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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
\r

>>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."