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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Nodding, Amber says, "I'll get a broom." She looks for one and a wastebasket inside the shop.
>>137438
Guy moves over to the display cases to move items out of the way, while Amber is able to get a broom to start cleaning. Finding a waste bin is slightly more challenging. Amber basically has to take the waste bin next to the counter. High Sewn finishes her Cigarrette and starts her way back in walking quickly.
“I already called the police. Now I need to call a window store as well. Ugh! We were going to bet so much off of that stallion who bought the Dame aux yeux verts. Now we’re set back...”
Guy moves over to the display cases to move items out of the way, while Amber is able to get a broom to start cleaning. Finding a waste bin is slightly more challenging. Amber basically has to take the waste bin next to the counter. High Sewn finishes her Cigarrette and starts her way back in walking quickly.
“I already called the police. Now I need to call a window store as well. Ugh! We were going to bet so much off of that stallion who bought the Dame aux yeux verts. Now we’re set back...”
>>137439
With the adrenaline of the chase having faded away, Amber perhaps looks even more distraught and confused than before. "Why would anypony do such a thing?"
With the adrenaline of the chase having faded away, Amber perhaps looks even more distraught and confused than before. "Why would anypony do such a thing?"
>>137440
“Did you see that ‘A’ that decrepit thing left on the wall of our store? That’s the symbol of the Anarchists in Baltimare. It’s probably the only letter he knows how to write. He must be doing this for the Anarchists. A spontaneous showing of support for the breather in in Manehattan and condemnation of Aristocratic values, or whatever. Must have been too lazy or too afraid to go a couple streets over and attack the real boutiques over there. They’d shoot him if he tried that. So he comes over here. Of course I’d hardly be surprised if it was a regular thug of the Waterfront Gang, looking to justify their protection racket. I haven’t paid them since March and I’m not going to.”
“Did you see that ‘A’ that decrepit thing left on the wall of our store? That’s the symbol of the Anarchists in Baltimare. It’s probably the only letter he knows how to write. He must be doing this for the Anarchists. A spontaneous showing of support for the breather in in Manehattan and condemnation of Aristocratic values, or whatever. Must have been too lazy or too afraid to go a couple streets over and attack the real boutiques over there. They’d shoot him if he tried that. So he comes over here. Of course I’d hardly be surprised if it was a regular thug of the Waterfront Gang, looking to justify their protection racket. I haven’t paid them since March and I’m not going to.”
>>137441
Amber stands with a shocked expression. "That's horrible! Why would they attack your store?"
Amber stands with a shocked expression. "That's horrible! Why would they attack your store?"
>>137442
“If it really was an Anarchist? Probably because of what we sell. We sell fancier clothing. To the Anarchists it’s the epitome of classicism, because the clothing we sell is how you can tell the refined from the... well, from the Anarchists. And the various other bottom feeders. As for why this store and not one of the actually more expensive stores, it’s probably because we are the closest to the Occupational Government’s headquarters building. They must assume those ponies shop here, or at least will see it on their way home. He was probably inspired to do it in retaliation for whatever he thinks our clothing did to cause the situation in Manehattan. Probably a ‘lone wolf’ or whatever you want to call it. I don’t think the CAN is ordering any attacks against any stores. But then again, following rules laid down by a hierarchical organization isn’t exactly something the anarchists are known for.”
“If it really was an Anarchist? Probably because of what we sell. We sell fancier clothing. To the Anarchists it’s the epitome of classicism, because the clothing we sell is how you can tell the refined from the... well, from the Anarchists. And the various other bottom feeders. As for why this store and not one of the actually more expensive stores, it’s probably because we are the closest to the Occupational Government’s headquarters building. They must assume those ponies shop here, or at least will see it on their way home. He was probably inspired to do it in retaliation for whatever he thinks our clothing did to cause the situation in Manehattan. Probably a ‘lone wolf’ or whatever you want to call it. I don’t think the CAN is ordering any attacks against any stores. But then again, following rules laid down by a hierarchical organization isn’t exactly something the anarchists are known for.”
Her ears fold down. "So…these ponies hate your store because they can't afford what you sell? That's really mean.
How can anypony think that's alright around here?"
How can anypony think that's alright around here?"
