Iron got his ass beat and has pissed off a whole criminal syndicate, Amber is doing some shady shit at the police station, Silver is making friends, and Spark is enjoying Whinnysotan hospitality.
>>146817"Well... I suppose... a....
Pillow fight"
>>146818She smiles
"D'awww. I.... I hope you do."
She looks down, and then back up to Silver
>>146819"A...
Pillow Fight?" Iron repeated as his heart started to pick up its pace from the excitement and danger. "What is that?"
>>146820"D'awwwww! Just... are you sure you can fight everything that you face?"
>>146822"If I find something I can not fight, you can be certain I will not deliberately try to get myself killed by facing it."
>>146823"Well... I mean..." She says the next thing at a much lower volume
"Corazon was killed by shrapnel from artillery..."
>>146821https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAwWPadFsOA"A test of strength, stamina, and fighting skill. It isn't for everypony though."
>>146825"Woah..." Iron couldn't help but gasp out in utter wonder and amazement before his eager, colt-ish nature shined through once more, hopping in place out of the thrill of it. "I have to try it!"
>>146824"Oh...well, I doubt I will end up facing...well, that, again."
>>146828Iron's eyes squint fiercely, getting further pumped for such an event. "I have the strongest of hearts," he confidently asserted, proudly puffing his chest out.
>>146830"What was that like?" She asks
>>146829"Uh huh. I don't know bout that. The test of pillows may show something different."
>>146831"Like hell...it felt wonderful to fight for our freedom against changeling attackers, but...fighting, and all of that death, it was absolutely terrible."
>>146831"Then let us partake in the concrete jungle ritual of
Pillow Fight," Iron confidently asserted with a firm nod as the spark of fire was ignited in his determined eyes.
>>146832"That... That does seem pretty terrible. And you like to go back to it? To fighting?"
>>146833She nods
"Very well. To the bedroom."
>>146834"It is not that I like to do it. It is that I must."
>>146835"And you must, because... you say no one else will?"
>>146834Hearing this, Iron takes a swift swig of the whiskey bottle just to sting his mouth before coughing softly and starting his walk towards the bedroom. He'd take special note of Sands' position so that he can properly give back the liquor he practically stole from her along the way.
>>146837Black Cauldron follows behind him. White Sands remains on the couch.
>>146839Thus, Iron briefly deviates from the path before gently placing the whiskey bottle next to her without a word, followed by getting back on track and onto the arena.
>>146840Wordlessly, she picks up a pillow off the bed
>>146838"I see..." She says
>>146841Iron's eyes widened just a bit, realizing what weapons they were going to use for this ceremonial concrete jungle fight were the things that provide support when sleeping.
Who knew such tools of battle could hide from sight so well? he calculatingly thought.
Despite such realization, he soon walked over to unceremoniously pick up a pillow with his mouth, always making sure to keep track of the elusive Black Cauldron.
>>146841He smiles at her.
"I promise you I will make it back to you when I do."
>>146843She smiles, and places her claw more firmly on his hoof
The waiter comes by with the soup.
>>146842Roll Initiative[1d20+2 = 15]
>>146844He smiles greater at his dove, then smiles at the waiter.
"Thank you, good sir!"
>>146845Black Cauldron swings her pillow towards Iron in a sideswipe
[1d20+5 = 12]>>146846She looks down at the bowl of soup
>>146845>>146847Iron almost ducks. Almost. He is hit with the pillow on the side.
>>146848>>146847The poomfy cushion slamming against his side made him gasp out softly in surprise as his body was pushed a bit, yet this only caused him to smile excitedly a second later before swinging his pillow against Cauldron in retaliation.
[1d20+6 = 26]<Attack with Improvised Weapon
>>146847Silver looks at Jubilosa.
"What is wrong?"
>>146849"Umph!" She is hit right in the head, and knocked over on the bed
>>146850She pulls the soup closer. Then closer. Then gets a spoon. And takes a spoonful.
