Far as she knew, those she heard off that would dare to do such a thing, tended to disappear, and never be seen or heard from again. A small jolt went through Void as the worker suddenly started talking to her, as she had been focused on looking at what Vale and Pen were up to, and hadn't even noticed him approaching. "O-Oh, I uhm... That means... S-Sorry, got a bit frazzled there for a moment. I think structurally, the place is safe? You probably checked to make sure the walls, floor and ceiling were all nice and safe solid, so uhm... Furniture... They have places to sleep, so that's good. They got a place to sit too, right? And a place where they can see f-food being prepared for them? Like a small kitchen area? I'm sorry if it seems to be a l-little much to ask sir, just... Trying to make them feel as welcome as they can be, and show them that t-they don't have to worry about us serving them something bad."
  2. @Lucid_Nightlight "I'm not gonna bite you. I have a pickle!" Rose's argument were hard to go against. She did indeed have a pickle, and as had been established before - as well as easily viewable now - her voracious appetite for the things, would overrule her want to bite other things. Which were probably for the better, considering her teeth could pretty much tear through anything. She weren't a shard of destruction for nothing, though currently, her whole thing were focused on eating the pickle. Which were going rather quickly, by the little pixie. It were like watching a cartoon piranha. Anomaly in the meantime, unearthed herself fully, and stomped on the ground, which caused a sign saying *Faker!* to drop down and hang over Lucid's head. The strings on it seemed to be attached to one of the nearby clouds. "Boo, foul move. We need a better plot twist than that. I'm gonna say you're really a thirteen year old griffon girl with lots of freckles, and a third eye. See? Way better. What kind of silly thing do you have, writing your manuscript? One of t he hairless monkey things? They're bad at this stuff." ============================================================================ @Windy Breeze πŸ₯§ Oh dear, what were going on here? Did... Did they play too active of a role, and disturbed the memory? Were it all collapsing around them, and potentially the building with it, if it were that tainted with Autumn's psychokinetic energy? A possibility, and a bad one if it were, since having a building falling on you tended to be pretty harmful. Fatal even, if they got really unlucky, though even minor injuries in this area could end up being fatal. Y'know, on account that they didn't seem to be able to escape, and it were swarming with possessed beings. The scene around them didn't seem to get affected by this rumbling at all, so it weren't something that happened in the past it seemed. In fact, it seemed the place were already in pretty bad condition, as a part of it fell down very close to them, and made Sorrow jump back with a small *meep* sound. Just in time to see part of the wall being revealed, looking rather burned. As for the scene still being played out around them, she'd witness Razor going over and telling Autumn that they needed to leave. In a way that should make all the alarm bells ring for somepony, but apparently, it didn't make Autumn act any diff- Oh dear Celestia, this was... This was just wrong. Sorrow had seen a lot of things, when it came to ghosts. Various stages of decay, dismemberment, body contortion, etc. But the head twirling this much, to the point where you could hear the neck break, never sat right with her. It always rubbed her the wrong way, and it had thankfully been a while since she had seen this sort of thing in action. Go figure that this place would go ahead and hit on all the wrong notes. Since they had been spotted already, Sorrow would gulp down, and try to reason with the ghost again. Likely a futile effort, but she had to try something, or they'd be stuck here until they starved to death. "We're just trying to understad what happened, and help you get peace. You didn't deserve this Autumn. None of it." Be it her current stage as a rage-filled poltergeist, or that of a wife that meant so little to her husband, that a mere promise of bits made Razor cause her death, Autumn did not deserve what had happened to her. She deserved a good, long life, with somepony who cared enough about her to try and save her, rather than earn a profit from her misfortune. Yet sadly, that had passed, and the best they could do now, were to try and help her find rest, and then if Razor were still out there and alive, try and get him to face justice for what he did. Hopefully they'd find some evidence they could present the guards if it were. She didn't want to have to call on some of her less uhm... *moral* family members, to deal with this, unless there weren't a choice. =========================================================================== @EQ_Theta "And we are Sub Rosa, and Omen." Rosa would point at first himself, then Omen, who'd slowly rise a hoof and wave calmly towards Night Bloom. "Well, fancy meeting the lot of you then. Let's see what you all got when it comes to the games, and then try having a blast once you're all ready, eh?" She'd give them a big grin, and stand ready, as it were now Sen's turn to try his best at hitting her sensor. "It can get hectic, with all the dodging and shooting going on, along with the environment, but you're doing well. Some folks gets through and have to try a dozen times or so, before they get the first shot right. Three times really ain't bad, and you might be surprised to find that you could end up having pretty good aim in a panic. It gets instinctual for some folks at times, and if you got a hunting side, you might end up surprised at yourself. I'd give you some advice though: Don't try and worry about messing up. It's just a game after all. So just focus on the sensor, try and keep your feet on the moves, and don't loose your cool. I know I said some folks to well under a panic, but the majority does better with a calm mind." Ain't no reason not to try and encourage the players, and she were sure that Sen would get at least a few hits in while they were having a go at it. "Took a few more shots before you found your style, but I think you got what it takes too, Lin. You just don't seem to strike me as one of those who goes around chasing others, but more the kind who sets a base and wait for others to wander into her trap. You got a good aim when you're stationary. Might be something you can use to your advantage." A good *nest builder* so to speak, were a strong competitor in here too. Sure they eventually got figured out, and had to change positions at times, to avoid getting too predictable, but it were a valid strategy, that she had seen taken into use quite a few times. With varying degrees of success. "I've had a lot of practice in the art of hitting things, in various ways." He could have said more on the matter, but he did not want to cause alarm, nor oust himself around Night. Spies were not well liked, and from the consortium he had served under? There would be easier ways for him to deserve a beating than publicly admitting to that. Like say, setting fire to one of their way-shrines, or go put breezies in jars, and talk about selling them to the more backwater deer tribes out there. Neither of which he'd obviously do, but it were more to make a point that he brought this up in his mind. The point being that spies were unlikable, and he could not blame others for being resentful, if they found out about his past. Regardless, now it were Omen's turn to shoot, and she simply stood there for a while, looking at the item in front of her, not really doing much, before Night addressed her. "Is something wrong?" "Mother says we are not allowed to hurt others." "Well, your mom don't need to worry none. This here's just a bit of light. You'll hurt yourself more by jumping on a pile of leaves." "You have seen yourself Omen, that nopony is getting hurt. Here, let me show you a little more." Rosa would turn his shooter on his hoof, and fire on it three times. Each time, he'd be completely unscathed, and only feel a brief, light tingling. "See? Harmless." With that sorted, Omen would near the shooter of her own suit, and sniff it a few times, then bat it, just in case, before finally wrapping out about half a meter of her prehensile tongue, and wrapping it around it, so that she could carry the hooter in front of her. "Well, that's not something you see every day. Try a few shoots, and see if you can hit." It would take Omen a total of eleven shots before she hit the sensor. Most of them were her testing out how to press it, whilst keeping it stable enough for her to control. And once she finally hit the sensor, Night got a smile on spreading on her face. "See? You can do it. Just keep your aim up, and-" Another ball hit her sensor. And then another one, as Omen tested a few more times, whilst wandering slowly from side to side. "Well, seems like you got the gist of it. So, how about-" Another shot hit her, whilst Rosa had to lift a hoof up to stop himself from laughing. He weren't sure why, but just Omen continuing to do this, were rather amusing to him. "Okay, stop it, or we'll never get started. Geez. Anyway, just head through the entrance there, and stay in the purple marked area. It's big enough for a small group like yours to still have some distance, without making it hard to find one another. I'll be resetting your systems 30 seconds after you enter, so that's the amount of time you have to work with. Let's get cracking, eh?" She'd move to the side, and go over to the door that marked the entry. opening it, they could see the dim lights, hear the slight sounds of rustling bushes and wind coming from varied baubles hidden around the place, and some colored arrows on the ground, leading towards the right areas for whatever team would go in. As the purple group, they'd go to the right, where there'd quickly be three branching paths, with more arriving further