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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>>135570
He has a half smile, and places the tooth down. Then he picks up the brooch
"A golden brooch"
Then the wedding band
"A wedding band... It seems to be broken. A necklace, missing its jewels. And a golden capped tooth belonging to a zebra I believe."
Now he smiles more intently
"Only an animal had to die for this haul? You are more efficient than I would have guessed. I assure you, I operate with complete discretion. That is well worth your 100 bits."
He has a half smile, and places the tooth down. Then he picks up the brooch
"A golden brooch"
Then the wedding band
"A wedding band... It seems to be broken. A necklace, missing its jewels. And a golden capped tooth belonging to a zebra I believe."
Now he smiles more intently
"Only an animal had to die for this haul? You are more efficient than I would have guessed. I assure you, I operate with complete discretion. That is well worth your 100 bits."
>>135572
"Do not worry. I pay in coin."
He removes the set of jewelry in the box, and places gold coins in a pile, counting out to 1100 bits
"Do not worry. I pay in coin."
He removes the set of jewelry in the box, and places gold coins in a pile, counting out to 1100 bits
>>135573
Silver smiles.
"That in and of itself is worth that 100 Bits. I thank you."
He shovels the Bits in his bags, which now jingle with the sound of coin.
"I hope we can do business again soon."
Silver smiles.
"That in and of itself is worth that 100 Bits. I thank you."
He shovels the Bits in his bags, which now jingle with the sound of coin.
"I hope we can do business again soon."
>>135574
He nods, with the strange smile still
"I always welcome repeat business"
Silver gains the whole set of coins, which at least are not too bulky
He nods, with the strange smile still
"I always welcome repeat business"
Silver gains the whole set of coins, which at least are not too bulky
>>135575
Silver bids him goodbye, and leaves for his last destination of the night: to go visit Pear Faucet.
Silver bids him goodbye, and leaves for his last destination of the night: to go visit Pear Faucet.
>>135576
Presumably, Silver goes to the motel where Ms. Faucet told him she was staying. It's an L shape one story building with red tile roofs and pink tinted white stucco walls.
Presumably, Silver goes to the motel where Ms. Faucet told him she was staying. It's an L shape one story building with red tile roofs and pink tinted white stucco walls.
>>135579
Good! He enters the front office to ask the person behind the counter which room is Pear Faucet's.
Good! He enters the front office to ask the person behind the counter which room is Pear Faucet's.
>>135580
It's a middle aged mare with her mane in a bun and glasses.
"You lookin' for a guest?" She says, skeptically, looking up from reading a magazine. "And who are you?"
It's a middle aged mare with her mane in a bun and glasses.
"You lookin' for a guest?" She says, skeptically, looking up from reading a magazine. "And who are you?"
>>135581
Silver nods.
"Yes, Pear Faucet. I am Silver Sword, by way. I met her earlier today and we talked about getting toget to talk some more. Is she at her room?"
Silver nods.
"Yes, Pear Faucet. I am Silver Sword, by way. I met her earlier today and we talked about getting toget to talk some more. Is she at her room?"
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As the day progresses Amber seems to grow weary and she elects to return back to her new apartment, choosing a direct route along major streets. Hopefully no new interruptions happen along the way.
She does not spare a glance to her landlord/receptionist on the way up, though it does take Amber a moment to remember where the stairway is. She trudges up the cramped stairs and down the hallway, stretching her neck tiredly. Once reaching her door she pushes her snout below her cloak and pulls it back a moment later with a keyring with a solitary key. It doesn't take long for Amber to open her door and lock it behind her.
Once laying her burlap cloak as well as her headscarf on top of her dress over the counter, the mare does some stretches to loosen those muscles exerted by a day-long trot and heads into the bathroom. The toilet itself is designed with ponies in mind, being slightly elongated and set low to the floor. However, the space which encloses it is not, as most ponies would need to bend their hind legs at an uncomfortable angles with hooves pressed to the wall. Thankfully this is not so much of an issue for Amber, and although the wooden lid is cracked and smells strongly of chemicals, the commode flushes effectively if slowly. The sink is likewise a simple rectangle with a bare pipe underneath, and it has a single faucet topped by a spoked knob. After turning the knob the faucet spurts water erratically with a gurgle but after a couple of seconds and a splash it resumes a steady stream. Once washing her hooves and face Amber places her few toiletries atop its sparse space, including a rustic wooden brush, a simple toothbrush, unbranded tooth powder, and a small bar of soap.
