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.
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>>145261
“Well...” he looks over at the group, and pulls his lips back in an awkward smile.
“Maybe... I’m... not so good with meeting people.”
“Well...” he looks over at the group, and pulls his lips back in an awkward smile.
“Maybe... I’m... not so good with meeting people.”
>>145264
Silver smiles more at him.
"That is what friends are for, right? I can help get you started with talking to them if you want."
Silver smiles more at him.
"That is what friends are for, right? I can help get you started with talking to them if you want."
>>145268
“They are not apart. Not quite. Not really. But it is much easier to forget, as so many of the great creatures are gone now, or hide away in their own corners. The world is older now, as are those who live upon it. So it is easier to forget the connection between spirit and earth. And many do.”
“They are not apart. Not quite. Not really. But it is much easier to forget, as so many of the great creatures are gone now, or hide away in their own corners. The world is older now, as are those who live upon it. So it is easier to forget the connection between spirit and earth. And many do.”
“So, the Thunderbirds would be more connected to the spirit, right?”
>>145270
It’s a few bits. The driver takes it and hastily drives away.
The ponies move in closer to the crowd, which for its part scarcely takes notice of them. To be sure, an eye of two glances at the two approaching ponies, but no one says anything good or ill towards them, nor otherwise reacts, although one pony decidedly moves out of the way.
>>145271
“Yes, certainly. Like a bridge between spirit and the material.”
It’s a few bits. The driver takes it and hastily drives away.
The ponies move in closer to the crowd, which for its part scarcely takes notice of them. To be sure, an eye of two glances at the two approaching ponies, but no one says anything good or ill towards them, nor otherwise reacts, although one pony decidedly moves out of the way.
>>145271
“Yes, certainly. Like a bridge between spirit and the material.”
>>145272
“What if we were to talk to them? Maybe they could help end this war so we could go back to being closer to the spirit?”
“What if we were to talk to them? Maybe they could help end this war so we could go back to being closer to the spirit?”
>>145273
“They are spirits of the sky realm. They have been known to cast boots of lightning at troubled makers, yes, but it is their duty to keep the malevolent spirits at bay, and to serve as guardians against spiritual threats.” She pauses for a moment, looking up and out.
“I wonder sometimes if it’s too much for them.”
“They are spirits of the sky realm. They have been known to cast boots of lightning at troubled makers, yes, but it is their duty to keep the malevolent spirits at bay, and to serve as guardians against spiritual threats.” She pauses for a moment, looking up and out.
“I wonder sometimes if it’s too much for them.”
>>145277
“Why not? If we have a chance to push back the changelings with the help of spirits, then we might as well take that chance. I’m quite certain the spirits won’t want them destroying their sacred places.”
“Why not? If we have a chance to push back the changelings with the help of spirits, then we might as well take that chance. I’m quite certain the spirits won’t want them destroying their sacred places.”
>>145278
All of those listening seem at least somewhat unsettled at the suggestion, except for Maakiade, who seems more angry.
Ply Press is the first to speak
“Uh, careful what you say about the Changelings.”
“Contracting spirits to fight for you? The wishful thinking of those who are by nature slaves. The freedom of a people is won by its own force of arms, or it is not won at all, lest your liberators come back around to enslave you. To place faith in spirits would be foolish even if such things existed, and they decidedly do not.”
Waabishki bares her teeth at Makade, but when he finishes, she turns to Spark and says,
“Neither the doubles nor the spirits are to be taken lightly. They are, well, they are like bears. You must either leave them alone, or if you must disturb them, treat them with the utmost respect.”
>>145279
Reddish colored stallion, approximately the color of the inside of of a grapefruit. He turns to Silver.
“Huh? What do you need?”
All of those listening seem at least somewhat unsettled at the suggestion, except for Maakiade, who seems more angry.
Ply Press is the first to speak
“Uh, careful what you say about the Changelings.”
“Contracting spirits to fight for you? The wishful thinking of those who are by nature slaves. The freedom of a people is won by its own force of arms, or it is not won at all, lest your liberators come back around to enslave you. To place faith in spirits would be foolish even if such things existed, and they decidedly do not.”
Waabishki bares her teeth at Makade, but when he finishes, she turns to Spark and says,
“Neither the doubles nor the spirits are to be taken lightly. They are, well, they are like bears. You must either leave them alone, or if you must disturb them, treat them with the utmost respect.”
>>145279
Reddish colored stallion, approximately the color of the inside of of a grapefruit. He turns to Silver.
“Huh? What do you need?”
>>145280
"Excuse me, I saw all of signs here and was curious why you all have gathered here. What are you protesting?"
"Excuse me, I saw all of signs here and was curious why you all have gathered here. What are you protesting?"
>>145280
“Why respect changelings when they don’t respect the spirits? That’s like asking me to respect the forest and the arson equally.”
“Why respect changelings when they don’t respect the spirits? That’s like asking me to respect the forest and the arson equally.”
>>145281
The stallion takes a moment to respond, but does answer
“The complacency of the SDP. They just let imperialists exploit the the lower classes here and... everywhere, while nothing changes. Add to that one of their members is a sex offender and who knows who else is... We need something new, more effective.”
The stallion takes a moment to respond, but does answer
“The complacency of the SDP. They just let imperialists exploit the the lower classes here and... everywhere, while nothing changes. Add to that one of their members is a sex offender and who knows who else is... We need something new, more effective.”
>>145287
"Oh, you are talking about Comte Burgher? Yes, I heard about that, it is terrible."
He looks around at the gathering.
"How in Equus did you all manage to organize protest of this size?"
"Oh, you are talking about Comte Burgher? Yes, I heard about that, it is terrible."
He looks around at the gathering.
"How in Equus did you all manage to organize protest of this size?"
>>145288
"Organize?" A smile grows across the stallion's face, and he raises a hoof towards the other ponies in the crowd with him
"This is not some organization. This is spontaneous. Likeminded ponies who come together all at once to express their grievances, and to show those in power that they will not be silent."
"Organize?" A smile grows across the stallion's face, and he raises a hoof towards the other ponies in the crowd with him
"This is not some organization. This is spontaneous. Likeminded ponies who come together all at once to express their grievances, and to show those in power that they will not be silent."
>>145289
Silver follows his hoof.
"Huh. That is impressive! I would have thought there was newsletter or paper involved."
Silver follows his hoof.
"Huh. That is impressive! I would have thought there was newsletter or paper involved."
>>145290
He seems to point non distinctly into the crowd
"No, if the paper had organized this, I assure you, it would be much larger than this. It could be the whole city."
He seems to point non distinctly into the crowd
"No, if the paper had organized this, I assure you, it would be much larger than this. It could be the whole city."
>>145282
"No, that's... that's not what it means to respect something. To respect is not to honor. To respect is to acknowledge something's power and place, and to not act the fool around it. You must respect fire, or else you will surely be burned. You must respect the forest, or else you will get lost and die. You should revere fire and the forest, for both have their place here on this earth, and both give life to what is around them in their own way, even if the two conflict sometimes and have different ends. But you absolutely must respect them, as you will be punished if you do not. When the Changelings came, and intruded into our territory, they did not respect us, and... Maakade? Would you care to explain?"
In a moment, Makade explains,
"They came in their standard formation, approaching from the south. Somewhat spread out, with scouts ahead, and a deeper line that allowed for reinforcement in the event of an ambush. They had forest colored uniforms, though that is of only so much use when moving forward, and of course their magical disguises are less useful in an empty forest. They made three incursions in total, towards our camp and I believe somewhere further east and north. They did not respect us. They believed that we had nothing more than knives and bows and arrows. What they did not appreciate is just how silent a bow can be, or a knife can be, when dropping out of a tree, or a bush. They assumed that the small slices caused by said arrows were minor wounds to be bandaged. I don't think they knew anything of the paralyzing venom of the wasp, or how it could be applied to blades and arrows, or the wooden stakes left in pits and covered with leaves.
As for firearms, I don't believe they thought we'd have any at all. I'm not sure that a single one of the conscripts we were up against had handled a firearm outside of the military, and I'm frankly not sure they even fired them much in combat. Certainly none of them had scopes on their rifles, or had trained much for marksmanship. They were not hunters, who in teams, tracked, hid from, cornered, and killed animals in those forest since they were young. We were hunters.
