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Protecting one's things was illegal? the system was even more stupid than Ruby had thought...not that it mattered to her if it was legal or not, it was what she used to protect her treasure, and that wasn't going to change. "Protecting illegal money with illegal means, it's only fitting.".  When it came to the declaration to leave, to her usual manner she just nodded as response.

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"Evergrown, Kirin and a sphinx." Nada repeated "Others I think I have at least heard of, but I can't be sure, since my memory isn't really serving me the best." "I may have even read something about sphinxes at some point, but I'm not sure." "And you told about Discord when we first met." "And changelings are just weird ponies with shape-shifting abilities." she scratched her head with her hoof and let out a sigh "There will be lot of reading if I ever want to catch up with everything."

 

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@Blitz Boom

"One day, perhaps," the detective replied simply.  The future was always difficult to predict to any sort of reliable degree, but Harrowmark should have enough going for them right now to take a few steps in the right direction.  Maybe not Equestria at first with how far away it was, but foal steps with their neighbors would be a good start.  Right now though, Rising Dusk himself was already wanting for home.  All the memories he made while fighting Twisted in the swamp, all the foul, vile, rotten corrupted magic weaves that plagued the area would be with him forever.  After a time, he could dull the memories to help keep the detective's sanity intact.  A hot bath and visit to his local spa for a massage should just do the trick.  And a vacation, a much needed vacation.

Sadly it looked like Rising Dusk was interrupting the party with his appearance as the focus was all brought onto him.  It wasn't hard to tell by their reactions that any amount of his words would be able to get them refocused on the festivities instead of him.  There looked to be plenty of good food and entertainment for the foals, no need to waste it on the detective from another country.  Reality didn't really work that way though.  The citizens of Harrowmark had just been freed from a tyrant, it was just pony nature to be thankful.  The unicorn giving the villagers a warm smile and a friendly wave.  Being referred to as a great one was a little over the top, but with how old fashioned the rest of the place was, he could accept it.  Luckily his recovery was tired based and not sore based.  So, the patting from the elders and others wasn't too painful, minus his shoulder which only caused a minor wince from the unicorn.  His smile didn't falter though.

Finally he made his way though the cheering party ponies to reach his ghostly companion, who seemed rather neutral about his arrival.  A very stark contrast to how the rest of the village was behaving as a tense silence fell over the celebration.  Reminded of the conversation the pair had about death and probably the general vibe the specter got when trying to talk to the listening unicorn.  Pay back perhaps?  Rising Dusk stood before Thistle and returned her neutral expression, "Yes."  A simple reply.  He was pretty use to dealing with such expressionless conversation via way of Bash, but unlike Thistle, who also spoke mostly in grunts.  Cocking his head slightly to the side as the neutral tension continued to build but the specter finally broke it.  His head still tilted, he smiled back at her before straightening back up.  "It appears my deeds have been mildly exaggerated," the detective expressed, commenting on his treatment and worship thus far since waking.

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@Catpone Cerberus

"Yeah, you're right on that. Would be far easier back in the day, but nooo, some guards just had to get too greedy, and got what they deserved. Sad stuff that the rest of us now have to listen about this sorta stuff being *immoral and vile* because of that. A darn load it is in my mind, but that's the law sometimes. Real dumb."

Spicy ranted as she hooked herself securely to the wagon and started walking. You'd think all the stuff in there would make this impossibly heavy to move around, but that's where it really showed to be a good investment to have several enchantments in the wagon to mitigate that sorta thing.

Cost a lot more than she had been happy about to make sure it were secure and wouldn't just fizzle out or cause the whole darn thing to float,  but she couldn't argue against the results. Especially when carrying heavy stuff around like say, several bags of buts, gold bars, or statues.

"Alright, we got a good walk ahead of us girlie, so let's get cracking.

Feel free to keep that necklace of yours a bit loose too. Less we need to deal with the local wildlife, the better. Unless you want a skin for the cold days? We got a knife that can be used for that sort in there if you fancy a whack at it."

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@Catpone Cerberus

Berry went over and put a hoof as close to Nada's shoulder as she could reach, with a reassuring smile going over her generally, half-crazed expression.

"Hey, chin up Nada. You ain't the only one who doesn't know what's going on with the olden races and us. Been within the last few years that most of these sorta connections have been made by Princess Twilight, and they always keep striking from out of nowhere to folks, and most still haven't gotten used to things.

Dragons and changelings especially are a weird couple of allies that there's still hostility towards, even if the law keeps them safe. Trust me, getting used to these sorta things takes time for all of us.

