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@Illiad Easle If you would like to discuss RP ideas for the future, perhaps we can discuss something and get a relatively good idea down. Doesn't have to be something we start right away.

@Catpone Cerberus Sombra would have looked back at her and noticed something was different with her magic. Whatever it was, she was doing something somewhat successful with it. He didn't really pay it any real attention - as he wanted to show her that she had a degree of freedom to test her own magical ability as she saw fit. Of course, it was just another way to show her that he was such a "lenient" master. If this was back in his own Kingdom, he imagines that he would have had his scientists examine her and perform tests on her to make her a weapon for war. Since he lacked any kind of ability to do things on that level - he obviously couldn't do it. As he continued with his magical ability - he noticed his ability and focus was getting stronger. Because he himself was an expert spellcaster, he had easily skipped the more introductory stages. This kind of magic would take an average pony a long time to learn, but he was casting it more or less normally by this point. There was one certain point where his own magic had replaced with a white glow while he was casting it, indicating that it had fully settled in - amplified by his modified amulets.

Do what you want and draw what you wish. You are the artist. Nobody can limit you.

@Catpone Cerberus Sombra would then stand there and consider the implications of what he was doing. He obviously had only casted a few minor spells - and he had a bit to go to achieve mastery of the subject, but he knew that using types of magic that he had never used before would only increase his chances of success. What he was doing here was in the case of a battle - he would prefer to use subversion tactics rather than all out conquest like before. He had stolen many of the plans and blueprints so far, and he knew that technology had improved beyond measure. All of this would take him potentially months, if not years to fully come to terms to. After taking a bit to think to himself, he would begin practicing more light magic. Doing spells such as blinding spells, lasers, as well as pure light shields. It was really awkward and strange for him to do, but with time, he started to build up more of an ability to handle it. It still felt uncomfortable for him to do, though. It was purely awkward. He would proceed with studying the light book intently for the next few hours or so, wishing to completely focus on that one first, letting Una do much the same for what she was practicing.

@Illiad Easle @Blitz Boom Maud would have agreed with Play Wright's style of leadership and was satisfied with the idea of a council. Truth be told, she did not have much of an opposition to the Trojan Culture or their way of life - as she had made clear to Play Wright at one point. What Maud had been up to for that week mostly involved leading clean up and repairs. She had the idea that those who had been deceived would be put to work to fix the damage to the ship if they were capable of doing so. She was in support of removing the more rebellious Equestrians from the Project, those who had refused to accept that they were wrong - in her eye, they were nothing more than traitors who remained that way even after being proven that they were deceived. After they had fixed up the damage from the fighting, Maud would seek to establish cordial relations with other cultures aboard the Project to affirm good relations and a positive working aspect going forward. Spiral, meanwhile would have also attended the repairs. She'd use her magic to remove the wall she made during the fighting, and would volunteer for fixing up the project. If anyone asked her about it, she'd say that she was doing it as a way to atone for her own mistakes in the past. With there being pilots needed to fly the project, Merlot would volunteer and would recommend that Crank would also do as well. Perhaps they could get lucky enough to get into that piloting position. Due to shifts, she would still be available to do her previous roles - being a pilot for smaller crafts, and being a guard when it was needed of her. Trixie wouldn't have done anything all that remarkable. She would also attend the repairs of the ship and offer her time for the benefit of the Project. She wanted to do more, but wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do.

@Illiad Easle Mind if you do a re-cap on the state of affairs onboard the project? It looks like the Trojans have now won.

@Catpone Cerberus Sombra would allow Una to practice, and would step away from her to give her some space. His horn would strobe a bright white as he would read something off the pages of his book - and a bright white laser would shoot down the cave and evaporate a stalagmite further down the cave. He carefully observed the results - watching the steam shooting from it. "Impressive." he remarked, and then would look for another spell to cast in the book - then his horn would flash white and he'd angle his horn forward, letting out a blinding flash from it. Una could see that Sombra was uncomfortable with the way he was casting the spell - that could potentially indicate that this magic was strange for him to cast due to his reliance on dark magic, but he was still able to cast it effectively with some difficulty.

@Jeric Wow, it's so interesting to see your mannerisms in how you talk in real life. Interesting!

You should be Misty for sure.

@Blitz Boom @Sekel Magnolia would watch as Cherish came into view there, she'd look to Cherish curiously and quirk an eyebrow at this conversation here. Was Cherish somehow bound to Twilight? That was interesting. Her time here got more and more interesting as time goes on. However there was something that Twilight said that struck her as off. "I'm not...dead? I don't know what would give you the impression of me being dead. But yes, you will find the help that you need here." Magnolia said somewhat awkwardly as she looked back to Alluria. "Ah, I understand now." Magnolia would say to Alluria's correction on what she said previously and then noticed the little scarecrow pulling on her leg. Looking at the message the it had, she would realize that she had been wondering what Zeehva was up to. Now she knew, and would have no issue with letting her do what she wanted. Magnolia was busy after all. Magnolia would write down that she was meeting with her sister, Twilight Sparkle, so everything was working out - and not to worry. Then with a small smile, she'd send the little scarecrow on it's way. It was cute, to be honest. It made her blush slightly.

@Catpone Cerberus Sombra noticed the creature Una was looking at but didn't want to loiter around more than he needed to. He would proceed to walk into the crowds, losing any would be watchers of the two of them. It would take a while, but eventually he'd lead them to the edge of the city, seemingly looking for something. Eventually he would spot a nearby cave upon leading them away in the night, into the cave. He'd be able to see in the dark with his magic. With his night vision, he would be able to see that nobody was here. When all was said and done, he would look to Una. "Now we practice." he said, opening up the light magic book. With his horn, his horn began to glow white and cast a light down the cave. Testing it out.

