The-Master

@@Marathon @ "Awesome. Now I just need to- hey! What gives, man!?" The laptop was taken from under her nose. Flash seemed to have returned with some new kind of attitude. Amber really hadn't expected his reaction to be like that, she'd always justified her behaviour by simply being "out-there". If he was too shy or too uptight to deal with it then it wasn't worth her time. "Come on, we didn't mean anything by it. We just really wanted to listen to your music." She gestured her earphones towards him. "You can listen to mine if you want. It's nothing special, but fair is fair." By now he had already left. Amber sunk back into her chair, pouting her bottom lip. "Is he really that sensitive? Did I do something wrong?" Threw her head back and just looked up at the ceiling. "Damn, I must have been a real jerk to him, poor guy."

@ @@Marathon "Aww, come on Flash." Amber called teasingly after him. "Alright then, have it your way." She turned back to face Rhythm, still rather confused but not really in the mood to pursue the issue. "That was rather strange. I guess the way he acts all shy is kinda cute, but he didn't have to run out on us." She noticed his laptop still sitting next to her on the couch, eyeing it curiously. "Maybe he wouldn't mind if I just took a quick peek, just a small preview."

@@Marathon @ "Been doing this for about two years, just small gigs every now and then. Quite a change from my old life, but I wouldn't give it up for anything." Amber was about to take out her earphones when she thought of something. "So you fancy yourself a DJ, Flash. You've got your laptop here, why not put on one of your tracks. I'm sure we'd all like to hear what you've been working on."

House Stormwing @, @ Pilot Light began to look back towards the entrance to her tent as if she expected somepony to spring out at any second. She collected up the remaining documents and placed them all in one file. Stamping it with the seal of her division she handed it back to Terra. "Rainbow Dash doesn't want a motive, she wants somepony to blame. She'll take whatever you have and that's the end of it." She seemed to keep her tone low and her voiced hushed. What secret was there to keep. "We need to move somewhere else, maybe-" A Hoplite appeared in the tent entrance, weapon drawn and all. "Don't be alarmed. The company is report its findings to the Commanding Officer immediately. Rainbow Dash has sent back orders from the ground, we require you to come with us." Pilot ducked back behind the desk, sinking into the background once again. The Guard left the tent and was instead replaced by a familiar stallion with a dark blue mane. "Sorry about that, it seems we're out of time." Star Keeper tried to keep a positive tone to his words, but realized there weren't many other ways to go about it. "Rainbow Dash want's us to report to her. The only problem is that she's still talking with some kind of Earthborn dignitary. We'll be heading down to ground as soon as we rejoin the guard it seems. After that I'm not so sure what will happen. You have the findings I hope? Stormwing wont be happy until it gets to point its hoof at somepony." House Earthborn @@Windbreaker Long Stride couldn't hold back his amusement at the thought. "I used to carve a little when I was young, I could pass it off." By this point he was chuckling to himself. "Its a nice thought I guess." It was very thin ground Poppy was treading on. The name Celestia had itself become a curse in these parts of the world. "If only we knew maybe this war might have never started. There's no way of getting around it; they're gone and the sun continues to rise and set. Take that as you will but I fear we may never know the truth."

@ @@Marathon Amber waved off the offer, putting on her best face. "Give me a minute and I'll be fin. You get used to it eventually. Wouldn't be my first time I've woken up like this." She rested her head back up against the couch, making sure not to exert herself. "I guess it just comes with the gig." It was a partially true fact. Amber had preformed in nightclubs mainly, eventually it had just become a part of her lifestyle. "Ah, so you're a sort-of DJ? You don't strike me as much of an outgoing performer." She indicated to where he was rubbing his shoulder for emphasis. "Oh, and I've nothing against classical, it's just that the ponies who tend to associate themselves with it can be rather uptight. I'm not saying that you're a snob or anything, just putting it out there."