I for one believe that knowing goes a whole lot of way in that, so later on, I can go find some books for you that talks about these sorta creatures. Might help getting you sorted on what to think, and what you're dealing with?"

The mare let go of the siren and would wander in front of Nada, walking backwards so that she could both see and hear what her new friend here had of plans about this approach. If this didn't tickle her fancy, Berry were gonna think of something else, as she wanted to help Nada get caught up on things, and settle more comfortably into society.

Of course, she'd also educate the siren in how to avoid getting caught up by The Conspiracy, but that were a given. Couldn't have her new friend end up on some table with tracking devices drilled into her teeth now, could she?

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@Rising Dusk

"𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣. 𝔻𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?"

Thistle gave the stallion a questioning look, somewhat surprised that he were questioning all of this. Perhaps it were mere modesty? An admirable trait for many, but this were his entry into their history books. The stallion who turned the darkness back. Praise for his actions leading to this moment were something that should be praised, and Thistle had openly encouraged it to the already excited townsfolk, as well as made sure to have it be added to the message that several carrier ravens were already out delivering, about the fall of Twisted.

Were rising to ever take a tour throughout the country at some later point in time, she had no doubts that he would find statues in a not so infrequent manner, risen here and there to mark the people's adoration of his actions. A little much to him maybe, but if he knew what it had meant to live under Twisted's rule for the past six centuries, whilst also seeing the light of their country more or less ebb out, he might understand the call for celebration. These were details that she would share with him once they had a more private setting to talk in, along with some other, lesser good information, which she did not want anyone else to hear.

"𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣.  𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕? 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕."

Rising would find it easy to get to anything he'd want, as the crowd would spread like a school of salmon being approached by a shark if he seemed to be looking for anything.

The mentioned brew would be a pear-like, alcoholic beverage, but there were also water, and some kinds of sweet juices based off watermelons and pumpkins. Not an easy task to grow many off around here, but what they had were certainly worth opening up and squeezing the juices out of in their eyes.

It also had the same sugary substance to it as Rising had already consumed, to even the taste some, and he would likely still prefer not to be told what it were made from.

As for food, he could find basically everything. Stews, bowls of hay mixed with hot spices, candy of assorted kinds like berry-coated wickerflies, pears in varied dishes, as well as raw in bowls, and even a few apples here and there, though of a sour variant, rather than the red, sweet ones that many preferred.

Apples were not easy to grow around here either, so what little they had of them came from another, somewhat nearby town, and the only ones they could really grow were the sour ones. One of the reasons why the juicy, sweet pears that they were able to grow in abundance were the main fruit in this, and several other towns *near* them.

Before he would be able to get far though - if he even felt like looking at some of the food or drinks - the mayor would approach him, wearing his finest and taking Rising's hoof with both of his front ones, to give him a short, enthusiastic hoofshake. The stallion would have more muscle to him than it looked like from the strength in said shake, but hopefully it wouldn't be a bother, as the mayor intentionally went for the hoof that were not connected to Rising's bad shoulder, as he had seen the wincing before.

"It is a grand time to see you out and about already, Mr. Dusk. The high priestess were not certain how long it would take for your illness to settle, and our medic thought it may take you days to gain the strength to walk. Please tell me, are you feeling well? Have Will-O taken care of you properly?"

Speaking if the mare in question, Rising would find that she would get a visitor. A raven flapping down not a few seconds after the mayor had spoken, and landing on her back.

It were seemingly male, and a big one of it's kind to boot. Around twice the size they'd be seen in Equestria, with somewhat muddy dark feathers, compared to the more shiny onyx feathers of the regular kind, which were not hard to see as he stood there with his claws sunk into the non-flinching Wisp, and poked at the back of her head with his dark beak.

He's continue this until she rose a leg up and took the faded yellow parchment wrapped around his leg, which she then gave to the mayor, who'd pocket it for now. In turn, he'd fumble through a pocket quickly and withdraw a piece of dried meat from some sort of animal, which he would ensure the raven focused on with his small, milky eyes, before throwing it over for the bird to grab and feast on.

One of the local messenger ravens it seemed. A useful creature to send messages like this. Not unlike how some used pigeons in Equestria here and there where the normal postal service didn't reach.

Well, except for the fact that the pigeons tended to be alive whilst doing that.

This creature however, would be Rising's likely first encounter with a friendly, risen animal here in Harrowmark. He were in remarkable condition, but the dark magic that animated it would be obvious to him, and if not, the milky eyes and the couple of holes giving way to show off dead skin and a few bones, mostly hidden beneath his right wing and left thigh, should have been a dead giveaway.

