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"Oh haha. My combat experience is minimal anyways. I can do other useful things. Like stand watch all night. And cook bacon." She says, following him out. Her hand on her shoulder lights up, and she shivers as she heals herself. "Well, I'd imagine I bore a man of your stature. I'll be in my room, tracing stars. If someone needs me." She walks off to her room.

She grumbles a bit before handing him his rifle. "I think I may have dislocated my shoulder. And also, I'm a really bad f***ing shot." She holds her shoulder, wincing on contact. "I should probably see a someone about this. And, potentially, get my things in order."

She nervously crouched and aimed the weapon. From her hands spread a blue, magical fire spunning around the weapon like a magically flaming plastic wrapper. She had kinda hoped he'd do all the aiming and shooting buisness, because this next bit would've been far more impressive. Firing the gun, she acidently clipped the target in the next range too her right. The hole turned black and frosted over, but Sam was to bussy spewwing a stream of vulgarity about her bruised shoulder.Apparently, the gun was not firmly pressed against it.

"A gun, if I may. I don't personally own one. Actually, a gun that I could touch while you shoot would be preferable, as I suck at shooting." She grins at the rifle, "Like that. If you would rest that on the chest-high firing wall there, I could give a small demonstration." Her hands spark a bit, "You shouldn't have to worry about adverse affects to the gun, either."

"More like something to show you. And questions to ask. You know your way around a gun far better than I do, and my magic can have a bit of an effect on guns. Let me show you what I'm talking about." She gestures non-committally towards the gun range and made her way inside it.

Sam hears the Director's statement and lets out a humored breath. She was no stranger to being tired, but it was the night time. And she planned on having some fun. The spar had been plenty nice, sure. But it was a fraction in all honesty. Besides, tonight felt like a good night to do some gun-training. Helping her dragon friend understand what was happening, however, was probably a bigger priority. After becoming assured that he'd be fine, she teased him a little and handed him a small charm gifted to her a while back. It, similar to her orientation, would defend against illusions. After that business was concluded, she tossed Charles a grin and gestured toward the door. Deciding to wait outside for the master of guns, she played with an illusory ball.

Zac's eyes glaze over and he nods, "Yes ma'am." Slowly, as if in a trance, he trudges towards Charles. He pauses for a moment, seemingly confused, but continues and throws a punch at Charles' face. His heart didn't really seem in it. He couldn't really think straight either.

Zac, the character I introduced at the beginning of this, walks into the training room. Being a dragon with a human form meant twice the work needed to keep in-shape, so he'd hoped to get in some training. Unfortunately, everything was all locked up for some sort of brawl. He saw Sam and went to socialize and gather information from her buddy.

"Essentially, he was an innocent bystander who tried to do the right thing. Unfortunately, the 'right thing' was not in our best interest. We had tied him down, but I'm more than sure he's escaped by now." Sayaa stood up yawning. For some reason, it seemed like she'd spent an eternity in that chair. Picking up her cello, she followed Hikari to the car and loaded up, smiling at her new-found friend.

