In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.
In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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"I don't suppose there are any objections for the doctor to examine the Priest, is there?"
>>136071From the forest, there is a sound of a twig breaking as Makade emerges from the tree line, his dark fur blending well with the shadow left by the trees. His rifle moves down as it is sling over his back. The doctor jumps back with a “wah!” in startlement, but even Waabishki stands straight up in alert, both ears pointing towards Makade.
“Yes. There is. The secrecy of the village’s location is its security. It is a danger to let outsiders in.”
>>136072"Then how about moving him here to the doctor?"
>>136073He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his head to Waabishki
Waabishki:
“I don’t... I don’t know how far he could travel... I don’t think he could walk far or for long on his own.”
>>136074"What about we pull him on something, like a sled?"
>>136075Waabishki
“A... sled? The pony toy?”
Makade
“I believe we have one at the village. So long as the location of the village does not get out.”
>>136056Silver smiles at her.
"I might not be able to understand it, but could you show off some of your skill to me?"
>>136077“You mean, like, translate something?”
I ought to have some free time this weekend. Can't wait.
>>136078"Translate, or speak little of what you know. If you wanted to, that is."
Is anypony available to play this weekend?
>>136080"Well, I can try"
She smiles awkwardly, and moves back, so that she is (once again) sitting upright in the bed, with her hind legs extended forward and holding her forelegs in the air. She briefly touches her right foreleg with her left, moves her still-tied mane behind her neck, and then looks upwards towards the white painted ceiling. With a loud "Uh-hug uh-hug" she clears her throat, and begins to recite a set of memorized lines, inflecting a slightly deeper tone and trying to imitate an accent. She stares down to the left as she does so, onto the bed covers:
"Huel ya cuica ye nican
xiuhtototl quetzal tzinitzcan
ya quechol achtohua
moch on quinanquilia
ayacachlli huehuetl,
Ohuaya Ohuaya"
Both Spark and Amber have posts to reply to to continue their respective stories
>>135707Amber looks to see if there's any clock about for a precise reading of time. If there isn't she'll ask a nearby pony, if there are any, for the time.
Fantasy Play does a triple-flips and kicks Chryssalis to the moon.
Rolling for procentage[1d100 = 77]
>>136164She goes 77% of the distance to the moon, leaving her stuck forever in the L1 La Grange point
>>136097Silver stomps his hooves against the floor lightly in applause.
"Превосходно! That was impressive!"
>>136099Uh.... 6:30?
>>136203She smiles awkwardly, and seems to blush
“It’s from a poem. I would memorize poems to try to learn the language.”
>>136208“It’s... ‘Beat Your Drums.’ It’s a poem about joy, and celebrations the nice things in life. The verse I quoted is about the birds chirping in the forest.”
>>136209Silver smiles brighter.
"That sounds very nice. I am really impressed at your ability."
>>136210Her ears come down as she smiles again, and blushes
"Thanks..."
>>136206Amber is quite pleased by this and enters the shop a half hour early.
>>136214Or maybe not 6:30...
Standing by the door of the shop, outside of it, is High Sewn, smoking a cigarette. She looks at Amber through the twilight, and under the dim illumination of a street lamp
“You’re here early”
>>136212"So, what
is your special talent?"
Silver motions to her cutie mark.
>>136217As she sucks on the cigarette, the end glows a bright orange. She pulls it out with glowing yellow magic, and flips the cigarette away, with the orange glow showing in the dim light.
"Good. Then let's start early."
>>136218Amber nods anxiously and waits for High Sewn to enter the shop before following in.
>>136216She moves over slightly to the right, showing her right flank, and moving her wrapped red tail out of the way. Silver can see what looks like a pattern of over lapping curved lines emanating from a center point. Past this is a circle, with shorter "rays" emanating from this. The lines are black, and the area within is an orangish hue, distinguishing it ever so slightly from her yellow fur, although the cutie mark almost blends Her cutie mark resembles a sun flower, but the sharper lines and consistent yellow-orange color makes it appear more abstract, like a representation of the sun.
She answers
"I would like to think it represents a sense of wonder; a search for something higher."
>>136219Once she flicks the cigarette, she moves to the door and enters, with a flick of yellow magic turning on the light. The sign on the door remains in the "closed" position.