It wouldn't be any sort of contagious dark magic though, and it wouldn't hold the same sick, corruption quality to it as he would have been somewhat used to from other sources in this country. There wouldn't be any sign of a specific caster doing anything to reanimated him either. However it worked, it seemed to be one of the naturally occurring reanimations that had been mentioned by Thistle briefly at an earlier point, when discussing how death worked in Harrowmark.

This were a pretty useful iteration though. Normal birds would tire easily over the long distances that some villages were from one another in Harrowmark. Undead carriers such as this however, didn't have that sort of disadvantage,  and if trained right would make for excellent ways to deliver messages, long as you remembered to give them their reward for their services, lest they snatched the messages back and refused to hand it over before they got something. A minor downside, but who didn't want to be paid for their work, right?

He also seemed to be on friendly terms with Wisp, or perhaps even belonging to her, as she rose a hoof again to stroke his feathers, and he responded with a pleased, hallow caw.

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@Moonlit

"Yeppers. It's like medical handbooks. Always good to make sure you got everything fresh in your head space."

It sounded like they still had a lot of way to go now before they got on, and whilst Ziggy could surely entertain herself with the view and wind blowing through her mane, Serenade were right. They could do with a little nap so they were full of energy once they got there.

So Ziggy would curl up in a corner, using her large wings as a combined pillow and blanket, and after a bit snoozed off without a sound. The medication had made her pretty drowsy, so it weren't much of an issue to get to sleep honestly.

In case they didn't get disturbed during said sleep, Serenade would be up before Ziggy, who were now laying flat on her back on the floor, hooves spread unevenly out, and with her wings folded over her stomach. Beneath said wings, a curled up Fah'lina would be sleeping peacefully on the zegasus's stomach.

It weren't the first time the mimic had rearranged Ziggy's sleeping position a bit to make her into a sort of impromptu bed, though it were the first time she had slept like this. It were just that with all the rumblings from the train, she had wanted something more soothing in her ears. In this case, the calm heartbeat and slowly moving chest of Ziggy, sleeping away, having noticed nothing of the mimic sleeping like a cat on her stomach. Nothing unusual in her not noticing though. Ziggy generally slept like a stone, so it were easy to mess with her whilst she were sleeping.

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@EQ_Theta

"Equestria are big on reform measures these days, so they try to avoid anypony simply wasting away in a cell dear. Of course, I can imagine there would be some prison in mind here, as they would have to figure out what to do, and then observe if he showed signs of improvement from the programs before putting him further along, and eventually, release him on parole. I sincerely hope that this will not occur to the dear colt though. Much as he have likely done wrong, I can believe he wishes to make something of his life now, and are trying to make amends. That should be encouraged, instead of just having focus on his past.

As for a psychologist, you can consider it sort of a mind doctor. Their methods vary widely depending on what sort they are, but they are professionals in evaluating the minds of their patients, and either offer their help in case they are suffering from some sort of mental instability like depression or repressed anger, or as they are also sometimes used, to evaluate the state of mind of somepony. For example if they show genuine remorse, or are improving from one meeting to another.

After the... Mine incident, a lot of us survivors needed to go visit one as well. Poor Clayton were there for years on end before he were able to functional normally in society again. None of us dealt well with the incident of course, but he needed the most help for not being a complete wreck. He didn't have anything to use as a coping mechanism like I did with obsession over my work, but with a lot of professional help and time, he have done much, much better.

If you ever feel lost, or broken in a way that you don't even know how to begin to describe, you should consider going to one and open your heart to them yourself dear. You would be amazed how much it helps to share and have somepony listen that won't judge you, but just try to get through and help you with whatever burdens your mind."

It really had done wonders for their group, and especially for their former forepony, as he had taken to the moonshine after the event for a while, which had cost him a lot of things in life that he had to earn back painfully slow after he had finally faced what he tried to escape from and got help, but at least he, and the rest of them, were in a better place now. And with their friends being released and returning to the world, there were even a small reason to celebrate, though of course, with all the things that had happened in their absence, there were plenty of hardships ahead for them all too. A sad, inevitable fact at this point, though at least things were in motions regarding them now, and she could relax her worries for a time whilst everything got sorted.

Seeing as the tea had gone cold under their talk, Amethyst did not resume drinking hers, and would understand if Lin would do the same, and prefer to fill a new cup. The hot water and the tea were still on the table, so it were not as if Lin couldn't simply pour a new cup to herself if she so wished, and perhaps try another blend if that tickled her fancy.

