Lemon Slices

@, "What?" The sphere got brighter and brighter. A line of light made itself between the two. In the same time, more guards came in. The brightness of the sphere was so intense nobody could see anything. "What kind of flashbang is that?", somebody said. And then bullets started to fire everywhere. "Damn! I can't move! GRRRR! Can you move?", he said, swallowed by the whatever thing was affecting them.

Link to OOC: https://mlpforums.com/topic/138089-advanced-rp-the-walls/ Did you mean Pink Floyd's The Wall? Google's suggestion. Darkness. Something was covering his eyes. Trying to say something, his voice was muffled by a gag. However, they forgot Lemon had strong, herbivorous teeth. >chomp< The thing was gone. He knew somepony kidnapped him and tied him, and chose the right words. "Where did you take me?" "He managed to remove it!" Lemon heard some steps, which made his ears twitch, his mouth contracted itself for a couple of millimeters, his eyes widened, although he couldn't see nothing, but his fear could be read easily. Then a voice said to him. "You, green stallion…" The voice was feminine, soft as silk, melodic as a poem, although he never heard it from anywhere. "Lemon Slices," Interrupted. "Not that I need your opinions about how I must call you" The voice sounded more serious and sarcastic at the same time. "Guards…" She said, waiting a time to see his reaction. "Ahn…" He thought quick. "My sincere apologies, lady." He wouldn't see her grin. "Hmm…. Looks like somepony knows when to be submissive," He wouldn't see her devilish smile, and her hoof signal to untie his legs. "Why did you do this?" He asked, still blindfolded. "For you to stretch them a bit" She flatly answered. "Well, now you will do a favor." "B-But…" It wasn't time to refuse himself. "I mean, what d-do you need?" Another predatory grin, and more words were heard. "You are going to do something for me. Well, I thought you were the useless one, but you're still in." Lemon felt a grain of hatred. "I'm… Sorry, sometimes I get a hoof out of the rails." He found out something while he was speaking, and put it after: "But what you said with 'The useless one'? Is there a group with me?" "Oh, I'm starting to regret what I said. A percent, don't get too happy. You will meet them outside. Guards," Lemon felt like being carried by somepony. After a minute, he went kicked out of somewhere, and un-tied his blindfold. There they was.

@, He smiled at the mix of adrenaline and humor. "Not yet". He ran into them, performing a trick he called "God's Cut", which consisted of him shooting around him (at an angle) with his Uzi, damaging everything in that angle. Jumped at the corridor and kicked the grenade further, luckily into the chest of one of the guards, exploding, while shooting in the angle. In two seconds, God's Cut damaged seriously the legs of the front guards, and was unloaded. And then he threw his grenade. Afraid of the explosion, they ran the best they could to stumble on the ground. "Bonus!" Rafael said, throwing his unloaded Uzi out and picking the other, to end the lives of them. And then walked into the grenade he threw, scaring his partner. "Don't worry. I didn't pull the pin", he said, laughing. "I'm just a grain of disappointment at those", he said. "But I'll loot'em. I won't spend bullets in my two Uzies", he said.

Rafael kicked open the door. "K", Raphael said, hidden behind of the door, reloading his Uzi for no reason as well, as he just spent one bullet. His heart was beating as swift as a jaguar's legs, his finger could press the trigger in a mere reflex, and he went as swift as possible to the bottom of the room, ready to plant some seeds at the enemy, when he got the idea. He reached for the mangoes, ready to put in action. What would his partner do?

"Okay.", he said, with a nod, a bit afraid of being watched. He heard some talking, but the sound of the boots while they were walking was giving interference. Raphael than hissed, signaling for a stop. "Oh sh*t, Marco isn't responding", said one of the voices. Raphael was certain that voice wasn't friendly. He has never knew a Marco at the Military, even at the recruits. In his thoughts, "We are close to some clues." Then some voices from the dark side, and some steps, getting louder every second. "Stairs", he said, running to one of the doors and trying to open. "I need a hand. Or a foot", he said.

