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[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@Catpone Cerberus

Marley gave a hollow chuckle, at the mention of it being a cult. Followed shortly after, by him shaking his head apathetically.

"Were it only as simple as a cult...

As for the wagon, it is paid for until you reach town, then it will be off loaded, and can be stored at the station for some hours. More than enough for her to either get it herself, or send someone for it."

Ashta would put her hood firmly back on again, and start to wonder slowly towards the right side of the tracks.

"Seems it's time. Though fret not. I'll return at some point. Can't leave my three most adoring fans, without the privilege of gazing upon me forever now, can I?"

Leviathan would breathe frozen air into his face by that comment, but the slightly chilled experience didn't change a thing. It were still well worth it, from his perspective.

If there were nothing more, Marley would spread his wings, and follow Ashta, as she jumped gracefully through the air, headed towards the east. They had a ways to travel, if they were to get all the way to Neighpon.

"Well then. That was confusing, bizarre, and kind of odd. Guess we can get a fair bit of pocket change for just telling his boss that her bird left the nest, and the cart shouldn't be too big of a bother. It wasn't on this part of the train. We'll probably have to catch up to that one though. The ponies will sort this out for themselves.

You want to fly on your own behalf, Ruby, or do you need a lift, to keep up appearances? Isn't anyone near here, so it'd be safe, if you wanted to drop the costume for a bit."

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@Catpone Cerberus

On 2022-01-30 at 12:47 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"No need to worry, it won't leave my side." Scarecrow assured, meaning it lot more literally than Honey Dew could even guess "And I don't know this 'Jaw' either, though it should be mentioned that I am suffering from a serious memory loss, so that doesn't necessarily mean I have never met him."

"Memory loss? Ah, so you uhm... Yes, like Blitz then. A shame to hear that for you, sir."

"Oh? You know Blitz?"

"In Ponyville, it's hard not to. No offense to her, but she is... Infamous. To some, I guess. I just think she needed some patience and understanding, and she'd be fine. Had her briefly at the orphanage, before she were transferred to Canterlot. They insisted. Not sure why, but ergh, she returned. Kept to her own place, and we couldn't force her to stay. I hope she's better now, with her brother. Not a lot of orphans are so lucky, that family are willing to take them in, after..."

Honey looked away, caught in a sad thought for a moment, before returning to the talk at hoof once more. He just needed a moment.

"But yes, she is known. Important part of it."

"She told me of her memories. It is a shame, yet it were heart warming that she did not feel down from the lack of memories, but uplifted about potential. She helped open my eyes in a few ways."

On 2022-01-30 at 12:47 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"Can I inquire about the specifics what do you mean the bees didn't like him? Just out of curiosity, do you mean they were hostile, or that they avoided him?" he wasn't really fully sure why he even cared, but maybe it was just in case they'd meet him, the simpler creatures like bees usually had a good sense about threats, so it could be useful to know which kind of threat he was to them. 

"The bees, and him... Yes, he said it was because he was a carnivore. Fish and insects. I think they could tell. He was understanding about it, and didn't linger too long. The bees aren't hostile. You don't have anything to fear. I think. Unless you have allergies? Or some sort of special pollen on you."

"So there are Evergrown who eats meat too? My, what things one learns sometimes."

Speaking of pollen, Lyriel would stand still, as some bees came over and harvested pollen from the flowers growing upon her body. An action she took with her usual, warm smile. Blessed be their harvest.

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@Catpone Cerberus

On 2022-01-30 at 12:47 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"The accident and loss of their parents certainly pushed both of them study harder, and Trox did make few things to help himself to walk better pretty quickly, but the interest was always there, since they were young they have shown it, Sheska has always been one to take care of hurt things, from toys to small animals, heh, I can't even count how many times she took care of my imaginary injuries, and Trox liked to break apart and rebuild his toys, combining them and reshaping them, and as he grew older, he moved to tools and other more complicated things." The siblings looked at each other, this again was eerily similar to them.

"So the accident were not a catalyst for their current work, but rather an accelerator? Interesting. A shame that the incidents happened at all, of course, yet I wonder how far along they had been now, had everything gone well? Maybe it would have been but another thing, that would motivate them to give it their all... But I suppose, that is baseless speculation, which is best not brought up near them. I've been told I can be... Insensitive, when inquiring at times."

SHe normally just ripped what information she wanted, straight from someone head. That was seen as rude amongst pretty much all creatures, including other changelings, who weren't much of a fan of her handywork. Up until they needed it of course, and then suddenly, she became their most favored queen, for the little time it took, for her to finish her part in things. She honestly cared little about it, most of the time, but to be on the council, she had certain obligations to fulfill, and alliances to keep. She did back then at least. Considering what she now were, she wouldn't be welcome back, so her part in such activities did not necessarily have to continue. Unless it were for her own benefit, of course.

On 2022-01-30 at 12:47 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"For the latter, while I'd be happy to share all I know with my other self, even ignoring that it would be a challenge to find him in the first place, our knowledge may not fit together." "What I mean is that while we both are tinkerers from sound of it, the materials and knowledge we have access to are different, so while I could tell him exactly how to make something like this..." he moved his cybernetic arm "...it wouldn't necessarily be useful for partly injured kobold living in a cave." "Meanwhile he may be able to do something from simple materials that is far beyond my capabilities."  "Though it would be fun to meet myself, and while I don't know much about multidimensional travel, I don't believe much would happen besides great amounts of confusion, mainly because there hasn't been signs to imply such, I believe there would be a higher risk of something like that if we were from the same timeline too, which doesn't seem to be the case."

"The knowledge might not, no. But at the same time, what if there is something you two can learn from one another? If there is no danger in the meeting itself, beyond mere confusion, I'd think you might have some things worth presenting to one another. If even as little as a tenth of it holds some degree of value - be it technology, or life lessons, learned the hard way - it could be well worth it. Remember that information is, and always will be, the most powerful thing, that one can own. The more you know, the better you are at preparing for problems, or surpass them entirely."

There were also a lot you could gain from information, when it came to power. Some things that could make entire systems crumble beneath the hooves of others, or causer revolts. Mere scraps, that could ruin countless lives, with barely a whisper needed. It were intoxicating, though sadly, Onache were not the queen who embraced that the best. She were but a small fish in that pond, and the great sharks below, always circled her kind, in case they got... Troublesome.

On 2022-01-30 at 12:47 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

Chega cut in, wanting to change the topic to something she'd understand "As it seems there's....similarities between you and the Sheska and Trox I grew up with, could you tell your side of the story? Your leg and arm, your parents...?" the scars didn't even visit Chega's mind, so there would be no need for Onache to do anything, not that it would necessarily be as easy as with average creatures, since Chega's thoughts didn't really match her words, bouncing around unpredictably from topic to topic in her head. The siblings also were perfectly fine with this topic, as evidenced by the fact that they had already talked about Trox losing his limbs before. "Well, our expertise's are the same, Sheska is a healer and I'm a tinkerer, we've been learning them as long as we can remember, and while we do have passion for them, our deeper study of them started from the simple fact that they are useful skills to have." "Our parents are presumably dead too." "Presumably?" "They were taken by our version of the night guard, death is the best outcome." Chega and Sear were curious, but didn't ask for details "I lost my limbs in a battle." "Lost?" "Lost, not sure if they were blown up or ripped off, lost consciousness pretty quickly." the casual way he said it almost horrified Chega, Sear was mostly just empathetic "And that's about it." 

"As said, there is not much I have heard until now, of good things. I were unaware kobolds even were a race before these two appeared within my domain, and the things they speak about, from their reality, sounds generally abysmal. Or positive, in a somewhat disturbing kind of way. Things from the perspective of this worlds Trox and Sheska, and kobolds as a whole, are sounding better than that. By quite a margin."

She would not personally divulge what she had heard, of how kobolds were treated in that other world. It didn't seem to be hers to talk about, and would serve no real purpose to bring up here. Best to leave that disturbing reality where it were, and then hope it stayed there. Although there had already been several beings crossing over. So far, seemingly not dangerous ones, but if the trend continued... Hmmm, yes. Some degree of caution would be wise.

"I take it that as outsiders, in several ways, Trox and Sheska might have some difficulties being allowed entrance, to meet their counterparts. Am I correct in this assumption? If so, what ways might one then garner some favor with the kobolds of our reality? For them specifically. I am assuming as a non-kobold, at best I can expect the curtsey of not being stabbed whilst being near the entrance to their domain? Or are the approach to outsiders less severe, than that of tribal deer?

I am asking purely for the sake of Trox and Sheska, mind you. It might be beneficial for them, to be more taught on kobold society in this world, and make certain connections with others."

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@Rising Dusk

7 hours ago, Rising Dusk said:

"Suit yourself," Dawn shrugged and let the mare examine the artistry of the vanity.  The brush tucked along her mane to stretch the midnight blue hairs out.  With a release the mane sprung back to shaped into a long elegant curl.  Simple flourishes along her bangs developed a neat frock.  "I acquired it not long ago from an acquaintance well versed in antiques.  Sadly I don't have a riveting story to tell.  I didn't ask about it's history.  Just thought it looked neat," Dawn admitted.  The carvings likely told one from Equestria's ancient past.

(ignore this part, if it is not a reference to Scarcity)

It did have some degree of history, yet not an interesting one. It had been through a few noble houses over the centuries, after a particularly peculiar sort, had wanted it made generations past. A most curious mare, who had tragically been within her domicile, as it had caught ablaze. And of the few things that had survived the fire, this vanity had been one of the least damaged. Yet it were still simply stored in a loft for over a century, passing through several generations of the mares family, until they began auctioning some of their old things off. Scarcity had found it an amusing, yet tragically damaged piece, and had it purchased some years back, to work on as a pet project. Once she wanted to connect with Dawn, she had set some focus, to ensure it were as pristine of a restauration as possible.

Not that it were done before they first met. Heaven's no, it had only been recent that it were finished. Yet it had still been a rather impressive sight to behold.

It had been something she assumed would intrigue the mare, considering what she had learned, from being around Dawn herself, and as such, she had placed it somewhere it were hard to miss, yet tastefully put, as part of the wares she had in her possession. As it wasn't a massively costly thing - compared to the storied antiques she did carry - she had offered it to Dawn as a gift. Something from one friend to another, which had more of a personal tough to it, than most things in her store. As those required professional hooves, to authenticate proper work. This one had been by her own, rather capable hooves though. Something she felt rather proud of, yet knew would fit in better elsewhere, than in her own possession. A better purpose if one would, as well as something she hoped would show her want to get along well with Dawn. A rare creature, that had skills in the same sort of thing she did, and seemed to also understand that they'd get nothing by being after one another. Far more profit to be made from getting along, and not stepping over each others hooves.

Besides, Scarcity enjoyed Dawn's presence, as she were one of the few she were open around. Of course there were ways to use that against her, if she felt inclined to leak something to her brother, but what would be point being? Scarcity were notorious in the shadier sides of society, for manipulating evidence, which once seemed rock solid, into something a prosecutor would be embarrassed to even lay eyes upon. Not to speak of how it would cause her to retaliate, and surely it weren't worth either of their time, to go through a war. It were costly, and so dreadfully wasteful of not only money, but time as well. Why bother?

She also felt rather safe, considering her contingency plans, in case she were asked to appear before court, but that was for herself to know. Couldn't give away all of her secrets, hmm?

8 hours ago, Rising Dusk said:

In-between applications of applying make up, she'd turn her attention to the witch's inquiry.  Time to return to business.  "When the time is right, we'll work through couriers.  When we part ways, I'll leave you with an address to deliver letters through that will reach me and bypass the O.M.I.  From there I will send various ponies your way to collect the books.  On my end they will be shuffled around before making their way to me.  Worry not for the courier when handling the more dangerous books.  I'll be sending them with a special box to contain the books until it arrives to me and can be better secured.  The less magic we use to secure these books, the less likely my brother can get involved.  Acting quickly will also be ideal before rules and laws about trade and travel become restrictive from our two governments."

"There does not exist a thing in Harrowmark, not tainted by magic to some extend. Living, dead, undead, or inanimate. But I can try and not interfere too much with the carriers I will make use of, to avoid putting too much magic to track out there. Be advised further, that as I have no allies, all deliveries will likely be made by undead bird. Twisted had several, and as I have been the one to mostly feed them, they are more inclined to listen to me as is Though do keep some slabs of meat ready for whatever gets send, at the location you mention. Most of them do prefer a piece of dried rabbit, or something of the like. To a point where the packages will not be handed over, before they receive their treat. It shouldn't be an issue, I would think?

Furthermore, remind me to get you a map of Harrowmark, once we have arrived. I can point you towards the most secure route, for one wishing to meet with me. Though I would strongly advise that you do not send them to deal with me directly. Not where I am residing. The swamps will swallow them whole. There are safehouses, but most are too, in dangerous areas. But I know a few areas that have safe routes leading there. Just remember to impart upon them the critical rules of three: Do not follow unseen voices. Stay on the path. And never wander alone. Harrowmark is still a dangerous place, for the unprepared.

I will see how quickly I can ensure there is edited versions, for you to read. There is but me there, and I have other tasks, but I know a few tricks. Never underestimate what a long life can teach one, Dawn. You may yet get to experience the truth in that yourself, if you are careful.

I wonder though: Can you keep yourself from telling any of this to him? Because I can imagine that if say, he arrived in Harrowmark, and asked to have me detained for questioning, they would listen to him. Seeing as he is our savior after all, he have quite the leeway. If he suspects anything underhoofed are happening, things may become somewhat sour, and problematic.

I'm not saying you cannot hold a secret. I am saying he is rather perceptive, and even a slightly off-spoken thing, might get him suspecting something.

Hmm... While I do think of it, there is something. On the topic of a long life. I would like for you to see his notes on this topic, in its raw, more informative state. I wonder if perhaps you can gleam a path from his horrid methods, that might offer longevity, without the things he did to benefit from it. Would it be an issue if I included that, among the other things?"

It would not be an easy read. And no, not because of the magical talk within. More because it would include his own cold, sadistic commentary, as well as details about what he did to gain this advantage, in more details than most would want. It would show Dawn the absolute worst that Harrowmark had to offer, but she were perceptive. Perhaps she could find some light in that darkness, showing a more reasonable usage of such studies. Gods knew that she couldn't at least.

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@EQ_Theta

On 2022-01-29 at 1:48 AM, EQ_Theta said:

“Rosa? This is a lot of stuff for a room you’d eat in. Are all of these tools necessary for preparing food?” The longma called, as she had a look around the house to take in its designs and layout. The simplicity of the place in its current state was welcoming, though she couldn’t imagine what all this space would be used for. 

Rosa would wander out of his room, and meet Lin around midway on the staircase. His own decorating were done, and he honestly were somewhat curious, as to where the others had thought it best to put theirs, so he had been interested in wandering around, and seeing for himself. Then Lin had called for him, and he figured he may as well begin by going to her, and seeing if he couldn't explain some things to her, regarding the questions she were putting out there.

"I haven't looked around the kitchen a lot, but depending on the one in the kitchen, there can be a need for anywhere between two, and seventy-four tools. And no, I am sadly not exaggerating. I have witnessed the last myself. Quite a spacious kitchen, and the one living there, did use it to practice for cooking school, so there were merit to it. Still a little... Extravagant, in my opinion.

I tend to wish for around two dozen or so tools myself. I've done some undercover work in kitchens before, and found that at times, cooking can be rather enjoyable. Depending on the customers, that is. Perhaps someday, I can cook something for you, and you can tell me what you think of it? It'd be an interesting gathering. And would give me an excuse, as I tend to not go complicated, if it is only me.

Regarding the space, Equestrian cooking tends to make use of a lot of pots, pans, and ingredients. Then there is the fact there are families, so there need to be breakfast products for the foals, potential food for the pets, and things ready for larger gatherings, in case of family or friends visiting. I really only have you four thus far, so I might not fill it out anytime soon. But we'll see. Might be a mood will strike me someday.

I take it from that question, that Longma cooking is far more simplistic? At least when it comes to the number of tools used. I do not mean to imply it's bland and boring, and apologize if it seemed so."

On 2022-01-29 at 1:48 AM, EQ_Theta said:

Her brother, meanwhile, would do some more exploring and found Omen in the toilet with her figurine. In all honestly, it was an odd choice with some kind of logic behind it. What that logic is was lost to the longma.

“Umm, Omen? Looks like you made an inspired choice for this room. I guess Rosa wouldn’t overlook a decorated toilet. I wanted to ask you something. Before we met, did you ever stay in a house like this?" 

"Ponies always take good care of these things. It must mean they are important."

Omen not having a need for toilets, and not having a home, made it so that she had a less than stellar understanding, of what they were for. She just assumed it were a particularly fancy chair of some kind.

"I sometimes were in houses. Broken ones, with no light. No ponies. Often looked into homes. I saw a lot of how ponies lived like that. Nopony wanted me inside, so I just went where no ponies were. Spend more time in houses after meeting you, than I have before."

