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."
>>137745
Silver smiles back, and lets out a bit of a chuckle.
"Heh, right. It is bit of trot, church is on other side of building. Let us go."
Silver smiles back, and lets out a bit of a chuckle.
"Heh, right. It is bit of trot, church is on other side of building. Let us go."
>>137748
"Okay." Pear follows him as Silver starts the walk back onto Hoebuck Street, then down to where Hoebuck Street splits off from Horseman Avenue. It's dark night, past twilight, yet still creatures roam the streets, as though the work day is over, the bars are far from closed. Nor is the darkness pure, as street lamps cast an almost obnoxiously yellow light upon that which is under, and waning gibbous moon casts a pale white light upon all, making the two ponies fairly visible to the groups of creatures - mostly griffins, though a couple zebra can be seen - who pass by talking in drunken merriment. Pear stays close to Silver, very close, as the two walk down the street the few blocks to Sacred Heart. Turning around the corner to Horseman Avenue, Silver sees the old Gilman Hotel, and across from it, the crumbling spires on either side of the street-facing portion of the Church of the Sacred Heart. Up the stairs to wooden doors, a paper on the door advertises reduced cost for lessons on the Schuhplattler.
"Okay." Pear follows him as Silver starts the walk back onto Hoebuck Street, then down to where Hoebuck Street splits off from Horseman Avenue. It's dark night, past twilight, yet still creatures roam the streets, as though the work day is over, the bars are far from closed. Nor is the darkness pure, as street lamps cast an almost obnoxiously yellow light upon that which is under, and waning gibbous moon casts a pale white light upon all, making the two ponies fairly visible to the groups of creatures - mostly griffins, though a couple zebra can be seen - who pass by talking in drunken merriment. Pear stays close to Silver, very close, as the two walk down the street the few blocks to Sacred Heart. Turning around the corner to Horseman Avenue, Silver sees the old Gilman Hotel, and across from it, the crumbling spires on either side of the street-facing portion of the Church of the Sacred Heart. Up the stairs to wooden doors, a paper on the door advertises reduced cost for lessons on the Schuhplattler.
>>137758
This works, actually.
Silver opens the door to find the wooden floored almost square room with sections to either side, with its decaying ceiling, has had most of the seats removed from the floor. Only a few chairs can be found off to the side, and there is what resembles a tabernacle over in the back besides a couple doors, a recessed are, and a raised section holding the equipment of a band. The center of the floor is clear.
This works, actually.
Silver opens the door to find the wooden floored almost square room with sections to either side, with its decaying ceiling, has had most of the seats removed from the floor. Only a few chairs can be found off to the side, and there is what resembles a tabernacle over in the back besides a couple doors, a recessed are, and a raised section holding the equipment of a band. The center of the floor is clear.
>>137759
Silver lets out a forlorn sigh.
"This used to be Northern Orthodox church. It is sad to see it in such state."
Silver lets out a forlorn sigh.
"This used to be Northern Orthodox church. It is sad to see it in such state."
>>137760
She looks up, and around, carefully studying the church
"I can see... the sections to the side look to be added on in later construction. The shape of the center section is more like the Reformed tradition... But this is very degraded."
She looks rather solemn, staring at the white paint on the lower sections of the walls, or what frescos of the princesses that were never covered, higher up on the ceiling.
She looks up, and around, carefully studying the church
"I can see... the sections to the side look to be added on in later construction. The shape of the center section is more like the Reformed tradition... But this is very degraded."
She looks rather solemn, staring at the white paint on the lower sections of the walls, or what frescos of the princesses that were never covered, higher up on the ceiling.
>>137761
Silver trots around the wooden floor, listening to his hoofsteps for any hollow sounds that would expose a hatch's location.
Silver trots around the wooden floor, listening to his hoofsteps for any hollow sounds that would expose a hatch's location.
>>137763
On the main wooden floor - that is, the portion of the floor in front of the raised section holding the altar and the musical instruments - Silver can hear a ring that signifies that underneath is neither solid foundation, nor at any part is the floor especially thin or hollow, as if suspended over air by a single sheet of wood. The sections off to the left and right, which don't even have wood, provide no ring.
