/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>121586
"Not a single one? My, you must be in good graces with the hive to get away with such a bit reputation. Regardless, looks like I will have to get things in working order here. Let me talk to this Gemmy and maybe I can find out what is going on."

>>121587
>>121587
He is left looking something almost like pic related at Spark’s words
“We can make the quota if we can just stop the sabotage! The rains finally stopped…” he looks down and away, and then back up. Then he answers
“I think Zu Lang has him…”

>>121589
"Well... I think we can get things back up to speed soon if you let me work my magic. So... where is this Zu Lang?"

>>121590
"He's probably been provoked by your arrival. Maybe near your cart"

>>121591
Spark nods and heads to the cart.

>>121592
Outside of the wagon, looking in, is a peculiarly tempermental creature. A Changeling, of the dry, almost beatle like skin, wearing field grey.

>>121593
"Hello there. Are you Zu Lang?"

>>121594
The creature looks back at spark with red eyes that narrow on Spark
"Who are you?"

>>121595
"I'm here to get things back on track before you wind up with a crack down. I was told you had someone by the name of Gemmy. I need to ask some questions to figure out the source of the mishaps here."

>>121596
He narrows his eyes again. His solid, magenta eyes
"Yes... we do have a 'gemmy'."

>>121597
"Fantastic. Arrange for me to speak with him please."

>>121598
He tilts his head at him
"Perhaps.... who sent you here?"
\r

>>121599
"Your boss of course, from right over there. Or do you mean in the grander scheme of things?"

>>121600
"My boss? My boss? Is that what Otis told you? If anything I am his boss. I report to the Lieutenant General in Whinnysota"

>>121601
"He didn't tell me anything other than you are holding someone called Gemmy. Now, if you would like to report something decent for a change, I would be happy to fix this place up, but I'm going to need a chat with this rebel."

>>121602
His mouth opens, and emits a definite "hiss"

But he does not move forward, and means less aggressive response than expressing internal frustration.

"Yes.... He is up in the genderarme center in the town"

>>121603
"Thanks."
Spark makes sure the party is all inside their ride.

>>121604
This takes them out of the mine. Down the path that goes back up. Through the thin hundred yards of forest, and back into the lower town to the building across from the comapny building. A lone changeling stands outside. It looks like a normal Equestrian police station, with stone elements in the lower floor, and wood above. It must have been a police station not long ago. In a way it still is

>>121605
Spark heads towards the police station, hoping the changling isn't the attack on sight kind.

>>121609
Perhaps the changeling doesn't notice Spark?

Does the changeling outside look like this?

>>121615
>changeling swatter
If only it were that easy.

>>121616
Checked.
I meant more the design and cute bow.

>>121616
Spark approaches the building whenever you are ready.

>>121616
If you tickle a Changeling, it's forced to change back.

>>121615
I love that image.

>>121623
fluffs
Hi floof pone!

>>121624
is fluffed
Hi GM!

>>121624
Can Spark have fluffs?

>>121626
*fluffs the Spark pone*

>>121627
*is fluffed*

Merry Christmas!

>>121633
Merry Christmas!

>>121634
I hope you had a good one.

[sneaking past bug noises]

Is anypony here?

>>121639
I am now.

>>121639
Maybe we can play tomorrow?

Hopefully I will make some fan art for this game soon. I just need some free time.

Spark continues to investigate the building if he makes it past the changeling.

Alright ponies, are we about ready?

In the central hall of the square, stone and mortar, northern building of 33 Hoebuck, a large number of griffins congregate. They talk amongst each other, sometimes in groups of three or five where one or two personalities dominate, and the remainder listen, though more often in pairs, talking as creatures do in parties and large social settings. Their spirits tend to relaxed and sociable - at least where not excited by argument or heated conversation - and tend at worst to be bored. They chirp not in the cacophany of myriad languages plucked from all corners, as can be heard in the streets and markets of Red Heart, but overwhelmingly in the same, obtuse-sounding foreign language. Off to the side of the hall stand lone individuals. Some seem anxious. Some others, more introverted types by nature, hold with a single claw a small book that they read lines from. A couple more, new arrivals, enter the hall from the entrance closest to the street. All wear robed clothing, mostly red, less often white or brown, and always with a darker band around the beginning of the neck. Some wear headware, and like the robes, it is not a head wear typically seen in the streets. The group is uniformly griffin, excepting a zebra or two, and similar shades of brown, tan and yellow predominate.