They assumed that as soon as they found cover, got their bearings, and shot back at us that we'd run away. And you know what? They were right. You see, I do respect the Changelings, for even though I did not fight in frontline combat for very long I did learn much. I know they have machine guns, mortars, artillery, and planes. That they have ways of dealing with such inferior forces. And I, leader of the hunting party, had no intention of staying around long enough for them to bring those advantages into play. What the Changelings did not expect, I assume, is that we'd attack again. And again. And again. Not head on, mind you, but a well placed shot from a distance, or an arrow in the back of a straggler. They could walk the exact same path returning home that they used before, and find traps of wooden stakes.
We evacuated and moved our village. We can afford to do so with our mobile construction. It was only on the second day that they used their greatest advantage. A sentry, seeing a bear roaming around, and seeing it behaving oddly, thought it had distemper or hydrophobia, and shot it. And it turned out to be one of the doubles in disguise. If only that that scout had lived around bears, and knew how they behave near settlements, he would have found our camp and we'd be none the wiser. They could have placed planes on us."
Makade pauses, and Waabishki starts again,
"To disguise one's appearance… That's one of the powers Nanabush had. I assure it, the trickster is very much to be respected. As for the spirits... well, have you seen lightning? Or a tree struck by lightning? If you have, you have an idea of what the Thunderbird may summon at will."
"No, that's... that's not what it means to respect something. To respect is not to honor. To respect is to acknowledge something's power and place, and to not act the fool around it. You must respect fire, or else you will surely be burned. You must respect the forest, or else you will get lost and die. You should revere fire and the forest, for both have their place here on this earth, and both give life to what is around them in their own way, even if the two conflict sometimes and have different ends. But you absolutely must respect them, as you will be punished if you do not. When the Changelings came, and intruded into our territory, they did not respect us, and... Maakade? Would you care to explain?"
In a moment, Makade explains,
"They came in their standard formation, approaching from the south. Somewhat spread out, with scouts ahead, and a deeper line that allowed for reinforcement in the event of an ambush. They had forest colored uniforms, though that is of only so much use when moving forward, and of course their magical disguises are less useful in an empty forest. They made three incursions in total, towards our camp and I believe somewhere further east and north. They did not respect us. They believed that we had nothing more than knives and bows and arrows. What they did not appreciate is just how silent a bow can be, or a knife can be, when dropping out of a tree, or a bush. They assumed that the small slices caused by said arrows were minor wounds to be bandaged. I don't think they knew anything of the paralyzing venom of the wasp, or how it could be applied to blades and arrows, or the wooden stakes left in pits and covered with leaves.
As for firearms, I don't believe they thought we'd have any at all. I'm not sure that a single one of the conscripts we were up against had handled a firearm outside of the military, and I'm frankly not sure they even fired them much in combat. Certainly none of them had scopes on their rifles, or had trained much for marksmanship. They were not hunters, who in teams, tracked, hid from, cornered, and killed animals in those forest since they were young. We were hunters.
They assumed that as soon as they found cover, got their bearings, and shot back at us that we'd run away. And you know what? They were right. You see, I do respect the Changelings, for even though I did not fight in frontline combat for very long I did learn much. I know they have machine guns, mortars, artillery, and planes. That they have ways of dealing with such inferior forces. And I, leader of the hunting party, had no intention of staying around long enough for them to bring those advantages into play. What the Changelings did not expect, I assume, is that we'd attack again. And again. And again. Not head on, mind you, but a well placed shot from a distance, or an arrow in the back of a straggler. They could walk the exact same path returning home that they used before, and find traps of wooden stakes.
We evacuated and moved our village. We can afford to do so with our mobile construction. It was only on the second day that they used their greatest advantage. A sentry, seeing a bear roaming around, and seeing it behaving oddly, thought it had distemper or hydrophobia, and shot it. And it turned out to be one of the doubles in disguise. If only that that scout had lived around bears, and knew how they behave near settlements, he would have found our camp and we'd be none the wiser. They could have placed planes on us."
Makade pauses, and Waabishki starts again,
"To disguise one's appearance… That's one of the powers Nanabush had. I assure it, the trickster is very much to be respected. As for the spirits... well, have you seen lightning? Or a tree struck by lightning? If you have, you have an idea of what the Thunderbird may summon at will."
>>145297
"I think we have different understandings of the word respect then. I acknowledge their skill and weaponry, as they might acknowledge your own, but I do not respect them. To respect something means to give it a higher standing. The changelings are not to be respected in such a way. They will gladly attempt to destroy the spirits, even if such a thing is not possible, and everything you find sacred and holy, even if it was to seal their own destruction. So, for your sakes as well as their own, why would we not stop them? Why would we respect those that don't know respect themselves?"
"I think we have different understandings of the word respect then. I acknowledge their skill and weaponry, as they might acknowledge your own, but I do not respect them. To respect something means to give it a higher standing. The changelings are not to be respected in such a way. They will gladly attempt to destroy the spirits, even if such a thing is not possible, and everything you find sacred and holy, even if it was to seal their own destruction. So, for your sakes as well as their own, why would we not stop them? Why would we respect those that don't know respect themselves?"
>>145298
Waabishki, sitting besides the couch, is silent to Spark’s words. It is a silence that is soon filled with Makade’s invective:
“Of course the Changelings are terrible for you. You’re a pony. The world was yours just a few short years ago. In the thousand years since the ponies came here, they have pushed us wolves back to the recesses of the forest, and torn up a part of that for farming and to dig holes. They take us from our homes, they litigate who gets royalties for lumber sales to not pay us for cutting down the forest, and on top of all of that they have the audacity to serve those of us who venture out with draft notices. What, precisely, is new to us about the Changelings that we don’t have with ponies? The strong do what they will and the weak suffer what they must. It’s a grave misfortune to no longer be the strongest, isn’t it?”
Ply Press frowns
Waabishki looks up, and says at a low volume
“I don’t think Miskobag’s affliction is natural....”
Makade sighs, and says,
“I saw the Equestrian front melt like wax. I don’t think we can stop them. Not really, anyways. We can’t hold out forever while we need antibiotics, lamps, salt, and bullets. We should negotiate while we are in a position of relative strength.”
Waabishki, sitting besides the couch, is silent to Spark’s words. It is a silence that is soon filled with Makade’s invective:
“Of course the Changelings are terrible for you. You’re a pony. The world was yours just a few short years ago. In the thousand years since the ponies came here, they have pushed us wolves back to the recesses of the forest, and torn up a part of that for farming and to dig holes. They take us from our homes, they litigate who gets royalties for lumber sales to not pay us for cutting down the forest, and on top of all of that they have the audacity to serve those of us who venture out with draft notices. What, precisely, is new to us about the Changelings that we don’t have with ponies? The strong do what they will and the weak suffer what they must. It’s a grave misfortune to no longer be the strongest, isn’t it?”
Ply Press frowns
Waabishki looks up, and says at a low volume
“I don’t think Miskobag’s affliction is natural....”
Makade sighs, and says,
“I saw the Equestrian front melt like wax. I don’t think we can stop them. Not really, anyways. We can’t hold out forever while we need antibiotics, lamps, salt, and bullets. We should negotiate while we are in a position of relative strength.”
>>145299
"And your offer? That you will stop guerilla warfare? Do you think that will be a good bargaining chip when they could just burn anywhere they believe you to be, setting you back each time much more than you can them, all the while you run lower and lower on spots to hunt and gather resources. The plan to secure yourselves is to ask them politely to stop?
I don't really care if you see me as only a pawn of the former government that failed. You should see them as the ones that are more powerful than what I was once part of and ones even less likely to offer you any beneficial trade that doesn't involve your slavery. If you didn't have it well under ponies, what chance is there if you didn't help the new order fight them?
To deal with them is to allow them to be stronger when your whole strategy towards them is to keep them from gaining strength around you. If it becomes too costly to stay, then it is too costly to trade with you. So your only other option is to trade with those that are the enemy of your enemy and find the means to make it really uncomfortable to keep staying around here."
"And your offer? That you will stop guerilla warfare? Do you think that will be a good bargaining chip when they could just burn anywhere they believe you to be, setting you back each time much more than you can them, all the while you run lower and lower on spots to hunt and gather resources. The plan to secure yourselves is to ask them politely to stop?
I don't really care if you see me as only a pawn of the former government that failed. You should see them as the ones that are more powerful than what I was once part of and ones even less likely to offer you any beneficial trade that doesn't involve your slavery. If you didn't have it well under ponies, what chance is there if you didn't help the new order fight them?