It were usually a matter of seconds, the few times she had been inside. To pick up something, to deliver something, or until she were found out to be there, and they began yelling. She would leave on her own after that. These last few weeks, had been the first times she were welcomes in, without stipulation that she were expected to leave shortly after. It were odd, but any new experience were. She just did her best to try and learn from it.

She did stay as said, in some houses before. Abandoned ones, specifically. Not because she had to really, but at times, she were curious what were in there, and would wander around to get a feel for it. Mostly she didn't find anything interesting, and it never gave her the same amount of curiosity, as it did when she looked into windows, of houses that were lived in. It had life within, that wasn't comparable.

"Did others let you into their homes, Sen? It looked like you were not used to them either. Sounded like ponies treated you badly."

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@Kujamih

On 2022-01-28 at 3:09 AM, Kujamih said:

Light would then starts coughing blood once more. "blaurgh!!.. cough, cough! not again..." he would then faint and lie motionless Infront of shark and anomaly.

Shark would let out a loud gasp, then go over to nudge at Light with her nose. Anomaly meanwhile, would look elsewhere, and see the thing actually going on, whilst shaking her head. Kids these days...

"Special one? Special one! Friend hurt. Make better? Please? Help friend."

"Might be outta my grasp, but I'll give it a go. Need to divert some attention though."

She'd rip herself in half, with both halves then growing the missing limbs to cause two copies of her being there, looking at one another. One would take off to meet up with the others, whilst one would stay here, and go over to the collapsed Light, to put some mojo on him. Some powerful, regenerative magic, with almost no mutations. He might grow some feathers if this took a while, but it'd be fine. He just had to preen himself, or pluck 'em all off. It'd be nothing permanent. Probably.

On 2022-01-28 at 3:09 AM, Kujamih said:

mean while at Cali's side. 

she can be seen beside another white stallion that she has just stabbed.

"rest now my friend, soon I shall set you free..." Cali twisted the blade that she used to stab the other Light, and pulling it off. Light faded to nothing and a cracked shard appears Infront of Cali.

she quickly slashed the shard and turns it  into dust.

Anomaly would pop out of the ground by then, and look at the dust in front of her. Then over at Calie, slightly annoyed.

"Oh come on. I can't even get a chance to interfere? Lame!

Well, hopefully the other guy's fine... Anyway, I'm gonna have to ask you to like, stop killing Light. Okay? It's making my creation sad, when you causer him to get offed like this. Not very nice, you know.

Besides, doesn't even look like there's anything bad here. So there's some black shards. Peh. Not like it's a planet eater."

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@ArbiterofFates

 "I have only ever heard of the princess having one sibling. A bold statement to make from that, but it is up to her to judge, if there is truth to it. Though regardless, I hope your travels will not be in vain. She is within this tower, yet to get to her, you will need permission from Reaper herself."

"And pray tell, where are grandmother right now?"

"In the next room."

On 2022-01-28 at 7:48 AM, Magnolia said:

"Perhaps if you don't feel yourself being respected - You should do something that earns respect from others." 

Soul glared right back at her, with annoyance in his singular, exposed eye.

"I did, and I were cast out for it. Just because they didn't have it in them, to do what was right."

He wouldn't say more, but would just open the door to the next room. Sherwood moving away from their path, to let them enter the room.

And what a room it were. Clad from floor to ceiling, the entire room had glowing runes on the walls, obscured only partially by tomes floating in and out of shelves, dating back hundreds, if not thousand of years.

Pictures of the leaders of the house - all mares - would hang within the room in prominent positions, not obscured by the book shelves, or anything else, and various ghoulish memorabilia, were also seen hanging near them, often representing something from the mare shown off.

All but one, which were the picture of the current head of the clan, who stood in the center of the room, and glanced up into seemingly nothing.

She were an elder mare, going into her sixties, but besides the greying hair, showed little signs of her age. Not a lot of wrinkles on her determined face, nor thin hair in her flowing mane and tail, cut to her shoulder blades, and just before her knee, length-wise. Her robes showed more age than she did, though the way it sat upon her, it showed that she were at good, physical health. And the robes may seem tattered by design, to fit her look.

Among those, being that she had several skulls bound in her hair, with two of the larger ones going down the side of her face, and the largest, hanging on her back. She also carried a foldable scythe down her side it seemed, and even when not looking upon others, radiated authority. One could not enter a crowd here, and not realize that this were the mare in charge. Magnolia should further be able to tell that, from the magic that oozed from her. This mare might be old, but she were a dangerous powerhouse. Practically oozing with necromantic energies.

"Grandmother."

Her gaze went away from the ceiling, then down to Soul. The two would exchange a prolonged glare, before she would - without a word to him - turn her attention to Magnolia.

"...The forgotten first. The spirits told me you would come, bearing this claim. Are you prepared to be judged?"

[Evil Pink One 13,506]

@Blitz Boom @ArbiterofFates

Cali who just killed off light was too high sprung at the moment. 

she would cautiously creep up to the Draconicous and release a presence of a hunter sizing up her pray. one can see her intent on hunting down Anomaly.

and in a quick instant Cali would then charge at Anomaly aiming for a clean kill. she aims at the head and heart.

she would be focused on the attack and would not bother to talk. for she knows not giving her all in this fight with a draconicous, can be fatal. 

in a weird way one can mistake Cali as a draconicous the way she attacks. her body parts changes into many things like a spear, a scythe, or a sword.

of course Cali knows that it is hard to kill a draconicous with this kind of weapons. her purpose was just to lure the Draconicous to a spot where she had set up a portal to trap the Draconicous.

a place filled with dark shards that eats up magic. a planet made of dark shards. 

The Magic Graveyard. 

just by opening the portal and being near it drains anyone's magic and would easily collapse and fall inside the portal... strangely enough the portal would just fizzle Abit but would still work? yet the place will absorb all magic. further investigation on the portal would see that the thing that made the portal was not magic, but a device that creates portals.

Cali anticipates and watches the Draconicous next action for she too cannot use magic now.

 

[EQ_Theta 457]

@Blitz Boom

18 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

I tend to wish for around two dozen or so tools myself. I've done some undercover work in kitchens before, and found that at times, cooking can be rather enjoyable. Depending on the customers, that is. Perhaps someday, I can cook something for you, and you can tell me what you think of it? It'd be an interesting gathering. And would give me an excuse, as I tend to not go complicated, if it is only me.

Regarding the space, Equestrian cooking tends to make use of a lot of pots, pans, and ingredients. Then there is the fact there are families, so there need to be breakfast products for the foals, potential food for the pets, and things ready for larger gatherings, in case of family or friends visiting. I really only have you four thus far, so I might not fill it out anytime soon. But we'll see. Might be a mood will strike me someday.

“That sounds good, and I’m interested in wondering how things worked in a place like your kitchen. Maybe I can watch what goes on and see how food is prepared. As for your other question, longma prepare food with simple means. You know, sticks, stones, fire, clay pots… That’s the most we have, and the biggest thing we’d prepare is the fire pit. I’d get Sen to help dig one here, but I don’t think you’d approve. Most homes in the village have one for preparing meals, but those living higher in the trees eat before going up. In that case, some families share fire pits outside.”

“You don’t need to apologize for what you said, though. We have plants, fruits, and fish. It’s all simple food for us, but we get by with them. You mentioned you found cooking enjoyable. Is there something you liked to cook? Or is it the environment?”

Lin joined Rosa by the stairs and chatted up the thestral. Even after spending time in this house, she still couldn’t get used to its size. The longma could mistake it for a mansion based on its interior despite it being about average for a home of its kind. A place like this must take a lot of time to put together, not to mention all of the planning that goes into what goes where. It was much different back home when all everyone got was a set space and a wooden hut to shield themselves from the elements. Everything else was based on placement, but every home was just one room to fit every purpose. Well, except for the siblings’ home, but if there was a story behind their home and what made it different, they didn’t know. 

As for Sen, he hung back by the entryway to the toilet, though he’d only stand off to the side instead of blocking the way out. He stopped to ponder about his experiences away from the forest, as the question seemed more like it was about others instead of his own family home. There was enough to draw from, but things were different then.

18 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

"Did others let you into their homes, Sen? It looked like you were not used to them either. Sounded like ponies treated you badly."

“No, I wasn’t welcomed in others’ homes, but I understood why. I guess almost everyone is wary of strangers, especially if they walking into houses that aren’t theirs. Without knowing a stranger’s intentions, it only seemed right that the owner of the house would want to protect themselves, their families, and their things.”

“Some ponies treated me badly, but it didn’t have anything to do with walking into another’s home. Now if it was going into abandoned buildings, it did that a few times so I could find a place to rest. I suppose staying in broken and empty houses is something we have in common. You know, if we have time, I could show you a place where I thought I’d stay the last time I visited the old town. I’m just hoping the building hasn’t been torn down yet.”

It seemed right for Sen to recall an old building in this town. Many had the appearance of being old, but they were lived-in and it was the town’s aesthetic. This one building, in particular, was empty with parts of it already collapsed. The whole thing was in bad shape, but it stood just fine in some parts. No one would be snooping around in a place that could fall on them at any moment, and the longma figured it would be a good place to stay where he’d be undisturbed until he was ready to get going once more. 

[Fuchsia]

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@abrony-mouse

  On 2021-11-26 at 11:47 PM, Fuchsia said:

She rests her pink forelegs on the bed and smiles, "You sure have a lot to fill me in on." she gestures to the grand homestead. "But sure, I could do with eating something other than coconuts and tropical grasses. Let's plan our next move over breakfast."

"Delightful. If you would excuse me for a few moments."

He felt fairly fatigued still, as he rose from the bed, and wandered towards the adjoining bathroom, but he simply could not be looking like this. He were in the presence of a now well-groomed mare, and n comparison, he looked like somepony who had crawled out of a trash can. Utterly disgraceful.

It would be about ten minutes until he returned. His shower were hasty, and his fur still somewhat damp, but as he finished combing his coal-grey hair, he'd at least feel like he were more presentable to his adventuring companion.

"Much better. Now I don't disgrace your radiant presence as much anymore. Now then, please follow me, and feel free to ask anything you will, as we move along, if you have questions."

The path out of the room and towards the kitchen would take some time to traverse, as they had to get through a few, long halls. Through which were more of the audacious looks of a very well off, high society pony. Though even if that were the case, the only pictures were of himself, Grim, various close friends, and of course, his family. None of them overly pompous in nature, as he didn't much care for that. And the staff seemed nice to, as every time he passed somepony cleaning, or doing something else, they'd greet him kindly, and he'd in turn, do the same. This also added time, as he halted to properly wish them a good day, and other things, but it should hopefully show that he were not the sort of rich pony who considered himself so far above others, that they deserved to be disrespected.

Eventually, they'd get to the kitchen. Grim would be at the counter, chopping up some tomatoes into cubes with surprising speed, and add them to two porcelain bowls, as the salads were being made.

"Hel-"

"Sit down. You're in no condition to overexert yourself right now, young man."

Oof, he were in for a talking later it sounded like. Grim usually didn't call him that, unless he were sorely disappointed in him. Best to do as he asked.

A squash chopped up and added later, Grim would come over with the bountiful bowls of fresh salad, and put the cutlery down next to them. Then he'd go over to the fridge, and bring along two large, crystal glasses.

"What might the lady wish to drink? We have milkshakes, orange juice, apple juice, a more exotic mixture as well, if that would hold interest. Twelve kinds of soda, sparkling water, and lemonade. My apologies for the sparse selection, and simplicity of the meal. I will ensure that by dinner time, there will be a proper meal. Have you any preferences for that as well, madamme? You need only mention it."

He'd be galant and smiling towards Fuchsia, as he waited for her drink preference. But Billowing would have to wait until she had picked, before he would get an option. First came the one who had brought him safely home.

Fuchsia smiled inwardly at the restored gallant stallion before her, so different from the drained and quite broken being she had helped back from the remote jungle to here. She could see the fatigue still that hung on him, and the pride that forced it back. Not so different to her own self - refusing to let the horrors of yesterday dominate her today. 

It certainly helped that she was in such a gorgeous setting... she was half-incredulous as to why anypony would leave such luxury, but her other half knew that luxury could not replace the adrenaline of adventure, and the terror of her nightmare and the past days still prickled her fur. 

Hiding the inner tumult, Fuchsia smiles at the decorousness of the gentlecoltly Billowing, although she was a little awkward being waited on. She thanks Grim and gently chides Grim saying the selection is wonderful - she asks for Soda as Fuchsia always tended to have a light breakfast.

Waiting for Billowing to decide and for Grim to depart, Fuchsia asks a question that had nagged at her ever since she had seen this gorgeous place, "My! This is amazing!" she says genuinely, "Why would you ever leave a place like this to get your tail bitten off by wolves in the 'wild-lands'?" she uses the term 'wild-lands' semi-ironically - it is a provincial pony term for lands beyond the ponylands that most ponies would not visit due to danger.

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@ArbiterofFates

"Alluria will be the one to judge the validity of your claim, but I see semblance. I shall grant you passage."

She turned around to move, casting but a fleeting glance at Soul as she did so, but saying nothing. The tension between them were measurable, yet neither seemed pleased to begin speaking to one another.

With them both in silence, they'd move through to a door on the left, which left to a spiral staircase. After a few minutes of traversing upwards, they'd find themselves in an immense library. Rows upon rows of books, scrolls, tomes, and even some stone tablets. A collection that would make Twilight herself envious, tended to by a half dozen family members, judging by the various looks. Beyond that though, there would be one more, floating around in the air, and Magnolia should know straight away who this were. The semblance between them were great after all, though this mare were a good deal older.

She were somewhat akin to Macabre though, as she were also doing well for her age, though there were more visible wrinkles in her face. She were currently standing to the side, so one could not see everything, as she flipped through a tome, but her long, well kept, purple mane and tail, with silver strands of hair in them, were notable. As she wore no clothes, one could see clearly the cutie mark, resembling a heart, surrounded by a few stars.

She were reading an old tome at the time, as she floated through the air, unaware, or uncaring, about the visitor she had received. Another notebook were near, being scribbled in by the unicorn mare, as her silvery eyes went across the page, seemingly searching for something.

Were it not for the floating, or the fact the unicorn were slightly see through, one might think her alive. Alas, that had long since stopped being true. Normally one wouldn't be able to see a spirtit without possessing a gift for it either, but Alluria were old, and strong, for a spirit. She were well aware of how to manifest at various degrees of visible, and tangible.

"Alluria. You have a visitor."

The mare would wave dismissively, and not look away from her tome.

"Bother me not with such trifling affairs. There is none who'd visit, whom I'd care enough about, to stop my research for. Have them arrive on another day. Mayhap I shall be more lenient with my time then."

Quite a semblance indeed. At least Soul thought so, as the slightly spectral, clear voice of the mare rung from her muzzle. She sounded like a no nonsense, sort of mare.

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@Kujamih

On 2022-02-01 at 6:03 AM, Kujamih said:

and in a quick instant Cali would then charge at Anomaly aiming for a clean kill. she aims at the head and heart.

As she were being charged at, Anomaly would unravel into three dozen smaller pieces of natural things. Including acorns, stumps, and fruit. The parts that would get stuck, would poof, and turn into colorful mushrooms, emitting a hallucinogenic pollen, whilst the other parts would reassemble again, and patch up the parts now missing with an orange liquid, that quickly hardened.

"Hey now. That wasn't very nice. I'm just here to talk all, nice and calm. Jeez."

She'd yawn, and shake her head. Why did everyone always had to get so boring and violent all the time? Jeez, how did the primary her deal with this sorta thing? *sigh* Maybe once her little errand where done, she'd be allowed to turn into a magical toaster, or something. That sounded nice. Just warning bread all day, floating about in a nice, clean kitchen...

She'd be caught ion these things as things went on. Not unusual to happen, when Anomaly split up like this. It were part of her, but much like when she made a creature, a new personality tended to quickly evolve. Had been the case for Rose and Harry, and would be too for this one. Though this part seemed to want something nice and simple instead of the whole messy, chaotic lifestyle.

She wasn't dumb though. Noticing that the other one were trying to lure her about, Anomaly would bounce in another direction, and begin to just lob around in a mass of various shapes, seemingly having fun just moving about, around Cali. So she wouldn't be near the portal, and would openly rush away from it, to wrap loosely around Cali, once she noticed it opening. The feeling from that place were nasty. No good for either of them.

"Wha- Nuhuh! I'm Not going in there! I don't wanna be trapped in a lone, boring place with no bread to roast.

Why do you have to be like this? I were just sent here to talk, and ask you to not go kill more Light's. It's making his shark sad. Or is it his marefriend? Sharkfriend? Blurgh. Details. Can't we just talk this out? Maybe over some bread?"

A melodious *ding-a-ling* would come from her, and a slice of perfectly fried bread with butter, would pop out of her mouth.

She might realize at this point, that for a Draconequus, Anomaly were pretty much harmless. She didn't want to fight, and were a good deal less powerful than Discord. Persistent bugger though.

