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The strange new stallion merely nods his head in greeting, before returning his undecided attention to the doctor. "It was very obvious what was planned, unless you have the spell I've been preparing to cast." He says in a matter of fact tone, speaking in an annoyingly plain voice. "Tell me, who all is supposed to enter the filly's mind?"

A combination of amused and annoyance crosses his face, as he turns to look at each of them in turn, his expression barely holding back the contempt for lesser creatures. "Greetings, I am Prince Marion Ette, and I'm here to offer a unique opportunity for the comatose individual, and the friends of hers that are doubtlessly coming." His voice drips with show pony, and he bows to the doctor, almost seeming to ignore the parents without authority in this place... As far as he can recall from his disinterested times at pony hospitals. "Good Doctor, I take it you have the technology, likely experimental, do dive into this comatose pony's mind, and are currently gather individuals to bring her out, by guiding her consciousness back out?"

A mysterious being was bored. So. Unbelievably bored. It found itself suddenly, and irrevocably BORED! It decided it would take a looksey at the world around it, only to note that a certain pony was in a coma, and some others were on their way... He could work with this... "Maybe, I'll be their Kyuubei!" It hopelessly referenced. "Or, at least, their Inception Box..." With a flash of green changeling flame, it takes the form of a grey stallion, curved horn that fades to scarlet near the tip, meek demeanor and slender framed glasses upon his brow. A purple vest and cloak adorn his boring hide. After a look at it's flank, and wanting to still have some reference to his manipulative personality, he makes a puppeteer control paddle appear as his cutie mark. The strings are loose, and unattached. "Better make it there first, or the fun might start without me!" He exclaims, before charging up a teleportation spell, with green and black magic, his eyes glowing from the long distance he would have to cross. And like that, he appears in the room, and decides to rest, and recuperate his magic for the taxing spell he'd have to perform.

(Since I've gone mobile, I won't be able to color my text, so apologies.. Nor can I mention...) Noticing the shift in attitude, I find my stay here becoming ever more enjoyable, but noting that I should keep a lower profile from now on. Although, it's not like it matters, as I've already spoken aloud quite a few of the items in my repretoire... I go back to my position at the back, deciding to just hold off on the activation of my contingent spell.

@@reader8363, Enjoying the pleasantries, I nevertheless default to my paranoia, that's allowed me to last this long amongst demons, devils, and Old Ones. "You should know that names have power in my profession, so you'll be getting what the other one who asked gets. Chuck Finley, Wizard for Hire." I dispense my own greeting, proffering a hand. "At your service."

@@reader8363, I try my best to hold back,and start reasoning that it might be best to pretend that he's won, and is right about everything. I can always mind control him with the hair I palmed earlier... But I end up only taking half my advice. "My specialty is summoning, that is correct. However, I'm also skilled at creating enchantments, illusionary spells, I'm skilled at sleight of hand, and magic to do with the mind is another skill of mine. I also have minor divination power." I smile at my portfolio, about to continue with it. "Body modification spells for various effects, certain curses, including a wasting curse, and I'm rather skilled at Reanimation Spells, and yes, that means zombies. I can make potions, as well, if I have the right equipment."

@@reader8363, No... My look turns to barely handled cold fury at his implication. I throw my senses open to magic, and check the circle. It has no power. I go completely cold, and look to the power source. If I use the entire power grid, that might be enough alternate energy to summon the creature... I move over to it, putting on a frustrated guise, as I start making a miniscule ley line, to connect to the array I'm about to draw for power transfer, making a brief little tic on the first circle as I pass it, pointing toward the outlet. I put my back against it, slumping, and begin working on the secondary power array, not taking very long at all. I lay in waiting for the next Omega to start using their power, drawing on the energy to cause the chalk to become one with the ground, about a foot down, so the circle can remain there, should you act clever enough to consider I might still have reason for it.

@@reader8363, It matters not to me, as the athame had served it's purpose. Now that it's made contact with the circle, it's tied, and I made it a contingent spell. It took longer than normal to complete, but it was certainly worth it... I call out one more time, before what is to come to pass finally is set in motion. "Do you something else of value, Shadow? Gathering intelligence and the element of surprise." I chuckle, my voice shifting from condescending to arrogant."You never asked me what it was I was doing? And what will happen to the stick, when I use it the way I did it? Why it took so long for this particular circle, when the last one didn't take much time at all? I'll tell you none of these things, for you'll see soon enough..." I let slip to the telepaths that the next time an Omega uses their power, things will go awry... Things will go very awry...