inside. They'd also find that the entire area marked with purple, had small, purple baubles floating around every so often, as to not confuse the participants of where they were. Soon as they had all passed through the door, the timer would be set, and they best start getting spread. The game were about to begin. ============================================================================= @Rising Dusk Until he addressed it, the moth had simply fluttered around, not interfering with anything. It simply watched on, as the fillies played through this mishmash of places, that the detective's dreamscape had summed up. A street that never ended, yet had such variety, that one could reasonably expect to tell that it were not the same one. If the length of it alone did not speak enough of it already, which it should comfortably do. Comfort seemed to be a thing that played a role here. It didn't contain much in the way of darkness. It were pleasant, and seemingly innocent. A world seen through the lenses of a foal, who did not fear the world around him, but simply enjoyed himself in the now. When the ball were kicked up, and seemed to become the new sun, blazing its light upon the lands, the moth followed up to observe that, more than the foals beneath. It only switched away once the moon and the tapestry it seemed to show were brought into view, which were one that it would flutter around silently, up until a voice from the clouds had interrupted it, and it began to slowly move towards him. "𝕴 π–œπ–”π–“π–‰π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–‘π–”π–“π–Œ, π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–‰π–—π–Šπ–†π–’π–˜ π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ π–‹π–”π–‘π–‘π–”π–œ π–”π–“π–Š π–˜π–šπ–ˆπ– π–†π–˜ π–žπ–”π–š." The voice were like a breeze, wafting through the place, with no seeming point of origin. There were no malice in it, nor any real joy. It were light and somber. Thoughtful even, as if belonging to one who had much on their mind, and did theirs to approach it rationally. "π–‚π–Žπ–™π– π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–žπ–”π–š π–π–†π–›π–Š π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–™π–π–—π–”π–šπ–Œπ–, 𝕴 π–Šπ–π–•π–Šπ–ˆπ–™π–Šπ–‰ π–‹π–Šπ–†π–—. 𝕺𝖗 π–’π–†π–žπ–‡π–Š π–‰π–Žπ–˜π–•π–‘π–†π–žπ–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π–Œπ–—π–†π–“π–‰π–Šπ–šπ–—." The moth slowly got closer, and it's wings seemed to beat heavier and heavier with every inch it moved closer. "π–„π–Šπ–™ π–π–Šπ–—π–Š 𝕴 π–‹π–Žπ–“π–‰ 𝖆 π–’π–Žπ–“π–‰ 𝖆𝖙 π–•π–Šπ–†π–ˆπ–Š. 𝕬 π–‰π–—π–Šπ–†π–’ 𝖔𝖋 π–Žπ–“π–“π–”π–ˆπ–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‡π–Šπ–†π–šπ–™π–ž." A small amount of longing had entered the voice, as what sounded like a female, pondered over the things she were seeing. "𝕴 π–”π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–œπ–†π–“π–‰π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–‰π–—π–Šπ–†π–’π–˜ π–†π–˜ π–Šπ–‹π–‹π–”π–—π–™π–‘π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–‘π–ž π–†π–˜ π–†π–“π–ž. π•Ίπ–‡π–˜π–Šπ–—π–›π–Žπ–“π–Œ, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–Žπ–‹ π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–‰ π–‡π–Š, π–‡π–—π–Žπ–“π–Œπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–—π–Šπ–˜π–™ 𝖙𝖔 π–™π–π–Š π–œπ–Šπ–†π–—π–ž, π–œπ–π–” π–ˆπ–”π–šπ–‘π–‰ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–Šπ–˜π–ˆπ–†π–•π–Š π–™π–π–Š π–‰π–†π–—π–π–“π–Šπ–˜π–˜ π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Šπ–Žπ–— π–’π–Žπ–“π–‰. 𝕴 π–™π–π–”π–šπ–Œπ–π–™ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–’π–†π–žπ–‡π–Š, π–žπ–”π–š 𝖙𝖔𝖔 π–œπ–”π–šπ–‘π–‰ π–˜π–šπ–‹π–‹π–Šπ–— 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 π–™π–π–Žπ–˜, π–†π–‹π–™π–Šπ–— π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–žπ–”π–š π–œπ–Šπ–“π–™ π–™π–π–—π–”π–šπ–Œπ–. 𝕾𝖔 π–œπ–π–Šπ–“ π–™π–π–Š π–‡π–—π–Žπ–‰π–Œπ–Š π–œπ–Šπ–—π–Š π–”π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–’π–”π–—π–Š π–‘π–”π–œπ–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰, 𝕴 π–™π–π–”π–šπ–Œπ–π–™ π–žπ–”π–š π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–‰ π–’π–Š. 𝕴 π–œπ–”π–“π–‰π–Šπ–— π–“π–”π–œ π–Žπ–‹ π–žπ–”π–š π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–— π–‰π–Žπ–‰, 𝖔𝖗 π–Žπ–‹ π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–Žπ–˜ π–‡π–šπ–™ 𝖆 π–‘π–†π–žπ–Šπ–—, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–žπ–”π–š π–•π–‘π–†π–˜π–™π–Šπ–— 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖔𝖋 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 π–™π–π–”π–šπ–Œπ–π–™π–˜? 𝕬𝖓 π–Žπ–’π–•π–—π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–›π–Š π–‹π–Šπ–†π–™ π–Žπ–‹ π–Žπ–™ π–Žπ–˜. π•΅π–šπ–˜π–™ π–†π–˜ π–Žπ–™ π–Žπ–˜, π–Žπ–‹ π–žπ–”π–š π–†π–—π–Š π–˜π–Žπ–’π–•π–‘π–ž π–†π–‡π–‘π–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–‘π–Šπ–™ π–Œπ–” 𝖔𝖋 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–œπ–”π–—π–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‹π–Žπ–“π–‰ π–•π–Šπ–†π–ˆπ–Š π–Žπ–“ π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–˜π–‘π–Šπ–Šπ–•. π•Ήπ–Šπ–Žπ–™π–π–Šπ–— π–”π–•π–™π–Žπ–”π–“ π–Žπ–˜ π–˜π–”π–’π–Š 𝕴 π–π–†π–›π–Š π–˜π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–Žπ–“ 𝖆 π–‘π–”π–“π–Œ, π–‘π–”π–“π–Œ π–™π–Žπ–’π–Š." A minor vibration would pass through the air near the moth, as the somber voice kept talking. It would not affect the dream, nor present a magical threat of any kind, if Rising were to scour this presence for that. It were but a presence, unaffected by his dreams, up to and including, any attempts he'd make at dismissing, or wafting it away. It would continue towards him, unabashed and as unaffected as if you tried to fight a ghost, by smashing it with a lead pipe. "π–„π–Šπ–™, π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–˜π–Šπ–†π–‘, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–žπ–”π–šπ–“π–Œπ–Šπ–— π–Šπ–žπ–Šπ–˜ π–‹π–Šπ–‘π–‘ π–šπ–•π–”π–“. 𝕴𝖙 π–ˆπ–†π–—π–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ π–˜π–Šπ–’π–‡π–‘π–†π–“π–ˆπ–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–™π–π–Š π–•π–”π–œπ–Šπ–— 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 π–‰π–Šπ–Žπ–™π–ž. π•·π–”π–“π–Œ 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 π–œπ–”π–“π–‰π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ π–‡π–Š π–™π–π–Š π–—π–Šπ–†π–˜π–”π–“ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–™π–π–Žπ–˜, π–†π–˜ π–Žπ–™ π–™π–—π–†π–›π–Šπ–—π–˜π–Šπ–‰ π–™π–π–Š π–“π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ π–˜π–π–ž, π–ˆπ–”π–šπ–“π–™π–‘π–Šπ–˜π–˜ π–™π–Žπ–’π–Šπ–˜. 𝕴 π–π–šπ–˜π–™ π–‹π–Šπ–‘π–™ 𝖆 π–•π–—π–Šπ–˜π–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–†π–™π–™π–Šπ–’π–•π–™π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖙𝖔 π–—π–Šπ–†π–ˆπ– π–”π–šπ–™, π–‡π–šπ–™ π–‹π–Žπ–“π–‰π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖓𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍. 𝕯𝖔 π–žπ–”π–š π–π–“π–”π–œ π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–‘π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ π–‡π–Šπ–“π–Šπ–†π–™π– π–Žπ–™? 𝕺𝖗 𝖉𝖔 π–žπ–”π–š 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 π–šπ–•, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–•π–”π–“π–‰π–Šπ–— π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–π–†π–›π–Š π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–π–Žπ–‰π–‰π–Šπ–“?" =========================================================================================== @Catpone Cerberus Leviathan smirked a little at what Ruby were saying, about how hard it would be to teach the little one the Equine tongue. To it, she would reply with some snarls, growls, and three yips. Each of them with their own tone, seeming to indicate something with meaning had been expressed. "That is Diamond Dog tongue for *Be smart, much work. Worth time, yes.* They have a very rudimentary language, not focused much on structure of sentences, as much as getting the important details out. Like pack, food, and *My diamond!*. I grew up with that, but I learned equine over time, as many others in the pack did. I feel confident that I can use many of the same methods to teach him over time, and if there is one thing us dragons have, it is time." She'd watch as he fell down, and would nudge him a little, to make his sleeping position more comfortable, so that he didn't wake up with an aching body from the awkward position he had placed himself in. He'd have enough to deal with, without adding this on top of it. "As you said, he were doomed t die in your homeland. My guess is that the fear of that, as well as adrenaline, kept him pushing on and on, with every drop of energy he had. Might also explain why he got caught so easily in a random poacher's net. You'd think one who needs to be weary of their surroundings, to not get trampled by ones far larger than him, would be more aware of their surroundings. Normally, anyway. In any case, he's made it through the worst then, since he made it here. Now he just have to be nursed back to health, and get plenty of prey and water. Just like a certain dragoness I know of does. Or have your wound healed enough for you to no longer think you need to take it easy? Your movements throughout this, have seemed to be eased, compared to just a few hours ago." She'd turn it around and put the conversation towards Ruby instead, asking in to her health, rather than that of her younger brother. He were conked out and seemed exhausted, yet mostly alive and well. Ruby on the other hand, still had a rather big injury that Leviathan were worried about, and she wanted to ask into it a little. It seemed better though, when you looked at how mobile Ruby had been before, but it might be but a rouse, and she just tried to ignore the pain. ========================================================================== @Catpone Cerberus "Well yeah, but I know she's already thinking about it, and hehe doesn't seem like he wanna start something. So it's just a fun little joke, hehe. I doubt Agni would want you to be mad at him again. And I know a certain somepony who liked to keep her treats coming in." Ziggy reached over, and grabbed a chocolate muffin, then threw