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>>122082She speaks into his chest fluff
“A little. Not enough. Not nearly enough. But they are doing something at midnight. So I will keep it together.”
>>122084He smiles at that. "You are very strong person. I respect that."
>>122085Her eyes glimmering from reflective tears, she smiles at Silver
“Thank you... Not by choice though... Not by choice”
>>122086He pats her on the shoulder. "If you need some time to recover and rest, go ahead and do so. And if you need shoulder to cry on, all you need to do is ask."
>>122087“But... we’re not done here”
>>122088He looks at her curiously. "Hmm? With what?"
>>122089“With this whole place and... these people. And their schemes!”
>>122093Sorry, but work has been killing me. I’ll have to try for tomorrow.
>>122090"Oh, right. Well, still, if you need shoulder to cry on, all you need to do is ask."
>>122097She seems to press her beak tighter together, and looks into Silver's eyes with her own bright gold ones
"Okay. I'll do that"
>>122098Silver smiles at her. "Do you think you could help me with something?"
>>122099A pause for a moment
"S-sure. Yes I can help. What is it?"
>>122100"I could really use some help tying up these captives. You do not have to if you do not want to, however."
>>122101"Yes... I've been trying to tie some up since Midnight left the room. I can do so. I am smaller than some of them, but most of them are wounded. Maybe they will be more compliant to a griffin."
>>122102Silver nods. "I have some rope, if you would like it."
>>122103"Yes. That would be very helpful, or some sorts of ties"
Mala walks up, and sits down, further away from Silver than Jubilosa
>>122104Silver pulls out his rope, and measures some out. "How much, do you think?"
>>122105"Let's not be stingy. They could be dangerous if they get up and free"
One of the captured griffins on the ground speaks out towards Silver an Jubilosa in a foreign language
>>122106Silver just gives her the rope then, while looking at the griffon that just spoke. "What was that?"
>>122107He speaks again.
Jubilosa: "I don't know, I cannot understand him"
>>122108Silver shrugs it off. "Maybe he does not know Ponish."
>>122109"I don't think we have anything we want to say to him and anything they want to hear. Let's shut him up before he alerts the rest of the building or he does some kind of magic with words."
>>122110He looks at Jubilosa for a second before nodding. "They did just prove they could use magic..."
>>122111She takes a piece of rope, places it in her beak, stretches out a section with her right claw, then places it in her claw
"Well we better tie up his mouth, and the rest of them as well"
She looks back over to Silver, then to Mala
"Could you get your... whatever that is, to watch over and stare down the prisoners? He scares them... he scares me. Most of the griffins are wounded and unconscious, but I don't want them to try anything."
slight whining sound >>122112He looks a little upset at that. "He has name."
>>122113She blinks, and looks away
“Let’s just get these tied up...”
>>122114Silver nods, and trots over to Mala.
>>122115Mala looks up at Silver - or rather basically directly at Silver, since the two are similar height. His big, triangular left ear twitches
>>122116Silver pets behind his left ear. "Could you do me big favor, friend, and watch over captives?"
>>122117His eyes close into upturned half-circles, and he moves his head up into the pet. When his head comes down, he says
“Watch over captives? That’s something I can do!”
He stands up, and smiles
“If they misbehave, do you want me to bite them, or just scare them?”
He still has blood on him
>>122118Silver smiles at the good boy. "Scare them, but if one gets loose, bite."
>>122119He smiles, and opens his mouth, then runs over near Jubilosa. She is already leaning over to tie a tie around a Griffin’s foreclaws, then his beak. Mala takes position standing some feet over the captives in the area between the north and East - the captives who were still conscious when gathered. He stands near a corner, with a view over all of them, and makes a singular growl. Jubilosa stops momentarily to look over her shoulder at the grueling gnoll, then continues her work. She has quite a bit of rope beside her, and one of the wavy daggers besides her to cut it with.
>>122120Silver looks around, noticing the absence of a few members of the party. He trots over to Mala and Jubilosa. "Have either of you seen where Iron went?"
>>122121Mala, standing
“Well, he could have gone upstairs to check on Dark Star or the two griffins that flew upstairs
Jubilosa:
“I bet he went to find that unicorn”
>>122122Silver nods. "That makes sense. I am going to make sure he did not get into too much trouble."
With that, he bids the two ado, and goes upstairs to look for Iron.
>>122123Over in the back by the bathroom are a Midnight, Meadows and Loputu. They report he is not downstairs. So Silver goes up the second level to find Blue Skies isn’t there, but maybe Dark Star is. Iron isn’t there either, nor are the missing two griffins, though two stunned griffins are there.
>>122124Silver looks at the tied up griffons, then at Dark Star.
Silver: "Nice work."
Dark Star: "Thanks. Hey, have you seen Blue anywhere?"
Silver: "No, but I am looking. Want to join?"
Dark Star: "Sure!"
Together, the two continue going up.
>>122125The third level is much like the second, with rooms off to both sides, or rather, a long room on the inside of the building on each of the East and West sides. Going left, there is no pony, and indeed, no creature in the hallways. But to the right, just around the corner, a griffin lies on the ground with a bolt in its back, evidently dead
No pony in either direction
>>122126Dark Star: "Looks like my mare's work."
Up they go.
>>122127Going through the door, the differences are noticeable immediately. Whereas the stairs between first, second and fourth levels were painted metal and concrete, Silver and Dark Star find the top level to be more like the bottom floors. An unpainted wooden staircase, 10 inches of unpainted cinderblock on the walls before the older, decaying paint of an era even the archaic and and uninviting main floors have left behind. The door to the top level is a thick, unpainted steel door that is not ony unlocked but cracked open. Entering the top hallway they find no windows, no open railings to the atrium, walls of dulled, dirtied, and flaking ancient white paint, and only three doors visible. Two to the left, one to the right. The one on the right is actually open.
>>122132Would let Britannia wear eight ties and tell people she's an elder god
>>122133Well then she’ll start doing it in public
What does Midnight do?
>>122134Well, what's going on around her?
>>122135Midnight is anxious, but is soothed a bit by the hug. Loputu, previously in the bathroom, ventures out. He’s not frightened quite like before, but he’s anxious. Silver cane by, asking where Iron went, and left to go upstairs when no answer could be given.
In the main hall, several critically wounded griffins have been given some basic care to stop the bleeding. Jubilosa is tying down griffins to try to keep them from running or flying off, while Mala stands guard over all, occasionally growling.
The fires still burn, and the smell of burning oil grows stronger
>>122136Midnight looks for Silver or Blue Shekels to figure out what the group is doing next.
>>122137Silver said he went upstairs. Blue Shekels is not where she was previously on the second floor
>>122138Then I guess Midnight heads upstairs to find Silver
>>122139Second level shows nopony, but a seemingly dead griffin with a bolt in its back in the hallway to the right