>>137444
“Well, something like that, yes. They revolt against the very idea of looking professional or formal. I think it’s because this area is supposed to have so much industry for all of the Southeast, but then they come here and there’s more of them than there are jobs for them, so not everyone gets a job, and those who do are cheap and replaceable. So it causes them to feel cheated by society or whatever, and it makes them envious of those who actually put forth effort into succeeding, or who come from better families anyways.”
“Well, something like that, yes. They revolt against the very idea of looking professional or formal. I think it’s because this area is supposed to have so much industry for all of the Southeast, but then they come here and there’s more of them than there are jobs for them, so not everyone gets a job, and those who do are cheap and replaceable. So it causes them to feel cheated by society or whatever, and it makes them envious of those who actually put forth effort into succeeding, or who come from better families anyways.”
>>137445
"Oh, that's…odd. I mean, it's not easy to live here for sure, but there are a lot of advantages to living on a farm. I don't think it's that bad…"
"Oh, that's…odd. I mean, it's not easy to live here for sure, but there are a lot of advantages to living on a farm. I don't think it's that bad…"
>>137446
“I’ve never joined CAN or their Union, and I’ve never been an ‘anarchist.’ It doesn’t make any sense to me, I can tell you that.”
“I’ve never joined CAN or their Union, and I’ve never been an ‘anarchist.’ It doesn’t make any sense to me, I can tell you that.”
>>137447
"Hurting others never made much sense to me…" Amber grabs the broom and carefully sweeps the broken glass before anypony walks on it with bare hooves.
"Hurting others never made much sense to me…" Amber grabs the broom and carefully sweeps the broken glass before anypony walks on it with bare hooves.
>>137448
“They’re not the only ones” she says, pulling out a cigarette, and almost lighting it before she realizes she is inside. A couple minutes later. A police Mars arrives in blue uniform.
“They’re not the only ones” she says, pulling out a cigarette, and almost lighting it before she realizes she is inside. A couple minutes later. A police Mars arrives in blue uniform.
>>137449
Amber pauses in her sweeping, calling out to the policemare. "Officer, a terrible thing has happened! A stallion broke our window and galloped off!"
Amber pauses in her sweeping, calling out to the policemare. "Officer, a terrible thing has happened! A stallion broke our window and galloped off!"
>>137450
“Hmmm?” She walks up, slowly, and pulls out a pen and paper.
“Alright, tell me what happened.”
“Hmmm?” She walks up, slowly, and pulls out a pen and paper.
“Alright, tell me what happened.”
"I was waiting in the front of the store for a customer to enter and I saw a brown stallion, kinda small and scruffy, with a short grey beard. I smiled at him hoping he might buy something, but instead he pulled out some metal thing and broke the window! I didn't know he was mean as a striped snake! He galloped off that way"–she points with a forehoof–"and went down an alley. I don't know where he went, but Miss Sewn told me he's probably an an-arch-ist."
>>137452
She blinks, writing down a couple words, but now staring at Amber mouth partly open
“Uh huh. Anything else?”
She blinks, writing down a couple words, but now staring at Amber mouth partly open
“Uh huh. Anything else?”
>>137453
"Well, I don't know what he used but it looked like some sort of pick, but it was definitely metal…" She rubs the back of her head anxiously; her auburn mane is quite disarrayed. "Other than that I don't really know…"
"Well, I don't know what he used but it looked like some sort of pick, but it was definitely metal…" She rubs the back of her head anxiously; her auburn mane is quite disarrayed. "Other than that I don't really know…"
>>137429
"I have not. What I have done is cross the Changeling-New Mareland zone border without documentation and traveled from there to here."
"I have not. What I have done is cross the Changeling-New Mareland zone border without documentation and traveled from there to here."
>>137534
He blinks
“Well then... maybe you have better luck than most, but I am in real danger if I am caught helping those who live in the forest.”
He blinks
“Well then... maybe you have better luck than most, but I am in real danger if I am caught helping those who live in the forest.”
>>137536
It takes him a moment to process this, looking around and taking ragged breathes.
“What would you have me do?”
It takes him a moment to process this, looking around and taking ragged breathes.
“What would you have me do?”
>>137387
She recoils, wincing and with both ears down, looking away and closing her eyes at moments. She does not say anything to Silver.
She recoils, wincing and with both ears down, looking away and closing her eyes at moments. She does not say anything to Silver.