it up over her head, where Fah'lina would grab it on the way down, and start to munch down. The little thing had a surprisingly voracious appetite when she wanted to have it, and yet for some reason, she could last days without any sort of food, if need be. It just made her more lazy and groggy when it were. "Oh right, Nada said something earlier, before you two made a scene, Fah'lina. She said there had been another mimic here. Silvery, with a bow on her tail, and a necklace, I think?" The mimic would stop halfway through a bite, and nearly choke on what were already in her mouth, as she let out a surprise squeak at hearing this. She'd proceed to sniff around for a scene,t but with the fresh baking going on, it overruled the faint smell of another mimic wandering around the premise, rather easily. As such, she'd just with there, with her head in one of her paw, and seemingly be in deep thought, as her eyes were closed tightly shut. Her other hand still held the muffins, which she'd slowly eat through though. You didn't waste food. "That's that sorted. So, baking's done, everything's been washed up... Seems everything there have been taken care of too. What do you wanna do now? Anything I can get you? Or do you want a nap, maybe? It's important to get your sleep. Uuuh, or a swim, maybe? Serenade say I can't be in the pool, or the big fish with the sharp teeth will bite me, but it's apparently totally safe for mimics and sirens. Maybe mermaids too? I dunno, I haven't seen one of those before. I hear they have one up in Shark Bay though Maybe one day I can go up there, and see what they're like. Hehe, anyway, what sorta thing do you have in mind, Nada?" ========================================================================= @Catpone Cerberus The trickster didn't much care for finding more to eat now. It were well sustained for a period of time, and as such, could more easily focus on the task at hoof. That being, collecting some of the branches. As it were able to fly, it could safely fly in in theory, though the trees did seem to sway as it got nearer. Maybe they were unsure of this creature's intent? To try and go against this, Lyriel would take a hesitant step forward, and talk with the trees as best she could, seeing as she were deprived of the link that once made it quite simple for her to do this more directly. "Please, do not bring harm to them. We are not intent on hurting you, nor as much as brush against your saplings. We have been sent to collect fallen branches of your mighty stature, by a creature whom have infested this forest, and drawn us into her strange games. I beg of you, in the name of the Earth Mother to please give us a moment to do this, and prove that we are not here to cause harm. We only take what have been discarded, and this... Creature of nature, will swoop down on mighty wings, to ensure that no foot or hoof, are set near the young saplings." Lyriel went to her knees as she spoke of this, with her head hung, and front hooves lifted, in an attempt to appear more as if she were pleading their case, and for them to have a merciful stance towards their unfortunately timed intrusion. It looked somewhat pathetic, but provided that Scarecrow would try nothing, the trees seemed to give them a temporary chance, as the trickster quickly collected two branches, and flew out of the area. It did not wish to be on the wrong side of these trees, more than Scarecrow or Lyriel did. Afterwards, she'd go on to bend all her knees before the trees, in a deep bow, which had her forehead hitting the dirt near their area. "Thank you for your trust. I owe you greatly for your kindness." Afterwards, she'd try to scurry Scarecrow along, and they'd be joined up soon by the trickster. Who'd then flap over and put the stick down in front of them, before writing above them: Sorry for the time. Lunch found me. I won't need to drink again for a few weeks now." So at least it seemed to last long on a *tank*, so to speak. It also appeared to have better writing now, and the pyrite that were stuck in one of its eyes, seemed to have a certain spark to it. A rejuvenating snack, clearly, but they likely still had much to do in this scavenger hunt of theirs, so there'd be little time to focus fully on this. Best to simply take their prize, and be prepared for the next task in who knew how many were to come?
  3. @EQ_Theta Forgot that these sort of laser game things usually have a sensor on the back too, so uhm... Pretend that were already said, as I'm not sure how to put it in now, and said sensor is on a plate right on the back, sticking up some, to make it more possible to hit it. Also to avoid wing issues/easy coverage.
  4. @Illiad Easle (New Las Pegasus) Seems like they didn't need to fight this one, nor his goons after all, and actually got some interesting information out of him in the process. Depending on if Arcade kept track of Null as the conversation went along, he might even have noticed how she tensed up, and her eyes seemed to shoot lighting as The Grey were brought up, though she wouldn't bring it up himself if he didn't. She were busy keeping track of the ones right in front of them, and see if they were just doing a surprise attack or something. But no. They wandered off on their own alright, and left them behind with a bit of an ominous warning, and a look that seemed to beam at them that this were indeed not the last time they had run into them. Her current best bet? This one were one of the named enforcers for The Grey, and were either off to tell the coward that there were a potential troublemaker in town, or inform that one he had warned them to keep an eye out for, might be coming to town soon. Might be they were just a low rung gang too, of course, but being this close to her *father*, made her paranoid. And considering what he did, it were likely justified to be so. A few seconds ticked by as Null looked with narrowed eyes towards the alley the goons had wandered off into, before she relaxed the grip in her club, and turned to face Arcade again. "We can go. I wanted to know what sort of slum this place had, and I got my answer. It's too organized to be safe for the ambassadors, in any sort of way. Let's see how well sectioned off from this the inner city is. If it looks better, we'll find a safe route back to base from there." This started to seem more like the sort of place the ambassadors would like to go. Had some Equestrian vibes over it, better quality buildings, as well as citizens... So far, no noble had scoffed and told their accompaniment to chase them off either, so that was a plus. Though she did in a way, miss it. It had been a long time since she had been able to shout so profoundly and vile at a snobbish twerp like that, and there were something special about e grizzled look of horror and bafflement, over the sheer audacity it would take to call Them out, of all ponies. Might not be constructive, but anything to wipe the smirk off those beings faces, were a good investment of time. Though, they were likely all up top instead. The higher ranking ones liked to not just feel above all others, but physically be so, more often than not. At least in her experience, with varied creatures from around the world. Only a select few who felt like putting themselves at the level of *the lesser ones*. "Seems fine enough so far. Anything catching your eye?" In her current blind angle, a few things were visible. Like a shop owner drinking out of a flask, and looking like he had seen more sober days, whilst setting up his booth. Another being a group of younglings playing ball with what looked like roughly round sack, stuffed with hay. Whereas right where t hey had come from, in an alley, sat a changeling with his hooves over his head, shaking profoundly in the shade of the building, whilst one of the changelings from earlier stood at him and seemed to try and help him with something. Bling, from the looks of things, carrying a bunch of warm-looking, pink jelly with light green spots in it, down her sides, stuck together with roped to be easier flung over her back. It seemed she were offering one of said bags to the other changeling. (Troy) "Big sis and I barely had anything growing up on the road e-either. Just ourselves and a few things we stole or salvaged most of the time, along with all the c-cursed items we had to keep safe. It's not a life I'd wish for anyone, and especially not other foals. They d-deserve to feel loved, have a steady home, and know that the world isn't as bleak as it can s-sometimes seem. Like a seer that b-big sis and I once met said to us, before we departed: *We can't change the past. The best we can do, is try to learn from our mistakes, and do better when it is our turn.