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Beep?

>>119638
Hoi

>>119639
Hey there Iron-boi!

>>119640
Hello.
We both waiting for something to happen?

>>119641
Eh, maybe. Don't know yet if the GM is up for this weekend. Real life stuff for him has been hitting him hard.

>>119642
I may have asked him some questions regarding that. Particularly the Skies dilemma, but I'd rather we speak about it out of thread to avoid filling the thread up with drama.

>>119638
>>119639
Hello

>>119644
'ello.

>>119644
Hi there.

>>119644
Hi GM!

>>119647
Darkie-boi!

>>119646
>>119645
>>119647
>>119648
Hello

>>119647
Reeeee

>>119648
*floofs*

>>119649
I'll be waiting here in case Iron's presence is requested.
Or he grows antsy and decide to breed Sands some more. Whichever happens first.

>>119649
Are you feeling up to a session today?

>>119651
Maybe.....

>>119650
I guess Iron can move

>>119652
Nah, it's not about moving. It's about getting this griffon stomping session started.
Granted, that's got to wait a while until Midnight shows up, so my hands are tied at the moment.

>>119649
*is floofed gloriously*
*sticks chest floof out in pride*

>>119653
Still needs or could use just a little bit more planning

>>119655
Like what? What does she require?

>>119655
But Iron isn't even close to the others as far as I know. They need to sync up after the time dilating rutting that happened.
Last I recall, Iron and Sands were walking to the bathroom.

>>119656
The griffin stomping

>>119657
They open the door, and Snads looks out into the hallway.
"No creature there"
She looks back to Iron with partly lidded eyes, and places a hoof on him

>>119658
Iron cocks his head.
"How long have we been in that room? I expected them to stay put or at least try to knock on the door."
He smiles slightly at her hoof placed on him.
"All alone again, huh? Perhaps we should stay put for a bit."
He lightly strokes Sands' cheek, reciprocating her gaze.
"We can... get to know eachother better, then."

>>119659
She smiles back to him
"Tempting, yes, but I think your comrades may cut you out of a share if they think you've just been fucking around..."
Now, she looks back into the hallway through the narrow slit in teh door
"Besides.... we may be in danger.... They may be gone"

>>119660
Iron nods with a tiny blush on his cheeks and a small sheepish smile.
"Right."
He proceeds to peek on the silt of the door, preferrably over her, in case she's seeing something.

>>119648
Henlo
>>119649
Dark star looks around to get a hold on his location.

>>119662
In the stairwell

>>119661
Nothing outside, even as sounds of activity further down permeate the hallway

>>119663
Do you remember how much damage Iron took?
Iron attempts to discern what kind of activity is currently going on by listenting intently.
[1d20 = 15]
<Common Tier Ears

>>119664
Talking, mostly in the central area

Like 4 plus 10 in the last battle
>Pleb dice

>>119665
Iron decides to open the door up slightly, peering his whole head out to glance around, before opening the door fully and taking a step forwards, wanting to follow the sound of the talking.
(Maybe that is where they are.)

>>119662
I was worried about you, I thought you weren't coming back. I'm glad to see that thought has been proven wrong.

>>119663
is there anypony with him?

>>119666
It's almost as if across the hall, and not particularly in either direction down it

>>119668
No. Star is alone at the moment
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>>119669
Iron's ears flicker as he frowns in annoyance.
He turns back to Sands.
"No sounds of fighting around here. Mere talking from somewhere I cannot pinpoint."

>>119669
He goes back to the bathroom

>>119670
"Well where are your comrades?"

>>119671
Down a blank and open white walled hallway to the bathroom, a few drops of blood on the floor

>>119672
"No idea," he responds. "It may be they have encountered the enemy and won recently."
He tentatively clip clops further away from the bathroom, moving his head to beckon Sands to follow him.
"It might be best to look for them."

>>119667
Thanks.
>>119672
"Buck..what happend?"
He thinks to himself.

