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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>>145188
"Sure. Now." The colt stands up, having some pain on his bandaged chest, and needing to reposition his injured right, hind leg.
>>145183
>>145122
Stalwart raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head.
But past him, at the entryway, the door opens.
Amber is no longer the most interesting pony in the room
"Sure. Now." The colt stands up, having some pain on his bandaged chest, and needing to reposition his injured right, hind leg.
>>145183
>>145122
Stalwart raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head.
But past him, at the entryway, the door opens.
Amber is no longer the most interesting pony in the room
>>145192
He can't move his head all the way down to his chest. But he tries to look down.
"Well... maybe you're right."
He can't move his head all the way down to his chest. But he tries to look down.
"Well... maybe you're right."
>>145189
Amber gets back up on her hooves and tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible, looking to see what changed.
Amber gets back up on her hooves and tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible, looking to see what changed.
>>145194
Two ponies enter. One, a stallion. Earth pony? Hard to tell at this angle. Olive green, wearing a black jacket. A smaller mare behind her. Scrawny, kind of greyish-lavender coloring, with thin webbed wings. She wears the same jacket, and stays behind.
Stalwart turns around to face them, as does Trakr
>>145195
Clip slowly follows after Silver
Two ponies enter. One, a stallion. Earth pony? Hard to tell at this angle. Olive green, wearing a black jacket. A smaller mare behind her. Scrawny, kind of greyish-lavender coloring, with thin webbed wings. She wears the same jacket, and stays behind.
Stalwart turns around to face them, as does Trakr
>>145195
Clip slowly follows after Silver
>>145196
Amber slowly backs away toward the main hallway, but stays close enough to hear what they might say.
Amber slowly backs away toward the main hallway, but stays close enough to hear what they might say.
>>145197
The stallion announces,
"This is Officer Swift Soul of the Order Police of the State Security Administration. We have reason to believe that your office has information that can help us in our investigation."
It's Stalwart who volunteers an answer. It's only him, Trakr, the mare, and Amber anyways.
"Investigation into what, precisely? Do you handle actual crime now?"
"Investigation into collaboration between criminal syndicates and foreign hostile actors to commit acts of terrorism against the State and populous."
Stalwart and Trakr move forward to meet the Swift Soul, who himself moves further into the room. The mare at the doorway remains still. Her slit eyes are fixed on Amber.
The stallion announces,
"This is Officer Swift Soul of the Order Police of the State Security Administration. We have reason to believe that your office has information that can help us in our investigation."
It's Stalwart who volunteers an answer. It's only him, Trakr, the mare, and Amber anyways.
"Investigation into what, precisely? Do you handle actual crime now?"
"Investigation into collaboration between criminal syndicates and foreign hostile actors to commit acts of terrorism against the State and populous."
Stalwart and Trakr move forward to meet the Swift Soul, who himself moves further into the room. The mare at the doorway remains still. Her slit eyes are fixed on Amber.
>>145198
Her mouth gapes open. Wait, these are different police? That's awfully confusing! Wait...these are the occupiers. She freezes in her tracks, feeling a sudden chill as the batpony stares at her. Could it be the same one from the store? Their muted colors makes it hard to tell them apart!
Her mouth gapes open. Wait, these are different police? That's awfully confusing! Wait...these are the occupiers. She freezes in her tracks, feeling a sudden chill as the batpony stares at her. Could it be the same one from the store? Their muted colors makes it hard to tell them apart!
>>145196
"After we return home, you really need to rest. I know of a superb potion maker named Black Cauldron, maybe I can get potions to help cut down on pain and help to heal from her."
"After we return home, you really need to rest. I know of a superb potion maker named Black Cauldron, maybe I can get potions to help cut down on pain and help to heal from her."
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>>145208
As if on cue Oh, you think you're the only one who can derail and obstruct other people's threads with unwarranted drama?
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As if on cue Oh, you think you're the only one who can derail and obstruct other people's threads with unwarranted drama?
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>>145170
The mane is messier and rougher than when they left in the morning, full of more knots, and drizzled by salt water air. Yet under the ruffled surface, it still feels like fine silk, with a hint of peach smell.
Iron’s body now contacts her long, sleek back and it’s fuzzy fur, the full length of her body pressing against a significant length of his.
Her hoof touches his
The mane is messier and rougher than when they left in the morning, full of more knots, and drizzled by salt water air. Yet under the ruffled surface, it still feels like fine silk, with a hint of peach smell.