On the main wooden floor - that is, the portion of the floor in front of the raised section holding the altar and the musical instruments - Silver can hear a ring that signifies that underneath is neither solid foundation, nor at any part is the floor especially thin or hollow, as if suspended over air by a single sheet of wood. The sections off to the left and right, which don't even have wood, provide no ring.
>>137768
While Silver looks for some kind of hatch, he asks Pear a question.
"You have experience with different denominations of Celestialism. Are there any you are more attracted to than others?"
While Silver looks for some kind of hatch, he asks Pear a question.
"You have experience with different denominations of Celestialism. Are there any you are more attracted to than others?"
>>137769
There does not seem to be any hatch on the main floor in the front portion of the room.
"That's.... Well, my father was in the Reformed Tradition. He didn't attend much. They have a very solemn way of practicing, I think. My Mother was in the Harmonist Universal sect. They are more ritualistic. Especially the rites of the brand her mother came from. There's something about the ritualism that appeals to me."
There does not seem to be any hatch on the main floor in the front portion of the room.
"That's.... Well, my father was in the Reformed Tradition. He didn't attend much. They have a very solemn way of practicing, I think. My Mother was in the Harmonist Universal sect. They are more ritualistic. Especially the rites of the brand her mother came from. There's something about the ritualism that appeals to me."
>>137770
Since this implies there are other parts of this church, I would assume Silver goes to check those. He nods in response to her answer.
"And Northern Orthodox?"
Since this implies there are other parts of this church, I would assume Silver goes to check those. He nods in response to her answer.
"And Northern Orthodox?"
Sorry, I've been preoccupied lately. I can start playing again tomorrow.
>>137771
She tries to give a faint smile. Or she seems to, if Silver is paying attention
"They are more mystical. They are the opposite of the Reformed, in many ways."
The raised section, half circular in shape, is comparatively solid, or even entirely solid at points, though segments near the instrument resonate a bit more. Going down on the floor below, behind, and to the sides, the segment that separates the main floor from the section that surrounds the platform containing the altar, is solid. But just a step beyond, and it sounds more like the main floor. The semi circle surrounding the platform is wooden, but it is a different sort of wood, seemingly older than the main floor. It sounds comparatively normal...
Until Silver arrives on a section in front of a door. Here is an unmistakable knocking sound when Silver stomps on it.
>>137784
That's alright. I'll probably be around tomorrow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsM_VmN6ytk
She tries to give a faint smile. Or she seems to, if Silver is paying attention
"They are more mystical. They are the opposite of the Reformed, in many ways."
The raised section, half circular in shape, is comparatively solid, or even entirely solid at points, though segments near the instrument resonate a bit more. Going down on the floor below, behind, and to the sides, the segment that separates the main floor from the section that surrounds the platform containing the altar, is solid. But just a step beyond, and it sounds more like the main floor. The semi circle surrounding the platform is wooden, but it is a different sort of wood, seemingly older than the main floor. It sounds comparatively normal...
Until Silver arrives on a section in front of a door. Here is an unmistakable knocking sound when Silver stomps on it.
>>137784
That's alright. I'll probably be around tomorrow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsM_VmN6ytk
>>137787
Silver nods in response to her question.
"It is much how I remember it. I thought it was so odd learning as foal that other denominations thought idols of Celestia were blasphemous."
He smiles once he hears the knocking sound, and attempts to use his magic to lift on this section of floor.
Silver nods in response to her question.
"It is much how I remember it. I thought it was so odd learning as foal that other denominations thought idols of Celestia were blasphemous."
He smiles once he hears the knocking sound, and attempts to use his magic to lift on this section of floor.
>>137803
“Well, the idea is that it isn’t Celestia herself, but what she represents...” she stands there with her mouth partly open, and tilts her head a little to the side, like she is contemplating whether to say more. But she does not continue.
When Silver pulls at the panel, it seems to give slightly, to lift up a small fraction of an inch. But it does not rise, as it stops
“Well, the idea is that it isn’t Celestia herself, but what she represents...” she stands there with her mouth partly open, and tilts her head a little to the side, like she is contemplating whether to say more. But she does not continue.