To deal with them is to allow them to be stronger when your whole strategy towards them is to keep them from gaining strength around you. If it becomes too costly to stay, then it is too costly to trade with you. So your only other option is to trade with those that are the enemy of your enemy and find the means to make it really uncomfortable to keep staying around here."
Okay, Maakade’s response in >>145299 is something he’s brought up before and Spark answered before. It’s not really relevant to the line of conversation and it’s rather offensive when spoken in front of his step-parents. I’m striking >>145299 and replacing it with the following:
>>145298
Waabishki is silent for a moment. She replies:
“I wonder... I wonder if they already have tried. They found something in the woods. And it disfigured them.”
>>145298
Waabishki is silent for a moment. She replies:
“I wonder... I wonder if they already have tried. They found something in the woods. And it disfigured them.”
>>145305
"Maybe. But they won't stop so easily. Eventually their whole might will be turned to trying to destroying something they can't understand. That is something we should avoid allowing to come to pass."
"Maybe. But they won't stop so easily. Eventually their whole might will be turned to trying to destroying something they can't understand. That is something we should avoid allowing to come to pass."
>>145306
“That is why it is best to stay out of their sight. Remain unnoticed. Our interactions with the outside have brought us harm.”
“That is why it is best to stay out of their sight. Remain unnoticed. Our interactions with the outside have brought us harm.”
>>145307
“Well, you can’t just disappear. You are in their territory now. They will eventually expand to your homes and you will either be captured or forced to flee forever. You can achieve a degree of isolation only by choosing to forgo it for now, and end the crisis that threatens your way of life.. How can you stay out of sight when they are at your gates?”
“Well, you can’t just disappear. You are in their territory now. They will eventually expand to your homes and you will either be captured or forced to flee forever. You can achieve a degree of isolation only by choosing to forgo it for now, and end the crisis that threatens your way of life.. How can you stay out of sight when they are at your gates?”
>>145309
“We have to convince the changelings to abandon their post so close to your forest and move on to someplace easier to manage.”
“We have to convince the changelings to abandon their post so close to your forest and move on to someplace easier to manage.”
>>145199
Officer "Swift Soul," the olive green pony, moves a step forward. No horn nor wing is visible from his stance by the door, with his body ever so slightly angled to the left. But as he moves forward, Amber can see that any conclusion that he is an earth pony was too hastily made, as a feathered wing can be seen close to his previously hidden left side that has no extant counterpart on his right.
Stalwart moves closer to the stallion, and now Trakr moves to Stalwart's side, both confronting the new stallion.
The lilac-purple pony does not move forward, instead occupying the doorway, with her webbed-wings partly unfolded, the "wrists" and the scrawny bones angled upwards in a point. She does not enter the conversation, but hangs back in reserve. Her slit, ice-water eyes are the only pair to focus on Amber at any point during the room's invasion, and thankfully the lack of focus - for surely those slit-pupils can focus - implies more idle curiosity than inquisitive purpose. Her attention moves to the other mare in the room, the pink assistant, who moves around and closer to Trakr.
The conversation continues, evidently a debate over the jurisdiction of an investigation. There are many words exchanged, but the pertinent points are these:
For Stalwart,
"We already have several officers assigned to the Comte investigation who have done much work on the case. We possess the evidence gathered at the scene. Furthermore, this is a criminal investigation, and the Baltimare district as a self-governing autonomy, is allowed to make and enforce it's own criminal laws an procedures. To interfere with a criminal investigation is to infringe on that autonomy."
And for Swift Soul,
"This is hardly a criminal investigation alone, as we have reason to believe that Comte was involved in a conspiracy with the local criminal syndicates to import arms to facilitate an armed uprising."
These words trouble Stalwart greatly, as they understood to be 'magic words,' giving the officers power to attach themselves to any investigation. Trakr protests that 'these are the same claims used in Manehattan," to which Swift Soul replies 'what of it? That doesn't make them any less true.' Stalwart's rebuttal centers on demanding to know precisely what these 'reasons to believe' are, to which Swift Soul replies that they keep their sources secret for obvious reasons.
Swift Soul, however, has one more argument:
"This may be a criminal case. But it is a criminal case where the defendant is a member of the government, and one who previously approved the budget of the police and the appointment of the chief. Besides, further investigation may implicate other members of the government as co-defendants." This line is delivered with a smile. "There is a clear conflict of interest, and the investigation must be handled by an outside party."
These words trouble Stalwart perhaps even more than the former. He rebuts that the Police Department is a completely separate institution, with the role of the council in approving the budget and confirming appointments being so tenuous a connection as to create no meaningful conflict. Besides, he's been removed from the council, so there is nothing for him to do in retaliation against the police now. And what of possible other members of the government being implicated? Well, though it's alleged that 'ponies unknown' were involved along with Comte, that is all they are. Unknown. There's not any particular reason to believe the co-defendants were in the government or the SDP coalition, save for the fact that such people were among Comte's closest associates.
The argument drags on, but it's clear that the new officers have an edge, and Stalwart and Trakr are fighting a holding action. The latter two physically move back as the argument drags on, with the two new officers entering further into the room.
>>145312
gasps
is cute
Officer "Swift Soul," the olive green pony, moves a step forward. No horn nor wing is visible from his stance by the door, with his body ever so slightly angled to the left. But as he moves forward, Amber can see that any conclusion that he is an earth pony was too hastily made, as a feathered wing can be seen close to his previously hidden left side that has no extant counterpart on his right.
Stalwart moves closer to the stallion, and now Trakr moves to Stalwart's side, both confronting the new stallion.
The lilac-purple pony does not move forward, instead occupying the doorway, with her webbed-wings partly unfolded, the "wrists" and the scrawny bones angled upwards in a point. She does not enter the conversation, but hangs back in reserve. Her slit, ice-water eyes are the only pair to focus on Amber at any point during the room's invasion, and thankfully the lack of focus - for surely those slit-pupils can focus - implies more idle curiosity than inquisitive purpose. Her attention moves to the other mare in the room, the pink assistant, who moves around and closer to Trakr.
The conversation continues, evidently a debate over the jurisdiction of an investigation. There are many words exchanged, but the pertinent points are these:
For Stalwart,
"We already have several officers assigned to the Comte investigation who have done much work on the case. We possess the evidence gathered at the scene. Furthermore, this is a criminal investigation, and the Baltimare district as a self-governing autonomy, is allowed to make and enforce it's own criminal laws an procedures. To interfere with a criminal investigation is to infringe on that autonomy."
And for Swift Soul,
"This is hardly a criminal investigation alone, as we have reason to believe that Comte was involved in a conspiracy with the local criminal syndicates to import arms to facilitate an armed uprising."
These words trouble Stalwart greatly, as they understood to be 'magic words,' giving the officers power to attach themselves to any investigation. Trakr protests that 'these are the same claims used in Manehattan," to which Swift Soul replies 'what of it? That doesn't make them any less true.' Stalwart's rebuttal centers on demanding to know precisely what these 'reasons to believe' are, to which Swift Soul replies that they keep their sources secret for obvious reasons.
Swift Soul, however, has one more argument:
"This may be a criminal case. But it is a criminal case where the defendant is a member of the government, and one who previously approved the budget of the police and the appointment of the chief. Besides, further investigation may implicate other members of the government as co-defendants." This line is delivered with a smile. "There is a clear conflict of interest, and the investigation must be handled by an outside party."
These words trouble Stalwart perhaps even more than the former. He rebuts that the Police Department is a completely separate institution, with the role of the council in approving the budget and confirming appointments being so tenuous a connection as to create no meaningful conflict. Besides, he's been removed from the council, so there is nothing for him to do in retaliation against the police now. And what of possible other members of the government being implicated? Well, though it's alleged that 'ponies unknown' were involved along with Comte, that is all they are. Unknown. There's not any particular reason to believe the co-defendants were in the government or the SDP coalition, save for the fact that such people were among Comte's closest associates.
The argument drags on, but it's clear that the new officers have an edge, and Stalwart and Trakr are fighting a holding action. The latter two physically move back as the argument drags on, with the two new officers entering further into the room.
>>145312
gasps
is cute
Things are starting to get interesting. A hero story, conflicting desires, and cute ponies and wolves. I should be able to continue it tomorrow.