@@reader8363, I grin happily, for someone had given me the tools I needed for causing chaos. Who knows, I might even be able to use that to my advantage in summoning the Spirit of Discord... I set the hair down, muttering arcane prayer to Old Ones (completely for show), sketching out an array in meticulous strokes. Maybe, I'll summon a Shoggoth... I consider the possibilities, and decide on much more powerful Devil, than the one I'd previously summoned... One that would last, now that I'd used a proper athame. Good thing he gave me his hair, otherwise, the thing would force itself on me! And it's quite powerful at getting those to cause mayhem to those around it... Last one was a Level One demon, second weakest of it's kind... But you've earned the honor of taking in a Devil! Make way for me to sow utter chaos, and use it to weave great spells! I want to summon the World Eating Jabberwock! I don't even bother shrouding any of my thoughts, as I'm casting the spell, about to finish...

@@reader8363, I chuckle, not wanting to bring undue attention to myself, but acting against it. "Do you have some vegetation for me to use?" I ask, in an ornery tone. "I need some tie to nature for something you'd like... A stick, and a lock of your hair, as well as some chalk would be marvelous..."

@@Akari of Duskshire,@, @@Morning Glory, He wasn't certain how to react to their behavior, so settled on his default of grunt, and move forward, where he was headed. Incidentally, that was deeper into the catacombs, past the one who still had the stench of Dark Magic about them. He briefly regards them, then makes a passing comment. "If you want to follow, go ahead; it matters to me naught..." He says aloud, to fill the verbal void in his wake. "I'm going to go seal a Scar, before you ask what I'm doing here, and no, you may not thank or pay me; it's pitiful how many of you ponies grovel before somepony who plans on fixing the issue..."

This was NOT the reaction he had hoped for, nor one he expected! He just all but defied them, and they merely commented on how much potential he had, while the one in the back still plotted escape?! This was certainly NOT the way the Romani trained in Conjuration were traditionally treated! They were to be treated with respect and fear, not adoration! He pouts, feeling upset and confused by the turn of events he caused.

(Sorry, been stuck in a narrative daze, while life struck hard. Back now.) He looks around for where to go next, and takes the moment of glorious traffic jam to cross the street, well on his way to work, hoping nothing to get in his way... He knew his place of work was right by pickpocket turf, and he felt the chances low enough to risk bringing his family heirloom broken clockwork pocket watch.

@@Dapper Charmer, @@cwhip9,@@IndigoStarstorm, Knowing an opportunity when he saw one, he decided to test his new experiment. He rushes to bloodscythe, and slices open a hand, using it to quickly throw together a Circle of Transformation. It was time to get serious, now that he had electricity in his body... He throws everything he has into the spell, using the charge of the collar as an alternative power source, and the results are immediate. His form warps, to inhabit his Summon and Integration of a Demon. Horns sprout from his head, his legs turn to cloven goat hooves, and he becomes absurdly larger, a shadowy aura surrounding him, giving off an oppressing sensation. His eyes actually glow scarlet, and the collar breaks under the expanding muscles that are as hard as titanium. Claws extend from his fingertips, and circles of magic surround him. "SO, IT COMES DOWN TO THIS? YOU ACTUALLY MAKE ME SUMMON A DEMON TO BIND? DO YOU KNOW THE TOLL FOR SUCH A THING? TEN VIRGIN SOULS. NOW I HAVE TO GO TO AN ORPHANAGE AFTER I BREAK OUT OF THIS DUMP, AND IT'S GOING TO COMPLETELY WRECK MY KARMA!" He calls out in a ridiculously arrogant voice. After all, it's not like the binding made him invincible, nor did it make him ultra powerful; it's not a very strong demon. It does, however, make using magic much easier... "SO, WHO'S THE FIRST TO INCUR MY WRATH? MAYBE, I'LL GO HUNT DOWN THAT HYDE GUY. MAYBE, I'LL TEAR GLASSES-KUN'S EYES FROM THEIR SOCKETS. PERHAPS, I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF, HIGH COMMANDER TRAG..." His form starts glowing brighter, as the binding and summons wears thin; the power charge wasn't enough for much of a summons, as he wasted it all on being showy. His form reverts to normal. "I suppose I'll just keep that as a show of power. The purpose of this meeting was to determine what our powers were, no?" He flashes a knowing smile, then winks at the Glasses-kun, his thoughts letting loose that he really could have done all he said, but thought he'd give them all a show. There's nothing but honesty and pride ringing through his thoughts. "I'm just curious to see what'll happen in reaction to my lowest level summon!"

