DarkHaert

Shade smiled, which revealed his mouth of jagged teeth. "I am not that honorable pegasus." Shade teleported onto a chandelier hanging above. "When Summer killed me, I knew that when I returned, I wanted the advantage. So... I traded the some my powers... Flight primarily, for unicorn's magic." Shade teleported behind Crescent, and Shade slammed his full weight into the gray batpony. "You forget, I am not of flesh and blood. But of Shadow and Vortex." Shade laughed, "And before I do what Façade had asked of me, I want to pay you back for the grief you caused me last time we fought."

Shade smirked at Summer and the other vampire. "How is not important anymore, what is, is the fact I have an objective. And I will complete it, despite Façade's moral code. I am not he, and he neither I. So I can do this." Shade quickly teleported behind the mares, and drop kicked Summer before digging his claws in. "The best part of being Shadow, is the fact I don't bleed. Blood is weakness just leaving the body. And no doubt Crescent will hear your heart as your blood starts to leave your pathetic form." Shade teleported, and quickly turned down several hallways. Killing the guards in his way. No doubt Crescent could hear those hearbeats as well. So Shade continued to drop bodies through the castle. Circling back towards Summer. Shade then realized... Façade's heart was still beating. "They can track me... Damnit!"

Façade heard the whole fight over his phone. He grimaced and then turned back. He still could see Manity. Then he heard a sound that resembled screeching metal. "Façade, You cannot leave, I may have said it's not my fight, but now it is." Shade echoed in Façade's mind, "Summer did something to me that day, when she sent me under. I felt emotions for the first time. Fear, Anger, and Sorrow. These emotions were alien to me. But now I get it. You feel responsible for what happened to Summer. And now you're going to exile yourself and hurt everypony around you. So now, I'm going to play boss and show you what happens when I'm angered. Things have happened in this city for far too long. Corruption has seeped into everyponies' lives." Shade took control, and he set his shadowy form ablaze with violet ethereal flames, silvery armor formed on his form. "I'm gonna show you what happens, when I want to change something. I'm going to go to Crescent, and tell him you're sorry, and then tell him to fix the Problems in this city." ~~~~~~~~~ Shade landed the flying skiff at the front of the Manitese Vampire Family's home. He landed, and when the guards told him to leave. He threw them. He was a machine of destruction. He manifested claws where is hooves should have been, and then his teeth sharpened. His purple eyes where pinpricks as more griffon and vampire guards came to fight the near-demonic creature. He slashed and beat up the guards. Soon Shade was standing over the unconscious forms of many guards. Shade then entered the castle. Now he had no guards to deal with. He was going to find those sorry little whelps know as Emerald and Summer. And maybe scare them half to death to make them think he was still a monster. And he would have to talk to Crescent, And tell them what needed to happen to this city they wanted Façade back. ~~~~~At the Apartment~~~~~~ "Press her eyes in, and you should hear something akin to the sound of a turbine engine." Whirlwind said, "She will then state what her current orders are, what version model she is, and then she'll accept verbal commands and changes to her orders, and then say 'Run' and she'll fully turn on, existing within the commands you gave her." (I won't be able to post as often after this one, so can do what you need to with Façade, I will post when I can though. (Like once or twice a day)

