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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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.”
Can't play this time
>>137635
He stands there, silent for a moment
“Well.... I don’t know if I can leave for that long. You know, town doctor and all.”
He stands there, silent for a moment
“Well.... I don’t know if I can leave for that long. You know, town doctor and all.”
>>137636
"We will just have to have to call in a replacement while on this urgent mission. I'm sure there is protocol for that."
"We will just have to have to call in a replacement while on this urgent mission. I'm sure there is protocol for that."
>>137637
“But I can’t tell them that!” He protests. “What am I supposed to do? Tell them that the town’s doctor won’t be in today because he is helping rebels?”
“But I can’t tell them that!” He protests. “What am I supposed to do? Tell them that the town’s doctor won’t be in today because he is helping rebels?”
>>137638
"Because he is helping an important changeling that needs medical attention, and they haven't provided enough supply to your station to get the job done. And they will believe it too, with the monsters and all."
"Because he is helping an important changeling that needs medical attention, and they haven't provided enough supply to your station to get the job done. And they will believe it too, with the monsters and all."
>>137639
“Uh... heheh, I’ll let you lead on this one. I’m just not so sure these... ‘friends’ of yours will like what those in Whinnyapolis have to tell them.”
“Uh... heheh, I’ll let you lead on this one. I’m just not so sure these... ‘friends’ of yours will like what those in Whinnyapolis have to tell them.”
>>137643
“Because even ponies would reject it if they heard it, and because I don’t want to displease your friends.”
“Because even ponies would reject it if they heard it, and because I don’t want to displease your friends.”
>>137644
"It is better to be displeased than to take a trip far away to learn the same news. What is it?"
"It is better to be displeased than to take a trip far away to learn the same news. What is it?"
>>137645
“Well... it’s not without good reason they would reject it. Normally I would want a biopsy for confirmation, or a sample. Maybe an x-ray. At the very least I’d have liked to press down on that swelling to tell if it was solid, full of liquid, or what. But the subject isn’t sedated, and I don’t want to cause so much pain that he tries to rip my throat out, or his friends jump me... But I know what this looks like, based on what I saw and what they told me. It looks like cancer. Maybe of the mesothelial lining of the lungs, hard to tell. It looks a little advanced, and it’s almost certainly terminal if it really is cancer. Six months with decent luck, maybe twice that with treatment. Could be less.”
“Well... it’s not without good reason they would reject it. Normally I would want a biopsy for confirmation, or a sample. Maybe an x-ray. At the very least I’d have liked to press down on that swelling to tell if it was solid, full of liquid, or what. But the subject isn’t sedated, and I don’t want to cause so much pain that he tries to rip my throat out, or his friends jump me... But I know what this looks like, based on what I saw and what they told me. It looks like cancer. Maybe of the mesothelial lining of the lungs, hard to tell. It looks a little advanced, and it’s almost certainly terminal if it really is cancer. Six months with decent luck, maybe twice that with treatment. Could be less.”
>>137647
“Treatment is very different from a cure, and the added months of life - it would be measured in months - won’t necessarily be pleasant. But yes, he’d have to travel to get treatment. He’d have to travel to confirm that he even has cancer, and he didn’t just suddenly become allergic to... deer, or foals, or whatever it is he eats.”
“Treatment is very different from a cure, and the added months of life - it would be measured in months - won’t necessarily be pleasant. But yes, he’d have to travel to get treatment. He’d have to travel to confirm that he even has cancer, and he didn’t just suddenly become allergic to... deer, or foals, or whatever it is he eats.”
>>137648
"Well, you still ought to inform them about this. I can assure you that you won't be harmed for giving your diagnosis."
"Well, you still ought to inform them about this. I can assure you that you won't be harmed for giving your diagnosis."
>>137651
"Uh... okay..."
The doctor slowly walks up to the group of four wolves. Makade is the first to see them, pointing his ears forward and coming closer, trying to speak to both Spark and the doctor.
“What were you two talking about? What could you not tell us?”
This time, the doctor tries to answer
“It’s considering the diagnosis. It’s… now please remember, usually we’d want a biopsy to confirm, or at least, a much closer examination than I can do out here.” He is completely emotionless when he says “There is only so much I can do in a forest clearing.”
Waabishki moves forward quickly
“But do you know what it is?!”
“Well, I have a suspicion,” he answers.
“What is it!?” She demands
“Okay… It’s not a firm diagnosis, but it’s a guess based upon what I’ve seen.” He walks around so that he is perpendicular to Miskobag, lying down on the sled. The doctor looks Miskobag in the eye. “I think it’s cancer. It seems like cancer. Maybe Mesothelioma, hard to say.”
Waabishki pulls her lips back and lowers her head, still annoyed. But Makade’s ears fall slowly, his eyes loose their focus, and his lips loosen, almost like a wilting plant. Miskobag keeps his pained wince, but his eyes seem to water. The peppered wolf remains confused, looking in the direction of Spark.
“Cancer? What is cancer?” Waabishki impatiently asks, lowering her head closer to the ground.
The doctor tries to answer “It’s the uncontrolled growth of tissue in parts of the body.”