She says to Amber,
"We open on weekdays at 8AM. We didn't used to, but there are enough mares getting off of night shift, or wanting to shop before factory day shift to justify these hours. It'll just be you in the morning, but Verina will join you around noon. Before we open we check inventory to see what we have in stock, and we restock our shelves."
She walks in further towards the register, and then turns around.
>>136220Amber slowly walks in and looks around, but focuses her attention on Sewn when the latter turns toward her.
>>136221It looks much the same as when Amber came in the day before, with a few empty spots on shelves and many others with clothing
High Sewn looks at Amber
"So your task is, mark down what we don't have, then go in the back, and replace what we don't have with what we do have, and keep note of what is still missing."
>>136222"I understand, ma'am." Amber starts on this task with the shelves closest to the entrance, trying to remember from yesterday which clothes go where if there aren't labels to help. Nearby articles of clothing of similar type help to jog the memory.
>>136185Heh. Their tails are part of the suit. Cute.
>>136076Is it time for a sledding adventure?
>>136231Perhaps
>>136224Okay... tell me when you are ready
>>136226Hopes you can join again sometime >>136232"Should I prepare the sled or stay with the doctor?"
>>136233Makade raises a paw
“I can fetch it. You stay here and watch him.”
Wabashki adds solemnly
“And I will speak with Miskobag... prepare him for a trip.”
>>136234Spark turns back to the doctor.
"Looks like we have a little time to kill. Might as well discuss a couple of things. So, are you a substitute doctor?"
>>136235“Substitute? No. I am the primary physician of the town, and have been for about five months now. Before that, I was a physician in Whinnyapolis, and I was a surgeon during The War.”
>>136223The shop seems to sell a number of fairly ordinary woolen sweaters, which evidently are the items in greatest demand as the shelves are largely empty.
High Sewn takes a seat behind the counter, opens the register, and seems to occupy herself with paperwork.
>>136238Amber will go into the storage room and pick out several sweaters of each color. She has time to make several trips if necessary, as she carefully balances the wares on her back to avoid upsetting their folds.
>>136239As she goes back, she discovers that green, shades of yellow and orange, and red are in shorter supply, with green being entirely unavailable. White, black, grey, and blue are more plentiful.
>>136238"Hmm... and what brought you here?"
Amber frowns and quickly trots back to Sewn. "Ma'am...it looks like we're running short on some sweaters. We ain't got any green at all, and only a few of yellow, orange and red are left."
>>136241“I was told to transfer here by the... Changeling Authorities.”
>>136242She looks up, and exhales
“Yeah, that’s about how it goes. Between international shipments being down and wool, cotton and dye being used for blankets, uniforms, bed sheets, paint and other ‘wartime priorities’” she bothers to raise both forehooves for air quotes on this one “shipments are unreliable if they come at all. If you see an orange, or any kind of lively color like that, you can be sure there’s a mark up on it and we will advertise it in the window.”
>>136243"I see. I don't mean to pry, but I am curious. Do you have a family?"
>>136243"I see...well, blue and other colors aren't in any shortage…"She turns to enter the storage room again. If Sewn doesn't call after her, she will get the remaining yellow, orange, and red sweaters, then put out the other sweaters. Any stacks remaining on the shelves will be topped off if possible.
>>136244“I hope so.” He smiles in an uncanny way. “Caramel, Butterfly, Malt Wheat and Spring Flower. They are with my wife’s family in Winnyapolis.”
>>136245This is doable. High Sewn looks up from her work - which seems at this stage to involve receipts - to observe Amber.
“It’s good that you start with those. They are the first to go in the morning shift.”
>>136246"Did the changelings specify how long you have to stay here?"
>>136246Amber looks a bit confused and, while completing her task, asks,
"Do city-ponies buy different clothes through the day?" >>136247“Indefinitely.” He says, with the same uncanny wide, toothy grin.
“I try to make trips back when there is someone to take my place up here. You always need a physician on standby in case of emergencies...” his smile drops. “But that isn’t often.”
>>136248Something must be different about this question, because High Sewn stands up, out of her chair, and moves to where Amber can see her.