>>137537
"We just have to play it smart. Casts and crates should do the trick. We just have to say we have an important rush hospitalization. Wrap up some casts of pony limbs and attach them to our wolf friend here, and presto, you have a form that will not give us away. Then loan in a couple of crates that have medical supplies and our guard wolves here and we will be on the train and out of town before you know it. Of course, I would need the paperwork to make them buy the whole ordeal."
"We just have to play it smart. Casts and crates should do the trick. We just have to say we have an important rush hospitalization. Wrap up some casts of pony limbs and attach them to our wolf friend here, and presto, you have a form that will not give us away. Then loan in a couple of crates that have medical supplies and our guard wolves here and we will be on the train and out of town before you know it. Of course, I would need the paperwork to make them buy the whole ordeal."
>>137540
"Well, we need to get the wolves from here to Whinnysota. This is the plan to do it. Anything else will most likely result in capture."
"Well, we need to get the wolves from here to Whinnysota. This is the plan to do it. Anything else will most likely result in capture."
>>137544
"I already told you what I want. I'm in this to help them, after which you will receive your payment as we discussed."
"I already told you what I want. I'm in this to help them, after which you will receive your payment as we discussed."
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>>137454
“Hmmm....” she writes a couple more things down.
“And... do you know of anyone who has a grudge against this establishment or anyone who works here? Former employees, ex boyfriends of workers, anyone?”
“Hmmm....” she writes a couple more things down.
“And... do you know of anyone who has a grudge against this establishment or anyone who works here? Former employees, ex boyfriends of workers, anyone?”
>>137549
“Ah, well... thank you for your help, miss.”
Unless Amber has something more to say, the policemare goes for High Sewn, although Guy is waiting close by and is likely to intercept her before she gets to High Sewn.
“Ah, well... thank you for your help, miss.”
Unless Amber has something more to say, the policemare goes for High Sewn, although Guy is waiting close by and is likely to intercept her before she gets to High Sewn.
>>137551
Guy moves forward, and in the way of the police mare.
“Ma’am. I saw it.”
The policemare takes a step back from Guy, who is larger than she is (though he is younger), and pulls her lips forward, removing and trace of a smile she may have had.
“Eh... alright” she decides upon pulling out her pencil and note book. “Let’s hear it.”
As Guy speaks, something noticeable happens to his accent. When he spoke to the Stallion before, he spoke with something like a Northern coastal Equestrian accent with a bit of what even Amber can recognize as an Aquellian accent. It sounded very formal, and fancy. Now, he speaks with what sounds like a mix of the Baltimare area accent and some other accent. Maybe it is Aquellian? But it sounds almost like there is a tendency to slur words. It certainly doesn’t sound so fancy.
“I saw an earth pony, approximately chestnut brown in color, with a pepper-grey mane and beard of medium length . He wore a single bag, and had a tire? Or a wheel? I think? For a cutie mark. He paced around the store, looking inside and then around, back one time and then another, and in the third time produced from his pack a piece of chalk, which he held in his mouth...” This part seems to trip him up, as the earthling police mare blinks back at him. He resumes. “And he used it to draw a large ‘A’ with a circle outside. Afterwards, he put it back in his pack, and pulled out some sort of tool. Then he swing it into the right display window there twice, shattering it, and look off left down Percheron. I gave chase. I followed him about three blocks down, then he went through an alley, ran across Hoofer, and into another alley, where I lost him. The new employee too, she followed. I looked around, but could find no sign of him.”
The policemare blinks, and writes something.
“Uh huh.”
Guy moves forward, and in the way of the police mare.
“Ma’am. I saw it.”
The policemare takes a step back from Guy, who is larger than she is (though he is younger), and pulls her lips forward, removing and trace of a smile she may have had.
“Eh... alright” she decides upon pulling out her pencil and note book. “Let’s hear it.”
As Guy speaks, something noticeable happens to his accent. When he spoke to the Stallion before, he spoke with something like a Northern coastal Equestrian accent with a bit of what even Amber can recognize as an Aquellian accent. It sounded very formal, and fancy. Now, he speaks with what sounds like a mix of the Baltimare area accent and some other accent. Maybe it is Aquellian? But it sounds almost like there is a tendency to slur words. It certainly doesn’t sound so fancy.