Waabishki almost interrupts him. “So what is the cure? What would your medicine have him do?”
The doctor looks afraid for a moment, and tries to speak to her.
“There… there… there isn’t a cure. Not really anyways. I think he will die. Maybe some months, maybe a year if he takes certain treatments.”
Waabishki’s expression drifts quickly towards where Makade’s has been, with her jaw opening up, her ears turning down, and her golden eyes becoming very wide. Tears flow down, already dripping onto the snow-covered ground. But after some seconds, she lowers her head, pulls her ears back, and pulls her lips all the way back, baring her teeth in an unambigiously threatening manner at the doctor
“Then what good is your worthless medicine, you alleged doctor!”
The doctor immediately turns around, and bolts back frantically. As soon as the doctor turns, Waabishki bolts after him. For one half second, it looks like Waabishki will chase down the doctor. Makade moves a single step forward, the peppered wolf jumps forward two paces, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, Miskobag yells in his deep voice “STOP.” Waabishki stops after two or three paces. Maybe she stopped at Miskobag’s command, but maybe she stopped because the doctor stopped, as the doctor is now behind Spark, using him to separate himself from Waabishki. Waabishki starts to wail.
"Uh... okay..."
The doctor slowly walks up to the group of four wolves. Makade is the first to see them, pointing his ears forward and coming closer, trying to speak to both Spark and the doctor.
“What were you two talking about? What could you not tell us?”
This time, the doctor tries to answer
“It’s considering the diagnosis. It’s… now please remember, usually we’d want a biopsy to confirm, or at least, a much closer examination than I can do out here.” He is completely emotionless when he says “There is only so much I can do in a forest clearing.”
Waabishki moves forward quickly
“But do you know what it is?!”
“Well, I have a suspicion,” he answers.
“What is it!?” She demands
“Okay… It’s not a firm diagnosis, but it’s a guess based upon what I’ve seen.” He walks around so that he is perpendicular to Miskobag, lying down on the sled. The doctor looks Miskobag in the eye. “I think it’s cancer. It seems like cancer. Maybe Mesothelioma, hard to say.”
Waabishki pulls her lips back and lowers her head, still annoyed. But Makade’s ears fall slowly, his eyes loose their focus, and his lips loosen, almost like a wilting plant. Miskobag keeps his pained wince, but his eyes seem to water. The peppered wolf remains confused, looking in the direction of Spark.
“Cancer? What is cancer?” Waabishki impatiently asks, lowering her head closer to the ground.
The doctor tries to answer “It’s the uncontrolled growth of tissue in parts of the body.”
Waabishki almost interrupts him. “So what is the cure? What would your medicine have him do?”
The doctor looks afraid for a moment, and tries to speak to her.
“There… there… there isn’t a cure. Not really anyways. I think he will die. Maybe some months, maybe a year if he takes certain treatments.”
Waabishki’s expression drifts quickly towards where Makade’s has been, with her jaw opening up, her ears turning down, and her golden eyes becoming very wide. Tears flow down, already dripping onto the snow-covered ground. But after some seconds, she lowers her head, pulls her ears back, and pulls her lips all the way back, baring her teeth in an unambigiously threatening manner at the doctor
“Then what good is your worthless medicine, you alleged doctor!”
The doctor immediately turns around, and bolts back frantically. As soon as the doctor turns, Waabishki bolts after him. For one half second, it looks like Waabishki will chase down the doctor. Makade moves a single step forward, the peppered wolf jumps forward two paces, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, Miskobag yells in his deep voice “STOP.” Waabishki stops after two or three paces. Maybe she stopped at Miskobag’s command, but maybe she stopped because the doctor stopped, as the doctor is now behind Spark, using him to separate himself from Waabishki. Waabishki starts to wail.
>>137652
"The doctor can only do so much here with no means to further examine Miskobag. It is best not to attack somepony that has the courtesy to come this far and has offered to help us travel somewhere to seek a confirmation of suspicions and treatments. As for the illness, it may be best to also consider the aid of the spirits. Whether healing or comfort, it would be worth seeking their aid."
"The doctor can only do so much here with no means to further examine Miskobag. It is best not to attack somepony that has the courtesy to come this far and has offered to help us travel somewhere to seek a confirmation of suspicions and treatments. As for the illness, it may be best to also consider the aid of the spirits. Whether healing or comfort, it would be worth seeking their aid."
>>137653
It almost seems like Waabishki doesn't hear Spark. She quickly turns around, and runs to Miskobag, placing her head and muzzle near his neck, as he lifts up a foreleg to place over her head. She starts crying loudly into his fur.
"Ni-gikinoo'amaagewinini"
Makade has a very concerned and somber expression, staring back to the doctor and Spark. He then slowly turns away, going to the peppered wolf. He slowly takes off the portion of the harness most immediately tying the wolf to the front of the sled. He speaks to the wolf in their language, known only to them. Makade is soft and somber, while the peppered wolf speaks less, but in sharp and fearful questions. At the end, the peppered wolf jumps up, both ears up, then sharply down, and he runs to Miskobag, whining and trying to hug him with his foreleg. Makade slowly walks up to Waabishki, and places a paw on her shoulder.
