/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>145411
>>145412
“Iron?” Black Cauldron says, frowning a bit

>>145412
>>145413
Odd, Iron thought to himself. Why would she be frowning right now...
"Yes?" he soon replied, displaying a content, relaxed smile of his own.

>>145414
“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.

>>145416
“No.” White Sands says without hesitation.

>>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.

>>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."

>>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?”

>>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.

>>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.

>>145421
“Well... I suppose, to be quick, there’s leftovers.”

>>145422
He blinks

“Who are you?”

>>145423
This caused Iron's to widen once again, now shocked to hear such a concept. "You have leftovers?" he asked out loud, curious.

>>145424
“I take some home from the restaraunt sometimes. When there is food leftover.”

>>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?"

>>145426
“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?"

>>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.

>>145428
“Heh. By heating it on the stove.”

>>145429
He pauses for a moment, and then answers,
“I’m Sunnyside Meadows. Nice to meet you. Red Scabbard is just down the hall and around the corner. Second office on the right, I think.”

>>145430
"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.

>>145431
“What?” This takes her a moment, and then she laughs.
“No. A stove, for cooking.”

>>145432
He looks back at Amber, finding the interaction odd, but has nothing more to say to her.

Amber has to go back around, sneaking past the bat, and possibly also risking being seen at the T section.

>>145433
She does so, though she looks to make sure nopony is looking at the T section first.
Move silently: [1d20+3 = 19]

>>145434
Amber slips right past the first bat quickly.

>>145433
"...is it a fire?" Iron guessed, not too sure what to picture when somepony cooked stuff.

>>145435
Now for the second part:
[1d20+3 = 21]

>>145437
Opposed
[1d20+5 = 8]

>>145436
“Sure” she says, smiling
“Let me hear something for you.”

>>145437
>>145438
Amber slips past the second bat, who is still listening to recordings.

>>145438
Iron excitedly nodded, eagerly anticipating how these magical leftovers would taste. "Please do," he agreed wholeheartedly.

>>145439
Amber breathes a quiet sigh of relief. Has she made it yet or will her luck run out?

>>145441
Turning the corner, she sees a red Pegasus heading down the hallway, coming her direction.

>>145440
Wordlessly, Black Cauldron turns on a stove in the attacked kitchen, while White Sands continues laying atop her prize.

>>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.

>>145442
Does he have a black mane and Baltimare police uniform?

>>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.

>>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.

>>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?"

>>145446
Pic so very much related.

The stallion looks over to Amber confused, then goes to the right and pulls out a key, starting to unlock a door.

>>145447
“Uh, well it burns, let me say that.”

>>145448
"Oooh..." Iron cooed in amazement, mesmerized by Cauldron's actions to heat up leftovers.

>>145448
Her right or his right? Also, how many doors are between this door and the intersection?

>>145449
With nog much sound of fanfare, an item is removed from a box and placed into an open metal cylinder. Black Cauldron moves out of the kitchen and back towards the bedroom, looking back at Iroj and White Sands as she moves.

>>145450
It appears to indeed be the second door on Amber’s right

>>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?"

>>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.

>>145452
He turns around and pauses, looking at her, then looking over his shoulder, and then back to her.

“Yes. Are you the kid?”

>>145453
She seems a bit uncertain, as best as he can tell. She removes a jacket and goes into her room, coming out after maybe a minute.

>>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.

>>145455
“Give it over now, There is less time than we thought. Much less.”

>>145456
When she comes back over, she starts speaking to Iron, looking away.

“So... You know the mess you’re in. How will you handle it?”

>>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.

>>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."

>>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.”

>>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.