Count Paradox, on 25 Jan 2015 - 09:58 AM, said: (Sure, I'll go ahead and continue both.) Completely caught off guard, Dox let out a startled "Eep!" Before realising that it was just Twi and Chrissy. "Sheesh, you two scared me for a minute!" He smiled as Puff got in on the group hug, nuzzling her and kissing her nose. “Well, we wanted to help you on this special day,” Chriss says with a sly smile. “Why do you say that as if it were with evil intent?” Twi asks, her magic lighting up the room. Hearts and Hooves Day decorations cover the library, all lightly placed with care. Puff squees and nuzzles you some more, though you believe it has more to do with your kiss than the decor. Psych looks down, blushing. "I-its true. I've never seen a mare as beautiful as you are... And your music is beautiful as well... It was my favorite part of the concert." He paws at the ground with his hoof, embarrassed, to say in the least. "I-I'm sorry for coming back here, I know this place is only meant for staff and performers, but I just had to meet you... I'm just glad that I could actually find you... There were so many ponies moving around backstage that it was hard to focus and see who they were." He gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you have many ponies tell you that you are beautiful... I'm probably just part of a large group... I'm sorry to have wasted your time. I'll be going now..." He turned to leave, forgetting to spread his sight out, and... walked right into the door. "Ow! That hurt!" He fell backwards, his eyes clenched shut in pain, tears forming at the sides of them as he rubbed his injured snout. “H-hey! Are you alright?” she rushes over and wraps her hooves around your shoulders, trying to figure out if you hurt yourself. After affirming you were fine, she sighs a bit with relief. “As for that large following you believe of me… I might have fans, but…” She puts a hoof to her head, letting a faint breath out, “There’s a reason security back here isn’t tight. We aren’t a ‘rock’ group, or an act. We are an orchestra, and most of the time people view such acts as fancy and high class. It reflects on the performers in that it makes them seem higher.” She offers a faint smile, “Those ponies that would approach me on their merits are usually dissuaded by a perceived status. Those ponies who would seem a match to my status… they soon realize that I am not quite the butterfly they were hoping for.” She offers you a small smile, “Now, allow me to get that door for you, hmm?” Now that she’s this close, you notice that she has an abnormality: in her hair is a single hearts-and-hooves day ribbon. ChikoritaBrony, on 25 Jan 2015 - 10:30 AM, said: Beta looks around, seeing that they were practically alone. Beta then approaches Pinkie. He starts awkwardly talking to her. "So um Pinkie. Since we are now practically alone, wanna say hang out here at the party? I've been told I'm quite a riot to hang out with, She blushes, “Why Beta, I’m all for parties, but…. Alone in Sugar Cube Corner. On Hearts and Hooves Day?” She giggles nervously, “Well, why not? After all, the Cakes have already decorated and I’m not busy.” crisahys, on 25 Jan 2015 - 6:06 PM, said: Veil smiles and says, "thank you," as she receives the caramel apple on a stick from Applejack. As she watched the Pony Tones performing, the same memory came up again, but this time showing a daydream in her head of Scarred Rhythym and Veil collaborating in an art piece together. It was when she got her first cutie mark. She snaps herself out again when she noticed the melting caramel dripping onto her hoof. She licks away the mess and gets started on the apple. By the time she already finishes the apple, she wraps it in a napkin and set it down on the ground beside her until it is time for her to throw it away to the trash. Applejack turns to you when the Pony Tones finish their song with a smile, “So, y’all got any Hearts and Hooves Day plans? Nothin’ too fancy, ah hope.” The Shadow Stallion, on 25 Jan 2015 - 9:04 PM, said: Steelhide wasn't prepared for Luna's counter. He had underestimated her, a foolish mistake and one he wouldn't do again. He saw the thrust coming and swung his own sword in an