>>119674
He enters into the bathroom, to see Midnight and Silver, with a large black painted metal drum in the center with an open top, several empty rectangular whiskey containers with the "Blackjack Brewery" label, and several filled up with yellow liquid and pieces of red cloth stuffed into them. Further away, that large unicorn horse folds little pieces of red cloth

>>119674
>>119675
Silver looks to the returning pony. He looks to be in a bad way, bleeding slowly from new wounds on his neck, chest, and back. The one on his back looks particularly nasty, if partially magically healed. "Dark Star! There you are. It is good to see you. Want to help make firebombs?"

>>119676
"Celestia your back! Are you ok?"

>>119677
"Aside from blood loss, yes. I will be fine, I got into fight with group of griffons trying to take Loputu away. One got me with his cleaver, as you can see. Midnight's magic healed it little bit."

>>119673
iron goes out, and Sands tentatively follows, looking around with wide eyes and more than a normal amount of blinking

>>119678
"Can i do anything to help you?"

>>119679
With a cautious walk, he scans the area for anything of note as he walks, hoping to find a clue of something happening.

>>119680
"Well, you can help us with making firebombs. We already have made good progress, we will be able to really put hurt to these griffons."

>>119681
It looks as if he sees Dark Star entering into the Bathroom

>>119683
Iron breathes a sigh of relief after seeing his brown/red colleague, turning to Sands.
"They have not seem to move, it looks like."
He slowly prances casually to the bathroom door.
"We should be good, Sands. Stay behind me, just in case."

>>119684
She follows behind him, looking behind her, and bouncing her shoulders a little. They go to the door
From behind, "Iron?"

>>119682
"what is that black drum?"

>>119685
Iron stops to look at Samds with a kind smile.
"Yes, Sands?"

>>119686
"Heating oil. That is what we are putting in these bottles. They will go up in flames very well."

>>119686
Whether or not it's relevant to the question, Dark Star can smell something like Diesel fuel

>>119687
Oh it's not Sands. Sands, in fact, jumps forward, and repositions herself facing the new creature. It's a griffin, a certain specific griffin
"Where have you been?"

Sands tries to respond first
"Looking around in these rooms for anything hidden. Books, evidence, captives, hidden doors"

>>119689
Iron, for his part, raises his brow in surprise at the sudden appearance of the pegasus mare hidden in a beaked chick, his ears standing straight at her sight.
He simply nods to what Sands say, since it was technically what she was doing previously.

>>119689
>>119688
Dark Star sits down and helps fill jars full of it.

>>119690
"Right..."
Her lower beak pulls back as if in a frown
She looks back behind them, where the other griffin, with bandages on her, walks back along side the Kirin Khoi Lua. The dark blue colt walks between them, looking around, and with steps that are almost like a tip toe. Behind them all walks the gnoll, with open mouth and protruding tongue. Skies walks past them, opening the door into the room

>>119691
>>119688
Silver Shekels enters the bathroom

>>119693
Now Silver looks to the new arrivals. "You finished. Uh...did anyone happen to remember to bring my armor?"

>>119693
Iron gladly lets the others pass through the bathroom before either him or Sands, breathing a little heavily from the surprise to find almost all the other rebels down here right as he was about to enter.
"Go on through. I will keep guard."

>>119694
"The scally pony has it"
She answers. Behind them walks in the colt, who dashes in and off to the side, Jubilosa with a sort of limp and who immediately looks to Silver, Khoi Lua by her side, a hoof on Jubilosa's back and Silver's armor on her own back, and behind them all, Mala, who walks almost lazily or happily

>>119696
"It is good to see you all. We are almost ready." Silver grabs the armor off of Khoi, and puts it on.

>>119693
Dark Star smiles as he sees her

>>119698
She smiles back to him

>>119697
Khoi looks up to him, and lowers her head, to allow the armor to move over her
She says to him, looking up to his eyes
"Are you alright? I was busy helping Jubilosa and could not tend to you"

>>119697
>>119698
"Alright... now that that is taken care of, how are we doing this?"