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@EQ_Theta

22 hours ago, EQ_Theta said:

“That sounds good, and I’m interested in wondering how things worked in a place like your kitchen. Maybe I can watch what goes on and see how food is prepared. As for your other question, longma prepare food with simple means. You know, sticks, stones, fire, clay pots… That’s the most we have, and the biggest thing we’d prepare is the fire pit. I’d get Sen to help dig one here, but I don’t think you’d approve. Most homes in the village have one for preparing meals, but those living higher in the trees eat before going up. In that case, some families share fire pits outside.”

“You don’t need to apologize for what you said, though. We have plants, fruits, and fish. It’s all simple food for us, but we get by with them. You mentioned you found cooking enjoyable. Is there something you liked to cook? Or is it the environment?”

"I have a garden, and I'd be interested to try genuine longma cuisine. We could dig out a fire pit without too much of an issue I'd wager. Could be an interesting hobby project, for a slow day. And I don't mind more rustic things. The times I've had to stand in a kitchen and truly make something fancy, are scarce, to put it mildly. I more often ate raw, or over campfires. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, nor do I judge you for not having this, among your kind. A lot of the varied dishes you find in Equestria, have come solely from advancements in technology, as well as communication with others. Including those from other countries, with access to spices and wares, not found in Equestria.

Considering your society, it sounds perfectly good, and there is something to be said about the simplicity of a meal too, just as there is for one that have been made for higher levels of society. As for your system regarding those living in higher trees, I think it sounds rather sensible, considering your living arrangements.

As for what I enjoy... I like working in a physical environment, and a kitchen can be so. I also have been taught to work with a good deal of nitpicking, and an eye to detail. Both are well suited for kitchen work. Furthermore, no one ever cares about the kitchen staff. You'd be surprised what one gets to see and hear like that, without truly getting noticed. After a time you either enjoy the work, or grimace it. I chose to focus on the things I enjoyed, and endured it.

Although I won't say that I don't have a certain fondness for making food as well. There's something satisfying, in preparing a proper meal. Surely we can agree in satisfaction, coming from a job well done? I would think that to be something the longma would have, with how you all seem to do your part for the society to hold together, and the craftsmanship of your work."

He didn't specify what exactly he'd like to cook, as he'd prefer to have some surprises. Though it were likely not what they were thinking. He tended to get raised eyebrows at least, since others had certain assumptions about him, the few times he did put his effort into a kitchen. He wasn't a cook in so far as he invented his own dishes though. He just followed recipes well, and adjust his approach slightly, based on the equipment he had to use, to make it as it had to be.

As he spoke though, he'd begin to wander, to see if he could find the others. He were curious as to what Sen ad Omen had done with their figurines. Quite frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if Omen had put it in a toilet roll, and put it on his pillow. It was nothing against her, but she had grown up in chaos. In her way, it might well make sense.

On 2022-02-01 at 4:33 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“No, I wasn’t welcomed in others’ homes, but I understood why. I guess almost everyone is wary of strangers, especially if they walking into houses that aren’t theirs. Without knowing a stranger’s intentions, it only seemed right that the owner of the house would want to protect themselves, their families, and their things.”

“Some ponies treated me badly, but it didn’t have anything to do with walking into another’s home. Now if it was going into abandoned buildings, it did that a few times so I could find a place to rest. I suppose staying in broken and empty houses is something we have in common. You know, if we have time, I could show you a place where I thought I’d stay the last time I visited the old town. I’m just hoping the building hasn’t been torn down yet.”

"We can see.

I find it weird we are not welcome. If they want intentions, why not ask? They will know. Get to learn us. Understand we are safe. Yes?"

Fear and paranoia were utterly alien things for Omen, as she had never felt either. To her, ponies should just ask whoever wanted to go in what they were like, and get answers. Then they'd know, so why be paranoid? Some might lie, but the two of them didn't. Nor did they want to take things. So if they asked that, there shouldn't be a problem. Ponies just had to make things complicated, that didn't need to be.

"Ponies keep many things around, that is old. I found many old places before. Nopony living there. All empty. Still was there. Like the castle we met at. I am sure your house is still here."

She'd tilt her head to the side, and perk her ear suddenly, and stood still.

"...Heard wind."

Had been a brief sound, she thought were wind. Didn't seem important, but she had just noticed it, and as per usual, just expressed things as it happened. She could have noted the others arriving soon too, but she didn't need to hear them. She could smell them well enough. They were nearing their location.

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@abrony-mouse

"The thrill of adventure, of course. Granted, it is not a calm life, and yes, I could simply sit here and live off of my investments alone. But a life without exploration seems so... Lacking. I always wish for one more adventure. One more thrill. Battered or bruised, I seek the wild.

Besides, I had not this life, had I not ventured into the wild. I came from modest means, at the best of times. As I grew older, I listened to my heart, and ventured into adventure, to try and better things. I found quite a few artifacts that had to be donated to museums, as per Equestrian law - with tax breaks provided as a compensation - but also raw gold, gems, and things of less historic value, which I could do with as I saw fit. Find the right buyers, and I had a taste of what could come. So I went out again, and again. Time after time, seeking fortune and adventure.

It took me ten years to get here. Had my parents worried more times than I can count, and quite a lot of expeditions had to go far, before I found anything. But I invested well, and even when I found nothing for myself, my parents could use the tax breaks to lessen the burden upon them. They worried greatly, but they always had my back, and I did not forget them when I eventually sat on enough of a fortune to move forward.

Sadly they did not wish to move, from the home we grew up in, in Dodge Junction, so I could not give them a wing of this place as their own. But I bought the house they rented, and pay their utensilies, as well as ensured a full rebuild, and added space. They are too stubborn to stop working, but I can assure you, that they will be cared for until the end of their days. I'd sooner sell this place to ensure that, than have them go back to how things were before."

He let out a sigh, and thought on his parents, with a longing gaze in his eyes. He missed them so, but it wouldn't be long now, before he could visit them again. He just had to postpone it a little due to his malady, the previous week. He did not want to worry them with seeing him like that.

"Still, least I know that some of this space, is still used. My cousin Rose, bless her heart, had a... Personal issue occur, and took up on my offer for shelter, in her hour of need. She takes care of the garden, and though I did not force that upon her, I must admit that her work is quite stellar. She's always been a passionate mare, when it comes to her plants. Which includes raising her voice if she sees deliberate vandalism, but that is what it is.

Grim has a room here too, and are in control of the estate when I am not home, as well as the leader of the staff. At times he gets visits from his family. If you see members of them, I can assure you that the vast majority, are some of the loveliest ponies, you'd ever meet. And as I noted, some of them seems oddly female and single in nature. A pure coincidence, I'm sure."

He'd give Grim a look that said he knew what the stallion were doing. Not with the drinks, as he were given his usual milkshake, after the soda for Fuchsia. Which were presented in a tall glass, on a small plate, with some butter biscuits. No his glance were more about how he had a sneaking suspicion, that Grim had tried to marry him off, ever so subtly.

"Nothing coincidental about it. You're in your best age, and should have somepony there to come home to. I had hopes about... Ah, my apologies, did not need to mention that."

"Nono, it's fine. She may as well hear about it.

There were a mare, not more than a week ago, Fuchsia. Took my breath away, and made me think I had found a treasure without equal... Yet she left, hunting for better things far away, with hardly a word for goodbye. The trip we met in, were the first I had the energy to muster trying, after the depression it had left me in. If I may be honest? Meeting you, helped me to see the light properly again, and find the thrill in things once more. I owe you great thanks for that, as well as all other ways you have helped me."

He'd give her a tired, yet thankful and warm smile, while Grim went over and began to clean up after himself properly. Wasn't much, since he knew his craft well, but there were a few knives and such to sort. Couldn't have a mess on his watch.

"That being said, we do have an issue on our hooves, that we need to find a solution to. The sooner the better."

"Might I ask what kind?"

"It's hard to describe, but a... What do you think, Fuchsia? I would think of it as a long dead, cursed foci, deer mummy. That seemed able to control the undead, wither plants, and track our every movement."

Grim shook his head, but kept silent for now, as they'd talk things out. Never could be easy with Billowing now, could it? Always had to be something weird.

[EQ_Theta 457]

@Blitz Boom

On 2022-02-03 at 6:00 AM, Blitz Boom said:

Although I won't say that I don't have a certain fondness for making food as well. There's something satisfying, in preparing a proper meal. Surely we can agree in satisfaction, coming from a job well done? I would think that to be something the longma would have, with how you all seem to do your part for the society to hold together, and the craftsmanship of your work."

“I agree about the longma being satisfied with the work they do. A village’s survival, and the survival of those living in it, lie in everyone doing their part. It’s just that I’ve never really thought I could see food in the same light. We hunt and forage for food because it’s how we get by, but it was always part of daily routine.”

“Even in exile, I found myself going back to what I knew. Picking food from plants or sometimes heating them over a fire… There wasn’t time to just sit down and try something for the sake of it because survival always came first. Maybe we could find some seeds for your garden so you can pick food off it like we do back home?”

It will be interesting to see how food is prepared in a kitchen. The scents of spices filling the air could get Lin’s mouth to water, but there was never an opportunity to see it. Between being on the move and always looking for her next meal, time wasn’t a luxury. Now with Rosa having a place to rest, Lin could add something more to fulfill that interest in longma food despite its simplicity. It’s not quite everything that comes from the forest, but there will be a little piece of it. The rest would need a river, and it’s not like they could divert a nearby water source to the house. 

As for Sen, he pondered on Omen’s questions. Valid and sensible as they are, there was something more that could help provide a clearer perspective. Emotions were a tricky topic to broach because he couldn’t generalize. His feelings on the matter may not be everyone else’s reaction, and the same could be said for Omen, but he’d do his best to clear things up.

On 2022-02-03 at 6:00 AM, Blitz Boom said:

"We can see.

I find it weird we are not welcome. If they want intentions, why not ask? They will know. Get to learn us. Understand we are safe. Yes?"

Fear and paranoia were utterly alien things for Omen, as she had never felt either. To her, ponies should just ask whoever wanted to go in what they were like, and get answers. Then they'd know, so why be paranoid? Some might lie, but the two of them didn't. Nor did they want to take things. So if they asked that, there shouldn't be a problem. Ponies just had to make things complicated, that didn't need to be.

“What you say is true, but ponies may fear things they don’t know. Fear is not an easy thing to lose. Asking questions likely isn’t the first thing they’d do because it puts them at risk. Think of it like this: if someone broke into your home, they could be there to steal from you or hurt you. Would you rather do everything to protect yourself or ask about why they are there? And would whoever broke in give you an answer if you asked about their intentions?”

“I know you are good, and you’d never hurt others, but not everyone is good or has good intentions. And it is understandable that ponies, or anyone else for that matter, would be suspicious or hostile to things that they do not know about.”

Though the longma couldn't hear the wind like Omen, he liked the pause in this conversation. These ideas are not the easiest to convey, and even he doesn't fully grasp the concept of fear itself. Primal, uneasy, inherent in many, though DIscord's methods may not have fully integrated it into Omen. That presents a challenge, but it is one that Sen won't back away from.

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@Starforce

On 2022-02-03 at 2:04 AM, Magnolia said:

"Ah, not even a descendant of yours? One you've not realized until this moment?"

While she wouldn't say more yet, Alluria would raise her head and look over at Magnolia, with a slightly hopeful look in her eyes. One dashed, as she gazed upon the back of Magnolia. It seemed she had hoped for another, when she were spoken to about ancestry, though she weren't voicing anything yet. Rather, she'd let Magnolia finish speaking, whilst she observed the mare further, and seemed to regain some degree of interest, the more she heard, and the more she saw.

On 2022-02-03 at 2:04 AM, Magnolia said:

"I've heard some things about you, Alluria. I know that you are one of my ancestors. The Sparkle blood flows through me just as it once did in your case. I am Moonlight Sparkle. Elder sister of Twilight Sparkle, and the daughter of Twilight Velvet. For so long I have awaited someone...someone out there to hear my pleas. Waiting no longer, I will." she stepped closer to Alluria calmly, her hoof steps echoing slightly on the floor as she does so.

"For so long I have wandered the land without much purpose to my name. I was never the most perfect of ponies." she said with a slight sense of shame. "Nor was I the nicest either, but my sets and sets lay forward on re-uniting with the Sparkle family. I don't know why, but I was abandoned by Twilight Velvet and Night Light, my own parents...I don't know why they did that to me. Was I not good enough for them? Was I...a mistake?" her hooves shook ever so slightly at that but she stood firm. "Whatever the reason may be, I am determined to find out why that was, and hopefully...have a family. For all the wrongs I've ever done, all I wanted was family..." she spoke with honesty, her eyes looking to Alluria with hope. 

The long dead mare would remain silent, but floated down to ground level, and calmly, would put a hoof towards Magnolia's chest. And then, through it. She'd feel something probably very unpleasant. As if something more fundamental than her bones, were being poked at. The intangible soul, which were not meant to be interacted with in this way, and for those who experienced it, tended to feel wrong, in ways that most had an issue describing.

It would last but a second and a half though, before Alluria would relinquish her touch, and withdraw her hoof once more. Her gaze were one of slight surprise.

"My... Ancestor."

She'd take a step forth, and use one hoof to embrace Magnolia. Now as firm as any real pony, albeit colder, due to the utter lack of body heat. The action were not one of utterly warmness, that many ponies tended to do these days. It were more dignified, yet still in a welcome fashion.

"I have sent countless messages over generations, yet none were answered. Hearing your voice, I thought it may be the famed princess, but no. She still doesn't deign me worthy of her presence, yet you do. Moonlit Sparkle, blood of my blood. Least there is one dependable descendant of mine.

Though it dismays me to hear what those who came before you did. It is most unbecoming, and dare they ever thread hoof upon these hallowed grounds, I shall visit upon them my harsh disapproval, and scorn."

She'd let go of her several times great grandfoal, and take a step back, that she may have a great look upon the mare.

"A fine mare you are though. I sense in you the same drive and stubbornness, that drove me for many moons. And a darkness upon thee, which I once would be weary of. Yet my time here have granted me clarity. I see the folly in judging darkness, for darkness alone.

Speak to me, blood of my blood. What regrets weighs upon you, that you fear judgement for?"

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@EQ_Theta

8 hours ago, EQ_Theta said:

“I agree about the longma being satisfied with the work they do. A village’s survival, and the survival of those living in it, lie in everyone doing their part. It’s just that I’ve never really thought I could see food in the same light. We hunt and forage for food because it’s how we get by, but it was always part of daily routine.”

“Even in exile, I found myself going back to what I knew. Picking food from plants or sometimes heating them over a fire… There wasn’t time to just sit down and try something for the sake of it because survival always came first. Maybe we could find some seeds for your garden so you can pick food off it like we do back home?”

"I don't think me keeping a garden of any kind, would be a good investment of time. Between Equestria and Scarcity, I get the feeling that once I have been allowed to calm myself, I will quite often find myself on assignments. That leaves little time to tend to a garden, but perhaps one day, that will change. For the time being, I think it is best to wait, and see what kind of maintenance I will have the time to do, between jobs. Let us give it a week at first, and then see what comes from there on out.

I also welcome you to join me in preparing food at some point. You may not be used to it, but you may find that you'll enjoy yourself, once you've tried it. We can perhaps try some simpler dishes, like those you sampled at the carnival? Overall easy dishes to make, as they have to keep a steady stream of it, readily available, to their customers. I'll just need to get hold of a few things, but that shouldn't be overly complicated to precure."

There were many dishes that could be made, but fried faire food, were a fine start. Granted, it would not be exactly the same, as judging by the food yesterday, the ones at that carnival, had their own spin on the dishes. Good ones too mind you. Some faire food were utterly revolting, so it were good to have been to one that had some good food. And more varied stuff too. He had not expected the pie vendor, for instance.

Tangent aside, they could likely replicate it well enough, to make it fairly good. And he did so enjoy a good, fresh baked pie, if he were to be honest. One with blackberries. Kinda made him craving a slice just from thinking about it, yet he had to be patient. There were things to prepare before that. Mainly ingredients.

12 hours ago, EQ_Theta said:

“What you say is true, but ponies may fear things they don’t know. Fear is not an easy thing to lose. Asking questions likely isn’t the first thing they’d do because it puts them at risk. Think of it like this: if someone broke into your home, they could be there to steal from you or hurt you. Would you rather do everything to protect yourself or ask about why they are there? And would whoever broke in give you an answer if you asked about their intentions?”

“I know you are good, and you’d never hurt others, but not everyone is good or has good intentions. And it is understandable that ponies, or anyone else for that matter, would be suspicious or hostile to things that they do not know about.”

"I would ask them what they were there for. Then send them away, if they tried attacking. Like Mother taught me.

I do not understand, why not to talk first. Do other beings lie a lot? Or is that fear too? Master tried explaining fear to me before. It did not make sense. You could make others go away. And if they took things, are there not guards? I thought that was what they were there for.

Master Discord said, fear is natural. You could not trust anyone, and that since you could not trust them, you did not know what they would do. Then a pony told me to trust him, and I tried. He did not do bad things because of that."