>>145311
"Well, a war isn't won in a day. It will take some time and effort, but I believe the opportunity will reveal itself sooner rather than later. Their operation at their mine already had one major set back. Another one or two might just convince their superiors that they are needed elsewhere."
"Well, a war isn't won in a day. It will take some time and effort, but I believe the opportunity will reveal itself sooner rather than later. Their operation at their mine already had one major set back. Another one or two might just convince their superiors that they are needed elsewhere."
>>145322
She blinks and shakes her head
"An attack? That could provoke them."
Makade butts in:
"We don't have the resources."
She blinks and shakes her head
"An attack? That could provoke them."
Makade butts in:
"We don't have the resources."
>>145326
"It will only provoke them if they figure out it's us. They already know there are monsters among them, so if they think they are under attack by something beyond their control, they will leave. And as for resources, breaking things tends to not cost too much. You just have to find the right tools."
"It will only provoke them if they figure out it's us. They already know there are monsters among them, so if they think they are under attack by something beyond their control, they will leave. And as for resources, breaking things tends to not cost too much. You just have to find the right tools."
hopes to continue soon
Have I already said that (You) are a cute pony? Oh well, it bears saying again.
I got this weekend free. I hope for lots more character interaction and adventure!
>>145294
He gives a sort of smile, and moves his head back
"Yes, the movement is that big. The whole city could rise. Perhaps they will again, one day."
He gives a sort of smile, and moves his head back
"Yes, the movement is that big. The whole city could rise. Perhaps they will again, one day."
>>145359
Silver looks around to make sure it's unlikely for authorities to overhear, then he looks at the pony he's talking to.
"Do you happen to know anything about paper? My friend here used to work in his own local paper, and he is looking to get back into work."
Silver looks around to make sure it's unlikely for authorities to overhear, then he looks at the pony he's talking to.
"Do you happen to know anything about paper? My friend here used to work in his own local paper, and he is looking to get back into work."
>>145360
Armed soldiers aren’t that far away, but the presence of many other ponies shouting makes it unlikely they’d hear anything. It’s impossible to tell exactly [i]who is standing in the crowd, and whether there are any unclothed police among them. The pony Silver is speaking to seems to recognize this, as he physically takes another step back and seems reticent to speak. Paper Clipping, however, burst forward and starts speaking.
“Ah great! You think you can help me find the papa’? I was an edita’ back in... back in my home town and, well, okay I wasn’t an edita’ I was a typesetta’ but uh, but I’m a pretty good typesetta’. You know I’m really impressed by the movement you’ve got here. You know, this is more than I could see back home. Folks back home wouldn’t even do a third of this, coming out here and making noise-“
Armed soldiers aren’t that far away, but the presence of many other ponies shouting makes it unlikely they’d hear anything. It’s impossible to tell exactly [i]who is standing in the crowd, and whether there are any unclothed police among them. The pony Silver is speaking to seems to recognize this, as he physically takes another step back and seems reticent to speak. Paper Clipping, however, burst forward and starts speaking.
“Ah great! You think you can help me find the papa’? I was an edita’ back in... back in my home town and, well, okay I wasn’t an edita’ I was a typesetta’ but uh, but I’m a pretty good typesetta’. You know I’m really impressed by the movement you’ve got here. You know, this is more than I could see back home. Folks back home wouldn’t even do a third of this, coming out here and making noise-“
>>145229
Iron sighed contently at the touch, soon actively seeking out more to hold properly as he focused on long, slow strokes along her mane, up to the end of her crest.
Meanwhile, his hanging hindlegs soon snuck its way in-between Sands' own legs just to feel more of that cuddle-inducing fluff as he closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment for how long they could do it.
Iron sighed contently at the touch, soon actively seeking out more to hold properly as he focused on long, slow strokes along her mane, up to the end of her crest.
Meanwhile, his hanging hindlegs soon snuck its way in-between Sands' own legs just to feel more of that cuddle-inducing fluff as he closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment for how long they could do it.
>>145368
Sands raises her eyes at the movement of Iron's legs, but her face returns to a sly smile. There is plenty of mane, which flows down and covers her shoulders. She tries to settle into this position.
[1d5 = 5]
Sands raises her eyes at the movement of Iron's legs, but her face returns to a sly smile. There is plenty of mane, which flows down and covers her shoulders. She tries to settle into this position.
[1d5 = 5]
>>145369
Iron gave Sands ample time to properly settle into it, as he soon stopped her mane caressing to instead rub her bountiful chest fluff instead.
All the while, he simply relaxed himself into it, breathing softly as he enjoyed the limited time he had with White's body until he had to go to war again.
Iron gave Sands ample time to properly settle into it, as he soon stopped her mane caressing to instead rub her bountiful chest fluff instead.
All the while, he simply relaxed himself into it, breathing softly as he enjoyed the limited time he had with White's body until he had to go to war again.
>>145370
And there is indeed quite a bit of fluff there on her chest, as this small unicorn is surprisingly fluffy.
Looking away from Iron, she says
"This floor is a hard, don't you think. Doesn't your friend have a bed we could lay on?"
And there is indeed quite a bit of fluff there on her chest, as this small unicorn is surprisingly fluffy.
Looking away from Iron, she says
"This floor is a hard, don't you think. Doesn't your friend have a bed we could lay on?"
Sorry for being awful at keeping up
>>145316
Amber weighs her options. On the one hoof, the entry of these new officers creates a new, albeit uneasy, distraction for the police who have all but forgotten by Amber. On the other, trying to slip away might bring more attention to herself if noticed, especially by that―that bat with her keen eyes.
She decides to not turn away just yet but back up to be the furthest away from the rest, yet not so fast to be suspicious. She looks about nonchalantly, knitting her brow so as to look like she's thinking about the conversation rather than searching for a corner to round.
>>145316
Amber weighs her options. On the one hoof, the entry of these new officers creates a new, albeit uneasy, distraction for the police who have all but forgotten by Amber. On the other, trying to slip away might bring more attention to herself if noticed, especially by that―that bat with her keen eyes.
She decides to not turn away just yet but back up to be the furthest away from the rest, yet not so fast to be suspicious. She looks about nonchalantly, knitting her brow so as to look like she's thinking about the conversation rather than searching for a corner to round.
>>145371
Such a question caused Iron to creak an eye open to look at Sands in order to answer her question. "I have not asked for that," he admitted gently, soon turning his head towards the couch "but the couch should prove quite adequate."
Such a question caused Iron to creak an eye open to look at Sands in order to answer her question. "I have not asked for that," he admitted gently, soon turning his head towards the couch "but the couch should prove quite adequate."
>>145372
Hello
[1d20 = 5]
The two new ponies advance further into the room, renewing demands to be shown certain notes and evidence. Again they allege various insidious conspiracies, and the police in the room allege the only conspiracy is against Baltimare.
>>145373
She moves away, and looks back to Iron frowning. After a moment, she says
"Alright"
And gets up
Hello
[1d20 = 5]
The two new ponies advance further into the room, renewing demands to be shown certain notes and evidence. Again they allege various insidious conspiracies, and the police in the room allege the only conspiracy is against Baltimare.
>>145373
She moves away, and looks back to Iron frowning. After a moment, she says
"Alright"
And gets up
>>145374
For a second, Iron felt a tiny bit of dread at Sands' hesitation, but it soon vanished at her agreement, soon standing up and also picking up the mare by sneaking himself under her and standing up.
If successful, he'd soon carry White towards their intended destination and carefully place her there.
For a second, Iron felt a tiny bit of dread at Sands' hesitation, but it soon vanished at her agreement, soon standing up and also picking up the mare by sneaking himself under her and standing up.
If successful, he'd soon carry White towards their intended destination and carefully place her there.
>>145375
The size difference between Iron and Sands does not help him here, with her being taller than her, even with her thin body. Still, with brute force he can place her body over his, and carry her the twelve feet or so to the opposite side of the room. The couch is narrow, scarcely enough for the two of them. They will have to cram themselves tight together on the couch, or maybe even (partly) on top of each other.
The size difference between Iron and Sands does not help him here, with her being taller than her, even with her thin body. Still, with brute force he can place her body over his, and carry her the twelve feet or so to the opposite side of the room. The couch is narrow, scarcely enough for the two of them. They will have to cram themselves tight together on the couch, or maybe even (partly) on top of each other.
>>145376
Seeing this, Iron stood next to the couch as he thought for a moment. "...do you prefer to be the top?" he soon asked Sands with a pensive tone.
