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>>140048>>140047The shot goes low, landing in the ceiling - one of the few vaulted ceilings in the town - causing a few ceramic shingles to shatter and fly about. Quite a number are dislodged, sliding off the roof and falling to the ground.
This absolutely gets the Changeling's attention
"Dort!"
There is the sound of rifle fire, and Silver can see dirt kicked up by a bullet hitting the ground behind the house where they are hiding.
>>140046"Thank you for your business, have a nice day. I hope your daughter does well!" She waves goodbye to the customer.
>>140050"Oh, she will. She will."
He leaves, but outside, Amber notices something. An automobile pulls up, stopping outside. It's a rather fancy one two, with a long engine house and curves. A grey diamond dog in a suit and wearing a black cap gets out and opens the rear door.
>>140049"Take cover against wall!"
Silver rushes up against the wall of the church, to inform the rest of the ponies what to do. He points to one of the ponies carrying grenades.
"Take step back and toss pineapple!"
>>140052"At what?" The pony yells
>>140051Her mouth gapes open at such an unexpected sight. Amber had seen automobiles before but never such ones designed with form in mind to a degree of art. She assumes that the diamond dog must be quite wealthy if he has such nice clothes and is driving such a machine–that is, until he opens the door.
>>140054The pony that steps out is a unicorn mare. Her coat is a lighter pink, but she's wearing a dress of greens and blues. Her mane has black and white both. She steps down, and walks towards the shop, then inside. The diamond dog closes the door.
>>140053"At where rifle fire is coming from!"
He motions to the same location as he did for the rifle grenade.
>>140056A pony throws one out, then another
[1d20 = 17][1d20 = 9] >>140057>>140057One is tossed over, hits a window and falls down besides the church, detonating on the ground. There is a distinct sound of glass breaaking, as some of the windows on the church shatter. Shrapnel seems to fly either way through the passage way between the buildings.
Another grenade is tossed up, bounces on the roof, and falls over to the other side of the roof, exploding somewhere on the roof top.
>>140055Oh my, I wasn't expecting somepony like this! She looks a princess almost. What do I do, what do I do? she frets to herself, before practically leaping in front of her and bowing, or whatever the pony equivalent of a curtsey is.
>>140058Silver ducks when the grenade goes off so close to them.
"Черт! Everypony okay?"
>>140059She opens the door, affirming that her stop here was indeed intentional. She walks in, delicately but also with a quick pace. At once she looks young, but also older, like she's trying to keep the beauty of youth even after the passage of years. A best guess is that she's somewhere in her late thirties - if she's older, she does a good job of hiding it - while still attractive to the stallions (mostly, anyways). Her dress is probably the most peculiar feature about her, besides the automobile and driver. It's a set of fine material (silk?) that looks inappropriately light for a winter's day. It's pattern of blues and greens with yellow hints looks almost like the aurora. It's probably a more expensive brand than anything sold here. She wears a white and blue set of slippers.
Guy has spent much of the day standing on guard slightly to the right of the entryway, and a little back. He has tried to meet and talk with customers before Amber could. Now, he takes a step back, and moves out of the way. High Sewn looks up from her magazine at the entering mare.
>>140060"Yes."
Perhaps the last grenade had its intended effect of making the Changeling position duck down, because there is a pause of fire for almost three seconds. but when that ends, there is a hail of bullets. The machine gun starts shooting, and seems to hit the wall of the house Silver and the rifle section are up against.
[1d20 = 20] >>140061Compared to this new entrant Amber looks positively drab with her dark, concealing dress that was out of fashion years ago. Her straight-cut hair betrays the appearance of a commoner, a fact only reinforced by her country accent.
"Good afternoon, miss! Welcome to the shop. I hope there is something I can help you with," she says with a hint of nervousness but also with warmth.
>>140062She turns sharply to Amber, and looks at her with her light blue eyes.
"I can find it myself just fine, thank you." She turns away. Then she turns back
"Actually, surprise me. It's a gift for somepony's daughter."
>>140063"Oh, um…I'll do my best!" She hurries to the section with the higher-end clothes.
>>140061>>140060A hail of bullets come down, hitting the wall of the house and the ground around them.
Then something very unfortunate comes down, bouncing against the ground, flying up, and stopping past the ponies in front of them, behind the house. It's a grenade, perfectly positioned in front of them all.
>>140064She slowly comes over.
"Younger" she says
>>140065"Like these?" She moves toward the dresses similar to the one she just sold earlier.
>>140065Can Silver make a roll to throw the grenade away from the soldiers? And if so, what type of roll?
>>140067It's already been flying through the air, so there is not much time. It would be like an unarmed attack role, because it is literally a kick. Also, failure and probably even success mean a grenade exploding very nearby
>>140066She looks at it
"Rather basic. But if this pony were more important, I'd be at
Le Chevalier. Why don't you tell me what
you'd get your six year old daughter? With more money, of course."
>>140068Time slows down to a point where it almost completely stops in Silver's head. All of the options available to him go through to be weighed in his mind, and in his mind he doesn't see very many good options. And there isn't much time to deliberate on any better ones. He thinks about the soldiers with him, about their service to Equestria, what ponies await them back home when this war is over, how much more of their young lives they have left...and makes his decision.
He offers a prayer to Celestia, prepares to be welcomed by his long dead wife, and jumps on the grenade.
>>140068"I…don't have a daughter. But if I did, maybe something that could be worn to a lot of different events over the year." She feels a dark cream, cotton dress with embroidery on the upper part and truffles on the skirt.
>>140069I'm guessing Silver ends the dream right here?
https://youtu.be/-Pouu1DoqVM?t=230>>140070"And
that is what you'd go with?" She asks, skeptically
>>140071Uh...I don't know. Is that the end of the dream?
>>140072"Mhmmm. Where are you from, fillie?" She asks
She speaks strongly, and she is accented to the Equestrian East, probably Manehattan, but maybe further north."
>>140073Well if he dies in dream, then obviously, yes
>>140074I'm just not sure he'd survive even if he was successful in kicking the grenade away or telekinetically throwing it around the corner of the building.
>>140075"West of here? Like Sire's Hollow? Moonlight Shores?"
>>140078Then I suppose he does...?
>>140080“Well, that explains a bit. And what brought you here?”
Or should we do-over with Silver kicking/throwing the grenade away instead?
>>140082“And that’s why you’re here? In this store?” She asks
>>140084"Yes, ma'am. Miss Sewn was kind enough to let me work in her store and I'm trying my hardest to help her. I'm also the hostess for a restaurant at night." She grins, as if this is some small point of pride.
>>140085“Oh? Which one.” She asks.
[1d20+8 = 17]
Let's just see what the roll would have been.
>>140087Context. Roll a second d20
>>140086Has the name of the restaurant been given yet? If not, let's just say Amber mentions it and follows up with the eager question,
"Have you heard of it? A lot of fashionable mares like yourself tend to visit." >>140089“On Chincoteague? I’ve passed by it.”
She doesn’t have an immediate follow up.
>>140090No modifiers
>>140093She smiles a little
“You sure are a chipper one. Do you take so much pride in every little job?”
Okay, that’s it for me tonight
>>140014Thanks! Sorry, I had to cut my session short yesterday.
>>140013"We will see what we can do."
>>140098Waabishki says to Makade:
"Didn't your parents move to Whinnyapolis?"
Makade:
"No. Why?"
Waabishki:
"That letter you had smuggled in. Biwak told me about it."
Makade:
"And?"
Waabishki:
"And they told you they moved to Whinnyapolis."
Makade:
"Okay, yes. Fine."