The pony frowns disapprovingly at the only other bathroom fixture, the shower, jammed at the far end next to the toilet. She sighs and puts the brush and soap on the toilet tank lid before sidling over into the shower area. The width of the bathroom is barely enough to stand on all fours, and doing so requires an equine to turn her head to the side with it touching the wall. A simple set of pipes on the same side as all the other plumbing, and again with a knob valve, rises out of the wall to a fixed shower head. Amber determines that rising on her rear hooves is better for comfort and rests either her plot against the wall behind her or her forehooves on the wall in front for support. The shower itself works well and Amber starts by running the soap through her mane, behind her ears, and down her neck, followed by a brush. Although she manages to reach her withers with effort, her hooves cannot reach her loin and croup so she picks up the brush in her mouth. The shower's spray cannot reach her belly directly but suds running down her coat make it possible to wash there. This is followed by her tail, her nether regions and finally down her gaskins.
After rinsing and shutting off the water Amber is now free of the grunge inevitable after a full day of travel, but she's now faced with a new problem. Besides the lack of a shower curtain and spray thus reaching as far as the floor beneath the sink, there is no proper basin for the shower. Rather, the tiled floor slopes gradually into a drain, but part of it failing to do so leaves a puddle of standing water. She shakes herself off carefully and uses a hoof to sweep some of the water into the drain, and as she leaves she shakes the water off her hooves. Shivering in the sudden chill of the room the mare wishes she had a towel instead of having to resort to wrapping herself in her burlap cloak.
Having corrected her hair with the brush to be in the right place--namely, all falling over the right side of her head, she decides to have dinner. She carefully unwraps the bread and cheese, slices it in half, and after giving thanks nibbles on one half until it's gone. No longer hungry for now at least, she wraps the remaining meal, gulps down some water, and brushes her teeth.
Not wanting to go to bed until she's only slightly damp, the mare fishes out a bulky instrument from her saddlebags. In the rosy but fading glow of the sunset shining through her window, she sits on the floor with the cloak around her, carefully tunes this stringed instrument, and plays a little song over and over, trying out different variations.
https://youtu.be/BQtJ3v4lGfY?t=99
This goes on for a couple hours, and when there's no longer enough light to see she resorts to the dimly harsh orange light of a sole unshrouded incandescent bulb on the ceiling.
Yawning, Amber carefully leans her mandolin against the wall and turns to the bare mattress serving as the only bedding in the room. Frowning, she jumps on top of it a few times with nothing happening. She grips a corner with her teeth and pulls it up, spotting a cockroach scurry out. Pupils shrunk and eye twitching, she drops the mattress and hits with a thwack. The young mare grimaces in disgust at the still-twitching remains, and she quickly finds a handkerchief, picks it up gingerly and practically throws it into the sink, washing whatever is on the handkerchief and her hoof down the drain. After what was surely an excessive amount of washing she shuts off the sink.
Amber, after calming down, rests next to her mattress in a supplicative pose. Aloud she says a very common prayer, "O Celestia, our Princess...", which praises the former monarch and provides petition for both well-being and forgiveness. She follows this with a shorter prayer devoted to Luna which requests safeguard from threats in both the world of reality and that of dreams. After following these with lengthy lists of things to be thankful for--mainly health, safe travel, accommodation, and a job--and requests--mainly the physical and economic well-being of her family--she crawls into bed. It takes some repositioning to huddle with the burlap cloth, and she's never truly warm, but she manages to fade off into sleep.
END OF FIRST DAY
She does not spare a glance to her landlord/receptionist on the way up, though it does take Amber a moment to remember where the stairway is. She trudges up the cramped stairs and down the hallway, stretching her neck tiredly. Once reaching her door she pushes her snout below her cloak and pulls it back a moment later with a keyring with a solitary key. It doesn't take long for Amber to open her door and lock it behind her.