@Catpone Cerberus Sombra would look to her as his disguise would return to him. "We go to the caves underneath of Canterlot. Nobody will find us there, and I know exactly how to access them. We have spent too long in public, while we are disguised, it would be best if we return to the shadows for a while, while we understand our magic books." he grunted and would look to the books they had managed to grab. Sombra's air, water, light, and other such books were there. With his horn, he would cast a spell on the books, rendering any spells attached to them obsolete. This was in case there were any tracking spells on the books incase anyone stole them, but he noticed the books did have some sort of preservation spell on them to stop them from wearing away with time. He would open up his cape and put all the books they had inside of it. Strangely enough, his cape didn't bulge or indicate that he had any weight carried within it. "They won't notice, and if they do, we'll be long gone." he spoke, and would proceed to lead Una out of the library.

@Sekel You posted your IC post in the OOC by accident, it seems. Magnolia was never dead though?

Welcome to the forums. Hope you enjoy your stay.

Nothing unusual about it. I eat ice cream during all times of the year, I've never ate ice cream to cool myself off - oddly enough.

@Blitz Boom Each of the ponies Spectra had managed to capture inside of her caves all had their own unique stories. Many of the ponies seemed simply unaware within their orbs. The rare few, like Magloria were more defiant in expressions - indicating that they were acutely aware of what was happening to them. Though, Magloria was the one that stood out the most from what could be seen. Whatever Spectra had done with them were tales long lost to time - yet those who experienced it were frozen in time. There, in each of the orbs, they all were waiting to escape their confinements. It may not be years, centuries, or even millennia until that happens. Spectra had truthfully never killed anyone...directly. While she did have a hand in the shadier sides of societies in days old - she would never murder. For the simple reason that it would be depriving herself of another avenue of power. Living magic. Spectra had many limitations, she could never gather magic from non-living sources or ever convert non-living into living. She never cared to try, for it was a magic art that as far as she knew - never existed. Besides, capturing living ponies was far easier than tinkering about with untested technologies that could have very well proved deadly should something go wrong. Magloria was the first of all the ponies. She was a proud seafaring captain who knew her duties well in distant days. While she was often chastised or looked down upon for being a half breed of a zebra and a unicorn, she saw herself to a level of prominence out on open shores. While the banners she sailed for are all long forgotten in the history books - the tales of seafaring captains echoed throughout time. Perhaps she was lucky, to have her own tales. Magloria never cared for fame or fan fair. She were a worker, through and through - with rarely a smile across her face. In the distant days of Arcadia, the Arcadian Monarchy had a rather high monopoly on the sea trade out beyond the western shores. Arcadia was a nation in their own right, who far preceded Equestria's times. Magloria herself, had never heard of Equestria. She was someone long before that time and was never interested in the East. Her time on the open oceans, exploring new lands and areas of which ponies could settle. Doing trade with other races, along with the occasional troubles of the time as all to her name. In truth, she hated the Monarchy just as much as Spectra did - without realizing that Spectra was intending on restoring it's power under her own image. Magloria and Spectra had been in contact with each other, out on those distant shores. The two eventually came to blows. Magloria didn't want anything to do with Spectra's grand designs. She just wanted to do her duty. To focus on her own life, while Spectra would arrogantly wish to involve Magloria with her. If Spectra was able to get her on her side, then Spectra herself could have gotten a lot of political power. Of course, that never worked out. Spectra sealed Magloria's fate - literally, within her first orb. It was a rather gleeful moment, for Spectra - to feel such power over another. Magloria's story and the truth about what happened only resided within the same mind that trapped her so long ago. As do all the others, including Operata's Wife. Perhaps what Operata knew about what happened was not the full picture after all. Who knows, after all? Spectra's a mare of many secrets within that tightly sealed skull of hers. All that gets out could very well be lies or distorted truths to keep Operata occupied while her real dealings were kept secret. The truth is more deadly than secrets, after all. Spectra had recognized that the lights across it's face had changed. It was perhaps a creature that was quick to learn. It had no capacity to talk back to her. Simply doing her orders, seemingly mindlessly. If only she could reduce a pony to this level of duty. But that wouldn't make sense - ponies need rest, food, care, etc - while this construct needed neither. It was quite an amazing thing really. If only she could find more of these, and perhaps raise some kind of army on her own. Have them go about the land, bring back all resources about magic and bring it to her - and amass all of it's knowledge to become the ultimate magic user of the land, while her constructs carry out her orders throughout the land. Perhaps that would be another long term plan. Something to think about. Spectra would look to Sonata and Veil. It was interesting to see their reactions to what she was showing them. Nobody else had seen this before - but she felt it fitting that she would reveal this to Veil. Operata was free to do as he did before. His leash was invisible, but well known by him. Spectra knew that he wouldn't be capable of doing anything to meaningfully resist her currently. To Veil, she would speak. "This is only where I sleep." she spoke as they proceeded down the passageway. It wasn't too long, but still of notable distance. The crystals lit at full brightness, giving the impression that the hallway was longer than it actually was. At the end of the hallway, was a large and open room, seemingly carved expertly. There was a large pool of sorts - but contained in this pool was a white looking fluid. On the sides of the walls there were various different crystals humming with energy. "This is where I sleep. It's not what you'd expect." Spectra would speak as her horn pulsed a blue color. The white liquid seemed to react and shift about a bit. She'd slide into the pool, the pool making very little sound. The white liquid seemed to have a higher viscosity than water, but not by much. It smelled of something unfamiliar, whatever it was - it smelled good. Spectra would stretch out her arms and let out a groan as her coat changed colors subtly. "That's more like it...ah..." Spectra sighed, as if she was getting a massage.