“I saw an earth pony, approximately chestnut brown in color, with a pepper-grey mane and beard of medium length . He wore a single bag, and had a tire? Or a wheel? I think? For a cutie mark. He paced around the store, looking inside and then around, back one time and then another, and in the third time produced from his pack a piece of chalk, which he held in his mouth...” This part seems to trip him up, as the earthling police mare blinks back at him. He resumes. “And he used it to draw a large ‘A’ with a circle outside. Afterwards, he put it back in his pack, and pulled out some sort of tool. Then he swing it into the right display window there twice, shattering it, and look off left down Percheron. I gave chase. I followed him about three blocks down, then he went through an alley, ran across Hoofer, and into another alley, where I lost him. The new employee too, she followed. I looked around, but could find no sign of him.”
The policemare blinks, and writes something.
“Uh huh.”
>>137552
Amber also blinks in surprise. How did he notice all that? And he managed to change his voice too…but why?
Amber also blinks in surprise. How did he notice all that? And he managed to change his voice too…but why?
>>137553
She makes Guy sign something, before motioning for him to step aside, which he does. She goes back to High Sewn, who starts yelling something about “Hooligans”
She makes Guy sign something, before motioning for him to step aside, which he does. She goes back to High Sewn, who starts yelling something about “Hooligans”
"I didn't know you were watching him so closely," Amber remarks to the griffon once he's free.
>>137555
He turns his head to Amber swiftly, taking a moment to notice her. This is the first time Guy has spoken to her in the more than hour they’ve been working together, or at least it seems like it.
“Yes. He looked suspicious. I thought he might be drunk or lost. I didn’t think he would do that.”
He turns his head to Amber swiftly, taking a moment to notice her. This is the first time Guy has spoken to her in the more than hour they’ve been working together, or at least it seems like it.
“Yes. He looked suspicious. I thought he might be drunk or lost. I didn’t think he would do that.”
>>137556
She briskly nods. "With the description you gave, the police should find him in no time at all!"
She briskly nods. "With the description you gave, the police should find him in no time at all!"
>>137558
"But you even gave them his cutie mark! There can be only one pony who looks like him, even in this whole wide city!"
"But you even gave them his cutie mark! There can be only one pony who looks like him, even in this whole wide city!"
>>137559
“Even so, I do not think they will take the effort to find him over a broken window. They want a name and address. Besides, he is either a part of CAN or the organized crime. And the police here do not like to go after either.”
“Even so, I do not think they will take the effort to find him over a broken window. They want a name and address. Besides, he is either a part of CAN or the organized crime. And the police here do not like to go after either.”
>>137560
She droops her ears. "Aw. It would be a lot simpler in the countryside." Looking around the shop, she continues, "What should we do now?"
She droops her ears. "Aw. It would be a lot simpler in the countryside." Looking around the shop, she continues, "What should we do now?"
>>137561
“Replace the window if we can. Cover up the hole if we cannot. It will be hard to attract customers like this.”
“Replace the window if we can. Cover up the hole if we cannot. It will be hard to attract customers like this.”
>>137564
"Um, someone has to make windows around here someplace. It sounds like this is a common occurrence here."
"Um, someone has to make windows around here someplace. It sounds like this is a common occurrence here."
>>137565
“It happens more commonly in the Eastside where the gang does it to convince business to pay protection money. It happens every now and then when the Anarchists plan an uprising. Hopefully it is a one off... but yes, High Sewn will know.”
“It happens more commonly in the Eastside where the gang does it to convince business to pay protection money. It happens every now and then when the Anarchists plan an uprising. Hopefully it is a one off... but yes, High Sewn will know.”
I think that's enough for today
>>137567
“Ex-coltfriend? Good heavens no! I left him back in Canterlot. I’ve turned down a couple, but that was a while ago and anyways I don’t think there is a grudge.”
“Do my employees have vindictive ex-lovers? I don’t know what the griffin does. The filly, I think, doesn’t conceptually understand what a ‘somepony’ is.”
“Sure, there’s an ex-employee I fired a while back. He made a scene once but that was two years ago.”
“Yes. I’ve had several encounters here with the gang. I used to pay protection money to a set here, a couple years ago. They were comparatively respectable stallions, so far as social parasites go, then one day they replaced them with a couple colts who wanted me to pay an even higher margin. I knew their names and the name of their underboss, it was a kind of sloppy operation, really. I told them to get out of my store, or else I would go to their underboss and tell her they were taking a cut they weren’t supposed to - stealing from her. Then I’d go right down the road and report both of them as spies working for the Changelings, who I overheard talking about blowing up the railway. Those in charge always want scapegoats for lost profits and lost battles. They told me I was bluffing and they would burn down the store. Of course they used all manner of threat; I’ve dealt with their kind before. I told them to get the fuck out of my store. I haven’t seen them since, or any member of the gangs for that matter. That was last March, near the end of the month. Before the siege.”
