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Occupied Equestria - Aftermath
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125000
125003 125017 126133
It looks like thinks are concluding in both the North, and in Baltimare
1731 replies and 24 files omitted.
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125409
125411
>>125408
Sense Motive to figure out their feelings and truthfulness!
[1d20+2 = 17]
<Sense Motive!
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125410
125412
>>125406
"Yeah yeah, what's going on? Are you with the Waterfront Gang?"

"Marefriend?! Do I look like any damn mare. I could take your concept of a marefriend and rip her to pieces!"
5eUV8
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No.125411
125412
>>125409
The female seems to be very much forthright in her expression of her opinion that she could rip a pony to pieces. She also seems to be generally in a bad mood.

The male is a bit fuzzier. He seems afraid, very much wants to get out of there, and does not seem to have any immediate motive to harm Iron. However, he doesn't look like he could restrain the female, nor does he seem entirely willing.

It's a strange case of reverse sexual di-morphism. She's bigger and more muscular than he is
\r
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125412
125413
>>125411
>>125410
Iron hums softly, looking rather confused at the sight of more powerfully built females than males before shrugging and looking at whatever is holding these gnolls inside the cage.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125413
125414
>>125412
The gnolls themselves are fairly injured, showing signs of cutting flesh wounds in he female, and a bullet wound in the male, as well as bleeding from evident bite marks on all four legs on both subjects. There is broken and chewed up rope on the floor. The cage itself seems to have a lock to it
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125414
125415
>>125413
Motioning Sands back and to brandish a weapon just in case, Iron prepares his head-crushing thighs in anticipation for the ensuing lock breaking.
"Alright, you can lead us to the exit and you can go scot free afterwards to do your own thing," he comments in preparation.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125415
125416
>>125414
"Iron?" Sands says
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125416
125417
>>125415
Iron looks at Sands expectantly, wondering what she'd want to say first before doing it.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125417
125418
>>125416
She comes up close to him, and whispers with irritation into his ear
Why are you helping them? These guys are assholes.
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125418
125419
>>125417
Iron raises an eyebrow, wondering what else she has to say.

Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125419
125420
>>125418
They were Maakie.... ugh, the 'well dressed griffin's' biggest enforcers. It's bad enough the unicorn already let the runt go"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125420
125421
>>125419
This sours Iron's expression quite a lot, as he was previously considering they were little less than scared and confused guards stuck inside the cage, eager to get this behind them.
"Is that so..." Iron mutters in dismay before shaking his head and relaxing his muscles, looking at the two gnolls in the cage for a good five seconds before starting to walk away from the two, not wanting to do anything with them.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125421
125422
>>125420
The female shouts to him
"Hey! You from the gang! The police will be looking for you too. I know they will. That's why you are looking to sneak out back instead of walking through the street"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125422
125423 125424
>>125421
Iron simply chuckles before looking back at her.
"I have friends in high places," he informs the hyena "so whatever snitching you may try will yield you nothing but disappointment, big mare."
His face turns dark, as he raises a foreleg.
"and your demise, as well, if you try."
[1d20+9 = 19]
<Intimidate
5eUV8
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No.125423
125424
[1d20+9 = 18]
>>125422
Opposed
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125424
125425
>>125422
>>125423
Perhaps if Iron had met her under different circumstances, her inner will would have won out. But as it is, she is stabbed, cut, only recently out of ties, locked in a cage, and she sees enemies coming from a direction from which she should expect friendly reinforcements.

As such, she folds, remaining silent and standing there. But her ears fall down
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125425
125426
>>125424
Hearing no retort from the hyena makes his lower his foreleg as he beckons Sands with his head, moving further into the corridor and leaving the two gnolls behind.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125426
125427
>>125425
Male:
"Come on! Don't leave us here! We can make it worth your while! Listen! I know the location of a wreck!..."

It's a bit harder to hear down the corridor as Iron goes into a stairwell tunnel that looks more like those catacombs under the vacant lot where the zombies were, than it looks like the rest of the building. Down at the bottom, is a particularly black room
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125427
125428
>>125426
(Only option is down...) he thinks to himself as he follows the directions towards the particularly dark room, looking at Sands to maybe see if she had magic sticks or light.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125428
125429
>>125427
"Let me light something..."