“It’s about different demographics buying clothing. Housewives of the well to do don’t expect to buy clothing in the early morning. It’s working ponies, especially mares, who work night shift or later day shifts in the factories, shops, or as operators in the office buildings, who come in in the morning. They tend to be a little... less well to do, and more utilitarian in their clothing preferences. Mostly they just want clothes for the winter, or for children. Dresses and gowns for special occasions, or for those working in professional occupations, tend to be sold later in the afternoon, and usually only after other chores are taken care of. Stallions especially - well, high class stallions - rarely come in during working hours on weekdays, but they can occasionally be seen after working hours.”
>>136249"Well, how about this. Since I dragged you into this with not much in the means of payment, I am going to find you a replacement so you can head back home. Sound like a deal?"
>>136249Amber blinks and freezes in place, swiveling her ears forward toward High Sewn. After this explanation is finished, she nods and replies,
"Yes, ma'am. I understand." She waits for the older mare to continue and tries to gauge her immediate mood.
>>136250“Heh, good luck.” He says
>>136251She stops talking, seems to ease back into what is for her a normal expression, and goes back towards the seat, but first picks up a jacket on table opposite the one she was working on earlier.
>>136252Feeling less pressure now that she isn't the focus of attention, Amber resumes her duties as diligently as possible.
>>136253It doesn’t take long at all for Amber to finish the shelves; after the sweaters there are socks, stockings and undergarments (evidently pink and purple are still available in number). Once these are filled, it’s a matter of checking the racks. This is harder, as there is more variety and fewer instances of the same item.
>>136252"I mean, I have gotten this far with it. Isn't it worth a shot?"
>>136255“You can try.” He says, becoming a little higher pitched at “try.”
>>136254Amber takes her time to go through the racks, comparing their present condition to what she saw the day prior. If there's relatively fewer of a type or style of clothing than others on the racks, she makes a mental note of it.
>>136257The clothing is often arranged in patterns - one type of dress of shirt with several variations on color or especially size - so it’s East to see where something is missing. What is harder is memorizing what is absent. “Turtle pattern green and black size small” is simple enough on its own, it’s combing this with “that curvy style with the French name I can’t remember, slightly less black, medium and small” and several other permutations that is harder.
>>136258Amber, anxious to finish before the store opens, hurries into the storeroom and checks the patterns to see what styles she hadn't seen on the racks. She then rushes back and looks through the racks to confirm whether or not this is right, and then makes another round trip to fetch the goods. Altogether it's much more hectic than the sweaters were.
>>136259“You should write things down” High Sewn says, not bothering to look up.
Not every item missing from the racks has a corresponding item in inventory.
>>136260Amber catches her breath and sheepishly walks to the front counter to look for some paper and a pencil. After retrieving these she'll return to the racks.
>>136261“And we need to note what we don’t have. Those must be requested from the tailor or factory.” She adds
>>136262Amber pauses, pencil in mouth. Hopefully what
isn't there isn't also missing from her brain.
>>136265She thinks she is able to remember everything... though how precisely she got the names correct is another matter.
>>136266Amber takes the piece of paper to High Sewn for confirmation, just in case.
"Here you are...I'm not sure how accurate it is, it's tough remembering so many odd terms and styles." >>136267She looks down at it, then takes a pen
“This is spelled with a ‘aught’ not an ‘ot.’ There is an ‘e’ here; silent at the end. There is an ‘sh’ there...”
She looks up at Amber
“Do please take note as you find them.”
She nods. "Is there anything else, ma'am?"
>>136269“If this were the afternoon shift, you would need to make sure clothing removed from shelves was put back and correctly arranged. Had I not been here, you would have to turn on the various lights and check the register. Now all that remains is to turn the sigh at the front to ‘Open.’”
>>136271She looks up at the clock from her seat, not putting down the jacket she was evidently sewing.
“It’s a few minutes early, but the morning clientele will hardly be offended if we change the sign now.”
>>136272Amber nods, gets up, switches the sign around, and waits by the door.
>>136273When this is accomplished, she gets up out of the chair and stands next to it, with her right forehoof on it, surrendering the chair to Amber.
“And now begins the harder part, comparatively speaking. You handle customers as they come in.”
>>136220Silver looks with stars in his eyes.
"It looks beautiful! Like you are Celestial-chosen."
