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Malchoir tilts his head, clearly confused. “Princess Luna? Wait, but isn’t Celestia the princess?” He pauses. “Well, I guess when Starshift told me that, she did admit she hadn’t been here in a while. Wonder what happened.”
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He looks around, uncertain what to talk about next. “Anyway, who’re you getting married to, by the way?” EDIT: Edited for clarification of the question’s intended meaning.
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“The name’s Malchoir Delanore. Warrior and sort of a variant of wizard. I think you already gleaned the warrior part, though.” He motions with his free hand at his sword. “In short, an adventurer; and a pretty good one, too.” He tilts his head, trying to hide his worry. “An agent? Of what?” *OOC: Silka never mentioned the IPA.*
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“Helping stop the evil force that is apparently here and will be waiting two weeks at most to attack. I say ‘at most’ because they may try to take us off-guard. I’ve seen it before.
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“Either placebo effect, he’s secretly from Twippy’s home place, or…” Malchoir quickly grabs the soda cup/mug/can/whatever and sniffs at it. Is there something in here that shouldn’t be?
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It’s looking likely to be tomorrow sometime. The intended time is when all slots are filled. I know I will not start today, though. It’s later at night than I would prefer in terms of making that first post that sets the entire thing in motion.
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“Wait, sodas? Really? You’re drunk offa sodas? That sounds like something Twippy would do.” He shakes his head. He looks at Lightning. “Anyway, how do we know two weeks? Where’d that info come from?”
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I shall translate that as “Case-by-case basis.” The character is accepted.
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“Uh, right. Yeah, that last detail was kinda important.” If Ryan were sober, Malchoir probably would have been a lot less kind to him for finding it such a minor detail. But he has to give a bit of leeway for the drunk. “So, these evil people. About how likely are they to, say, attack? And how? Because if I’m supposed to help, I need to know that stuff.”
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*OOC: As stated in the edit, sowwy about the mistake. Things are happening a bit fast, so I do not have as much time to think before I post.* “Wait, all you’re doing is getting married? I guess that explains the shiny rocks Silka was talking about, though I still don’t get her description. They’re green and they’re not green? Well, I guess standard fare for Silka.” He pauses. “Still, I don’t think she’s so out of it she’s have me sent here just for a wedding. Are you sure that’s all there is to it?”
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He looks at Ryan. “I’m here to help you out. I think. Again, Silka told me the situation, so I’m not too sure about what’s going on.” EDIT: *OOC: Sillyful I. Mistake fixed.*
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I have a question about Lovely. How powerful is her ability to have people speak what is in their hearts? Is it a bit of a “nudge” that can still be resisted or is it an every-time sort of thing? Also, is it truly ponies-only or does it work on other living beings?
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Right. A bar. Well, if a barfight breaks out at least he’ll have more than just a bottle to defend himself with. The raccoon with his huge sword walks into the bar. That sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn’t it? Anyway, he looks around and pretty quickly finds Ryan. “Yo! Ryan! Friend of Silka’s. Heard you’re a friendly guy with a bit of a situation.” He pauses. “Or, I dunno, maybe you made some guy explode? Or you’re looking for shiny rocks? Hard to tell. Trying to figure out what Silka’s trying to say is like looking for shapes in the clouds sometimes.”
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Let us hope we are not approaching each-other on that same track, though, because then we would crash into each-other and train wrecks are not good. Wait, I think this metaphor may have gotten a bit derailed at some point.
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“That would be the one.”
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Ah. So, if the house is also in Canterlot, that would mean they didn’t go near the entrance. Alright, now everything fits together.
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Good, they aren’t immediately accusing him of trying to storm the castle. It’s always nice to meet an open-minded (or failing that, dimwitted) guard. “I’m looking for some guy named Ryan. Looks very, very not-from-around-here. If you’ve seen him, that should tell you who I’m looking for.”
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Yeah, but they went there from Canterlot. And to be fair, I suppose I was a bit vague about who I was talking about. Sorry about that. Anyway, I guess we can say the group left just before Malchoir got to the entrance or something, so we can move on with the story. The guards would probably know that the group is at the bar. Let us just hope Malchoir meets the group soon. Like said, another Silka situation would be a bad thing and Malchoir does not have the loose grip on reality that contributed to Silka eventually finding the group.
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I’m not talking about the guards. I am talking about Ryan, Lightning, and the others (or, upon a second look, not the others? I fear I may have misread out of haste), who were implied to have been in Canterlot just a moment ago and are now at the bar. The entrance is a logical step between those two places.
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Malchoir is at the entrance. If they walk by the entrance when a large raccoon with a huge sword is at it, wouldn’t they, y’know, notice? And, well, them noticing each-other is conducive to Malchoir being involved in the plot. Whereas them not noticing Malchoir could mean another many-page game of hide-and-seek like there was with Silka.
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Wait, They just came out of the castle, aye? Main entrance? If so, they would see Malchoir.
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Alright. Looks like Mary Kate is in. Now I need to decide whether I’m a roster-half-empty or roster-half-full kinda guy and then apply it to the roster, because it is now at 50% capacity.
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The raccoon reaches the entrance. He notices the size of the entrance. “What do they do, drive planes through there? Well, I guess it is standard for castles to have unnecessarily huge doors,” the raccoon thinks aloud.
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The raccoon starts walking around, looking for either a guard or the entrance… which will no doubt have guards. So, guards either way, really.
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I am not comfortable with controlling the guards. Can someone else do that?