arc, trying to throw Luna's thrust wide while spinning 180 degrees and kicking out with his back hooves at Luna. He succeeded in knocking her sword away, but unfortunately her thrust put her in a good position to knock your forelegs out from under you. By the time the tumble was completed, she was pinning you by your shoulders to the ground, smiling faintly. Very briefly, the arena filled with darkness and you feel the briefest, lightest kiss on your forehead, before Luna and the darkness where gone. Later, you would find in your armor a H&H day card with a night-time pattern, but no signature. HopeTheWanderer, on 26 Jan 2015 - 07:39 AM, said: Hope barely managed to hide his blush. "Well I...fell to earth, literally." The stallion replied curtly. "You see, I am from Aeria, not sure if you've heard of it. T'was a city built by us unicorns to sail through the skies. My people were kind of vain, like that. Life there was pleasant enough and Griffon raids kept things from getting too boring." He took a moment to finish off his food. "There were complications though, the leader died and was replaced by one more tyrannical. When that leader died, the magic holding Aeria up dissipated and it plummeted, many lost their lives. As far as I know...I'm the only survivor." Hope asked a passing waitress for the tab and then paid fifteen bits for their meal. “Such a tail you weave, of sorrow and strife. If this place we must leave, will you not stay longer this night?” She looks at you sympathetically, and you have her attention. And perhaps, just little bit more her affection. And perhaps the magic of the night hath lent to thee the small box of chocolates pressed gently on your knee. Happy Hearts and Hooves Day, here’s one on me. Lordav, on 26 Jan 2015 - 11:03 AM, said: "Oh... Wait.. really?" he was shocked. "I mean, there is this place and they have some very good meals... Maybe at 8?" His knees were shaking like jingle bells (ik my similes aren't that good =p) and only one thing was running through his mind 'Don't screw this up!'. He had absolutely no idea what else to say and slightly started to panick. Suddenly, he noticed Twilight standing there, just watching. He immediately bowed down, "Your highness..." Twilight blushes and waves you away uncomfortably, “Enough of that, please. It’ll make the other ponies follow-” Suddenly, there was a wave of ponies bowing. The brightness of Twilight’s cheeks could be comparable to the morning sun. With a bright flash, the Princess of Friendship was gone. The other ponies, free of their obligations, returned to their business. Sunset blushes to you, “So, umm…. Happy Hearts and Hooves Day. Where shall we go?” Comet Tail, on 27 Jan 2015 - 04:15 AM, said: [i'm assuming we've checked our bags and you just haven't explicitly mentioned it?] I follow along, grinning - both nervously and happily - at the unexpected physical contact. My ears perk as I glance back and make sure she's not dropping/leaving anything behind. I think I might feel more nervous about her accidentally leaving something that drops out than she is. As we enter the train and settle whatever business of boarding, I follow her, hot chocolates in magical tow. As we find a spot to sit and get our carry-on bags situated, I giddily comment; "I love train rides. They're kinda cozy, just some time to relax with nothing pressing to do, and all the while be surrounded by cool technology." I grin. [if she doesn't have any comment, then] I continue to ask; "So what was that neat-looking book you were reading? Something about magic and physics in space?" Meanwhile, I mentally check to see if her hot chocolate is running low. After all, I've now got an extra cup for refills if it does ^.^ (the one originally meant for Spike) “Ohh, just some relative theories about space. Scientists have been working on it since Luna broke free of her lunar prison. I was hoping to figure out a way to get to the moon.” She sips at her hot chocolate and smiles, if a bit sadly. “Would it be sad if I said this would probably be the most romantic Hearts and Hooves Day I’ve had. Actually, now that I think about it, probably the only one with a guy. Usually, I’m buried in a mountain of books…..”

