The Original

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    You can't learn from your mistakes if you don't make any.

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  1. Perhaps we could reboot it and called it "AUTTTHW Reboot^2"? Or perhaps just come up with a better title.
  2. @~The Snowy Wolf~ Holy smokes, this thing still exists! I do miss the good ol' days of RP. This one would be perfect for myself, I feel. I am much more literate than before, too. I have some time after classes where I could respond. I don't remember where we left off though! It's been three years... I mean, I did leave early, but I'm still into it. *edit* Holy crap, I didn't even say I left this thing. I just dropped off the face of the earth. What is wrong with past me? What a dick. I should have at least said something then.
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    Fierasil de Rosa Canter

    Fierasil de Rosa Canter
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    Cyril Coltefeller

    Cyril Coltefeller
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    Private After Destiny

    @, (During your post) When Sapphire requested Cyril release the bits of what remained, he piled them into the corner where they would be least disturbed. He felt a bit guilty at the comment on the radio, but he did not expect the hug at all. Even though she did mention it earlier, it made him blush a little. It's harder to see Cyril blush, considering it just makes his already dark purple coat a slightly darker shade. Yes, it was a short and friendly-pity hug, but it meant a lot to him. Cyril was only slightly surprised at the appeared armor, as it wasn't exactly the kind of armor he expected her to summon. "Beautiful..." was all he could mutter before he moved in his newly formed armor. It seems to meld with his skin, but that was only due to it's summoning. He acknowledged the movement towards the gate room, where Lightning said to meet him. "Let's hope that this issue can be easily resolved... and thanks for the hug..." he added quickly.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril took a second to look at Sapphire. Why was she all of a sudden in such a new mood? It's not like she really was concerned about him... right? Nonetheless, the offer took him off guard and a bit speechless. He never had any ponies asking if he needed help, or wanted anything. Though, he never really was in situations like this. "I-... i'll..." Cyril's eyes began to water, but he pushed away the tears and wiped his eyes with his forearm. "I will be alright... Just need to get over it. She was just a VI anyways. She didn't have any real feelings..." his words came out sheared and inside quick breaths. "I just wish I could see my sister right now. She always knows how to cheer me up." Cyril watched Lightning storm (GET IT?) off down the corridors. At the note of Sapphire's armor, he noticed that he was almost alone when it came to protection. Each of the main ponies on this ship had some form of external protection. Cyril, however, did not know much on defensive magic. He was always more of a pony who tended towards offensive or utility magics. "Is there anything I can wear for protection, Sapphire?"
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    Searching After Destiny [OOC]

    I wanted to make it seem like the ship's AI destroyed her for exploring and poking around. I can change it? Unless Specter wants to accept responsibility.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril was unmoved Lightning's incursion. He stopped in his tracks to stare lowly at him for a bit. "It's the remains of Mir... The ship took her from me." Cyril continued past Lightning towars his room. Or at least, towards the area in which he believe the room he took was. He didn't have time to talk. He just wanted to bury MIRVI somehow, because he knew there was no fixing her. He had a magical spirit bond with Mir, and now she was gone.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril laughed hysterically. The whole moment was getting to him. He couldn't cope with the fact that Sapphire was being so unreasonably depressed and upset. "Why did I melt them? Oh, I do not know. Why is Sapphire so set on not doing anything? Because two of her ideas got shot down? I'm sorry, but I am too set off by all of this right now. I need to go calm down. If you wan the ponies to be informed, you do it." With that, Cyril walked off out and to his room. Without Mir to guide him, he didn't have as good a sense to where he was going. Gah, what am I doing... The one time I am assigned a job... I have to get partnered with the most beautiful yet depressed mare on this entire ship. Cyril having conflicts with himself got lost in the hallways. He could not find his room, and ended up somewhere deeper into the ship's engineering section. He sensed dead magic, and couldn't help but pursue the origin of it. About ten minutes into his searching, he found the remains of... "Great Celestia... no. Please no..." Cyril fell to his haunches, scanning over the bits and ashes of his former droid. "Maybe her memory data core... maybe I could see what happened..." Cyril dug through the piles of ash and metal hunks to finally find the core. Thankfully, it was heavily protected with magic and strong metal compounds. It was the one thing Cyril would want most if MIRVI would be destroyed somehow. He magically twisted open the casing and pulled out a chip, plugging it into an exterior magic projection slot. A small image of the last half an hour of MIRVI's memory appeared, starting at the earliest. It was a bit before Cyril sent her off, so he fast forwarded about twenty minutes. At about the twenty seven minute mark, a metallic voice resounded, but was in another tongue. A few more times it sounded, increasingly aggressive. After the third call, Mir was quickly vaporized by some sort of beam. Unknown in structure, it seemed to come right out of the wall. Cyril looked up from the projection to find some sort of nozzle as to where the bolt came from, but to no avail. "Blast it all... I can not believe this happened to you... You promised me you would-... you would-..." Cyril choked on his words, hardly containing the emotion he felt. Somehow, he kept all but a single tear from releasing. "I'll fix this..." he breathed out shakily. He stood back up, taking all of the parts into his magic and continuing his search back the way he came to find his room.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril was conflicted onto what to do now. He could either give up and use the radio, or... "No. You're not getting away that easily." Cyril grabbed both of their radios in his magic and destroyed them, melting them into one pool of melted metals and electronics. They quickly cooled under the same magical power. "I don't care if its faster OR easier. I want you to come with me and tell each pony. Besides, the radio would only transmit on one frequency at a time. I don't think everypony is on that frequency." Cyril walked to the doorway, motioning for Sapphire to follow him. "Come with me."
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril laughed, but not out of humor. "You see? That was a great idea. I think it's perfect. However, we still need to gather them into one room. I need your help telling each pony in ship to meet in the gate room. Are you up to that?" Cyril was at his last means to get her to go and be happy. If this didn't work, he didn't know what to do.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril frowned and sighed deeply. "You're not a tool. You have many purposes and uses other than what you're trained for. You are a pony. You're not the only one making mistakes, but you are making very public mistakes. I've made mistakes in the past. Everypony has. Scarlett has made some, Lightning has made some. I think Amber and whatsherbucket getting together is a constant mistake, but that's only because they wont stop for two minutes to actually work and pay attention. They're attached by the flank as it seems. They may just weigh us down in fact. But you can help me. We need to get this danger situation publicized. Will you help me? I want your help, and I need ideas as to how to tell them. I'm begging you..." Cyril how down on his knees, looking up at her perfect purple eyes. "You have the makings of greatness... I know it. You just need to get it out in the open" he said softly to her.
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    Private After Destiny