* I've thought about that a lot in r-recent days." Said seer had clearly had her own regrets, which might have included a situation somewhat like what happened when she stumbled over Null and Void, hiding in a ravine, from a bunch of guards who has chased them. They had been accused of stealing, even thought hat had been one of the times when they hadn't. They had just passed through, been accused, and suddenly chased after. It were like their words meant little, compared to the shifty dealer who rose his voice towards them. The seer had helped them, and told them where to go, to get out alive, and shared a few words with them before they departed. Her final ones here, had sometimes rung around Void's head, but in recent days, it had just gotten stronger, now that she felt like there were things to ponder, regrets to be had, and just generally reflecting over how the past had been. A lot there she would like to change, but as the seer said, she couldn't. Best she could hope for, were that if she ran into another who needed her, as she had needed others in the dark times, she would have learned from the past, and do better than those who had failed her. She wished to ask Vale more about her past, though it seemed like the deer had other things in mind now, so perhaps later, once they had set some of all these toys back in the room? She had to think on how to ask this too, in a way that didn't seem too intrusive, or potentially even rude. It weren't Void's intent to offend the mechanical deer. Pen wouldn't even have t try and convince Void. She had an abundance of toys, and still the option to go back later, and procure more, if need be. So when the younglings came over and looked with big, pleading eyes at some of the things she carried, she weren't able to say no. In a way, she saw much of herself in them. Some small foals, just wanting a toy to play with, so that they could enjoy themselves a little more, through some rather trying times. She barely had any herself, as toys didn't make much sense to carry around when Null and her were on the run all the time, and had other things they needed to carry in the long run, of more importance, but she did have a stuffed bear for a time. A rather messed up one, that looked like it had been torn in half, before being stitched roughly back together again, but she still cared for that one thing she did have, through a good bunch of years. These small ones probably just wanted something they could also look fondly at like that. And since it weren't alright to be exclusionary, she would make sure they all got something, long as it were not too broken, unless for some reason, that didn't matter to them. One of them that seemed to catch Pen's eyes - an adorable little thing of a filly - she openly encouraged Pen to give something to. No reason for only Void to seem like a gift giver here, right? Vale would also get encouraging words to try, if she wanted to. It might endear her more to the locals, and by extend, maybe others too. The kinder words other had for her, and the better actions they saw, the easier it likely were to look past her uhm... Physical issues. If there were any of the foals who seemed shy and didn't appear as if they were going to go up themselves, or stayed away and looked depressed, as if they didn't think they'd ever get anything, Void would seek them out and make sure they were given something too, if they wanted it. All in all, once they got back to the place for the clones, about two-thirds of one of her large saddlebags were empty, and about half of what were left were stuff that needed some repairs, but she still felt good about this. It felt like it were the right thing to have done, and it made her rather happy and calm about things. To a point where she had a small, yet permanent smile stuck on her face right now. "They've gotten really far, just like you said. I'm impressed at the speed they've gotten this far. And it looks to be well done too. The small ones are gonna be happy about this, once they get here. I'm sure of it."
  5. @Lucid_Nightlight Anomaly screeched as she saw the silver stattue and buried herself quickly, by the ground swallowing her whole. "Wha- Hey! No silver!!!" Rose were currently flying in the air, confused at first at what she saw, until the silver statue got into view. At which point her darkened eyes narrowed, and the sneer on her face, from the anger she were still wrestling with, as they taught her how to deal around plastic without going ballistic, grew more prominent. She rose a hand towards the statue, and a cracking, almost thunderbolt-like dark line erupted from her fingertips, and would - unless interrupted - hit the statue, and remove it from existence. As she contained more or less the entirety of what were left of Anomaly's old destructive side, this were her forte, and also the reason why she so far, were isolated on this island. Wouldn't do any good if she just lost her mind at seeing one sliver of plastic, and erased Equestria, and all who lived within, from the world map. And there were progress now, so it might change soon where they could take her. And why? With the power of treats of course, like when you trained a doggo. Hence, if she successfully removed the silver statue, Anomaly would pop up, go *Good girl* and throw a pickle towards her. It were larger than Rose herself, but that just meant she had more to eat, and she were happy to do so. If Rose didn't get it removed, Henry would get risen up from the screech, and drowsily reach over, take the silver, and plop it into his lava bath, before going back to sleep. He did not have Anomaly and Rose's weakness against this metal. ============================================================================ @Windy Breeze πŸ₯§ Sorrow paled as she heard what Windy had to say. "Killed by her own husband, just because he were told to do it... How couldn't she become furious in death?" It were even worse than she had feared. Not only had Razor been involved in Autumn's death, he had directly done so himself - she doubted that he would have contracted another to do so, if he were already being paid to do it - and for what? For bits? What kind of monster would do something like that, to one they were married to, and especially for something like that? It were no wonder Autumn were such a ragefilled, powerful poltergeist. Knowing that one she thought loved her, were willing to kill her for nothing else than money, would have made her resentful and furious. She would have regretted ever meeting him, wail in her own pain over what had happened to her, and how her life had been nothing but a lie, and the grief... It would have been immeasurable. It made a good deal more sense now, how she could have become as strong as a whirlwind of powerful, negative emotions that she had become. In her hooves, who wouldn't have been? The poor mare... "This is just getting worse and worse... What should we do now?" Sorrow felt something were off about the area they were in. She couldn't describe it more than a certain icky, tingling feeling, and attributed it to the pity she were feeling towards Autumn. Probably all it were, right? =========================================================================== @EQ_Theta "She is right though. It have to be stuck on securely, of things might just fall off, or wobble around uncomfortably. Just be thankful you're not a dragon, since they have to wear an extra layer of metal below the harness, so their scales don't cut the leather." That were another thing she had to invest in, if she wanted to make this go further: A better harness for races like dragons. And likely a bigger arena, so there were room for them. She had a height restriction in this place out of necessity, but it would be great if she could upgrade it some. Allow for a bit of flying and climbing too, maybe, to get some tactical advantage in that the audience hadn't seen before. She'd have to see how it looked after the season this year. If the projected amount of folks they expected would come in and watch the tournament, she definitely had to start thinking bigger. And also look at moving. The sort of structure she had in mind, weren't compatible with the way this town worked, which were a little sad, but she could always just make the other place she put this, sort of a *summer home* area, and then be back here when it were closed down, and she didn't have to prep things. A lot of details still to sort out, but all in due time. Right now, she had a team ready, and would wander over to a box on the wall, open it with a key she had hidden in her mane, to reveal a big line of switches. She would flip them all, and a rumbling would be heard further inside. Things were beginning to start up. "In theory you could team up, but this game is based on who gets the most points, and as said, there is a five second delay between you hitting somepony, and it being possible to register another shot. So really, it's pretty pointless, unless one just wants to up the others score. Which for the record, will detract, since I kinda see that as low grade cheating. We had some folks who tried to get to join the tournament by just having their friends in a circle, feeding them points, and I'm not having that. Which does remind me: It is also a rule that when you shoot somepony, you can't keep them trapped. They're allowed to run off, just as they are to stand around and try their luck when their timer goes off again. Trapping somepony and not allowing them to move about, like say shoving them into corners, holding them, or that sort of thing, will get you disqualified. Have to be fair, right? Anyway, gonna take a few minutes for the systems to get sorted, so how about we all do some aim practice? I'll just turn on your equipment, and then one by one, I want you to shoot until you hit my sensor. Remember, you can't shoot a new ball, until the old one hit something." With that, she'd put on her own harness, and step back, so she were at around four meters distance. Right next to the desk, where she could then reach down, and press something beneath it, that activated their harnesses. They should barely be able to feel it, as more than a brief tingle at worst. "Alright, you first, thestral, and the-" Rosa would lift his shooter in his hoof, and fire off once, showing off the silvery orb that would quickly travel - like a baseball thrown proper hard - and hit the tip of her sensor, before she were done talking. "Heh, showoff. Not your first time here after all, huh?" "It is, but I'm well trained in hitting targets at a distance, and this is simpler than say, a dagger, blow dart, or beanie bag." "Something tells me you're one to keep an eye on then. Heh, anyway, you two uhm... Gosh darn it, I forgot asking names again, didn't I? Or did I get preoccupied with something else and toned it out? Anyway, gonna need it for the scoreboard, so you mind saying your names as you go up and tried to hit me, you two? Then the rest afterwards. I'm Night Bloom, by the way." She'd point at Sen, then Lin when she asked them to state their names. So Sen would get his turn trying to hit first, whilst Rosa gave a slight, taunting smirk towards both him and Lin. Far be it for him to be playing superior, but they had a challenge, and he liked to show off in that case, so they knew he meant business. This were but a taste to try and rouse them to face the challenge.