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@Lucid_Nightlight

"I can tell you that the odds are in favor of this one eating rocks in the future. As for you, I see much. Nearly endless options in the long, twisted life ahead of you. Few are those who ends happily, and rare are the chance of you meeting your end from simple old age. But still, the odds are no guarantee. Remain with this mate of yours, and harvest the bounty for picking one whom can bring you to salvation. Though keep my warning in mind. It may yet save what you will have build, are you to remain, rather than leave."

"He's like this all the time. Vague as all hay."

"Choices changes, and the future does too. If I say too much, he will try and change something before that, and wander towards another catastrophe which nopony will have time to prepare for. Such is the burden of see the unwritten, and knowing that all must be balanced."

"Yeah yeah Mr. Weirdo, hehe. Anyway, I dunno where the chocolate fountain is going. I sorta figured Novia would just snap one up and place it riiight smack down the middle of the isle or something, so that we'd have to move it or go through it. I'm voting for through. Delicious wedding chocolate.

I wonder where the other guests are though. Hey, author person, you've seen them?"

No, but I know that they're spread all around the isle. You should hear a scream soon enough.

Which came a few seconds after that, and it seemed nearby.

"Guess we gotta go save the guests before they gets eaten."

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@Blitz Boom Serenade lets them sleep, Ziggy needs it, and the Siren would like to keep herself intact cause waking the Mimic from such a sound slumber would result in bites and scratches. Eventually once the train neared the station she would gently nudge Fah'lina awake. "We are almost there." She'd then turn her attention to Ziggy, and would nuzzle the sleeping zegasus's. "Wakey Wakey."

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"I have no idea what you just said, Zhu."

"Does he take meds? I think Zhu needs to take meds. I diagnose Zhu with crazy!"

"Oh! Diagnose me too!"

Novia would think for a moment about what to do diagnose Lumen with.

"I diagnose you with being a pony."

Lucid was ready to go help the ponies that would probably get eaten by dangerous creatures if nothing was done soon.

"What exactly should we watch out for?"

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“That’s a good sentiment. Just having someone willing to listen does wonders even if it doesn’t look like much. The rescued miners are going to have it rough given how much has changed since they were kept in that mine for many years. They’ll be opening old wounds again and maybe making new ones in the process. I hope they’re getting the help they need.”

Lin reached over to pour herself another cup and took two leaves, brewing herself the same tea. It was honestly one of the best she’s had in years and she never really got around to making herself some when she returned home. She wouldn’t have the means to trade for them back home. That was enough of a reminder to get busy when they get home but between herself and Sen, she wouldn’t know how to start. Honestly, the whole situation the miners are in mirrors the one the siblings are in and unlike Equestria proper where they have more means to get back on their feet, the two didn’t have that luxury. Sen will likely need to pick up a new skill or go back to being a hunter, if anyone is willing to let him in to begin with. 

Sen, however, seemed to have taken Amethyst’s word and carefully considered it. He still has his worries about coming to terms with losing father and mother, though he seems to be improving. There hasn’t been a conversation about them lately but he would take the mare’s suggestion if it was necessary. For now, he seems to be doing well enough by keeping occupied. 

“Hey, Amethyst, you wouldn’t happen to know where we could find inexpensive books would you? Maybe those that teach reading and spelling?”

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@Catpone Cerberus

 Flopping his long body over, lengthwise, onto the grass to face up, Widdershins loudly expresses himself.

A Cat, a Pone AND an Urge?!!? Such wonderful, composite creatures that roam this wide, wooly world of Ech-Quest-ria!

Gesturing with his ears like one would with their arms while talking, the draconequus wriggles his long ears up in the air as he continues rambling.

Such a creative diversity of characters as comparable to the many worlds I say I don't remember traveling through! Why, its almost as if this world was created by some host of writers making some sort of show directed at children or the like!

Nay, when a Dragonequus composites themselves, its only symbolic! Never would have I guessed I'd come across a CatHorse!

  ...Not that I'm "Critiquing" or anything, of course.

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@Dji

 Snaking his head back up off of the mare, the young drake puffs his checks and grumbles a reply.

 "Well, if you can't fly then..." he pauses, reluctantly contemplating his next course of action.

  "... you want me to take you somewhere other than this rooftop? Provided you can think of a way to ask me to carry you. Rather than just assaulting me.

… as seems to be your first impulse."

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@Widdershins

DAWN STREAK

"Hey! Assault is the most direct force!" Dawn protested and managed to wriggle out from under the drake and stood up, fluffing her feathers and dusting herself off. She looked off to the side for a moment and down at the ground from the roof before taking a deep breath and sighing. "Fine ... can you ... please ... take me to my home?"

