Octavia's Bow

"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."

*Puts away Math textbook for a moment* Sure. In all honesty I haven't had time yet to really read them. They're all in a g-doc, but it's easy to swap.

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.

Sorry guys, I've been busy busy with schoolprojects and trying to get into college. Not dead (yet) but not ready for posting. >///< Well, it'd require much less research. Is that what you wanna do? I'm sorry... did I miss you? And sure, you can go for Spitfire.

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.

"Oh. I didn't realize..." she blushes, "I just thought you knew eachother before I met you guys." She stands, stretching, "We'd better check up on our apartment. I got a feeling our good Samaritan got free. Specially since pizza boy here was s'possed to guard him instead of burning musical instruments. For no particular reason.

"I believe the question was designed for thought, or to deflect personal blame," Sam counters. "Further, if you could assume a form that wasn't a person in the meating, that'd be great." Just how many people are coming? I need to sleep or else AREA is going to go crazy on me...

"Charley huh? Hmm, charming." She sits down in an unoccupied chair, "Australian by the sound of things. They don't have wolves naturally there... that must positively suck." She sighs tiredly into the seat, "Now, why are we s'possed to gather here? I was told I was reassigned and that's about it." She tossed up a smile, but closed her eyes. People who knew her would know that she was not near sleep yet. People new to her were generally worried.

"That's all fine and good, but should you find yourself hunting a wolf in my presence you will be assured altercation," says Sam with a smile, walking into the room about a minute or two after the others. "I'd tell you my name, but I know you're just gunna spin it. So, I thought up something for you: For me, Midnight Sammy works." Sam stretches, showing the emblem at the front of her robes that had previously been covered by her sleeve. The silver wolf designated her order; the only significant group of lunar mages to survive the collapse. Once a small intelligence segment of a government supporting magic in general, the Duskwalkers were famous for two things- loyalty and their symbol. Of course, the giant silvery crescent moon on her back (previously covered by a couch) was probably much more useful at discerning her magical alignment. "Of course, Sam is probably easier to say. Pleasure to meet you, Mister?" She stuck her hand out to shake with Charles, nodding her hello to Auria. (Changed for Mal~)

"Sam. Just Sam, please. That looks like it hurts. Alot. Infected even..." She looks back up at Auria, "What bit you?" She sits back, looking concerned, while pulling out her spell book. I might have a spell in hear for small cuts and scrapes. It's obviously a bit more serious, but the spell could protecr against infection... Here! The entire time her tired mind could only focus on one thing, so she didn't really hear what Auria said. And... well, she also forgot to ask if it was okay to cast the spell. She just sort of casted it on Auria's arm. Lunar magic, unlike solar magic, isn't tied down to religions that shun nightly creatures. Things like vampires, werewolves, and zombies... not a big deal. So, the magic was relatively safe for use on just about anything. Just not something constantly regenerating. Not if you're expecting something small. The magic soaked into Auria's skin, cleaning up the wound and instantly closing the wound into thin, silvery scars. This caused the tired mage to jump a bit, wide-eyed. "That wasn't s'possed to happen." She started studying the spell, "Did I do something wrong? That's supposed to be small cuts..." She blushes at Auria, a little embarresed, "Not that there's anything wrong with the result, but..."

@@Azura, Sam looked at the other girl from under her hood. The humanoid next to her wore a hoodie that covered most of her features, reminding her a bit of Left 4 Dead. While an undead wouldn't be unheard of- oh... There's a bit of blood on her sleeve. It's not spreading, so she's not currently bleading... but... "Midwest training facility. Are you hurt miss? You've got a little bit of blood on your sleeve." Sam proceeded to take off her own hood to give the newcomer a tired smile. The darkening bags under her eyes making it clear that she was forcing herself awake. "They've been-*Yawn* yammering on like that for a few minutes now. Can't really handle a crowd while the sun's up, but uhhh..." She leans in as if to check the arm, then stops, "May I?"

Having gotten her things squared away (and shot Zac the room location), Sam changed into her robes. An unfortunate custom of magic. I seem to need to brand myself magical. Zac never has to wear robes... She smiled at a remembered conversation about racism, though more because the dragon had been actively telling jokes. It had come to her attention a while back that such memories were hard to explain to others. It's hard to tell people the closest thing you have to a brother is a dragon. Her thoughts were interupted by a stray something under her feet, causing her to trip. With a sigh, she realized she'd thought into the stairs. Wonderful. Well, at least nobody was here to see that. She brushed off her robes and proceeded upstairs to the commons. She frowned when she found it occupied, and put her hood up. Sun is on the upswing. I don't wanna deal with people while I'm tired. She sat in a couch as far away as possible to watch some television.