  6. @Illiad Easle (New Las Pegasus) As could be expected, the slum never died. No big surprise really. Long as there were anyone alive, there'd be a discrepancy, with the ones better off living well, and others having to pay for that divide, by being diverted to the bottom. And down here, you did what you could to survive. A world where some begged, some stole, some murdered... There were a lot of variants in the slum, and some of them were fine enough folks. You didn't have to be a kind of immoral monster to thrive in the slum after all. Some were just on real hard times, and had to live that way until they could find a way to get back on their hooves. And then there were goons like this, who used the slum to brute his way into a position of power. A pretty easy gig too. have some muscle, gather some others around you to form a gang, and you could basically do whatever, since it was rare for the guards, police, or whatever law enforcement a town had, to care in the slightest about the slums. Unless it spilled out into their high society, they could care less, so any goon with half a brain could make himself a big shot among the bottom rung folks. "How about you instead go and choke on a Pickled Cactus, before I crush your kneecaps?" She didn't remember much of the old taunts from Troy, but she had seen that they still partook in pickling cactus, when she had wandered with Void to find some things for dinner a week or so ago. It might not sound like much of an insult to tell someone to choke on that, but as she had seen, Troy still seemed to prefer to pickle some of the longer ones, after they had their needles scraped off. A foul smelling, dripping mess when they were just like that in the jars, but it worked fantastically with a few other ingredients that - when combined with a salt bath for a half hour - made for a pretty subtle, yet delightfully sour and oddly savory taste. How exactly Void did this were unknown to Null, but she weren't much good in a kitchen either. Tended to be a lot of questionable edibility involved then. Regardless, if this guy was anything resembling local, he'd just know she had just insulted him rather harshly, if the sneer and narrowed eyes up towards him weren't enough of a clue. Placing a hoof on her bat, she'd wait to draw it, unless he made a move to try something, at which point he had some kneecaps that he clearly did not want to keep unbroken. Though she'd try not to make the first move, if it could be helped. Also, she'd hit with the damaged side of the bat if it were, giving more of a flat thwack, and less of a pierced bone. A warning hit should suffice, if he got cocky. Usually these folks would crumble once they met proper resistance. "We're just here looking, and we don't need you, or anyone else's protection. Just back off, and no one needs to get hurt here. Something tells me you don't have many options, if you end up with a broken leg." Slum areas rarely had some good access to doctors. IN some wealthier towns, there were at times a free clinic set up, but here? She doubted it. At best they might have a slum doctor, and those folks tended to be little more than hacks who didn't make it through med school, but were the best of the worst to work with. At times, smart gangs kidnapped those and then controlled the health care in the slums. These did not seem smart enough for that, but they'd see. (Troy) It were tragic to see so many foal's toys among the scavenged parts. So many things left behind, as families tried desperately to get away. Or as she could see on a few discolorations on a couple of select pieces, left among the bodies of those lost. Void prayed to whatever god might listen, that all of them had gotten peace in the next life. She had seen too much to believe that ghosts and the afterlife weren't just real, but also potentially a very painful, horrible thing to go through. Being a ghost or zombie were, anyway. She had yet to see one who moved along, who did not seem to be more calm and joyful from moving on, so she suspected that whatever waited on the other side of the veil, were something nice and calm. The poor little ones deserved to be there, and not trapped in this, after a horrible, horrible experience, like a war. Still, there were no reason to let these toys go to waste, and as such, she would chose some select pieces that seemed the best, avoid those who were stained with what she assumed were too ingrained blood, and inspected a few broken ones to see if they could relatively easy be repaired. Ended them up with mostly dolls, some books, puzzles, a few board games, and such things for varied ages. She managed to find a half-broken foal mobile too, which just needed a new main stick, and some new pieces to replace those that had gotten lost, along with a bit of string. Fairly easy stuff to do really, and it would be good for the infants. The powder she had in good measures too now, though it weighed heavily in the saddle bag. That being said, Void were a larger than normal earth pony mare, who had spend the better of twenty years on the run, and often whilst carrying a lot of heavy cursed objects. She were built and trained by life and genetics, to be able to carry a fairly heavy load, so whilst this strained her, and the saddlebags were overfilled, to a point where she had to carry some things on her back in a balance act, she weren't gonna break down from it. She just weren't running anywhere. Then she'd start to feel it. Mostly in her stump, as the padding there had its limit, depending on the weight she had to carry. And it wasn't like this was the worst. She had to carry Null sometimes, along with the cursed things big sis had in her own saddlebags, whilst also running. This were fairly low brow compared to that. "It's sad to see how m-many foals toys there had been scavenged. I hope most of them were just left behind in a hurry, and not... W-Well, you know. ANyway, a few things needs to be fixed here, but m,most seemed to be able to just be s-set up. Want to go and put those into the room first? Sorta get a look on how things m-might be so far."
  7. @Sekel Since I sent the frog creature after Shortstack right away, I couldn't answer your post from that angle yet. Have to see what Widders will do, in due time.
  8. @Sekel "I intended this for Atzy, as her desire for what is presented seems not to have waned. For you, I would find this more suitable." With little more than a thought, Enzo would summon more cloth, which would wrap securely - though not too tightly - around Karmic's torso, before a bag folded to her right side, wherein she could put what she desired. If she cared to inspect, she'd find that the varied straps of parchment that had made this, were rather smooth, and inscribed with varied hieroglyphs. It seemed to be made of some low grade silk variant, with an emphasis on sturdiness. A common thing to write on in the Sphinx's capitol, as it were easy to summon for them, and functioned well as embalming straps, if need be. Usually Enzo would not add hieroglyphs, nor one that represented himself in a regal fashion, on the side of the bag as the main attraction, but he assumed it would highlight better who she wandered with. "And as Atzy says, beware the shadows. It may still wander somewhere, so do not walk any path alone, if it can be helped. Until we meet again." With that, he'd wander to the balcony, and spready his wings, catching the attention of quite a bit of pegasi flying in the area. Hmph, let them gawk if they wanted. He belonged here now, and his stance and demeanor clearly spoke of it. As for Karmic, she'd find that a few eyes went on her if she walked down the halls, but she weren't questioned. Golden might have let a word slide around that they had visitors. She might also find that she would get lost without asking somepony, so it might be wise to approach a guard eventually, or wander on her own and see what happened. ============================================================================ @Sekel Last looked panicked as they were ported away. Not because of the action itself, but rather because she noted after the second jump that her mother were not with them. Once the princess had to halt for a break, she'd look around, trying to find out where they had come from, and were almost taking a step in that direction, when the manetid's bladed arm got in her way. "Krtxxht. You can't save her, Shrine Maiden. She's one of the horrors now." "I'm not leaving her like that. She deserves better than this." "Krhrrxk. Then get out of here, and come back with enough power to level the forest. You wander in alone, and you'll only end up as her, or my squad." Whilst they bickered, Cherish barfed up some ectoplasm, still feeling rather ill from rapid teleports like this. Though there'd soon be reason to worry of something else instead, as the forest answered the question *why are there clearings in this place?*. Namely, by the ground suddenly erupting, and a bunch of thin, pale tendrils reached up, seeking to engulf the weary travellers who thought there were anything resembling safe spots, within this place. In actuality, they were traps, where the more stationary fungus variant hid, and awaited prey. Not something that arrived often, but the fungi got fed by other means, so this were more for the sake of gaining new, indoctrinated subjects. Both the manetid and Last, would work on repelling and cutting them down, whilst Cherish did her best to use her abilities to push them away from trying to engulf them both, and keep the princess safe. They did well, but they had to get out of here, and quickly. Otherwise, they might never get to leave. Like all the other sad souls they had encountered thus far. ============================================================================ @Windy Breeze πŸ₯§ "Okay. So uhm..." Sorrow cleared her throat, and spoke a little more clearly, so that others nearby might hear it. Not shouting though. That would be too far, more than likely. "Honey? Do you think you could ask the chef if there's lemon in this? I forgot to do so before the waiter left, and you know what it does to me these days." She'd use her eyes to point towards the kitchen door, hoping that Windy would take up the role and go along with things. It seemed to Sorrow at least, that this would prove the best cover story in the memory, if they were to figure out what went on in the kitchen right now. Of course, she were more than free to try something else too. Sorrow were just trying to do what she thought might work. There were no guarantee that it would, and Windy might know better. They'd see in a moment, right? ============================================================================ @Catpone Cerberus "It's good to hear that I don't have to convince you, even if spite is a strange motivator. That said, whatever keeps the little guy near. He's been through a lot, and I doubt it'd be wise for him to ever go back where you two came from. He's safer in Equestria, though he's going to need to learn how things work here. And also where to strike so it hurts. When you're build less than others, you gotta know how to fight dirty." Honor was a cute concept, but what did honor matter if you were dead? No, it were wiser to know where you stood, and if it were too far below others, you had to fight back in a more tactical way, or get trampled. For her it were magic, for this guy... Hmmm, tough