Welcome back to the Latest Thread of Occupied Equestria
Onyx, Spark and Brie settle down for the night in a cabin in the woods along with a set of recently rescued ponies, saved from Changeling cocoons, as well as the changelings who sought to take them captive, who are themselves locked away as captives.
In Baltimare, Silver, Dark Star, Iron, and now Midnight Lily do their last preparations before seeking to take on a creature smuggling operation in a port-side neighborhood
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>>113165im here i just had to deal with some boomers.
>>112858>>112875>>113168The two enter the church.
A speech is ongoing, and the speaker looks at the Zebra and the fluff ball entering the sanctuary - they are directly opposite him.
“And thus the Aramaspi tore through the gates of Griffinstone and entered the King’s chamber”
He looks to his audience, places a claw up and grape into a fist as if to emphasize the lines in a pause. Then he looks up to the entrants.
“It seems we have some visitors”
Creatures in the crowd look back to the entrants. Some clearly do not like the entrants, other have more bewildered or neutral expressions
>>113195Silver steps into the church and pauses at the sight, acting as though he were about to give his friend a tour until noticing the current occupants. "Oh! Apologies, I did not mean to interrupt. We were in area, and I wanted to show my zebra friend here my place of worship when I was young."
>>113198Silver nods at him. "Yes, this was where I once went to church, long ago."
>>113197>>113198The Griffin’s eyes remain wide, and his cheeks pull back in what must be some kind of quasi smile. He grasps his chest
“... At nine o’clock at night?”
>>113200"Yes, we..." Silver looks down, in what seems to be a gesture of sadness. "...do not have much else we can go to, anymore."
>>113200>>113201"House get taken by damn fashets!"
>>113200>>113202Silver nods sadly. "And mine blown up by fascist artillery shell. We are vagrants: no home left to go to, wandering until day we die."
>>113201>>113202>>113203He pauses
“I see”
Another pause
“Tell me, are you looking for something?”
>>113204"Are we all not looking for something in our lives, друг?" He looks up to meet the griffon's eyes, his own being that of a tired, old stallion, with nothing left in his life. "Meaning. It is all we can look for, now."
>>113205His feathers are a grey coloration, and his lion coat a darker shade of tan and brown. The unidentifued model of cap is blacken wool, as is the coat he wears. The little hook at the top of his beak is a little sharper than jay be average, and his eyes - equally meeting Silver’s are a dark red, almost burgundy, like partly dried blood or a dark rose.
“Then you understand me. Tell all of us, where are you from?”
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>>113204the zebra has a look of saddness on his face
"We aint got nuthin, we look for soumthin more den dis life."
>>113207"My granny from zebrica she ded now,my momma ded, i is from baltimare."
>>113207"I was born here in Red Heart after my parents moved to Baltimare from St. Petershoof, but after I became adult I moved to outskirts of city. It was quiet, serene, minus occasional wildlife. I found love, had three foals with my late-wife...now, I am old stallion, I do not even know if my foals are alive, my house and everything I owned is gone...I have nothing left, not even purpose. I came back to Red Heart, hoping I could find something to keep me going, and still nothing, still stuck in this meaningless existence. If it was not for my friend here...I am not sure I would even be here to talk to you."
>>113209>>113208“So I’ll ask, why are you
really here?”
>>113210Silver has that look of sadness and loss again. "This place...it is all I have left. Perhaps I hoped I would find something that could put me back on path, something to maybe...I do not know. I have nowhere else to go."
>>113211>>113212“The path to what, exactly?”
>>113216"So many ways to put it, that I am unable to do so properly...enlightenment, I suppose..." His own ears droop, as he thinks of other ways he could put it, to make him understand.
I feel like a bluff check is appropriate
Wondering if Skies should join in....
>>113232Well, she's gotta be somewhere. She wouldn't waste that potion, I'd imagine.
>>113232Yeah! Skies should partake in second claw propaganda!
[1d20+10 = 27]>>113235>>113237“These two are a little drunk. We came from the Maurice Pub, where they were talking about the church in their childhoods and how things are now. They are in kind of a dark spot, and thought returning to old sights would help”
>>113241Zekker looks a little shocked to hear somepony speak on our behalf
Eh... maybe having an NPC intrude on the prerogative of the player characters was a bad idea
>>113251I mean, it depends on the context. Like, if Blue thinks that Silver and Star are going to blow it.>>113241Silver looks over at the griffon speaking on their behalf. "It was only couple drinks...I think...
“I’ll just.... I see there is something else going on here. I’ll leave you all be.”
The griffin awkwardly leaves
>>113256Oooooookaaaaaaay...just pretending that didn't happen, I suppose...
I don’t know.... Do you want the NPC there active and doing things, or do you want to tackle it yourselves. Yes or no. Any more flakey answers that fail to fall into either camp will mean more inserts that will be quickly retracted
>>113268Yes. You should know this by now with my speech about liking having Cauldron in the jungle mission after you complained Ash's comment about 'NPCs shouldn't appear in quests'.