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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>>137228
"Huh..." She sits there in contemplation for a moment.
"Can you... tell me more about what you found here, in Baltimare? Either the Necromancer's experiments and interests, or of the activities of the Maarists?"
"Huh..." She sits there in contemplation for a moment.
"Can you... tell me more about what you found here, in Baltimare? Either the Necromancer's experiments and interests, or of the activities of the Maarists?"
Hey Sven, are you here? Let's formulate a game plan pl0x.
I'm ready to play
>>137155
125 bits, 235....
"You know, why don't you tell me what you like wear when you want to feel special?" The stallion says, smiling in a suggestive way
125 bits, 235....
"You know, why don't you tell me what you like wear when you want to feel special?" The stallion says, smiling in a suggestive way
>>137235
"Oh, I like to wear a dress. Not this one–as nice as it is–but a summer dress that's pale blue and turquoise. It's so light you hardly feel it, and the skirt's a bit short because it only reaches my gaskin. My sister gave it to me." Amber blushes modestly.
"Oh, I like to wear a dress. Not this one–as nice as it is–but a summer dress that's pale blue and turquoise. It's so light you hardly feel it, and the skirt's a bit short because it only reaches my gaskin. My sister gave it to me." Amber blushes modestly.
>>137236
"I'd kind of like to see that. I bet it looks great on you. Short skirt with those hips."
He smiles, while Guy walks forward, as if off to the side and ready to join the conversation.
"I'd kind of like to see that. I bet it looks great on you. Short skirt with those hips."
He smiles, while Guy walks forward, as if off to the side and ready to join the conversation.
>>137238
"Oh, thank you, but you haven't seen me wear it yet," she replies, giggling. "Your marefriend must think you have impeccable taste."
"Oh, thank you, but you haven't seen me wear it yet," she replies, giggling. "Your marefriend must think you have impeccable taste."
>>137241
The griffin standing off to the side, steps forward. He wears a smile - insofar as the drawn back lower beak and pulled back lips may be called a smile that is almost... smug. And for the first time that Amber has heard, he speaks. His voice has a veneer of erudition, the sound you would expect from high class... though at moments the sound of an adolescent of some unknown and rude foreign extraction cracks through:
"You need what every gal would want to be seen wearing at the Opera House. The envy of every dinner party. Am I right now? Well, you're in luck. We have the Dame Aux Yeux Verts. It's on license from the Carousel of Canterlot, you know? I assure you, if anything can calm the heart of a lady scorned, it's hanging on our back shelf."
The griffin standing off to the side, steps forward. He wears a smile - insofar as the drawn back lower beak and pulled back lips may be called a smile that is almost... smug. And for the first time that Amber has heard, he speaks. His voice has a veneer of erudition, the sound you would expect from high class... though at moments the sound of an adolescent of some unknown and rude foreign extraction cracks through:
"You need what every gal would want to be seen wearing at the Opera House. The envy of every dinner party. Am I right now? Well, you're in luck. We have the Dame Aux Yeux Verts. It's on license from the Carousel of Canterlot, you know? I assure you, if anything can calm the heart of a lady scorned, it's hanging on our back shelf."
>>137242
Amber nods hurriedly like a schoolfilly who gets told the answer to an important question. "Oh yes, I can show you.
It's back this way…"
Amber nods hurriedly like a schoolfilly who gets told the answer to an important question. "Oh yes, I can show you.
It's back this way…"
>>137244
He motions with his foreleg - it's covered with a jacket sleeve, so none of that odd birdlike leg can be seen - "This way." He seems to try to lead him himself.
The Stallion at first looks ever so slightly offended by the interruption, but is quickly taken in by Guy's offer. He starts to follow.
He motions with his foreleg - it's covered with a jacket sleeve, so none of that odd birdlike leg can be seen - "This way." He seems to try to lead him himself.
The Stallion at first looks ever so slightly offended by the interruption, but is quickly taken in by Guy's offer. He starts to follow.
>>137245
Amber breathes a quiet sigh of relief and waits near the door in case a new customer comes in.
Amber breathes a quiet sigh of relief and waits near the door in case a new customer comes in.