"I never did ask what your connection to him was..." Sayaa says, nibbling on the highly flavorful chicken. Chicken that had been obviosly poured over with TLC. However... she didn't want certain table guests whom she hadn't forgiven to know se enjoyed it. So she ate it slowly, watching Hikari around the leg.

Life. Mine will be short, or at least short than a Were, or a vampire. Perfectly normal by human standards, which I still technically qualify into. People spend years dabbling into its meaning, and yet come short of anything meaningful. Perhaps life was never really meant to mean anything. Some random gene glitch gave me the powers I currently possess, and an aptitude to learn more. By some standards, you could slap me into some tights and a cape and call me a super hero. But who really wants to wear all that plastic? ahh, I believe that beep is the door-guards reminder that I have nightly studies. And to wake up. These were the thoughts running through Samantha's head as she gazed at the star-map. The starmap was actually just a little plastic covering over a projector light pointed at the ceiling. She had requested it sometime between the mesh of time that was when she was picked up for this 'job,' and now. Funny, I thought I would keep time with it... The door on locked as a groggy-looking male, lightly armed, motioned her out, "And study this time Samantha. The boss gets... well, he gets pretty pissed. And then he reports to his boss, an so forth. For my sake?" "No worries Zac!" she pats his shoulder, "This week I'm ahead of my studies!" "Yeah, and you said that last week." "At least I didn't fall asleep at the door with a p-" "You said we wouldn't talk about that anymore!" he says hurriedly, in a hushed tone. She winks and waves him off, headed towards the commons. Time to see what was going on in the world. After all, she hadn't really had many field missions. Meaning, moonlit strolls. Before she turned the corner, however, Zac stopped her. "Hey, wait a moment. Apparently, you've got mail." "Huh?" she walked back to the door, which had a wall-mounted computer-lock. It was useful for a lot of things, but it also kept her familiar belongings all locked up and safe behind a presumabley uncrackable decription. Though, as with all things, that didn't mean one-hundred-percent safe. >To: Dossier Zac Dragonov (Actual name can't be spelled) >CC: Samantha Raelyn >Subject: Reassignment >Encription: Blue __________________________________________ Attention Agents: This message is to inform you that you have been reassigned to Area 51. Your ride will arrive in two hours. Note that all magical possessions assigned to this facility will be <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. Your belongings must fit in a <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. This assignment will be PERMANENT until further notice. Please note that this means that this is your last hour on OPERATIVE TRAINING BASE ONE. Please pack any and all personal belongings. Any left belongings will be <REDACTED>. Be ready in 1 hour. ___________________________________________ "Well Zac, I guess that means you've got an hour to get your scales collected. I've gotta pack." "Scales? I don't shed scales in this form!" he replies indignantly. "And you expect me to believe that you leave yourself in 'this form,'" she asks in a slightly mocking tone. "Come on. I need my door guard to protect me from the idiots who thing I plant wheat." Zac sighs and lumbers off, while Sam turns back into her room. Pulling open a door to reveal her closet, she pulled out her suitcase and started packing. Her clothes, of course. Emergency money. Journal, check. Lunar Tome, check. Ceremonial robes.... unfortunate check. Assorted items to make the new room feel like home? Double check. And, of course, her little light. Carefully taken apart and put back into the box, she slid it safely under some clothes. No need for the ride to break the light. All ready to go, she met up with Zac and was rushed quickly into a tinted SUV. She noted, with a certain amount of euphoria, that it was indeed night time. This meant two things: One, she felt energy and connection rush back into her bones as her power source found it's tiny, lonely follower, and two-they could take the fast plane. Within another hour, they would be in Arizona... or wherever Area 51 was. That wasn't the news she followed anyway. ______________________________________________ Even with one of the fastest passenger planes on the planet, it couldn't compare to the fast plane. Which is why it mildly confused her when the Agency stuck a dragon posing as a human, and a mage connected to the night, into a regular old airplane. Sure, they'd gotten Silver class, which was better than Economy, but wasn't this whole thing supposed to be an illustrious but secretive schtick? The music on the speakers was not her favored Beethoven, or Motzart. It wasn't Avril Lavigne, either. Not Evanescence. Not even the Black Eyed Peas. In fact, it sounded like it was all by 'unlicensed local artist, according to the excessively dim screen. And to top it all off, it was all twangy country, and grungy rock. Suppressing a groan, she opted out of it and resolved to stare at the sky with her thoughts. So many places on this Earth. So many places, and I'm among the small number of Lunar Mages left. According to my studies, we lost-beat out hard-style by our supposed brothers of the Solar Sect. Probably because they were more appealing to a more normal audience. I mean, it's hard to garner allies when you're sleeping scheduled is the exact opposite of theirs. A bloody battle anyway, in some unfathomable pre-history. And hey cut us down to a point that I could be likened to some rare or precious artifact, down to the point where I could be 'hired' to be preserved. Lovely. Doesn't make it easier to learn my magic though. At that point, she had to concentrate on controlling the random sparks of energy to ensure the safety of the flight, and her person. She took some suppressants, with a side-affect of drowziness, and fell asleep for the rest of the flight. ______________________________________________ When she awoke, it was still night. Or at least, nigh again. The black-tinted window had fogged up, leaving a mark where her now-cold cheek had been only moments ago. Night time in a desert. Cold, but not unfeeling. Perhaps if someone asked, her energy would fill them with warmth... Another sigh. To many in the last few hours. She was already missing "home". The gate was unassuming. The tech inside was not. Fortunately, having already been through her regularly scheduled ID update, the elevator ride was easy. Zac, however, had not. It's hard to remember when your older than a century, he would say. That, and the human form they used for his ID hadn't changed in the ten-ish years Sam had known the dragon. She slid her ID and rode the elevator down, shaking off the suppressant. She shuddered, glad she was alone in the elevator as the silver-light of her magic burst out of her and dispersed. An uncommon, but non-threatening side effect of the suppressant. On some people, it interfered with the natural flow of magic in the body-essentially their energy, which the Chinese had been known to call Chi, though the two weren't quite the same. Still, they operated similarly enough that it enhanced one's understanding. An unbalance in this energy could cause some quite serious consequences, but the drug (at least this version) was nowhere near strong enough. It didn't even lock the powers away. That being said, she was glad to have shaken it. With a sigh, she stepped out and showed the guard her ID behind a youngish man who smelled like a bar. Shaking fanciful images of her assumptions of this man's night from her mind, she went to find her new living quarters and 'set up shop'.