Fear were likely one they'd have a really hard time getting her to grasp fully, as it were a more intangible thing, than most other emotions they tried to explain to her. Yet it were an important one. However, it might be easier to tell her via more tangible examples. Like the times when she had acted when Sen and Lin were in harm's way. Or for an example of how the reaction would look, bring up how Shrimp were, when the cat fell on him. Things such as that.

As one who owned almost nothing, until recently, the loss of items did not seem like something that should cause duress at least. It were just things, and the law were there to help others, if they had things taken from them, yes? She were somewhat sure that were one of the things, that she heard they did.

In nay case, it might come to her naturally too. It were an odd one, as she didn't have anything to be afraid of for a long time, despite her having acted in ways, that would make one consider her afraid before. So perhaps once she had a chance to mull over things properly for a few weeks, she'd be able to find rationale in this concept. At least to a certain extend.

[Evil Pink One 13,506]

@Blitz Boom

the Draconicous was able to evade every trap and every blow she makes towards it. making her more infuriated.

" stop moving so I can end you!"

as the portal to the magic grave yard was still open. it would slowly but surely drain out Cali's magical source than the draconicous. and because of that  her injuries starts to open again and she is forced to stop due to the creeping pain she feels from her side.

" aaaahh.,. rrrrgghhh!!!!" she yelped.

she was forced to close the portal and rest at the side.

but soon after, she ended up sleeping on that very spot.

 

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meanwhile on Light's side.

...he awakens and have no clue where he is now.

"..... where the heck am I?" 

 

[EQ_Theta 457]

@Blitz Boom

21 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

"I don't think me keeping a garden of any kind, would be a good investment of time. Between Equestria and Scarcity, I get the feeling that once I have been allowed to calm myself, I will quite often find myself on assignments. That leaves little time to tend to a garden, but perhaps one day, that will change. For the time being, I think it is best to wait, and see what kind of maintenance I will have the time to do, between jobs. Let us give it a week at first, and then see what comes from there on out.

I also welcome you to join me in preparing food at some point. You may not be used to it, but you may find that you'll enjoy yourself, once you've tried it. We can perhaps try some simpler dishes, like those you sampled at the carnival? Overall easy dishes to make, as they have to keep a steady stream of it, readily available, to their customers. I'll just need to get hold of a few things, but that shouldn't be overly complicated to precure."

“If want something from back home, you could always ask me. Freshly picked or sometimes dried fruits are probably the most I could offer. Or tea leaves and herbs. I can send you some when you are craving them, but that brick of dried leaves I brought should be good for several months. You only pinch a little bit off at a time, so it will definitely last a while.”

“And I’d love to join you while preparing food. I don’t know what that’s going to be like, but if preparing something delicious will be fun, I can’t pass up that chance. It’s going to be great! So, how about we check up on Sen and Omen? They’re probably done decorating.”

All this talk of food and enjoyment has the longma feeling giddy at the prospect. Though there are still obligations back home and here, in Rosa’s case, she wouldn’t want to miss out. It may not seem like much, but if the old town of Canterlot had this type of atmosphere surrounded by some friendly faces, returning will always be something to look forward to. No doubt Sen will agree with this sentiment, especially when the newer town left him with some bad memories. Plus, the siblings could take some of what they’ve learned back home to try for themselves, which is always a good thing.

In the meantime, Sen thought about Omen’s retort and attempted to come up with an answer. It was difficult to use a generalization because it wouldn’t apply to everyone, and Omen’s response made it challenging to explain fear in an understandable manner.

“Discord is right about fear being natural, and not everyone will respond the same way. I guess the best way I could describe fear is that it is an instinct. It is a natural way to respond to something by either running from it or fighting it. Being hostile to something unknown can also happen. Not everyone has powers to make problems go away, and a guard may not be close by to respond. Do you remember the bakery and the little cat that led us there? Shrimp hid in your mane, and I took it to mean he was scared of it. Or using another example with Shrimp, he’d blast some of his breath at someone she isn’t familiar with. That is how he shows fear.”

[Catpone Cerberus 23,588]

@Blitz Boom
Marley could chuckle as much he wanted, but hoe Ruby saw it, it didn't matter if it was punch of ponies living in isolation or bunch of actual gods, cult was a cult, no matter who or what was part of it, in a same way to how a nation was a nation regardless of if it was ruled by a literal worm or by the god of all creation. 

She didn't give Marley the satisfaction of having a reaction to his remark, and Charir of course had no idea what he even said. 

"I'll fly myself, we can land in some forest near our destination, I still want to hunt." She simply responded, then saying something to Charir, after which she walked out of the carriage, Charir would follow Leviathan. She sharpened her senses to make sure there was nobody nearby, and after she was sure there was nothing, she transformed, stretching a bit after, it was always nice to get out of that awful form. "Sometimes I hope someone would reveal the truth so that I wouldn't need to use that awful body anymore." 

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Scarecrow would have risen an eyebrow if he would have known how, as the talk about this Blitz was slightly curious, but he didn't ask anything about it, since it wasn't really his business, though he was glad that from sounds of it it had a positive end. He also liked the way of thinking that lost memories were not lack of the past, but the potential for the future, not that it much helped him, since his emptiness didn't come from lack of memory, but lack of life.

"I didn't ask out of worry for myself, even in the worst possible case, bees cannot do much to me, I only asked in case we stumble upon said individual, it is good to know who we are dealing with, and while in this case he sounds harmless, simpler creatures like bees are a good indicators of threat and danger, so I wanted to know what they may have sensed." it was his current nature, or lack of it, to go against threats that living creatures couldn't deal with, though calling it part of him may be misleading, since it was not from any kind of emotional motivation, and rather from what at best was a personal principle.

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Trox seemed to think about it, but didn't comment further regrading his other self, he still found it unlikely they would ever meet, since as Chega had said, and as he knew from their kinds history, kobolds really knew how to not be found, even in their world, it hadn't been easy for the empires to find them,  at the time it had happened, the sisters had already reached what some called godhood, and even then the empires brute forced it by searching through every single cave they could find, blasting through any collapsed parts, and unfortunately, it didn't really matter how well you hid in that situation, since there was only so many places you could hide in in a tunnel.

Chega still wanted to hear a bit about this other world, she was a storyteller, and would eventually ask to get some material, be it vague generalizations or awfully detailed horror stories, in fact, what she had heard already was running in her mind, as a song about war ridden nation of kobolds fighting against forces of darkness was forming, not all her stories had to be accurate, after all, it was entertainment. 

She thought a moment before Responding to Onache's question "It's not black and white." she started "In general, and it stands true in all communities I'm aware of, outsiders are not really liked, we are not hostile towards them, assuming they aren't hostile first of course, the usual thing that happens when outsiders stumble upon our communities is that, we give them bit of food and water, take care of possible injuries and send them away as fast as possible, helping them find their way out. Though while helpful, the treatment isn't necessarily nice, to put it simply, you will know you aren't wanted there." 

"This however is not true every time, let's take myself for example, if I was to return with Sear, she most likely wouldn't be pushed away, the treatment could be bit cold at first, and we probably would have to live separate from my family, but her being my partner, she would become part of the community eventually, her being a dragon would also help, since from outsiders, dragons are the least disliked, it's some weird nature thing, it is being studied, but it's still a mystery."

"Then for Sheska and Trox, usually kobolds, even if they are from different community, would be welcomed with open arms, other kobolds aren't considered as outsiders, as even with the differences in cultures, certain things tend to be true for every kobold, but for you two..." she looked at the siblings "...you could end up being detained for a moment, as someone would make sure you're not some other species trying to pretend to be a kobold, being almost identical to two members of the community, but after that you'd be welcomed like any other kobold." 

she then addressed Onache directly "And while you did say it was only for their sake, I should mention that someone like you would have harder time to get a place among the community, I don't know any case of outsider being so helpful that they would have become favorable in the eyes of the community, and even while in my case Sear would probably be welcomed, we who get together with non-kobolds usually don't plan to return anyway, since there's always a reason why we left in the first place, so I have no real experience on how a non-kobold lover would be treated."  she of course didn't thing Onache was a lover of either if the siblings, she was simply stating both of the two ways she saw as the only ways outsider would become part of the community.

[Rising Dusk 27,514]

@Blitz Boom

"Indeed.  My chosen couriers will need to be quite study to perform their work in the dangerous and still new lands to us, of Harrowmark," the mare could quite easily agree.  Extra protections and further thought on better execution.  Being so use to working within the borders of Equestria left room for new experiences.  It was rather exciting really.  "By limiting the amount of magic we use, I was more referencing having to eliminate the convenience of simply teleporting the prepared goods out of Harrowmark.  Such activity would be to easily noticed by the O.M.I.  Lingering magics will be less of an issue.  Especially since most goods, mundane or otherwise, will have such affects."

"Worry not dear Lily.  Secrets and knowledge are my trade, and I'm quite good at it.  As much as my brother enjoys his knowledge of where I keep my household things, he is just as oblivious to my greater dealings.  Rising knows how close to the line I can get, but not cross it.  As dangerous as these books might be, they are yet illegal in the eyes of the law here in Equestria.  Besides, I'm doing my country a great service by making sure the information in them is where it needs to be and not in the wrong hoofs.  Even if that means keeping some of it out of my own hoofs," Dawn could admit.  It came as part of the trade.

"Information on long life would be rather valuable.  Could be nice to not have to ascend to Alicorn status to gain such a benefit," she chuckled.  A few more applications of make up completed her appearance.  Having turned the pretty, yet casual mare, into one that could steal the show at the Grand Galloping Gala.  A few spurts of a pink cloud from a perfume bottle doused the mare in a sweet scent.  Blowing a kiss to herself in the reflection of the mirror, "Perfection."

The collection of make up and crystal bottle of perfume filed themselves back into the opening draws to make for a clean vanity.  Reaching up, she tapped the mirror twice with her hoof, "Mother dearest, how are we coming along?" The mirror shimmer and Dawn's reflection was gone, now looking in on homely kitchen.  Grace was at the kitchen sink, washing a pair of tea cups.  "I have your father in the bath, washing the chalk out of his beard," the pegasus replied, looking up and through the mirror into Dawn's room.  "Rather a dark room, are you in one of your moods?" the mother inquired.  "Needed a change from marble," she waved dismissively.  "Mother, do pick a dress with earth tones.  It is a much better appreciated fashion in Harrowmark," she informed her mother.  Grace's brow perked, "Earth tones?  I'm not sure I've worn those in..."  "Yes yes mother, over a decade.  Trust me, I'm just as aware.  We're to make an impression.  We are the guests after all."

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@Rising Dusk

On 2022-02-07 at 9:08 AM, Rising Dusk said:

"Worry not dear Lily.  Secrets and knowledge are my trade, and I'm quite good at it.  As much as my brother enjoys his knowledge of where I keep my household things, he is just as oblivious to my greater dealings.  Rising knows how close to the line I can get, but not cross it.  As dangerous as these books might be, they are yet illegal in the eyes of the law here in Equestria.  Besides, I'm doing my country a great service by making sure the information in them is where it needs to be and not in the wrong hoofs.  Even if that means keeping some of it out of my own hoofs," Dawn could admit.  It came as part of the trade.

"They are not illegal in Harrowmark either, but they will be seen as taboo, and there will be no shortage of those, who'd want for them all to be burned. Yet as gruesome as they are, they may one day be vital, if there comes an imbalance in the gods once more. His are the only tomes, that contains knowledge of how to bend the primordial magics. Grizzly as it might be, it could be necessary, if another like him rose some day.

Much as it may sound weird to you, I trust this research far more, to one from Equestria, than one of my own countrymen. Darkness is alluring for us, where as for you, it seems to be abhorred, and shunned. It will be safer here, even if will be mostly copies."

On 2022-02-07 at 9:08 AM, Rising Dusk said:

"Information on long life would be rather valuable.  Could be nice to not have to ascend to Alicorn status to gain such a benefit," she chuckled.  A few more applications of make up completed her appearance.  Having turned the pretty, yet casual mare, into one that could steal the show at the Grand Galloping Gala.  A few spurts of a pink cloud from a perfume bottle doused the mare in a sweet scent.  Blowing a kiss to herself in the reflection of the mirror, "Perfection."

"If you find a safe way to do so, I ask that you thread carefully. Even in this land of joy, I can imagine the prospect of immortality, would be enticing for many. It will likely be best to keep your cards close. Of course, if you did find a way that were kinder, I do hope you'll remember me."

The smile she gave, seemed to just cement what she had said there. She too would want to live long, though not with through stealing years from others. Another path, and she would be greatly enticed.

On 2022-02-07 at 9:08 AM, Rising Dusk said:

The collection of make up and crystal bottle of perfume filed themselves back into the opening draws to make for a clean vanity.  Reaching up, she tapped the mirror twice with her hoof, "Mother dearest, how are we coming along?" The mirror shimmer and Dawn's reflection was gone, now looking in on homely kitchen.  Grace was at the kitchen sink, washing a pair of tea cups.  "I have your father in the bath, washing the chalk out of his beard," the pegasus replied, looking up and through the mirror into Dawn's room.  "Rather a dark room, are you in one of your moods?" the mother inquired.  "Needed a change from marble," she waved dismissively.  "Mother, do pick a dress with earth tones.  It is a much better appreciated fashion in Harrowmark," she informed her mother.  Grace's brow perked, "Earth tones?  I'm not sure I've worn those in..."  "Yes yes mother, over a decade.  Trust me, I'm just as aware.  We're to make an impression.  We are the guests after all."

"If it is any consolation, what we wear, you would likely find ancient in looks. We style ourselves in practicality, and have not changed much through centuries. It were a usage of materials, that were hard to justify.

I also forgot to mention: I know your husband is a taught pony. Have he questions there, I feel certain they shall be answered, though I warn you of this: He might be asked quite a few things in return, and whatever happens, let him not wander on his own. Most are happy for what have been done for us, but some of Twisted's followers, will be less than pleased of what your son did. Think of your safety, and remain with the guards, and one another, at all costs. Leash your husband if need be., I'm certain we can convince my homeland, that it is an Equestrian tradition."

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@Catpone Cerberus

On 2022-02-06 at 11:05 AM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"I'll fly myself, we can land in some forest near our destination, I still want to hunt." She simply responded, then saying something to Charir, after which she walked out of the carriage, Charir would follow Leviathan. She sharpened her senses to make sure there was nobody nearby, and after she was sure there was nothing, she transformed, stretching a bit after, it was always nice to get out of that awful form. "Sometimes I hope someone would reveal the truth so that I wouldn't need to use that awful body anymore." 

"Some days, I hope it too. I much prefer you like this."

Leviathan would give a warm smile towards Ruby, and run a hand down the dragonesses, scaly arm. She knew Ruby wore the mantle of a pony for a reason, but it seemed so wrong at times, to see her not only reduce herself in size, but also change from her majestic visage, into something so much less impressive. Hopefully someday, she would feel comfortable being herself, or attempt to merely opt for another dragon form, albeit smaller, for a disguise. Might be Leviathan could not help, but she could at the least encourage her, and be supportive.

"They'll find this mess themselves. I think when we get to the station, we just tell them that someone attacked the carriage, and we don't know what happened to them. Not like they can prove otherwise."

Leviathan would stretch out her thing, leathery wings, and bask in the suns rays. She could really feel the wind dragon part in her, when it came to being in such confined spaces, as a train cart. It didn't feel natural to her, compared to the great, open outdoors.

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@Catpone Cerberus

"It's uhm... Yes, I suppose you're right. They're simple. They view threats with simple eyes. If one tries to harm them, or in what manner they go around their hive. As well as when. I always found that they accept my presence, and what honey I do take, long as I know my limits. And make sure to care for their flowers, of course. I work at the orphanage, but bee farming have always been my passion. It's very relaxing."

It also helped the orphanage, as he tended to take home made honey with him, every now and again, to the delight of the foals. They may not have as many here, as in Canterlot - with the disasters that befell this town, that were sometimes quite a feat, honestly - but those they had, were generally happy with getting an extra treat, every now and again. Though there were not a lot left by now. Which were good, of course. The more of them got adopted, the better. Poor things had enough against them from losing their parents in the first place, or worse yet, having been removed, due to harm or neglect. The sooner they could get to loving families, the better. And he made sure to do rounds, to check up on that. If they were locally adopted.

"I too find it soothing, to live harmonically among nature. Smaller minds they may be, we have much to learn from the animals, and and insects."

"Y-Yes. Of course. It's uhm... Yes.

I hate to be a bother actually, but can I ask: have you had any sort of issues in town yes? I hope it's nothing, but well... When Zecora came here, it didn't go smoothly at first. Same with a few others. It's... I dunno. Sometimes the others can jump to conclusions."

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@Catpone Cerberus

On 2022-02-06 at 11:05 AM, Catpone Cerberus said:

she then addressed Onache directly "And while you did say it was only for their sake, I should mention that someone like you would have harder time to get a place among the community, I don't know any case of outsider being so helpful that they would have become favorable in the eyes of the community, and even while in my case Sear would probably be welcomed, we who get together with non-kobolds usually don't plan to return anyway, since there's always a reason why we left in the first place, so I have no real experience on how a non-kobold lover would be treated."  she of course didn't thing Onache was a lover of either if the siblings, she was simply stating both of the two ways she saw as the only ways outsider would become part of the community.