"Then you'll have want to see any displacement," she retorts. And indeed, she uses such small amounts that it appears to have been untouched. Thusly finished, she levitates the bottle over to him and finds a spot to sit while she waits and watches. I could go for a milkshake right now. I wonder... are there still Stake and Shakes? Stake sounds good...

"Yo," she says, slightly pale, "I could use some of that heally salve. Kinda... deep shank you gave my shoulder here. Would hate to pass out on the ground before the next match starts. Kinda, ya know, s'possed to watch and stuff." She shakily gets to her feet. "And maybe some water..."

She saw him rushing at her and raised her hand, turning her head away. She raised her hand, glowing with it's magical charge, and waited for more pain to ensue. However, when she opened her eyes, her glowing hand was in Charles' face, and his knife was at her neck. "Well, it woulld seem we're in a bit of a bind..."

With a startled cry, Sam's (barely functional) combat insticts kicked in and she punched him in the gut with her frosty, zap-fire (stun variant of moonfire) charged hands. The knife lodged itself painfully in her shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground, clutching it. A steady stream of curses and cries flows from her mouth, before she begins chanting. Having becomes successfully pissed enough to cloud her senses, and afraid enough to be desperate, she released her spell. From the eastern corner of the ceiling (approximately where the moon should be considering the time of night) a barrage of silvery spears hurled themselves at gun-shot speeds toward Charles. (Not targeting vital areas. Should they hit, they should be at his feet and shoulder levels. Apparently she's not quite hacked off enough to kill you.)