She takes a piece of the robe she is wearing, places it on the ground, places another piece in her teeth, and tugs, ripping a sleeve right off. She holds it in air with magic, pulls out a lighter from a belt pocket, and..
"click" lights it on fire

"The light won't last long"

Iron can see a room, not very large with high, arched ceiling, made of white stone. Most of it is water, with a ledge wide enough for two ponies. There is a small row boat, white with a red strip on the top of the side, up beside the ledge like it is a pier, with a rope lazily placed around a stake. At the end of the room is a circular tunnel with no lighting, with water at the bottom, and ig enough for the boat to travel through. The water doesn't look very deep, but it's almost opaque
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125429
125430
>>125428
Humming softly, Iron presuposes that they could either leave right now through the boat or travel the tunnels and maybe find a marehole to get out of the potential sewer system.
He relays his thought process to Sands, wondering what she'd think would work best.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125430
125431
>>125429
"There's only one way out" she says
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125431
125432
>>125430
"The floating wood thing there?" Iron asks
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125432
125433
>>125431
"No. Through the tunnel. Either way. Either that, or it's back upstairs"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125433
125434
>>125432
Nodding, he starts the trek through the tunnel, letting Sands lead on.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125434
125435
>>125433
Sands looks down into the opaque, muddy looking water of unknown depth that stretches between the edge of the dry area and the beginning of the tunnel, which itself is partly submerged in the same water.
"I think it's only appropriate that you go first on this, big stallion"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125435
125436
>>125434
Bonds can't help but look at the water in mild worry as he glances back at Sands. "Can you even hold what I have on me?" he asks as he starts to put down the suitcase and belt with both bindle and pouch still attached somewhat.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125436
125437
>>125435
She looks at him with a curious expression
"I don't... know. Why do you ask?"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125437
125438
>>125436
"Just in case," Iron responds before sinking his right hoof into the water.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125438
125439
>>125437
Iron plops down and "splash" the front of his muzzle goes into the water, and the top of his face is splashed and wet. But when Iron rights himself he finds that he can rather easily keep his head above water - infact, much of his head didn't get wet in the first place. Once he gets into the water, no longer angled down into it by his hind legs being on a higher platform, he finds it's two feet deep if even that. Iron can keep his barrel above water.
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125439
125440
>>125438
To ensure nothing funny was going to happen, Iron goes on a little trip to the beginning of the tunnel and back, reassuring Sands he'll come back as he does it, as well as asking her to keep her guard up.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125440
125441
>>125439
She winces
“The Fire is about to die....”

Iron can feel things under the water. Sometimes it is sand, sometimes it is decaying plant matter, and once he feels something press against him and dart, like a fish. Once or twice he feels something harder and sharper, like some artificial object

But iron makes his way forward. The water in the room is perhaps two feet, and the tunnel is no deeper, perhaps even a little higher. At the end, he can see a hold through where there were bars, and an opening to what looks like the harbor bay. Moonlight sleeps through the end, maybe 40 meters away
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125441
125442
>>125440
Having done his thing, Iron decides to pick up the stuff once more and beckons Sands forwards, muffled talk about light up ahead.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125442
125443
>>125441
As he does so, the light dies, and it goes black
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125443
125444 125445
>>125442
Unafraid, Iron trods forth in search of the moonlight at the end of the tunnel.
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125444
125445
>>125443
But before that, he hoofs over a towel for her to use as fuel for her flame trick.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125445
125446 125447
>>125444
>>125443
Sands takes a towel, and lights it up, trying to hold it in magic aura to prevent it from burning her

For that matter, she uses a towel, rather than a robe, to make the initial fire
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125446
125447
>>125445
Nodding, Iron trudges onwards towards the light he'd seen before with all the baggage on him.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125447
125448
>>125445
>>125446
Iron goes forward, down the tunnel, and to the entrance, where it exits out into Horseshoe Bay. To the right he can see the lights of Locust point and the passenger terminal there, as well as the lights of so many piers, houses and factories. Beyond that are the more scattered lights of the Southern shore, and its dark forests. To the left he can see the outline of the peninsula, with so many houses along the shore, the hills and houses above that, and at the very end, protruding into the bay, the lighthouse. In the bay are a pair of ships, probably freighters, and the lights of a few pleasure craft.

But what would interest him most is the boat that is just off shore, maybe a thousand feet if that. A vessel perhaps 90 feet in length, that looks almost military, with green stripes. It has a light, which it is shining forward, presumably over at the buildings of Hoebuck