>>137246
Guy looks back, and even walks backwards as he goes off with the stallion. The stallion, while still appearing nervous, as he did when he came in, at least seems trusting.
Amber is free.
[1d2 = 1]
Guy looks back, and even walks backwards as he goes off with the stallion. The stallion, while still appearing nervous, as he did when he came in, at least seems trusting.
Amber is free.
[1d2 = 1]
Amber trots over to High Sewn. "Ma'am, is it often that customers ask for the fanciest dresses?"
>>137250
She narrows her eyes and gives a short and sharp shake of her head.
"If they ask that, they are either trying to imply they are too good for this store - which obviously isn't true, because if they were they'd just go to the Carousel and never step hoof in hear - or they want someone to hear them say that so they think they fooled someone into thinking they have enough money for the fanciest dress. Either way, they either don't buy anything at all, or buy something much lower priced."
She narrows her eyes and gives a short and sharp shake of her head.
"If they ask that, they are either trying to imply they are too good for this store - which obviously isn't true, because if they were they'd just go to the Carousel and never step hoof in hear - or they want someone to hear them say that so they think they fooled someone into thinking they have enough money for the fanciest dress. Either way, they either don't buy anything at all, or buy something much lower priced."
>>137252
She shrugs
"Most ponies come to look around rather than buy anyways. And what they are buying is the appearance, so I can sort of understand it. What's less tolerable is those who have a higher than merited valuation of themselves."
She shrugs
"Most ponies come to look around rather than buy anyways. And what they are buying is the appearance, so I can sort of understand it. What's less tolerable is those who have a higher than merited valuation of themselves."
>>137253
"I reckon that too…"
Unless Sewn wants to continue the conversation, Amber will pass time until either a customer arrives or it's closing time.
"I reckon that too…"
Unless Sewn wants to continue the conversation, Amber will pass time until either a customer arrives or it's closing time.
>>137256
Amber smiles hopefully both times when it looks like the stallion would enter, but stops smiling when he only passes by. It would be nice if he would make up his mind… she thinks to herself.
Amber smiles hopefully both times when it looks like the stallion would enter, but stops smiling when he only passes by. It would be nice if he would make up his mind… she thinks to herself.
>>137257
Instead, he moves away, a little bit further across the sidewalk, and looks around. He looks scruffier than perhaps typical of this store's clientele. That last stallion at least looked well groomed and well dressed, not so with this one, a brown earth pony with a short grey beard or perhaps middle age, and a bit undersized.
Instead, he moves away, a little bit further across the sidewalk, and looks around. He looks scruffier than perhaps typical of this store's clientele. That last stallion at least looked well groomed and well dressed, not so with this one, a brown earth pony with a short grey beard or perhaps middle age, and a bit undersized.
>>137258
He looks like he needs some help with something, but I mustn't leave the store… Amber continues watching the stallion.
He looks like he needs some help with something, but I mustn't leave the store… Amber continues watching the stallion.
>>137259
From a bag, he pulls out some stubby cylindrical object, places it in his mouth from his hoof, and moves to the side, mostly out of view, mostly out of view. Mostly.
From a bag, he pulls out some stubby cylindrical object, places it in his mouth from his hoof, and moves to the side, mostly out of view, mostly out of view. Mostly.
>>137261
Then, he pulls out some metal item. An... ice pick? If not, something like it. He pulls back, and then...
Crash!
The window breaks in its center, and though the whole window does not shatter, the center portion does, sending glass to the ground. The stallion runs and moves to try to slam the pick into another portion of the window, before starting his way to run off.
"Ah!"
High Sewn screams, jumping up startled. Guy runs forward, observing the scene.
Then, he pulls out some metal item. An... ice pick? If not, something like it. He pulls back, and then...
Crash!
The window breaks in its center, and though the whole window does not shatter, the center portion does, sending glass to the ground. The stallion runs and moves to try to slam the pick into another portion of the window, before starting his way to run off.
"Ah!"
High Sewn screams, jumping up startled. Guy runs forward, observing the scene.
