Occupied Equestria is an RP campaign set in a post-Equestria Equestria, where the princesses are gone, as are the Elements of Harmony. Gone, temporarily at least, but not by any means forgotten.
New players are welcome.
Fantasy Play has a few "kitties" to cuddle with
Brie has a Changeling Queen to negotiate with
Iron has some gangsters to beat
Silver has some follow up to do
Amber is exploring her new home
Spark is either looking for forest demons, or negotiating the fate of a tribe of Wolves
Midnight has more cultists to kill
Onyx has a colt to look after
Dark Star has some communists to kill
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>131679
She watches the waves break against the seawall for half a minute before deciding to step onto the dock. She steps down only with her forehooves at first, making sure the old wooden structure is safe before continuing onwards. She approaches the sailboat first, but not so close that it looks like she's trespassing or interfering with its operation.
She watches the waves break against the seawall for half a minute before deciding to step onto the dock. She steps down only with her forehooves at first, making sure the old wooden structure is safe before continuing onwards. She approaches the sailboat first, but not so close that it looks like she's trespassing or interfering with its operation.
>>131680
"No. No. No... We provided a service by ferrying creatures across to where they wanted to be, taking them around customs and their own governments. Of course they didn't usually have the money upfront so they would work after they arrived to pay us. 'Indentured servitude,' your people used to call it. You know how it works. But it's hard to keep track of them that long and the local gangs here didn't cooperate much on that. That's why I wanted this building. It was built for that. So I rented it out, and then I found a group of griffins wanting to travel out of the Herzland... The owner took an interest, and, well, every now and then a migrant wouldn't be able to work, or wouldn't want to work. And then later we would just start taking those who couldn't pay us back. It's a bit... slippery... but I was just a trafficker, or a sweatshop owner. There are many sweatshop owners out there. I am just a businessgriff, same as your 'legitimate' entrepreneurs. That is what you must understand..."
>>131681
The dock is perfectly solid. The sailboat is wooden, and covered in a white paint. Maybe 25 feet. It's probably a private pleasure boat, but it can definitely be used for fishing.
"No. No. No... We provided a service by ferrying creatures across to where they wanted to be, taking them around customs and their own governments. Of course they didn't usually have the money upfront so they would work after they arrived to pay us. 'Indentured servitude,' your people used to call it. You know how it works. But it's hard to keep track of them that long and the local gangs here didn't cooperate much on that. That's why I wanted this building. It was built for that. So I rented it out, and then I found a group of griffins wanting to travel out of the Herzland... The owner took an interest, and, well, every now and then a migrant wouldn't be able to work, or wouldn't want to work. And then later we would just start taking those who couldn't pay us back. It's a bit... slippery... but I was just a trafficker, or a sweatshop owner. There are many sweatshop owners out there. I am just a businessgriff, same as your 'legitimate' entrepreneurs. That is what you must understand..."
>>131681
The dock is perfectly solid. The sailboat is wooden, and covered in a white paint. Maybe 25 feet. It's probably a private pleasure boat, but it can definitely be used for fishing.
>>131682
Is there anypony on or near the sailboat who is visible or can be heard from the dock? If not Amber will go to the motorboat.
Is there anypony on or near the sailboat who is visible or can be heard from the dock? If not Amber will go to the motorboat.
>>131690
"I just do not want anything even remotely like this happening again if I let you go."
Silver inspects Maakie's wounds, while he's there.
"I just do not want anything even remotely like this happening again if I let you go."
Silver inspects Maakie's wounds, while he's there.
>>131691
He is wounded pretty badly with multiple stabs and cuts, and has lost a lot of blood. All of his wounds are covered in matter feathers, fur or clothes soaked in blood.
He is wounded pretty badly with multiple stabs and cuts, and has lost a lot of blood. All of his wounds are covered in matter feathers, fur or clothes soaked in blood.
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Okay ponies, who is here this weekend?
>>131687
Through the tinted brown glass of the motor boat's cabin, Amber can see the face of a unicorn move up. She's a bright white, with a mane that might be some shade of orange, hard to tell through the tint, and she seems to be very young. A filly.
Through the tinted brown glass of the motor boat's cabin, Amber can see the face of a unicorn move up. She's a bright white, with a mane that might be some shade of orange, hard to tell through the tint, and she seems to be very young. A filly.
>>131727
She looks back at her with a blank, perhaps even scared expression, keeping her head in that position for a number of seconds. Then she moves her head to the side, and to where a wall blocks Amber's vision of her
She looks back at her with a blank, perhaps even scared expression, keeping her head in that position for a number of seconds. Then she moves her head to the side, and to where a wall blocks Amber's vision of her
>>131693
"Can I make it? Make where? As it is, I am likely to become infected. What do you mean 'can I make it'?"