>>146851Iron gasped out on his pillow, feeling a small pang of concern at the fallen Cauldron as he foolishly stepped closer to better look at the downed opponent. "Ahh you alrahh?" he soon called out, his voice extremely muffled by still holding his weapon.
>>146851Silver looks at her with anticipation.
>>146852She lowers her pillow, breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, breathes out, and then swings
[1d20+5 = 23]
>>146853She takes another spoonful, looking up at Silver
>>146856She sips. Slowly. Looking back up to Silver
"Good."
>>146854The somewhat sudden blow on his face drove Iron back a couple of steps back, obviously not expecting her to jump back with such ferocity... but he couldn't help but grow a mischievous, almost thrilled smile: No holds barred! Let's go!
With such renewed enthusiasm, he soon swung his pillow with force, once again!
[1d20+6 = 10]<Attack with Improvised Weapon.
>>146858She ducks her head, and dodges his blow. She swings again
[1d20+5 = 10]
>>146859He sidestepped the downwards swing, having seen the counterattack coming, before delivering his own pillow slam!
[1d20+6 = 7]<You know the drill by now
>>146860It's what is basically onion soup ordered either as an appetizer... or as Silver's meal. She took it if it is Silver's>>146861And Iron swings, misses, loses balance, and falls on his back
Black Cauldron raises the pillow over her head, and swings it down on Iron
[1d20+5 = 13]
>>146862Nah, he ordered the chicken and wine stuff. It's the appetizer.Silver takes his own spoon, and tries some of the soup himself.
>>146863Onion, broth, bread, and cheese
>>146862Iron lets out a sizable 'oof!' as he was squared hit on his belly, yet he wasn't about to give up after such a failure, trying his best to stand up and retaliate before the air was properly knocked out of him!
>>146865>>146862He'd promptly deliver a mighty side swing!
[1d20+6 = 22]<Flavor text
>>146870>>146869Iron is hit by a small but slightly firmer pillow that flies through the air and hits him in the upper shoulder
Black Cauldron composes and swings again
[1d20+5 = 10]
>>146871>>146870Iron gasped out in surprise at the third pillow coming, soon turning his head to face the likely attack as he evades Cauldron's strike.
>>146872A pillow flies past Iron, hitting the headboard. White Sands, with her green levitating magic, stands visible in the doorway just outside the room
>>146873>>146874This should prove to be great teamwork building, Iron's more practical side uttered as his foalish glee doubled from the added challenge. "(You are next!)" he declared with a passion, dramatically pointing a hoof at Sands.
Despite this, he soon turned his attention towards Cauldron to swing wildly at the zebra mare, wondering what sort of synergy they may take on along this battle.
[1d20+6 = 26]<Woosh!
>>146875"Ah!"
Direct HitShe falls over on the bed
>>146866She takes another spoonful, and another
>>146876Silver joins her in eating the soup.
>>146876Iron soon leers over the fallen mare, getting ready to strike Cauldron down once and for all on her downed position, yet his practical side held him back to give Sands a chance to save her from the impending final blow to the striped mare!
>>146878Sands has retreated
Black Cauldron lays on her back, forehooves up, and white belly showing towards Iron
>>146877Waits for Silver to spark up conversation with Jubilosa
>>146879What a shame, Iron lamented to himself, a tad disappointed in the unicorn mare's retreat but overall understanding, considering her injuries.
Despite his better judgement, Iron kept his wound up pose as he stared down at the downed Black. "Sheems your luck haff run oumph," Iron taunted her, somewhat intentionally giving White enough time for a backup plan of some kind. "Any laph words?"
>>146880>>146881Black Cauldron raises her hooves up, looking at him with a frightened expression. She lowers her hooves, slowly moves them away, and then....
She grabs a pillow, and throws it right up, hitting Iron in the face
>>146882>>146881It was indeed a critical success, giving Cauldron some much needed breathing room for her to recover while Iron stumbled back in a small, feather-filled daze, wondering what just happened all of a sudden.