@ @@Marathon "You betcha," Amber lightly hit Flash in the shoulder. "DJ's are always the ponies having the most fun out there. Doesn't get any better than doing the thing you love most and getting paid for it." In all her enthusiasm she forgot about her headache, suddenly clutching her forehead as it flared back to life. She resisted the urge to curse out loud. "Damn. Looks like I'm not completely bulletproof." She let out a halfhearted chuckle. "Anyway, what do you do Flash? Dubstep, Rock, you know?" Amber quickly looked rather nervous. "You're not classical are you?"

@ @@Marathon Awesome! Somepony I can actually geek out about music with. "I know what you mean, allot of the other ponies around her can be a bit uptight. It's like they're missing the point of what they do." The more she talked the more she began to relax, she'd even forgotten her headache. "I do Electro and House, a bit of Dubstep here and there. I'm pretty easy I guess." When Amber heard Flash apologize for ignoring her, or what seemed close to an apology anyway, she was reluctant to accept it at first. But... she couldn't wallow in self pity forever. Fine, he gets another chance. "Thanks. I don't bite by the way, just so long as you stay on my good side."

@ @@Marathon What a stuck up little prick. Amber stuck out her lip and put on her best pouting face, turning away from the rude stallion and looking back out across the room. She knew his type. He was probably one of those guys who thought he was so much better than everyone else. "Hmph, friggin jerks...." The stallion said a bit louder than he should of. Amber felt the urge to turn and slap him for that one. First impressions were off. “Self-righteous prick.” She muttered under her own breath. Then another mare cam and sat opposite them, greeting them warmly for a change. At least she wasn’t an asshole unlike some here. He even retreated back to his laptop. Amber looked her up and down, letting a small smile creep up her face. She looked nice… presentable I mean. Whatever. “Amber, just Amber. Nice meeting you Rhythm.” She sat up a bit, making herself a bit less slouched. “I like to think of myself as a DJ, I guess we have something in common.” When the other colt retreated to his laptop Amber merely rolled her eyes at him.

@@Marathon Upon noticing the presence of another pony sitting next to her Amber brushed her dark blue mane from her eyes to get a better look. He wasn't too bad a looker, but his mane was a rather sorry thing to look at. Then again, she was in no position to judge having only just gotten up from a drunken night and her mane paying the price. It seemed to stand in precarious angles that she didn't even know were possible until now. I guess this was negated by the fact she really just didn't care. She flipped herself over on the couch and spread out so that she actually took up most of the space between them. Her limbs were slow to cooperate but they managed to flail into a comfortable position. From this light she could actually get a better look at this stallion, who she could now tell was a unicorn by the blurred outline of a horn. He was an okay build, nothing special. Well, there's an hours worth of time to pass till her kit arrives, might as well fill it with something. "So," Amber spoke in a rather playful manner, while also trying to mask her thundering hangover. "Who are you supposed to be? You don't exactly look like a musician."

Another day, another bed. Amber was used to this routine by now and didn’t seem to give it any second thought. Prying herself from the grip of an unconscious stallion she glanced at the bedside alarm clock. The result caused her eyes to widen in shock. “Oh bugger.” She silently cursed herself. That must have been some night. She was late, very late in fact. Amber quickly collected her things and took one last sip from a discarded gin bottle before sneaking out. Her invitation to the Beach Bash had come as a great surprise to the small town DJ. With very few shows under her belt Amber never expected that she’d actually stack up to the likes of DJ-PON3 or Octavia Whatsherface. Classical wasn't exactly Amber's forte, far too dull for her tastes. Of course none of this would matter if she didn't actually show up to the bloody 'meet-and-greet'. By the time she had galloped up to the penthouse her hangover seemed to have fully kicked in accompanied by a thundering migraine. Her vision was still a little hazy but it would wear off soon enough. Quickly fixing her dishevelled mane Amber unceremoniously entered the apartment. "Hello! It's wonderful you-” “Yeah, nice to meet you too whatever you name is.” Amber walked past her host and towards the couch, instantly collapsing into its embrace. She’d wait a bit for this feeling to wear off then start thinking about music and stuff like that. Her kit would be over in an hour, until then she could just relax.