"You can ease your mind then, as I will not attempt to be the first one, to be fully accepted. My interest would be to get them there, if need be, and then leave for the surface. I am a desert dweller by nature. Being deprived of the sun for too long, would begin to make me irate. So knowing that if I get near, I will be made to leave, whilst they are escort the rest of the way, is a preferable outcome. As is it to know they would be unwelcome, but apparently not overtly physically hostile. I do not take kindly to being attacked."

None of them would know to what extend, that would entail. Every encounter Trox and Sheska had, in her presence, had included her being at worst, slightly annoyed. If she felt threatened, or in a bad mood, she could make whomever made her angry, feel the brunt of a mind being violated in ways that would make a grown dragon weep. Though were they like these others, she did not find them threatening. IN a good mood, she might simply use her magic to make the offenders bonk each other on the head, as she turned to leave. Forcing an apology would be meaningless though, as she'd know it weren't authentic. And if it weren't authentic, an apology meant nothing.

"In regards to potential acceptance, I have found that through tales, more reclusive beings have sometimes been more indulging of outsiders, if certain deeds are done. In your case, I would think something akin to stopping a flooding of the cave system. An action of magnitude in essence, which would be hard to justify not showing some degree of acceptance, and gratitude towards. Likely not still enough to reside, but might be enough to traverse.

My theories aside though, your answers have been illuminating. You have my thanks, for indulging this inquiry. Though I am surprised you did not have many in return. Then again, you may already have made some accurate assumptions. I am not certain how observant kobolds are yet. Dragons... Well, I mean no offense to you specifically, but I find a lot of those I have met, are less observant, than they perhaps should be. Exceptions to every rule though, as the saying goes."

She doubted they knew enough to know who exactly she were, even though she used her real name. Had they known that from the desert area, they would be unlikely to be as kind. And even then, they'd likely not know what sort of changeling she were exactly. Though they may know she were one. Wasn't as if she tried to hide it, all too well. Beyond wearing her disguise, that were. Would they ask, she'd answer truthfully, since really, what would they do? Attack her? They hardly seemed foolhardy like that, and it would be without reason. Though by all means, if they wanted a reason to want to hurt her, she could provide.

Hmm... Perhaps having these thoughts still, signalled her need to improve further? Most did not have such thoughts of punishment, nor would feel some degree of joy, from imagining it. She'd know. She had scoured a fifth of the heads in Ponyville thus far.

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@EQ_Theta

On 2022-02-05 at 3:57 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“If want something from back home, you could always ask me. Freshly picked or sometimes dried fruits are probably the most I could offer. Or tea leaves and herbs. I can send you some when you are craving them, but that brick of dried leaves I brought should be good for several months. You only pinch a little bit off at a time, so it will definitely last a while.”

“And I’d love to join you while preparing food. I don’t know what that’s going to be like, but if preparing something delicious will be fun, I can’t pass up that chance. It’s going to be great! So, how about we check up on Sen and Omen? They’re probably done decorating.”

"I can assure you, that it can be quite delightful. I shall even be kind, and not treat you, as kitchen chefs have at times treated me."

Not that he blamed the majority of them really. It were a stressful environment, where a small mistake, could set them all back substantially. Everyone needed to be at the top of their game, and first and foremost, know who were in charge. Without proper, respected leadership, a kitchen would quickly fall to chaos.

"I know of some simpler dishes we can do, without a cook book, but I'd try and get hold of a proper one, that we might try something with a little more challenge too, at a point. I think there could be merit in testing yourself in a kitchen as well. Perhaps it won't go well the first few times, but when it does, there is a certain sense of pride, that one can get from doing it well.

But you're right. Let's find the others, and think further on this at another point. Perhaps they'd like to join us when it is? That might be a fun group project, after we have had some smaller practice lessons with you. For instance, you might be able to show off. And while I have grown up, with no siblings of my own, I know siblings enough through observation, to know that a majority of them, does tend to have a certain degree of rivalry. Even if only in jest."

It reminded him, that he needed to write to his brother when he had the chance, and begin communication. Stargazer likely still needed time to process everything, and see that Rosa were diligent, in making up for his mistakes, but the thestral seemed fair. Perhaps he would accept them starting slowly, and see where things might take them. Hopefully to the point, where he may end up meeting his niece proper, rather than the short introduction he had to her earlier.

There were also another he had promised to write to, yet he needed to find out, in what manner first. He could just ignore her he supposed, but he had made a promise, and he would keep his word. He had run from it enough as it were, for a lifetime.

On 2022-02-05 at 3:57 PM, EQ_Theta said:

In the meantime, Sen thought about Omen’s retort and attempted to come up with an answer. It was difficult to use a generalization because it wouldn’t apply to everyone, and Omen’s response made it challenging to explain fear in an understandable manner.

“Discord is right about fear being natural, and not everyone will respond the same way. I guess the best way I could describe fear is that it is an instinct. It is a natural way to respond to something by either running from it or fighting it. Being hostile to something unknown can also happen. Not everyone has powers to make problems go away, and a guard may not be close by to respond. Do you remember the bakery and the little cat that led us there? Shrimp hid in your mane, and I took it to mean he was scared of it. Or using another example with Shrimp, he’d blast some of his breath at someone she isn’t familiar with. That is how he shows fear.”

"Instinct is fear... Is it fear then, when I make portals, to protect others? Is that fear of them getting hurt?"

Omen would tilt her head to the side, and look both confused, and expectantly at Sen. Fear had been a thing Discord had given up on teaching her, but now she might perhaps understand a tiny bit of it, a small amount better. Though in her case, truth were that mostly, her portals weren't from fear. Just what she had been taught, and instinct. Unless when it came to protecting her friends, and Shrimp. Even if she couldn't feel it, there were  small sliver of fear, in her want to protect them. And when they'd one day die, she'd probably feel deep sadness, however muted, for the first time.

They wouldn't be standing long, before Rosa and Lin would find them.

"Hello there. Pray tell, what are you speaking of?"

"Sen is trying to teach me fear."

"I wish you luck, Sen."

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@Kujamih

On 2022-02-05 at 5:07 AM, Kujamih said:

" aaaahh.,. rrrrgghhh!!!!" she yelped.

she was forced to close the portal and rest at the side.

but soon after, she ended up sleeping on that very spot.

"Oh... Well that wasn't the plan. What to do..."

Anomaly would put herself together proper, and would wander closer to the sleeping Cali. With a ding, a slice of wonder bread, with a chocolate spread, and a pinch of cinnamon would pop out of her mouth, and she'd try to waft it around the nose of the... Pony? Human? Interdimensional unknown entity? Hard to say what she were. Either way, if this didn't work, she'd spit the break out, where it landed on a plate that came from... Somewhere. Then she'd pour a glass of orange juice into a randomly appearing glass, , by taking the top off of her head, and tipping, so the liquid fell poured out. The glass were put next to the bread, and if still nothing, she basically just kept going, until she had a Full English Breakfast in front of Cali. With bread, of course. Couldn't forget the bread. That way, only madness laid.

If there still weren't anything, she'd just lie down, in front of Cali, and let out a sigh.

"*sigh* See, this here's why being a toaster would be so awesome. No one would be looking to you for answers. Just bread. It must be such a nice, carefree life. Not like the one you have. You seem like the sort who'd get into all sorts of tussels. And sleeping through breakfast even? Something must've really drawn on you, huh?"

On 2022-02-05 at 5:07 AM, Kujamih said:

meanwhile on Light's side.

...he awakens and have no clue where he is now.

"..... where the heck am I?" 

"*gasp* Friend is okay!"

Shark threw herself at Light, and grabbed him in a tight, loving hug. Brief as it were though, as she'd need to go up and tackle her creator, she did still go for licking Light across the face once more. A sign of endearment. He wasn't food after all, so she wouldn't just be tasting. If she were, she'd think he needed less salt.

"You save friend, special one!"

Anomaly puffed up her chest, grinning so wide, the top of her pumpkin head, nearly just popped off by itself.

"Well of course. I'm pretty awesome. And would you look at that? Not even any sorta major mutations. I must be getting good at this *control* thing, I've heard so much about."

Might be there were no mutations at all. What'd she know? She were just pouring pure life magic into the sod before. Usually she weaved that with chaos, to cause mutations. In fact, that was the main force of her magic, with the life part being stronger. Came from being technically just a half draconequui, as she had been torn into two, once upon a time. Not like she had done before, but like actually, have her torn asunder, when she were of destruction, and rebirth. Good/bad times, probably. Not like she could remember.

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@Starforce

On 2022-02-05 at 3:19 AM, Magnolia said:

"For so long I have been searching for someone who can take my words seriously. You do. I am so very glad that you do. I am also glad that you accept me in manners that my parents did not. Where Twilight Sparkle has not acknowledged you, I am more than proud to recognize you for who you are." she paused slightly in order to allow her words to sink in for those passing moments as she processed her words and rose a hoof slightly as she thought her words over here.

"One would think, that a mare claiming to be taught and hungry for knowledge, would jump at the opportunity to heed the words of their ancestor, and visit them in this expansive place. Yet still, she lets my letters fall upon deaf ears. Sometimes I wonder if she does not believe it to be me, but some rouse. An impossibility, that there could be word, from one long passed.

To think my own descendant would be so narrow-minded, as to think death were the end... I'd rather believe her busy, or vain, that being one whom closes their eyes, upon knowledge freely on offer.

Already I find more delight in your presence, over the longing I had for hers. You hold respect for your ancestors, and a hunger for knowledge. That I could not see as I touched your very essence, to find the familiarity you claimed there to be. Yet I see it in your eyes, as I have when I gazed upon myself in one. I pray only, that I can offer some of the answers you seek."

On 2022-02-05 at 3:19 AM, Magnolia said:

"Well for a long time I was a very jealous pony. Over the years I found the ability to drain magic to increase my own. I used this for my own selfish reasons with the goal of proving myself to be better than my sister, Twilight Sparkle. I wanted her to realize who I was by force and I wanted to break her worldview in order to see mine. I had no intention of rulership, I just wanted her to realize who I was. In my eyes, she is very lost into her duties to even realize the truth of the matter. She's too focused on her position to realize her own family. But that doesn't give me the right to do what I did...I want to do it again eventually but just not in the manner I did..." she sighed, looking down to the floor in shame at her own actions but quickly snapped out of it.

"It was only because of the actions of a very generous and helpful friend did I reconsider my path from one of destruction to one of diplomacy. I gave the ponies magic back that I stole and been helping my friend ever since. I also regret not taking the time to really enjoy life and better myself. I see so many that are younger than me and I am so jealous of how young they are. I'm 30. I'm not getting any younger, it feels like I've wasted the most of my life on lonely endeavors." she spoke honestly, looking into Alluria's eyes like a filly, except her eyes had contained many a sights that none had seen in the manner such as her own.

Alluria would step forth, and took a firm grip on both sides, of Magnolia's face. She wished the mare to look into her eyes, as she said what she intended, with a serious look upon her features.

"Halt this judgement of yourself, Magnolia. You have erred, as all have, but you still have many years to come, and time to change to be better. Already you have come to the first, yet hardest steps for many: Acknowledgement, and regret. And it is not as if you had no right to feel anger. You were wronged. What left you have, that scales you upon the wrong side of karma, is now something you wish to atone for, as you thread the path you wander on. It should not take you many years, unless your life have been one devoted to slaughter, but I do not believe you to be as such. Not to such a scale, where it would taint your soul, black as tar.

And listen not, to those who would judge you, for your life were spent. The past cannot be changed, as it is. Only reflected upon, and learned from. You may not have the youth of some others, but you have experience - both good and bad - to take great wisdom from, whilst still leaving you much youth left to enjoy.

Never forget, that none are perfect. We can only strive to do as best we can. And I believe you will be better, than you give yourself credit for. If you have no faith in yourself, then I ask you to find strength, in knowing that I do. You stand not alone, my descendant."

[Evil Pink One 13,506]

@Blitz Boom

 

23 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

sigh* See, this here's why being a toaster would be so awesome. No one would be looking to you for answers. Just bread. It must be such a nice, carefree life. Not like the one you have. You seem like the sort who'd get into all sorts of tussels. And sleeping through breakfast even? Something must've really drawn on you, huh?"

Cali would drowsily wake up from her quick nap from the smell of breakfast. her vision is fuzzy, and a slight headache from her wake.

" ugh... mom? breakfast in bed?"

if Anomaly is near Cali would try to hug her. if not she would make an action that implies she wants to hug her.

 

 

 

meanwhile...

Light would wake up from the shock that Shark gave him.

"ufff!! shark? wh-" Light could not finished his sentence for sharks licking would give light a rush of emotions and would just and up muttering.

 

23 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

Well of course. I'm pretty awesome. And would you look at that? Not even any sorta major mutations. I must be getting good at this *control* thing, I've heard so much about."

after hearing Anomaly, Light would snap out of his fluster and quickly point out.

" wait what!? what did you do to me!?" Light would quickly touch himself to check if Anomaly did something to his body.

 

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@Blitz Boom

16 hours ago, Blitz Boom said:

"I know of some simpler dishes we can do, without a cook book, but I'd try and get hold of a proper one, that we might try something with a little more challenge too, at a point. I think there could be merit in testing yourself in a kitchen as well. Perhaps it won't go well the first few times, but when it does, there is a certain sense of pride, that one can get from doing it well.

But you're right. Let's find the others, and think further on this at another point. Perhaps they'd like to join us when it is? That might be a fun group project, after we have had some smaller practice lessons with you. For instance, you might be able to show off. And while I have grown up, with no siblings of my own, I know siblings enough through observation, to know that a majority of them, does tend to have a certain degree of rivalry. Even if only in jest."

“I’m looking forward to that. It might be fun to see things go the other way around. Sen used to be the one to teach me a lot of things, but I’d like the idea of that happening in reverse. Maybe there won’t be a rivalry, but that’s probably because we aren’t competing for anything.”

Lin may like doing fun things, but she never once thought she’d see the need to be competitive. Growing up with Sen and being part of the things he liked doing didn’t quite lead to needing to be better than him. She was just glad to be involved, and that let her learn some new things along the way. Being able to do something aside from learning was enough, and she had someone familiar for a playmate. 

Still, the idea was good, and doing something fun with a friend wasn’t going to get old. Now that she was surrounded by close friends, it could only be better. Right now, Sen was with Omen, telling her about a topic that even the longma couldn’t easily explain. 

It was an assessment proven true when Sen heard Omen’s reply, leaving him rather stumped. Even now he was examining himself and how he understood fear. How does one explain emotions when it is felt more than said? Rosa and Lin would join them soon enough with the thestral piercing the silence with his query. The longma chuckled in jest, aware of his predicament, but maybe there was a hint of clarity forming in his mind while the answer is still brewing.

“Heh. I didn’t think I’d find myself trying to explain what fear is, but I can’t just cut the conversation here. To your question, Omen, fear is an emotion, but it works like an instinct. It’s like a warning that lets you know when there’s something dangerous, and it helps you get ready to face it. The part of it that’s an instinct is how you respond. Let’s go with an example. You see Shrimp is cornered by a large and dangerous creature. You can’t get to him in time, so you prepare to get him out of there with a gate. Fear is knowing Shrimp could get hurt, and you act on that fear by rescuing Shrimp using your powers. Uh… this all makes sense to you, right?” 

[Widdershins 9,959]

@Sekel & Blitz Boom, Threadmaster

 "You banged me." Kaltrops said to Dawn Streak in a lower tone of comment. "If you can mount a dragon midair, think you're far more capable than the little spark-bug here." He declared towards Dazzle with an open, pointing claw. 

 "I'll have you know, Horse" He proudly proclaimed to the latter mare. "I never HAD a mother! I raised myself in the wilds by my own will, determination, and ferocity...

 Well, though as Benny here said..." The young drake's hand lowered in sheepishness as tone changed and another claw instead rose to rub at his long neck. "It hadn't really occured to me to seek out others or go into town to find any other sort of life. Most I did meet seemed to prefer reacting in shock. Figured it was just easier to scare the passing merchant into giving me things then get a job in the center of ponykind."

 

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@Blitz Boom

On 2022-01-15 at 11:36 AM, Blitz Boom said:

"I think sir, they might be nervous because of the fire. There is a lot of things in a pony's home. Many memories, and their whole life. Seeing you set yourself ablaze, it makes them scared you're going to burn the house down. Maybe even to a point, where it gets fatal. I think if you got better at not flaring up, they'd be happy to let you inside their homes for a chat. Uhm, o-once you get to know them better, of course. That's what they said at the friendship school at least. I tried going there, but it... I g-guess it wasn't the right time.

A-Anyway, the princesses, yes. I guess it's easier to just show you."