Seeing this, Iron stood next to the couch as he thought for a moment. "...do you prefer to be the top?" he soon asked Sands with a pensive tone.
>>145378
Hearing this, Iron carefully takes his time on getting in the couch with Sands on top of him, allowing her to choose what sort of treatment she could do to his mostly exposed body as he settled down on his belly.
Hearing this, Iron carefully takes his time on getting in the couch with Sands on top of him, allowing her to choose what sort of treatment she could do to his mostly exposed body as he settled down on his belly.
>>145379
Sands lets Iron get on the bed before making her move. She moves over, eyes a small exposed portion of the couch, and then uses these as footholds as she jumps up onto the bed. She moves to stand over Iron, spreading her legs and looking down to find exactly the position she wants. Then she lays down over him, paying little attention to the position of his legs, leaning against the back of the couch. She folds her hind legs in, and then her forelegs, positioned a little back from his head, and with room to look at him. She rather snug now, with her tail folded in and hanging off the side of the couch, and her mane flowing down and making contact with Iron. He can feel her chest pressed against his, and almost the whole weight of her body. She's like a heavy, fluffy pillow, really. She wears a smug expression, looking down at Iron.
Sands lets Iron get on the bed before making her move. She moves over, eyes a small exposed portion of the couch, and then uses these as footholds as she jumps up onto the bed. She moves to stand over Iron, spreading her legs and looking down to find exactly the position she wants. Then she lays down over him, paying little attention to the position of his legs, leaning against the back of the couch. She folds her hind legs in, and then her forelegs, positioned a little back from his head, and with room to look at him. She rather snug now, with her tail folded in and hanging off the side of the couch, and her mane flowing down and making contact with Iron. He can feel her chest pressed against his, and almost the whole weight of her body. She's like a heavy, fluffy pillow, really. She wears a smug expression, looking down at Iron.
>>145374
Amber doesn't wait to see the argument become heated, as she turns the corner back into the hallway and walks away as inconspicuously as possible. She looks behind her to see if she's been noticed.
Amber doesn't wait to see the argument become heated, as she turns the corner back into the hallway and walks away as inconspicuously as possible. She looks behind her to see if she's been noticed.
>>145383
Amber slips off silently, moving away at a critical moment when the bat is distracted by the other mare. The bat is then pushed away by a new pony entering the room who causes some commotion, but nevermind that. Amber slips away, presumably down the hallway behind her
Amber slips off silently, moving away at a critical moment when the bat is distracted by the other mare. The bat is then pushed away by a new pony entering the room who causes some commotion, but nevermind that. Amber slips away, presumably down the hallway behind her
>>145380
Iron couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the smug Sands currently laying inbetween his body and the couch's backrest, enjoying the comfy pillow as he haphazardly spread his legs out to fully allow his upper portion to land against the couch without disturbing the cat-posed mare on top of him.
Iron couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the smug Sands currently laying inbetween his body and the couch's backrest, enjoying the comfy pillow as he haphazardly spread his legs out to fully allow his upper portion to land against the couch without disturbing the cat-posed mare on top of him.
>>145384
Now then, where to find a detective, particularly one tucked away somewhere? She heads down the hall stealthily but quickly, looking at the nameplates of doors with lights on behind them and trying to see through their windows.
Now then, where to find a detective, particularly one tucked away somewhere? She heads down the hall stealthily but quickly, looking at the nameplates of doors with lights on behind them and trying to see through their windows.
>>145385
The couch is almost small for Iron, but he is able to stretch his legs out and over the side. Sands moves a foreleg forward, and then a hindleg, both on her right side, hanging out over Iron. She moves in to make herself comfortable.
>>145386
Well, let's see
Malt Tease... That one is closed. Then there's Great Warmth, Mold Dune, Fillipe Marshmellow... Okay, all of these offices are closed with the lights off. Ah, here's one with someone in it... Wait. It's the griffin. At least she's occupied with... paperwork?
The couch is almost small for Iron, but he is able to stretch his legs out and over the side. Sands moves a foreleg forward, and then a hindleg, both on her right side, hanging out over Iron. She moves in to make herself comfortable.
>>145386
Well, let's see
Malt Tease... That one is closed. Then there's Great Warmth, Mold Dune, Fillipe Marshmellow... Okay, all of these offices are closed with the lights off. Ah, here's one with someone in it... Wait. It's the griffin. At least she's occupied with... paperwork?
>>145387
Iron does the same while allowing Sands' own attempts, breathing contently as he closed his eyes once again. He had to admit, however, that he missed having his hold on her hoof, but it was negligible compared to White's own comfort for tonight.
Iron does the same while allowing Sands' own attempts, breathing contently as he closed his eyes once again. He had to admit, however, that he missed having his hold on her hoof, but it was negligible compared to White's own comfort for tonight.
>>145394
Feeling this, Iron slowly turns his head towards Sands' and plants a little peck on her cheek before softly nuzzling it.
Feeling this, Iron slowly turns his head towards Sands' and plants a little peck on her cheek before softly nuzzling it.
>>145399
This isn't it....
Nevertheless, she doesn't move away immediately but tries to make out the words played back.
Listen: [1d20+3 = 13]
This isn't it....
Nevertheless, she doesn't move away immediately but tries to make out the words played back.
Listen: [1d20+3 = 13]
>>145401
Stallion, accented to the Equestrian east coast, probably local. It sounds like one side of a conversation
"Well I couldn't say no."
"They offered money. All in gold."
"No. That's not it. That's not it. There was some underlying threat to it. I can't really describe it. They came in during business hours. Had to excuse another customer because of it. There were three of them. I couldn't say no. Come on. You know that's more than market value."
"Yes, I know. I know. I don't know what you are going to have to do about it. You can open up somewhere else. I don't know. No, I know. It's okay. We'll just... open up somewhere else."
This goes on. There are other sounds, very possibly including the voice of another party, but none of that is clear to Amber, at least from her position.
Stallion, accented to the Equestrian east coast, probably local. It sounds like one side of a conversation
"Well I couldn't say no."
"They offered money. All in gold."
"No. That's not it. That's not it. There was some underlying threat to it. I can't really describe it. They came in during business hours. Had to excuse another customer because of it. There were three of them. I couldn't say no. Come on. You know that's more than market value."
"Yes, I know. I know. I don't know what you are going to have to do about it. You can open up somewhere else. I don't know. No, I know. It's okay. We'll just... open up somewhere else."
This goes on. There are other sounds, very possibly including the voice of another party, but none of that is clear to Amber, at least from her position.
>>145399
Iron soon slides his head down under her, allowing Sands to rest her head on his just to give her some more cushioning for her pillow-like head.
Iron soon slides his head down under her, allowing Sands to rest her head on his just to give her some more cushioning for her pillow-like head.
>>145404
"No. No. No. You don't understand. They wore coats. Heavy coats. Like, raincoats. Loose fitting. But there was no rain. Griffins, all three of them. They were so serious. Who knows what they had under those coats. No. I wasn't going to find out. No you wouldn't have beaten them if you had been there. You'd have seen there was no refusing. Yes. I know. Well no I didn't have permission. Yes I know I need his permission to do. Yes. He's a stakeholder yes. No. Well he'll get his share. Yes I know. Well. Well. Hold on. Listen. It's like if there's a robbery, or a fire, or a storm. Things happen. Look, they left behind gold. Coins mostly, the old bits. And bars. Small ones, like from a bank. Oh come on, you know the place was not worth that much anyways. Yeah. Well you better tell him. Alright I'll tell him myself."
At points the other voice gets a bit louder and seems to display emotional excitement, but it is still so faint as to be impossible to make out.
>>145403
She rubs her head into his, cozying up
[1d5 = 1]
"No. No. No. You don't understand. They wore coats. Heavy coats. Like, raincoats. Loose fitting. But there was no rain. Griffins, all three of them. They were so serious. Who knows what they had under those coats. No. I wasn't going to find out. No you wouldn't have beaten them if you had been there. You'd have seen there was no refusing. Yes. I know. Well no I didn't have permission. Yes I know I need his permission to do. Yes. He's a stakeholder yes. No. Well he'll get his share. Yes I know. Well. Well. Hold on. Listen. It's like if there's a robbery, or a fire, or a storm. Things happen. Look, they left behind gold. Coins mostly, the old bits. And bars. Small ones, like from a bank. Oh come on, you know the place was not worth that much anyways. Yeah. Well you better tell him. Alright I'll tell him myself."