@@Dapper Charmer, A brief moment of much more furious rage at himself lets itself be shown in his eyes, the fury overwhelming any empaths and telepaths present. A BLOODY SHOCK FUNCTION?! THE MOMENT I HAVE THE RESOURCES, I'M PERFOMING MY MOST VILE, SUBTLE CURSE ON THIS MAN! HE BETTER HOPE TO THE GODS I DON'T GET A HOLD OF A PIECE OF HIS BODY FOR MY THAUMATURGY; HE'LL BE SUFFERING A WASTING CURSE! OR MAYBE I'LL CURSE HIM WITH THE LUCK OF THE FAE! MAYBE I'LL GIVE HIM IMMORTALITY, BOUND TO AN ITEM, OR A MONUMENT! MAYBE I'LL SEAL HIM IN STONE, WHERE HE'LL SPEND ETERNITY IN A STONE COFFIN! MAYBE, I'LL MAKE HIM A BLODDY ZOMBIE! THE HAITIAN TYPE! THAT'LL SERVE HIM FOR SHOCKING ME! His thoughts cry like thunder, all but deafening all other telepathic noise.

(Most certainly NOT a jerk! ) After a moment of silence, he only then realizes the mistake he just made. Oh, well... Might as well see this foolishness out to the bitter end. He becomes, seemingly, more confident and arrogant. However, his thoughts are filled with lectures and self-loathing for how much of a fool he's making himself, building up to telepaths into an unbearable din of nagging. (Should probably mention that I was talking to the Boss man, Trag...)

@@Scare Effect, After a bit of running, his mind started clearing up, and he realized the idiocy that had transpired. He hits a tree with a hoof, only causing himself harm. "That was a bloody stupid thing to do and say! 'Pony body'?! Are you TRYING to give away that you're a changeling, whose biology was changed?!" He strikes the tree, but softer this time, as his hoof is bleeding. He settles himself on the ground by the tree, and tries to use magic. His horn merely sends out a useless spark. "THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPELL OF DARK MAGIC!" Frustrated and exhausted, he forces himself to calm down. In so doing, he ends up finally getting some sleep... For the first time in his life... As a young foal. He goes into a deep sleep, unnoticing of any possible assistance... Nor dangers that stirred from his commotion.

@@Dapper Charmer, @@cwhip9,@@IndigoStarstorm, Glad to see the Man Behind The Curtain again, he approaches the man, high on the attention. "Well, it's good to see you again, Commander." He salutes him respectfully, in parody of soldiers, something he knows pisses off just about anyone in the military. He's a bit petty like that. "To what do we owe the unexpected pleasure of your visit?"

@@Yoshikupo, He snaps angrily, practically yelling. "It's not my fault somepony changed my biology to be an actual pony!" He rants, exhausted and exasperated. "I have no idea on how to get this body to sleep! UUUURRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!" Enraged, he dashes off, towards the forest to calm down.

@@IndigoStarstorm, He smiled, noting the way he destroyed the monk. "I didn't think there'd be someone here trained to break down minor mental defenses... I want to see how he handles a magically protected mind..." He grins through his meditation, beginning to break away from it. "Next time he invades my skull, he'll find it like a mirror of his own..." His eyes snap open, a brief period in which they glow like the sun of the desert, and then fades to normal. "I believe I've been awoken?" He inquires. "I've been led to believe a test of sorts is about to begin... The man who can enter minds let his mind slip a bit too much while inside mine." He looks to him, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. "You need to learn that someone can scan yours more easily, once you've entered theirs." He smiles with arrogance, spawning from years of practicing the arcane and divine arts, with no one to match his skill, nor memorization of rites. "It's the basics of invasive telepathy."