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Amber jumps back with a gasp, staring at the vandalism in horror. She's caught frozen like this for a few seconds that feel like an eternity. However, when the vandal makes his break she yells out, "HEY!" and bolts off in pursuit.
>>137265
Amber, perhaps because of the pause, does not manage to catch up to him as the assailant runs down the street and into an alley. Guy runs off, starting before Amber, and seems to be keeping pace, although the two quickly disappear to the left.
Amber, perhaps because of the pause, does not manage to catch up to him as the assailant runs down the street and into an alley. Guy runs off, starting before Amber, and seems to be keeping pace, although the two quickly disappear to the left.
>>137267
Amber gallops into that alley as quickly as she can. I'm guessing another roll is needed
[1d20+2 = 6]
Amber gallops into that alley as quickly as she can. I'm guessing another roll is needed
[1d20+2 = 6]
>>137268
Guy goes in hot pursuit, but Amber lags behind
One more contested roll
[1d20+1 = 21]
[1d20+2 = 10]
Guy goes in hot pursuit, but Amber lags behind
One more contested roll
[1d20+1 = 21]
[1d20+2 = 10]
>>137270
>>137268
The assailant turns a corner, and when Amber catches up, she runs in between a pair of commercial buildings: older in design, brick with two stories, a higher fire escape level and basement windows that appear above ground level. The assailant has disappeared, and she encounters Guy walking the opposite direction, towards her.
"I.. I think I lost track of him."
>>137271
I would say yes, but he got a 20. Unless you want to see if Amber can get a 20
>>137268
The assailant turns a corner, and when Amber catches up, she runs in between a pair of commercial buildings: older in design, brick with two stories, a higher fire escape level and basement windows that appear above ground level. The assailant has disappeared, and she encounters Guy walking the opposite direction, towards her.
"I.. I think I lost track of him."
>>137271
I would say yes, but he got a 20. Unless you want to see if Amber can get a 20
>>137272
Exasperated, Amber makes one last sprint in the direction Guy had went to see if she can catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. [1d20+2 = 15]
Exasperated, Amber makes one last sprint in the direction Guy had went to see if she can catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. [1d20+2 = 15]
>>137275
"He must have..." He looks around
"Gone through one of these doors. Or up a fire escape. Or through a basement window... of either building. Or he just ran right through the alley and turned to either side..." He is silent for a moment, as he exhales. "At least i know he didn't fly out."
"He must have..." He looks around
"Gone through one of these doors. Or up a fire escape. Or through a basement window... of either building. Or he just ran right through the alley and turned to either side..." He is silent for a moment, as he exhales. "At least i know he didn't fly out."
"Maybe we should look for him here…or it might be better to go to the police."
>>137278
Amber looks at the ground-level windows and the fire escapes to see if any look out of place. Search:
[1d20+3 = 7]
Amber looks at the ground-level windows and the fire escapes to see if any look out of place. Search:
[1d20+3 = 7]
>>137229
"Hmm. Well, there is not much else to tell, let me think...well, that necromancer, Joseph Curwhinny, wanted to find way to bring back his wife and foals from dead after they died from plague. He found that he could bring back dead souls, or their bodies, but not both. Something about process made it impossible, even after decades of experiments. To bring back their souls, he would cremate their body using necromantic rites and specific mixture of chemicals. What exactly they were escapes me at moment, but it would bind their souls to their ashes. He could communicate with ponies who had died ages ago, but it would curse them to be forever bound to their ashes, which apparently is torturous existence for souls. If he did not fully cremate them and he used slightly different rites, he would instead bring back their body void of any soul. Ghasts, they are apparently called. They have this supernatural stench to it that makes you instantly sick to your stomach, they can paralyze you just by striking you, and they can pass their curse onto you if they bite you, eventually turning you into one of them. And those catacombs were absolutely full of them, both those he had created and those they had in turn infected.
"Maarists were more simple affair, from what I understand. This place we are going to was owned by their leader, pony Sweet Boek. He came into contact with international smuggler and trafficker, griffon Stormfeather Maakie, and they struck deal. Boek would provide base of operations in Baltimare for Maakie and his operation, as well as Maar's favor, and Maakie would provide steady stream of sacrifices from those he trafficked into Baltimare as well as muscle needed to guard location. Maakie himself attended sacrificial rituals along with Boek's inner circle, but he apparently never truly held same beliefs as Boek. He just saw it as just another way to squeeze profit out of his victims."