@Blitz Boom

AURORA LIGHTS

"Happy hour is a thing that bars do," Aurora grumbled as she attempted to get herself back to some semblance of normal and began following the weird being at a sedate pace once they got moving again. "I am not adorable. I am fluffy ... when I puff up after washing."

@Blitz Boom

TWILIGHT SPARKLE

"That would be very helpful, Last. Thank you," Twilight told the mare, having dialed back down a tad from her excitement to just plain old enthusiasm. "Now, for the ingredients! I need ... let's see," she devolved into mumbles as she tried to figure out if she's heard of the ingredients before or not.

@Blitz Boom

KARMIC FATE

"Oh, then no, that isn't me," Karmic admitted and looked down at the island as they passed it. She didn't know why she was drawn to it. Maybe it was because of what had happened to Enzo? Maybe it was because it was so desolate and isolated? She couldn't tell but by the time she had realised she was still on Enzo's back, the island was far in the distance. "What kind of temple was it, Enzo?"

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@Dji

  "Fine"

 Kaltrop begins as he flexes his wings out with an audible sound into the position dragons tend to use when they think they're being subtle about showing off.

 "If you would kindly be specific about where home is."

Then drooping his wings after a pause, as he blushes a bit to add one one last addendum.

 "...and... uh, if you can figure out a way to, uh, get on me that isn't awkward...I don't exactly do this for just anypo-... anyone."

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@Blitz Boom
To her usual manner, Ruby just nodded to Spicy's short rant. She wanted to say something when Spicy called her girlie, but held it back knowing it again would only cause problems. Spicy's choice of word both annoyed and slightly amused Ruby, annoyed because it was a way for Spicy to try to make herself above Ruby, not that she could tell if it was her intent, and amused because...well, she was quite a lot older than Spicy. "I don't really care for skins, they are messy and need too much work to make to last."

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"I know you're trying to make me feel better about it, but remember that I have millennia long cap in my knowledge about..everything really. I'm sure it takes ponies a while to get used to things too, but I really doubt any pony is even close to how much behind I am." Nada said with rather matter-of-fact-ly tone "And really, how much someone else has to read doesn't really make the amount of information for me any smaller." "But I would appreciate a lot if you got me books, even about things besides the creatures, really anything that has happened between the banishment and now would be appreciated." 

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@Widdershins
"That's a oddly long and complicated way to say 'you're are an unusual sight'." Cerberus commented surprisingly unfazed by the weirdness in front of him, though he still seemed very curious, looking at Widdershins all over "Can I ask you something?" he didn't wait for permission "Where do Dragonequus come from?" the cats had started coming back now that there didn't seem to be serious danger, though they still stayed some distance away just in case, meaning that soon enough there would be an army of cats some distance behind Cerberus just standing there staring at Widdershins.

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@Dji

"Y'know, I weren't always called that? After I got sucked into this world and got myself converted, I had to pick one that sounded more like what you creatures would run with, if I were to be any good at the whole scouting game. Back then, I were a wine maker called Harry, so I figured Happy Hour were sounding about right. Doubly so since I could keep up my booze business here, though frankly, I love it far more here. All that magic you creatures take for granted? None of that where I were from, so there were no magic box I could use for aging the wine right. Nope, there I had to store this stuff for ages before I could even attempt to sell it.

Honestly, I don't miss it. This place is so nice and clean, and the magic? Boy howdy, let me tell ya, I love it. Same with the wings. There's just something special about soaring through the skies all by yourself, ya know? Far better than the corrupt, polluted shell I started on."

Whilst speaking, Happy and her had gotten a fine enough pace going again, all things considered, and it seemed like this time, they might be getting some peace. Wouldn't be long before they exited the forest now, so here were hoping that it held, and that they wouldn't get assaulted by an Ursa or something. Though granted, Happy would like having one of their hides as a coat. They were darn pretty.

3 hours ago, Dji said:

"I am not adorable. I am fluffy ... when I puff up after washing."

"Awh, ain't used to that sorta talk, eh? You're gonna need to get a bit used to that sorta thing girlie, cause honestly, I'm a bit on the cheeky side sometimes. Started being just an act, but it really just feels right after doing it some years.

Now, you talking 'bout being all fluffy after a bath? Are we talking *massive floof moment* or more of an *angry baby owl* sort of thing?"