Façade watched the scene unfold before him. He nearly vomited at what happened to the changling. Façade was near furious, Façade wanted to know who this older pony was. Wane had known about it. Well, damn these "games" to hell. Crescent and Wane were arguing over the crown. Huh, and this was on live television... Façade looked out the window. There was the castle. Façade considered his options. Then he looked and suddenly he knew how he could get in. Slowly exiting while Dark Beak worked on the robot mare, Façade exited the hotel room. He ran up to the roof, and Façade felt the presence of Shade. "I know what you're thinking Façade, and if I was to assault it... Nothing would happen to you. Except three ponies inside would know that it's you. They would never forgive you." Shade said. "I expect that you've learned self control?" Façade asked. "Sadly, I have. And I think that I will... If you cause enough of a mess on the first floor, the rest will come to aid the king. It could work, but Summer would remember what you had done." "Yes, she would, but the killing of innocents, that I shall not stand for." Façade said. "Then we will do it. But I cannot fly." Shade protested once more. "Then teleport." Façade growled. Façade let the shadow of Shade consume his form. He felt himself be pulled apart, and then he exploded into a vortex of shards. Shade looked up. He felt himself fully form. He was wearing ancient silver unicorn armor. Shade sadly didn't know many spells. But who couldn't say no to improvisation? Shade teleported in a violent explosion of light and sound, and he was off. After about fifteen minutes of teleporting and crashing. Shade looked up at the castle. And heard a guard set off an alarm. No pony was supposed to be near the castle during the games, unless they were to become a bloody snack. Luckily for Shade, he was made of Shadow. Shade coalesced into a solid figure. He was a thing of black tendrils that sometimes would float off and then reattach. His eyes were pinpricks of purple, and his body resembled a skeleton. In a deep voice that didn't below in this plane of existence. "I am one of the many creatures that inhabit the shadows like you. But I am far from anything like you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shade looked at the doors, and then sighed. "This is not a battle to be fought. It would not help anypony." A shift of light and sound, and Façade appeared again. Façade turned and took off. He was not needed here. He didn't need to meddle. Façade decided to head back to Equestria, where he might be needed. He boarded his ship, and found that it was still shipshape. Then launching from the harbor, a familiar kick of the engine and a sputter that he had come to know. Façade set off to Equestria, am be he would go to waterfall that Crescent had spoken of, maybe not. Maybe Façade had had enough of vampires. Maybe not. Who knew? The small flying skiff flew over the water. And Façade then knew why he had come. And it was idiotic to say the least. To think that the situation could be made better was a lie. Façade looked at the blood orange sun. He felt a sadness, it hurt. He found his satchel and pull out his headphones. And drowned his sorrows in the harmony of music. "Home" was only a while away.

"His phone number is a little strange, 4-26-3733, call me if you get it working. His phone number sometimes changes based on the hour." Façade said, he peeked into the box and started pulling out the different pieces. He made about thirty-eight different piles sorting out the piece. Red wires, blue ones, bolts, broken metal. Façade took those pieces that had been broken, and had them quickly reforged. After about an hour at the smithy's. Façade returned to the apartment. He also had picked up his swords, and he returned and saw that the phone had finally connected. And a familiar alicorn appeared. "Façade? Is that another one of your associates? Wait.... Is that... Hmm. I think I've seen you before. In Ponyville. Nah. What did you two need?"

@@cwhip9, Façade looked back at Dark Beak, he eyed the robot parts. "You got a phone? I could video chat Whirlwind, he's a cousin of mine. He's real good with machinery and tech. He can just about make anything." Façade glanced back at the television, "Cresent is gonna get his ass whooped if that weird fella doesn't play the right notes." Façade sat down and looked at Dark Beak.

Ignis 12 smiled at them. "Of course" he smiled and walked past them. He cracked his neck, and the sound resembled glass scraping glass. His mechanical legs whirring, he lit his horn, and the music stopped. "I would act peacefully with the upper realm, Second Sight. But I wonder.... Would they behave the same to us?" He teleported, and after fifteen minutes, a humming could be heard. Ignis 12 appeared, "They're on. C'mon. Want to help 47? We've got to go." Ignis 47 stepped onto the elevator.

Façade woke up. Pain wracked his system, he ejected his canisters, the pain began to fade. He didn't know where he was, and he groaned. "Damn it! Ugh!" Façade stood up out of e bed. He was back in the apartment. He shuffled to the kitchen and brewed some coffee. He then looked and saw his bow completely intact. He smiled and winced as the pain finally left his system. "Dark Beak? You here!?" Not hearing a reply Façade decided to watch the news. Flipping on the television, he saw a report on the attack of the metal mare of death. Somepony had taken a video on their smartphone of him in his hood taking down the mare. Then the video showed a bandana covered Dark Beak. The report dubbed them as "vigilantes" who should be brought to justice, but were pardoned because of the circumstances. Façade sipped his bitter coffee. He gagged a little. "That's good." Façade sat down in a chair, and watched some more of the news, and he switched the channel to one watching the Crown Maze event. "Why does that one bloody bat look not right?" He wondered. Just something about the way he fought....