"Hmm. Well, there is not much else to tell, let me think...well, that necromancer, Joseph Curwhinny, wanted to find way to bring back his wife and foals from dead after they died from plague. He found that he could bring back dead souls, or their bodies, but not both. Something about process made it impossible, even after decades of experiments. To bring back their souls, he would cremate their body using necromantic rites and specific mixture of chemicals. What exactly they were escapes me at moment, but it would bind their souls to their ashes. He could communicate with ponies who had died ages ago, but it would curse them to be forever bound to their ashes, which apparently is torturous existence for souls. If he did not fully cremate them and he used slightly different rites, he would instead bring back their body void of any soul. Ghasts, they are apparently called. They have this supernatural stench to it that makes you instantly sick to your stomach, they can paralyze you just by striking you, and they can pass their curse onto you if they bite you, eventually turning you into one of them. And those catacombs were absolutely full of them, both those he had created and those they had in turn infected.
"Maarists were more simple affair, from what I understand. This place we are going to was owned by their leader, pony Sweet Boek. He came into contact with international smuggler and trafficker, griffon Stormfeather Maakie, and they struck deal. Boek would provide base of operations in Baltimare for Maakie and his operation, as well as Maar's favor, and Maakie would provide steady stream of sacrifices from those he trafficked into Baltimare as well as muscle needed to guard location. Maakie himself attended sacrificial rituals along with Boek's inner circle, but he apparently never truly held same beliefs as Boek. He just saw it as just another way to squeeze profit out of his victims."
>>137289
If Spark was implying a hoof shake, he does not offer one without Spark offering first. He nods slightly and slowly while having an uncomfortable, toothy smile.
If Spark was implying a hoof shake, he does not offer one without Spark offering first. He nods slightly and slowly while having an uncomfortable, toothy smile.
>>137291
The doctor looks down at the hoof, and for a solid five or six seconds he does nothing, just staring at the hoof. But then, he slowly extends his own hoof, and starts to shake. It’s a rather limp shake and he maintains no real grip, but after a very slow first downward movement he pulls it back up hastily, then down hastily, in a nigh frantic movement until he breaks off the hoof shake not long after it began
The doctor looks down at the hoof, and for a solid five or six seconds he does nothing, just staring at the hoof. But then, he slowly extends his own hoof, and starts to shake. It’s a rather limp shake and he maintains no real grip, but after a very slow first downward movement he pulls it back up hastily, then down hastily, in a nigh frantic movement until he breaks off the hoof shake not long after it began
>>137292
Spark chuckles.
"Well, that will do."
Spark looks around to see if the wolves are heading back.
Spark chuckles.
"Well, that will do."
Spark looks around to see if the wolves are heading back.
>>137293
It isn’t immediate, but Spark hearing a sound of crunching and dragging of both snow and pine needles. The first thing Spark sees is the outline of a creature under the canopy, carrying some form of weapon along its side. Spark is soon enough able to recognize the form as that of Makade, staring at the doctor and himself. Through the trees, and from a very different direction than the wolves initially left, the peppered wolf appears, harnessed to a sled of the type presumably used by teams further north. On the sled, Spark can recognize Miskobag, lying down strapped down and conscious, looking at the two ponies. Waabishki walks to his side, hooked into a smaller harness with a rope connecting to the sled. She occasionally moves up a paw onto the side of the sled, next to Miskobag. She takes a little longer to turn her somber face towards Spark and the doctor.
Waabishki speaks:
“I’iwidi.”
When the sled gets closer and with the peppered wolf staring at the two with both ears erect, Waabishki says:
“Noogishkaa.”
And the sled stops. Makade moves into the clearing, then moves to loo behind in the direction from which the sled came. Waabishki starts to unhook her harness.