Do what you want, 'cause a pirate is free, You are a pirate! Yar har, fiddle di dee, Being a pirate is all right with me, Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, You are a pirate! Yo Ho, ahoy and avast, Being a pirate is really badass! Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate! You are a pirate! - Yay! We've got us a map, (a map! ) To lead us to a hidden box, That's all locked up with locks! (with locks! ) And buried deep away! We'll dig up the box, (the box! ) We know it's full of precious booty! Burst open the locks! And then we'll say hooray! Yar har, fiddle di dee, Being a pirate is all right with me! Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, You are a pirate! Yo Ho, ahoy and avast, Being a Pirate is really badass! Hang the black flag At the end of the mast! You are a pirate! Hahaha! We're sailing away (set sail! ), Adventure awaits on every shore! We set sail and explore (ya-har! ) And run and jump all day (Yay! ) We float on our boat (the boat! ) Until it's time to drop the anchor, Then hang up our coats (aye-aye! ) Until we sail again! Yar har, fiddle di dee, Being a pirate is all right with me! Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, You are a pirate! You are a Pirate - Alestorm

House Earthborn @@Windbreaker Manehattan. It was safe to say Long Stride was not the sort of pony you thought ahead. He responded to each situation in turn but did little to prepare for it. He feared what lay ahead of him and so he chose to ignore it. “There are refugee camps to the south, I believe. We may be able to barter our gear for supplies before setting off east.” His gaze diverted off away from the mare next to him, his eyes wandering as if looking for the right words. “And you’re right, obviously. I've always known my morals, although I lacked the conviction to see them through. I think it’s time I did something about that.” Long Stride’s gaze shifted back to his companion. “You’re a stronger pony than I could ever hope to be, Poppy.” And then another thought came to mind. It far more light hearted than he expected, he almost chuckled at it. “I’d have to get a job… what would I do? After all these years I've near forgotten everything else.” He kicked the dirt under his hooves. "Might even catch me making toys or clothes. You never know."

House Stormwing @ This new information didn’t seem to increase any chances of Dash becoming friends with this Fly-to-Glory character. His name had become venom, seeping further into her mind. ‘Fallen? No, he was never one of us. Let him roll around in the muck with the rest of them, let him serve as an example to anypony who believes there is any honour to be found among the rabble.’ But the traitor was of little importance in the end, just another name carved in stone. “As a matter of fact, I do.” It seemed only fitting to find out as much about Earthborn’s military plans while she had the Commander in her presence. Indeed, there had been one question nagging at her mind for a while. “With these recent threats we’ve had to take a few precautionary measures. One of those being increased surveillance of the southern lands.” “What we found was something lost surprising. A large force, some few thousand, marching along the northern road. So, Applejack, what business does Earthborn have in the north? What are you up to now?” House Stormwing @, @ What Pilot saw next was intriguing to say the least. The documents in Terra’s possession were a record of one of the surrounding structures, and more importantly, the one under investigation for suspicious activity. If they could find some kind of link between the two then they were in with a chance. “Fire Cracker’s followers are known to have taken many aliases, but what if one of them slipped up, maybe used the same name twice, got too cocky?” She began to pour over the new information, quickly realizing that she may have been out of place with her actions. “Sorry, got carried away a bit there. You guys are the investigators after all, not me,” She did hand over one of the document pages to Terra however. “But I think I found something.” Pilot also flicked back to the report of Fire Cracker’s arrest, pointing to a couple of paragraphs in particular. “I think we have everything we need right here. Somepony’s slipped up.” House Earthborn @@Windbreaker “And then what?” Long Stride cut in, almost abruptly. “Will we wander the wilds of the north till we’re caught or killed, or will we starve long before then? We’re not as fortunate as other ponies, Poppy. Once we’ve left this all behind, once we’ve taken that first step… I’m not sure where our hooves will land.”