“No, I am not registered with the Social Democrats, or any party for that matter, nor am I a fascist. There’s been no attempt to unionize in my store. I’ve employed CAN members in the past, but my store was never under any Union. Maybe I’ve been heard making anti-Union statements in the past? Yes, I’ve sold items to occupying soldiers and have worked with their quartmasters. Maybe I’ve been seen with them? I hardly consider it anything other than business.”
“Ex-coltfriend? Good heavens no! I left him back in Canterlot. I’ve turned down a couple, but that was a while ago and anyways I don’t think there is a grudge.”
“Do my employees have vindictive ex-lovers? I don’t know what the griffin does. The filly, I think, doesn’t conceptually understand what a ‘somepony’ is.”
“Sure, there’s an ex-employee I fired a while back. He made a scene once but that was two years ago.”
“Yes. I’ve had several encounters here with the gang. I used to pay protection money to a set here, a couple years ago. They were comparatively respectable stallions, so far as social parasites go, then one day they replaced them with a couple colts who wanted me to pay an even higher margin. I knew their names and the name of their underboss, it was a kind of sloppy operation, really. I told them to get out of my store, or else I would go to their underboss and tell her they were taking a cut they weren’t supposed to - stealing from her. Then I’d go right down the road and report both of them as spies working for the Changelings, who I overheard talking about blowing up the railway. Those in charge always want scapegoats for lost profits and lost battles. They told me I was bluffing and they would burn down the store. Of course they used all manner of threat; I’ve dealt with their kind before. I told them to get the fuck out of my store. I haven’t seen them since, or any member of the gangs for that matter. That was last March, near the end of the month. Before the siege.”
“No, I am not registered with the Social Democrats, or any party for that matter, nor am I a fascist. There’s been no attempt to unionize in my store. I’ve employed CAN members in the past, but my store was never under any Union. Maybe I’ve been heard making anti-Union statements in the past? Yes, I’ve sold items to occupying soldiers and have worked with their quartmasters. Maybe I’ve been seen with them? I hardly consider it anything other than business.”
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>>137635
He stands there, silent for a moment
“Well.... I don’t know if I can leave for that long. You know, town doctor and all.”
He stands there, silent for a moment
“Well.... I don’t know if I can leave for that long. You know, town doctor and all.”
>>137636
"We will just have to have to call in a replacement while on this urgent mission. I'm sure there is protocol for that."
"We will just have to have to call in a replacement while on this urgent mission. I'm sure there is protocol for that."
>>137637
“But I can’t tell them that!” He protests. “What am I supposed to do? Tell them that the town’s doctor won’t be in today because he is helping rebels?”
“But I can’t tell them that!” He protests. “What am I supposed to do? Tell them that the town’s doctor won’t be in today because he is helping rebels?”
>>137638
"Because he is helping an important changeling that needs medical attention, and they haven't provided enough supply to your station to get the job done. And they will believe it too, with the monsters and all."
"Because he is helping an important changeling that needs medical attention, and they haven't provided enough supply to your station to get the job done. And they will believe it too, with the monsters and all."
>>137639
“Uh... heheh, I’ll let you lead on this one. I’m just not so sure these... ‘friends’ of yours will like what those in Whinnyapolis have to tell them.”
“Uh... heheh, I’ll let you lead on this one. I’m just not so sure these... ‘friends’ of yours will like what those in Whinnyapolis have to tell them.”
>>137643
“Because even ponies would reject it if they heard it, and because I don’t want to displease your friends.”
“Because even ponies would reject it if they heard it, and because I don’t want to displease your friends.”
>>137644
"It is better to be displeased than to take a trip far away to learn the same news. What is it?"
"It is better to be displeased than to take a trip far away to learn the same news. What is it?"
>>137645
“Well... it’s not without good reason they would reject it. Normally I would want a biopsy for confirmation, or a sample. Maybe an x-ray. At the very least I’d have liked to press down on that swelling to tell if it was solid, full of liquid, or what. But the subject isn’t sedated, and I don’t want to cause so much pain that he tries to rip my throat out, or his friends jump me... But I know what this looks like, based on what I saw and what they told me. It looks like cancer. Maybe of the mesothelial lining of the lungs, hard to tell. It looks a little advanced, and it’s almost certainly terminal if it really is cancer. Six months with decent luck, maybe twice that with treatment. Could be less.”
