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Occupied Equestria - Back to the Forest
Anonymous
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No.151000
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Virgin Flame arrives in Baltimare and makes her aqua intense with the staff of a Cathedral there. Spark goes back to Blackwood, helping a rebel and several wolves. Iron takes a train off to the mountains where there is said to be treasure. Silver is pleasantly surprised to wake up to the world-not-ending. Dark Star goes home for the night, disturbed by the forces corrupting the youth, and left to contemplate his role in stopping it.
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Anonymous
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No.151700
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>>151699
Her beak slowly curls back
"What is it?"
Anonymous
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No.151707
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>>151684
>>151686
Amber makes her way down the stairs, through the marble hallway, into the lobby, past the brass-lined doors, and onto the road. Sometimes ponies lope past in twos and threes. Sometimes wearing blue, sometimes green, sometimes black, and sometimes grey. And sometimes, she is all alone, trotting through a hallway with half of the lights on, and half off. Outside, the moon and stars are gone, and large raindrops fall sporadically. The wind blows much colder than before. The same armored car, and the same few soldiers are there as before, with a flood light on. One soldier wraps a blanket around himself. None pay any attention to the small, well-wrapped mustard-filly.
Shimmering Spark
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No.151708
>>151680
“Yes. Somepony just swooped by and took everything.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151709
151781
>>151700
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Anonymous
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No.151710
151711
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>>151707
Her heart races as she makes it outside without further incident. She briefly looks back at those soldiers, once protective, now persecutory if they knew what she hid under her dress. She keeps walking steadily onwards, shuddering as the car's light pans over her briefly.

Once she is well out of the scene and the adrenaline fades from her body, a wave of exhaustion overtakes her. It could be closer to dawn than it is to midnight, and part of her yearns to go straight home and get some well-deserved rest. However, holding onto those papers for any longer than necessary makes her uneasy, so she blearily trots in the direction of the nightclub, not really looking where she's headed.
Anonymous
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No.151711
151713
>>151710
It's a straight walk up Traveller Street, and then a few blocks westward to the nightclub. Let us only hope Amber recalls the exact number of blocks.

There are fewer lights on in the buildings, and fewer ponies to be seen. The rain and the absence of the moonlight makes the walk a bit different than before. Amber is up perhaps a block and a half when a police automobile pulls over near her. It's driver leans over to roll the window down. He seems to be a darker grey earth pony stallion of slightly above middle age, and he says to Amber

"Where are you headed, little pony?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151713
151714
>>151711
As she's approached, Amber thinks to herself, I'm not a bad pony, I have nothing to fear, and it's probably for the better they're here in a neighborhood like this.

She comes up with an explanation somewhat close to the truth, that she agreed to meet her "coltfriend" at the nightclub, giving its name. Although she got caught up in something and had to set out very late, she hopes she can still find him there. The number of blocks is a bit foggy so she asks for directions.
Anonymous
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No.151714
151715
>>151713
"Oh, that place? Well that's a night club. It's about a mile away. Would you like a ride? I can't imagine you'd want to walk all that distance by yourself in the rain."
Amber Sunset
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No.151715
151716
>>151714
Amber is tired, still a little jittery, getting a bit damp, and she doesn't like being in this strange neighborhood at night, so she accepts and thanks the officer.
Anonymous
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No.151716
151717
>>151715
Just open the passenger side door, enter, and probably roll the window up. The officer takes the car out of park and puts it in gear, driving straight down Traveller street. He's definitely just a little on the older side. He turns occasionally to make small talk to Amber:

"You're going to meet your coltfriend? Well that's sweet. I remember having to stay over night in a cold train station with my special somepony way back in the day. So what's his name?"

And
"How long have you been together?'

And
"Where did you meet?"

And those sorts of little questions as he pries curiously..
Amber Sunset
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No.151717
151718
>>151716
Wasn't it customary in the 40's for patrol cars to have two policemen? Think "Car 54, Where Are You?"