Sam heard the gun go off and panic-shot off a moonfire blast. The lucky part was it hit a bullet. The unlucky part was that it hit the White Oak bullet and found it's self absorbed. The confusion of that caused her to miss the second shot, which pegged her right between the eyes. She fell down on her backside with an audible umph and blinked away the spots of her vision. Her eyes began to bleed off her magic. She tossed what looked to be a slow-moving magical grenade at Charles, which fizzed, crackled, and exploded in mid air to create what looked like a nice little fireworks display of purple, silver, and black. Winking at Masun (because she knew he'd see through this) she made two illusion copies of herself and slipped out of the ring, beginning to crawl around it towards Charles while puppetting her two clones. One seemed rather distraught and frightened. The other looked unimpressed, and kinda tired. "Fun times," the tired clone says, looking at her tired counterpart. "Oh, shape up, you. You are most certainly an eye-sore." The clone powered up to spout out some moonfire. Welp, discipline is apparently a hard concept to instil on an illusion.

"Shooting me would be super effective. I die to bullets. Actually, I die to a lot of things. Hmmm..." Sam steps into the ring, bringing out her book of spells. "Maybe after some study I could learn some sort of field force spell that could protect me. But unless you wanna give Auria a early meal, I would suggest not shooting me. Just a thought." She passes a hand over the cover of her book, decasting the illusion of ordinary clothes to her robes. Stupid rules about magical first days... Wish I coulda been wearing my actual sweats. Her spellbook floated in front of her in it's purpley-silver light. "Time to dance."

@@Chickey, "Is that so? Well then you'll be very pleased that your friend over there, Sofia? Yeah, she's a werewolf. Much easier to tell now that the moon's popping the horizontals upstairs." Sam grins and shoots Sofia a thumbs up, "Two things I can appreciate about you; wolves and traditional lunar orientation. Seems working with you will be much easier. You probably will be the first one to put magic into science. Shoot, that got closer with the A-Bomb, matter being energy and what not." She stifles a giggle and stretches, "Oh, is it not so much better to be awake at night? I just wish I could be outside right now." Her silvery-purple magic sparks around her fingertips, before she flicks it away. Then she sobers up a bit, "Oh, right. Sparring. Well, Masun, gotta say: Nooooooot a big fan of getting my ashe kicked by the people who're supposed to be my friends." Although 'friend' is a pretty loose term. We did just reduce one of use into a bloody pulp over a small language barrier. Someone should begin some damage control. "We should probably commence some damage control for the kitsune's particular Area. It would royally suck to have to settle a war we caused, yeah?" We'd lose so much breaking from Japan. Economically, anyway. The control large swathes of popular entertainment. Can't imagine the death of one of their citizens on American soil would go over well. Hmmm... I wonder what Charles thinks of this ability of mine, to 'see' werewolves. Isn't he a hunter guy for the rogues? I bet it could make life on his EU field-trips easier. Maybe an enchantment for a wristwatch? I'd say a gun or something, but those are too easily forgotten, stolen, or taken. And how would a person describe this sort of thing anyway? You glow with a sort of magical signature telling me, 'Hey, this chick? Yeah, she's kinda part of the Old Pact alliance thingy that we tap into. And yeah, she's the wolf part. Glowy, wolfy, bundles of fun. Exactly the person you should be drinking with.' Then I'd have to explain something that goes beyond our saved records to people who believe in only the magic I can preform, which is in it's self pretty bad in comparison, and then top it off with that nice little cherry that it's also the historic reason why my magic flares up around Sun mages. And phoenixes, I think. Never met one, but I would imagine. A firey bird would be aligned with the sun.... but what if it were a silver phoenix? Would it then be some sort of lunar orientation, or a strange new creature. Aghh, these hypotheticals.