"Can I make it? Make where? As it is, I am likely to become infected. What do you mean 'can I make it'?"
Amber frowns and puts her hoof back down. Did I scare her? She decides to wait in place for a little while to see what happens and starts to whistle a little ditty.
>>131732
Now, the Unicorn stands up, and moves to the already open door on the cabin, and pokes her head out. Her mane is burnt orange and definitely well enough groomed. Her purple eyes stare almost blankly at Amber with trimmed eye lashes. She is definitely much younger than Amber, appearing to be an adolescent.
Now, the Unicorn stands up, and moves to the already open door on the cabin, and pokes her head out. Her mane is burnt orange and definitely well enough groomed. Her purple eyes stare almost blankly at Amber with trimmed eye lashes. She is definitely much younger than Amber, appearing to be an adolescent.
>>131733
Amber stays where she is but asks, hopefully loud enough to be heard, "Is this your boat? It's really nice."
Amber stays where she is but asks, hopefully loud enough to be heard, "Is this your boat? It's really nice."
>>131734
She turns her head, looking at Amber awkwardly. She speaks to her, with a kind of quick partly afraid, partly defensive, and partly annoyed voice
“No. But I am here with the permission of the owner.”
She turns her head, looking at Amber awkwardly. She speaks to her, with a kind of quick partly afraid, partly defensive, and partly annoyed voice
“No. But I am here with the permission of the owner.”
I can't help but imagine a posh British child's accent with that use of language
>>131735
Amber is looking a bit awkward and uncertain. "Oh, I just found this dock and wanted to look at the boats. I've never been to sea myself, you see."
>>131735
Amber is looking a bit awkward and uncertain. "Oh, I just found this dock and wanted to look at the boats. I've never been to sea myself, you see."
>>131737
"Oh, I don't have a doubt about that! Don't worry though, I just wanted to look and not touch. Do you go sailing much?"
"Oh, I don't have a doubt about that! Don't worry though, I just wanted to look and not touch. Do you go sailing much?"
>>131729
"Can you make it to where you are wanting to go without dying?, or will you need medical treatment?"
"Can you make it to where you are wanting to go without dying?, or will you need medical treatment?"
>>131741
She remains standing in that position with her body sideways across the entryway
“Well” she turns her head, looking away
“Not all that pleasant. The boat rocks a lot, for one thing. Makes me feel queasy. Then there’s the smell of the sea. It was kind of tense. I like being on solid ground.”
She remains standing in that position with her body sideways across the entryway
“Well” she turns her head, looking away
“Not all that pleasant. The boat rocks a lot, for one thing. Makes me feel queasy. Then there’s the smell of the sea. It was kind of tense. I like being on solid ground.”
>>131742
Amber nods. "I agree and even heroes in adventure novels sometimes get seasick. If you don't mind my asking, how did you get your cutie mark? I've never seen anything quite like it."
Amber nods. "I agree and even heroes in adventure novels sometimes get seasick. If you don't mind my asking, how did you get your cutie mark? I've never seen anything quite like it."
>>131743
She turns her head, and looks away, then down, until her eyes fix on what seems to be a spot in the wooden planks of the pier, or perhaps past it
"I remember that day" her voice takes on a lighter tone. "There was a storm. Spun off a hurricane further south. I was with a large group of foals in a room on the lower level. It had been used for laundry, there were no windows. I ended up mixed with some of the younger foals. The wind rattled and shoo the walls. Then came the lightning. The thunder was almost constant, like a rolling barrage. When the shelling came two years later, well, it was a lot like that. There were two nuns with us in the laundry room, but there was a leak or a broken window, or something, they had to leave, and I was one of the oldest left in the room. The young colts and fillies... They couldn't really handle it, with no adults in the room. Some of them curled up in shirts and sheets and other assorted dirty clothing. That only made them feel a little better. So I went up to them, and sang to them the hymm of the Gusty the Great, then the ballad of Airy Jade. I picked up one colt, I could tell that colt, with the little brown patch around the eye, he never quite accepted that his mother wasn't coming to get him - I picked him up, and rocked him, like I saw a nun do with a younger child. He was actually too old for that kind of thing, but it was an unusual circumstance. I tried to comfort him. They all needed comforting when one of the two candles went out. Room was almost completely dark, they didn't like that. But I started to tell a story, the one about Mist Mark and the cave, and they listened as best as they could, and then eventually another colt started speaking as well, until we had something like a campfire story circle going, occasionally singing songs. Most of the younger foals didn't say anything. Some of them tried to sing but they only knew one or two lines that they kept repeating, They weren't crying any more. We older fillies and colts kept telling stories, until eventually the thunder stopped and it was just wind. Many of the foals went to sleep. Some hours later, we were able to go outside. The old oak tree had fallen over in the wind, but we were still there. I saw the light break through the clouds in the sky. It wasn't the 'eye' but I imagine it was something like that. And then Cinnamon Drop told me 'your cutie mark!' and I saw that the sun with the golden rays had appeared on my flank. And several of the foals came up to me, and huddled around me. I remember that day..."