Beneath Iron, there are some rocks before it becomes dee
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125448
125449
>>125447
Making sure to tell Sands to extinguish the flame, Iron softly retreats back into the drain, watching the boat while hidden in the darkness for any movements on the magic light or any ponies jumping out of it.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125449
125450
>>125448
It's moving forward at snail's pace. there are indeed ponies on deck, Pegasi. They are ooking back over at Hoebuck
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125450
125451
>>125449
Iron hums softly as he sees it move before picking up a rock from below him and flinging it towards the water away from the drain and into the sea to see their reaction.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125451
125452
>>125450
It looks like one of them looks down at he splash, and remains looking, before turning away after seeing nothing
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125452
125453
>>125451
Iron hums softly as he aims at the light itself with another rock after taking out and placing his baggage to the edge of the drain, as far away from any potential light soruces and water as possible, bucking the rock.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125453
125454
>>125452
He's attacking the search light on the ship?
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125454
125455
>>125453
Pfft. No. He's just 'convincing' it to shut off or look away for a bit.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125455
125456
>>125454
If he's going to try to destroy a search light on the deck of a patrol vessel, he's going to need to do an attack roll with some severe range penalty
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125456
125457
>>125455
Alright.
I'll do a roll with normal mod, then you decide the negative mod.
[1d20+10 = 18]
<Ranged Attack Mod
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125457
125458
>>125456
Miss. The rock lands pretty the ship, hitting the side, and bouncing off with a big "thunk"

There is yelling on the ship, and some pegasi reach for rifles and what appear to be submachine guns
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125458
125459
>>125457
Iron proceeds to become as small as possible, looking at what they'll do, beckoning Sands to keep quiet and hide as well.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125459
125460
>>125458
"Possible Sniper! Check the rooftops! Guns at the ready!"

A few of them get closer down on the ship, one of them mans a very, very large gun that is bolted down to the ship, and the light is moved to focus on what seem to be buildings to the left/North. All of them stand at more ready positions, clutching rifles, carbines, and submachine guns
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125460
125461
>>125459
Iron looks back to Sands, whispering to her.
"What does that mean?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125461
125462
>>125460
"They think your rock was someone shooting at them. Tell me. Were there hornet nests back in that jungle where you came from? Did you plop your ass right up next to them, and buck them? Because these ponies can fly, and their bullets will sting a hell of a lot harder than any hornet"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125462
125463
>>125461
"Oh," Iron lets out "They will probably calm down if they do not find anyone to sting, then."
With that, Iron keeps his gaze on the boat, wondering what they'll do now.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125463
125464
>>125462
It does seem to calm down after the passage of perhaps a minute with no further loud sounds. They start to stand up from their positions in cover. Though the light maintains an interest on the high points, it drifts down on a few occasions lower, though not yet as low as the waterline or seawall
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125464
125465
>>125463
Seeing their new patrol pattern makes Iron a bit more hopeful that they could slink on through the guards' gaze.
Donning on the equipment once more, he looks at the potential paths at his dispostal from the storm drain.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125465
125466
>>125464
Iron can see a few, although admittedly only a few. The water before him becomes deep quickly, perhaps six or seven feet, and eventually dropping off further. To the right are some rocks that lead up to the land. To the left is an open walkway next to a seawall.

Further over, to the left, a few hundred meters away, is a small pier and a very small yacht. To the right, further away, is what looks like a factory that comes closer to the water, with a smaller concrete pier up against the water, and a narrower stretch of grass between the building and the seawall
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125466
125467
>>125465
Iron fixes his gaze, pointing Sands towards it, before glancing back at the boat, wondering if it's going the opposite direction.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125467
125468
>>125466
They are sort of going the same direction, although the boat is basically holding position. She looks concerned
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125468
125469
>>125467
Humming softly, he ponders on how to divert their course, turning to Sands.
"Any ideas to drive away the boat?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125469
125470
>>125468
"That boat is staying there all night, or at least until there is something more interesting in some different part of the bay"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125470
125471
>>125469
Sensing this'll mean the boat will essentially stay there until he manages to feign an actual sniper shot on the other side of the factory, he shakes his head before licking his lips, measuring the distance to jump.
He looks at Sands, wondering if she'd have objections to this course of action.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125471
125472
>>125470
"What are we going to do when we get up top though?"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125472
125473
>>125471
"It would still be to get out of the scene and into the Watering Hole," he responds "Do you think they may be waiting up there?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125473
125474
>>125472
"No, I'm talking about what happens when we get to ground level. We'd be even closer to the building than we are now, and we'd be out in the open... Or at least, we might be"
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125474
125475
>>125473
"What about the left path, then?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125475
125476
>>125474
”It’s much better because we’d be against a grey background rather than standing on open ground, and they won’t be looking quite as intensely... but it basically amounts to just walking out in the open, right in front of them”
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125476
125477
>>125475
Hearing Sands' words, Iron them proceeds to aim his body to the left of him.
"Alright, I will trust your advice," he responds, looking at the different trajectory he could take.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125477
125478
>>125476
It’s basically a concrete pathway between the water and the seawall. It doesn’t extend all the way to the neighboring property - there are more rocks - but it goes a significant proportion of that distance. The most disturbing thing is that it is completely exposed with no cover unless iron changes his mind about not wanting to get wet. At least the grey seawall isn’t really that different in color from iron’s coat, of Sand’s snow white
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125478
125479 125481
>>125477
After looking at it for a bit, Iron decides to nod and turns to Sands. "We will go that way, then," he concludes before hopping down to the leftmost pathway.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125479
125480 125481
>>125478
There is no stealth on that path. The one and in it way to remain undetected is to hope that nopony happens to catch them moving out of the corner of their eye, and look directly at them. At least the small waves and action of the water cover sounds
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125480
125482
>>125479
Breathing softly, Iron slowly walks the path with the baggage on him in the hopes of finally getting out of the police's gaze, into Cauldron's hooves and treated enough for him to rest up and be fine the next day.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125481
125483
>>125478
>>125479
“I’m... not going to risk it.”
She throws off her robe onto the ground, appearing almost naked besides a tie and the belt, carrying the rifles. She looks into the water, dips a hoof in
“If it weren’t for customs... there’s no way I’d ever get in water that cold.”
She moves more of her for legs, then more, then all four hooves are submerged. She goes in a little more and... slips into her side, falling into the water, thankfully without too much of a splash.”

