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[ReverieRiver 526]

@@Mr. Critical,

 

Galatea tilted her head in confusion when Critical walked off, walking into the... closet? "....?" She stared at the closed door for a few moments, and then suddenly remembered Ariel; the poor young filly had been left alone in that room for some time now. The mare peeked into Ariel's room briefly, seeming a little relieved to find that the young unicorn had fallen asleep and was resting peacefully.

 

With the reassurance that Ariel was safe and sound, Galatea walked to the closet door she had seen Critical walk into, first pressing her ear against it to see if she could pick up any sound from within. She then called out, with a hint of concern to her voice, "Mr. Critical...? Are... Are you alright?"

 

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Nano narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he saw the tied up ponies being brought out. It didn't take much for him to figure that these were likely the true owners of this shop. He quickly returned his gaze to Fuselage; he was still somewhat wary, and felt that he should keep an eye on her in case she had any tricks on her hooves.

 

Nano watched as the stallion retrieved the herbs that the robot and Rocket had come for in the first place - and then snapped his gaze back to Fuselage. He looked back at Rocket, then to the mare once more, back and forth, as he still had an uneasy, uncertain feeling. He tried to disregard it as nothing; the situation was defused before it could escalate, and he and Rocket had the herbs they needed. Nothing else could go wrong... right? he told himself as he returned to watching Fuselage, watching her head towards the exit.

[Mr. Critical 434]

"Not now Galatea. I wish to be alone for now."
Critical walked to his couch in the tardis and began to sulk at his realizations. His future had shown its head once more and he was going to have to deal with it until this situation is done with. He realy wanted to leave this time, but the tardis probably wouldn't let him.

[ReverieRiver 526]

@@Mr. Critical,

 

Galatea stood there for a few moments, considerably confused. She wasn't sure what exactly had brought about this reaction in Critical; she had nothing to go on, no clues to even begin trying to figure it out. All she knew was that he now wanted to be left alone. Letting out a soft sigh of mild exasperation, the mare headed back to Ariel's room, her maternal instincts again reminding her to not leave the filly alone for too long.

 

When she got into the room, she saw that Ariel was still sleeping. Galatea walked to the side of the bed, sitting down. Looking at the filly once more, Galatea smiled a little as she saw that Ariel was cuddled close to the teddy bear Critical had given her. Ariel was so peaceful, so quiet... until she started whimpering and twitching in her sleep. The telltale signs that she was having a nightmare, at least those as recognized by Galatea. Galatea's brow furrowed in concern as she gingerly stroked the filly's mane as an attempted gesture of comfort.

 

"I'm here, sweetheart," Galatea whispered to her. "Don't be afraid..."

 

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Edited February 13, 2014 by Miss Reaper

[Courageous Thunder Dash 7,824]

@,@@Miss Reaper,

 

(OOC: Had a power outage so, sorry for the delay.) 

 

"Thank you very much...so then...why were you two here?" Rocket eyed Fusaloge and Bowspirit mischievously. "If they tied up these two ponies like that, then they must've tried to do something to this place..." Rocket thought to himself. 

[Mr. Critical 434]

Critical began to search through the various information he had traveled through the years. After an hour of searching, he had found it. The tomb of Princess Celestia. The marble Crypt entrance with the sun princess standing on top. Looking as valiant as ever. He hated looking at that entrance. If only they could know what would happen if she hadn't died that day.

[ReverieRiver 526]

Ariel had settled back into a peaceful sleep somehow, and Galatea finally allowed herself to relax. Laying her head down near the small body of the sleeping filly, upper body lying on the mattress of the hospital bed and hooves curled under her chin, Galatea closed her eyes, ready to allow herself to succumb to exhaustion...

 

@@Mr. Critical, @, @,

 

Princess Twilight was not the same princess that the residents of Diadem City once knew. She had seen one too many horrors, lost one too many ponies dear to her, and her very soul had been plunged into turmoil. For the longest time, she had nearly gone mad with grief and sorrow, barely staving off the gripping claws of insanity. Then the sadness turned to anger, her heart going from drowning in tears to burning with the flames of rage. And when that happened, her mind finally gave into the desire she had buried so deep within her heart: the desire for revenge.

 

Now she hunted the one who had murdered her beloved mentor and friend. She was tracking him to the best of her abilities, and she would never cease to rest until she saw his corpse lying at her hooves. He was an elusive one, that much was certain. At times, it seemed as if he had simply disappeared. But she would not let that deter her. Nothing would keep her from her ultimate goal.

 

And finally, she had a lead, some clue as to where he was. She was flying towards her destination, her wings relentlessly propelling her through the air. Her emotions were flowing freely, yet focused on one subject; all her thoughts were concentrated on the Sun Slayer. Her power was flowing just as freely, her unbridled rage unleashing her immense magic. Her eyes were glowing pure white, appearing to lack irises or pupils in this state, and her body - most notably her horn - was crackling with energy. Her unkempt mane seemed almost ethereal, though not quite; the strands of her hair kicked and jerked about haphazardly with the wild magic flowing through.

 

As she flew, faster and faster, the crackling of energy in the air around her grew more intense. Even the atmosphere reacted to the sheer energy she emitted, drawing dark clouds to the area. By the time she was over Diadem City, it seemed almost as if a thunderstorm was brewing, with a blanket of black storm clouds blotting out the wan daylight. A deafening crack of thunder roared through the sky; the sound waves alone were enough to send slight tremors through the earth below.

 

Princess Twilight had arrived. But she was not the same princess that the residents of Diadem City once knew.

[Mr. Critical 434]

Critical left his tardis, felling a bit better but not by much. He would have to confront that day but not for a very long time. Until then he would do what he always does. He will help those who need him most. Right now, these two mares seemed to need him. He opened the door to Ariels room and looked in, the shadows covering his front part of his body. "H-Hi, Galatea."