Yep. Go for it. If you'd allow me to do some research on Coco.

Accepted

*Blinks* Oh, is it my turn Dawnpath? *Sigh* I suppose round two couldn't hurt* *Telebeams into RP* Go for it Dox. Which one you using? @@legionbrony, Go for it. I will do my best. @@Lordav, This will certainly be interesting. Which universe would you like to be in? Pony or Human?

*Sad hug* Happy new years. Have fun!

Actually, I'm quite alright. But if you were talking about Dawnpath *White-with-brown hair pegasus flys by furiously scribbling on multiple papers* He could be slightly distracted. But go ahead and submit your application. If you stick around longer than others, you might find you enjoy these... shenanigans. *Returns to her practice* She hath not been, need your OC and you may postarino.

What happened to Draven?

Yeah... but aren't you daiting someone?

The Head Cannon Heavy Update. Caroling Chikorita, on 10 Dec 2014 - 8:37 PM, said: Beta has a little trouble keeping up with Pinkie at first but gets the hang of it pretty fast. He manages to keep Pinkie in line and do moves that perfectly synced with hers. "Princess Pie, how do you think my lovely dancing is going right now my fair maiden?" Your two-step is fine, but how is your swing?” she challenges, as the song changes. And so,with the new song camea new beat and a new dance. All eyes are on the floor as Pinkie get ready for the next song, bouncing to the beat. The Shadow Stallion, on 10 Dec 2014 - 9:04 PM, said: Steelhide was a bit taken aback that Luna had taken the place of Dusk to fight him. He was momentarily conflicted as well given that it wasn't his norm to fight members of the opposite gender. However, he did have respect for all warriors whether they be lowly commoner to the mightiest of kings or in this case princess. Luna's words rang within Steelhide's ears. Steelhide gave his sword a few short swings. "I wish you luck as well, lady Luna." Steelhide said. He relaxed his stance, but was ready to act in a moment's notice. He knew that chances are Luna expected him to follow her and then she would strike at him. It was a basic trap, but most rash ponies would have taken the bait and just charged right in. He glanced at Dusk before moving to the other side of the weapon rack, intending to circle around and behind Luna as to not be ambushed. Though he was still conscious. In a fight one could never be too certain of an enemy's movements unless one saw the actual enemy. He rounded the other side of the weapon rack cautiously, keeping his guard up and his eyes constantly moving to detect any flicker of movement. (You’re funny.It was Dusk who wished you luck, and Duskwho retreated back there to watch. Welp, here goes nothing) The two of you circle around the rack for a bit, before Luna teleports and knocks you back onto the training floor. The magic activates the floor’s perimeter seal, sealing everything within the broad, circular training arena inside of that area. The weapons racks and other obstacles out of the way, you two are free for some uninterrupted dueling. Count Paradox, on 10 Dec 2014 - 11:54 PM, said: He shook his head. "Heheh, uh, no... I'm actually tangled up good here... But... it seems as though staying like this might make you feel better for a while. Is that what you would like, Fluff? I'll promise to stay for a bit if you want." He nuzzled her cheeck gently. "Hey, cheer up. Please? For me?" She jumps happily and bounds home. The treehouse seems quiet as she drags you down stairs for snuggles. Somehow hugging you around her fluff, she hums quietly to herself. HopeTheWanderer, on 11 Dec 2014 - 09:51 AM, said: (You don't have to make up stuff in poems if you don't want to, or at least not all the time ) "Few have the honor of hearing a zebra's tales. I would also...like to get to know more about you. " He replied, reaching over to nuzzle Zecora briefly. "I also know very little about the zebra homeland and I would like to broaden my knowledge of it." “I’m far far away From my home on this day Where Zebras out number Ponies at play. The mornings are hot, The night is yet cold Water seems forever draught, and food forever old. The trails between towns Are small, treach’rous and few, They’ve been known from time to time To eat an entity or two. The towns themselves lie O’re vast open fields Numbers protecting all sides From malcontent and fear The colorful dances, The beautiful songs Saddle Arabia is where I come from. A small village for farming, A traveller’s rest, At which I found I was once at it’s head. A chief among healers of body, mind, and soul. A shaman, they called me, in that time long ago. I trained my replacement, Having found myself uncontent, And though there were sad faces I could not repent I was itching to move on, That time was to part The dusty sand basin Was not the home of my heart. I followed this trail And others just like it; I followed my heart To find it’s last call, And I hope that I’ve found it, once and for all.. The town here is nice, And though I’ve lost stature I’ve gained many friends On this perilous venture. And perhaps if we’re lucky, I’ve found a bit more. But perhaps we should focus On dinner once more.” The waiter came with their respective dinners as she tried to cover a faint blush. She thanks the waiter, before beginning her meal. Scilight Paitanibu, on 12 Dec 2014 - 4:13 PM, said: @Nightwing "I choose, really, to work in every topic of science and engineering. I specialize more in a few than others, but I do all." Scilight replied gleefully. It soon became obvious to him that Twilight knew he was tense, so he responded; "Also, I am not very relaxed, since I am dancing and visiting with the one pony who I absolutely love!" Scilight replied. He actually did love Twilight, this just wasn't a misinterpreted crush. Twilight blushes, “Uhehe, well… Hmm…” She didn’t really know quite how to handle all this, “Uhh, Scilight… Do you have any favorite areas of science? I was hoping to try to get to know you better…?” Comet Tail, on 18 Dec 2014 - 01:48 AM, said: Task accomplished: Hot Cocoa times three acquired. Now for the final phase of the operation: I take a sip of my own, then levitate over a second cup I had bought to just in front of her (careful to not have her crash into it in her focus) as I call; "Hey, there." I pause to smile and lift the second cup up to her in an offering gesture. "I got this for you. And one for Spike. Buuut I guess he's not coming? Oh, and I think I've got some extra room in my saddlebags if you need it for all that stationery..." She looks up from her book, but it takes a moment for her eyes to focus. When they do, she blushes briefly and snaps her book closed, before setting it away and levitating her hot chocolate in front of her, “Thanks. Spike couldn’t come, he’s been working on something for his special somepony. Shall we?” crisahys, on 18 Dec 2014 - 9:52 PM, said: Veiled Spike looks to her right finding Applejack sitting next to her. Veil said, "Hey Applejack! glad you found me and decide to watch the show with me!" Veil smiles a heavy grin and then looks at the stage to watch the rest of the show while eating the last bite of the first hot dog and took a sip of her own soda. “Not a problem. Now shh, they’re starting.” The pony Tunes sing their first set, and the curtains close for intermission. Applejack goes in search of some food, leaving you with a decision to make as to what next to do.