At points the other voice gets a bit louder and seems to display emotional excitement, but it is still so faint as to be impossible to make out.
>>145403
She rubs her head into his, cozying up
[1d5 = 1]
>>145405
It takes her a minute to realize that the listener of the tape recorder isn't the one being talked to. Wait, is this a phone call? Gold...no refusin'...place...I got it, some rotten griffons extorted a poor pony out of his store. Well of all the low-down crooked things.... She doesn't linger on these thoughts though, realizing that when the recording call ends the bat's attention won't be distracted any longer. She starts to head back to the opposite direction.
It takes her a minute to realize that the listener of the tape recorder isn't the one being talked to. Wait, is this a phone call? Gold...no refusin'...place...I got it, some rotten griffons extorted a poor pony out of his store. Well of all the low-down crooked things.... She doesn't linger on these thoughts though, realizing that when the recording call ends the bat's attention won't be distracted any longer. She starts to head back to the opposite direction.
>>145405
Iron smiled under her, happy to provide the comfort she desired the best way he knew how without resorting to alien concrete jungle techniques like beds.
Iron smiled under her, happy to provide the comfort she desired the best way he knew how without resorting to alien concrete jungle techniques like beds.
>>145409
Iron creaked an eye open as he turned his head towards Cauldron's voice, overall quite relaxed still as he thought they weren't doing anything wrong.
He first wanted to see her reaction to see what he should say in case something he was doing was indeed bad.
Iron creaked an eye open as he turned his head towards Cauldron's voice, overall quite relaxed still as he thought they weren't doing anything wrong.
He first wanted to see her reaction to see what he should say in case something he was doing was indeed bad.
>>145410
It’s worth noting that the hallways both turn in corners.
Amber moves up to the office to see a yellow-orange stallion, evidently looking at photographs below him and a map that is pinned to the wall.
>>145411
Black Cauldron enters the room walking forward while staring at the two ponies sandwiched into each other. White Sands is very much okay with this, having a smile on her face.
It’s worth noting that the hallways both turn in corners.
Amber moves up to the office to see a yellow-orange stallion, evidently looking at photographs below him and a map that is pinned to the wall.
>>145411
Black Cauldron enters the room walking forward while staring at the two ponies sandwiched into each other. White Sands is very much okay with this, having a smile on her face.
>>145414
“You think you’ll be here for a while, right? Do you need anything to eat? Does your, uh, friend need anything?”
“You think you’ll be here for a while, right? Do you need anything to eat? Does your, uh, friend need anything?”
>>145415
Anything to eat...
Iron quickly took a second to check if he indeed was hungry as he lazily looked up to the mare on top of him. "Do you want anything?" he relaxedly asked the fluffy Sands.
Anything to eat...
Iron quickly took a second to check if he indeed was hungry as he lazily looked up to the mare on top of him. "Do you want anything?" he relaxedly asked the fluffy Sands.
>>145417
Hearing White's words made Iron nod before looking back at Cauldron with a smile. "If I were to ask for food," he suggested in an attempt to be coy, only to be interrupted by his stomach growling lightly.
He hadn't eaten anything after the breakfast at the hotel, meaning he was quite eager to have food right about now. Of course, this derailed any attempt to be playful as his cards were unintentionally put into the table, instead smiling sheepishly at the zebra mare.
Hearing White's words made Iron nod before looking back at Cauldron with a smile. "If I were to ask for food," he suggested in an attempt to be coy, only to be interrupted by his stomach growling lightly.
He hadn't eaten anything after the breakfast at the hotel, meaning he was quite eager to have food right about now. Of course, this derailed any attempt to be playful as his cards were unintentionally put into the table, instead smiling sheepishly at the zebra mare.
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>>145412
Map done, see pic related. Is it vaguely what you were envisioning?
Amber doesn't really have any more options within the police station. She could try to sneak into one of the many doors along the hallway, but none of those ponies supposedly in there are who she's looking for. She doesn't want to try the bat pony who's busy anyway. Going back to the detectives on the other side of the building is right out.
She enters the office softly. "Um, excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
Map done, see pic related. Is it vaguely what you were envisioning?
Amber doesn't really have any more options within the police station. She could try to sneak into one of the many doors along the hallway, but none of those ponies supposedly in there are who she's looking for. She doesn't want to try the bat pony who's busy anyway. Going back to the detectives on the other side of the building is right out.
She enters the office softly. "Um, excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
>>145418
Any stomach growling is muffled by a fluffy pillow unicorn. Unless it’s an excessively aggressive growl.
Black Cauldron answers,
“I can make something quickly.”
>>145419
Not quite. That portrayal seems to have the hallways dead ending in offices. I would have the hallways end in corners where the hallway confines onwards. On the right side it turns again to the right, presumably coming back around so that it meets up with a hallway closer to the entrance and would allow you to walk around in a circle. The hallway on the left turns a corner to the left, though it does not seem to loop around. The offices are on the sides. There are actually a large number of offices, just most of them don’t have anyone working in them at 1 AM on a Saturday morning.
The pony turns to her, putting down the photographs. His brown eyes widen. He wears a beige hat even now inside the room.
“Hmmm?”
Any stomach growling is muffled by a fluffy pillow unicorn. Unless it’s an excessively aggressive growl.
Black Cauldron answers,
“I can make something quickly.”
>>145419
Not quite. That portrayal seems to have the hallways dead ending in offices. I would have the hallways end in corners where the hallway confines onwards. On the right side it turns again to the right, presumably coming back around so that it meets up with a hallway closer to the entrance and would allow you to walk around in a circle. The hallway on the left turns a corner to the left, though it does not seem to loop around. The offices are on the sides. There are actually a large number of offices, just most of them don’t have anyone working in them at 1 AM on a Saturday morning.
The pony turns to her, putting down the photographs. His brown eyes widen. He wears a beige hat even now inside the room.
“Hmmm?”
>>145420
Iron's eyes immediately widened at Cauldron's generous attitude, soon getting a bit bashful at having her cook food just for him. "I-I do not wish to take away any more of your time," he quickly stammered out, albeit his lightly hesitant hoof twiddling definitely called out he'd appreciate it.
Iron's eyes immediately widened at Cauldron's generous attitude, soon getting a bit bashful at having her cook food just for him. "I-I do not wish to take away any more of your time," he quickly stammered out, albeit his lightly hesitant hoof twiddling definitely called out he'd appreciate it.
>>145420
Good to know, I'll work on it with my rudimentary skills
"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering where Red Scabbard's office is? I was told I could give him some information regarding a case." She smiles shyly.
Good to know, I'll work on it with my rudimentary skills
"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering where Red Scabbard's office is? I was told I could give him some information regarding a case." She smiles shyly.
>>145423
This caused Iron's to widen once again, now shocked to hear such a concept. "You have leftovers?" he asked out loud, curious.
This caused Iron's to widen once again, now shocked to hear such a concept. "You have leftovers?" he asked out loud, curious.
>>145425
"You take it from so far away?" Iron followed up, now starting to get invested in such alien yet interesting practices. "How does it taste?"
"You take it from so far away?" Iron followed up, now starting to get invested in such alien yet interesting practices. "How does it taste?"
>>145426
“Well, yes. Sometimes. I have to get groceries anyways. It tastes almost as good as when it’s fresh.”
“Well, yes. Sometimes. I have to get groceries anyways. It tastes almost as good as when it’s fresh.”
>>145427
"Woah..." he gasped out, eyes practically sparking at such zebra magic told to him like it's nothing. "How do you even do that?"
"Woah..." he gasped out, eyes practically sparking at such zebra magic told to him like it's nothing. "How do you even do that?"
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>>145423
I kinda butchered it, but here is a revised version
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amber, and I want to help with the investigation." She smiles more warmly now.
I kinda butchered it, but here is a revised version
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amber, and I want to help with the investigation." She smiles more warmly now.
>>145430
"A stove?" Iron uttered, further intrigued by Cauldron's remarkably tame discoveries. "Is it some sort of spell name? A potion, maybe?"
"A stove?" Iron uttered, further intrigued by Cauldron's remarkably tame discoveries. "Is it some sort of spell name? A potion, maybe?"