When Silver pulls at the panel, it seems to give slightly, to lift up a small fraction of an inch. But it does not rise, as it stops
>>137805
Silver looks over to her, a little curious what it was she was going to say.
"What is wrong? I find what you have to say on religion very interesting."
Silver looks over to her, a little curious what it was she was going to say.
"What is wrong? I find what you have to say on religion very interesting."
>>137806
“Well... I meant that the reformed think that placing too much emphasis on physical representations of certain figures can amount to fetishism... and in any case, distracts from the ideas, and the principles the representations are made to represent.” She says, somewhat softly
“Well... I meant that the reformed think that placing too much emphasis on physical representations of certain figures can amount to fetishism... and in any case, distracts from the ideas, and the principles the representations are made to represent.” She says, somewhat softly
>>137807
Silver looks around for an outline of a hatch in the floor, or anything that looks like a handle.
"Then what is it they think of Celestia? Not as our Goddess, but as pony and our ruler?"
Silver looks around for an outline of a hatch in the floor, or anything that looks like a handle.
"Then what is it they think of Celestia? Not as our Goddess, but as pony and our ruler?"
>>137809
“Well... that’s a matter of politics, really. But generally... She is the mother of Equestria. Or at the very least, the older sister, that helped guide the ponies through life.”
“Well... that’s a matter of politics, really. But generally... She is the mother of Equestria. Or at the very least, the older sister, that helped guide the ponies through life.”
>>137810
"But she is physical representation of Harmony, yes? Would they have problem worshipping her?"
"But she is physical representation of Harmony, yes? Would they have problem worshipping her?"
>>137814
“I never said it was true... or even that I fully understand their theology...”
There seems to be a kind of outline in the floor, maybe where the boards end. It seems to correlate well with the door on the wall
“I never said it was true... or even that I fully understand their theology...”
There seems to be a kind of outline in the floor, maybe where the boards end. It seems to correlate well with the door on the wall
>>137816
"It is alright, I suppose it is just differences between Northern Orthodoxy and Reformed beliefs. We less worshipped Harmony - though we did worship it somewhat - and more worshipped Goddess Celestia herself."
Silver decides he should probably try the door.
"It is alright, I suppose it is just differences between Northern Orthodoxy and Reformed beliefs. We less worshipped Harmony - though we did worship it somewhat - and more worshipped Goddess Celestia herself."
Silver decides he should probably try the door.
>>137817
It’s... a walk-in closet. There are costumes on racks on each side. There is no light on. The floor is the sand kind of wood as outside.
It’s... a walk-in closet. There are costumes on racks on each side. There is no light on. The floor is the sand kind of wood as outside.
>>137818
Silver desides to try to see if the floor of the closet is the hatch he's looking for.
"I am somewhat curious, since this is topic I do actually know about: what is it you know about Orthodoxy?"
Silver desides to try to see if the floor of the closet is the hatch he's looking for.
"I am somewhat curious, since this is topic I do actually know about: what is it you know about Orthodoxy?"
>>137819
Roll wisdom
“We covered some of its principles in Comparative Religion when I was an undergraduate.”
Roll wisdom
“We covered some of its principles in Comparative Religion when I was an undergraduate.”
>>137821
Silver can make out the outline of a wooden rectangle on the floor at the beginning of the closet, and extending into part of the floor outside.
“Well, a belief that a connection to the larger universe can be made by means of experience and feeling, rather than, let’s say, action.”
Silver can make out the outline of a wooden rectangle on the floor at the beginning of the closet, and extending into part of the floor outside.
“Well, a belief that a connection to the larger universe can be made by means of experience and feeling, rather than, let’s say, action.”
>>137822
"That is very intellectual answer, I must say. I am afraid I do not know quite what it means."
He tries the hatch now, since the door is open.
"That is very intellectual answer, I must say. I am afraid I do not know quite what it means."
He tries the hatch now, since the door is open.
>>137823
And clack. The hatch opens. Pear jumps slightly. The hatch opens to a wooden stairwell to a dark basement with brick walls.
And clack. The hatch opens. Pear jumps slightly. The hatch opens to a wooden stairwell to a dark basement with brick walls.