It isn’t immediate, but Spark hearing a sound of crunching and dragging of both snow and pine needles. The first thing Spark sees is the outline of a creature under the canopy, carrying some form of weapon along its side. Spark is soon enough able to recognize the form as that of Makade, staring at the doctor and himself. Through the trees, and from a very different direction than the wolves initially left, the peppered wolf appears, harnessed to a sled of the type presumably used by teams further north. On the sled, Spark can recognize Miskobag, lying down strapped down and conscious, looking at the two ponies. Waabishki walks to his side, hooked into a smaller harness with a rope connecting to the sled. She occasionally moves up a paw onto the side of the sled, next to Miskobag. She takes a little longer to turn her somber face towards Spark and the doctor.
Waabishki speaks:
“I’iwidi.”
When the sled gets closer and with the peppered wolf staring at the two with both ears erect, Waabishki says:
“Noogishkaa.”
And the sled stops. Makade moves into the clearing, then moves to loo behind in the direction from which the sled came. Waabishki starts to unhook her harness.
>>137296
>>137296
The doctor turns his head back to Spark quickly, then hastily steps forward a pace or so, stopping a few feet distant from the peppered wolf, who stares at him.
“Is this...”
“Yes.”
His question is swiftly and sharply answered by Waabishki.
He moves a hoof up as if to say “oh,” and then tries to walk around the peppered wolf to go towards Miskobag, in a definite half circle pattern to keep a distance between himself and the wolf. He moves a step to the right, to see that Waabishki is on that side, and evidently he does not wish to go that direction, because he moves back and to the left. Waabishki asks, almost demandingly,
“What happened to Faithful Oath?”
The doctor answers, without making eye contact to Waabishki, but instead looking to Miskobag who looks back to him,
“It’s... it’s a longer story. He is not here right now. Does he speak Ponish?”
Miskobag returned the answer, his fairly deep voice sounding through:
“Yes. I do.”
The doctor moves forward, and now stands next to Miskobag, looking down at him as he looks back up with tired eyes.
The doctor asks:
“What are his symptoms?”
Waabishki, who seems to understand the question as directed at her, opens her mouth.
“Uh...”
Makade speaks for the first time since he returned. He must be standing to the left and slightly behind Spark, and he has barely been seen except on the periphery.
“Aaniin aakozi?” He says
“Oh” Waabishki says. “He’s been fatigued, and kind of just wasting for months.”
“For how long?” The doctor asks
“I... think...” Waabishki tries to answer, but it’s Miskobag who replies in full
“August. I’ve had chest pain, and swelling. I feel tired. And it’s hard to eat; whether to swallow or to feel hunger at all.”
The doctor narrows his eyes and looks more closely at Miskobag. “And what do you eat” he says to himself, as his lower volume implies he does not expect or want an answer. He leans in towards Miskobag, still several feet away. “Let me see the swelling” he says, moving a hoof slightly closer to him, but still six inches away.
“Do you think he will bite Waabishki says with a clear air of offense. The doctor winces.
“It’s okay.” Miskobag says, and moves onto his side. Miskobag’s belly is exposed, with swelling just below the rib cage, and with a thin belly otherwise. The doctor gently touches it, and applies some pressure, causing Miskobag to wind gently. He lets off.
Makade has walked closer, now standing very close to the doctor behind him, looking at Miskobag and the examination very closely. The doctor keeps examining the swelling, before pulling his bag up next to him, and with a glow of orange magic, pulling a stethoscope out of the bag, and placing the relevant parts against his ears and Miskobag’s chest. He looks off towards the trees for almost a minute as he listens to Miskobag’s heart and breathing.
Makade, only a couple feet behind the doctor, breaks his silence to ask “So...?”
The doctor to contracts his legs inwards, jump up and scream “bah!” as he is startled, and jumps to the left, where he is no longer sandwiched between the three wolves of Makade, Miskobag, and the still-harnessed peppered wolf.
>>137296
The doctor turns his head back to Spark quickly, then hastily steps forward a pace or so, stopping a few feet distant from the peppered wolf, who stares at him.
“Is this...”
“Yes.”
His question is swiftly and sharply answered by Waabishki.