Once laying her burlap cloak as well as her headscarf on top of her dress over the counter, the mare does some stretches to loosen those muscles exerted by a day-long trot and heads into the bathroom. The toilet itself is designed with ponies in mind, being slightly elongated and set low to the floor. However, the space which encloses it is not, as most ponies would need to bend their hind legs at an uncomfortable angles with hooves pressed to the wall. Thankfully this is not so much of an issue for Amber, and although the wooden lid is cracked and smells strongly of chemicals, the commode flushes effectively if slowly. The sink is likewise a simple rectangle with a bare pipe underneath, and it has a single faucet topped by a spoked knob. After turning the knob the faucet spurts water erratically with a gurgle but after a couple of seconds and a splash it resumes a steady stream. Once washing her hooves and face Amber places her few toiletries atop its sparse space, including a rustic wooden brush, a simple toothbrush, unbranded tooth powder, and a small bar of soap.
The pony frowns disapprovingly at the only other bathroom fixture, the shower, jammed at the far end next to the toilet. She sighs and puts the brush and soap on the toilet tank lid before sidling over into the shower area. The width of the bathroom is barely enough to stand on all fours, and doing so requires an equine to turn her head to the side with it touching the wall. A simple set of pipes on the same side as all the other plumbing, and again with a knob valve, rises out of the wall to a fixed shower head. Amber determines that rising on her rear hooves is better for comfort and rests either her plot against the wall behind her or her forehooves on the wall in front for support. The shower itself works well and Amber starts by running the soap through her mane, behind her ears, and down her neck, followed by a brush. Although she manages to reach her withers with effort, her hooves cannot reach her loin and croup so she picks up the brush in her mouth. The shower's spray cannot reach her belly directly but suds running down her coat make it possible to wash there. This is followed by her tail, her nether regions and finally down her gaskins.
After rinsing and shutting off the water Amber is now free of the grunge inevitable after a full day of travel, but she's now faced with a new problem. Besides the lack of a shower curtain and spray thus reaching as far as the floor beneath the sink, there is no proper basin for the shower. Rather, the tiled floor slopes gradually into a drain, but part of it failing to do so leaves a puddle of standing water. She shakes herself off carefully and uses a hoof to sweep some of the water into the drain, and as she leaves she shakes the water off her hooves. Shivering in the sudden chill of the room the mare wishes she had a towel instead of having to resort to wrapping herself in her burlap cloak.
Having corrected her hair with the brush to be in the right place--namely, all falling over the right side of her head, she decides to have dinner. She carefully unwraps the bread and cheese, slices it in half, and after giving thanks nibbles on one half until it's gone. No longer hungry for now at least, she wraps the remaining meal, gulps down some water, and brushes her teeth.
Not wanting to go to bed until she's only slightly damp, the mare fishes out a bulky instrument from her saddlebags. In the rosy but fading glow of the sunset shining through her window, she sits on the floor with the cloak around her, carefully tunes this stringed instrument, and plays a little song over and over, trying out different variations.
https://youtu.be/BQtJ3v4lGfY?t=99
This goes on for a couple hours, and when there's no longer enough light to see she resorts to the dimly harsh orange light of a sole unshrouded incandescent bulb on the ceiling.
Yawning, Amber carefully leans her mandolin against the wall and turns to the bare mattress serving as the only bedding in the room. Frowning, she jumps on top of it a few times with nothing happening. She grips a corner with her teeth and pulls it up, spotting a cockroach scurry out. Pupils shrunk and eye twitching, she drops the mattress and hits with a thwack. The young mare grimaces in disgust at the still-twitching remains, and she quickly finds a handkerchief, picks it up gingerly and practically throws it into the sink, washing whatever is on the handkerchief and her hoof down the drain. After what was surely an excessive amount of washing she shuts off the sink.
Amber, after calming down, rests next to her mattress in a supplicative pose. Aloud she says a very common prayer, "O Celestia, our Princess...", which praises the former monarch and provides petition for both well-being and forgiveness. She follows this with a shorter prayer devoted to Luna which requests safeguard from threats in both the world of reality and that of dreams. After following these with lengthy lists of things to be thankful for--mainly health, safe travel, accommodation, and a job--and requests--mainly the physical and economic well-being of her family--she crawls into bed. It takes some repositioning to huddle with the burlap cloth, and she's never truly warm, but she manages to fade off into sleep.