  "Well a house of friendship sounds like a great place to learn about this new stage of life we find ourselves travelling through, huh my Guide to the wide world of Horse?!" Whett Kindle grinned at Cover Up from where he still sat upon his back haunches. 

"I do suppose you're right. Kirins are storytellers, not crafters. The things we do make, we don't expect to stay around long so its likely we don't attach much often to singular objects. Probably another reason most of us have been a forgotten subset to Equestria for so long, just that we don't leave much evidence behind. We speak out long stories to relive past moments or times.... and i guess, maybe that doesn't help us move on from some issues sometimes.

 It does help teach, personally. Like you shouldn't be afraid to ask strangers for help when its needed like the time my Parents had to drag me to every other hut in town in the middle of the night because my first flare-up had a bad Sulphur smell and needed a potion to cure it immediately.

I guess verbal storytelling as a cultural tradition kind of lets you be less attached to things and I... I guess that has its downsides too. Like the time my mother stomped my pet lizard because I wasn't spending enough time on my chores. Y- You learn to move on from things. 

Like I said, we make our huts with the expectation they'll burn down at some point. That physical possessions are good, but something that shouldn't weigh you down from travelling and finding new places to live in & explore. Some memorial item you keep might eventually d- break at some point, but you still keep those memories, you know."  

 He stood up to smile and give the other stallion a friendly bump.

"But that's what I got you for, eh? How about we go make memories and see what this Ponyville is about that you keep mentioning?"

[Catpone Cerberus 23,588]

@Blitz Boom
Ruby didn't react to Leviathan's touch, though, if it was because she ignored it, or if she genuinely didn't notice it, that could only be guessed. 

"Yes, and if anyone asks why we didn't go report it straight away, we can just state the truth that, we have a reason to believe that someone is already coming, and since it did not involve us in any way, we have no reason to worry about it beyond that."

Ruby stretched her wings for a while, they were the part that were most uncomfortable after transformation, because they were the only part that she straight up lost in her pony form, that also had muscles and feeling. When everyone seemed ready, she would take off, and Charir would take off right after, though he would wait for Leviathan as she was the one he would follow. 

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"No actually" Scarecrow stated "It has actually been a pleasant surprise how well everything has gone." "I'm sure someone has looked at us with suspicion but nobody has come to cause trouble." as he said it he actually remembered that someone had indeed looked at them, or well, him specifically, the weird metal guard, though he figured it was nothing, since they hadn't seen him or it since. "The reaction has mainly been surprise, as ponies are surprised to see a dryad and an Evergrown," he was faintly familiar with Zecora, he didn't know her per say, but both of them were aware of each other, both living in the forest and all, and to the ponies' defense, Zecora was a mysterious one, he could imagine someone being wary seeing her the first time, and he was pretty sure she secretly enjoyed making others question things. 

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Nobody mentioned it out loud, but all four felt the last part of Onache's first statements was bit unnecessary, since it was pretty obvious that she wouldn't like being attacked, very few beings did, and only the siblings thought about what that could entail, since they knew her capability to affect minds, their line of thought quickly went to things that Nightmare Moon did to some of her victims,  this also made them wonder how much her ability to read minds would help her against a whole community of kobolds.

Onache's theory also didn't get a response other than a gesture of 'maybe', it was only maybe because flooding specifically wasn't as big of a problem to them as one would think, since they had engineered their caves in a way that flooding was considered, sure it wasn't perfect, but they always found a way to figure things out, who knows, maybe they would eventually grow gills like the one kobold species Chega and Sear had met during their travels. 

"To be blunt, Sheska and Trox are simply more interesting to me." Chega admitted "And it hasn't been hard to figure out you're a changeling queen, and while we haven't met a queen before, we have met changelings both before and after the change, so we know the basics." "Some things about the way you speak also makes me believe you were one of the...more infamous Queens, the fact that I've heard your name somewhere also imply such, though what exactly you have in your past is just that, the past." Sear explained, not seeming to take offence, she wasn't offended because as she had hinted before, she didn't really see herself as part of the rest of her kind "You're helping kobolds and that's all that matters to me, I don't care what you may have been, as only thing that matters is what you seek to be now." "But! If you do have any interesting stories from you past you feel could make a good song, I'm all ears." Chega smiled in almost goofy manner as she said it "Be it grim, scary or happy, I love a good story." she also looked towards the siblings with the last one, and they understood what she was getting at with the looks, and they didn't mind, they could share few stories with their friends no problem. 

Part of what helped the two to ignore any potential crimes of someone like Onache was it not concerning them, it may have been bit selfish, but since she had not affected their lives negatively, they had no grudge towards her, and while they had empathy towards those potentially wronged, it wasn't their place to give punishments. 

 

[Rising Dusk 27,514]

@Blitz Boom

Grace didn't at first take notice of Lily until she spoke.  On Grace's end of the communication, her kitchen window didn't offer the best of view.  A pleasant nod in Lily's direction as she took in the information she was told.  Removing the two tea cups from the rinsing water before putting them on a nearby drying rack.  Lastly taking up a rag to dry her hoofs off with.  "I'm sure I can find something appropriate in my wardrobe," Grace agreed.  Disappointing to not be able to wear something extraordinary for her son's big moment, but the circumstances in of themselves were extraordinary.

Both the mother and daughter's ears perked at Lily's suggestion.  Leashing somepony's special somepony had a different meaning than what they expected Lily meant it as.  Dawn was the first to recover and clear her throat.  "My father knows the importance of staying with the tour group.  Leashing... need not be public," Dawn cracked.  "Setting Dawn!" the mother scolded, using her daughter's full name for emphasis.  The unicorn waved her hoof dismissively, choking on a laugh preventing her from speaking.  Grace composed herself, "We'll be sure, EVERYPONY, is on their best behavior and with each other.  Thank you for your concern.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have a wardrobe to plunder."  Her snoot shot skyward and she disappeared from view of the mirror.

Dawn finished her little fit and dabbed at tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes.  "Oh, what a joy," she muttered and tapped the mirror, returning it to a reflective surface.  Sliding off her stool caused it and the vanity to sink and melt back into the floor.  Still a little distracted, she wandered over to the wall, "Now which one of these is my closet?" she inquired.  Swiping her hoof through the air from left to right.  All the doors in the long house slide along the walls as if not attached.  Doors zoomed by before the unicorn until a decorated, flowery, lavender door that didn't match the rest of the room, stopped in front of her.  It opened on its own to reveal a cottage on the other side.  Well, a cottage that had been designed and made into just a giant walk in closet.  Natural sunlight beamed in from windows, taking them away from the torch and brazier firelight provided by the longhouse.  Rows and rows of racks with outfits snaked about the cottage and a dozen armoires appeared to stand in random, unorganized places. 

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@Kujamih

On 2022-02-11 at 11:50 PM, Kujamih said:

Cali would drowsily wake up from her quick nap from the smell of breakfast. her vision is fuzzy, and a slight headache from her wake.

" ugh... mom? breakfast in bed?"

if Anomaly is near Cali would try to hug her. if not she would make an action that implies she wants to hug her.

A little odd, but hey, who were complaining? Way better than being attacked, so she'd go in for a hug for sure.

And then after the hug, she'd have breakfast. This were the kind of life she wanted to have.

Even during said hug, Anomaly would push the plate and juice closer to Cali, that she may soon enjoy a delicious, scrumptious meal. And then they could hopefully start over, and talk this out like adults, instead of fighting. Surely this didn't have to devolve into madness all the time, yeah?

Though if say, this were a rouse, and Cali tried to throw Anomaly off, she'd make sure to latch on tightly. She were not going to be subjected, to being trapped in a cold, lone world without magic!

On 2022-02-11 at 11:50 PM, Kujamih said:

after hearing Anomaly, Light would snap out of his fluster and quickly point out.

" wait what!? what did you do to me!?" Light would quickly touch himself to check if Anomaly did something to his body.

"Well, things were not looking too good, so we had to operate. The good news is that you're alive, though we had to remove these things."

She'd hold up a pair of legs, that would look identical to Light's front legs. They were wriggling still, as they were presented to him.

"You didn't need them, right?

Hehe, just messing. Seriously, I'm pretty sure you're fine. I didn't try to mutate you anyway, and if you find a little flaw, I'm sure that can be sorted easily. Maybe. Sorta depends what it is. Some things are just too good."

She'd toss the legs into the air, where they became two large balls of goo, that's begin to bounce away, as they hit the ground. They'd change color every time they hit the ground, from green, to purple, to yellow, etc. And much like with many other of her creations, they wandered off to find their own place in this reality.

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@Starforce

"Truer words, have rarely been spoken, my child. Family is what is the most important. Even in life, I could see this. It is regrettable that not all can understand something, which should be so apparent."

Alluria would hug her descendant further, yet her gaze would fall unfavorably upon both Soul and Macabre.

"Much as I'd wish that all the knowledge you see here, are of my design, sadly it is not. It belongs to a family whose bond lingers for further than any I had thought possible. A rich story, spanning thousands, upon thousands of years. For all my centuries here, I have yet to reach the full depths of these libraries. It feels there will forever be something to learn here. With a clear theme of death, and solidarity. The latter of which seems forgotten for some."

"I've forgotten nothing."

Soul and Macabre got caught up in a glaring match at that point it seemed. Not a word spoken, but both metting the others gaze unblinkingly. Soul's sole, exposed eye, intense and cold, whilst Macabre's gaze were unwavering, and dominant. Many lesser ponies had faltered before her stare, but it would take more than that with Soul. He didn't fear her, much as he maybe should.

At this point, Alluria would pay them no further heed, and end the embrace with Magnolia. She even took a step back, and looked once again, very seriously at her descendant. Something which she said, had to be addressed, even if this were a somber moment, that she did not personally wish to end either. Yet there were a need for this, and she could not in good consciousness, let it be left hanging, that it might be forgotten.

"Child, heed my words, and understand I mean nothing wrong with them: I hope I shall never gaze upon you in these halls, when your life are at an end.

You see splendor, and joining with a family member, who revel in ancient knowledge. Yet the truth is, that I did not stay here by choice. I am trapped upon this realm, unable to wander to the promised lands beyond. The only reason I am here, is to find a path forward, hidden somewhere within these tomes.

After my death, I were not visited like most are, by a reaper. For reasons unfathomable, I were left alone. Just a soul, stuck in a world she could no longer interact with.

I wandered for over a century in this misery, seeking answers, but none came. Not even the reapers that I did see, deigned me with as much a a glare. You cannot fathom how it is. To be invisible, to all but other whom are dead, and seeing most of them be taken to what comes next. Be it Elysium or Tartarus, at least they would have something."

She were obviously annoyed, as she said these words, but would restrain herself. She were not going on a tantrum in front of her descendant. It were undignified.

"In any case, I were eventually found, by the then Madamme Macabre. Not this one, if you wonder. It is a title they inherit, when they become the matriarch of the clan. This one were centuries prior to her, and came, as she heard my wails. She could not offer answers, but she did think there to be a place, where I might be able to scour one. So I were offered to come here, and freely read every tome they had, and would in time make. Researching into an answer, to find why some were left behind intentionally. The only word I had to give, were that I would offer freely, the knowledge, if I could find the answer.

It have been enlightening years, but this existence, is not something you should endure. None should be in the position, that even this clan, cannot find a way to help you pass on. It is a cruel existence, and when you in time find your end, I should hope that your path takes you to Elysium. And that one day, I may join you, and all who came before you there. Though some have gone to Tartarus, definitely. Your... Ah, what must it be? Great, great, granduncle, I would think. His name were Glitter Sparkle, and I doubt you will ever find mention of him, in any family tomes that might remain. The less said of him, the better.

When you yet live though, I would be pleased to have your company, at least for a time. Yet life exists to live it. You must in time, find your path to enjoy your own years. That path includes confronting those, who left you behind. As well as the siblings, whom may know little of you. If you fear doing so alone, you can always bring them to me. I would enjoy seeing more of my descendants. Even those who'd need a verbal thrashing, the likes of which have not been seen, since Princess Celestia went to confront the pegasi, who believed it fun to follow her sun with clouds for days on end."

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@Widdershins @Sekel

On 2022-02-13 at 3:38 AM, Widdershins said:

"I'll have you know, Horse" He proudly proclaimed to the latter mare. "I never HAD a mother! I raised myself in the wilds by my own will, determination, and ferocity...

 Well, though as Benny here said..." The young drake's hand lowered in sheepishness as tone changed and another claw instead rose to rub at his long neck. "It hadn't really occured to me to seek out others or go into town to find any other sort of life. Most I did meet seemed to prefer reacting in shock. Figured it was just easier to scare the passing merchant into giving me things then get a job in the center of ponykind."

"To be fair, that Is how the stereotype is with dragons. And for good reason. With the way dragons looks at us ponies, it tends to be like that. Comes from the whole animosity between us, for whatever reason. I mean, I know these days, it's down to old grievances, but what started it all? Seemingly nopony knows. It's just this thing now, for some reason. And have been for who knows how long.

Not much point in lamenting the issues of the past though, right? Things are getting better now, and are changing. It can for you too. Just have to start with you figuring out what you like to do, and then see if you can make a career out of it. It might surprise you what your skills can transfer over into.

Come on. What sorta things are you good at. Don't be shy. I know you're just bursting to tell, hehe."

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@Widdershins

"We have a lot of verbal storytelling too, in my culture. At least I've been told that's the case. Most books were dedicated to spellbooks of some kind, or religious texts. Old heroes and villains- Important, historical things. Most regular things, were told from mouth to mouth. Which I hear were easier in Harrowmark, since some of the storytellers had been around for a long time, due to them being undead. We have a lot of fire too, but that's more related to the undead, so ergh... Y-Yeah. I know it's a taboo in Equestria to talk about death, so it's... It's a little hard sometimes for me, to connect with others, when it's such a big part of the culture I grew up in.

Not that I've ever seen a zombie myself. The elder said that Equestria wasn't seething with dark magic, like our homeland were, so they didn't just rise up like that here. And even if we were mostly left alone, we had to follow some laws. Apparently, creating undead, was a big no no. I saw a lot of drawings though. There's a lot more kinds of undeath, than Equestria have the imagination for.

B-But anyway, I uhm... You wanted to see Ponyville, yes? I can show you. Just... Small steppes, yes? We start at the outskirts, just in case you flare up and uhm... W-Well you know, something happens. Best if there's an easy escape, sir."

Hopefully nothing would happen, and he were just being paranoid. But it were hard to say for certain, yes? Best not to take too many chances.

As such, he'd lead him to the outskirts of town, with nothing in the area, seemingly interested in engaging with him at first. Animals that were, though some locals would turn their heads and look surprised, as he came into view.

The outskirts he had taken them towards - which required walking a further distance - would lead into a relatively unlived in area. More a place of some barns on one hoof, and fields along with them, and then on the other, the path leading into the city, with some general housing. The shopping areas were further in, and the school of friendship, and well as the castle, were easily visible from here too. Good markers, if you went looking for something, and needed directions.

"Well uhm... Welcome to Ponyville. Well, part of it, I guess. But you can see the town soon from here. Let's just try and walk in nice and easy, y-yes?"

Three steps later, a voice would come from the side, and let out a drawn out whistle. If they turned to look, they'd see a yellow coated farm pony, chewing on a straw, and looking the odd pair over, that had just steppe3d into town. Didn't seem like he were judging or nothing, just a bit uncertain on what this were all about.

"Well ain't that somethin'? A lil painted up sort, and some sorta pony dragon? Sure's a lotta odd visitors we're gettin' these days.

You alright there? The little one's looking a bit unnerved."

Time to see if things could go well. First attempt, commencing.

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@Catpone Cerberus

"Since we have that all sorted then,  let's take flight. I could do with some wind in my scales again."

Flying along, there'd hardly be given a look to them, from whatever pegasi and such, got within eyesight. The few who did, did the smart thing, and stayed at a distance, seeing how Ruby were big enough to stomp them flat, or toss them far away. So they were given some space, which Leviathan at least enjoyed. The dragoness humming along, as she flew and did a few tricks through the air. Including summoning some rings of mist, and doing a corkscrew spin through them. A bit of her air dragon side that shone through here, showing in her more aloof and playful side, when she were in the mood for it. And right now, she weren't really bummed out. They'd had an interesting show, and had some riches in wait soon, just for relaying a message. All good things.

She might end up missing the bird some, eventually. But for now at least, she'd try and enjoy things, while they had the chance. She'd even fly back, and fly circles around Charir at one point. In a direction going from his midsection, over his left, to above his head, and down the right side. A spacious circle too, sos he didn't interrupt him. It'd probably confuse him some, but she were in a playful mood. They could indulge an old lady a little.

Wouldn't be all that long before they got to the forest near town, that would become a hunting ground for Ruby. At which point, Leviathan would speak up.

"And here we have the buffet. Anything particular, that you and Charir would fancy? Bear? Fish? Chimera? Cockatrice? Maybe some boar?"