He moves a hoof up as if to say “oh,” and then tries to walk around the peppered wolf to go towards Miskobag, in a definite half circle pattern to keep a distance between himself and the wolf. He moves a step to the right, to see that Waabishki is on that side, and evidently he does not wish to go that direction, because he moves back and to the left. Waabishki asks, almost demandingly,
“What happened to Faithful Oath?”
The doctor answers, without making eye contact to Waabishki, but instead looking to Miskobag who looks back to him,
“It’s... it’s a longer story. He is not here right now. Does he speak Ponish?”
Miskobag returned the answer, his fairly deep voice sounding through:
“Yes. I do.”
The doctor moves forward, and now stands next to Miskobag, looking down at him as he looks back up with tired eyes.
The doctor asks:
“What are his symptoms?”
Waabishki, who seems to understand the question as directed at her, opens her mouth.
“Uh...”
Makade speaks for the first time since he returned. He must be standing to the left and slightly behind Spark, and he has barely been seen except on the periphery.
“Aaniin aakozi?” He says
“Oh” Waabishki says. “He’s been fatigued, and kind of just wasting for months.”
“For how long?” The doctor asks
“I... think...” Waabishki tries to answer, but it’s Miskobag who replies in full
“August. I’ve had chest pain, and swelling. I feel tired. And it’s hard to eat; whether to swallow or to feel hunger at all.”
The doctor narrows his eyes and looks more closely at Miskobag. “And what do you eat” he says to himself, as his lower volume implies he does not expect or want an answer. He leans in towards Miskobag, still several feet away. “Let me see the swelling” he says, moving a hoof slightly closer to him, but still six inches away.
“Do you think he will bite Waabishki says with a clear air of offense. The doctor winces.
“It’s okay.” Miskobag says, and moves onto his side. Miskobag’s belly is exposed, with swelling just below the rib cage, and with a thin belly otherwise. The doctor gently touches it, and applies some pressure, causing Miskobag to wind gently. He lets off.
Makade has walked closer, now standing very close to the doctor behind him, looking at Miskobag and the examination very closely. The doctor keeps examining the swelling, before pulling his bag up next to him, and with a glow of orange magic, pulling a stethoscope out of the bag, and placing the relevant parts against his ears and Miskobag’s chest. He looks off towards the trees for almost a minute as he listens to Miskobag’s heart and breathing.
Makade, only a couple feet behind the doctor, breaks his silence to ask “So...?”
The doctor to contracts his legs inwards, jump up and scream “bah!” as he is startled, and jumps to the left, where he is no longer sandwiched between the three wolves of Makade, Miskobag, and the still-harnessed peppered wolf.
>>137284
She blinks
“All of that magic sounds beyond me. And that ‘Stormfeather Maakie’? Seems to be that smugglers of gangsters teamed up with the Maarists?”
She blinks
“All of that magic sounds beyond me. And that ‘Stormfeather Maakie’? Seems to be that smugglers of gangsters teamed up with the Maarists?”
>>137300
Silver nods.
"Yes. The gangsters were from Skyfall before they made their way here. It was mutually beneficial relation for them both, and from what I gather had been going on for years before we stopped them. Those they captured would be forced to work in sweatshop to make cheap coats to sell. Those who were not sold as slaves and servants to highest bidder would be drained of their life force by changeling they had captured, kept in changeling pod until cultists had need of sacrifice, and then brought up to be sacrificed by having their ribcage torn open and exposing their heart to be stabbed repeatedly by cultists using wicked sacrificial daggers. After that, their hide would be either turned into fur coats or tanned into leather, any unicorns, deer, or kirins would have their horns sawed off for ornaments, and rest of their body disposed of. How they were disposed of depends on how long ago this was happening. They originally threw corpses down garbage chute, but eventually they discovered that they could use gnolls they had hired on to devour them whole, bones and all."
Silver blinks a couple times, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly after realizing that she may not have wanted to hear all of that.
"Uh...I apologise if that was too gruesome."
Silver nods.