>>119695
Sands turns around and looks to him, tilting her head slightly, with drawn back lips and big eyes
"But are you sure? You will be easier to see here than inside"

>>119699
Iron starts to sweat slightly after what Sands told him.
"Well..."
He lightly kicks the floor with a pout, before inhaling a bit, letting a breath out in a short gust of wind.
"Let us enter."
Thus, he walks over to the door and enters the bathroom, hoping Sands follows."

>>119698
>>119697
Lo and behold the native has arrived. Keep your responses ready until Sands comes along. Then you can shoot.

>>119700
"Howdy. you look relaxed."

>>119699
>>119698
>>119697
>>119696
>>119700
Sands slinks in behind Iron

>>119699
Silver looks to be in pain, still, though not as much as he was. He smiles at the concern she apparently shows towards his injured state. "I...could be better. But I am afraid my injuries will require more time to heal than we have. Midnight has helped them to heal somewhat, so that will have to be enough."

>>119700
A rather severely-injured and bloodied Silver can most definitely smell the sex and pheromones coming from the big native. He smiles a knowing smile at Iron as he hoofs over a potion of Cure Light Wounds. "Here, I heard you were injured in boiler wound. Drink this and heal up, we will need as many health fighters as we can get."

>>119701
Silver looks over to Dark Star for leadership.

>>119703
I must have gone dumb in the last few minutes or something.

*boiler room
*healthy fighters

>>119703
"That was.... pretty brave"
She looks over to Loputu, who himself has moved closer to the improvised bombs
"It's a very dangerous place for a colt to be running about"

>>119705
He can't help but look a little bashful at the compliment. "Just doing what I do best to help..."

He looks over to Loputu as well. "It is difficult to ask him to remain in the place. He is strong colt, but it may not be enough. Should time come, he may need to become warrior, as much as I do not want it to come to that."

>>119706
"he looks just a year or two below drafting age... Whether he is ready or not, the call may come to him"

>>119703
"Let's get these bottes filled."

>>119703
Iron blinks at Silver, before pulling his own Cure Light Wounds potion with a smile, leaving him with the last one in his person on his belt.
"Remember who gave the gift you present, Silver."
He chuckles, before bumping Silver's shoulder with a hoof.
"Do not forget to stop by for more later."
He takes a drink to heal his wounds
[1d8+3 = 9]
<Zebra voodoo magic at play here
>>119701
Iron looks at Star, puzzled by his comment.
"Thank you?" he responds.
>>119705
>>119706
Iron looks at Khoi and Silver with a cock of his head.
"I assume something else happened that I was not there to witness?"

>>119707
"Sadly...listen, Khoi, if things end up looking dook dire, as if we are going to lose, I want you to take Mala, Jubilosa, Loputu, and whoever else we can save, and run. Make sure at least someone escapes this place alive."

>>119709
Khoi narrows her eyes, and almot speaks through her teeth
"Yes. The pony colt almost got carried away, Jubilosa nearly died, and Silver is injured"

>>119710
She is silent for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes. And the silence drags on a moment longer. She looks back to the others near the barrels, and then to Loputu, then back to Silver
"Okay. I will do so"

>>119709
"Hmm...so, I suppose I should take this one myself, then." Silver looks to the potion he was otherwise going to offer Iron.

>>119708
Blue Shekels walks over
"What are you doing here?"

>>119711
Iron cranes his head in shock
"What?!"
He decides to walk over to Jubilosa, quickly handing her his last potion.
"Take it. I do not want any casualties on this mission if I can help it."
>>119712
Iron nods at Silver, before turning back to Khoi
>>119711
"How did that happen?"

>>119713
"making a nice little drink for our Hooked beak friends."
He grins.

[1d8+1 = 5]
>>119711
Silver nods in appreciation, and at Iron declining the potion Silver offered him, downs it himself, instead.