"Well, rolling stones never gather moss... I think that means what I think it means... Forget it", Raphael said with a nod, running after his partner, and giving a headache pill inside the dead man's skull. In other words, he spent a bullet for no reason. As the two jumped the window, there was a gray corridor, with several light lamps and several dark doors. Its end, however, was completely absent of light, as if the last lamps were destroyed or simply turned off. But some pieces of glass on the last piece of illuminated ground gave him the conclusion. "Somebody already shot those lamps there", in a whisper, avoiding say anything that could give any non-obvious information. If they were being watched, at least the watchers would see nothing more than two regular soldiers on duty, in his opinion.

That's why I drink lemonade. Wait.

"If I'm not bringing my mangoes, I'm just a clone", Rafael whispered with a bit of humor. Mangoes were a code for grenades, as well as Avocado would be the code for his thick flash-bang. He didn't have a code for shooting weapons, though. However, a grain of disappointment came at his mind when Hammer forgot the code, but "Not that it would matter anyway", he thought. His eye opened wide open when a window three feet high, came into his vision field. The satisfaction about his advantage in the battlefield made him sigh with strength. "Need to control my instincts", Raphael thought. And then whispered, short but clear: "You see that window there?", not even pointing it. "We are going to make a invasion, I think. But the risk exists,"

"Why are you asking me stuff? You're the guy who know stuff", he asked back, confused. "Wait, where are the other ones going? What is our mission here? Well, calm down... Let's do whatever we do best, Hammer.", and he started to crawl between the bushes and under the foliage, looking for some weak spot in the building. "Did your weapon got a silencer in your rifle?" Raphael asked seriously, careful in every movement.

"Okay then. If we got the area, but DID YOU GOT A F*CKING MAP?! Oh, I think he didn't hear me, let's jump anyway. GIVE ME COVER!" And he gone with him as well. When he got to the ground, his Uzi went out of his vest into the hand into pointing something that was moving. "Yeah, I'm always good. By the way... Oh, his parachute is there, let's see what is going on."

Raphael knew he couldn't bring drinks to the mission, but you know... Laws are made to be bypassed. His mouth was smelling beer. But as he got a lot of experience with alcohol, he knew two bottles wouldn't even scratch his mind. "You know I'm always ready, bud." As he looked around, he saw a big dense forest. Raphael didn't pay attention earlier, too busy with his bottle and his box. "Oh man, this makes me remember Amazon... Wow, I think I saw... Oh, it was a deer... Well, we didn't have deers back there..." he said laughing, and thrown the bottle into the same box he brought with him. And checked his pockets, to remember he got three grenades, a big flashbang, and an Uzi under his bulletproof vest, and another one in that meant box. Raphael wasn't the type of man that like powerful shots, but rather killing seeds, silent but deadly. "Where are we landing?", he asked, stroking his hair, and looking to him. Jumping is an option, but as he didn't got a clue...

Cuddle's words lightened up Lemon's heart. He was seeking for hope in every single word of hers. But as she finished the speech, so his hope did. But his mind did not went into vagueness. Why? There was an information that his mind caught. "...But I have a good bet that it relates to summoning or cursing..." Several questions hit his mind, but they were the same. He then several answers were created as well, but they were useless, as they were just there to try to make him stop thinking about it. He needed to stop it. As he decided to stop, her eyes searched for a new thing to get entertainment. That's how he reached Awilix's eyes. Two strong, pink irises. Although she was in the bottom of the hole, her eyes could still reflect the light coming from the outside, and the light coming from the spear. She was just in time for her to say something. "What are you going to do after you leave this dark place... Friends..." Lemon smiled at the last word, that seemed to highlight itself. "Friends... I love this word. It makes me feel engaged in something. Well, we need to get out of here. Let's find some way out, maybe the same we three got here.", and with a signal, he invited everypony out of that room. He looked at Renatta, and clapped his hooves, just to wake her up. Her state of deviance was getting quite often, like his.

Lemon wouldn't hear his voice. Actually, one could say the couple were too deviant from the situation. But what caught their attention was the noise of the sudden flame, and obviously the orange and yellow light. While Lemon asked himself how could such trick be achieved, Renatta just stared at the fire, surprised. "Fire is such a beautiful thing", she said with wide-opened eyes, and her mind deviating from reality again. In other words, a daydream. But Enzo needed their attention again, because something uncommon appeared, and to such a small group there, anypony should have some very distinct quirks that would help the team... But if there was a quirk that would help, it wouldn't come from Lemon or Renatta. The symbols in the now illuminated wall would mean nothing. A basic pattern could be seen by anypony, but the situation would be still unanswerable at the moment. However, the feeling that something is uncovered, mixed with the sensation of being repulsed by the impossibility from understanding that, gave Lemon, in the end, a null feeling, of vagueness.