Façade felt his adrenaline pumping in the back of his head. He grabbed the bomb, and rocketed off, leaving a yellow-orange streak of light. Façade flew for a second, before throwing the bomb up. It sailed upwards, inertia helping Façade for once. He turned around and began to fly down when the bomb exploded. Flung by the force of the explosion, unconsciousness came over Façade, comforting him again.

"Damn it." Façade muttered, he threw a flashbang and slid off the building, and pulled the blade out of his leg. He growled as he did it. He then ran inside the forge where he had his blades heated. Façade retrieved the, from a very scared blacksmith, and lift the twin orange blades. The heat coming off them was intense, and should do what Façade needed to. Façade returned outside with the orange hot blades, letting the adrenaline ignore his wound. He lept back onto the building, and then before the mare could react. Plunged one of the heated blades into her neck.

Ignis 12 smiled, "47 essentially acts as our sheriff around here. He is going to try to take down Ignis 26, 26 has killed several other Ignises, and to avoid further bloodshed, he's going to lock up 26. Ignis 47 even built a special type of inhibitor ring, which will completely shut down the magic of an Alicorn and also render their wings and hooves useless, synthetic or not. In fact he perfected the model himself. Nutcase." Ignis 12 pulled out some maps from a panel in the floor, and then he said, "I can turn on the rest of the generators if you'd like, and then to get to the 14th floor, just use the elevator, and use the manual override to the bottom floor. But be careful, that thing... It's powerful." Then a familiar voice comes on your radios, "Hello? Foulbearer? Second Sight? Redwood? You there? Can you give us a report?"

Ignis 12 looked at Redwood, "Ignis 47 is another one of the Coepi Ignis Project, the project had fifty subjects, and about 21 live. He is the most genetically stable of us inside the lab, but he has his own issues. He seeks to get us out of this building, to freedom, but to do what is right he will do as he must. As for Dead Eye, he is a creature that mostly keeps to himself, sometimes he can speak to the more dangerous Ignises, which like to kill ponies for fun. He is comprised of several creatures DNA, I don't know what, as for what he stands for. He wants somepony named Watch Eye dead. She supposedly had his insides removed just to see if he could regenerate, and when he did, repeated the process three times. It's disgusting to me. Anything else I can help you with? Anything you need to know about this facility?"

"You're very observant Second, as for my legs, yes, they are a bit different from what you have attached to your hoof." Ignis 12 looked like he was going to consider Second Sight's request when he spoke, "It's not that we don't wish to tell you, but we can't. Something resides at the bottom of floor nineteen. It isn't angry, but actually just curious about you two." Ignis 12 looked like he was struggling for a moment to breathe when he gasped and then continued on. "It can't find a way to take control of your mind, which infuriates it some, but makes it more curious. It calls itself "O" but it's real name, as far as I can tell, is unknown. The creature down there. That's the abomination, the thing that shouldn't exist. It doesn't even resemble a pony."

Inside the spacious room sat a pony. It had similar technology to that of Ignis 38 on it's body. It stood up on robotic legs, and looked at the two ponies that entered. "Hello, Redwood and Second Sight. Your delving into this lab has caused quite a ruckus amongst our little family. I am Ignis 12, and due to that, my bones are fragile, so Dead Eye has taken to calling me Glass. So if you intend to hurt me I'll kill you." Ignis 12 looked at them, and his eyes were a cyan blue color. He was very similar in color as Ignis 38, and he was also an Alicorn.

