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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>>135222Iron, being the predictable stallion that he is, awaits the moment where the griff was standing right in front of the door, licking his lips softly as he glances for Sands' position and potential critique of his current, somewhat desperate method.
She only stares on. It's hard to tell just precisely where the griffin is, as the floor outside is quieter than the tile in the bathroom
>>135225Iron, feeling the need to ensure the griff comes even closer, does his best imitation of a griffon from what he learnt back at the dock.
"I am-a fine, fellow griffin," he lets out in the crudest Griffalian accent ever recorded in civilized history.
[1d20+1 = 12]<Bluff check
>>135226And the knob turns, and the door starts to open.
Quickly.
>>135227Cursing softly, Iron unleashes the powerful buck, ready to once again give the griffon a nice, snug massage with doors and walls.
>>135230Iron misses the griffon, but pushes strongly into the door, pushing the griffin back into the hallway, closing the door and damaging it
>>135231Iron, feeling his joker side coming up, stifles a smile before licking his lips for yet another cultural appropriation crime.
"It is-a private place!" he calls out with that horrible Griffalian accent.
[1d20+1 = 12]<Bluff Check x2.
>>135232There's a tumble sound outside, and
"È qui!"
>>135234>"È qui!"Uh oh.
Iron quickly opens the door up in order to deliver a strong punch to the now tumbling griffon.
[1d20+5 = 24]<Attack (+5 to -5)
>>135235By the time Iron opens the door, the griffin is recovering, having evidently just picked up a hatchet. But Iron kicks him. Solidly.
>>135223Silver shakes his head no.
"No, came here for you actually. I was wondering if you know of any fences to sell goods to."
>>135238He is knocked back, with the sound of air leaving his lungs making a noticable "hugh" sound.
White Sands charged out and kicks at him
[1d20+4 = 8]>>135237"Well... Yes. I know a few. What kinds of goods?"
>>135239>>135238But she fails.
He swings at Iron, disoriented
[1d20+1 = 3] >>135239Silver pulls the lockbox out of his bags, and gives it to Cauldron.
>>135240>>135238>>135239Now, Iron may attack again
>>135241She looks at it, her eyes going wide
"Wow... This is a nice haul here"
>>135242Iron does so with gusto, albeit far more precise this time.
[1d20+8 = 22]<(+2 to -2) Attack roll
He couldn't help but smile at Sands' attempt to help him out, even if she failed.
(She sure got spirit.)
>>135243And he hits him in the higher chest
>>135245He is knocked down onto the floor, knocking against the wall
>>135246Huffing softly, Iron turns to Sands, patting her back before his ears start to scan for the last enemy.
[1d20+8 = 25]<Listen
>>135247This isn't hard. This isn't hard at all. He's coming for Iron through the open door in the reception area, carrying a double barreled shotgun
>>135242Silver nods.
"That it is. I am still new to city, though, so I have no one to sell it to. Can you help me?"
>>135249She blinks
"Depending on your business..."
Then she smiles
"Yes, I suppose"
>>135250Silver smiles back at her.
"Thank you! Would you want something to drink from bar?"
>>135251She smiles awkwardly
"You're offering to buy me a drink?"
>>135248Charging towards the shotgun wielding griffon with a menacing look on his face in order to sell that scare factor even further, Iron opts to buck the griff in his chin while ignoring the glaring issue of charging at the most effective singlefire close range weapon.
[1d20+7 = 23]<Charge attack (+5 for -5)
>>135252Silver nods.
"Thought it would be at least little bit of thank you for agreeing to help me."
>>135253Not before the Griffin gets at least one shot in
[1d20+4 = 11][1d2 = 2] >>135253With Iron's reduced ability to dodge, he feels the sting of the thunder
[2d10 = 11]>>135254She smiles
"Uh, sure. I like apple whiskey."
>>135257>>135256>>135255Pushing through the insane recoil of the shotgun, Iron connects his powerful strike with a strained smile on his face to intimidate the griffon that thought the big boomstick would actually help him right now.
[1d3+10 = 12]<Bonk
[1d20+9 = 24]<Intimidate (just to add some extra oomph into the griff's psyche.)
>>135256Silver orders another for Cauldron, putting 3 Bits on the counter.
>>135258He is indeed bonked, and knocked down
[1d2 = 2]>>135259She takes the whiskey, drinking half of it before setting it down.
>>135260Iron huffs softly as the pellets inside his coat started to tickle his nerve in a bad way before turning to Sands with a couple of shallow holes in his chest and a smile.
"Whew," he utters out, breathing somewhat even "that was close."
>>135261“Close?!”
She stares at Iron’s bruises and wounds
“What the hell?”
>>135260Silver takes a drink of his own, shaking a little as the alcoholic warmth spreads through his body.
"Ahh...so, how was Khoi's first day working for you?"
>>135262"Those griffs will think twice after that last griff saw me barrelling through that big metal boomstick he got," Iron confirms with a smile before looking at Sands. "Do you think we should keep going or that this will be enough to convince them of our powerful nature?"
>>135263“Oh. You know her?”
She doesn’t wait for the answer
“She... I guess she can learn”
>>135264“Don’t leave any behind. Don’t trust that they are scared. Keep going till none remain.”
>>135265"Fair enough," Iron agrees "so I assume we will look for another place to storm?"
>>135266She turns to her right, looking at the stairs
"Just a minute..."
>>135265Silver nods.
"I live with her, currently. Did Iron tell you where she came from?"
>>135267Iron tilts his head by Sands' holding request, yet provides no comment aside from waiting a follow up to it.
>>135269It's her left, not her rightShe starts to walk up stairs, to the top floor
>>135268"Heh, you live with her? No, he didn't where did she come from?"
>>135270Iron follows Sands along, wondering what was her plan.
>>135271She goes up the stairs, and to a landing with a window at the far end with a door to the left
[1d3 = 2] >>135272Iron remains fully quiet, patiently waiting for her to check out the area for... whatever she had spotted.