Sorry I wasn't able to make it, that's entirely on me
>>137824
Silver smiles at Pear before pulling his flashlight from his bags and descending the stairs into the dark below.
Silver smiles at Pear before pulling his flashlight from his bags and descending the stairs into the dark below.
>>137826
The room is dark, revealing nothing but where the light hits. The floor is concrete, and the walls are a yellow brick of a semi-modern style. It looks like the room is a full sized basement.
Pear takes a peak down
“I wasn’t expecting this...”
The room is dark, revealing nothing but where the light hits. The floor is concrete, and the walls are a yellow brick of a semi-modern style. It looks like the room is a full sized basement.
Pear takes a peak down
“I wasn’t expecting this...”
>>137827
Silver shines his flashlight around the room, to get an idea of what is inside. He steps forward to give Pear room to come down.
"What is it you were expecting?"
Silver shines his flashlight around the room, to get an idea of what is inside. He steps forward to give Pear room to come down.
"What is it you were expecting?"
>>137828
Mostly the room is open, evidently occupying, for the most part, the area under the main floor. The stairs going down goes towards a wall, requiring Silver to look back to see most of the room. Though much of the space is empty floor, it has more than a few items of note. A number of chairs, like what Silver saw a few nights before. A set of restraints. A stone statue of a griffin, albeit admittedly a fairly mundane looking one On each side of the room painted onto the wall, a symbol like a radiating and rotating sun. And what seem to be entrances.
Pear answers
“I don’t... know”
But she doesn’t hesitate in following Silver down the stairs
“Probably should have tied my tail up...”
Mostly the room is open, evidently occupying, for the most part, the area under the main floor. The stairs going down goes towards a wall, requiring Silver to look back to see most of the room. Though much of the space is empty floor, it has more than a few items of note. A number of chairs, like what Silver saw a few nights before. A set of restraints. A stone statue of a griffin, albeit admittedly a fairly mundane looking one On each side of the room painted onto the wall, a symbol like a radiating and rotating sun. And what seem to be entrances.
Pear answers
“I don’t... know”
But she doesn’t hesitate in following Silver down the stairs
“Probably should have tied my tail up...”
>>137829
The restraints confuse and concern the elder unicorn. He looks back at Pear.
"Well, if you did not mind having your hair down, we could tie your tail up into bun."
The restraints confuse and concern the elder unicorn. He looks back at Pear.
"Well, if you did not mind having your hair down, we could tie your tail up into bun."
>>137830
“Well... usually I just wrap it, to keep it out of the way and to keep the moisture in the air from messing it up. Maybe a bun is necessary in a structure like this? Maybe... a long tail could be pulled by an attacker? I don’t know....”
“Well... usually I just wrap it, to keep it out of the way and to keep the moisture in the air from messing it up. Maybe a bun is necessary in a structure like this? Maybe... a long tail could be pulled by an attacker? I don’t know....”
>>137831
"I do not think we will run into one...I hope. It is more if you are worried about messing your tail."
Which directions do the entrances face, relative to the rest of 33 Hoebuck?
"I do not think we will run into one...I hope. It is more if you are worried about messing your tail."
Which directions do the entrances face, relative to the rest of 33 Hoebuck?
>>137832
Two. Actually three, but one is in a section that makes it look like a side room One door facing Horseman Avenue. One door a little north and facing East, opposite of Horsemsn avenue and to the left of where Silver entered. One on the right side, in a set of wall that protrudes into the basement.
“I... alright. I should probably just wrap it then, as I do in most field work”
Two. Actually three, but one is in a section that makes it look like a side room One door facing Horseman Avenue. One door a little north and facing East, opposite of Horsemsn avenue and to the left of where Silver entered. One on the right side, in a set of wall that protrudes into the basement.
“I... alright. I should probably just wrap it then, as I do in most field work”
>>137834
“It’s difficult to do while standing... normally I do it while sitting, but the floor is dirty... so I wouldn’t mind help.”
“It’s difficult to do while standing... normally I do it while sitting, but the floor is dirty... so I wouldn’t mind help.”