>>145430
"I'm happy to meet you too. I wish I could talk longer, but...." She yawns. "...But I'm a little pressed for time. Thank you very much, and I wish you the best of luck!" If he has no response she'll follow his directions.
"I'm happy to meet you too. I wish I could talk longer, but...." She yawns. "...But I'm a little pressed for time. Thank you very much, and I wish you the best of luck!" If he has no response she'll follow his directions.
>>145433
She does so, though she looks to make sure nopony is looking at the T section first.
Move silently: [1d20+3 = 19]
She does so, though she looks to make sure nopony is looking at the T section first.
Move silently: [1d20+3 = 19]
>>145438
Iron excitedly nodded, eagerly anticipating how these magical leftovers would taste. "Please do," he agreed wholeheartedly.
Iron excitedly nodded, eagerly anticipating how these magical leftovers would taste. "Please do," he agreed wholeheartedly.
>>145442
Iron quickly turned to see such a magnificent piece of magic flashing on in rapt attention, eyes dilating slightly out of immense curiousity as his mouth hung open. "How did you do that?" he blurted out loud.
Of course, he didn't move so much, as he still was cognizant enough of the mare on top of him and would be disturbed if he were to suddenly shift his position.
Iron quickly turned to see such a magnificent piece of magic flashing on in rapt attention, eyes dilating slightly out of immense curiousity as his mouth hung open. "How did you do that?" he blurted out loud.
Of course, he didn't move so much, as he still was cognizant enough of the mare on top of him and would be disturbed if he were to suddenly shift his position.
>>145443
“Gas” Black Cauldron answers in the most matter of fact find if voice possible. Iron can’t move by much with the weight on him. In fact even breathing is harder than usual.
>>145444
Black mane, check, though he has a hat on. He is wearing a raincoat, and it is hard to tell if there is or is not a uniform beneath that.
“Gas” Black Cauldron answers in the most matter of fact find if voice possible. Iron can’t move by much with the weight on him. In fact even breathing is harder than usual.
>>145444
Black mane, check, though he has a hat on. He is wearing a raincoat, and it is hard to tell if there is or is not a uniform beneath that.
>>145445
There can't be that many OC's colored with edge in this dark universe, can there?
Amber casually walks out from around the corner and winks at the stallion.
There can't be that many OC's colored with edge in this dark universe, can there?
Amber casually walks out from around the corner and winks at the stallion.
>>145445
Iron obviously endured it, glad to have Sands comfy after everything that had happened today and glad to chat with Cauldron about such a riveting topic. "What's gas?" he immediately asked afterwards. "Is that where the spell comes in?"
Iron obviously endured it, glad to have Sands comfy after everything that had happened today and glad to chat with Cauldron about such a riveting topic. "What's gas?" he immediately asked afterwards. "Is that where the spell comes in?"
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>>145451
Amber thanks the Princesses as she approaches him. She can't be absolutely sure until she speaks to him, but she can be reasonably certain this is indeed the pony she's looking for. She walks up and asks him, "Red Scabbard, I presume?"
Amber thanks the Princesses as she approaches him. She can't be absolutely sure until she speaks to him, but she can be reasonably certain this is indeed the pony she's looking for. She walks up and asks him, "Red Scabbard, I presume?"
>>145451
Iron stared at the pot far more than he cared to admit, the extra difficulty to breathe not causing that much strain on his attention towards such magical arts at display.
However, he spared one glance at Cauldron to flash her an excited smile just to show off how grateful and eager he was to taste such powerful foods.
Iron stared at the pot far more than he cared to admit, the extra difficulty to breathe not causing that much strain on his attention towards such magical arts at display.
However, he spared one glance at Cauldron to flash her an excited smile just to show off how grateful and eager he was to taste such powerful foods.
>>145454
Such a sign of uncertainty immediately tempered his excitement, now feeling worried something may have happened without him noticing, soon looking at the stove a bit more closely. Maybe she needs some extra gas to properly give it enough fire? he thought to himself.
Such a sign of uncertainty immediately tempered his excitement, now feeling worried something may have happened without him noticing, soon looking at the stove a bit more closely. Maybe she needs some extra gas to properly give it enough fire? he thought to himself.
>>145457
"Okay!" She frowns and glances at the door, thinking to herself that it would be much more secure in there. She reaches into her dress and fumbles around with the paper until she pulls it out, then hastily pushes it toward him.
"Okay!" She frowns and glances at the door, thinking to herself that it would be much more secure in there. She reaches into her dress and fumbles around with the paper until she pulls it out, then hastily pushes it toward him.
>>145457
Oh.
Iron's spirits lowered considerably to allow himself some time to properly think through stuff as he sighed softly. "I was planning on going back to bait out some hitsquads to beat up," he explained with a bit of hesitation, feeling it would be sternly rejected. "Maybe bring some sort of help."
Oh.
Iron's spirits lowered considerably to allow himself some time to properly think through stuff as he sighed softly. "I was planning on going back to bait out some hitsquads to beat up," he explained with a bit of hesitation, feeling it would be sternly rejected. "Maybe bring some sort of help."
>>145458
He takes the paper, and tries to unfold it, then looks up and forward. He must have changed his mind, because he puts the paper to the side and behind again to try to unlock the door of the office, succeeding and opening it.
>>145459
“I’m not sure there is much other choice.” She says almost somberly.
“You’ve started a war without permission. You and that one unicorn mare. The only way to get away with that is to win it. Or at least, to give a damn good start.”
He takes the paper, and tries to unfold it, then looks up and forward. He must have changed his mind, because he puts the paper to the side and behind again to try to unlock the door of the office, succeeding and opening it.
>>145459
“I’m not sure there is much other choice.” She says almost somberly.
“You’ve started a war without permission. You and that one unicorn mare. The only way to get away with that is to win it. Or at least, to give a damn good start.”
>>145461
"Yes..." Iron trailed off, now feeling quite self-conscious about his failures back at the port with a pout on his face and looking away in shame.
I mustn't fail them, he declared to himself, making a promise. If I fail them, then I am as good as dead.
"Yes..." Iron trailed off, now feeling quite self-conscious about his failures back at the port with a pout on his face and looking away in shame.
I mustn't fail them, he declared to himself, making a promise. If I fail them, then I am as good as dead.
>>145464
She follows him in hastily, practically barging past him. "It's nothing big or dangerous, I hope?"
She follows him in hastily, practically barging past him. "It's nothing big or dangerous, I hope?"
>>145462
"It's not your fault, I know. I would have assumed she had authority as well. Frankly I wouldn't be surprised if her underboss ordered her to. But any time things go wrong they are always looking for a scapegoat and you're not in a great position. Get well and get help. If you finish this - or even if you don't, but you leave it in a better situation than if you never did anything - I think this will do a lot to help unite us."
>>145465
She enters into the office, causing him to look up at her for how she entered. He closes the door.
"I'm not sure what it is yet." He says, unfolding the paper
"In any case don't get caught with it,
"It's not your fault, I know. I would have assumed she had authority as well. Frankly I wouldn't be surprised if her underboss ordered her to. But any time things go wrong they are always looking for a scapegoat and you're not in a great position. Get well and get help. If you finish this - or even if you don't, but you leave it in a better situation than if you never did anything - I think this will do a lot to help unite us."
>>145465
She enters into the office, causing him to look up at her for how she entered. He closes the door.
"I'm not sure what it is yet." He says, unfolding the paper
"In any case don't get caught with it,
>>145466
"My plan is to go to the bathrooms and use that as an excuse for being missing. Do you know if they have windows I can climb through?"
"My plan is to go to the bathrooms and use that as an excuse for being missing. Do you know if they have windows I can climb through?"
>>145467
"Not up here. Not in this building. The bathrooms are back there."
He tilts his head to the left.
"Not up here. Not in this building. The bathrooms are back there."
He tilts his head to the left.
>>145466
"I have no clue what kind of help is best for this," Iron admitted, now looking back at Cauldron with fears about being judged cleared. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"I have no clue what kind of help is best for this," Iron admitted, now looking back at Cauldron with fears about being judged cleared. "Do you have any suggestions?"
>>145468
"I reckon I couldn't get past the front door without being searched. Is there any window up 'round here I can climb through safely?"
"I reckon I couldn't get past the front door without being searched. Is there any window up 'round here I can climb through safely?"
>>145469
"It's less dangerous to use somepony outside of our thing to do it. Less dangerous for us, less dangerous for you. Especially if it goes wrong. Didn't you work with ponies on... other projects?"