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@Dji

Last silently saluted the princess in response, as Twilight agreed on the protective duty. It weren't much, but this did show that the princess were willing to think of others helping her with her safety. Perhaps talking her into getting a proper guard force of her own would not be as difficult as Last had at first thought it could be? They'd see soon enough, after they had finished their task. Depending on what happened, she might end up being more cooperative about it, or feeling too secure, if nothing were to go wrong. They'd see.

Meanwhile, Cherish floated over near the princess to try and get what she were speaking off that they needed. The princess were mumbling a whole lot though, so she couldn't understand it. Well, she'd tell them where to go and what to pick up eventually, surely, so she'd wait a bit and see if the princess spilled the beans here, or if they would have to follow her blindly. Something which Last seemed to have no problems with, but Cherish were less inclined, as she did prefer to know what they might be doing, in case it were dangerous or something.

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@Dji

"One made to protect the Element of Hatred. Traps and dragons lining the halls, all aiming to keep this gem from entering the world, like other of their allies did.

That is the lie they would sell, were they still here to speak it."

Enzo's voice got sour, and beneath him, his claws extended from his paws, as the familiar memories of the scaled beings who had held him there came to mind, and the want to tear them apart grew.

"They would never talk of the things they did for i, like kidnapping a sphinx kitten, barely old enough to traverse away from his own lands, and chaining him within the center. That were my reality, as I woke to find the element bound to me in a magical necklace, and no way to leave. Threats, begging, it made no difference to them, whilst they treated me as little more than a mere animal. No, less than that, a Thing!"

Below them, the waves crashed around as his wind magic reacted to his anger, though they were too far above the waves for them to have a chance of hitting them, no matter how chaotic it may look.

"There were others too. Creatures captured, and tormented for whatever twisted reason they excused themselves with. All the while, keeping me there for decades on end, until one day, they were simply gone. Dragons, servants, forced slave laborers, all of them, packed up and vanished during the night. But I were still stuck there, unable to leave the main chamber, and just having to sit in silence, and wait for them to return, so that they could at least provide the only decency they ever had, in keeping me fed.

Have you ever felt the loneliness gnaw at your bones? Felt isolation drive you to dark places, as you have nothing but your own thoughts tormenting you? If ever you felt this, then try to imagine it happening for two hundred years. That were the fate they left me to, along with a hunger that were never sated. Whatever critters and bugs I managed to lure to me, were neither tasty nor enough to sate me, and though I had a wellspring in my room to ensure there were water, it cannot sate hunger.

Tell me, can any being blame me that I cared little for the motives of those who made it past the traps, and finally answered the riddles to take that accursed thing from me? Be they evil or not, they ended my torment, and had they not too left me behind, once the battle commenced in Canterlot, you wouldn't have found me surrendering to the guards, nor seeking shelter with your kind. I would have been out there, likely causing havoc upon the dragons, to gain vengeance for the years they stole from me."

Things calmed down beneath them again as the island they had to go to came into view. This were a story that Enzo had told himself many times during the years, as he frankly had little else to do in the two centuries he had been trapped, mostly all alone in that accursed temple. Speaking it now to someone else though, were a different and emotional situation, Thankfully not one that had resulted in any creature getting hurt though.

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@Moonlit

The shaking made the mimic bash against the hoof weakly with her small arms, without claws. She'd get up fine, but she didn't like being rushed to wake up. Rather, she preferred to take her time, and were it not because she knew who the voice telling her to wake up belonged to, she may well have responded with showing a lot of whatever limb were poking her straight into her toothy maw. Something which could still happen if she kept getting poked at during her upstart. Something which Ziggy had learned the hard way a few weeks ago, and dutifully never done again.

Serenade were thankfully smart enough to not do that, and instead as she had just poked to Fah'lina lightly and shortly, whilst speaking in a way that didn't make it sound like the mimic were getting rushed or hurried. This caused the small thing to get the time to brush the wings she'd used to cover herself away from her face, and rise up with a small, chittering yawn.

Ziggy wouldn't wake up that easily however, as she were having herself a pretty good nap and weren't as easy to get going as the mimic were. As such, after Fah'lina were done stretching her small, bushy limbs and shake to get the last out of her system, she'd crawl into action.

Getting up to the mare's head, she'd take a deep breath, and then exhale straight into Ziggy's nose.

The zegasus would wrinkle her muzzle as the mixed smell of fish, candy, and whatever else the creature had feasted upon roamed through her head, and eventually, her hooves would go up and cover her nostrils to stop more of this from entering.

"Eeew, stinky. Somepony needs a breath mint."