"Yes. The gangsters were from Skyfall before they made their way here. It was mutually beneficial relation for them both, and from what I gather had been going on for years before we stopped them. Those they captured would be forced to work in sweatshop to make cheap coats to sell. Those who were not sold as slaves and servants to highest bidder would be drained of their life force by changeling they had captured, kept in changeling pod until cultists had need of sacrifice, and then brought up to be sacrificed by having their ribcage torn open and exposing their heart to be stabbed repeatedly by cultists using wicked sacrificial daggers. After that, their hide would be either turned into fur coats or tanned into leather, any unicorns, deer, or kirins would have their horns sawed off for ornaments, and rest of their body disposed of. How they were disposed of depends on how long ago this was happening. They originally threw corpses down garbage chute, but eventually they discovered that they could use gnolls they had hired on to devour them whole, bones and all."
Silver blinks a couple times, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly after realizing that she may not have wanted to hear all of that.
"Uh...I apologise if that was too gruesome."
>>137400
He looks back at the trio of wolves with wide open eyes, with his ears slowly climbing back upright to a more normal position, and his tail, mane and fur lowering as he eases up. He loudly exhales and inhales, and says,
“Right...”
The peppered wolf looks similarly startled, his ears raised and staring at the doctor, while Miskobag thinks nothing of it, and Makade maintains stands still, looking at the doctor.
He looks back at the trio of wolves with wide open eyes, with his ears slowly climbing back upright to a more normal position, and his tail, mane and fur lowering as he eases up. He loudly exhales and inhales, and says,
“Right...”
The peppered wolf looks similarly startled, his ears raised and staring at the doctor, while Miskobag thinks nothing of it, and Makade maintains stands still, looking at the doctor.
>>137403
Waabishki immediately joins Spark in this.
“Yes. What is wrong with him, doctor?”
The doctor is silent, and rubs his right leg with his left hoof
“Uh... well I think... it’s hard to say for certain without a thorough examination. You know, machines and spectrometers and so forth. And an exploratory surgery. You should take him to a doctor in Whinnapolis. Get a very thorough examination. See what they say.”
Waabishki immediately joins Spark in this.
“Yes. What is wrong with him, doctor?”
The doctor is silent, and rubs his right leg with his left hoof
“Uh... well I think... it’s hard to say for certain without a thorough examination. You know, machines and spectrometers and so forth. And an exploratory surgery. You should take him to a doctor in Whinnapolis. Get a very thorough examination. See what they say.”
>>137405
“Well... that’s... you got him this far, didn’t you? Just a little bit further to move him to a train car... and he could be in Whinnapolis.”
Waabishki sounds a little angry:
“What can your medicine do, ‘doctor’?”
“Well it... can... so many things. Not, not everything, you know? But uh, some things. It just had to be... precise. Yes, very precise. A lot of data is required.”
“Well... that’s... you got him this far, didn’t you? Just a little bit further to move him to a train car... and he could be in Whinnapolis.”
Waabishki sounds a little angry:
“What can your medicine do, ‘doctor’?”
“Well it... can... so many things. Not, not everything, you know? But uh, some things. It just had to be... precise. Yes, very precise. A lot of data is required.”
>>137406
"Alright, but in order to make this trip, you must come along and do everything in your ability to keep our friends here happy and comfortable. Think you can do that?"
"Alright, but in order to make this trip, you must come along and do everything in your ability to keep our friends here happy and comfortable. Think you can do that?"
>>137407
The doctor exhales, relieved. Waabishki looks on, displeased. Makade speaks, and it seems he speaks to Spark:
“Do you really believe him?”
The doctor exhales, relieved. Waabishki looks on, displeased. Makade speaks, and it seems he speaks to Spark:
“Do you really believe him?”
>>137415
"And by 'you', you of course mean 'we'. You will be helping me secure a car for our ill friend here to travel comfortably."
"And by 'you', you of course mean 'we'. You will be helping me secure a car for our ill friend here to travel comfortably."
>>137416
“Uh... Okay.”
Makade and Waabishki step forward. It’s Makade who speaks for the two of them
“Travel by train? The... ‘Changelings’ consider us in a state of war. They’ll shoot us if we go into town.”
The doctor adds:
“They are, um, very strict about travel and ID cards and so forth.”
“Uh... Okay.”