to say. He might end up as a compact little tanker of a dragon, and then it would be more a question of teaching him how to hit than anything. Incredibly dense build dragons could be insanely dangerous at times, which might end up being his ultimate end. Runts sometimes had that going for them, though due to size issues, also tended to be very sensitive and highly aggressive. They likely had a lot to work on with this little guy. Though clearly, he'd first need to rest, and soon. Fed or not, he needed energy, and he wouldn't get that from food alone. "But that's all for later. I think he'll pass out soon enough again, and then we can start making plans. Among them, trying to teach him how to speak in a local dialect. I don't think it's going to work wonders in the long run if you have to translate for him. Especially not since he fears you, and the first time he sees you change, will likely not make him feel any less confused and weary." ============================================================================ @Catpone Cerberus Agni jumped down as Nada spoke, and would face the mimic, with the bag of seeds between them. This would now be a matter between the two of them, who were none too happy about being around one another. Fah'lina would lift up on her hind legs and stare right at the phoenix, whon in turn rose his wings slightly, and kept his own glare on her as the seconds ticked by. Evetually, she would push the seeds closer, and let out some critter talk, before Agni let out a small chirp, and drew the seeds closer. Afterwards, Fah'lina would flap up, and place herself on Ziggy's head, while Agni would ruffle through the seeds, and pick a few out to throw up, roast and eat. They seeemed to have reached an agreement, for the time being. "Probably gonna be a while before they get friendly, but tolerance is a good place to start. Tolerance means no fire, and without fighting, that's two big issues handled right away. Gonna think it'll be worse when they eventually team up. Fah'lina alone can make all sorts of little tricks, for her own amusement. Sorta worried what they'd be able to do, if two of them worked together on something." ============================================================================ @Catpone Cerberus He'd have a grand total of four and a half minutes to complete his task, from the point he stopped talking, and until the feeding music were done with, and things would happen in a rapid sequence. First Lyriel would be put down again, outside of the boundaries, seemingly unharmed. Then the trickster would fly out, looking much the same, yet somehow fresher. As if the materials it were made from, had gotten an influx of life to it. Which essentially, were the case. Third off, if Scarecrow were still in the area, and had not gone out of the zone, he'd be blasted by the closest three trees. With a forceful, yet not fatally intended force. Though if he had actually stomped on one of the sprouts, he'd find their intentions were quite a bit more intense. As in, enough force to smash a regular pony over the trees, and right into Applejack's apple farm. Their way of telling you to get the hay away, and never return. ============================================================================ @EQ_Theta "It's a growing spectator sport, with some places even starting to ask if we can add a few more rounds in the year. The way that it's going now, I'm thinking about investing in a bigger venue after the season this year, and upscale the whole thing. You know, stone arena so it can be held year round, all that sorts. Heh. And to think, when I inherited this maze from my pa, it were just a little fun round for foals. It's amazing what a little ingenuety can cause. Anyway, you all should really try this. Show if you have what it takes to compete in the big league. We had some really close calls last year, with the champ winning out by just two points. Some fresh compeditors might be just what's needed to turn the tides." Plus, new faces in the big league, would catch more interest. Especially if it were from a strange race like these two, although she personally held more belief in the thestral. Something about him just made her think they were talking about somepony who knew how to deal with others. Sen sadly, needed a bit of help dealing with things, as the straps seemed to conflict with him. Something which admitedly, gave her a bit of a chuckle. "Come here, I'll sort you out. This is why usually, I need to suit folks up." She went over and loosened the straps enough to help him get through, then tightened it up on him, to make sure everything were in place. He wasn't the worst sort of race she ever had to strap up, so it weren't much of a bother. And afterwards, she'd go on to take care of the others. Except for Rosa, who felt like showing off and doing it himself. He had observed enough when she did it on Sen to get the base idea, though she would still check up, just to make sure. After she finished up with Omen at the end, she just had to go over a few more things, before they could start anything. "Alright then. Just a few base rules: Don't block your sensors, or try to leave them behind. This is a fair fight, and while covering behind something is fine, using magic or covering point blank with a hoof or cloth for example, is cause for disqualification. Second off, it's against the rules to steal anothers weapon, or try to sabotage their gear. Respect the equipment. And third, no pets. It's dangerous for critters in there." "Okay." A gate opened next to Omen, leading back to her realm, and then shortly after there, the cave they had been in earlier. Then, she'd wrap her tongue around Shrimp, and place him down on the floor there, under the book he had used for cover earlier. He were fast asleep, so it should likely be fine for their initial game here, to have him rest there for a bit. Once that were closed, the yet unnamed mare would give a funny look towards Omen, trying to gather exactly what were going on there, and eventually get to a conclusion that seemed to make her a bit sceptic on things. "Okay. For the record, that there's magic, so no portals in there. And uh... I hate prying, but you ain't some sorta witch, right? Trying to keep an open mind here, and I won't judge, but just trying to get what's going on with all of that stuff." "Omen is of a equine-like race, with an initiate ability to create gates, and who communicates solely telepathically. I can assure you that she would know how to cast a spell as well as I would know how to eat the sun." "Huh. And here I thought I knew 'em all. Anyway, you folks have any questions? I figure if we hurry up, you can try a round beefore the big opening speech. And while I remember it, it's three bits per competitor. With Tomb staying here, that means there's four of you, so that'd be twelve bits please." Which Omen would spit out, and leave the dry bits on the table for the puzzled mare. Yet, business were business, right? Best just take the payment, and get on with things. It were fairly cheap too to play this, but one had to consider the volume getting through here, which usually meant she rakes in hundreds, sometimes thousands of bits on a night like this. Just had to keep it rolling. ============================================================================ @Lucid_Nightlight Lucid would show up to find that Anomaly were currently standing near their house, with Rose on her shoulders, as outside of the tree she lived in, she's only about the same size as a regular pixie. Behind them were Henry, seemingly taking a nap in a lava pool, whilst Anomaly threw plastic cacti, that Rose would sneer at and destroy, though without destroying everything else around her too, or go mental. Seemed like progress had been made in the time Lucid were away. Potentially due to some help from Rose's new step father. Just because he were a bit crazy, didn't mean he might not be helpful. "Hey, there you were. You're way off though, we had the wedding like... Okay, do I have to play this along? It's boring! He can jump in time. Why would he be late for the wedding?" Narrative reasons. Do you mind just trying to follow along? "Buf it's dumb! Come on, don't you agree Lucid? How does it make sense that the monkey man looks away for a bit, and then suddenly you're a year and a half late for the wedding? Especially if you can play with time? And what about your smoochie girl? Pretty sure she'd like, erase you from history or something, if you tried leaving her at a wedding like that. See? It's all silly."
  9. @Illiad Easle (New Las Pegasus) "In a way, I hope he does. He spend a lot of time chasing me, and I'd love to see him start sweating, once he realizes that it's his time to be the prey." She were highly certain that he knew she were here, or at least that she'd come his way eventually. With his little spies keeping track of her in Troy, he must have some degree of clue that she weren't there anymore, at the very least. And something told her that before she'd find him, he'd try to make contact himself. He'd be sorely mistaken, if he thought it would help him though. He did not deserve to keep living, after all he had done. "But we got work to do before that. I'd say we start with a hotel, and see from there. It will give us a look at what sort of folks hangs out around here. I'd say to pick the one that looks the sleaziest and work up from there. Better know the bottom, so we get a feel of what sorta dangers to look out for. Every place have their own flavor of scum." You spent enough times in low rung dungs because they were the cheapest, and asked the least questions, and you started to get a feel of what sort of locals you had to watch out for the most. It kinda gave you an... Unwashed image of how the town really were, below the layer of glamour that it presented itself in. A short look in one of those places, and they should have some idea of what to do from there on out. It'd be too suspicious if they started asking questions, or tried to inspect the rooms. (Troy) "It's just been N-Null and I for over twenty years now. She practically raised me since we were five and six, and we haven't been split up, outside of others f-forcing us apart. Now we have our own goals, she's g-gone, and I have to try and get used to her not being here, but instead out there, doing what she t-thinks is best for the family..." Void felt a tear start to well up in the side of her eye, and she stopped up to take a few deep breaths before ending up a sobbing mess. "I a-always hoped that one day, it would all be over. The running, the f-fighting... But big sis couldn't let go. Even after she started to get help, and i-improve. She doesn't know what to do, when she's not fighting for us. Now she's gone out to p-protect us, by chasing those down who might come for us. And she's all alone. It's hard not h-having her here, but it's worse that I don't know what might happen to her. A lot of those who m-might come for us were some really nasty pieces of w-work. Powerful ones too, more often than not. It gets me worried." The market they'd reach held a good deal of things they might have used for, but the firat she'd look for, were the right powder she needed for the glasswork. Afterwards, Void would honestly like to look through the scavenged parts. Might be some things there already done, that the younglings could use among those things.