>>137835
He nods, gives her a soft smile, and gently pulls out the band he used to put up her mane. She feels his magic grab a hold of her tail as he offers her an apology, before he trots behind her and works on putting it up in a neat little bun. He focuses solely on her tail, and averts his eyes away from anything else in the same vicinity to give her at least the barest minimum decency.
He nods, gives her a soft smile, and gently pulls out the band he used to put up her mane. She feels his magic grab a hold of her tail as he offers her an apology, before he trots behind her and works on putting it up in a neat little bun. He focuses solely on her tail, and averts his eyes away from anything else in the same vicinity to give her at least the barest minimum decency.
>>137836
She pulls out a second or more bands rather than letting her mane come down; she wants that up for the same reasons as her tail.
She lists her tail up slightly to let this be done, not seeming to mind any part of the process. Soon, Silver is able to get it into a neat enough gun, though the amount of hair in her long, somewhat bushy tail is rather high.
She pulls out a second or more bands rather than letting her mane come down; she wants that up for the same reasons as her tail.
She lists her tail up slightly to let this be done, not seeming to mind any part of the process. Soon, Silver is able to get it into a neat enough gun, though the amount of hair in her long, somewhat bushy tail is rather high.
>>137837
Thanks for the clarification.
He smiles to himself once the job is done.
"There! Not bad for old stallion, eh?"
Thanks for the clarification.
He smiles to himself once the job is done.
"There! Not bad for old stallion, eh?"
>>137838
“Uh, sure”
She smiles awkwardly, moves her tail, then turns around to face Silver.
“Now let’s try to uncover whatever is hiding here.”
“Uh, sure”
She smiles awkwardly, moves her tail, then turns around to face Silver.
“Now let’s try to uncover whatever is hiding here.”
>>137840
Opening the door... Silver finds a small room, perhaps five by seven feet and rectangular in shape, with a hole in the concrete on the floor, and indeed with no floor at all in portions with clay and sand visible, a single empty pail on the ground, and a couple pipes visible at the end of the tiny room.
Opening the door... Silver finds a small room, perhaps five by seven feet and rectangular in shape, with a hole in the concrete on the floor, and indeed with no floor at all in portions with clay and sand visible, a single empty pail on the ground, and a couple pipes visible at the end of the tiny room.
>>137842
It's a square hole, and inside is sand. The sand is moist, and partly mixed with silt and clay. In some areas is several; inches deeper than the floor, while on the side opposite Silver it even escapes the floor and covers a small portion of the concrete.
Pear remains in the main room and looks around
"I know some buildings were raised about four decades ago. I wonder if this is one of them."
It's a square hole, and inside is sand. The sand is moist, and partly mixed with silt and clay. In some areas is several; inches deeper than the floor, while on the side opposite Silver it even escapes the floor and covers a small portion of the concrete.
Pear remains in the main room and looks around
"I know some buildings were raised about four decades ago. I wonder if this is one of them."
[1d2 = 2]
>>137843
"With as close as building is to ocean, I can believe that. I wonder if this hole was dug to measure ocean levels, and if it started filling with water it was alert that ocean was rising."
Ultimately, Silver decides there isn't must else of interest in this room, and heads back into the main room. Looking at the two other pathways, he picks one at random.
"Eeny, meeny, miny..."
>>137843
"With as close as building is to ocean, I can believe that. I wonder if this hole was dug to measure ocean levels, and if it started filling with water it was alert that ocean was rising."
Ultimately, Silver decides there isn't must else of interest in this room, and heads back into the main room. Looking at the two other pathways, he picks one at random.
"Eeny, meeny, miny..."
>>137844
She takes a peak into the room
"Looks like unfinished construction. But maybe. If the water table is this high, something has gone wrong."
The entrance is covered by a small steel door that takes some effort to pull open. But when Silver does, it reveals the entrance to a tunnel with brick walls, and a height just barely enough for a quadruped to walk through. While electric lights seem to be rigged inside of the tunnel (a wire running through the ceiling is visible), there is no light in the tunnel, and Silver stares into darkness with no end in sight
She takes a peak into the room
"Looks like unfinished construction. But maybe. If the water table is this high, something has gone wrong."