Iron’s body now contacts her long, sleek back and it’s fuzzy fur, the full length of her body pressing against a significant length of his.
Her hoof touches his
>>145205
“Well I had a couple potions when they brought me into the hospital.” He looks down at his chest. “But uh.z yeah. Potions are good. Let’s do that.”
“Well I had a couple potions when they brought me into the hospital.” He looks down at his chest. “But uh.z yeah. Potions are good. Let’s do that.”
>>145230
Silver looks for a taxi in the neighborhood with Clip, despite how uncommon they are in this particular area.
Silver looks for a taxi in the neighborhood with Clip, despite how uncommon they are in this particular area.
>>145234
“Yes. A terror, and source of much chaos from the beginning of the earth. Fortunately he is no more, at least in physical form.”
“Yes. A terror, and source of much chaos from the beginning of the earth. Fortunately he is no more, at least in physical form.”
>>145233
As usual, it’s a while before the first taxi passes, and that one continues driving. But the second one answers and pulls over.
As usual, it’s a while before the first taxi passes, and that one continues driving. But the second one answers and pulls over.
>>145238
"Well, I am just curious. Did the serpent do anything in particular that you might say was strange?"
"Well, I am just curious. Did the serpent do anything in particular that you might say was strange?"
>>145236
When the pair get in, Silver decides to take a chance on whether there will be protesters today.
"To city hall, please."
When the pair get in, Silver decides to take a chance on whether there will be protesters today.
"To city hall, please."
>>145244
“Well, there’s a legend about it. About the slaying. And many other legends. That is, if you wish to hear it.”
“Well, there’s a legend about it. About the slaying. And many other legends. That is, if you wish to hear it.”
>>145246
There is indeed a healthy array of protestors with varied signs outside of city hall. In fact, they occupy much of the square before the city hall, with a few uniformed soldiers taking position along the roads around the square.
Signs vary from “down with the occupation,” “death to collaborators,” “no pedophiles in government,” “no more weapons of war,” “reinstate CAN,” “Peace, Bread and Land,” and “support our brothers and sisters in Manehattan”
There is indeed a healthy array of protestors with varied signs outside of city hall. In fact, they occupy much of the square before the city hall, with a few uniformed soldiers taking position along the roads around the square.
Signs vary from “down with the occupation,” “death to collaborators,” “no pedophiles in government,” “no more weapons of war,” “reinstate CAN,” “Peace, Bread and Land,” and “support our brothers and sisters in Manehattan”
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>>145248
“Well...” she looks around, sits down, wraps her tail around herself, and wriggles both ears while smiling.
“I suppose I recall the story. Alright.”
The others in the room - Petal, Ply Press, the Doctor, and Makade, dong explicitly cease their own conversations to hear Waabishki speak. But they do not continue them either, and the room is left in silence as she behind her story:
“One day, after a long and troubled journey, Nanabush returned home to find his cousin missing. Calling his cousin’s name and looking around, he was horrified to see the slithering tracks of the Great Horned Serpent, and knew his cousin had been seized. He picked up his bow and crossed rivers and mountains pursuing the trail, which lead him finally to the shores of a dark and gloomy lake the Lake of Demons. Through the troubled waters Nanabush could see the home of the Horned Serpent, and the terrible, evil spirits who served the Serpent. At the center of the mass of evil spirits was the Horned Serpent himself, coiled around the dead body of Nanabush’s cousin. His eyes were a malign, glowing red, his head the color of blood, and his scales every shade. Nanabush resolved he would get revenge upon the Great Serpent.
He ordered the clouds to clear, the winds to be still, and the sun to shine upon the water with all its brightness. In this way he would boil the water and force the serpent to the shore to cool off, where he would set up the next stage of his trap. Taking his bow and arrow, he set up next to a clearing by the lake where he expected the serpent would lay, disguising himself as the broken stump of a withered tree. The sun shone down from the cloudless sky, and under the stilled winds and stagnant air the lake became troubled with bubble and foam. A serpent peeped his head above the water, then another. Not hearing Nanabush’s footsteps, they agreed Nanabush must be sleeping, returning to the lake with a hiss. The water boiled and waves crashes against the shores, until the Great Horned Serpent rose out of the water - his crest glistening, and his scales blinding, reflecting the light like a sleet covered forest under the winter sun. He made his way to the shore, followed by demonic serpents that soon covered every part of the shore.