>>136276She smiles in the same awkward way as with the previous compliments, but this time her head and ears do not lower even as her right forehoof is raised closer to her face.
“Not quite. But I like to think it is something special... like any cutie mark.”
>>136277"Indeed. I must say, it looks wonderous adorning your flanks like that."
His face goes blank a second after saying that and quickly gains a small blush. He puts a hoof up to his mouth and clears his throat to try to cover it up.
>>136289Her face, likewise, goes blank for more than a moment, and her right ear twitches once as she stares forward. She adopts an awkward smile as she sits upright in complete silence
>>136291"Uhm...I am afraid mine is not quite as interesting as yours."
He turns in his seat to show off his furry flank and the cutie mark on it - a sword in mid-swing.
"Mine was earned through my skill with sword, but it also represents my skill with weaponsmithing."
>>136292"Uh..."
She still seems a bit stunned
"Go on."
>>136293"Well, when I was colt, I trained under my father in was of sword, both in using and forging them. It was bit of antiquated weapon, even then, but I was enamoured with them. One day, my father and I went out into woods to meditate and train. While there, we heard scream of filly and ran towards it. She was caught outside of city by wolves, and they were dragging her away to their den. When we caught them, wolf that was dragging filly dropped her to leap and bite at me, and with swing of my sword I dropped wolf in one hit. Others ran off, we took filly back to her family, and I got my cutie mark."
>>136294She turns both ears towards Silver, leaning forward so that she is sitting with her forelegs propping her up. She listens intently to the story.
After a pause, she asks,
“Were you scared?”
>>136295Silver nods.
"Very. It is natural to be scared like that. I am glad I had my father's teachings to rely on, that my fear did not still me and that I was able to put it into my swing."
>>136296She nods, and smiles at Silver
“What is your take away from that? From that event, I mean. Well, you told me you got your cutie mark, but what did it mean to you?”
>>136298He looks up, as if remembering something fondly.
"It was first time I had truly put needs of others before my own, at great risk to myself. I could have run, or let my father handle it. It would have so easy, and I would not have put myself in danger. But she needed help, and I could not have lived with that regret had I not done something."
>>136299Her eyes are very wide as she looks at him, almost like a child listening to a fantasy story.
“Thank the wolf” she smiles and gives a half laugh
>>136300He laughs with her.
"I suppose I should. I have saved many lives since that fateful day. I might not have had I not encounted that wolf and that filly."
>>136301She nods, and asks slowly,
"... What else have you done?"
>>136302"Most recently, I was part of team that raided old fortress asylum here in Baltimare, 33 Hoebuck, that was being used by traffickers. They would trick desperate people from across world looking for passage to Equestria by bringing them here and foalnapping them, then either selling them off as slaves and servants or using them as cheap labor to produce clothing. As we were raiding and freeing prisoners, we learned something even more horrible was happening there for years right under government's muzzle. In addition to traffickers, there were also Maarist cultists who would sacrifice some captives in brutal rituals, and would then use their hides and furs to make coats and leather, before either feeding corpses to gnolls or, I assume, selling meat to market. It was most disgusting example of evil and deprevity I have seen. We even interrupted their leadership in middle of one of their ritualistic sacrifices..."
Silver lets out an involuntary shudder.
"...they had two people, one was young stallion and other was deer buck, strung up to alter. Their ribcages were torn open and their hearts exposed...
while they were still alive. We managed to stop them, slay their leadership after very hard, brutal battle, and save many people they had captured. Even their victims were saved from being sacrificed. But being witness to all of that..."
>>136303She twists her lips back, exposing part of her teeth and twisting another part of her lips, she pulls back, pulling her left foreleg up and crossing it, as both ears pull down and her eyes narrow.
She is silent in disgust for all of this, and for a time after Silver is finished speaking.
“I thought the Maarists were all gone...” she volunteers, not giving much volume or emphasis to her words
>>136304"They are now, or that chapter is at least. Their leadership is dead, their members have been arrested, and countless beings have been either saved or avenged. As horrible as it was, I am glad we were able to stop it."
He looks sadly at Pear.
"I am sorry for disgusting you, or ruining mood."
>>136305"It's..."
She does not finish her sentence, but relaxes slightly
"I thought it was mostly an excuse by the Church of Boreas to operate an Inquisition..."