  10. @Lucid_Nightlight Well, as the saying goes: You snooze, you lose. Honestly, up to you if it went through or not. I'm not fuzzed either way, so what feels righr in your mind, hombre?
  11. @Lucid_Nightlight Ooooooh Now I remember. We were looking at a wedding setting and dimensions, etc. Good times. So, are we continuing, or starting fresh. Could easily be that you just popped in somewhere, and she were like *Ah, there you were. I had to look through like, five world layers to find you. Did you know there were a layer with sentient shadows that wants to be servants? Cool folks.* or something like that. Like you said, he got lost.
  12. @Lucid_Nightlight I uh... Could use a reminder on who you are first. The name is familiar, but I can't place it. Refresh my old man memory, would ya?
  13. @Widdershins @Pastel Heart Here you go. Took a page from my current forest adventure with @Catpone Cerberus, and sent Princess into town to play. If you wanna make use of one or more of these interrupting your fun with @Sekel by the way, Widders, feel free to. They're gonna be all over town,a nd there are currently about a hundred, with more being worked on spawning. Also, those who are there, are rapidly growing. Took a bit of a page from Gremlins it might seem, but rather, I am inspired by a certain kind of toad, that have it's young grow under the skin flap on its back, to keep them safe. Then when they get older, they pop out of there. This is just far worse, and takes advantage of the mutations that Anomaly did upon this creature, to make it far worse. And for the record, the globs aren't poisonous per se, but it is a dense mass of essentially swamp mass. You're be weighed down if stuck in it, and it could drown you, rather easily. Ah, if only we had another monster in town to deal with this creature and its numerous offspring... Such a shame it is mostly completely innocent, totally normal ponies there, doing their totally normal things. Normally. :3
  14. @Windy Breeze πŸ₯§ Sorrow would reach over and run a hoof gently down Windy's face, whilst looking at the waiter with a smile. "He does his best, even on the days when I can be a little difficult." She'd send a small glance to the side, seeing the last bit of Razor leaving the table for some reason, but refocused back on the waiter, and hoped that Windy would keep track of all of this. She probably had a better viewing angle, and now, perhaps an excuse to go and deal with this, now that it seemed the memory had them placed as a couple, where the mare (Sorrow right now) were pregnant. If the waiter left, she'd turn to Windy, and let out a small, shaky sigh. "That seemed close. But I think I might have an idea? Maybe we can play this along, and pretend like you're worried that the soup might have something in it that's not good for my health right now, due to the whole *pregnant thing*, and you're just wanting to ask the chef more directly about it? Though it might put too much focus on us both in this memory. What do you think? It'd be a big risk, and I'm not sure if it would work. Honestly, if you have any idea that sounds right now, I'd be happy to hear it." ================================================================================ @EQ_Theta "Yo definitely should be careful with it, but it's pretty sturdy. Have some good, cured leather straps there, and the magic that keeps it all working, don't go off that easily. I also make sure to keep it properly sealed up and clean when there's not an event going, and the enhancements are reapplies every six months as a precaution, even though they could last a year. This is my primary form of business after all. Can't have things going badly here, or equipment breaking halfway through a fight. That would give a lot of bad reputation, and I'm not having that." Whilst the mare explained things, Rosa and Omen would wander over to look at the picture in question. Rosa studied it, whilst Omen went over ans sniffed it, trying to find some sorta trace, but finding nothing else, than the vague smell of the owner of this place. She had likely polished them, not too many days ago. "Yes, I do think that is undeniably him. A strange place to find him, I would say. If I were to guess, this would be him... 2-4 years ago? It does not appear that he is much younger than now, and yet it can be hard to tell with him. Not like one can judge him by the wrinkles around his smile." He were jesting, but it did appear as if they'd get answers soon, as the owner of this place came around, and note how they were both talking, and looking at, Brick. "You know Brick Wall? Must mean you have been in that fancy shop in Canterlot, right? He barely goes anywhere that his boss isn't, though he have come around here for every carnival, seven years running now. This picture is from three years ago, when he managed to win the tournament for the first time." "What tournament, if we may ask?" "Sure you may. This place is open around seven times a year, for the varied carnivals and such, and every years when creatures come in here, their points get scored up. There's some factors like the skill of their team to take into consideration, just to weed out those trying to hoard points by inviting some weak players, and a bunch of other things. Then once a year, I tally up, and pick the five best players, who then gets invited to the grand tournament in September, before I have to shut down for the year, due to snow and the bushes losing too many leaves. It lasts for a full hour, rather than fifteen minutes, and at the end, the points are tallied up. Winner of every year, gets their photo hung up on the Wall of Fame, as well as a large gift basket of varied local goods, that adds up to quite a nice sum. It's a pretty big event in the area, and we do have a lot who comes in to watch how the points go. I rent some video equipment when the day happens, so that everypony can see what goes on during it too, which really gets a crowd hyped up. Brick is a solid fighter in this, and he's usually the second, though he won that year. Never seen him happier honestly, but not like he's a ray of sunshine or anything. His biggest competitor though, and our reigning champion, is MΓΌnrath here. Son of the infamous *hunter* Ludvig. Though thankfully, a far better example of his kind than that rotten monster. A real nice guy too. Usually stays around after the tournament, and helps me clean up the place." "...The Hide Hunter's son frequents this? I must admit, that I did not see that coming." "Yeah, color me surprised to. A lot of tension in the early years when he got here, but folks have started to trust him, and like him a fair bit too. Don't let the pictures fool you, it's just a show for the camera. He really is a nice minotaur. Also, that right there, is the frequent third or fourth place competitor, though she did win one year, due to MΓΌnrath and Brick being too focused on one another. I still have no idea how a mare that timid can have such an insane change of personality, once she gets let in the maze." ============================================================================ @Widdershins @Pastel Heart Stargazer were about to say something, when there were an object suddenly being slung towards them that got his attention, and he pushed all three of them back, before jumping back. Just in time before a large, dark-green glob of slime hit their location. Had he not pushed them all away, this would have engulfed the fillies and Slimpsy, provided that the latter had not moved out of the way himself. If he had, and taken the fillies with him, Stargazer would have simply moved out of the way himself. Looking the way where the projectile had come from, they'd see a flock of panicked ponies suddenly rushing away from... What the hay were that?! It looked like a humanoid amphibian. Possibly a frog-like creature, judging by it's face and the long tongue it were licking its own mouth with, yet it were clearly not a harmless little pond dweller. This one had a row of serrated sharp teeth, lining a mouth big enough to gobble up a regular pony whole, were towering above the equines running from it, and it's scaled, slimy hide, didn't do much to hide that this were a rather limber, yet muscular creature. And sadly befitting that, were the fact that it moved fast. As were evident when somepony tried to sling a cart towards it, to give his neighbors and friends some time to escape, and it just jumped up on the roof as it got near, barely touched it, and used it as a springform to reach up on one of the buildings, where it's feet would almost go through the roofing. Seemed like Last Stand's insistence on reinforcing the roofs on some of the collapsed buildings after the last attack, had been effective. It's bulbous, slit eyes looked around, focusing on the one who had sent the cart after it, and harked up another blob of goo, which only didn't hit the pony because he hid behind the wall. Judging by the way the wall creaked, getting hit by this substance were likely a real bad idea, as it seemed to have some weight, and possibly poisonous qualities, to it. "D-Daddy? What's that thing?" Jelly had stopped her tickle attack, and looked up at the monster worried, then rightfully terrified, as the creature directed its gaze directly at her, and a cruel, sadistic smile spread on its face. "My problem. Slimpsy, get them to safety. Now!" He would command the pony if he had to, if he hadn't left already, at which point at least Jelly would have likely still been stuck in his wing. If he hadn't, and she were still there, Stargazer would instead command her and Pastel to run for dear life, and get back home to the station. He himself would prepare a battle stance, thinking on how best to deal with this threat, before it went into a loud, croaking laughter at the effort. And then... All Tartarus broke loose. It would lean forward, hands around it's neck, and tighten some specific muscles in its back, which caused something to pop out of its back, and fire down to the ground with a splat. Dozens upon dozens of these in fact, that went out of some holes that had been impossible to see on its back from this angle. The blobs themselves hit nopony, except for one mare who hadn't been quick enough to move, and ended up on her back, with the blob on her stomach. She looked horrified on as it moved, and a pair of slimy arms broke the flimsy goo shell it had been packed in, to reveal a smaller version of the attacking monster. A child of itself potentially, but the mare focused not on that, as much as the fact that it seemed to carry the same evil glance in its eyes, a row of sharp teeth, and glanced at her hungrily. It would lounge forward and try to bite her, but Stargazer just managed to get over and punt the creature away. Just in time to see all the other globs hatch and the small ones looking around, croaking lowly. Until the original monster let out one, enormous croak, that