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@Catpone Cerberus

"That's uhm... Yes, good. Good good good. Suspicion, but not acting on it. It's not ideal, but well, better than acting on it, yes? Zecora, a lot just ran from, and shut their doors, just from her walking into town. Took the endorsement of the princess to really get them to give her a chance."

"Your princess is revered well, here in this town. Her opinion must carry much weight to you all."

"Well, yes. Her and her friends, have done a lot to help out, and especially Princess Twilight, have done well in making peace with old enemies, and deal with troublesome ones that came back. It helps to cause more of a peace. So less children of any race, becomes orphans to the conflicts... B-But uhm, to your point, yes. Their opinions means a lot to most ponies in town. If they like you, there's hardly any who won't give you a chance. Especially the princess. She have dealt with many things herself, and then there's all those books she have. It makes most of us think she knows what she's doing. W-Well, think and think. We're sure that she does. Some are just harder to believe, like the dragons."

"The atatzi speaks rarely of ponies, where I hail from. The things they say though, were most unkind. As were words from pony kind, when I heard them speak of our scales friends. I have come to find there is much more to things, when you accept them both."

"Uhm... Atatzi?"

"We did not know them as dragons, where I came from. To us, they were the noble atatzi. Protectors of our vale, and allies in our younger years. Brutish in a sense, but we were in harmony with them."

"Huh... Well I guess I learned several new things today.

You might too. I don't know why, but there have been more unusual creatures around than usual these last few weeks. A few draconequui for once, though I think they're all gone. Except Discord, but I'm never sure where he might be. He's not so bad, once you get to know him. The orphans likes his antics at least.

Have you met him yet? I could perhaps give you some warnings then, in advance. It's not all that are used to dealing with draconequui."

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@Catpone Cerberus

On 2022-02-13 at 1:52 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

Nobody mentioned it out loud, but all four felt the last part of Onache's first statements was bit unnecessary, since it was pretty obvious that she wouldn't like being attacked, very few beings did, and only the siblings thought about what that could entail, since they knew her capability to affect minds, their line of thought quickly went to things that Nightmare Moon did to some of her victims,  this also made them wonder how much her ability to read minds would help her against a whole community of kobolds.

Onache could give an answer to that, but it were best if the question never came up. Few felt comfortable being around her, if they knew how she could affect minds on a broader scale. Taking care of doing a proper rewrite took time, and were usually something that had to be done against one or two at a time, but she had ways to deal with a larger group. A more general command, such as *Kneel* or *Fight for me*. Something which would not work on all of course. Were the mind steadfast, it would not work as great, but the pressure of her magic were not something a weakened, feeble, or wandering mind were steeled enough to handle. Communities had seen her enter the fray, during an invasion before, and turn half the fighting force on their former allies, then strengthen her bonds, when the realisation of what they had done, entered their minds.

She were rightfully feared. And would any of them come to claim justice, Equestria would have a hard time fighting against the extradition orders, without being seen as morally bankrupt. At least as it stood now. Onache had a lot of redemption to catch up on, to make up for things such as that. Though it'd be easier to do, if others knew not the details of her escapades. It'd just breed mistrust.

On 2022-02-13 at 1:52 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"To be blunt, Sheska and Trox are simply more interesting to me." Chega admitted "And it hasn't been hard to figure out you're a changeling queen, and while we haven't met a queen before, we have met changelings both before and after the change, so we know the basics." "Some things about the way you speak also makes me believe you were one of the...more infamous Queens, the fact that I've heard your name somewhere also imply such, though what exactly you have in your past is just that, the past."

"So you did catch on to the things I said then. Good. It gives me some further idea of how observant I should think kobolds to be.

As for your position on my potential past, it pleases me that we are on the same page, though it isn't as if I fear much from the locals currently. Their minds are easily swayed, when it comes to trusting others."

As well as several other things. Alas, she cared little about that right now, and at this point, wished to push things a small bit further in fact. A little test if you would, though she stood ready to correct things, if it caused issues around them.

A magical flame engulfed her, and soon after, she stood in her now true form.

Her first thought, as they spoke on, were on how the locals would react. So she scoured as she listened, and barring a few that had an initiate thought of being riled up - which she defused easily - the general consensus appeared to be either ignoring her, or curiosity. Interesting... She'd need to take this into consideration, for the future. Might be she'd be able to get used to this oddly fluffy form, elsewhere than merely her desert. Maybe also entice the gullible population, by seeming more open and honest.

On 2022-02-13 at 1:52 PM, Catpone Cerberus said:

"You're helping kobolds and that's all that matters to me, I don't care what you may have been, as only thing that matters is what you seek to be now." "But! If you do have any interesting stories from you past you feel could make a good song, I'm all ears." Chega smiled in almost goofy manner as she said it "Be it grim, scary or happy, I love a good story." she also looked towards the siblings with the last one, and they understood what she was getting at with the looks, and they didn't mind, they could share few stories with their friends no problem. 

"I am seeking to assist them, and have no ill will intended for doing so. Of that you can be certain. As for stories, I have plenty to share, yet I doubt you'd like most of them. Still, I could give a glimpse, if you'd let me show you a memory?"

If they did not, she wouldn't. Though if agreed - and that offer were also for Sheska and Trox - she'd share a memory with them. Wasn't really hard to project one of her own into the heads of others, when you could do what she did. Though it took more effort, and infringed upon her own privacy, sos he rarely did this. She also couldn't manipulate her own memories when she shared them, so they'd be truthful. For better or worse.

The one she'd show, would be seen through her eyes, as she wandered calmly through somewhere underground, with nigh light, beyond what came from the glowing gems on the walls.

As it were from her eyes, it wouldn't take long to see that she were walking around an egg chamber. Hundreds of pulsating cocoons, filled with potential new lives, yet there were no fluttering or busywork around. There were just her, in stone cold silence.

Her hoof, dark and holes, would be brought forth, and gently caress down the shell of the egg. A tender hoof, shaking slightly for reasons not yet known. Then suddenly, her voice would come through. The only sort of manipulation to the memories she could do. That os a narrator, or commentator, to try and give context to what were about to be seen.

"When prey is scarce, a queen have to choose. Let them hatch, and condemn others, or the nymphs, to mind death from starvation. Or spare them of the pain, and save whom you already have."

The next part, were her horn lighting up with an intense purple hue, before pulverizing the egg. Then again, and again, rapidly all over the room, whilst a low, pained scream forced its way out of Onache, in the memory. She wouldn't show more than a few seconds of this though, before ending the memory. She did not like to dwell on it any more, than she had to.

"The lesser known sacrifice, that queens have to make. And the reason why most hunt so relentlessly. What to ponies seem cruel, is for us survival. Both of those who are, and those who could come. I have other things I could show you, but those present me in a light I'd rather were forgotten. A new age, should not bear old scars."

Edited February 16, 2022 by Blitz Boom

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@EQ_Theta

On 2022-02-12 at 4:26 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“I’m looking forward to that. It might be fun to see things go the other way around. Sen used to be the one to teach me a lot of things, but I’d like the idea of that happening in reverse. Maybe there won’t be a rivalry, but that’s probably because we aren’t competing for anything.”

"Is that so? Seems I jumped to conclusions then. Still, there is much fun one can have, with a friendly competition. Like that of Sen and myself, during the carnival. It can rouse a bit of fire, to perform your best. As well as bragging rights, which can be a reward in and by itself.

Jesting aside, I look forward to seeing how all will do, when we traverse into the kitchen. I imagine it may well end up being quite fun. Though it will likely be a planned event, as we appear to have a filled schedule for the next few days, more than likely."

On 2022-02-12 at 4:26 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“Heh. I didn’t think I’d find myself trying to explain what fear is, but I can’t just cut the conversation here. To your question, Omen, fear is an emotion, but it works like an instinct. It’s like a warning that lets you know when there’s something dangerous, and it helps you get ready to face it. The part of it that’s an instinct is how you respond. Let’s go with an example. You see Shrimp is cornered by a large and dangerous creature. You can’t get to him in time, so you prepare to get him out of there with a gate. Fear is knowing Shrimp could get hurt, and you act on that fear by rescuing Shrimp using your powers. Uh… this all makes sense to you, right?” 

As if on queue, Shrimp would let out a yawn, and stir a little further. He had been taking another nap, after the situation downstairs, but all the talking had him less able to rest, and now awake. In a better mood than last time at least though, so he just looked around and gave off a few pleased chirps.

"Not wanting Shrimp to be hurt, is fear. Same with friends?"

"It is an aspect of fear, yes. If you don't want another to be struck, and do everything to protect them, that means you are afraid they'd get hurt."

"I thought that was instinct. Very strange."

"It's both, really. It's your instinct to be afraid for them. It's the same with those who jump in front of their foals, when someone runs for them attempting to harm them. Your... Ah, how do I put this... Blessing and curse, is that you react promptly on your fear, but you don't feel it enough, to where it changes your actions. You don't get nervous, or stop to think about if you're doing the right thing. It can help you keep your head straight, but... Well, I think it is best we teach a lesson on this later. I might know of a visual novel we can make use of, since she understands this aspect of it now.

Just for now, think of what Lin said. We'll talk about these sorts of things when you've thought over that for a few days, okay?"

"Yes. Thank you, Lin?"

It seemed the right time to thank Lin then, so she'd do so. Whilst looking at her. She saw ponies do that, among other things, and she were trying to imitate them as best she could. Which were going better day by day, after meeting Sen, and subsequently the rest of the gang. Which now currently had her with a flock of friends, in a normal house, getting tutored. Master Discord would've never believed her, had she said this would one day happen.

"That's good, then... Excuse me, Omen? Pray tell, have you been the one to place the figurine on the toilet lid?"

"Yes. I know they are important to ponies."

"I... *sigh* I can hardly argue with that. I'll make sure to put it back on top of the lid, after every usage of the toilet."

"How do you use a toilet? Can I watch?"

Rosa opened his mouth to say something to that, but found nothing but air were willing to leave his mouth. he simply did not have words to express, over a question so innocent, and yet so unintentionally loaded. Even though he well knew, she just didn't know what it were used for, and had likely thought it a bench, or minor shrine of some sort.

Edited February 16, 2022 by Blitz Boom

[Evil Pink One 13,506]

@Starforce @Blitz Boom

Before letting go from the hug, Cali would kiss her mom at the cheeks and embed a small shard.

"Thanks mom..." Cali would then eat her breakfast and listen to anomaly, thinking she was her mom.

 

Meanwhile at Lights side...

" Did you remove my shards!?" 

The chances that anomaly removed it would be pretty high, because it would have obstructed her from operating and also would find out that the said shards would be the reason of her pain.

As the bouncing weird balls go the distance, Light could only wonder and fear...

" We're did that go?.... Where are those going!" 

Edited February 17, 2022 by Kujamih

[Sekel 692]

@Widdershins & @Blitz Boom

DAWN STREAK & DAZZLE GLEAM

Dawn could only shut herself up, choosing instead to merely grumble and try to hide behind Kaltrops even further to hide her embarrassment. She didn't want to know how Pop and Benny were reacting to Kaltrops' double entendres but Dawn herself was not having a good day of it.

"You know, I don't think you're good for a fig-" Dazzle managed to tell Kaltrops before scrunching her nose cutely at Long Stare poking her muzzle. She had never felt that before and was unsure of what to do so she ended up stammering and looked at her new friend with the same cute scrunched up expression. "Wh-what was that for?"

@Blitz Boom

AURORA LIGHTS

"No, thank you," Aurora sighed heavily. "I can already transform into different creatures. I don't need to actually be them too." While it had enticed her at one point or another, Aurora had indeed settled into being a griffin and then being changeling, and then being a new changeling queen so for the moment, it was hard to say if she actually wanted one of the mutations the draconequus was offering. "Lulu, do you want anything from this dimension? Happy would probably want more of that weird happy juice he likes slinging and Flaxx ... well ... as far as I can tell Flaxx is being normal."

@Blitz Boom

KARMIC FATE & ATZY

"Whoa, this place looks like a bomb hit it," Karmic said in complete surprise, her eyes widening at their new surroundings. "Wait. We're talking with a filly that can explode things. Of course a bomb hit it."

"You got that right," Atzy chittered her laughter, sounding like a cricket rubbing it's legs together, and decided to pick the filly up and fly down towards her workshop. "Why not give us the grand tour?"

@Blitz Boom

TWILIGHT SPARKLE

"Well, since the four of us are going on another adventure, it's probably best to stock up on food, water, and various supplies to help us along the way. The Moonlit Thicket, which I think is the closest one to us, is still a fairly long hike," Twilight told the group after studying the map with a quizzical expression. It kept her mind off the present situation with Cherish and she hoped she wouldn't have to think of it unless she absolutely had to. Like when talking with Madame Macabre or one of her clan but that bridge will get crossed when they get to it.

[EQ_Theta 457]

@Blitz Boom

(I think you got the names mixed up here. No worries though; no harm done.)

On 2022-02-16 at 9:21 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"It's both, really. It's your instinct to be afraid for them. It's the same with those who jump in front of their foals, when someone runs for them attempting to harm them. Your... Ah, how do I put this... Blessing and curse, is that you react promptly on your fear, but you don't feel it enough, to where it changes your actions. You don't get nervous, or stop to think about if you're doing the right thing. It can help you keep your head straight, but... Well, I think it is best we teach a lesson on this later. I might know of a visual novel we can make use of, since she understands this aspect of it now.

Just for now, think of what Lin said. We'll talk about these sorts of things when you've thought over that for a few days, okay?"

"Yes. Thank you, Lin?"

“There’s no need to rush, Omen. We’ll go along at your pace, and when you want to continue talking about this, we’ll be ready. Though I think we may be getting a little mixed up here because I was just with Rosa. Sen is the one you should be thanking.”

“You’re welcome, and don’t hesitate to ask some more when you’re ready. We’re here to help.”

Sen smiled and nodded, affirming his desire to continue assisting her. This was quite an unexpected teaching moment, but the longma may have also learned how to articulate himself a little better. Big subjects like this aren’t going to get easier to talk about, but he had to try. In a way, it also gave him some understanding of the topic itself. 

However, the next question really made things awkward. The siblings looked to each other, then back at Omen with mortified looks on their faces. The kind that would be plastered on to anyone who heard something scandalous. However, this was Omen, and a combination of naïveté and curiosity somehow made this whole situation expected and unexpected at the same time. How that even works, the siblings couldn’t tell; perhaps there are things that just happen, and this is one of them.

Lin couldn’t even decide whether to chuckle or remain silent. As awkward at this whole situation has become, innocence was something oddly endearing.

“Uh… Omen? When someone says they are going to the toilet, they usually want some time alone to, eh… relieve themselves. Discord didn’t tell you about this?”

“Rosa?” Lin whispered, only keeping herself audible within earshot of the thestral. “I know you’ve got a right to privacy, but I’m thinking we should also try to let Omen down gently after we try explaining this to her.”

It certainly felt like everyone were treading on eggshells with a topic as delicate as this. Though this may not be on the level of offensive as other mattes that require a more tactful approach, it might come off as an odd thing for Omen. Odd in a sense that they all had weird looks on their faces, the room suddenly fell silent, and their friend might have picked up on these signs just as easily as everyone else sensing how awkward things became. 

[Blitz Boom 4,620]

@Starforce

On 2022-02-16 at 11:43 PM, Magnolia said:

"...I see. I was actually going to ask how a spirit such as your own still remained here, but either way - I hope that my presence shines a light on your presence here. While I am a pony of shadows in many aspects, I hope that I can be the light for you...because you deserve that and so much more. I promise you that one day I will bring my parents here. My sister, and my brother. I hope that one day, I can present them before you and show them the truth...I know Twilight is an avid reader, as an Alicorn Princess I would wager that she has a lot of resources at her disposal. Maybe with the combined effort of our finally...we can find a way to get you to pass on peacefully to Elysium." Magnolia suggested, attempting to choose her words carefully.

"Your sister is a taught mare indeed. It is for that reason, that I have been more insistent in my correspondence to her, over most others I attempt to reach out to. It have been disheartening then, to find her ignore my words in full, but mayhap I will yet get the chance to scold her for that. Princess or not, she is but a filly, and I have no qualms with telling her what I think of this negligence.

But that is not for you to worry about. Focus on connecting with them first. I am quite literally, not going anywhere. I have been in this town for so long, I can no longer leave its borders unaided."

On 2022-02-16 at 11:43 PM, Magnolia said:

"This can be more of a re-union than I thought. Not only with my siblings, but also re-uniting them with you in a sense of manner. That way, hopefully this family can heal more...both with knowing your knowledge and my own. I know that may be wishful thinking but either way I have to actually get out there and find my siblings. It will be a long and difficult journey to even get there and find myself in their presence, but when I eventually do, I will speak good of you and one of these days I will bring them here. I will be the one to bring our family again. We will find answers if you can not, before then. I hope we can." she smiled in a hopeful manner, hoping that this was possible.

"This it is good to hear. Ambition, and a goal, that flares you with the fires of determination. If there is any way I might aid you, know that I will do my outmost to do so.

