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Dark Star, Silver, Iron, and Midnight continue their investigation and hopefully, the take down of a group of organized criminals who have taken up operations at an old fortress on the sea shore. They have already rescued a number of creatures and persuaded them to join in their efforts. Now, they most hope that they can strike with enough force, and quickly enough, to destroy the evil that has taken up residence there.
Up in the North, the ponies are waking up, ready for a new day
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New bread, neat.
>>117000
So, in the interest of not making you write each and every single document out, are the documents of any importance to their investigation? Any particular bits of information about this organization that may shed some light, or help to bring their end?
>>117000
So, in the interest of not making you write each and every single document out, are the documents of any importance to their investigation? Any particular bits of information about this organization that may shed some light, or help to bring their end?
>>117001 →
"Oh"
she looks at it
"Well thank you"
She looks to see how well it fits her
>>117003 →
She smiles back at him
>>117002
Unfortunately, that is a question that Silver must decide. They appear to be probably business records, and maybe some documents relating to the logistics of housing creatures in that location
"Oh"
she looks at it
"Well thank you"
She looks to see how well it fits her
>>117003 →
She smiles back at him
>>117002
Unfortunately, that is a question that Silver must decide. They appear to be probably business records, and maybe some documents relating to the logistics of housing creatures in that location
>>117006
Silver doesn't have the luxury of time in this regard to look through them. He takes what of them he can carry, figuring it's a matter for other ponies to look through.
Silver doesn't have the luxury of time in this regard to look through them. He takes what of them he can carry, figuring it's a matter for other ponies to look through.
>>117009
"Various documents, kinds of things for other ponies with more time than us to sort through."
"Various documents, kinds of things for other ponies with more time than us to sort through."
>>117012
Iron nods with a smile before rummaging another jacket with the second best protection, particularly for the far more agile Sands and Jubilosa.
Iron nods with a smile before rummaging another jacket with the second best protection, particularly for the far more agile Sands and Jubilosa.
>>117016
Oh boy.
[1d20 = 6]
<Maybe by waving my hooves, two sets of good armor for the NPC mares will appear in front of me
Oh boy.
[1d20 = 6]
<Maybe by waving my hooves, two sets of good armor for the NPC mares will appear in front of me
>>117018
Damn.
Iron takes the weaker leather clothing, trying to give it to Jubilosa.
"I hope this helps."
Damn.
Iron takes the weaker leather clothing, trying to give it to Jubilosa.
"I hope this helps."
Um.... Are Silver, Dark Star, or Midnight there?
>>117007
She takes it, looks back to Iron, and is a little unsatisfied with the jacket, but takes it nevertheless, trying to fit it
>>117007
She takes it, looks back to Iron, and is a little unsatisfied with the jacket, but takes it nevertheless, trying to fit it
>>117022
Iron chews his lip in dissatisfaction, but nods at her.
(I hope this actually gives her some protection.)
Finally, he turns to see Sands, wondering if she finally figured out the knives he gave her.
Iron chews his lip in dissatisfaction, but nods at her.
(I hope this actually gives her some protection.)
Finally, he turns to see Sands, wondering if she finally figured out the knives he gave her.
>>117026
Iron decides to search the room some more in case something may be missing that could be useful.
[1d20-1 = 17]
<Smol brain native digging through stuff like a hobo
Iron decides to search the room some more in case something may be missing that could be useful.
[1d20-1 = 17]
<Smol brain native digging through stuff like a hobo
>>117030
Iron smiles.
(Nice.)
He takes the restraints, putting them in his clothing, followed by skimming the papers in front of him as well as the mirror.
Iron smiles.
(Nice.)
He takes the restraints, putting them in his clothing, followed by skimming the papers in front of him as well as the mirror.
>>117035
The oldest documents, in a separate folder, are not receipts at all. Something about a "Mint Berry" admitted briefly after a bout of homelessness
The oldest documents, in a separate folder, are not receipts at all. Something about a "Mint Berry" admitted briefly after a bout of homelessness
>>117036
>Mint Berry
That name sounds familiar.
He inspects some of the older documents, trying to see if they can find a written document of one of the captives.
He beckons Skies over, hoping she knows if one of the ponies in this document is a missing pony.
>Mint Berry
That name sounds familiar.