>>119714
She is surprised, and says in her accented voice
"Where have you been?"
She looks down to the potion
"Wow, thanks. But the Unicorn has already given me one"

>>119714
Khoi:
"Loputu was not pulled into a safe room and wondered around. These... criminals here in the hallway encountered him. He tried to hide in a closet but it did not work. They tried to drag him off, and may have succeeded, but for Silver here. We fought them and succeeded. But there was suffering and injury in the process"

>>119715
"Uh, you're going to burn them?"

>>119717
"That was the plan,yes."

>>119718
"I am.... not so sure about that. You see, as evil as what is happening here is, it's not a war zone, so you can't just kill unsuspecting creatures without special circumstances like them trying to kill you, or at least fleeing"

>>119719
Silver looks over to Blue Skies, now partially healed a bit more than before. "Why did you not raise these objections earlier?"

>>119720
"I did realize you were going to firebomb them"

>>119719
"They have tryed to kill us. and im sure they've done worse than that to somepony's here."

>>119717
"Bedroom," he responds flatly to Jubilosa before looking for any sort of wounds, circling around her.
"How much was it treated? Are you still able to wield a weapon and swing it? Any headaches? Difficulty breathing?"

He turns to Khoi, with an alarmed expression
"How was the colt left unguarded all this time? Did no one want to be on guard duty for the little one? Why did he wander off the group? How did he wander off the group?"

>>119723
"Wha" she responds to the bedroom comment

Then looks to Iron with large eyes, pulling her head back, clearly not expecting the close attention to her physical body
"Yes... I was scratched into my chest and the wounds were deep. I had some difficulty breathing, pain, and bleeding. No headaches."

Khoi:
"Looks like no one was looking out for where he was. Maybe he was behind us and didn't see us go in, or he thought there wasn't enough room for all of us"

>>119722
"Well yes, but you see, every single individual instance of creaturacide must be justified. It's the same as the normal laws against murder, except where the opponents are partisans in arms against the state, in which it is like the laws of war, minus the laws, because they do not wear uniforms or abide by laws themselves."

>>119721
"If you have any better ideas, let us hear them."

>>119724
Shaking his head at Khoi's explanation, he simply presents the potion again to Jubilosa, shaking it with his hoof lightly.
"Drink it. I need you to be in top shape for the fight. You need it more than me."

>>119724
"Laws were made to be bent."

>>119725
"Uh... I'm sure there is a work around. You can still kill any creature that is either trying to use deadly force against you, against some other innocent creature, or who is fleeing the scene. And of course enemy combatants may be ambushed, and partisans have no legal protection at all. I think the civilian government will give a bounty on live aliens that are turned in."

>>119726
"Uh... the grey unicorn, Silver I think his name is, already offered me one."
She looks back up to him with her slit, cat eyes and a beak pulled back in what loooks like a smile
"Thank you, though"

>>119727
Blue Skies smiles back to him
"Well, see if you can figure out how to bend these"

>>119728
"I can not believe you did not know that is what we were going to do. You gave your approval of idea of making them in first place, and you even gave idea of using heating oil."

>>119729
"I'm not used to constraints..."

>>119728
Iron eyes her a bit, humming softly, before nodding.
"Alright. If you feel any ill effects or your body starts to act up, remember the potion is available at any time, Jubilosa."

>>119729
>>119730
With a little bow, he excuses himself from the catbird, walking to where Skies, Silver and Star are talking.
"I can manage breaking a few beaks for some of that bounty," he offers. "My hooves are all about that."

>>119728
He smiles then continues filling jars.

>>119732
She smiles
"Great. The quantity is the only issue here"

>>119732
>>119729
Okay, what's going on with the potion situation?

>>119733
"Uh... Any ideas?"

>>119734
Iron apparently has at least one potion left. Silver used his last one.

>>119735
"Yea, im gonna carve up maakie."

>>119734
>>119736
Actually, I've checked the character sheet. It says I should still have 2 more Cure Moderate Wounds and 2 Barkskin +1 as well aside from that last Cure Light Wounds.
The file was updated last on August 10th, 2019

>>119737
"What of the other griffins?"

