DarkHaert

Krittius leaned back in his chair deciding against going to the telephone station. He put his hands behind his head and eyed McNair. "I was just about to contact you and a couple others. But good... You're early. That's very good. So what compelled you to join the MPA may I ask?" Krittius pulled a cigarette from his front pocket on his t-shirt and took took a long drag. Breathing out, Krittius said, "You don't mind do you?"

OOC: https://mlpforums.com/topic/149274-undercity-a-tale-of-heroes/?p=4433448 Krittius Von Istari, cleric of the Military Police Agency, sat down and looked at the desk of papers. He had been assigned a human, and a really old lion.... Why was he so old and still allowed to apply? Krittius mused to himself, then he stood up and went down to the telephone station in the converted temple. In the old days, the temple served a place where monks could train and protect the denizens of Undercity. However, as crime grew higher and several high police officials were proven to be corrupt, the Clerics, a militant sect of those monks, led an uprising and eradicated the old police force, and established in its place as the MPA, the Military Police Agency, in which plain creatures would be turned into warriors of the highest prestige, Clerics. These Clerics would educate others and protect the common people, while the lower class aided them. To the MPA, everything was a lesson. Including violence. However the MPA is not a religious organization or even a monk's monastery, it was a place to protect common people. Krittius sighed, he hoped that these old criminals really did want to turn out better, the MPA really needed dedicated individuals to help good people.

~~~~~~~~~At the Apartment Whirlwind looked at the robot hard, "The command should've allowed access to the origins.... Wait..." Whirlwind cocked his head to the side. "Is there a serial number? Then you could look it up. And ask her who activated her last, or issued the last command. That could work." ~~~~~~~~~At the Skiff Façade leaned against the railing of the ship, yawned, and decided a little shuteye was in order. "A couple minutes won't hurt no pony."

~~~~~~~~At the Apartment Whirlwind smiled at the griffon, "Use the access code, 876-087-7290. Trust me, it will work." Whirlwind en also said, "And check the contracts. I wonder if my name is in the list." ~~~~~~~~At the Skiff, the Strider Façade sighed, "Like anything good would happen. Seesh Façade."

Façade smiled to himself after Summer left. Then he laid back on the ship, prepping it for a long flight and then watching the Sunset. "This is the End of this age of mine." He muttered to himself, "What to do... Well, I know one thing, I certainly suck at romance. I hope that just time may present itself when we get back and the vampires would even consider me halfways trustworthy." He muttered to Shade. The deceased King just grumbled about needed a more emotionally stable host. Façade stood up stretching out his wings. Moving to the captain's wheel, Façade said, "Una hermosa noche." And smiled, "though the Summer Sun looks rather nice." And Façade proceeded to wait on is passengers.

"Can't forget what made you." Façade said, "Never can." Façade sighed, and smiled ruefully. "I heard about a monastery once. The monks there... They go out and kidnap ponies that they find society doesn't need. Then they erase your memory and train you into a warrior... Of some sort. I don't know." Façade stretched out his hooves. "I would keep an eye out if you guys return. Their reach is from Neighjing (Bejing) to Canterlot, they're powerful." Façade popped out the canisters from his back. And then he picked them up and lept onto the ship. "But if you guys need a ride home I can give you one." Façade said. "Need anything else Summer?"

"Nah, I'm just the same as somepony else if you don't consider my past." Façade thought about Equestria. "If y'all want to come back." Façade said, he stood up, and shook his mane. Façade turned and looked at the castle. "However, if Crescent is now King, I doubt that he's gonna be leaving." Façade picked up his bow, and unstrung it. "I'm willing to take y'all home if you need me."

"Ah, the fun questions. How do I explain this." Façade gestured to himself. "I was in a lab experiment 18 years ago. Project Dark Heart. It was to create ponies who were.... The project failed, and only I was.... created. They saw me, and that I was only a regular pegasus foal. And left me on the streets. I eventually scourged up that ancient armor. When I have finally had established myself in the world, I discovered there are others like me. And I went to live with one of them. That was a while ago, I then took up several contracts and began a career as a mercenary. Eventually I grew tired of it, and then decided to do my last contract. The one on Crescent and Emerald." Façade smiled ruefully, "The caps are what Whirlwind installed because my gene's can be easily manipulated because I was created. We took advantage of that, though I had the one on the back of my head since I was small." Façade then scoffed, "But the interesting thing is. The place where I was created, it was also a factory of mechanical ponies, of numerous sizes. So to them, I was just an imperfect machine."

(As in Shrek? Never watched it) "Problem with being Dark Façade. I not a pony, and nopony else will realize it, those who care about shouldn't know. But then again, I thought nopony should know about Shade, and we saw what happened when the truth came out." Façade said he shuddered as the canisters healing started on his damaged lung. "I think that if I was honest Summer, you'd know a lot more about this mysterious Pegasus. So I will answer some questions so you won't make assumptions about me, because I think that's the best way to know a pony. By not making assumptions. But then again, I just might be rambling."