Her face has migrated upwards, pointing towards the sky, mostly blue with some clouds. She has a tear or two in her eyes.
She turns her head, and looks away, then down, until her eyes fix on what seems to be a spot in the wooden planks of the pier, or perhaps past it
"I remember that day" her voice takes on a lighter tone. "There was a storm. Spun off a hurricane further south. I was with a large group of foals in a room on the lower level. It had been used for laundry, there were no windows. I ended up mixed with some of the younger foals. The wind rattled and shoo the walls. Then came the lightning. The thunder was almost constant, like a rolling barrage. When the shelling came two years later, well, it was a lot like that. There were two nuns with us in the laundry room, but there was a leak or a broken window, or something, they had to leave, and I was one of the oldest left in the room. The young colts and fillies... They couldn't really handle it, with no adults in the room. Some of them curled up in shirts and sheets and other assorted dirty clothing. That only made them feel a little better. So I went up to them, and sang to them the hymm of the Gusty the Great, then the ballad of Airy Jade. I picked up one colt, I could tell that colt, with the little brown patch around the eye, he never quite accepted that his mother wasn't coming to get him - I picked him up, and rocked him, like I saw a nun do with a younger child. He was actually too old for that kind of thing, but it was an unusual circumstance. I tried to comfort him. They all needed comforting when one of the two candles went out. Room was almost completely dark, they didn't like that. But I started to tell a story, the one about Mist Mark and the cave, and they listened as best as they could, and then eventually another colt started speaking as well, until we had something like a campfire story circle going, occasionally singing songs. Most of the younger foals didn't say anything. Some of them tried to sing but they only knew one or two lines that they kept repeating, They weren't crying any more. We older fillies and colts kept telling stories, until eventually the thunder stopped and it was just wind. Many of the foals went to sleep. Some hours later, we were able to go outside. The old oak tree had fallen over in the wind, but we were still there. I saw the light break through the clouds in the sky. It wasn't the 'eye' but I imagine it was something like that. And then Cinnamon Drop told me 'your cutie mark!' and I saw that the sun with the golden rays had appeared on my flank. And several of the foals came up to me, and huddled around me. I remember that day..."
Her face has migrated upwards, pointing towards the sky, mostly blue with some clouds. She has a tear or two in her eyes.
>>131740
He seriously weighs his options before looking at Maakie.
"Unless you would rather go to hospital, if you know of hiding place I can go and get medical supplies for you."
He seriously weighs his options before looking at Maakie.
"Unless you would rather go to hospital, if you know of hiding place I can go and get medical supplies for you."
>>131746
"Alright. Follow me closely, there are couple officers patrolling hallways."
Silver uses his knife to cut Maakie's bindings, helps him up, and pokes his head out into the hallway to see if the way is clear.
"Alright. Follow me closely, there are couple officers patrolling hallways."
Silver uses his knife to cut Maakie's bindings, helps him up, and pokes his head out into the hallway to see if the way is clear.
>>131747
There is indeed movement in hallways, more so upstairs, with the lower level being more or less un-patrolled.
There is indeed movement in hallways, more so upstairs, with the lower level being more or less un-patrolled.
I thought her cutie mark was a submarine which was why it caught my interest. Next time you want me to ask about a character's cutie mark just "accidentally" misspell it as something atypical.
>>131744
Amber leans forward during the monologue, nodding with interest. When the filly is done she closes her eyes and claps her hooves together. "What a great story! I can tell you definitely have a talent for telling stories, especially to cheer ponies up.
Princess Celestia's cutie mark is kind of similar, do you think she got it the same way?"
I suppose I could roll for knowledge for Celestia's cutie mark, though I dunno if it should be history or religion. I'm happy hearing from a character though
>>131744
Amber leans forward during the monologue, nodding with interest. When the filly is done she closes her eyes and claps her hooves together. "What a great story! I can tell you definitely have a talent for telling stories, especially to cheer ponies up.
Princess Celestia's cutie mark is kind of similar, do you think she got it the same way?"