My word of advice, my descendant? Do not fear being in their presence, and do not get consumed with anger. Go to them with the thought that you are family, and that they will welcome you. They may dash such hopes, but thinking it will fail before you even attempt, is doomed to only prove you right. Be confident. You are deserving of their time, as they are of yours.

As for you two-"

She would turn, and gaze at the two fools, still starring one another down.

"Speak up, or leave this room. You are souring our reunion."

"I said my part, time and time again, and it's all been on deaf ears. I know I did the right thing, and I'll never show remorse for that.

Good luck with your mission, Magnolia."

Soul would turn to leave, and would be halfway to the door, before Macabre would finally open her mouth.

"You never understood, did you?"

He halted, and turned to look at Macabre, with some disbelief, and anger in his eye.

"What?"

"Your banishment. Why I did it."

"It is not as if you ever told him. Stubborn matriarch."

"I know why. I broke your rules. Even if they were letti-"

"You think I never cared about Banshee, and Boo? They're my grandfoals, and I was watching them die as much as you were. Had I a choice, I would've saved them in a heartbeat."

He'd stomp down, and raise his voice.

"You had a choice! But you refused to make the call, so I did. I saved them, and for that, you threw me out like garbage!"

She did not raise her voice, but she did lower her gaze briefly, just to resume starring at him with a pained expression, he had not expected.

"I were scared, and hurt, Soul. I wasn't thinking rationally.

The power you took, it's corrupting. It destroys those who use it, and there wasn't even any guarantee it would work. For me, I went from seeing two of my grandfoals dying, to be about to bury three, and I couldn't... I couldn't watch you die too. It was too much, and then we came to words. I should've never thrown you out, and I regretted doing that ever since."

"Then why didn't you ever say that?"

"Because I'm a stubborn old fool. One of many traits we share, grandson."

Soul would lose his fire, and the anger on his face. No words would even come from him, as he wandered over, and for the first time in years, embraced his grandmother.

"I was about ready to tie them both together, until they had resolved this. Think of this, Magnolia. A display of what being too stubborn, and sticking to your ideals can do, when reaching a hoof out can be all it takes. Not that it always work, but there should not be burned bridges, before one sees if they can be thread upon first. You may well get surprised."

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@Kujamih

On 2022-02-17 at 3:56 AM, Kujamih said:

"Thanks mom..." Cali would then eat her breakfast and listen to anomaly, thinking she was her mom.

"Awh, don't worry sweetie. Now you go eat your breakfast, and lemme know if you're missing anything, okay?"

Apparently, the mare had become delusional now, and thought that she were her mother. Not what Anomaly figured were going to happen, but hey, she'd roll with it. Seemed like fun. She'd even peck a kiss back on Cali's forehead, to live into the role. How a pumpkin head got lips? That stuff sounded like logic. Couldn't have that stuff here. Nothing bad bad karma there-

Anomaly would provide other things for the breakfast, if asked. Sure she wished to be a toaster first and foremost, but like, a magical one, so she could prepare even more breakfast stuff. She really, really needed to have a chatter with her original about this when she got back. She didn't want to get reabsorbed.

"So, how's your day been?"

On 2022-02-17 at 3:56 AM, Kujamih said:

" Did you remove my shards!?" 

The chances that anomaly removed it would be pretty high, because it would have obstructed her from operating and also would find out that the said shards would be the reason of her pain.

As the bouncing weird balls go the distance, Light could only wonder and fear...

" We're did that go?.... Where are those going!" 

"Well, I didn't remove them per se, it was more like I was pumping you full of life magic, and they popped out like soap underhoof. What are they anyway? Some sorta war injury? They feel odd."

Light could look at the balls bouncing, though if he kept his eyes on the right one, his gaze would invariably land on Shark's eyes, who were so close, she could almost touch his own eyes with her nose. Briefly though, as she were wandering about and smelling him fully, to try and see if she could smell some sort of injury, or other wrongness. She had seen him get hurt real bad twice now after all. She got concerned.

"And where's... Ooooh, the baubles? They're just gonna go bouncing around. They're totally harmless, and not like, slimes or anything. They'll just keep jumping about like this until they hit water, then turn into eels, or something. Sorta depends how many times they bounce, and shake up the genetic bowl that's ruffling in them. Nothing to worry about. Probably. It certainly won't be intentional, that's for sure."

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@Sekel @Widdershins

It hadn't been Stare, that poked her nose. The mare had poked the hybrids side with her muzzle, like a dolphin booping someone. Whatever had hit her nose, were likely a leaf, of a piece of string flowing by. Maybe Benny's tail, as he moved about. It wasn't always he had as good control over it, when he wasn't paying attention.

"I just want you to please stop taunting him. I don't think it will end well, and it won't look good if the authorities had to come in to break up a fight. Also, the store might be damaged, and Pop is a nice mare. She shouldn't have to deal with that."

"I'm with her, all the way. This here's her life work. Besides, no offense to anypony living here, but the local ponies here can be a little narrow-minded with accepting new sights. If peaceful, they're open to trying to accept new things... These days... But if the first of it they see are say, an attack, things get iffy. You're looking like a good kid, Dazzle. I wouldn't want you to be marked like that.

Besides, if you beat up Kaltrops, I think his pride would immolate. He reminds me enough of my brother to get the same vibe, and the time mom showed him his place, he was naaaasty to be around, for months. Not picking sides. Just saying, whoever wins, it'd get ugly. I mean, I lose fights, and even I get a little miffed. It's just a dragon thing, y'know? Worse with fire aligned ones for sure though. What I said earlier about us being really emotional and all that? Combine that with draconic pride, and you got a cocktail of grumpy. It'd be a shame to ruin such a nice day."

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@Sekel

"More weird juice, eh? I mean, I wouldn't mind. Hard to find a good pumpkin drink, y'know? And this here's A grade stuff. Seriously, good work on that, Anomaly."

"Awh, well ain't you a sweet little pony? Here, have one for the road."

She'd snap her tail, and a small barrel, the size of a proper bar mug, would manifest to Happy's side, and get strapped in with vines. Got him off balance for a bit, but he would manage not to stumble. Weren't a proper barrel after all, though it did feel heavier than it looked.

"Mighty kind of ya. Thanks."

As for Lulu, she'd have already taken what she wanted. Which meant some lose scales, feathers and hair from around them, as they walked in, and a few plant samples. It'd probably be nothing, but she knew someone who'd like this, that she owed several favors. Might amuse her to have some draconequui-addled samples.

"I'm quite alright, thank you. Flaxxy? Are you prepared to leave. Fla- Hey! Don't get ideas."

Flaxxy were looking up at Henry, in complete and utter silence, with a thoughtful, yearned look. Up until Lulu came over and shook in her, at which point she'd get out of her trancelike state.

"Hey, I is fine. Just... Look at this. Big. Very. Looks strong."

"Just because he's big and strong, doesn't mean you have to challenge him."

"Yeah, my little brother would kick your rear!"

Lulu would look over towards the cheering little pixie creature.

"Do not encourage her."

"*whimper* ...Okay... Me can go. But will come back other time, and show Flaxxy is strongest in all of special forest."

Sounded like all of them were ready to depart.

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@Sekel

"A bomb? hehehe. Silly sillies. Many bombs hit it. Only the tiny ones though. I have a better place I tested bombs. Big, barren place. No chance of settings things on fire. This is just where I tried the fun things. Like fireworks, and small tinker things."

She'd wriggle slightly as she were being carried down to the ground, from atop Enzo, whom would follow them closely with his eyes. He did not wish to see harm brought to this filly, and he assumed the risk of accidentally dropping her, were not out of the picture. Though he doubted they would intentionally bring her harm. Neither seemed the type, to wish harm upon a young one, such as this.

When they got tot he ground, Blitz would pick up a large stick that was next to the workshop, and use it to poke in under the door. A very faint click was heard, and then she'd put the stick back where she had put it before.

"Have to keep it safe, of nasty things goes looksie around. That's why there's itchy powder at the door."

With the trap now diffused, she'd open the door, and show a... well, a sort of orderly mess, one could say. A fair bit of boxes stashed against the wall of the one room, small workshop. Some barrels too, but most of them empty. Same with the crates, or holes where crates had been meant to stay. Seemed like some things had been moved already.

"This is where I worked, until big bro found me. We took the bestest things with us, but still some fun things here."

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@Sekel

"Does the train not drive anywhere near that place? I don't understand much of that odd thing, but it drove in supplies from afar, when we rebuild and strengthened the buildings. I were told there is also passengers, and they get to various towns? Is there not another closer to here?"

There were. A stop mid-route, after Canterlot. Was about a three mile walk from there, down a forest path. As they had carnivals and other events, to keep revenue going, they needed easy access. So they had the small station added, after making a deal with Canterlot, some years back, to allow easy access back and forth. It helped the tourists, and was well worth the negotiation price, in the Thicket's opinion, since they got most of their revenue from tourists.

"Krrhzzx. I know not what a *train* is, but I know your kind. This town fears me. And rightfully so. They will not let me near whatever that *train* is. But I can follow it. Nothing escapes me."

"Not unless you die, anyway. As for supplies, I still advise it, even if there is a train. If not, we'll need more .I'd rather have it and not need it, then need it, and not have it.

I'm used to live off of small rations. What about you, your majesty? And don't think about the bug. You don't want to know what they eat, but she's sated."

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@EQ_Theta

On 2022-02-17 at 2:56 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“There’s no need to rush, Omen. We’ll go along at your pace, and when you want to continue talking about this, we’ll be ready. Though I think we may be getting a little mixed up here because I was just with Rosa. Sen is the one you should be thanking.”

“You’re welcome, and don’t hesitate to ask some more when you’re ready. We’re here to help.”

"Many things to think about. Did not notice. the names were wrong. Will ask more another day, yes?"

She apparently needed to think more than she thought, if she messed up their names now. Not that in general, genders were easy to tell sometimes. Sometimes, they just all looked the same to her. Sen and Lin though, did not. Not in the slightest, so that were no excuse. Even if she weren't looking for one either. She had probably just gotten confused by all the talk of these strange, odd things, called toilets. Hopefully she could yet learn more of them.

Judging by how strange their faces started to look after she spoke though, she wasn't sure when that would be. She did not understand what it were she were looking at, but their faces looked different, from other times she remembered. It kept her focus, as well as her silence, as she silently waited for something to happen. An explanation of the faces perhaps? Some words as to why they had all suddenly gone silent too? She did not know, but she would wait and see.

All the while, Shrimp would slither down from Omen's mane, and down into the sink nearby. Were there not a cover on the drain, there were a fair chance, he could've ended up slithering down there, curious as to where that would lead, and get into a panic somewhere in the pipes. Thankfully, that was not the case now, and instead he'd sniff around the odd bowl. He faintly smelled water, which made him smack his jaws, indicating he were thirsty. Yet try as he might, he couldn't see where the water were.

He tried to boop his head on the strange, metallic tube above, to see if that did something. It did not. It felt cold, and unlikely to budge. Very dry too. Not what he needed. Although the tip had a hole in it, where he could smell water from. But it were trapped in there. Maybe he had to lure it out?

He'd also try clawing at the cover, but got nowhere with that, as it were stuck well for something his size, so he'd give up there.

Now, if no one helped him, he'd eventually get to the handle, and bite down into the thin metallic outside of it. It were a somewhat stylized one, with holes that left the outer half of the handle, as just some thing, yet durable, metal pipes in an upside down U form.

This he had luck with, as it moved a little, as he tried getting it from side to side. Yet still, no water. Trying to pull down got him nowhere, so he'd try and push up. Far it did not get, but it did cause a slight drip of water, as a few, scarce drops would start to fall out. Some he'd lick off of the surface, but it wasn't enough. it was too little, too infrequent. He needed more.

Looking up at the handle again, you could almost see the gears turn in his head for a moment, before he slithered closer. He'd slither up, and get under the handle. There, he'd curl up, and then with all his limited strength, would push up, like a spring.

You could see him strain, but his efforts bore fruit. The handle went further up, and now, the water flowed freely. Something that made him give off a surprised, pleased gasp, then quickly slither down, where he'd emerge his face into the stream of water, and just drink away, without a care in the world. He didn't know when it might stop again, so he had to try and drink fast. Though after he had drunk, he'd then start to wriggle around under the stream, to get himself clean.

If another helped him instead, he'd let out some happy chirps, but proceed the same way.

On 2022-02-17 at 2:56 PM, EQ_Theta said:

“Uh… Omen? When someone says they are going to the toilet, they usually want some time alone to, eh… relieve themselves. Discord didn’t tell you about this?”

“Rosa?” Lin whispered, only keeping herself audible within earshot of the thestral. “I know you’ve got a right to privacy, but I’m thinking we should also try to let Omen down gently after we try explaining this to her.”

"No, no, no, and no. I'm willing to go over much, but the intricacies of my bowel movements, are a line I am drawing in the sand."

"There is no sand here."

"A figure of speech. I will help you understand, but I am not doing this via examples. I'm going to the library when there's time, and finding the book "Everybody Poops." for you. It will explain the basics of it. Though truly, you should know. You would think Discord would help you understand this."

"Master Discord, said that he needed to relieve himself sometimes. Said he needed a toilet. But he told me not to ask, or follow him. He said he wanted to be alone with it. Just like Sen just said."

"And you never... I mean, what happens if you eat something? Surely you have to get rid of something left over, after you finish digesting things?"

"Then they are gone. What should go away?"

Omen had a well functional body in that regards. What little she couldn't digest, that then got made into pure energy for her, were regurgitated, as if she were a snake. The need for a toilet, were not one she ever had, because of the way she were designed.

"I... Could we please change the subject? Anything? Please?"

[Evil Pink One 13,506]

On 2022-02-17 at 10:56 AM, Kujamih said:

Before letting go from the hug, Cali would kiss her mom at the cheeks and embed a small shard

@Blitz Boom @Starforce

(Look closely at what I quoted there's something white hidden in it... It's also on the original that you missed muhahahaha!)

Cali's plan worked perfectly, without even the Draconicous noticing what she did. Now she was able to put the Draconicous into an illusion where she can manipulate it at her will. She also analyzed the Draconicous magic and now able to detect her like how she could detect light.... And she senses another draconicous from afar with the same signature as this draconicous.

" I guess I know where I can locate the original now....and what's this?...."

Cali gave out a grimm smile.

"I finally found you Light..." 

" Hey mom? I'm having a nice day... I have this friend, I really wanna meat and introduce you too... His name is Light. Let's go meet him shall we?

 

Mean while at Light's side...

As Light stared at Shark, for some reason time stands still, and he could not cut his gaze off of her.

But his heart would pang pain and he would quickly try to cut his gaze off her.

" This is no time for love..." He grumble painfully.

He quickly grabs anomaly's attention and said. " ANOMALY! Where are my shards!? Without them I'd just be an ordinary earth pony! I won't be able to accomplish my responsibilities! How will I be able to make contact when the others..." He then paused and had a realization.

" I'm just an ordinary pony now..." He'd drop from his rump and gaze at his hoof.

His eyes starts to get teary.

" But... My responsibilities..." Lights mind right now is filled with doubt and confusion.

Light looks at Anomaly like a lost child. Looking at her.

"Heh?" 

[EQ_Theta 457]

@Blitz Boom

On 2022-02-19 at 7:46 AM, Blitz Boom said:

"A figure of speech. I will help you understand, but I am not doing this via examples. I'm going to the library when there's time, and finding the book "Everybody Poops." for you. It will explain the basics of it. Though truly, you should know. You would think Discord would help you understand this."

"Master Discord, said that he needed to relieve himself sometimes. Said he needed a toilet. But he told me not to ask, or follow him. He said he wanted to be alone with it. Just like Sen just said."

The siblings held back from interrupting, though they certainly were amused by Rosa’s and Omen’s exchange. It was probably the last thing that could have reasonably happened, but they’ve got themselves in to an awkward spot. In honesty, this conversation would sound more normal if it were a parent imparting some knowledge to a child. However, the siblings weren’t parents, and it’ll probably sound worse if they tried explaining it.

“Omen? Maybe its best if we could hold off on talking about this until we get a better source of information for this subject. That book Rosa suggested might explain it better than us.”

“Though you have to admit, that is a pretty nice name for a book. Maybe I want to check that out as well and see what’s in it. You know… out of curiosity.”

Lin knew a little bit about the topic, but she was just interested in seeing how others would explain this topic. The title suggested it was going to be for elementary readers, but she’d probably need to step in and help Omen in case she runs into something challenging in the book. With everyone else busy with the conversation, they didn’t notice Shrimp slinking off to the sink and fiddling with the faucet until the water started running. The sound of rushing water was just what was needed to get everyone to see what was going on and fortunately, enough to get them to change the conversation. Looks like Rosa’s request was granted

“Well, well… looks like our little friend here’s figuring things out on his own and got the water running. Nice work, Shrimp. Enjoying your little bath?”

Sen approached the sink to watch the little refraction clean himself, though he’d reach in and start assisting the creature. If Shrimp didn’t like Sen’s meddling, he’d understand and pull his claws back until bath time was done, and he’d turn off the water afterward.