END OF FIRST DAY
>>135584
Amber groggily wakes up, blinks a couple of times, stares blankly for a couple of second, and sits upright with a start. The sun is up! I'm...I'm LATE!!!
Cantering to the bathroom she swiftly washes her face, corrects her mane--made much simpler with the world's second-simplest mane style--and brushes her teeth hurriedly. She dons her midnight blue woolen dress as quickly as possible, just carefully enough to avoid causing any damage, and fumbles with the buttons with her hooves. "Come on, come on...." She has a similar experience with her green headscarf. She doesn't bother eating now but stuffs the pack of remaining food--and her nearly empty canteen--beneath her black cloak. She races out of her door, but midway remembers she needs to lock her door. After doing so and securing her key ring she practically jumps down the stairs, is a blur through the lobby, and gallops down the street west to the store, weaving to avoid hitting anypony. Needless to say she breaks a sweat even in the brisk winter morning.
Amber groggily wakes up, blinks a couple of times, stares blankly for a couple of second, and sits upright with a start. The sun is up! I'm...I'm LATE!!!
Cantering to the bathroom she swiftly washes her face, corrects her mane--made much simpler with the world's second-simplest mane style--and brushes her teeth hurriedly. She dons her midnight blue woolen dress as quickly as possible, just carefully enough to avoid causing any damage, and fumbles with the buttons with her hooves. "Come on, come on...." She has a similar experience with her green headscarf. She doesn't bother eating now but stuffs the pack of remaining food--and her nearly empty canteen--beneath her black cloak. She races out of her door, but midway remembers she needs to lock her door. After doing so and securing her key ring she practically jumps down the stairs, is a blur through the lobby, and gallops down the street west to the store, weaving to avoid hitting anypony. Needless to say she breaks a sweat even in the brisk winter morning.
>>135596
She sighs, and waits a moment
“Very well... you’re alone and look too old to be with the Waterfront Gang.”
She puts her glasses back on, and picks up a sheet in front of her. She holds it up and reads off it before placing it down and looking to Silver.
“Her room number is 13.”
She sighs, and waits a moment
“Very well... you’re alone and look too old to be with the Waterfront Gang.”
She puts her glasses back on, and picks up a sheet in front of her. She holds it up and reads off it before placing it down and looking to Silver.
“Her room number is 13.”
>>135598
Silver knocks on the door, and there is quickly an almost frantic "just a minute!" response yelled from inside. It takes a while longer - a decent while, actually, before Silver hears the clicking sound of the chain lock moving, and then the door opens. Then, the red-orange capped head of the small yellow mare pokes out from the cracked open door, and looks over to Silver
Silver knocks on the door, and there is quickly an almost frantic "just a minute!" response yelled from inside. It takes a while longer - a decent while, actually, before Silver hears the clicking sound of the chain lock moving, and then the door opens. Then, the red-orange capped head of the small yellow mare pokes out from the cracked open door, and looks over to Silver
>>135600
She pushes it further open, and moves her front two legs outside. Her mane is kept together in a wrap.
"Oh. Silver Sword, was it? With the sword from today."
She pushes it further open, and moves her front two legs outside. Her mane is kept together in a wrap.
"Oh. Silver Sword, was it? With the sword from today."
>>135601
He nods, and smiles at the mare.
"Yes. To be honest, I had no idea if you would even want to see me after that."
He pauses for a moment before speaking again.
"You look great!"
He nods, and smiles at the mare.
"Yes. To be honest, I had no idea if you would even want to see me after that."
He pauses for a moment before speaking again.
"You look great!"
>>135603
He takes a half step back, and looks sheepishly at her.
"Oh...uh...well, it looks good, still."
He takes a half step back, and looks sheepishly at her.
"Oh...uh...well, it looks good, still."
>>135605
"We talked about getting to know each other better and talking back at quarry. I was wondering if you still wanted to or not."
"We talked about getting to know each other better and talking back at quarry. I was wondering if you still wanted to or not."