Makade and Waabishki step forward. It’s Makade who speaks for the two of them
“Travel by train? The... ‘Changelings’ consider us in a state of war. They’ll shoot us if we go into town.”
The doctor adds:
“They are, um, very strict about travel and ID cards and so forth.”
>>137417
"I have some with IDs and the like with the changelings, but we will need to convince them that highly important passengers are on board to secure a whole car, so we can avoid potential shooting. That's where some official doctor's paperwork will come into play."
"I have some with IDs and the like with the changelings, but we will need to convince them that highly important passengers are on board to secure a whole car, so we can avoid potential shooting. That's where some official doctor's paperwork will come into play."
>>137418
He pulls his lips back in a big, wincing smile.
“Uh... lying on government documents? Can we just, can we, can I not? This is the kind of thing I was afraid of...”
He pulls his lips back in a big, wincing smile.
“Uh... lying on government documents? Can we just, can we, can I not? This is the kind of thing I was afraid of...”
>>137422
“Mr. Spark, can you come talk to me over here?”
Makade lowers his ears, and moves forward
“And what is so important it cannot be shared?”
“Mr. Spark, can you come talk to me over here?”
Makade lowers his ears, and moves forward
“And what is so important it cannot be shared?”
>>137423
"It's ok. A quick chat and we will all be on the same page. Allow this privacy so we can be prepared to work together."
Spark walks over to the doctor.
"It's ok. A quick chat and we will all be on the same page. Allow this privacy so we can be prepared to work together."
Spark walks over to the doctor.
>>137426
He whispers, perhaps a little too loudly
“Hey. Spark. Listen. Listen well. I don’t think your sharp toothed forest friends will like the diagnosis for their... elder, I guess. And there is no way we can take any of them by train into Whinnapolis. I’ve helped a lot, but I don’t want to end up like the last doctor.”
He whispers, perhaps a little too loudly
“Hey. Spark. Listen. Listen well. I don’t think your sharp toothed forest friends will like the diagnosis for their... elder, I guess. And there is no way we can take any of them by train into Whinnapolis. I’ve helped a lot, but I don’t want to end up like the last doctor.”
>>137427
"Be open and honest and you won't end up like the last one. And I have a feeling I can get them on a train. Tell me why I shouldn't."
"Be open and honest and you won't end up like the last one. And I have a feeling I can get them on a train. Tell me why I shouldn't."
>>137428
“Have you travelled the trains much in Whinnysota? Or have you stayed long in Whinnysota period?”
“Have you travelled the trains much in Whinnysota? Or have you stayed long in Whinnysota period?”
>>137279
Nothing is identifiably out of place... what’s normal for a fire escape or basement window anyways?
Nothing is identifiably out of place... what’s normal for a fire escape or basement window anyways?
>>137434
Guy stops and looks around a little bit more, but gives up shortly after Amber does.
As they walk back, they can see High Sewn nervously outside smoking, and in chalk, a red “A” with a circle around it on the brick wall next to the store.
Guy stops and looks around a little bit more, but gives up shortly after Amber does.
As they walk back, they can see High Sewn nervously outside smoking, and in chalk, a red “A” with a circle around it on the brick wall next to the store.
>>137435
Amber walks up to High Sewn looking dejected, and she is shivering slightly. 'I'm sorry…we weren't able to catch him."
Amber walks up to High Sewn looking dejected, and she is shivering slightly. 'I'm sorry…we weren't able to catch him."
>>137436
High Sewn is visibly trembling. The only reason she can hold the cigarette at all is because of telekinetic magic, and even that shakes with her. She takes another long inhale as she looks at Amber.
“Well... thanks for trying. We are going to have to clean this up and close gif the day, and get it replaced quickly.”
She stands partly inside the door and partly outside, torn between her desire to handle the situation inside, and to not get cigarette smoke inside.
High Sewn is visibly trembling. The only reason she can hold the cigarette at all is because of telekinetic magic, and even that shakes with her. She takes another long inhale as she looks at Amber.
“Well... thanks for trying. We are going to have to clean this up and close gif the day, and get it replaced quickly.”
She stands partly inside the door and partly outside, torn between her desire to handle the situation inside, and to not get cigarette smoke inside.
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