"His name is Mustard Trim, and we met just a couple of days ago because we work in the same restaurant, a purty fine establishment. He looks a bit like me, as you might guess. I work as a hostess and he's a waiter and we got off work late today, but we decided we might meet there to enjoy a dance."

Her answers are short but friendly, and she fondly recalls to herself the dance they enjoyed before that stressful assignment.
Anonymous
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No.151718
151719
>>151717
I don't think it's a 40's thing, but it's definitely a common thing to have two officers rather than one. As BPD probably had half of their officers volunteer or get drafted into the war, and then many quit once the police became part of what was effectively a collaborationist government, it isn't entirely unlikely they'd send some vehicles out with one officer.

"Oh, that's really sweet! Reminds me of when I met my Sunday . I was late coming home from school that day, haha. And I invited her to the dance-"
He goes on like this.

The ride is short, maybe four minutes if even that. The officer tells Amber
"Now be careful around here. There are a lot of bad folk around these kind of establishments at night. And the ponies who run them ain't always the best folk either. Enjoy your dance, but I wouldn't stay too long and too late if I were you."
Amber Sunset
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No.151719
151720
>>151718
I can see that. Not specifically 40's but generally up to recent times. Nowadays cop cars have one officer with a computer setup in the right seat. Woah, technology!

"I understand, mister. I'll be headed off in not too long." She thanks him sincerely and waves him off.
Anonymous
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No.151720
151721
>>151719
"Be careful now." He raises a hoof in a wave, and drives off.

Amber does not have to look far for Dark Denizen - not at all.

To the right of the revolving door front entrance are Dark Denizen, and to her left, the diamond dog, with the latter holding a sledge hammer. The wall is significantly damaged, with bricks lying on the ground, and wood and bricks dislodged in a rectangular section next to the door.

"A few more hits" Dark Denizen says, staring at the wall. A light outside the door provides some illumination.

"Make sure it's up to regulation."
She is standing just outside of an awning, and is exposed to the rain. Her back is fairly wet, and water drips off of the thumb of her left wing. The diamond dog, who is just barely within the awning, is mostly dry.

The diamond dog pulls the sledge hammer back, and makes a swing, knocking two bricks loose. A pair of stallions leaving the night club turn around, look back at the scene, and then walk away in the opposite direction.

Neither seems to have noticed Amber or the car.
Amber Sunset
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No.151721
151722
>>151720
Amber grimaces at the scene, bemused as to why anyone would be doing renovation like this at night. She walks up slowly. "Um, Ms. Denizen?" she asks, her voice practically squeaking.
Anonymous
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No.151722
151723
>>151721
Her head swiftly turns, and she glares at Amber.
"Oh. You. Do you have it?"
She turns her whole body more fully towards Amber, and the Diamond Dog places the hammer in a resting position.
Amber Sunset
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No.151723
151724
>>151722
Amber nods feverishly. "Yes, I do." She repositions herself under the awning to not get the papers wet, then with her mouth undoes a couple of front buttons and fishes out the document.
Anonymous
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No.151724
151725
>>151723
Her entire expression changes as her cat-like eyes become wide, and she looks down, focusing on the papers. Her mouth hangs slightly open, exposing her fangs.
"I see. Let's go back to my office." She turns to the Diamond Dog, and points a hoof

"Keep it up. If that cocksucker comes by in the morning thinking he can write us a citation, show him a 'regulation' door. Someone's got to tell me what his face looks like"

She starts moving towards the revolving door, and she motions with her wing for Amber to follow
"I might even stay up late enough to see it myself."
Amber Sunset
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No.151725
151726
>>151724
She tucks the papers away safely and follows the owner, feeling awfully conspicuous behind the no-nonsense mare. Once she enters the building she looks back and wonders, Are they really breaking a hole through the wall? This thought is a nice break away from the apprehension of entering her office again.
Anonymous
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No.151726
151727
>>151725
Perhaps Amber enters with a delay behind her to make the association less obvious. Dance music plays, evidently from a phonograph. If she looks to her left, Amber can see the griffin viol player packing up on stage. Looking to her right at the wall next to the revolving door, Amber can see that yes, they are indeed breaking a hole into the wall at 2 AM on a Saturday morning when it is raining, and during business hours. There are flecks of paint and wood on the ground, and the wall on the inside is pretty badly damaged. A waiter speaks and nods to a male not far away from the hole, and it seems he is a concerned customer.