“Gahuhuhhuh!”
Her head pops up, then she places it back down closer to the water”

“I’ll... I’ll swim alongside you”
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125482
125483
>>125480
Roll luck
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125483
125484
>>125482
>>125481
[1d20 = 11]
<Luck
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125484
125485
>>125483
Hmmm.... he could traverse at least the second half.

Roll another
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125485
125486
>>125484
[1d20 = 2]
<Luck pls don't do dis
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125486
125487
>>125485
The sound of talking, and the light is definitely being lowered
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125487
125488
>>125486
Iron, afraid of being spotted, decides to slink downwards into the water to avoid being spotted.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125488
125489
>>125487
Iron dives into the water, two feet at a time to reduce the splash.

Iron doesn’t entirely understand what Sands was complaining about, as the water is well above freezing. Still, it is very cold, at least as much as the water from the lake in his dream, and colder than all but the high mountain streams. It’s terrible color, being brown and opaque, not much visible past the first foot, and the silt-filled water has a disgusting smell of salt, dead plant matter, and a hint of petrol. Iron down few through what seems to be Sand’s tail. She has dived her head down
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125489
125491
>>125488
Breathing in deeply, Iron sinks his head just like Sands, waiting for that damn light to go away.
Anonymous
exzfJ
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No.125490
125491
>>125260
Brie thinks for a moment. "Danke Fultoni. Sie waren außerordentlich hilfreich. Eine letzte Frage. Mit Lang und ... habe ich schon seinen Namen vergessen, mit ihnen tot, wer befehligt den Gendarm?"

Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125491
125492 125555
>>125489
Iron pulls down the briefcase under the water, and possibly his bathrobes bag as well

>>125490

“Das sollte sein ... Drohne zweihundert siebenundachtzig von Yaria und Lepitus, auch bekannt als Macrurus. Er sollte die Polizeistation sein.“


Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125492
125493
>>125491
Iron also stops his movement until that blasted light goes away.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125493
125494
>>125492
roll swim
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125494
125495
>>125493
[1d20+10 = 15]
<Swim
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125495
125496
>>125494
Iron pulls himself down, under the water as the light shines above. It sorts of hurts to keep his eyes open in the water, but necessary. Iron likewise pulls the bag down, under the water. He can feel movement, she the hair in his face pulls away. Sands is swimming forward
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125496
125497
>>125495
Seeing Sands go onwards makes Iron feel like he should, too, thinking the guards somehow saw him right there. Ergo he follows her.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125497
125498
>>125496
Another swim roll
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125498
125499 125500 125501
>>125497
[1d20+10 = 23]
<Swim
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125499
125502
>>125498
He moves forward some distance hard to tell how far
9fGuh
?
No.125500
125502
[1d2 = 2]
>>125498

Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125501
125502
>>125498
There is no light lighting up the water above Iron
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125502
125503
>>125501
>>125500
>>125499
Iron slowly but surely peeks his eyes out to survey the situation.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125503
125504
>>125502
There is a light nearby in the water. He can’t tell what Sands is doing, but he thinks he sees her horn for a moment
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125504
125505
>>125503
He continues to swim with his eyes over the water, being sure to keep an eye out at light as he navigates along the concrete pathway in the water.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125505
125506
>>125504
The light starts to move down
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125506
125507
>>125505
Iron sinks his head back down inside the water slowly, just in case, swimming along the concrete pathway still.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125507
125508
>>125506
Iron is nearing what would be the end of the seawall. It’s still some ways to go before they get to the yacht and the pier. Sands seems to mostly stay underwater, though her horn pokes out of the water often. Once, she is seen sticking her muzzle up, and breathing. The bag and the briefcase are more than a bit of hinderance, popping up out of the water with Iron