>>146883>>146884Iron is hit in the belly by Black Cauldron. And then in the back
>>146884>>146885The double slam left him breathing heavily, already starting to feel the effects of exhaustion from such a grueling fight. Yet he wasn't about to simply lay down and accept his defeat without one last defiant act against the two mares.
Still a bit dazed from the triple pillow combo, he tried to swing one last time against Black, hoping to score one final hit before the combined might of the two mares' teamwork took him down for good!
[1d20+6 = 25]<Last Stand
>>146879"So, what are you thinking of Clip so far? He seems nice to me."
>>146888"I... don't really know him that well. He seems nice though."
>>146889"I think you two would get along. At very least, you two have similar political inclinations, you should talk with him when he comes to again."
>>146887And since his hit was so successful, he decided to go even further, launching his fluffy weapon against the ranged unicorn mare in the hopes of at least giving her a good poomfing.
[1d20+7 = 24]<Ranged attack
>>146891Silver nods.
"You are both left-leaning."
>>146893"Left leaning?" She asks
>>146892The pillow rolls in the air, end over end until it hits with a
squeaky against the small white mare
>>146894Iron soon let out a triumphant war cry at the successful hit, simply submerging himself in the thrill of a seemingly won, hard-fought battle.
>>146895Black Cauldron is down below him, and White Sands has retreated
>>146894"Yes, you know..."
He whispers to her.
"Like, socialism or communism."
>>146896Iron calmly picked up a new pillow from the bed with his mouth, looking down at the seemingly thoroughly defeated Cauldron. "
Tho you
theld?" he succinctly offered the downed zebra mare.
>>146897"Well, I wouldn't call myself a 'communist'. I'm not such a fan of centralized government... or overreaching government. And there aren't many now who
wouldn't call themselves a Socialist, at least outside of a tiny band of mercenaries and loyalists for the Empire. But they don't exist here. Or back home. Or in Aquellia."
>>146898She raises her hooves up as she lies on her back
"No more. No more."
>>146899Iron gave a curt nod before giving out a peck on the tip of Cauldron's snoot as a send-off. "Then I must hunt my next opponent," he ominously stated, getting pumped for whatever Sands may have in store for him out the door.
If he wasn't stopped, he'd soon hop off the bed and went for the door with an excited smile on his face, ready to lay the poomfdown against the cheeky little
bugunicorn.
>>146900Iron gets up, and is ready to hunt his quarry
>>146899"Well, still, I think you would like him."
>>146902"Maybe. I don't know too many ponies. And you were different from what I expected." She says
>>146901Clip clop went his hoofsteps as he went.
First, he had to peek outside the door for his next target's location in order to properly rush her down.
>>146903He smiles.
"I hope I have still impressed."
>>146904Peaking outside the door... She's not visible
>>146906Mouth safely tucked between his teeth, iron ventured forth to find the sleazy attacker with a careful step, wondering just where did she go.
>>146907Step. Into the living room. Step. A little further. No sign of her
>>146905"Heheh. Yes."
>>146908Iron kept pushing forward with his pillow ready, starting to periodically look around him more.
>>146908"How have you and Khoi been getting along?"
>>146910"Oh, she's been fine. She always needs something to do though. She's easy to distract. Just make up some task or something. She likes to talk to me about religion or something. But that's okay, I talk to her about many things as well."
>>146909Roll search
>>146912"Well, boys and my old coworker and how cramped that damn ship, or about what I've heard on the radio, or about how great all of the wine is here, or about what my village was like-"
>>146913"So many good topics! Do you like wine around here?"
>>146915No little pony around here
>>146914"Well, it's nice. Or more... I can actually get many of the same wines. Many of the wines I could have back home are here. In front of me. In my glass even."
>>146916Thus, Iron clip clopped further, inspecting his surroundings yet again as he wondered if she had just linked back up with Cauldron to plan a surprise attack.
[1d20+1 = 7]<Second Search roll, cuz why not