>>119738
Probably a good time to make some use of those

>>119739
Iron has already used one, making his health go from 28 to 37 in one swoop. This is why he only has 5 potions left.

>>119740
One of the Cure Moderate Wounds?

>>119739
"which ones? the lackeys trying to murder us? im sure they'd love a drink."

>>119742
"Okay.... I'm just saying it needs to be self defense"

>>119741
Wait, is somebody else aside from Jubilosa an inch away from near death? Those items heal a lot more than a Cure Light Wounds, with a 2d8.

>>119744
Silver and Iron are the injured ones

>>119743
He grins
"Self Defense is a beautiful thing."

>>119746
She wubs the little pony on te head, between his ears

>>119740
>>119742
>>119736
"So what is the plan?"

>>119747
Silver sighs after having thought on it for a minute. "I do not know solution to this predicament. However, right now, I am not so concerned about laws of land as I am making sure that as many people get out of this building alive as possible. Removing as many guards out of picture as we can in shortest period of time would do much to minimize risk to these people's lives. To your life."

>>119745
I suppose I can make Iron drink another Cure Light Wounds.

Iron decides to drink up the last Cure Light Wounds potion, knowing that he's well stocked on more care intensive healing items.
[1d8+3 = 9]
<Sticky texture, actually.
He looks to Silver wondering how hurt he is.
50 health = Healthy
49-40 health =Lightly Wounded
39-30 Health =Moderately Wounded
29-20 Health =Severely Wounded
19-10 Health =Lethally Wounded
9-1 Health =Almost dying.

>>119747
"We start by picking off patrols."

>>119749
If any of the potion is wasted because of the creature being at full health, don't do it. What would the HP be now?

>>119750
"Looks like we already got most of those. They are grouping up to go do something"

>>119748
"Okay... how?"

>>119751
Then Iron doesn't drink it. His wounds are minor compared to his health pool.

Iron looks at Skies
"How many were taken out by that incident?"

>>119751
"what would they group up for?"

>>119749
On the lower end of moderately wounded.

>>119751
"Either we drop firebombs on them from upper balconies, or we ambush them with ranged weaponry. There are not many other options available to us unless we want to engage them in open combat. I do not know what effect we have had on their numbers so far, but I can not guarantee we will all make it out of this if we do not try to ambush them."

>>119753
"...... I don't know, actually"

>>119752
"Three in the hallway, one in here. Then there are all of the others already taken out"

>>119755
"Have any guards gotten away?"

>>119756
"Not that I know of. But who knows how aware they are of missing guards"

>>119755
Iron nods at her approvingly.
"Good work out there, Skies. Glad to have you with us."
>>119754
Sounds worthy of a Cure Moderate Wounds.
Iron, gazing over Silver's visage, decides to lightly poke him on his chest, pulling out a Cure Moderate Wounds off his belt.
"Take the potion. Your body is worse for wear," he says flatly, eyes staring at his in a cool, calm and firm gaze.

[2d8+3 = 8]
>>119758
Silver's tired eyes lock with his before he takes hold of the potion. "Thank you." He grins mischeviously as he whispers into Iron's ear. "Good to see you had fun with Sands while you were gone. Going to need that clear mind for what is coming."

With that, he pulls back, and downs the potion.

>>119754
>>119758
Let's get some numbers here on the wounds

>>119754
She shakes her head
"Ambushes in any proper sense are out of the question. They must either fight you or flee first"

>>119758
She nods, and smiles

>>119760
>>119759
You heard GM, Silver.
He nods back with a small grin of his own.
"Do you know how many are left, Skies?"

>>119759
A magical glow shines out of his wounds as they heal. They don't heal perfectly, but the color has returned to his skin, and at worst looks to be on the lower end of lightly wounded.

>>119760
41 out of 50 Hit Points after the potion.

He sighs. "Then I shall put it like this: I will do my best to make sure you all get out of here alive." He hikes up his greatsword's sheath. "We should not keep them waiting, then. Every minute spent here is another minute they have to prepare. Should we demand their surrender before we engage them in combat?"