I suppose I could roll for knowledge for Celestia's cutie mark, though I dunno if it should be history or religion. I'm happy hearing from a character though
>>131748
Silver decides to lead Maakie out the back way, out to the water. He keeps an eye out for patrols and lets Maakie know when it's safe to move.
Silver decides to lead Maakie out the back way, out to the water. He keeps an eye out for patrols and lets Maakie know when it's safe to move.
>>131749
Reee
“Well, I mean hers is a sun with smaller rays and a larger, well, sun. A larger sun and mine, you see, has straighter and longer rays... I always thought that Celestia always had that cutie mark. Like, I don’t think there was a moment when she was a filly and she just willed the sun to move in the sky. I can’t imagine her as a filly.”
>>131750
What kind of restraints does silver keep on Maakie?
Reee
“Well, I mean hers is a sun with smaller rays and a larger, well, sun. A larger sun and mine, you see, has straighter and longer rays... I always thought that Celestia always had that cutie mark. Like, I don’t think there was a moment when she was a filly and she just willed the sun to move in the sky. I can’t imagine her as a filly.”
>>131750
What kind of restraints does silver keep on Maakie?
>>131751
Amber nods. "I think you're right. Celestia is…well, a celestial being and I think special rules apply to her. Destiny was always something she could fulfill."
She looks over the motorboat. Is it particularly large and what color is it?
"Are you the coxswain of the ship or is it family taking you around?"
Amber nods. "I think you're right. Celestia is…well, a celestial being and I think special rules apply to her. Destiny was always something she could fulfill."
She looks over the motorboat. Is it particularly large and what color is it?
"Are you the coxswain of the ship or is it family taking you around?"
>>131752
Silver - presumably - cuts or unties the bindings on Maakie's claws. Loputu's rope was tied rather thoroughly, and prevented him from moving much at all. It unties easily with pulling the rope in the right few places.
Before this, Mala stayed very close to Maakie, above him in a rather dominating position. But as soon as the restraints are untied, Mala jumps back and away to a new position of about five to seven feet at minimum, staying closer to Silver and sometimes behind him.
Maakie stands up on his forelegs, opens and stretches his wings, and then stands up on his hindlegs when those were undone. His wings, pepper gray and white tipped, stretch to an extent, before the left wing learns that it cannot extend its full length, and he has to stop. Likewise for a hind leg that will not stretch all the way out. Even standing, he has to lean to a side, and any walk has a definite limp. He quickly looks around at his surroundings, surveying with determination and anger.
>>131753
"Not so fulfilled anymore does she. There was a colt I knew who said that she was not any kind of divine being, just a pony the others appointed princess. I think in his mind that made her even more special, because who else can say that they were so liked that everypony else basically voted for them to be princess forever? Well, to me it sounded less special. I liked to think that she never had a mom or dad, but she was kind of just alone there with her sister, and even that didn't last, so she was just kind of there all on her lonesome, and no pony in all of Equestria to call her equal or her family. But I don't know... I don't think about it too much any more."
She turns her eyes back towards Amber
"Cock what? Uh, no... it uh, well it's an aunt of mine, you see who owns it, and I was checking it for them."
Silver - presumably - cuts or unties the bindings on Maakie's claws. Loputu's rope was tied rather thoroughly, and prevented him from moving much at all. It unties easily with pulling the rope in the right few places.
Before this, Mala stayed very close to Maakie, above him in a rather dominating position. But as soon as the restraints are untied, Mala jumps back and away to a new position of about five to seven feet at minimum, staying closer to Silver and sometimes behind him.
Maakie stands up on his forelegs, opens and stretches his wings, and then stands up on his hindlegs when those were undone. His wings, pepper gray and white tipped, stretch to an extent, before the left wing learns that it cannot extend its full length, and he has to stop. Likewise for a hind leg that will not stretch all the way out. Even standing, he has to lean to a side, and any walk has a definite limp. He quickly looks around at his surroundings, surveying with determination and anger.
>>131753
"Not so fulfilled anymore does she. There was a colt I knew who said that she was not any kind of divine being, just a pony the others appointed princess. I think in his mind that made her even more special, because who else can say that they were so liked that everypony else basically voted for them to be princess forever? Well, to me it sounded less special. I liked to think that she never had a mom or dad, but she was kind of just alone there with her sister, and even that didn't last, so she was just kind of there all on her lonesome, and no pony in all of Equestria to call her equal or her family. But I don't know... I don't think about it too much any more."
She turns her eyes back towards Amber
"Cock what? Uh, no... it uh, well it's an aunt of mine, you see who owns it, and I was checking it for them."
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