    @, Cyril smiled. She didn't see what potential she had. "Do you want to know what my favorite sage old saying is? Of course you do. It goes: One can never learn from their mistakes if they do not make any. It essentially means that if you do not mess up now, while it doesn't mean much and you can learn from it, you will mess up later on and it will be a lot worse. Learn. That's what making mistakes is about. Not feeling depressed and useless. Look at the bright side, you aren't being rude or bossy anymore. That's a good thing." Cyril stepped a little closer, hushing his voice to a lower tone. "And if anything, i like a mare who can learn from her mistakes." Cyril smirked and backed into his original position. He sighed lightly and shook his head. "But, if you do not get up and get out here to help me, it only tells me that you do not actually want to help. Will you, please? I need you." He tried his best to bring her moods up, anything to cheer her out of her funk. She wasn't worthless. She would never be worthless.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril frowned upon hearing this. Suicidal? It seemed unlike her, but being stripped of command seemed a bit just. "Trust me, there's nothing to suicide over at the moment. You can help, you can keep ponies alive. Why take one life away when you can keep twenty?" He tried his best to raise her mood up. She really was a stunning mare. While she did have some interesting colors, her eyes really kept his attention. Her eyes are the most beautiful purple... and her mane is a wonderful mix... Hmm. I'd call her statistically attractive. Cyril couldn't keep his eyes off of her more appealing features. "Look, even if you simply go in there with me, i'm sure your appearance alone could make the ponies calm down in this situation. They would be a bit distracted at the least..." Cyril was almost lost in what he was saying. Normally, he wasn't so susceptible to good looks.
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    Private After Destiny

    Cyril turned towards the mare, noting her as the one who was always aggressive or sad, and tended to try and boss others around. Fun. Cyril has had enough of ponies like this back in MIT. "Well, it's you and I now. Most ponies are likely to be in their rooms. Don't suppose there is an intercom or anything on this ship? It's doubtful. Let us look for that first. If there is none, we will just try and get everypony to meet in the gate room for a debriefing. Sound like a plan?" While he formed a question, he really was looking for a simple nod or one word response. Perhaps just a reaction even. The mare did not seem of best moods. "Or... Perhaps it would be best to be formally acquainted first? It is helpful when I'm on at least a last name basis. First name preferably. However, I am Cyril Coltefeller. Magical Instutute of Technology masters graduate. I specialize in the general modern application of magic in today's equipment. And you are?" He gestured his hoof towards her in a gentlecoltly manner. If he was going to get ponies to like him, whether it be politically or friendly, he needed to start as soon as possible.