It almost seems like Waabishki doesn't hear Spark. She quickly turns around, and runs to Miskobag, placing her head and muzzle near his neck, as he lifts up a foreleg to place over her head. She starts crying loudly into his fur.
"Ni-gikinoo'amaagewinini"
Makade has a very concerned and somber expression, staring back to the doctor and Spark. He then slowly turns away, going to the peppered wolf. He slowly takes off the portion of the harness most immediately tying the wolf to the front of the sled. He speaks to the wolf in their language, known only to them. Makade is soft and somber, while the peppered wolf speaks less, but in sharp and fearful questions. At the end, the peppered wolf jumps up, both ears up, then sharply down, and he runs to Miskobag, whining and trying to hug him with his foreleg. Makade slowly walks up to Waabishki, and places a paw on her shoulder.
>>137572
She gets out of the vehicle, at first saying nothing and seeming to not notice the gesture, but then looking back to silver with an awkward smile and uncertain expression. That expression is quickly replaced with laxed lips and what nears fear as the two look at the property of 33 Hoebuck. The building's beige stone exterior reflects the yellow lamps of the street, or the moonlight when the clouds clear, but these illuminated portions seem to almost hover in the air above more dimly lit portions of of the masonry, dark in the night, and the few leafless trees that surround the property make themselves known mostly by the silhouettes they leave on the view of the building. The entryway is taped off with police tape. There is one police cart outside the building, and parked within the area of the tape, and only two lonely lights are on, as seen through the window, both on the second floor.
She gets out of the vehicle, at first saying nothing and seeming to not notice the gesture, but then looking back to silver with an awkward smile and uncertain expression. That expression is quickly replaced with laxed lips and what nears fear as the two look at the property of 33 Hoebuck. The building's beige stone exterior reflects the yellow lamps of the street, or the moonlight when the clouds clear, but these illuminated portions seem to almost hover in the air above more dimly lit portions of of the masonry, dark in the night, and the few leafless trees that surround the property make themselves known mostly by the silhouettes they leave on the view of the building. The entryway is taped off with police tape. There is one police cart outside the building, and parked within the area of the tape, and only two lonely lights are on, as seen through the window, both on the second floor.
>>137659
Silver holds the police tape up and ducks his head to trot through the entryway. He looks back to Pear and motions with his head for her to follow.
"Coming? Police were rather lackadaisical last I was here, and it should not be difficult to come up with something to let us pass."
Silver holds the police tape up and ducks his head to trot through the entryway. He looks back to Pear and motions with his head for her to follow.
"Coming? Police were rather lackadaisical last I was here, and it should not be difficult to come up with something to let us pass."
>>137697
“Well... do you think you could get me artifacts? I mean, could you help me get me something that would help get an insight into their culture? Like one of their books. For academic purposes, it’s so hard to get a hold of these things.”
“Well... do you think you could get me artifacts? I mean, could you help me get me something that would help get an insight into their culture? Like one of their books. For academic purposes, it’s so hard to get a hold of these things.”
>>137706
“No, I mean...” she pulls her lips up to show her front teeth in something between a wince and a smile. “Can you help me?”
“No, I mean...” she pulls her lips up to show her front teeth in something between a wince and a smile. “Can you help me?”
>>137708
"Oh. Okay. I was confused for a moment there." she turns her head back to the dark building, with a sense of unease.
"Oh. Okay. I was confused for a moment there." she turns her head back to the dark building, with a sense of unease.
>>137712
Silver goes forward to the entry way in the administrative section (the middle section), and finds that the door is locked.
Silver goes forward to the entry way in the administrative section (the middle section), and finds that the door is locked.
>>137713
"Hmm. Then we will have to see if we can enter through shipping and receiving. Come on."
Silver trots along the side of the building until he reaches the shipping docks.
"Hmm. Then we will have to see if we can enter through shipping and receiving. Come on."
Silver trots along the side of the building until he reaches the shipping docks.
>>137714
Pear follows cautiously. But when Silver gets to the loading port, he finds that this, too, is locked.
Pear follows cautiously. But when Silver gets to the loading port, he finds that this, too, is locked.
>>137723
"Дерьмо."
The elder unicorn brings up a forehoof to rub the bridge of his snout.
"Okay, I know of one...possibly two other ways inside. Would you rather go in through drainage pipe, or see if nearby church connects to building?"
"Дерьмо."
The elder unicorn brings up a forehoof to rub the bridge of his snout.
"Okay, I know of one...possibly two other ways inside. Would you rather go in through drainage pipe, or see if nearby church connects to building?"
>>137744
She pulls her lips back in something that approaches a smile, albeit with her teeth in the back expose more than the teeth in the fore. It's hard to see in the dim light.
"Heh. I think I know which one I would prefer."
She pulls her lips back in something that approaches a smile, albeit with her teeth in the back expose more than the teeth in the fore. It's hard to see in the dim light.
"Heh. I think I know which one I would prefer."
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