The serpents knew Nanabush was cunning. They saw the withered stump, and suspected it could be one of Nanabush’s disguises. A serpent wrapped its tail around the stump to drag it into the lake. It’s tail pricked Nanabush’s sides, and he could barely refrain from crying out in pain. But he held firm and kept silent. The serpent moved on. The Great Serpent moved into the forest, wrapping his body around trees, and his many companions likewise found shade, save for a live sentry, who listened for the pawsteps of Nanabush.
Yet Nanabush was patient, waiting until all of the serpents were asleep, and the sentry looked another direction. In silence, Nanabush carefully pulled an arrow from his quiver, drew his bow, and aimed it right at the heart of the Great Serpent.”
Waabishki acts out the scene, sitting in her hind quarter, and miming the act of pulling an arrow and drawing a bow, closing an eye as if to look down the arrow. She shifts the two toes of her paw, and says,
“The arrow found its mark. The monster awoke with a cry that shook the mountains and startled the beasts sleeping in their caves. The Great Horned Serpent plunged into the lake, followed by its companions, who howled with terror and anger. At the bottom of the lake still lay the body of Nanabush’s cousin. The serpents tore it to pieces, and those pieces toss to the top of the water. The Great Serpent knew he wound die soon, but he, and all his minions, would destroy Nanabush. With the pounding of their tails they caused the waters to swell and rise, crashing against the shore with the sound of thunder. The waters flooded over the land, carrying rocks and trees, and on the crest of the highest wave rode the wounded Great Horned Serpent.
Nanabush fled. He thought of his pups. So he ran through the villages, shouting that they must flee to the mountains, as the Great Horned Serpent and his flood would soon be upon them. The wolves gathered up their pups and fled to the mountains, while Nanabush continued his flight, past the foothills, far north of Gitche Gumee, and to the northern mountain where he found many wolves, creatures, and animals taking refuge. Yet the waters continued to rise, covering the valleys, the plains, the low hills, and the mountains, until only the high northern mountain remained above water. So he gathered timber, and built a raft upon which the creatures and animals placed themselves. The high mountain too soon flooded, and they were left alone upon the water, floating for many days.
But the waters subsided, and the mountains, then the hills, the plains and the valleys appeared through the water. And when it was all gone they knew that their troubles were over, for the Great Horned Serpent was dead; his body sealed away under the waters. His minions fled back to the bottom of the lake, where they remain to this day for fear of Nanabush.”
She leaves the room in silence for some moment, looking out at the other creatures.
“Well...” she looks around, sits down, wraps her tail around herself, and wriggles both ears while smiling.
“I suppose I recall the story. Alright.”
The others in the room - Petal, Ply Press, the Doctor, and Makade, dong explicitly cease their own conversations to hear Waabishki speak. But they do not continue them either, and the room is left in silence as she behind her story:
“One day, after a long and troubled journey, Nanabush returned home to find his cousin missing. Calling his cousin’s name and looking around, he was horrified to see the slithering tracks of the Great Horned Serpent, and knew his cousin had been seized. He picked up his bow and crossed rivers and mountains pursuing the trail, which lead him finally to the shores of a dark and gloomy lake the Lake of Demons. Through the troubled waters Nanabush could see the home of the Horned Serpent, and the terrible, evil spirits who served the Serpent. At the center of the mass of evil spirits was the Horned Serpent himself, coiled around the dead body of Nanabush’s cousin. His eyes were a malign, glowing red, his head the color of blood, and his scales every shade. Nanabush resolved he would get revenge upon the Great Serpent.
He ordered the clouds to clear, the winds to be still, and the sun to shine upon the water with all its brightness. In this way he would boil the water and force the serpent to the shore to cool off, where he would set up the next stage of his trap. Taking his bow and arrow, he set up next to a clearing by the lake where he expected the serpent would lay, disguising himself as the broken stump of a withered tree. The sun shone down from the cloudless sky, and under the stilled winds and stagnant air the lake became troubled with bubble and foam. A serpent peeped his head above the water, then another. Not hearing Nanabush’s footsteps, they agreed Nanabush must be sleeping, returning to the lake with a hiss. The water boiled and waves crashes against the shores, until the Great Horned Serpent rose out of the water - his crest glistening, and his scales blinding, reflecting the light like a sleet covered forest under the winter sun. He made his way to the shore, followed by demonic serpents that soon covered every part of the shore.