The entrance is covered by a small steel door that takes some effort to pull open. But when Silver does, it reveals the entrance to a tunnel with brick walls, and a height just barely enough for a quadruped to walk through. While electric lights seem to be rigged inside of the tunnel (a wire running through the ceiling is visible), there is no light in the tunnel, and Silver stares into darkness with no end in sight
>>137846
"Let us see where this leads, shall we?"
After waiting for Pear, Silver shines his light down the tunnel and follows it.
"Let us see where this leads, shall we?"
After waiting for Pear, Silver shines his light down the tunnel and follows it.
>>137847
She looks down the tunnel, somewhat concerned, but follows.
The tunnel goes forward some length, likely at least 100 feet, straight and away from Horseman avenue. The floor is dirt, and at points the tunnel seems to sag. This goes on until it dead ends at another door.
She looks down the tunnel, somewhat concerned, but follows.
The tunnel goes forward some length, likely at least 100 feet, straight and away from Horseman avenue. The floor is dirt, and at points the tunnel seems to sag. This goes on until it dead ends at another door.
>>137850
At first the door scarcely budges, though a scraping sound hints at what may come with more effort. Evidently the door presses hard into the bottom of the doorwell, bent out of shape from its original construction. With a shove, the flies open, and reveals another tunnel. But this tunnel is older and lined with yellow brick, closer to cylindrical in shape with curved walls, and much taller, while running perpendicular to the direction Silver came. The floor of the tunnel is slightly lower than the floor of the tunnel Silver is moving through, and the ceiling somewhat higher. This tunnel, too, is unlit.
At first the door scarcely budges, though a scraping sound hints at what may come with more effort. Evidently the door presses hard into the bottom of the doorwell, bent out of shape from its original construction. With a shove, the flies open, and reveals another tunnel. But this tunnel is older and lined with yellow brick, closer to cylindrical in shape with curved walls, and much taller, while running perpendicular to the direction Silver came. The floor of the tunnel is slightly lower than the floor of the tunnel Silver is moving through, and the ceiling somewhat higher. This tunnel, too, is unlit.
>>137852
The tunnel goes off in two directions, one to the left and north, and the other to the south. The tunnel feels at least somewhat damp, and in the silence Silver can hear the scurrying of mice.
Pear:
"It's like a dream I had. Or like those serials they play at the cinema, or on the radio."
The tunnel goes off in two directions, one to the left and north, and the other to the south. The tunnel feels at least somewhat damp, and in the silence Silver can hear the scurrying of mice.
Pear:
"It's like a dream I had. Or like those serials they play at the cinema, or on the radio."
[1d2 = 2]
>>137853
"I suppose I could see that. How long ago do you think this was built? Was it part of original construction?"
Silver chooses...
>>137853
"I suppose I could see that. How long ago do you think this was built? Was it part of original construction?"
Silver chooses...
>>137855
This path goes maybe 50 feet. The tunnel dead ends at a brick wall - though it is a brick wall that looks a little different in color from the remainder. Immediately to the wall's right, is a concrete door well. Though there is no door, and there are steps leading up to a door well.
This path goes maybe 50 feet. The tunnel dead ends at a brick wall - though it is a brick wall that looks a little different in color from the remainder. Immediately to the wall's right, is a concrete door well. Though there is no door, and there are steps leading up to a door well.
>>137856
"Huh. Looks like this path was sealed off at some point."
Silver tries the door wells on the right.
"Huh. Looks like this path was sealed off at some point."
Silver tries the door wells on the right.
>>137858
Silver looks at Pear.
"Well...unless you have way to unlock it, now would be good time to step back so I can buck it open."
Silver looks at Pear.
"Well...unless you have way to unlock it, now would be good time to step back so I can buck it open."
>>137859
Silver scarcely needs to say anything. She stands far back, though she seems to be averse to the darkness.
Silver scarcely needs to say anything. She stands far back, though she seems to be averse to the darkness.
>>137861
The door has five points of contact with the wall: three hinges, the closing mechanism, and the lock. All five are broken as the door breaks from the wall and falls to hit the wall on the other side.
Just looking in, Silver can see a lit white washed wall
The door has five points of contact with the wall: three hinges, the closing mechanism, and the lock. All five are broken as the door breaks from the wall and falls to hit the wall on the other side.