Roll more se
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125508
125509
>>125507
I assume that last word is 'swim'
[1d20+10 = 27]
<Swim
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125509
125510
>>125508
Alright, Iron pulls the briefcase and the bag away, off the property. Iron now has an opportunity to hide behind obstacles - the back of a boat, wooden piers, and larger rocks near the shore
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125510
125511
>>125509
Iron chooses to hide under the wooden piers, knowing such a place should provide a decent amount of cover.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125511
125512
>>125510
Sands pops up, under the pier, with a loud, sucking gasp

Her full head and wet mane are visible now
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125512
125513
>>125511
Iron slinks up the water up to the head, quickly inspecting if the boat was still nearby.
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125513
125514
>>125512
The cutter is a little further away now, both because Iron has moved further north, and because the boat had gone further south. But it’s still nearby, and it’s still hanging around
Anonymous
InxGd
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No.125514
125516
>>125513
Iron turns to Sands. "Alright, I think we have lost them," hw whispers, now surveying the paths available. "Do you see any routes that might be feasible to walk on?"
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125515
125522
>>125403
She nods

Loputu: “Alright”
Anonymous
9fGuh
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No.125516
125517
>>125514
She doesn’t exactly whisper

“No, but there’s bound to be stairs or a ramp somewhere”
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125517
125518
>>125516
Nodding, Iron starts to look for them.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125518
125519
>>125517
Stairs, a little further down
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125519
125520
>>125518
Iron dogpaddles towards the stairs, intent on finally getting towards the Watering Hole.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125520
125521
>>125519
She follows
“Careful, there will be police on the street as well

In front of iron, and somewhat to the left, is a two story building with an external walkway and a metal roof, looks like a set of shops. There is grass, disturbed ground, sand and a cart-trailer. There is another smaller rectangular building to the right, perhaps shops. All of the buildings are closed, with only a single light on outside the shops
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125521
125523
>>125520
Iron ponders as to which direction he should go in order to make progress in his quest to reach the Watering Hole.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125522
125525
>>125515
Silver checks up on Khoi and Jubilosa.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125523
125524
>>125521
To the left, he’s back on Hoebuck street towards 33 Hoebuck. To the right, the road eventually dead ends, but roads cut across the grid and links it to other streets
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125524
125526
>>125523
Iron opts to go to the right, looking for any streets that may lead him to his main objective, sticking to the shadows.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125525
125527
>>125522
Khoi is moving around checking bodies. Jubilosa is sitting down, leaning her back against the wall and hanging her head
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125526
125528
>>125524
Before he crosses, there is still the matter of the road being closed down. Iron is barely a block away from the four police carts and a truck outside of 33 Hoebuck
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125527
125529
>>125525
Silver decides to go check up on Jubilosa first.

"Hey. Is everything alright?"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125528
125529
>>125526
Iron stops and surveys the landscape for any viable distractions.
9fGuh
?
No.125529
125530 125531
>>125527
“Aside from the cult sacrifices, mass grave, evil sorcerer, getting stabbed, being exploded, being 5000 kilometers from home, the dark gods and representatives of multiple fascist governments? It’s fine. It’s fine”

>>125528
Distractions are harder to come by. Across the street is a warehouse. On this side are a set of small commercial buildings, and row houses further down the street. It looks like a street does cross, a block or so up
\r
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125530
125532
>>125529
Silver looks up at her.

"Would you like hug?"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125531
125532
>>125529
Iron looks about for a small projectile to buck, looking at the furthest of the row houses.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125532
125533 125534
>>125530
She picks her head up, and looks at him
“Hugging strangers isn’t often done where I am from....”

>>125531
Breaking windows further the right and north is possible, though that would bring police officers that are to the south of Iron even closer
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125533
125535
>>125532
Huffing in mild annoyance, he instead decides to look at the inside of the nearest shop to the right, wondering if they might be able to transport him along the street without being seen.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125534
125535
>>125532
"Oh. I thought we had at least gone to acquintance stage...nevermind then."
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125535
125536 125539
>>125533
The buildings are not uniform in shape or distance from the street. It looks like hugging closer to the buildings may make it harder to see him from the street

Sands leans in
“Iron? I don’t have the robe. I can’t hide the guns”

>>125534
“Well...”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125536
125537
>>125535
"Anyways, about your troubles...you will need some money, yes? For food, lodging, and eventually travel to Aquiliea?"
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125537
125538 125540
>>125536
“Most likely, I think. Yes”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125538
125541
>>125537
Silver nods, goes through his bags for a few seconds, and pulls out 500 Bits worth of notes for her.