“Well... it’s not without good reason they would reject it. Normally I would want a biopsy for confirmation, or a sample. Maybe an x-ray. At the very least I’d have liked to press down on that swelling to tell if it was solid, full of liquid, or what. But the subject isn’t sedated, and I don’t want to cause so much pain that he tries to rip my throat out, or his friends jump me... But I know what this looks like, based on what I saw and what they told me. It looks like cancer. Maybe of the mesothelial lining of the lungs, hard to tell. It looks a little advanced, and it’s almost certainly terminal if it really is cancer. Six months with decent luck, maybe twice that with treatment. Could be less.”
>>137647
“Treatment is very different from a cure, and the added months of life - it would be measured in months - won’t necessarily be pleasant. But yes, he’d have to travel to get treatment. He’d have to travel to confirm that he even has cancer, and he didn’t just suddenly become allergic to... deer, or foals, or whatever it is he eats.”
“Treatment is very different from a cure, and the added months of life - it would be measured in months - won’t necessarily be pleasant. But yes, he’d have to travel to get treatment. He’d have to travel to confirm that he even has cancer, and he didn’t just suddenly become allergic to... deer, or foals, or whatever it is he eats.”
>>137648
"Well, you still ought to inform them about this. I can assure you that you won't be harmed for giving your diagnosis."
"Well, you still ought to inform them about this. I can assure you that you won't be harmed for giving your diagnosis."
>>137651
"Uh... okay..."
The doctor slowly walks up to the group of four wolves. Makade is the first to see them, pointing his ears forward and coming closer, trying to speak to both Spark and the doctor.
“What were you two talking about? What could you not tell us?”
This time, the doctor tries to answer
“It’s considering the diagnosis. It’s… now please remember, usually we’d want a biopsy to confirm, or at least, a much closer examination than I can do out here.” He is completely emotionless when he says “There is only so much I can do in a forest clearing.”
Waabishki moves forward quickly
“But do you know what it is?!”
“Well, I have a suspicion,” he answers.
“What is it!?” She demands
“Okay… It’s not a firm diagnosis, but it’s a guess based upon what I’ve seen.” He walks around so that he is perpendicular to Miskobag, lying down on the sled. The doctor looks Miskobag in the eye. “I think it’s cancer. It seems like cancer. Maybe Mesothelioma, hard to say.”
Waabishki pulls her lips back and lowers her head, still annoyed. But Makade’s ears fall slowly, his eyes loose their focus, and his lips loosen, almost like a wilting plant. Miskobag keeps his pained wince, but his eyes seem to water. The peppered wolf remains confused, looking in the direction of Spark.
“Cancer? What is cancer?” Waabishki impatiently asks, lowering her head closer to the ground.
The doctor tries to answer “It’s the uncontrolled growth of tissue in parts of the body.”
Waabishki almost interrupts him. “So what is the cure? What would your medicine have him do?”
The doctor looks afraid for a moment, and tries to speak to her.
“There… there… there isn’t a cure. Not really anyways. I think he will die. Maybe some months, maybe a year if he takes certain treatments.”
Waabishki’s expression drifts quickly towards where Makade’s has been, with her jaw opening up, her ears turning down, and her golden eyes becoming very wide. Tears flow down, already dripping onto the snow-covered ground. But after some seconds, she lowers her head, pulls her ears back, and pulls her lips all the way back, baring her teeth in an unambigiously threatening manner at the doctor
“Then what good is your worthless medicine, you alleged doctor!”
The doctor immediately turns around, and bolts back frantically. As soon as the doctor turns, Waabishki bolts after him. For one half second, it looks like Waabishki will chase down the doctor. Makade moves a single step forward, the peppered wolf jumps forward two paces, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, Miskobag yells in his deep voice “STOP.” Waabishki stops after two or three paces. Maybe she stopped at Miskobag’s command, but maybe she stopped because the doctor stopped, as the doctor is now behind Spark, using him to separate himself from Waabishki. Waabishki starts to wail.
"Uh... okay..."
The doctor slowly walks up to the group of four wolves. Makade is the first to see them, pointing his ears forward and coming closer, trying to speak to both Spark and the doctor.