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the mimic, who did her best to look sarcastically innocent. Complete with paws gathered in front of her, big eyes looking towards an imaginary halo, and a cute little smile. For a creature that couldn't speak and whose writing were still pretty bad, she had a way of getting her point across, as she did now too when Ziggy pointed at her with one hoof still covering her nose.

"I'm not falling for that, smelly mouth. There were fishies in that."

The mimic would then jerk her head a few times towards Serenade whilst still looking up and facing Ziggy, indicating it weren't her, but the siren, before just starting to laugh, pull her tongue on Ziggy, and flap over to land on Serenade's head, which gave Ziggy the chance to get herself up from the floor and with a small yawn, get ready to face the day again. Though she did could really use to get outside so there were room for her to stretch her wings without hitting something. Since she had been woken up, and Serenade seemed like she were standing ready, she guessed this meant they were about to get off the train?

"Good morning. Or evening? I dunno. Hello then, hehe."

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@Catpone Cerberus

"I dunno, I like a good fur coat during winter, even if some animal huggers likes to complain about it."

One of the reasons she never got within fifty miles of Ponyville during the cold seasons. She knew well about that weirdo with all the animal, and she didn't want any grief considering she were well beloved and as a friend of the princess, also well connected. Best way to deal with this situation were to do nothing, and just go elsewhere, like Baltimare. That place always managed to have some fun things to do during winter.

Word or something must have spread as they wandered on, since no creature seemed to want to pop out and play with them, so the trip were rather uneventful. Boring even to Spicy, as Ruby weren't really one she knew what to talk about to that wouldn't just be shot down, as the mare seemed to really not be big on the whole *talk to pass the time* thing.

Whilst she thought on that, Ruby might find something else to focus on that weren't visible to somepony regular like Spicy, about an hour away from Canterlot: Several instances of gold, stashed somewhere near them that didn't have an obvious entrance. Another buried ruin perhaps? Caved in hideout? Magically infused invisibility barrier? Whatever it were, it'd be one that potentially hadn't gotten robbed in advance. Perhaps this day could end up getting better?

(Letting you decide where exactly it will be, and how they get there)

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@Catpone Cerberus

"Heh, I don't even have to go to the library for that. I have a lot of history books at home. I read 'em through to find out where The Conspiracy had things changed to cover up their nefarious deeds."

She might be smiling whilst saying this, and in a jovial tone no less, but Berry would be dead serious about why she had the history books. It wouldn't do her much good since she didn't have any definitive proof of one of those cover-up's yet, but sooner or later she'd find something that matched with the inconsistencies, and them Boom! She'd blow this thing right open, and expose what were going on.

Anyway, she had written most of the stuff down that seemed to really get to her, so she wouldn't have an issue letting Nada have them to read and learn. Long as she ignored the notes from the mare here and there, it were likely to be rather enlightening to her about what had happened in the past millennia or so.

"And you know, there I've seen one pony that were more behind than you. Get this: Three thousand years behind. Yep, got herself all crystallized back when Discord ruled, and didn't get free'd until around three months ago. I ran into her in Ponyville when she were looking for some sorta swordspony that needed to get a message. She figured since a lot came into Sloppy Joe's, we might've seen him.

I'd argue she might've been crazy, but she did make a pretty strong case for herself, with a lot of compelling details to back it up."

Whilst most figured that inns or taverns were the hot spot for seeing and hearing weird stuff all the time, coffee shops like where Berry worked were pretty talkative too, and she both heard of and met a lot of creatures there, as the primary barista. Some of the stories she could tell would potentially blow the mind of the siren, or make her think that everypony in town were utter lunatics. Perhaps both.

"Heh, anyway, I know it's gonna be a darn slump to go through to get fully accepted and all Nada, but chin up and trust me, they'll warm up to you in time. And before they do, you'll always have me, Serenade, Cherish, and the princesses to back you up and support you. You won't be standing alone in all of this."

Figuring this were the right time, Berry would step over and give Nada a big ol' hug, with her smiling face hugging against the scaled belly of the siren. This here were her friend, and both Berry and all the others that had gotten to know her and supported her thus far, were gonna stick with her, and make sure that she'd be safe and cared for. The changeling might even too, though boy howdy were there a lot of history to prove otherwise.

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@EQ_Theta

On 6/14/2019 at 9:48 AM, EQ_Theta said:

“That’s a good sentiment. Just having someone willing to listen does wonders even if it doesn’t look like much. The rescued miners are going to have it rough given how much has changed since they were kept in that mine for many years. They’ll be opening old wounds again and maybe making new ones in the process. I hope they’re getting the help they need.”