"Toxic to you. Not to me. I left the gas masks for you." The spidereyed Pony hangs there before dropping down. "In that room, rests an Ignis, he's strange, and has a weird way of using words. I would be careful of him." The spider pony walked past them down the hallway before looking back. "You should be also know, a revolver to his head could kill him. We call him 'Glass'". The spider pony then climbed into the elevator, through the gash in the floor in a very un-pony manner.

As Redwood approached the music, something creaked above the red pony's head. And a familiar face appeared infront of Redwood. The spider pony, Dead Eye, was hanging from the ceiling. Up close, you realize that his mouth is actually two pincers over a mouth filled with sharp teeth. The spider pony appeared to be content to hang there, it was as if it was waiting for Redwood to say something.

When the elevator stopped, the sign next to the now open elevator door read 'Level 5'. A dust filled the air, and for some reason, gas masks laid in a box, ready to be used. It was dark, as usual, and... music could be heard. The tile on the floor was dirty, and cracked. In addition to all the other strange things about this floor, water pooled on the floor and in the cracks.

Façade muttered "Apologies" under his breath, and then saw the mechanical demon flying towards him. He then took one of his flashbang grenades, and threw it under him as she drew near. Bright light filled Façade's vision, but his goggles filtered out most of the light, however, they didn't filter pain. Façade was thrown a little by the explosion the flashbang had caused, and then he drew his bow, notched with an arrow, and then he fired it into the mare's glowing eyes.

Façade wrapped the bandana around his face, and pulled some heat goggles out of his satchel. He pulled the goggles on, and orange and blues filled his vision. The mechanical mare lit up bright red, meaning it basically had a heated engine. He drew his bow, and flicked his wrist, letting off an arrow. It hit the mechanized demon, and Façade drew another arrow, and he half jumped and half flew to on top of the building. He let off another arrow, and drew another.

Façade heard something, he tried to focus on it. "Dark Beak, something is not right." Façade felt a way of pain through his head, and then clarity. He heard something.... Just he didn't know what he turned around, and pulled out his telescope, and extended it at a black dot he saw in the sky. The mechanical mare. Façade readied his bow, and shouted, "Everypony! Take Cover!" at the top of his lungs.

"Actually, it doesn't, because if I don't know what you're saying, how can I know you're guilty?" Façade was lying, he had mastered several languages and had mastered lying, but he didn't care to tell anypony. Or Dark Beak. "As for the competition, I don't care. It's all meaningless in the end. We all eventually meet the same end." Façade picked out his canisters, and put all of them in, feeling the genetic material changing him. Glowing orange appeared on his wings, tail, mane, eyes, and made geometric lines on his skin. Façade just sat there watching the crowd, while the pain went through him and then it was gone. "Hope the choo-choo train of death shows up."

Façade had not caught the hoopla on the television. It was ridiculous to him. And no doubt it was full of cheating too. "Do I look like I speak Mantalian? No, and honestly, I'm not interested in it." Façade finished tweaking his tools and weapons. Then he stood up and a opened the door. "I'm headed for the forge. I have a feeling that mechanical bitch will show up again." Façade headed to the forge, not paying attention to whether Dark Beak had decided to follow or not. When Façade arrived at the forge, he had the blades put in a heater. And then Façade would pick them up when they were hot. Façade then exited the forge to the town square right outside, and sat down. He decided to watch the crowd, and ignore the feelings of loneliness.

Then down the hall Ignis 38 appeared, "You know, I think that what Dead Eye was talking about was o. The nineteenth floor, you know, along with the other four that aren't supposed to be there?" The blind pony directed her head towards Redwood, "You know, Talking about ponies behind their back is a mean thing to do. The geny will be up in running in no time." She exited to another room, a fizzle was heard, and she was gone.

This hallway is a disarray, all the doors are open, the generator is actually been halfways turned on. A computer console is down the hallway, and loose cables hang everywhere. Claw marks gouge the hallways, and there is dried blood in some of the marks on the walls.