“What were you two talking about? What could you not tell us?”
This time, the doctor tries to answer
“It’s considering the diagnosis. It’s… now please remember, usually we’d want a biopsy to confirm, or at least, a much closer examination than I can do out here.” He is completely emotionless when he says “There is only so much I can do in a forest clearing.”
Waabishki moves forward quickly
“But do you know what it is?!”
“Well, I have a suspicion,” he answers.
“What is it!?” She demands
“Okay… It’s not a firm diagnosis, but it’s a guess based upon what I’ve seen.” He walks around so that he is perpendicular to Miskobag, lying down on the sled. The doctor looks Miskobag in the eye. “I think it’s cancer. It seems like cancer. Maybe Mesothelioma, hard to say.”
Waabishki pulls her lips back and lowers her head, still annoyed. But Makade’s ears fall slowly, his eyes loose their focus, and his lips loosen, almost like a wilting plant. Miskobag keeps his pained wince, but his eyes seem to water. The peppered wolf remains confused, looking in the direction of Spark.
“Cancer? What is cancer?” Waabishki impatiently asks, lowering her head closer to the ground.
The doctor tries to answer “It’s the uncontrolled growth of tissue in parts of the body.”
Waabishki almost interrupts him. “So what is the cure? What would your medicine have him do?”
The doctor looks afraid for a moment, and tries to speak to her.
“There… there… there isn’t a cure. Not really anyways. I think he will die. Maybe some months, maybe a year if he takes certain treatments.”
Waabishki’s expression drifts quickly towards where Makade’s has been, with her jaw opening up, her ears turning down, and her golden eyes becoming very wide. Tears flow down, already dripping onto the snow-covered ground. But after some seconds, she lowers her head, pulls her ears back, and pulls her lips all the way back, baring her teeth in an unambigiously threatening manner at the doctor
“Then what good is your worthless medicine, you alleged doctor!”
The doctor immediately turns around, and bolts back frantically. As soon as the doctor turns, Waabishki bolts after him. For one half second, it looks like Waabishki will chase down the doctor. Makade moves a single step forward, the peppered wolf jumps forward two paces, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, Miskobag yells in his deep voice “STOP.” Waabishki stops after two or three paces. Maybe she stopped at Miskobag’s command, but maybe she stopped because the doctor stopped, as the doctor is now behind Spark, using him to separate himself from Waabishki. Waabishki starts to wail.
>>137652
"The doctor can only do so much here with no means to further examine Miskobag. It is best not to attack somepony that has the courtesy to come this far and has offered to help us travel somewhere to seek a confirmation of suspicions and treatments. As for the illness, it may be best to also consider the aid of the spirits. Whether healing or comfort, it would be worth seeking their aid."
"The doctor can only do so much here with no means to further examine Miskobag. It is best not to attack somepony that has the courtesy to come this far and has offered to help us travel somewhere to seek a confirmation of suspicions and treatments. As for the illness, it may be best to also consider the aid of the spirits. Whether healing or comfort, it would be worth seeking their aid."
>>137653
It almost seems like Waabishki doesn't hear Spark. She quickly turns around, and runs to Miskobag, placing her head and muzzle near his neck, as he lifts up a foreleg to place over her head. She starts crying loudly into his fur.
"Ni-gikinoo'amaagewinini"
Makade has a very concerned and somber expression, staring back to the doctor and Spark. He then slowly turns away, going to the peppered wolf. He slowly takes off the portion of the harness most immediately tying the wolf to the front of the sled. He speaks to the wolf in their language, known only to them. Makade is soft and somber, while the peppered wolf speaks less, but in sharp and fearful questions. At the end, the peppered wolf jumps up, both ears up, then sharply down, and he runs to Miskobag, whining and trying to hug him with his foreleg. Makade slowly walks up to Waabishki, and places a paw on her shoulder.
It almost seems like Waabishki doesn't hear Spark. She quickly turns around, and runs to Miskobag, placing her head and muzzle near his neck, as he lifts up a foreleg to place over her head. She starts crying loudly into his fur.
"Ni-gikinoo'amaagewinini"
Makade has a very concerned and somber expression, staring back to the doctor and Spark. He then slowly turns away, going to the peppered wolf. He slowly takes off the portion of the harness most immediately tying the wolf to the front of the sled. He speaks to the wolf in their language, known only to them. Makade is soft and somber, while the peppered wolf speaks less, but in sharp and fearful questions. At the end, the peppered wolf jumps up, both ears up, then sharply down, and he runs to Miskobag, whining and trying to hug him with his foreleg. Makade slowly walks up to Waabishki, and places a paw on her shoulder.