>>145470
"There are some offices, but I think you'll be less suspicious leaving through the front door than out a second floor window. They only really search ponies when they enter the building, and even then, only for explosives and weapons."
"It's less dangerous to use somepony outside of our thing to do it. Less dangerous for us, less dangerous for you. Especially if it goes wrong. Didn't you work with ponies on... other projects?"
>>145470
"There are some offices, but I think you'll be less suspicious leaving through the front door than out a second floor window. They only really search ponies when they enter the building, and even then, only for explosives and weapons."
>>145471
"I did..." Iron muttered, looking to the side in a mix of doubt and uncertainty "but I have no clue how to contact almost all of them."
"I did..." Iron muttered, looking to the side in a mix of doubt and uncertainty "but I have no clue how to contact almost all of them."
>>145471
"Oh, thank Celestia. Please do hurry, though, your partners want me to sign something but they're distracted now.
I don't know for how long."
"Oh, thank Celestia. Please do hurry, though, your partners want me to sign something but they're distracted now.
I don't know for how long."
Okay, I have to sleep now. I'm actually available this weekend, so feel free to stop by tomorrow and the next night, and probably the next after that.
>>145472
"Well, something like that, I think, is your best bet. Private help, I mean. I can help locate ponies, if need be. Just... not from my group."
>>145473
"Not long"
He says, while reading the paper unfolded in front of him
>>145472
"Well, something like that, I think, is your best bet. Private help, I mean. I can help locate ponies, if need be. Just... not from my group."
>>145473
"Not long"
He says, while reading the paper unfolded in front of him
>>145474
Goodnight! I should be more regular too
Amber won't distract him any longer but will listen for the sound of hoofsteps.
Goodnight! I should be more regular too
Amber won't distract him any longer but will listen for the sound of hoofsteps.
>>145474
Neat
Iron visibly brightened up at Cauldron's offer, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you," he offered with a thankful smile. "It would mean a lot."
Neat
Iron visibly brightened up at Cauldron's offer, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you," he offered with a thankful smile. "It would mean a lot."
>>145475
Roll Listen
>>145476
"Do you... have any ideas?" She asks, and turns her head back to the pot.
"It really is impressive, going in there alone. Well, with just your friend I mean. Trying to take on the whole of the Ginoviccis. What remains of them, anyways. That's great courage, and great toughness to come away from that. I don't know anypony who would even attempt that, much less survive it. But it looks like you took on a little more than you could handle."
>>145363
"Yes... Uh, I don't know ponies who work in the paper, but I know somepony who distributes the paper."
>>145337
If Waabishki had any reply, she doesn't make it before Petal makes a comment of her own
"You must be very careful about that talk here, It's very dangerous."
Roll Listen
>>145476
"Do you... have any ideas?" She asks, and turns her head back to the pot.
"It really is impressive, going in there alone. Well, with just your friend I mean. Trying to take on the whole of the Ginoviccis. What remains of them, anyways. That's great courage, and great toughness to come away from that. I don't know anypony who would even attempt that, much less survive it. But it looks like you took on a little more than you could handle."
>>145363
"Yes... Uh, I don't know ponies who work in the paper, but I know somepony who distributes the paper."
>>145337
If Waabishki had any reply, she doesn't make it before Petal makes a comment of her own
"You must be very careful about that talk here, It's very dangerous."
>>145482
She answers
“No... Still, it’s best to be careful, and don’t repeat any of that in public. You never know...”
She answers
“No... Still, it’s best to be careful, and don’t repeat any of that in public. You never know...”
>>145479
Iron took a deep breath at the question, only to stop and think about it as Cauldron took her time praising his efforts. It did cause him to puff his chest out slightly as he pondered, recovering some of his lost pride after his close defeat against Koptis.
Despite this, the native seemed a bit at a loss on what sort of help he'd really want. A spotter would be a no-brainer in order to see the hitsquads coming, but he didn't really recall anypony he's worked that had such a skillset. Maybe another set of hooves to fight alongside with? He didn't know other bruisers like he was, unless killing was on the table or he could convince some of the boxers in that underground fighting ring to fight with him.
Iron took a deep breath at the question, only to stop and think about it as Cauldron took her time praising his efforts. It did cause him to puff his chest out slightly as he pondered, recovering some of his lost pride after his close defeat against Koptis.
Despite this, the native seemed a bit at a loss on what sort of help he'd really want. A spotter would be a no-brainer in order to see the hitsquads coming, but he didn't really recall anypony he's worked that had such a skillset. Maybe another set of hooves to fight alongside with? He didn't know other bruisers like he was, unless killing was on the table or he could convince some of the boxers in that underground fighting ring to fight with him.
>>145486
"It's ready!"
Black Cauldron proclaims
>>145487
Waabishki stands up, and then after a moment, Ply Press goes forward to answer it
"Hello?"
He places the phone down to his side, and says to the other creatures in the room
"It's the hospital"
Waabishki, already standing up, rushes over
He continues talking into the phone
"Uh huh. Alright -"
After more words, he says
"Well, it's confirmed. Cancer, mesothelioma apparently. They want to do a treatment while he's here. Over night at least."
Waabishki's ears go down
>>145488
"Well.. There is a pony I know..."
"It's ready!"
Black Cauldron proclaims
>>145487
Waabishki stands up, and then after a moment, Ply Press goes forward to answer it
"Hello?"
He places the phone down to his side, and says to the other creatures in the room
"It's the hospital"
Waabishki, already standing up, rushes over
He continues talking into the phone
"Uh huh. Alright -"
After more words, he says
"Well, it's confirmed. Cancer, mesothelioma apparently. They want to do a treatment while he's here. Over night at least."
Waabishki's ears go down
>>145488
"Well.. There is a pony I know..."
>>145490
That got Iron's ears and to perk up considerably, akin to a dog conditioned to think food was on the plate when the bell rang, and was about to practically jump out of the couch only to be reminded of the midly stifling bugmare currently on top of him, causing him to look at Sands with a small, sheepish smile. "You do not mind if I go eat and then come back, right?" he promptly asked the unicorn.
That got Iron's ears and to perk up considerably, akin to a dog conditioned to think food was on the plate when the bell rang, and was about to practically jump out of the couch only to be reminded of the midly stifling bugmare currently on top of him, causing him to look at Sands with a small, sheepish smile. "You do not mind if I go eat and then come back, right?" he promptly asked the unicorn.
>>145491
Her eyes meet his, and seem to convey a particular laziness. After a moment, she answers “alright,” as if moving is a burden. She unfolds her legs from under her, and gets off of Iron, making it a bit easier to breath.
>>145492
The Doctor:
“Yes... I know those treatments. Well, sort of. It’ll be until the late morning at the very least.”
Her eyes meet his, and seem to convey a particular laziness. After a moment, she answers “alright,” as if moving is a burden. She unfolds her legs from under her, and gets off of Iron, making it a bit easier to breath.
>>145492
The Doctor:
“Yes... I know those treatments. Well, sort of. It’ll be until the late morning at the very least.”
>>145493
Finally free of Sands' fluffly prison, he soon gives her a quick hug her way before dashing off the couch and towards the prepared meal.
Finally free of Sands' fluffly prison, he soon gives her a quick hug her way before dashing off the couch and towards the prepared meal.
>>145498
Iron gingery yet carefully stomped the floor in applause, smiling brightly as he did it before leaning just enough for his face to be just in front of the delicious meal he had before. "Ooo~" he let out in awe. "It looks brand new."
Iron gingery yet carefully stomped the floor in applause, smiling brightly as he did it before leaning just enough for his face to be just in front of the delicious meal he had before. "Ooo~" he let out in awe. "It looks brand new."
>>145501
Iron blinked out of his food trance to lean back up to normal and turning to face Cauldron with a happy smile. "She's White Sands," he replied gingerly "a unicorn in need of help to establish herself in the concrete jungle after a tragic series of events I do not really know about."
Iron blinked out of his food trance to lean back up to normal and turning to face Cauldron with a happy smile. "She's White Sands," he replied gingerly "a unicorn in need of help to establish herself in the concrete jungle after a tragic series of events I do not really know about."
>>145503
Iron nodded, not sensing the disbelief in Cauldron's voice as he eagerly waited for the food to be ready.
Iron nodded, not sensing the disbelief in Cauldron's voice as he eagerly waited for the food to be ready.
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