"I can assure you that both Clayton and myself are sparring no expense to make sure that our old friends gets all the support they can, in whatever way it is needed, yet we both know that it will only become worse for some of them after they learn of what happened with their families and loved ones. it is not easy to see how ten years have passed with you out of the picture, as sometimes the answer can be quite... Troubling."

Following Lin's example, Amethyst would also pour herself a new cup of tea. This time, taking from the Harromark leaves to make a blend that smelled like a mixture of blackberries and tree sap. Not the most delightful combination, she knew, but it were palatable, and the taste were delightfully earthy and rich, so it made up for the downside in her mind.

She wouldn't bore these two with the details unless they asked for them, but it really had been an unsettling task of helping them, whilst knowing some of the stories to at least a few of their questions about family and friends, yet knowing that it would be a cruel thing to do to give them clear answers at the time. Soon enough they would have to face things, yet for now, they had managed to convince them all to undergo treatment in a closed, private facility that certainly were expensive, yet well worth the bits since the staff were very kind and attentive, as well as trained in everything they needed in dealing with others. Some had chosen to stay there on the grounds, unsure of what to do, whilst others had managed to get apartments, or being gathered in small houses nearby the place, rented by Clayton. He really did carry the majority of the financial burden here, but he had insisted on not troubling her too much with that sort, and said that since she mostly dealt with the ponies in question as she were a far better being at caring for and comfort others, the least he could do were to make sure that the majority of the financial aspects were taken care off.

On 6/14/2019 at 9:48 AM, EQ_Theta said:

“Hey, Amethyst, you wouldn’t happen to know where we could find inexpensive books would you? Maybe those that teach reading and spelling?”

"Personally I would suggest simply using the library if it were about teaching Omen, though I assume it is because you don't want Shrimp to accidentally damage borrowed property, and you wish to be ready?

Well, fresh books can be somewhat costly, even if they are mainly meant to foals... But slightly used would not be an issue, would it? If so, one can often find plenty of used books of varied kinds at thrift stores. In fact, there is a rather delightful one down Peppermint Street, about two and a half mile to the north of my shop, that tends to have many school related things for sale that primarily targets students, which means that their prices tends to be fair on most things. Places like that may hold an inexpensive way to get good to passable copies of literature?"

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@Lucid_Nightlight

"Believe what you will. I see what is to come, and I pray that for your country's sake, you will remember to heed my words when your turning point happens."

Zhu cared little if this one believed him. Few did, yet for this one, he could not nudge things to make sure that what he saw did not come to pass, except by giving a hint that the stallion might remember in the moment, and adhere to. If not, then there would be consequences, or perhaps whomever made sure to keep the balance in his dimension would come to fix this themselves. he saw beings in Lucid's futures that seemed to be there for such reasons, though all seemed to be nearly shrouded, so he could not get a good look at them.

While he got on his paws again, Anomaly would grow a lab coat and glasses, and take part in the doctor stuff.

"We must cure him. We have the technology!

...Right after we get the guests back. The author is just gonna be a big meanie about it if we don't try, and the wedding will be all quiet. Boooring.

So, follow the screams! And you should expect lots of things. Everything on this island can fight for itself somehow. Lots of poisonous stuff, big teeth, tentacles - can't forget the tentacles - memetic powers, etc. If you can imagine a way for it to be dangerous, I might've done it.

I think that first scream came from the grove where the Tentacle Viper Bushfolks grows though. They eat pretty quickly, so we miiight wanna hurry."

(You can make up animal, flora and fauna on the island) "Yeah, what he said."

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@Blitz Boom Serenade suppresses a giggle. "It's Evening, I let the pair of you sleep a bit longer as it seems you both needed it, and yes we're here." Serenade grabs her saddlebags, "Now we can catch a cab or walk/fly to my parents house." Serenade exits the train into Baltimare Central Station. As soon as Serenade steps onto the platform a small russet-colored blur tackles her, sending both it and the Siren into a pyramid of bags, which collapses. A stream of words, too fast for any pony other then Pinkie to understand, comes from the blur. 

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@Blitz Boom

Lucid was on the lookout, while as crazy has may have seemed, he still had value for the lives of others. He did try to read the minds of whoever was around so he could maybe find them. He looked down at Pringle who was at normal size.

"No, the astral thing was a load of baloney. I don't actually do that, it's stupid."

Pringle climbed up on Lucid's head and would look aggressively at a nearby hamster that had ladybug wings.

"What's with that thing?"

"Yeah! What does it do?"

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