The serpents knew Nanabush was cunning. They saw the withered stump, and suspected it could be one of Nanabush’s disguises. A serpent wrapped its tail around the stump to drag it into the lake. It’s tail pricked Nanabush’s sides, and he could barely refrain from crying out in pain. But he held firm and kept silent. The serpent moved on. The Great Serpent moved into the forest, wrapping his body around trees, and his many companions likewise found shade, save for a live sentry, who listened for the pawsteps of Nanabush.
Yet Nanabush was patient, waiting until all of the serpents were asleep, and the sentry looked another direction. In silence, Nanabush carefully pulled an arrow from his quiver, drew his bow, and aimed it right at the heart of the Great Serpent.”
Waabishki acts out the scene, sitting in her hind quarter, and miming the act of pulling an arrow and drawing a bow, closing an eye as if to look down the arrow. She shifts the two toes of her paw, and says,
“The arrow found its mark. The monster awoke with a cry that shook the mountains and startled the beasts sleeping in their caves. The Great Horned Serpent plunged into the lake, followed by its companions, who howled with terror and anger. At the bottom of the lake still lay the body of Nanabush’s cousin. The serpents tore it to pieces, and those pieces toss to the top of the water. The Great Serpent knew he wound die soon, but he, and all his minions, would destroy Nanabush. With the pounding of their tails they caused the waters to swell and rise, crashing against the shore with the sound of thunder. The waters flooded over the land, carrying rocks and trees, and on the crest of the highest wave rode the wounded Great Horned Serpent.
Nanabush fled. He thought of his pups. So he ran through the villages, shouting that they must flee to the mountains, as the Great Horned Serpent and his flood would soon be upon them. The wolves gathered up their pups and fled to the mountains, while Nanabush continued his flight, past the foothills, far north of Gitche Gumee, and to the northern mountain where he found many wolves, creatures, and animals taking refuge. Yet the waters continued to rise, covering the valleys, the plains, the low hills, and the mountains, until only the high northern mountain remained above water. So he gathered timber, and built a raft upon which the creatures and animals placed themselves. The high mountain too soon flooded, and they were left alone upon the water, floating for many days.
But the waters subsided, and the mountains, then the hills, the plains and the valleys appeared through the water. And when it was all gone they knew that their troubles were over, for the Great Horned Serpent was dead; his body sealed away under the waters. His minions fled back to the bottom of the lake, where they remain to this day for fear of Nanabush.”
She leaves the room in silence for some moment, looking out at the other creatures.
>>145251
The Doctor remarks to himself.
“Pretty sure Celestia controls the sun and the pegasi the wind.”
But Waabishki does not seem to hear if, smiling with pride.
“Yes, he is very important to our people, and such stories are an important part of our culture, passed down orally from generation to generation.”
The Doctor remarks to himself.
“Pretty sure Celestia controls the sun and the pegasi the wind.”
But Waabishki does not seem to hear if, smiling with pride.
“Yes, he is very important to our people, and such stories are an important part of our culture, passed down orally from generation to generation.”
>>145253
“Nanabush would have many more adventures, yes, though he mourned the loss of his cousin. The world has not flooded, nor is it troubled by the Great Horned Serpent’s physical presence, sealed away in the lake. Yet the spirit of the serpent troubles us still, and the demons must be threatened into staying away. That is why the Thunderbird must take flight every year. To do battle with the encroachment of corruption and discord.”
“Nanabush would have many more adventures, yes, though he mourned the loss of his cousin. The world has not flooded, nor is it troubled by the Great Horned Serpent’s physical presence, sealed away in the lake. Yet the spirit of the serpent troubles us still, and the demons must be threatened into staying away. That is why the Thunderbird must take flight every year. To do battle with the encroachment of corruption and discord.”
>>145255
“Nanabush knew the demons still posed a threat. He knew he could not be everywhere forever to protect the Ma’iignan from the spirits. That is why he created the Thunderbirds. One for each direction, North, South, and West. They are large, creatures with spiritual powers who protect the Ma’iignan from the underwater spirits, and who punish those who transgress too far. He endowed them with his power to create storms and lightning, and move the winds.”
“Nanabush knew the demons still posed a threat. He knew he could not be everywhere forever to protect the Ma’iignan from the spirits. That is why he created the Thunderbirds. One for each direction, North, South, and West. They are large, creatures with spiritual powers who protect the Ma’iignan from the underwater spirits, and who punish those who transgress too far. He endowed them with his power to create storms and lightning, and move the winds.”
>>145257
"How did he create them? Was it his own magic, or did he have artifacts that gave him more power?"
"How did he create them? Was it his own magic, or did he have artifacts that gave him more power?"
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