He inspects some of the older documents, trying to see if they can find a written document of one of the captives.
He beckons Skies over, hoping she knows if one of the ponies in this document is a missing pony.
>>117038
Iron frowns.
"Help me out here, boss. I bet there is some written evidence of missing ponies in here."
And thus, his paper scanning commences.
[1d20-1 = 3]
<Natives are not meant to be assistants
Iron frowns.
"Help me out here, boss. I bet there is some written evidence of missing ponies in here."
And thus, his paper scanning commences.
[1d20-1 = 3]
<Natives are not meant to be assistants
>>117044
You know, the whole silence thing after passing the whiskey between the two of you. Kinda made me believe you went to bed.
You know, the whole silence thing after passing the whiskey between the two of you. Kinda made me believe you went to bed.
>>117039
>>117037
>>117042
>>117045
She silently looks over the documents, combing through them. At the end, she picks out a page, holds it before her with a hoof, and reads it in silence. After a minute, she lowers the document, sighs, and says solemnly
"I don't want to say they are the perfect victims... but the thing about illegal aliens is, the government doesn't really have papers proving they were there in the first place.
This... 'criminal enterprise,' seems to target mostly immigrants without papers and war refugees. These are people who have few relatives and connections to this land. No one would know that they are missing, because no one knew that they were there. Most of the creatures who know them live thousands of miles away, and even then, many of those creatures are either dead, living in a war zone, or in a dictatorship. Communication is poor.
Sure, Ponies notice them. The police see faces on the street, they eat food which travels by vans, they check into the hospitals, they use utilities and they rent out apartments. But they are not noticed as individuals. It's kind of like hearing the scratches mice make when they scurry through the walls. You know they are there, sure, but you don't see them. You don't even know how many there are. And so it is with these creatures. You never quite know if they were abducted, or if they just moved away.
And on top of all of this, this is a group that, if they survive and witness something, doesn't always want to go get help from the government. They are afraid they will be deported. If they report what they see, they will not want to go to court to testify. They live in the shadows. It's hard to see when one goes missing."
>>117037
>>117042
>>117045
She silently looks over the documents, combing through them. At the end, she picks out a page, holds it before her with a hoof, and reads it in silence. After a minute, she lowers the document, sighs, and says solemnly
"I don't want to say they are the perfect victims... but the thing about illegal aliens is, the government doesn't really have papers proving they were there in the first place.
This... 'criminal enterprise,' seems to target mostly immigrants without papers and war refugees. These are people who have few relatives and connections to this land. No one would know that they are missing, because no one knew that they were there. Most of the creatures who know them live thousands of miles away, and even then, many of those creatures are either dead, living in a war zone, or in a dictatorship. Communication is poor.
Sure, Ponies notice them. The police see faces on the street, they eat food which travels by vans, they check into the hospitals, they use utilities and they rent out apartments. But they are not noticed as individuals. It's kind of like hearing the scratches mice make when they scurry through the walls. You know they are there, sure, but you don't see them. You don't even know how many there are. And so it is with these creatures. You never quite know if they were abducted, or if they just moved away.
And on top of all of this, this is a group that, if they survive and witness something, doesn't always want to go get help from the government. They are afraid they will be deported. If they report what they see, they will not want to go to court to testify. They live in the shadows. It's hard to see when one goes missing."
>>117051
Iron curls his lips in frustration.
"So basically, this search is fruitless because they do not actually care about these ponies. Great."
He sighs dissapointedly, going back to the door of Records.
"I will wait for Star and Silver to finish up their rummaging to look out for any patrols that happen to pass by here," he states with the barest hint of morosity in his voice. "Come along, Sands."
And so, he opens the door and walks out, leaning against a wall next to it, eyes scanning the corridor.
Iron curls his lips in frustration.
"So basically, this search is fruitless because they do not actually care about these ponies. Great."
He sighs dissapointedly, going back to the door of Records.
"I will wait for Star and Silver to finish up their rummaging to look out for any patrols that happen to pass by here," he states with the barest hint of morosity in his voice. "Come along, Sands."
And so, he opens the door and walks out, leaning against a wall next to it, eyes scanning the corridor.
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I wanted to note that Midnight Lily has changed classes from Cleric to Paladin, so a slightly different pony
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