crispy fries

"Well, let's fan out and search th' floor, but we gotta be sure to keep in contact with each other though. Ah'll check one side out, Plaguebearer, Second Sight, y'all oughta take the other. Remember to radio back if y'all find anythin'," Redwood looked towards the left side of the hall and began to search for a door.

Definitely liberal. I'm from Chicago, and while we're all violent murderers, as John Mulaney once said, we're all liberal violent murderers.

Redwood flicked on her flashlight and taped it to her vest as she began to walk down the hallway. She kept on the lookout for any signs or other indicators of where the power generators might be, keeping watch for any hostiles. Redwood couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Redwood finished loading the Appleoosa Buster and took one of the radios from Watch Eye, setting it to channel two like she had said. She checked her vest to make sure it was on right and if she had her medical supplies, ammo, and various other essentials. Redwood slung the Appleoosa Buster over her shoulder and took a last gulp from her flask before putting back in one of the pockets of her vest.

"Ah'm ready to go when y'all are," she said.

Flash Sentry: I definitely won't steal your waifu.

Twilight: I'll just watch TV.

Pinkie: Let's be calm and reasonable.

Rarity: Orange and brown work great together.

Fluttershy: LET'S GET LOUD UP IN THIS!

Applejack: The Shouth should've lost.

Rainbowdash: Slow and steady wins the race.

"Well, ah reckon it ain't th' best idea to go in there unarmed. Why don'tcha go ask the technician fer a gun, she said you can ask fer one. You don't look like much of a fighter, so it might be best if you stuck behind me." 

Redwood took a sip from her flask, began to load her shotgun, and said "Let's quit th' yammerin' and get ready."

"Naw, th' ol' Appleoosa Buster ain't automatic. Y'see, it's a four-gauge, about as big as you can get with a shotgun. Each pellet is a quarter-pound, and it'll put a hole the size of yer hoof in just about anything. It might be an older model, but I keep th' thing clean as a whistle, and it's got a few custom parts that guarantee it don't jam or nothin'."

"Well, I'm sure knowin' a thing or two about computers will come in handy in a place like this, although that revolver you got might not be big enough. What ah'm wonderin' is just what kinda aces you got up yer sleeve, and what exactly your special talent is."

I don't care how clichéd this is, but I have a crush on a girl in my metal sculpture class. I'm also kinda tempted to try tequila.

There's a link to the OC I'll apply, Redwood, in my signature. I'll apply for weapons expert (are we using regular guns or energy weapons?)

Redwood reluctantly took one of the forms from Watch Eye, penned her signature, and handed it back. She turned to Plague Bearer and Second Sight and said, "Alright, before we go in, let's assess our little team. Ah've got mah 4-gauge shotgun, th' Appleoosa Buster, and ah reckon ah can take th' most damage too, so ah'll take the front. What've y'all got to bring to th' table?"

"Hold on just a minute, what in the name of Celestia do you mean, 'yielded well known individuals'? Redwood asked, "Are you tellin' us that y'all have created ponies in this lab? And what kind of hostiles should we be expectin' in there? Isn't there anymore Intel you can give us?"

Redwood gave Plaguebearer a side-eyed look. While Second Sight may have just been dressed funny, this pony was definitely hiding something. While Redwood had seen a lot in her years, she had never seen something like Plaguebearer. The sooner the technician could give her and the rest of the team their job, the better.

While characters from the show are already fleshed out, they can be hard to re-create.

This looks cool, I'd be willing to join.

What fictional character is your hero? You can be joking or serious about this. Mine is Chuck Greene from Dead Rising.

Redwood looked behind her where the hello came from. It was a bit of a surprise to see the appearance of the pony be so different from the voice, but she wasn't a normal sight either, nor was Second Sight. It was strange how this bounty attracted the oddest ponies.

"Howdy kiddo, ah'm Redwood," she said.

Redwood turned back towards officer Trail Light and said, "Alrighty then officer. We'll head on over to that technician, pronto."

Going back to Second Sight, she said, "Howdy Second Sight, ah'm Redwood." Redwood took another swig from her flask and began to walk towards the technician.

"So, what seems to be th' problem requirin' us?" Redwood asked her.

Redwood turned her attention to the cloaked stallion who had just trotted up. She looked him over and gave him a quizzical expression. Redwood didn't particularly like this stallion's mysterious nature. She preferred knowing who she worked with, and Redwood felt obscurity was always an unnecessary obstacle.

"Well, lookit mister dark and mysterious. Are you here fer the bounty too?" She asked.

The street lights cast an orange glow over Redwood, reflecting off her black bandana, as she trotted towards the bunker door. She was an unusual sight, decked out in a tactical vest and carrying a large shotgun. Redwood produced a flask from her vest, and took a swig as she approached Officer Trail Light's car.

"Ah heard there was an open bounty 'round here involvin' investigatin' some kinda lab. Is this th' place, officer?" She asked.

It would be a nice-to-have rather than a must-have.

You know the saying, "If you don't have anything to say that won't get you kicked from a forum, don't say it at all".

Cool, thanks.

Do it, man. Chances are, no one is going to actually care, and you get money and a free plush. It's totally worth it.

It's just going to be "Slice Of Life" all over again, but way worse. Let's be honest, the actual show should be left to the professionals.