>>137572
She gets out of the vehicle, at first saying nothing and seeming to not notice the gesture, but then looking back to silver with an awkward smile and uncertain expression. That expression is quickly replaced with laxed lips and what nears fear as the two look at the property of 33 Hoebuck. The building's beige stone exterior reflects the yellow lamps of the street, or the moonlight when the clouds clear, but these illuminated portions seem to almost hover in the air above more dimly lit portions of of the masonry, dark in the night, and the few leafless trees that surround the property make themselves known mostly by the silhouettes they leave on the view of the building. The entryway is taped off with police tape. There is one police cart outside the building, and parked within the area of the tape, and only two lonely lights are on, as seen through the window, both on the second floor.
She gets out of the vehicle, at first saying nothing and seeming to not notice the gesture, but then looking back to silver with an awkward smile and uncertain expression. That expression is quickly replaced with laxed lips and what nears fear as the two look at the property of 33 Hoebuck. The building's beige stone exterior reflects the yellow lamps of the street, or the moonlight when the clouds clear, but these illuminated portions seem to almost hover in the air above more dimly lit portions of of the masonry, dark in the night, and the few leafless trees that surround the property make themselves known mostly by the silhouettes they leave on the view of the building. The entryway is taped off with police tape. There is one police cart outside the building, and parked within the area of the tape, and only two lonely lights are on, as seen through the window, both on the second floor.
>>137659
Silver holds the police tape up and ducks his head to trot through the entryway. He looks back to Pear and motions with his head for her to follow.
"Coming? Police were rather lackadaisical last I was here, and it should not be difficult to come up with something to let us pass."
Silver holds the police tape up and ducks his head to trot through the entryway. He looks back to Pear and motions with his head for her to follow.
"Coming? Police were rather lackadaisical last I was here, and it should not be difficult to come up with something to let us pass."
>>137697
“Well... do you think you could get me artifacts? I mean, could you help me get me something that would help get an insight into their culture? Like one of their books. For academic purposes, it’s so hard to get a hold of these things.”
“Well... do you think you could get me artifacts? I mean, could you help me get me something that would help get an insight into their culture? Like one of their books. For academic purposes, it’s so hard to get a hold of these things.”
>>137706
“No, I mean...” she pulls her lips up to show her front teeth in something between a wince and a smile. “Can you help me?”
“No, I mean...” she pulls her lips up to show her front teeth in something between a wince and a smile. “Can you help me?”
>>137708
"Oh. Okay. I was confused for a moment there." she turns her head back to the dark building, with a sense of unease.
"Oh. Okay. I was confused for a moment there." she turns her head back to the dark building, with a sense of unease.
>>137712
Silver goes forward to the entry way in the administrative section (the middle section), and finds that the door is locked.
Silver goes forward to the entry way in the administrative section (the middle section), and finds that the door is locked.
>>137713
"Hmm. Then we will have to see if we can enter through shipping and receiving. Come on."
Silver trots along the side of the building until he reaches the shipping docks.
"Hmm. Then we will have to see if we can enter through shipping and receiving. Come on."
Silver trots along the side of the building until he reaches the shipping docks.
>>137714
Pear follows cautiously. But when Silver gets to the loading port, he finds that this, too, is locked.
Pear follows cautiously. But when Silver gets to the loading port, he finds that this, too, is locked.
>>137723
"Дерьмо."
The elder unicorn brings up a forehoof to rub the bridge of his snout.
"Okay, I know of one...possibly two other ways inside. Would you rather go in through drainage pipe, or see if nearby church connects to building?"
"Дерьмо."
The elder unicorn brings up a forehoof to rub the bridge of his snout.
"Okay, I know of one...possibly two other ways inside. Would you rather go in through drainage pipe, or see if nearby church connects to building?"
>>137744
She pulls her lips back in something that approaches a smile, albeit with her teeth in the back expose more than the teeth in the fore. It's hard to see in the dim light.
"Heh. I think I know which one I would prefer."
She pulls her lips back in something that approaches a smile, albeit with her teeth in the back expose more than the teeth in the fore. It's hard to see in the dim light.
"Heh. I think I know which one I would prefer."
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