>>135613
She opens the door all the way, to show behind her is a fairly small room with a single bed with red covers, an armchair with a floral pattern on it, and a chair on the far end by a counter top. The countertop has a closed book and some papers, as well as a couple folders by it. This area alone is lit with an overhead light, and the remainder of the room is rather dark.
She opens the door all the way, to show behind her is a fairly small room with a single bed with red covers, an armchair with a floral pattern on it, and a chair on the far end by a counter top. The countertop has a closed book and some papers, as well as a couple folders by it. This area alone is lit with an overhead light, and the remainder of the room is rather dark.
>>135616
"Have you lived here long?"
She moves further in, goes to the bed, takes some papers off of the bed, and bends down to place them under the bed
"Have you lived here long?"
She moves further in, goes to the bed, takes some papers off of the bed, and bends down to place them under the bed
>>135618
"Well, if you're having a showdown with university faculty... and whatever that was with the zombies... I can imagine it would."
She pushes it under
"Well, if you're having a showdown with university faculty... and whatever that was with the zombies... I can imagine it would."
She pushes it under
>>135619
"Heh. He made me feel like I was in my old adventuring days, having to put my hoof down for payment...sorry..."
"Heh. He made me feel like I was in my old adventuring days, having to put my hoof down for payment...sorry..."
>>135622
She stands back up, and gets on the bed. Her long, red tail is also wrapped by bands. She moves to a position where she is sitting ontop of the made-bed.
"Well, technically my doctorates degree is in equinology, and my undergraduae degree is in equinology and comparative religions. I specialize in study of religions and religious practices. This is actually my first time out in the field on an archeological dig. So... about three days now."
She stands back up, and gets on the bed. Her long, red tail is also wrapped by bands. She moves to a position where she is sitting ontop of the made-bed.
"Well, technically my doctorates degree is in equinology, and my undergraduae degree is in equinology and comparative religions. I specialize in study of religions and religious practices. This is actually my first time out in the field on an archeological dig. So... about three days now."
>>135623
Silver's eyes widen a bit.
"Really? I would have never guessed. What is it like, studying religions?"
Silver's eyes widen a bit.
"Really? I would have never guessed. What is it like, studying religions?"
>>135624
She starts to answer while looking away to her left, near where the carpet turns to tile further back in the room.
"Well, in many ways it's a lot like studying most anything. There's a lot of reading books, a lot of time spent in libraries. You have to track down primary sources, and request books, manusrcipts, and letters from far away. You're expected to know at least one foreign language and translate documents yourself, which is kind of necessary because for many of these primary sources no translation exists. And of course because it's Equinology, it's not enough to just read. You're expected to go on location, to these old chapels built back during the Castallion migration that are falling apart, and speak with old coltec mares who don't even know Ponish, and ask them questions to try to figure out what their beliefs are..."
She then sits upright so that her hind legs face forward, and she rubs the top of her right hoof with her left. Then she moves her head to make eye contact with Silver, her lime green eyes to Silver's blue
"But that isn't what you meant when you asked the question, is it? Yes. There's something special about studying religion Something very different about about it. You see, in Equinology, you try to study how ponies - and other creatures now. The department is looking to an East Equestria-wide renaming of the science to "meta-zoology." But that's besides the point. In Equinology you study cultures, traditions, practices. What ponies do. But religion... religion is about how ponies structure their lives. How they structure their entire universes. How they make sense of everything they experience, and tie it all together. It's about how they understand how everything came to be. Why magic works, what the purpose of life is. What is good and bad, and what to do about it. What happens after you die. And it's not just a theory, it's how ponies actually respond to these questions. It's about how ponies live their lives, build their institutions and structure their societies. You see, it's very important to ponies... well, to creatures generally. It's something they live, kill and die for. And you have to kind of view it like an outsider. Like you're a naturalist, looking at how a manticore hunts a rabbit. Just look at it objectively and make no judgements. But of course for them it's very different. It's the most serious thing in the world, because to them their whole world is always in some way structured around the religion. Even if they don't take it too seriously, or deviate from the prescriptions it's always there. It's their fallback if they are asked questions about morality, or if they fear death. And you are there to understand it, or to try to understand it in the way they understand it. Or to understand it better than they do, really, because you're outside and can see it objectively, and can compare it to other practices elsewhere in the world. But that's very hard to do with religion because it's a lived thing. It's very much based upon subjective experience.