Just looking in, Silver can see a lit white washed wall
>>137863
Looking inside, Silver can see that he is on one side of the end of a hallway. Exactly what this building is isn't clear, but it's certainly newer than the tunnels from which they came
Looking inside, Silver can see that he is on one side of the end of a hallway. Exactly what this building is isn't clear, but it's certainly newer than the tunnels from which they came
>>137569
Amber's ears twitch anxiously as High Sewn recounts her encounter with the gang members. Are ponies that mean? And why would anypony cause trouble all of a sudden?
Amber's ears twitch anxiously as High Sewn recounts her encounter with the gang members. Are ponies that mean? And why would anypony cause trouble all of a sudden?
>>137867
The officer seems to ask High Sewn a number of questions, but the interview concludes eventually, and the officer walks away, and out of the shop.
>>137865
Silver enters the hallway to find white washed cinderblock walls, dead ending at a window on the left, but continuing down the hallway on the right, with a couple doors, a window looking into a room, and ending in a door
The officer seems to ask High Sewn a number of questions, but the interview concludes eventually, and the officer walks away, and out of the shop.
>>137865
Silver enters the hallway to find white washed cinderblock walls, dead ending at a window on the left, but continuing down the hallway on the right, with a couple doors, a window looking into a room, and ending in a door
>>137871
The windows are simple pieces of glass. The one at the far end leads into a larger room with a high ceiling, concrete floors and a light on the far end with stacks of some rectangular item some five feet high in piles. Looking into the window on each of the rooms, it seems to be an internal office space in a bricked in room with one window on the far side.
The windows are simple pieces of glass. The one at the far end leads into a larger room with a high ceiling, concrete floors and a light on the far end with stacks of some rectangular item some five feet high in piles. Looking into the window on each of the rooms, it seems to be an internal office space in a bricked in room with one window on the far side.
Amber gathers information about hardware stores nearby. [1d20+2 = 20]
>>137875
A contractor who specializes in repairing windows can be phoned, to replace the window hopefully from stock in town. Windows can be carted and either installed by a crew, or simply delivered and installed by the recipient.
A contractor who specializes in repairing windows can be phoned, to replace the window hopefully from stock in town. Windows can be carted and either installed by a crew, or simply delivered and installed by the recipient.
>>137876
Amber approaches High Sewn with an anxious smile. "Ma'am, this here is a phone number of a shop that does windows. Do you want them to install it or us to do the job?"
Amber approaches High Sewn with an anxious smile. "Ma'am, this here is a phone number of a shop that does windows. Do you want them to install it or us to do the job?"
>>137877
She looks at Amber for a moment.
"It's probably best to let them install it."
Outside, a stallion in a baggy grey duster and a fedora looks inside the shop.
She looks at Amber for a moment.
"It's probably best to let them install it."
Outside, a stallion in a baggy grey duster and a fedora looks inside the shop.
Amber hurries to clean up what's left of the broken glass. She calls out to the stallion, "Don't mind the mess. Is there anything you might like?"
>>137879
The stallion approaches Amber. The duster covers much of his body, baggy on the back, but showing part of a short black tail, large hooves covered in greyish fur, and most of his face. His muzzle is a dark grey, and his fur is a grey with a purplish hue, though it has several stripes along the back of his neck and the side of his face that are a much darker grey. His mane is well kept and short black, and his eyes are a dark amber. His fedora covers the tips of his ears, though the bottom portion is visible. His grey duster has a rectangle with checkered yellow and black and a mare on it, as well as a separate circle with three downwards left facing white arrows in it.
"Ma'am. Do you work at this establishment?" He asks. His voice is deep, and definitely accented to the Celestial Coast region.
>>137880
Pear, though reluctant, comes up and into the hallway
"I... Don't know... it looks like a building in Eastern Redheart."
The stallion approaches Amber. The duster covers much of his body, baggy on the back, but showing part of a short black tail, large hooves covered in greyish fur, and most of his face. His muzzle is a dark grey, and his fur is a grey with a purplish hue, though it has several stripes along the back of his neck and the side of his face that are a much darker grey. His mane is well kept and short black, and his eyes are a dark amber. His fedora covers the tips of his ears, though the bottom portion is visible. His grey duster has a rectangle with checkered yellow and black and a mare on it, as well as a separate circle with three downwards left facing white arrows in it.