>>119761
"Many. In the center of a kind of atrium in this building, and who know how many where ever else. They are gathering together."

>>119762
"Well, if you demand they surrender first, I guess there are three possible responses. They surrender, which is not a problem, they fight back, which lets you use deadly force, or they flee the scene, which lets you use deadly force. There isn't really a requirement that they know the full extent of the forces you have against them"

>>119762
After how many potions?

>>119762
"Yes. This could get sour"

>>119756
"Darkie? Darkie Sweetie?"

>>119763
Iron nods.
"I can help shake their rumps in fear if you want. I have my way with words."

>>119763
After the single moderate wounds potion Iron gave him.

"Then that is what we will do."

>>119759
>>119758
>>119757
im sorry frens, but im falling asleep over here. i woke up early this morning i can barly keep my eyes open.

>>119766
It's alright Darkie-boi. Sleep well. We'll see you tomorrow.

>>119767
Do you still want to scout out before combat, or wait for him to return?

>>119768
>>119767
At least to cover all escape routes through doors.

>>119768
>>119769
I suppose what Iron said.

>>119769
>>119770
“Okay, so how are we going to do this? Where are they, and how do we take them down?”

>>119771
"You say all remaining opponents are currently in a single room, correct?" Iron starts. "We need to block as many exits as possible to avoid stragglers, either by our presence or through obstacles."

>>119772
>>119770
>>119766
Mala steps forward, and speaks
“There are two group of them. One group lives here, in the dorms here. The Society gives them the free dorms. I think all of them come from across the sea, from just one or two places. The other group is in the neighbor hood and lives there. They come from many more places. They meet together I think, I am not sure how often, I think in the middle building. That must be what they are doing. Waiting for the time of the meeting”
\r

>>119773
"That sounds very insidious. they live in the neighborhood? the priests?"

>>119773
"That is very useful to know."

>>119773
Iron nods, turning to Skies.
"I assume that first group was taken out by you, right, Skies?"

>>119776
“No. We may have encountered them, out in the church. But it’s a number of them.”

>>119775
Mala nods, with something of a smile

>>119774
“I think most of them are just creatures”

>>119777
With another nod, he turns to Mala.
"So there is a small pocket of griffons on the floors above us, sleeping right now?"

>>119778
He shakes his head
“No. Awake. Probably in the other building.”

>>119779
Iron nods again.
"So the closest group we know of is the second one, correct?"

So, should I pick back up investigating the claim of terroristic sabotage, or do we want to move on somewhere else?

>>119781
Spark can continue, yes

>>119780
He lowers his voice a little
“I thought... I thought the residents were in the central atrium...”

>>119782
Iron nods.
"I think so, too, but I want to make sure we are in the same page."
He ponders for a bit.
"Is there any noteworthy individuals you know of that could be currently in that room?"

>>119783
“There are several creatures, I just do not know where they are. I would not be surprised if they are going back and forth”

>>119782
"Does this happen often?"
Spark continues to observe the surroundings.

>>119784
Iron nods yet again.
"Noted. Could you describe them? See if Skies remembers taking down at least one of them."

>>119785
“Yes. Fairly regularly”

A cloud looms further over the horizon, and what looks like guards if a sort move around on top of the higher ground above the mine, while more inside seem to move over to workers, shouting to them. A few machines, power shovels, front-end loaders, and trucks that seem to be military style logistics trucks with dump truck beds added to the back, move around. Many more do not. Rumbling sounds come from a plant off to the side of the mine. A cold wind blows, and the leaves of the trees above the kind move with it. Beneath those trees, the remnants of forest appear dark.

The pony before him still appears worried

>>119787
"Then you should have records of this happening, right? You must have written down and reported this. Got a copy I can look over?"

>>119788
“There are... records, yes. In the trailer.”

>>119786
“Well... there is one well dressed grey colored griffin who comes around less often, a red feathered one who usually wears a cap, but he doesn’t come around often either. There is a brown one, kind of stern, who comes around more often and would give us work”

>>119789
"Let's have a look. Maybe we can catch them in their next act."