made several of the nearby walls tremble. At which point, the smaller monsters would spread out, and start to attack Ponyville in all different directions. They were rapidly growing, at about a centimeter per minute, and would top out at a meter and a half in size, from their current half meter stature, before their *maturity* stage had completed. And what were worse? As could be seen on the monsters back, moving ever so slightly, there were more to come. Ponyville were once more under siege. And one of them were deliberately chasing Jelly and Pastel, with another going after Slimpsy. Two if they were grouped up. And Stargazer could only stand there helplessly, doing his to try and get others away, and praying that Slimpsy would do what he had done once already, and save his daughter. If not him, then he could only hope that he had taught Jelly good enough. ===================================================================== @Widdershins @Sekel "Misfortune does have a habit of arriving at Ponyville. I always assume it had something to do with the bearers of harmony being here, as the stories of monsters and other such things, were rather scarce before that happened. Not unheard of, of course. The Everfree Forest holds a fair bit of fascinating, and at times deadly, creatures. At times, such creatures do come around, but it have increased substantially in recent years. Regardless, I wouldn't worry to much dearie. A minor amount of property damage is nothing unheard of here, and I don't believe they will hold that against you. That being said, I do agree that it might be best if we soon find where your close relatives might be, that you can plan your follow-up steps, as well as ease your mind some. I for one would feel dreadful, were I not aware of where my darling sister were, in a time of crisis." Or at any other point really, but that were what informants, scrying spells, and tracking enhancements were for. Call her paranoid, but one in her position on the black market, did best in not leaving an obvious weakness - such as a little sister - open for being taken advance of, and with no scrutiny. It would harm Stare, and expose her to a side of Scarcity's life that she did her best to keep at leg's length, though she were aware that her sister suspected something. Stare were no fool after all, just somewhat... Limited in scale, when it came to her ideas of what might be possible, and with some more defined morales than Scarcity herself had. For the time being, she had handled the potentially security risk, by upping the measures around her sister's protection, as well as managed to make comprehensive deals with anypony of note or value in her scene of life, to ensure that they were either on a wavelength with her, regarding her displeasure and instantaneous halting of any work with or for, anypony who dared to try and use Stare against her, as well as making sure that up and comers who looked to make a name for themselves, rightfully feared her wrath, if they tried to do something. It were not possible to cover every potential issue with deals of course, but that is what the protective means were for. It made for a far larger, percentage chance of success. Not a guaranteed one though. Sadly, nothing could be 100% guaranteed, and anypony who thought that weren't the case, were laughably ignorant, in her opinion. There were always a path, even if it seemed unlikely. "Kluge Town does start to sound somewhat familiar though, in the way you speak of it... Might I ask some more details of the place? I may have simply heard of it under a different name." Something that you can't get back? Considering Shortstack's idea that any stallion wanted to take advantage of his sister, Chop could pretty easily see where this were going. Sunny didn't appear to know, which just spoke further to her innocent, or potentially great ignorance of what darkness and bad creatures were out there, bit Chop were starting to see how this worked. Sunny were naive, and easy enough to take advantage of, if you knew how to talk with her it seemed. Shortstack in turn, were paranoid, short tempered and overprotective, so he didn't think on whatever pr not only some were like that, but rather went under the assumption that everypony were. So he'd keep others away from Sunny, which made it harder for the mare to keep friends, and in turn, likely caused at least a fair chunk of the varied fights that the shrimp got into. he did strike the former guard, as the sort who'd launch hoof first after somepony, for giving his sister as much as a wink. Messy family dynamic right there. Made him somewhat happy that he didn't have any, far as he knew of anyway. His father had been open about having a few crazy years in his youth, so everything were possible he supposed, but that was a hypothetical he wouldn't waste any time sorting in his head right now. "When you don't have much, you get attached to what little's there." Little weren't the right word when it came to Sunny, but that was another topic entirely. And not even an important one. "Hmph, I get where you're coming from now. But you're still missing the point. If you keep everypony away from her, what's gonna happen to her, if any of you gets hurt, or leave for your own lives? She won't have a network, no experience with others... She'll be the easiest pony to take advantage of then. Ever thought about maybe giving somepony a chance, and just keeping a close eye o-" The door would suddenly barge open, and two of the little frog-like creature's would launch forward, maws wide open, and tongues beginning to reach forward to get a better grip in their prey. Which considering the tongues seemed to have small barbs, would likely be rather solid. One would aim at Shortstack - specifically his head - thinking him an easy meal, whilst the other would go for Stare. The second one mentioned wouldn't get a chance though, as Chop would hold a hoof in the way, causing the tongue to get a grip on him, and when the creature got closer, would hammer it right in the face with his other hoof, so that it flew right out of the door again. It also left him with some ripped skin from where the tongue had been, but he didn't care much. Didn't bleed, and the itching were nothing compared to what he had felt the first few months after he woke up after the shark attack. This were far easier to ignore. ========================================================================== @Widdershins "Nah, I don't have magic. I got intuition, and otherwise, the patron in question saying what sort they'd like. Sounds like you wanna be surprised though, huh? You seem to me like you'd enjoy a good, strong blend, that'd knock out some of the weaker stomachs, but with a nice, rounded aftertaste. I think I got just what you need. But we can work on the coffee first." She'd stick her tongue out at him as she said this half tease, half flirt. Again, this guy were talking mighty funny, but she were relatively sure she got what he were on about. Mainly that he gave her a weird title, asked if it were the time, if she had suggestions, and seemingly, if she had magic that told her what sort the customer wanted. Which for the record, if she had, she would own her own place, not work in one. She'd be rich if she could just look at somepony and instantly know exactly what they needed. That being said, she did have some barista intuition to work with, and would go on that unless told otherwise. Might be that she saw Monolith one way, but he could well be entirely different. Though she didn't think he'd go for a pure sugary mix like Flit. They seemed to be very different. As such, she'd start up on her Volcano Tribute. A drink that started off with a rough patch of dark coffee, and a good helping of chili-like heat, which would cut off in your muzzle before it would go the full chili route, and blend into a soothing mixture of exotic fruits. Mango, pineapple, that sorta thing. Getting the fruits themselves to Ponyville were a pain, but the taste? There were some fine powders for that, which worked perfectly well, and weren't as bad to get a hold of. "Just gimme a few minutes to brew it, and you'll see what I can do. And just drink it right from the cup when it is. It ain't a high society tea party this thing, thankfully. Nobles can be such a bunch of annoying snobs. And their brats are even worse. You got no idea how rude they can be. But anyway, working on your coffee now." "A gentlecolt doesn't simply take, he offers. And one day, a mare will arrive whom sees what Alonsus can offer, and wholeheartedly accepts his the entire package." His ego were being given a polishing here, which made Alonsus flaunt somewhat, as he flexed the ell toned muscles in his body, whilst flicking his hair backwards again. As he said, he didn't go around and simply tried to be pushy on mares, regarding any sort of potential future, though he did inquire at times if particular ones might have interest, if he noticed their gaze settling on him long enough. So far that have not gotten him far, but it were still better than the days when he had been a thug. Back in those days, he had been told that it were best if he tried being rather pushy, and had attempted that one. It took him one time towering above a mare, pressed up against a wall, and seeing her fearful eyes tear up as she looked up at him, before he gave that up. Scaring some other thugs, guards, or a few who hadn't paid their protection money yet, were one thing. But trying to be imposing and scare a mare into being with him, made him feel the weakest he had ever been, and that the others had called him out for being weak, and that he should try again, and just stop listening to himself, had been one of the factors that made it easy for him to go to the guards, and surrender himself, before turning on the lot of his former companions. There had just been too many things that made him start to feel like a disgusting tool eventually, with this being one of them. Even if at least in this case, he had barely started anything. And thank Celestia for that. He weren't sure he could've lived with himself otherwise. But those were dark thoughts best left in the past, and never addressed, unless it were with his parole officer, or in case he got called in to another meeting at the courthouse in Canterlot. "Of course, one must also be vigilant and persistent, but there is a limit to how much force one can provide. Why, just imagine if somepony attempted to forcefully go on you. How would such a thing make you feel?" They would have a chance to have that answered soon, as in an almost comedic fashion, one of the growing frog-like offspring, would roll in the door, and launch a glob of dark-green, swampy ooze towards Flit, before crawling rapidly beneath the tables towards him, and then launch its tongue, aiming to get stuck around his neck, so that he couldn't escape. Dinner shouldn't be able to run off like that.