So I guess it can be challenging, but it always feels like you are studying something important."
She starts to answer while looking away to her left, near where the carpet turns to tile further back in the room.
"Well, in many ways it's a lot like studying most anything. There's a lot of reading books, a lot of time spent in libraries. You have to track down primary sources, and request books, manusrcipts, and letters from far away. You're expected to know at least one foreign language and translate documents yourself, which is kind of necessary because for many of these primary sources no translation exists. And of course because it's Equinology, it's not enough to just read. You're expected to go on location, to these old chapels built back during the Castallion migration that are falling apart, and speak with old coltec mares who don't even know Ponish, and ask them questions to try to figure out what their beliefs are..."
She then sits upright so that her hind legs face forward, and she rubs the top of her right hoof with her left. Then she moves her head to make eye contact with Silver, her lime green eyes to Silver's blue
"But that isn't what you meant when you asked the question, is it? Yes. There's something special about studying religion Something very different about about it. You see, in Equinology, you try to study how ponies - and other creatures now. The department is looking to an East Equestria-wide renaming of the science to "meta-zoology." But that's besides the point. In Equinology you study cultures, traditions, practices. What ponies do. But religion... religion is about how ponies structure their lives. How they structure their entire universes. How they make sense of everything they experience, and tie it all together. It's about how they understand how everything came to be. Why magic works, what the purpose of life is. What is good and bad, and what to do about it. What happens after you die. And it's not just a theory, it's how ponies actually respond to these questions. It's about how ponies live their lives, build their institutions and structure their societies. You see, it's very important to ponies... well, to creatures generally. It's something they live, kill and die for. And you have to kind of view it like an outsider. Like you're a naturalist, looking at how a manticore hunts a rabbit. Just look at it objectively and make no judgements. But of course for them it's very different. It's the most serious thing in the world, because to them their whole world is always in some way structured around the religion. Even if they don't take it too seriously, or deviate from the prescriptions it's always there. It's their fallback if they are asked questions about morality, or if they fear death. And you are there to understand it, or to try to understand it in the way they understand it. Or to understand it better than they do, really, because you're outside and can see it objectively, and can compare it to other practices elsewhere in the world. But that's very hard to do with religion because it's a lived thing. It's very much based upon subjective experience.
So I guess it can be challenging, but it always feels like you are studying something important."
>>135625
Silver sits down during her explanation, nodding from time to time.
"Huh...I could see appeal, if I was more scholarly pony. Afraid I got more my father's strength than much intelligence."
He pats the firm muscles in his foreleg before turning back to Pear.
"You must have been to many places, and learned about many religions."
Silver sits down during her explanation, nodding from time to time.
"Huh...I could see appeal, if I was more scholarly pony. Afraid I got more my father's strength than much intelligence."
He pats the firm muscles in his foreleg before turning back to Pear.
"You must have been to many places, and learned about many religions."
>>135626
She seems to smile at the muscle pat
"Only so many..." She says
"I did my doctoral thesis on the branch of Celestialism practiced by the Coltecs and Neighuatl, and especially, for surviving remnants of the Solar Cult. So I went to many old churches in Tenochtitlan, the countryside, to Monestaries... I went to a cave temple of the Moon God, that was something, but I didn't leave Equestria. Of course you're expected to have a general knowledge of religions around the world, so I studied the religions of the Griffins, or the River Ponies, of the Kirin, of the Gnolls and so forth. I've read most of the holy texts of the biggest ten or so religions, I can say that."
She seems to smile at the muscle pat
"Only so many..." She says
"I did my doctoral thesis on the branch of Celestialism practiced by the Coltecs and Neighuatl, and especially, for surviving remnants of the Solar Cult. So I went to many old churches in Tenochtitlan, the countryside, to Monestaries... I went to a cave temple of the Moon God, that was something, but I didn't leave Equestria. Of course you're expected to have a general knowledge of religions around the world, so I studied the religions of the Griffins, or the River Ponies, of the Kirin, of the Gnolls and so forth. I've read most of the holy texts of the biggest ten or so religions, I can say that."
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