The Shadow Stallion, on 22 Dec 2014 - 4:06 PM, said: (My Bad, I thought Luna was wishing luck ^.^") As soon as Steelhide made contact with the floor he turned his momentum into a roll, getting right back up on all four hooves. He eyed the surrounding perimeter. No obstacles to give either of them an advantage. However, Steelhide also knew he was at a disadvantage given that Luna did have magic. Steelhide swung a high feint at Luna's head before changing the direction of the swing to her exposed legs. Luna shoved him back, ruining the balance needed for that form of maneuvering. She nodded to herself a moment, before lowering her sword point and thrusting at Steelhide. She seemed to be testing him. Count Paradox, on 22 Dec 2014 - 10:47 PM, said: Paradox stays there for a while, happy that Puff is, well, happy. But after a while, something begins to unnerve him. "Hey, Puff? Where is everypony else? I mean, I'm enjoying our alone time, don't get me wrong, but doesn't it seem a bit... quiet?" He looks over at her, a bit worried. (Not sure if you wanted to continue this, but if you do here’s the reply.) Puff tilted her head puzzledly, and looks around. Frowning, she begins walking around to look for ponies. You hear a faint twang and see something you hadn’t seen before- a thin, black wire that Puff just stepped on. Suddenly, you are pounced on by Twilight and Chrysalis. Puff turns around and makes happy squee noises, before jumping on you as well to hug you. crisahys, on 24 Dec 2014 - 11:28 PM, said: Veiled Spike waits at her seat for Applejack to come back with food while drawing the scenery for ideas for her upcoming galleries and collaborations. She then thought about a fellow artist and best friend, Scarred Rhythym, a jersey devil with a good heart. Just as she is stuck on cloud nine, she snaps herself out and looks around to see if Applejack came back with food. The thought turns into just a glimpse that flashes her mind and goes away. Applejack comes back with a smile and sits down next to you. Intermission ends and the Pony Tones begin singing again. She passes you a carmel apple on a stick and watches her brother sing. ChikoritaBrony, on 24 Dec 2014 - 11:32 PM, said: Beta gladly accepted this challenge. "Oh sure maiden, my swing is brilliant as the swing set at the Ponyville school." The next song comes on and Beta does the most amazing swinging ever. It tired him out quite a bit as he was slightly out of shape, but he still managed to do it. Pinkie laughs and swings next to him. By this time, the party was pretty much over. The cupcakes were mostly gone, most of the ponies had left, and the stragglers seemed on the way out. Pinkie smiled as she turned off the music, allowing you a break from the dancing. Comet Tail, on 25 Dec 2014 - 3:13 PM, said: The book catches my attention as she stows it, one of my ears perking up and tracking it away, before turning to her as she talks. "We shall" I echo. "But, before we head off," I start, "Your bags seemed to be kinda maxed out, there. I think I've got some extra room in mine," I glance back to my right saddlebag, then back to her, "my right bag is a bit heavier than my left, so I wouldn't mind taking some of that weight off..." I pause for a second, sensing the opportunity for a pun, I plan out my next words, "-taking that weight off your chest at all! Or in this case, off your back." I grin a silly grin. Mental notes: >ask about what she was reading! >Spike has a special somepony? Curiouser and curiouser. >I wonder what books she's got in there?... She blushes, “Th-that’s alright, really. This stuff isn’t all that heavy. Actually, most of it is meant to make a place feel like home.” The train whistles long and loud. “Come on, before it leaves.” She takes your hoof and half-guides, half-drags you onto the train. HopeTheWanderer, on 26 Dec 2014 - 6:29 PM, said: Hope nodded and took a small bite of his salad. He had known of Saddle Arabia of course, but he did not know that zebras roamed there, but to be fair he knew little about the place as it was. The stallion briefly looked into Zecora's eyes as he ate before looking away, he barely caught her blush, and didn't bother trying to hide his own. "It is beautiful tale, Zecora. And your voice is unlike any I have heard." She blushes, “Be that good, or be that bad, lets hope my voice won’t find you sad. Now what of you, my date-night dasher. What lead you to me, late-night crasher.” She grins and winks at you, nearly done with her food. That Horse, on 29 Dec 2014 - 12:45 PM, said: @Nightwing *Scilight stops spinning Twilight, and he allows her to catch a breather, and he explains the answer to her question* Well, I don't particularly have a favorite interest, but if I absolutely had one, it would have to be along the lines of quantum science, or nuclear science. They just have so much appeal to me, considering that atomic manipuation is within the lines of quantum science and nuclear science. Nuclear science, to me at least, seems to involve manipulation of nuclear energy, like say, the sun, and quantum science seems to involve the manipulation of the universe itself! “Nuclear energy as we understand it usually involves the fission of small atoms to make a chain reaction. Such means could be used to manipulate the universe, as the fission creates new, but smaller atoms. Quantum science also has to do with the manipulation of energy. Both are intense and new fields of study. What do you like about them?” Count Paradox, on 21 Jan 2015 - 3:03 PM, said: (Here's the new entry. I hope I