>>119789
Nodding, Iron glances at Skies, wondering if she caught or saw one of three griffons described.

>>119791
“Might just be the priest. Or the soeaker, anyways. And could the other be Maakie? The third one I am not sure I have seen or heard of before”

>>119790
“If you are staying through the night, maybe.”
He starts to walk to the trailer office

>>119792
Iron cocks his head.
"Who is Maakie, exactly?"

>>119792
"I better before they decide to hurt somepony."

>>119793
“Did you not read the dossier with the others?”

>>119795
Iron shrugs.
"No need to tell me every single detail. I only need to know how important he is, since all this getting stabbed and crackdown has left my memory a bit fuzzy."

>>119796
“A smuggler or possibly gangster from Skyfall. Very important, probably the leader of the whole operation, wanted by multiple governments, and very bad”

>>119797
Iron nods.
"Good. Hopefully he is in that room."
I'll nod off for today.

>>119797
Iron nods looking at both Mala and Skies.
"Do you two know how many exits these griffons in the central room have?"

>>119800
Mala
“I’m... not sure, really”

Skies
“That area hasn’t been scouted”

>>119801
Iron nods.
"That is something to be done first."
He looks at Skies.
"Have you noticed any signs of the griffons being alerted?"

>>119802
“They definitely noticed the heat being turned off. As for any later patrols, I am not sure. But they’ve been moving about the building”

>>119803
Iron hums slightly.
"We seem to have some time to scout out and block the exits, it looks like."

>>119804
“Time or not, we have to do it if you want to tackle them while they are still here”

>>119804
>>119805
Silver breaks his silence. "Only question is how, then."

>>119806
>>119805
Iron hums slightly.
"Furniture of any kind, most likely. Maybe we can get some metal tubes and wrap it around the door handles to close them."
He scratches his chin.
"...was that how they worked?" he asks himself.

>>119807
>>119806
“You can try to block the doors, certainly. I thought you were going to suggest one of you goes to the doors”

>>119808
Iron nods.
"I need to know how many doors before I can suggest that. A single pony cannot be able to hold more than one door, specially if the doors are across the room."

>>119801
"I'll go scout it."

>>119809
>>119806
“What exactly are you all going to do when the doors are dealt with?”

>>119811
"Presumably, it is to prevent their escape once we engage."

>>119811
>>119812
Iron nods, confirming Silver's assumptions.

>>119810
“Should I come with you?”
She asks

>>119814
"You can."

>>119815
Alright, Dark Star can go out to try to scout

>>119816
He does so.

>>119817
The hallway goes in two directions, left and right

>>119813
As Dark Star and Blue leave to scout the central room, Silver leans towards Iron and whispers, "So, how was it? Everything you hoped for?"

>>119819
Iron's ears flicker as he glances at Silver puzzled.
"What do you mean?"

>>119820
"You know what I mean..." His eyes look towards Sands.

>>119818
"Let's go right."

>>119821
Iron cocks his head, confused
"I am afraid you have to be a little more specific than that, Silver."

>>119822
She follows him to the right
“I think there is some whiskey still left in the bathroom. They poured a lot of it away”

There is the door to the stairwell, then a corner in the hallway

>>119824
He peeks around the corner

>>119823
Silver rolls his eyes. "Okay then: you had sex with Sands. How was it?"

>>119826
Sands:
“No we didn’t!”

>>119825
Further down, a griffin moves from a recessed area to the right, to the left

>>119826
>>119827
Iron straightens his ears up and widens his eyes slightly.
"Woah there. No need to be so hasty."

>>119827
>>119828
Silver just gives them both a knowing smile.

>>119829
Iron gives him a deadpan look.
"Was that private conversation with Sands so lewd you immediately thought we would copulate in the middle of a danger zone?"
He strokes his chin as he eyes Silver suspiciously
"What were you talking about with Sands?"