"Ma'am. Do you work at this establishment?" He asks. His voice is deep, and definitely accented to the Celestial Coast region.
>>137880
Pear, though reluctant, comes up and into the hallway
"I... Don't know... it looks like a building in Eastern Redheart."
>>137882
The stallion sits down, and pulls out a pencil and a notepad, holding it in his hooves and looking back at Amber
"Tell me - if I could avoid going through your boss - was this establishment the victim of a politically motivated attack?"
The stallion sits down, and pulls out a pencil and a notepad, holding it in his hooves and looking back at Amber
"Tell me - if I could avoid going through your boss - was this establishment the victim of a politically motivated attack?"
>>137883
"I…I think so. The stallion who broke the window didn't take anything, and Miss Sewn said nopony had threatened her for over a year…"
"I…I think so. The stallion who broke the window didn't take anything, and Miss Sewn said nopony had threatened her for over a year…"
>>137884
He looks at the drawing next to the window, and seems to reproduce it with delicacy in his notepad, gripping the pencil with his oversized hooves.
"So did you see him? What did he look like? Did he yell out any phrases?"
He looks at the drawing next to the window, and seems to reproduce it with delicacy in his notepad, gripping the pencil with his oversized hooves.
"So did you see him? What did he look like? Did he yell out any phrases?"
"He didn't say a word, but he did apparently draw that…" she says, gesturing to the anarchist symbol by the shop. Amber then painstakingly repeats the description she heard Guy give the police.
>>137886
He takes the time to write or draw something as Amber describes it to him. Then he looks back up to Amber
"Where did he go?"
He takes the time to write or draw something as Amber describes it to him. Then he looks back up to Amber
"Where did he go?"
>>137887
"He went down that-a-way. We tried to chase him but we lost him by the time we got to that alley down there with the metal stairs on the outside."
"He went down that-a-way. We tried to chase him but we lost him by the time we got to that alley down there with the metal stairs on the outside."
>>137881
Silver nods, and decides to keep exploring the building until he can find an external window or doorway.
Silver nods, and decides to keep exploring the building until he can find an external window or doorway.
>>137889
Amber hesitates, looking between the shop and the direction of the chase. Well, it's just about cleaned up, I don't think we're going to have more business today and they'll be installing the window themselves. Plus, it's not that far anyway…
"Alright, I'll take you there."
Sorry, have to call it for today.
Amber hesitates, looking between the shop and the direction of the chase. Well, it's just about cleaned up, I don't think we're going to have more business today and they'll be installing the window themselves. Plus, it's not that far anyway…
"Alright, I'll take you there."
Sorry, have to call it for today.
>>137890
At the end of the hallway, turning right, is a door that leads into a room that, looking through it, seems to be a reception area or foyer. This area is not illuminated in the night
At the end of the hallway, turning right, is a door that leads into a room that, looking through it, seems to be a reception area or foyer. This area is not illuminated in the night
>>137893
The door to the foyer is locked, but a mechanism to unlock the door can be found on the inside, which Silver presumably uses to unlock and open the door. This looks like a simple reception area with a desk, a window through the door to the back, a pair of simple wooden chairs, a hallway leading off to the left, some paper with writing hanging on the wall on a cork pin board on the left, and windows and a door on the opposite side
The door to the foyer is locked, but a mechanism to unlock the door can be found on the inside, which Silver presumably uses to unlock and open the door. This looks like a simple reception area with a desk, a window through the door to the back, a pair of simple wooden chairs, a hallway leading off to the left, some paper with writing hanging on the wall on a cork pin board on the left, and windows and a door on the opposite side
>>137907
On the wall are papers talking about varieties of doors available for purchase. Wooden doors, sometimes steel. Varieties with glass windows or not. Some information about what materials are in short supply, and about varieties of shipping and installation.
On the wall are papers talking about varieties of doors available for purchase. Wooden doors, sometimes steel. Varieties with glass windows or not. Some information about what materials are in short supply, and about varieties of shipping and installation.
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