do better. XP) Psych was always a bit standoffish. Really, he had every reason to be, because it was as if he lived with other ponies emotions, so the only one he felt was truly his was being a little abrasive, not wanting to get close to anypony besides his family. However, that all changed when he heard a certain mare's music... Psych had been sitting in his room, enjoying his time alone, listening to the radio. As he listened, a deep, beautiful melody came on. As it played, he felt something he only felt when touching somepony else... Happiness. He expected somepony else had just walked by. "Anypony else here?" He asked. When nopony answered, he spread his sight out, walking around the house to see he was truly alone. He grinned and went back to his room, happy that he found something that actually made him, well... happy! After a while, his family came home, and he told them what had happened. They were extremely happy that their son finally found something to make him happy, even offering to buy him tickets to the upcoming concert in Canterlot that played that type of music, which he didn't hesitate to accept. A week later, he was at the concert hall, getting set to listen to the music that made him so happy the first time. Well, first, he had to listen to the full orchestra. While he enjoyed it, it just wasn't what he had listened to before... he was feeling like leaving, seeing as it just wasn't the same as before... He got up and was beginning to walk towards the exit when he heard it. The melody that he had heard before. He turned back, stunned that it was the same song he had heard before. He sat down, thinking, 'I really want to see who is playing...' He knew it would tire him out, but he just had to see. He spread out his sight out, looking towards the stage. What he saw was the most beautiful mare that he had ever seen. She was elegantly standing, leaning against the cello next to her, playing the most beautiful music Psych had ever heard. "She's... beautiful..." He whispered to himself. "I... I have to meet her..." Soon after, the song ended, and he joined in the standing applause. While everypony was leaving, however, he attempted to sneak into the back room. With his sight, he saw the backstage door was not guarded, so he snuck back to the back. He tried to blend in, trying to look like he belonged, while he looked for this mare. When he did, he quietly walked up to her and tried to get her attention, saying, "Um, h-hello miss... I heard you playing up there, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard... a-and it was played by the most beautiful mare I've ever seen..." He felt himself blushing. "M-my name is Psych, by the way..." (I hope that's better. I know its really long, but...) (Why Doxy, why would you apologize for length?) Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. A cross between a smile, a blush, and a question crosses her face. However, she also knows you’re not supposed to be back there. “Psych, is it? Come with me, please.” She leads you further back stage. It feels a little colder, and the noises of talking, walking, and mingling fade a bit. You hear a slightly squeaky door open, followed by the echo of hoof on polished cobblestone and feel a slight rush as she passes close by into the room. You can tell it’s not very big, and judging from the draft there’s a window to your right. She closes the door behind you and moves to the window. Blushing, you sense her awkwardly trying to think about what to say, before asking, “The most beautiful mare you’ve ever seen? That’s a… strong way of expressing yourself.” @@Lordav, Lordav was waiting behind a corner.... HIs heard pounding like a dozen raging stalllions, minutes felt days and days, months. He always admired Sunset, first just as a pony for the courage she had shown when she stood up to Celestia but after the stories from the strange world, it was something completely different. He heard how she helped defeat the sirens and each time he saw a glimpse of her he felt like in heaven. "Ok, this is it" he thought, this was the first time he ever asked anypony out. Taking in a deep breath, he shut his eyes, tried to put on the most confident face he could and started approching Sunset. Each step he took seemed longer and heavier and he felt his neck become as dry as the sands of Saddle Arabia. He got close to here, swallowed, reput his confident face, gasped but as soon as a sound came out of his mouth his tone dropped and all that preparation faded away as, she was looking at him. "Um... Hello, My name is-is Lordav and i must say i'm a hu-huge admirer of ...yours. I mean I heard everything about you... how you helped save that world and... and i was asking myself... I know you don't know me..but... but... If maybe you had no plans for tonight... i could escort... accompany...you ...to ... maybe ... dinner...maybe. Of course if you are busy and you can’t there's no problems whatsoever..." As he said the last sentence he took a small backward, tilted his head slightly downwards and put some sort of a smile on his face. This didn't go as planned and he was expecting a negative answer. She looks at you, then looks at Twilight (who you hadn’t noticed she was with). Twilight nods encouragingly, and so Sunset turns to you and offers an awkward, unsure smile, “Umm, sure. Dinner sounds… Nice. It’ll be good to see how Canterlot has changed.” You get the feeling that the awkwardness and lack of confidence weren’t really direct at you, however it is very clear that she’s fairly nervous.