"Here."
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125539
>>125535
Iron passes the rest of the towels, hoping they will do enough.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125540
>>125537
Silver seems a little upset at Jubilosa's claim of them being strangers, but he's trying to hide it behind a smile.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125541
125542 125543
>>125538
She is covered in towels. She looks up at him in acknowledgement of the pitiful sight. A pony on the streets at night, covered in bath towels. The outlines of the long guns can kind of be seen under the towels

>>125538
“I don’t know if I can accept that much...” she says
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125542
125544
>>125541
He continues to hold it out for her.

"Please, I insist. It is least I could do to help you."
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125543
125544
>>125541
Figuring it'll have to do, Iron beckons Sands to move along the edges of the buildings, doing their best to look like dishelved hobos, since they've been drenching themselves in dirty, polluted water.
Anonymous
9fGuh
?
No.125544
125545 125546
>>125542
The griffin looks up, right at Silver with her yellow eyes, forms a wrinkled smile, seems to develop tears... then leans over, and hugs the pony

>>125543
That, they are. It feels cold, and Sands complains

Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125545
125547
>>125544
In both a caring gesture as well as to further sell the scene, he drapes a foreleg around her shoulders as they walk, hopefully giving Sands some heat through body contact as they exit the police scene.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
?
No.125546
125547
>>125544
Silver smiles, and hugs his griffon friend back."
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125547
125548 125694
>>125546
For the second time that night, the griffin is hugged. This time, she cries into SIlver's floof, and not Khoi's

>>125545
And so he does. He stumbles forward carrying a bag on a stick, a briefcase, covered in bandages, and with a leg over the unicorn's shoulder. Sands is covered in towels, and has the outlines of something big and long over her back. Both are soaking wet. It's past 1:00 AM, and they are roaming the streets, carefully hugging the right side of the road for several blocks, until, when it seems clear, they dash over to the right side, and down a road that cuts westward deeper into town
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125548
125549
>>125547
Huffing softly as his time is running out acording to himself, he tries to think possible ways to reach the Watering Hole in one piece with all his stuff.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125549
125550
>>125548
Well... He has vague memories of when he walked to near here from Black Cauldron's apartment, and he kind of remembers the round about walk from the Eastside tavern

Probably a wisdom roll
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125550
125551
>>125549
[1d20+2 = 16]
<Wisdom check
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125551
125552
>>125550
He realizes he just has to walk to a certain street before he's on familiar territory, and he can keep walking thereafter
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125552
125553
>>125551
With the path set on his mind, Iron starts moving once more towards his goal before this drug leaves his body.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125553
>>125552
But does the suspicious looking pair get harassed by either criminal elements or the police? I need a pair of luck rolls
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125554
125557
[1d20 = 1]
<Luck
[1d20 = 6]
<Roll
Anonymous
P5T1S
?
No.125555
125556
>>125491
"Nochmals vielen Dank Fultoni"
Brie sets out to speak to this Macrurus.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125556
125560
>>125555
Damn it, I missed the opportunity to shitpost on quads

Brie goes down the road, passing by Zu Lang's corpse and a pair of Gendarme drones scurrying forward. He goes up the hill to the town, where a pair of ponies, looks like a mare and a stallion, look over in curiosity at the scene before them. On the road a drone yells "Curfew begins soon, off the roads unless you have business" at ponies on the road, who trot about at pace. Going into the Police station, a couple drones rush in, as a earth pony mare secretary has a look of concern
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125557
125558
>>125554
As Sands and Iron walk through the neighborhoods, past drunken walkers, loud conversations in groups, dead-looking trees and and dimly lit streets, they turn the corner to see a patrolling stallion who, through Iron's limited interactions with the city, he can recognize as a police officer, in dark blue uniform and cap. They try to walk past him, but he stares at them, before turning around and speaking to them
"Where are you two off to?"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125558
125559
>>125557
Iron blinks slowly, half-lidded eyes looking towards the officer.
"I was planning to go to the bar," he answers somewhat tiredly "after all the walking around I had to do."
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125559
125561
>>125558
The officer pulls out a baton, stretches it, and pokes the briefcase
“A briefcase and a billet. And”
He looks over to Sands
“Towels?”
Then back to Iron
“Now where are you coming from?”
Anonymous
ZUJOu
?
No.125560
125562
>>125556
"Hello again. I'm looking for Macrurus." Brie smiles disingenuously politely.
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125561
125562
>>125559
Iron blinks once more, sighing softly. "I am coming from..." he pauses, blinking tiredly before pointing at a random direction, as he isn't knowledgable of street names. "there?"
Iron proceeds to shake his head a bit. "We are trying to get by with what we can find, sir," he continues "we are covered in dirty water and it is freezing out here, I can have a drink after a good haul at the docks."
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125562
125563 125566
>>125560
The mare is kind of confused, but says to Brie
"He - he should be upstairs right now. There is some sort of emergency"