In the Bathroom in the corner, and in the hallway, the party and their array of freed prisoners wait. Here, a mood of quiet anxiety pervades. Khoi Lua stands perhaps the strongest, quiet and expressionless, but even she seems to grind her teeth. Mala whimpers and lowers his ears, but then turns his head closer to Dark Star and Silver, and his ears return upright. Jubilosa stands tall, but her eyes focus on distant objects past the wall, and her lower beak is pulled back. White Sands lights another cigarette - where she got it, no one knows - and regularly looks off to the side, in any direction. Loputu takes it perhaps the least well, cowering in a corner, though he's been in such a poor state at least since the garbage chute.

In the center of the group of griffons, a single griffin in flowing dark red robes and with red cap stands on his hind two legs, and yells "Beachtung!" Most griffins turn their attention to him, and with a second "Beachtung," the remainder silence themselves, and turn to him. He then says, in that obtuse tongue, a small speech that all listen to. Upon the completion of this, he then is silent for a moment, looks around, and says, with only slight accent and in the Princess's Ponish:
"The Town congregation is inducting new members tonight and so has us separate until the first stages of their induction are completed. However, we will begin the ceremony as normal before the moon is directly overhead at midnight. We will head over collectively in six minutes."

>>121659
Silver looks over at his companions, feeling equally anxious about what's to come.

"Sounds like it is time. Come on, Goddesses will not give us second chance."

>>121660
Silver is in a delicate situation, as he has been assigned to handle the entrance next to the street-side exit. That means he'll have to run past another open doorway to get there.

Mala is Silver's assigned companion. He stands up, places his sheathed foreign sword over his shoulder, and looking to Silver, moves his tail from side to side slightly.

Also, you'll probably need to play Dark Star as well, who is with Blue Skies, going to the railing on the second floor to try to shoot down on them from above with his bow

>>121661
Let us get to that area before worrying about it too much. The unicorn scratches Mala behind the ears briefly before giving him a, "Come on, friend," and leading him to the doorway they need to pass by.

Dark Star smiles wickedly at Blue Skies. "Ready to get some target practice in?"

Can Silver use a Hide check to stay hidden while crossing the doorway?

>>121662
Mala smiles, then returns his face to a more serious expression, and slowly nods.

Blue Skies, calmer even then Khoi, looks from over the railing and back to Dark Star. Her expressionless mouth twists over to the side, then up into a malicious grin. “I’ve been practicing much of my life. Time to do what I was made to do.”

There isn’t really anywhere to hide, but he can roll luck with a dexterity modifier, which is basically the same thing

[1d20+4 = 11]
>>121663
Dark Star can't help but swoon. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He leads himself and Skies up and into position.

Dexterity: Silver tries to avoid detection while moving past the doorway.

moop?

>>121659
>>121660
Iron nods, shield and hoof bared.
"Alright, then. I'll move to my spot right away."
With that, the stallion beckons Khoi.
"Let us move."

>>121665
MOOP

Midnight is pared with Jubilosa, who stands tall if occasionally jittery at Midnight's side, armed with a machete

Meadows stands over to the side, looking somewhat tired, and almost oblivious to the situation

>>121664
Silver runs past, dragging a slightly noisier Mala behind him. There is no immediate sign that they have been noticed, not that they can be certain.

Blue Skies keeps her malicious grin, and now moves a step closer to Dark Star
"Not enough"

Light just a bit more yellow than preferred shines down big bulbs tacked on to the side of the walls, positioned as high as two stories up.

>>121666
She nods, slowly. Iron presumably equips the large white and black hide shield from the records room