"It depends on whether I actually works Summer. And making the same stereotypical assumptions won't help you. It's almost funny. Here I am, wondering if I will ever do anything to be better. And what happened today, I could have hurt you. Maybe I should just leave." Façade said. He looked at Summer. "The reason I don't want Loyal is because she wouldn't know what to do with me. I mean, look at me Summer. I'm glowing."

"The reason there so damn important, as you said, is because I can heal myself with these. It will take awhile, if it actually works." Façade pulled off his pullover, and felt the metal ports behind his wings become exposed to the cold evening. He then connected the canisters to the ports under his wing joints. Then he slammed his back into the side of the ship, forcing the canisters in. Some of his feathers glowed orange and his eyes changed into the glowing orange again. "Bloody Stars. This hurts."

"Trust me, I've been in worse shape. Besides, I don't think the doctor could help me. I'm not exactly... you know what, Nevermind that." Façade clambered into his skiff, before getting out. Façade sat down back where he was, and pulled out his satchel, and two glowing orange canisters. "I just need these." Façade said.

"Right, in a nonvampiric pony? I don't think so. But thanks Summer." Façade replied, "I think that I'm beyond help right now. Here's some advice for Crescent, don't stab a malevolent creature, because it might have a hidden ace, or a two of clubs." Façade coughed again, and noticing Summer's concern. "I'll be fine." Façade coughed blood again. "Damnit."

"No reason, just not top notch." Façade lied, somehow, using his special talent right now felt rotten. Façade smiled and covered his mouth again as he coughed again. No doubt she could smell blood. Damnit. "I'm fine, really. Though, Really I am sorry about... Shade, he's got issues. Something about an amoral code. Bleh." Façade said. He coughed and smiled. "I'm tougher than I look."

Whirlwind rapid fired several words, "Libertas Clamat autem potentes estis. Laudate mundi." Looking slightly disgusted, Whirlwind left the view of the camera. Shouting and cursing was heard. Then he reappeared, and wore a grim expression. And then the mechanical thing beeped online, and then it said, "Enter Commands." Whirlwind looked hard as the complex machine and the looked at Dark Beak. "What do you think we should tell it?" ~~~~~At the Castle Façade coughed up blood. "Shit... Damn it Shade! You are supposed to keep me from being hurt!" Façade fell into a fit of coughs. Shade replied, "Crescent stabbed you through, not me. I only healed the surface." "Well then what use are you?" Façade exclaimed. "The dangerous kind," Shade replied. Façade fell into another fit of coughing. And then he settled down. He noticed that the sunset was a beautiful ball of red fire. It colored his coat a dark orange, and he smiled, only to cough again. "Damnit." Façade looked at the sunset again. "Fall of another age, Mine."

Façade heard the comment regarding Zecora. "Right, as if I'd actually get rid of him. And I let him out Crescent," Façade muttered to himself. Façade leaned against the skiff, he was exhausted from wresting control from Shade. "Huh, that went well, I didn't get chastised for being here. So.... Yeah." Façade was tired. He looked at the gate to the castle, and smiled. "I hope Crescent does some redecorating. The place looks like shit." -----------At the Apartment Then a sound akin to a jet engine came from the mechanical mare, and she powered on. "It worked! Yes!" Whirlwind exclaimed.

"I'm certain that I could happen if you don't keep wise of what's happening to you." Façade said, "I don't know what all Shade showed you, but he only can give you a picture from experience. That's the way he is." Façade then weakly walked past now King Crescent. "Good Day Crescent." Façade sluggishly hauled himself to his ship. And then he sat beside it.

"And to think Mall was defeated by this." Shade muttered, "I am not letting Façade out. He's not me, and right now he's not in control." Shade teleported. "Crescent, think of what I'm telling you. I was defeated, so I came back stronger, and this time I won't relent. But regardless of how much blood you shared with Emerald, I know that you would not be worth the fight. So I'm going to show you something. "A simple illusion, but a message nonetheless." The world fell away, until only a ruin of the castle was left. Manity was ablaze. And the Elder laid dead on his throne a knife in his heart, and bite marks on his throat, ponies that Crescent cared for lifelessly thrown about. "I could say this is what happened if Wane or one of the other contestants won. But it could be your rule." The hellish image traveled back to Ponyville where the rest of the ponies who knew Emerald and Summer were mourning. "Power will corrupt. Look at the fallen King before you." Shade said. Then suddenly the illusion snapped away, and Façade and Shade flickered while they fought for control of the body, and then Façade appeared. He stood shakily, obviously weak. But determined in his resolve.