>>125561
"'A good haul,' you say? Because you have the briefcase of a business professional, the billet of a homeless person, you have a mare with you, and you're covered in seawater. All of that seems more than a little off to me. You didn't happen to, oh, I don't know, snatch that briefcase off a businessman and jump in the water to evade capture, did you?"
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125563
125564
>>125562
Brie opens his mouth to respond for a moment, but ends up staring slack-jawed at the secretary. He closes his mouth and begins heading up the stairs unceremoniously.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125564
125565
>>125563
No one stops to question Brie in this moment, not for a lack of people present. A pony rushes past him down the stairs, A drone rushes upwards. It's whitewash walls, tile floors, and wooden stairs up to the second level, where a set of offices split off of a room. A room directly ahead has two drones rush into it, wearing field grey and white fur
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125565
125567
>>125564
"Beruhigen Sie sich" Brie says, continuing toward the most official looking room/office/whatever.

Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125566
125567
>>125562
Iron shakes his head. "I have not," he answers truthfully "I found it floating on the water under the docks, finding nothing aside from a few papers that looked brownish. I had to get a little dirty in order to take it, which is why I am soaked."
He pauses slightly, glancing over at Sands to help out with his testimony before returning his gaze to the officer.
[1d20+1 = 2]
<Bluff roll
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125567
125568 125570
>>125565
Brie moves down the hall, and at the end finds an office with glass walls and blinds on a corner. It's definitely the biggest.

Inside is a big, wooden desk (no fancy veneer though), with a black leather chair, windows on two walls, filing cabinets and a big, white flag with some kind of black and green markings on it. But there is nocreature in this room

>>125566
"Uh huh. I'm going to have to do a search for stolen goods or weapons. You're free to go if nothing is found."
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125568
125569
>>125567
Iron looks suspiciously at the 'officer', considering that being searched like that is justifiably a reason to protest.
"On what authority do you base your ability to 'search' ponies like it is your privilege?" he demands "How can I trust a random pony to look at my stuff and get away with taking the stuff I've found just because he is dressed in a particular way?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125569
125571
>>125568
He raises an eyebrow
“Hoof it over”
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125570
125572
>>125567
Brie takes a seat (in the obvious power chair) and waits.
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125571
125572
>>125569
Iron simply stares at the officer questioningly instead, untrusting of this 'officer' pony.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125572
125573 125574
>>125571
And he pulls the briefcase out of Iron’s muzzle

>>125570
He may do so, but nothing happens at minimum for a few minutes
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125573
125575 125576 125578
>>125572
Oh yeah?
[1d20+10 = 14]
<Strength Check
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125574
125575
>>125572
That's fine
5eUV8
?
No.125575
125576 125579
[1d20+3 = 19]
[1d3 = 3]
>>125574
A drone rushes in, and pulls something off the desk in front of Brie. It takes a moment, but when he pulls away he slows down, and looks back at Brie
“Are you looking for Zu Lang?”

>>125573
Iron doesn’t have ten strength. Maybe 7

The pony pulls back the on the briefcase, then Sabds yells
“Are you with the fascists?”
Irritated, he responds
“No!”
Sands growls to Iron “stop it, you’ll piss him off”
Then she yells to him,
“Then who are you with?”
“Baltimare PD, what does it look like?”
5eUV8
?
No.125576
125577
[1d20+7 = 11]
>>125573
>>125575
The stallion succeeds, and pulls away the Briefcase

Sands
"It'... we're with the Resistance"
5eUV8
?
No.125577
125578
[1d20 = 3]
>>125576

Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125578
125589
>>125573
>>125577
He pulls away the briefcase, and looks back to White Sands
"There was a drop off of something. Information, we think, but we don't know what. We didn't open it. It was thrown in the water and we dove in to retrieve it. We were going to deliver it to the PON. Please don't mind my friend here. He's an Anarchist, if you didn't already know"
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125579
125580 125581
>>125575
"No, I have him right here." He says gesturing to one of the heads. "I'm waiting for Marcrurus."
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125580
>>125579
He looks concerned
"O..... Kay. He's in his office right now"
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125581
125582
>>125579
"And I'll need that file you just nabbed." He smiles disingenuously again.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125582
125583
>>125581
He looks back at Brie
"Who are you?"
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125583
125584
>>125582
"I'm the bat that the Queen sent to put things right around here. And you are?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125584
125585
>>125583
He stands up straight, and answers,
"Drohne Vier Zwei Drei Von Yaria und Lepitus"
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125585
125586
>>125584
"Sehr gut vier zwei drei, die Datei?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125586
125587
>>125585
Still standing straight, a green glow encapsulates the file, and brings it through the air closer to Brie

Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125587
125588
>>125586
"Vielen Dank. Ich hätte es ignoriert, aber ich interessiere mich immer für Dinge, die andere schnell unter meinem Snoot herausholen."
He begins to look the file over.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125588
125590
>>125587
He starts to move back, away and out of the room. But he stops, and stands there, still looking at Brie

The file concerns orders of Love acquisition from the areas of Haysabi and the Onibwe Nation. It looks like the area can substitute its love quota for a certain amount of Taconite above its Taconite Quota
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125589
125591
>>125578
Iron keeps quiet, still looking at the officer in moderate suspicion.
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125590
125591
>>125588
Brie closes the file and hands it over, while making a mental note of "Taconite?" and then resumes a only mildly irritated posture.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125591
125592 125593
>>125590
"Macrurus is in his office..."
He takes the file, and leaves the room, with a kind of uncertainty

>>125589
The officer opens the Briefcase, and looks in
Sands: "We weren't sure who we could trust"
He looks through the documents in the Briefcase
"You don't want to help the Fascists, do you?"
He peers through more
Sands: "And that's it"

He closes the briefcase, and places it down on the ground, next to Iron
"Have a nice night"

He walks off
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125592
125594
>>125591
Brie sits in contemplation wondering not entirely but moderately, how long is this Macrurus going to make me wait?
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125593
125594
>>125591
Iron lets out a small breath once the officer got out of earshot before picking the bag up, looking appreciatedly at Sands before nodding at her, beckoning her to keep moving, lest they get stopped again for the night.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125594
125595 125596
>>125592
Brie is there, waiting longer. Longer and longer, several minutes. And several minutes more pass when a drone comes in,
"Someone said you were looking for me?"

>>125593
Another dice roll...
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125595
125597
>>125594
[1d20 = 12]

Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125596
125597
>>125594
"Ah yes. You must be Macrurus?"
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125597
125598 125599
>>125595
Iron walks down a main thoroughfare, but finds it: The Watering Hole. Even well past 1 AM, it is still busy, though the patrons look even more drunk at this time

>>125596
He blinks
"Yes. Who are you?"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125598
125600 125601
>>125597
Breathing softly, he attempts to enter the establishment to find a table in order to lure Cauldron in.
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125599
125600
>>125597
"Brie Achtzig-Sechs. A pleasure. Congratulations on your promotion by the way." Cordially, Brie stands to greet the drone.
5eUV8
?
No.125600
125604
[1d2 = 2]
>>125598
THE DICE GODS SHALL DECIDE TABLE AVAILABILITY AT A RESTAURANT

>>125599
He offers a hoof to shake
"Thank you"
He too, has an uncertain expression
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125601
125602
>>125598
It's pretty crowded, but there is a seat at the bar

Sands:
"Alright.... we're here. Now what do we do?"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125602
125603
>>125601
"We wait," Iron concludes, hoping Cauldron herself isn't too spooked off by the appearance of a sudden unicorn mare on his side.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125603
125605
>>125602
It's hard to say how long passes, but the overworked bartender does not get to Iron before he hears
"What happened?"
From behind
Anonymous
0B6DO
?
No.125604
125606
>>125600
Brie accepts the hoof-shake, silently thinking 'ah, someone around here has manners'.
"I'm preparing a debrief for the Queen regarding the situation here. First and foremost, I would like to know if you have any pertinent information that you feel should be included. In particular I'm looking to address what preventative measures might have avoided this situation. For example, there are some drones who noticed changes in Lang and his associates, but seemed,... shall we say,... reluctant to make an issue out of it. Additionally, I'm interested in any compounds or substances that Lang may have come into contact with that may have caused his and their transformations."
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125605
125606 125607
>>125603
Iron turns his head around to ensure it's the zebra he's looking for.
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125606
125607 125608 125611
>>125604
"Oh..." He starts to almost frown. "For preventative measures... communication occurs only between equals. Hierarchy is not conducive to honesty... Don't tell the queen I said that, though. As for where it came from... I'm assuming you're talking about what happened in the mine. We never figured it out. I think they suffered nerve damage that affected their shape-shifting from this paralysis poison the natives put on their arrows. But I would hardly be a surprise if it were something more directly supernatural, like a curse. The ponies can do that, at least we think some of them can, and we have no idea what the natives can do"

>>125605
Indeed it is, none other than the Zebra mare. She's larger than White Sands, and definitely more muscular and less.... skinny
Anonymous
5eUV8
?
No.125607
125608
>>125605
>>125606
"What happened to you?"
She looks him up and down
"You look pretty bad"
Anonymous
InxGd
?
No.125608
125609
>>125606
>>125607
"Room. Now," Iron requests tiredly "Much to discuss."