Sam raised her hand nonchalantly. The weariness of sleep had almost completely left her, as the loose smile plastered on her face conveyed fairly clearly. She grinned in Charles' direction, saying, "I'm sure the breakfast gods will understand." She then turned her gaze back to Masun.

"Well, I could always serve the tradition fare of my people," Sam says spookily, "Liquor with a drop of Nightshade, and a bubbley cauldron of eye of newt among other nefarious oddities." She waggled her fingers spookily and laughed, "Ohhhh, that was stupid." "You can eat whatever you'd like for all I care. You could wait until the sun peaks to eat dinner so that your eggs may see the sun. I don't know why. In my opinion, the moon is far prettier and doesn't burn your eyes out for looking at it. But, I am obviously biased. So.... whatever."

It's 9:57? Feels like six... It must be dark outside. I wish I could go out there now.... Sam sighs and looks towards Masun, "For the record, I'm all for it. My only question is how your going to go about it. AREA has been fight my nocturnalization since I walked through the door. They've gone so far as giving me a door guard who drags me out of bed. Not really something I see them dropping soon. Not unless it was absolutely necassary."

A last second redirection of a moonfire blast froze the wall before she broke her own door down from her bed. "I want to sleep d*mnit! Why can't they ever respect THAT I NEED SLEEP?!?" She thrashed around in her bed for a bit before finally rolling out of it. Now, she looked especially frazzled. Giggling a bit to herself, she walks into her bathroom. Well, if hey want be bone tired, I'll give them bone tired. 3 minutes of make up later gave her the perfect balance of eye shadow to make her look goth. This, followed by the black pair of sweat pants, and the MCR T her parents had sent in their 'care package' a month earlier made her look just like the teens on TV. Gah, this is edgy. The only thing I could do to make this worse is die my hair some obscure color... like purple. No. Nonono. She sighs internally and splashes water on her face. A quick minute later, and some make up removal, she was instead suited up in a plain white t-shirt, and some baggy grey sweatpants. Taking a last-minute look at her stars to raise her spirits, she attempted what her mother would call a 'brave face' and walked her tired behind to the sparring ring. At this point, it was about like being pulled outa bed at midnight. She grabbed some soda outa the fridge on the way to said sparring area. This sh*t's gunna start becoming a signature if they keep waking me up like this, she thinks, downing half the can. A short orientation with a map on the wall later, and she found herself arriving. With a look of distaste, she peered through the door window. Steeling her nerves for the known butt-kicking coming, and the probable hours of nursing wounds afterwards, she opens the door and trys to find a shady corner to blend with. Of course, the grey sweatpants and white shirt wouldn't hide her as well as her former attire, but it might work out in her favor. Sipping her can, she tries not to just emanate her tiredness and general bad mood. How am I supposed to channel positive energy when I'm constantly lacking energy. You wouldn't ask Merlin to destroy an army after just climbing Mt. Everest and then deflecting a meteor. She begins t lose herself in reflection over her previous requisition. ​Why can't I become nocturnal? Because some leading psychologist believes humans are naturally diurnal? He's not a Lunar Mage. My culture barely limps on in it's patchworks and loose translations. We have good reason to suspect nocturnality as probable. I am tied to my element anyway. I am the most powerful I can be in the middle of the night. With a full moon if you'd like to be technical, but that shouldn't detract from the point. And the best response they give me is f you I said so? F them! Bloody energies take them, blast it. They are less than human. The whole time, her aura builds steadily and steadily, until she finally notices and dissipates it. Needless to say, she's not in the greatest of moods right now.

Sam narrowed her eyes and looked at Lenaria in the eyes, her shield starting to flare up as they made contact. She made Lenaria watch her battle the words in her head, "I was not questioning the validity of her work. I was mentioning how things around me tend to be inexplicable in a manner that I thought was joking. Ughh." She put two fingers to her temples, "Now, I think it's early, but before I go..." "I'm sorry that what I said sounded insulting. And, no worries. I'm not particularly upset, just kinda hope that you aren't either. Maybe you'll be able to explain magic scientifically. Win that Nobel prize." She looked over at Charels with a deadpan, and made his pen float up and stick to the ceiling. She then made the coffee pot float from it's dock and held upside down over his head, though the coffee didn't seem to want to spill. As for the finally, she cast an illusion around his eyes that would make him see everything as if everything were on the ceiling, and the two things she'd flipped were on the ground. Having completed that to her satisfaction, she walked off to her room, nodding respectfully to Masun, before locking the door and getting ready for bed.

"Physics?" Sam bit her lip but couldn't suppress the derpyv smile. She came out of the refrigerator with a disappointing off-brand soda and loked at the newcomer. "Sorry. I know it's a valid line of work, but..." She rolled magic across her fingertips. "When physics is manipulated constantly around me in a manor suggesting falsehood... hard to keep a straight face."

A silvery shield flashed around Sam as Lenaria spoke. She simultaneously jumped up, startled, and shot a bolt of moonfire into the floor. She blinked a few times, blushed, and sat down. "Sorry, you startled me. I don't see my protection ward flare up often..." She coughs as the Australian introduces himself, before going ahead with her own introduction. "Hey, my name's Sam. Umm, other than being a Lunar-oriented mage I'm really nothing special. I'm sure Masun over there can confirm both counts of that." "As for myself, I can confirm that two large, magical blasts of Solar energy where used to level both Nagasaki and Hiroshima. They used heavy amplification drugs and artifacts. This, combined with the fact that it was day time enabled their use of the spell. They didn't fare well in the aftermath however. The drugs they used really messed them up. That's part of the reason the Solar... magi," she may have mouth and obscenity, "Got cold feet with this place. According to my teachers, anyway." She looks over to the kitsune, "Unless I'm mistaken, I haven't caught your name yet." She heads over to the fridge to find any soda variety she could get her hands on.