Lemon just stared at them. "Team?" "Team", Renatta answered, smiling at his face. He didn't listen anything from that conversation. "Well, looks like... Oh, the safe place..." Renatta looked at Awilix one more time, paying attention at her cutie mark. She didn't felt good at the moment, and her face just made Lemon ask her if is she doing alright. "I think these friends we've got are already my safe place, but thanks anyway for the help, Mr. Slices", she answered, with a bit of feelings' exploiting. She already found out, but Lemon don't know that calling his surname followed by "Mister" fills him with a feeling of pride. Something subconscious that Renatta is just learning to exploit. And something in her mind appeared. Didn't look like an actual thought coming from her own conclusions: "He is weak." "I know", she thought, as if she was answering to her own thought. Actually, talking with self is uncommon and awkward, but thinking with self is even more uncommon. Renatta's thought conversation made her lose what was going on, in other words, Lemon's conversation with Enzo. "You can convince everypony. You just got awareness of theirs' weaknesses. It will be easy for you to get the weaknesses of the others, you just need time." An evil grin made itself under her white muzzle. "How much time?" "How much time, say to me!" She didn't realize her last thought wasn't actually in her head. "What time, Renatta?", said Slices, and everypony there, looking at her, silent. "Forget it. I was… I was… Talking about how long would it take to… Oh, my head is so sore…" and then she pretended she was with a headache. Create a story from nothing is too hard, even for a day-dream.

We could hear a giggle uttered somewhere, muffled. It was Renatta. When she looked back to her partner, she met serious eyes, and a hoof raising to the muzzle. "Ssshhhhh""Ah, Mr. Slices, stop that. It was a good joke, wasn't it?..." Everypony was face-hoofing. "Better be quiet, young lady.", he said, facehoofing as well. "Actually," Slices said, looking at the new mare, "It's quite good that we have somepony new in the crew, but something really frighten me... Why the actual hay were you stuck in that room? I mean, you could die of starvation! Where is the actual way out, Renatta?" "There are... Wait... Lemon... Lemon, I am afraid to say that... " She started to hunt a door in the walls, failing to do so. "There would be no way out... She... She... " Renatta's voice started to die, her eyes filled themselves with water, and she finally hid her face saying a phrase, low, although it could be heard. "She would be stuck..." "Forever."

Renatta was still in the sudden hypnosis state. Lemon thought about the best way to release someone from illusion. "Ahn.... Ah! Like what the magicians do in shows!" Remembering how the magicians free their volunteers from hypnosis spells, with a simple clap of hooves, Lemon clapped as well. But it didn't worked. "Would she need some higher sound?", he asked. "AH! They are here again!" Realizing that she couldn't see nothing in that position, Slices finally realized: "She is convincing herself that they are here. Hey Renatta..." "What?" she asked back. "They are gone. Since a very long time. They are dead, I guess. This ship is too old." Renatta opened her eyes. Got up. "What was I doing? My head feels dizzy." "I don't know. But this doesn't-" "MOTHERBUCKER!" ((*Blam!*)) -Amazing sound effects, by Micolt Bay, BTW. They two looked at him. "Why is he nervous?", "Well, I don't know. I've been taking care of you for a minute and a half! How was I supposed to know that?" "Seriously? Death by starvation? I'm not even Zerbrican!" "He screams too loud. My ears hurt." "Shhh, he has a talking sword, I'm trying to hear" Enzo walked towards the debris of the destruction, and looked inside the gap. As he turned his face back, his eyes couldn't tell the others about something good. The rest of his face also. Then his face gave the finishing result: "Guys, you have to see this." No words came after that. He just stopped for three brief seconds. Slices' mind was still processing the previous informations, so he stopped as well, and the brief seconds grew. Renatta ran to the gap, curious, unstopped. "What is there? What is there?" "What is this room, anyway?" Slices said loudly, still not seeing inside of the room from far. "There are... Paintings. A mess of books and- Oh." Renatta stared at a shining lilac spear, and somepony getting up, behind a wooden box.