Dark Denizen continues forward, back to the hallway, and back to her office.
Amber Sunset
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No.151727
151728
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>>151726
Amber notices that although the gramophone is playing pleasant music, a mere recording lacks the charm and energy of the viol player's playing. He spent the last couple of hours doing what he loved, she thinks to herself. She looks back at Denizen and then back to the viol player. I'd hate to keep her waiting, but it's not like I'm leaving the building, and this is the last chance I'll get tonight to talk to him.

She trots up to the musician and greets him politely, smiling broadly.
Anonymous
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No.151728
151729
>>151727
As the walkway around the dance floor is rather large, this takes a moment.

Amber approaches the area just below the stage, where the griffin is picking up his case. He is rather old with grey feathers the color of rain-laden clouds, though something about his appearance implies there were either much brighter, or much darker when he was young. He turns his head to look at her with milky blue eyes.

"Huh?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151729
151730
>>151728
"I heard your music earlier this evening and it was unforgettably beautiful. I haven't heard such melodies in a long time, so I wanted to meet you. You're wonderfully talented."
Anonymous
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No.151730
151731
>>151729
He looks at her with a plain, or even hardened expression, and blinks his eyes. Small twitches and movements imply age has been unkind to him.

"Danke, uh, thank you" he says, after what seems to have been a deliberate delay. He speaks very slowly, seriously, and with an atrocious accent:

"I play the... klang and the melodie given to me with the biggest respect, as you should all music."
Amber Sunset
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No.151731
151732
>>151730
She nods in response. "Oh yes, I could sense that. I play the mandolin but I'm still practicing. I'm nowhere near good enough to play in public though." She continues, "Have you dedicated your whole life to music?"
Anonymous
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No.151732
151733
>>151731
"My life and more" He replies, looking to the side for a moment, and then locking his eyes back on Amber

"To play for a crowd" he shakes his head "That is not the sign of love of music. To play for a crowd is to make money and to pay rent." He pauses again

"Practice more. Practice in the night. Practice, and the Bragi may bless you."
Amber Sunset
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No.151733
151734
>>151732
She pays heed to his words. "Thank you, mister.
It was a pleasure to get to meet you."
She pauses, in case the old gryphon has anything more to say.
Anonymous
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No.151734
>>151733
He does not say anything to her. He looks away, wearing an expression of uncertainty, or perhaps sadness, and picks up the case, trying to hold it over his shoulder.
Amber Sunset
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No.151735
151736
Despite her respect for this skilled musician, his demeanor gives her second thoughts. Is this really the result of wholehearted devotion to music, a melancholic life ending in playing to a gruff audience just to get by? Playing nightly at a club would be alright as a stepping stone of a career, but that dismal reality being all that awaits at a summit is not what she hopes for.

Her mind less at ease than it was before, she trudges to Dark Denizen's office.
Anonymous
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No.151736
151737
>>151735
Amber doesn't make it far before a waitress approaches her
"Huh. He doesn't normally talk to ponies." And after a pause

"Get back here. Denizen is impatient. She's in a bad mood because of the fire regulations."

She trots very quickly, leading Amber back to the office. When Amber enters, Denizen, standing up next to her desk rather than behind it says,

"Did you get lost on the way to my office? Where is it?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151737
151738
>>151736
Amber blinks. "No, ma'am. I have it right here." She nervously approaches the desk, digs up the documents like before, and leans over the desk to deposit them. She then retreats backwards and waits for her reaction.
Anonymous
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No.151738
151739
>>151737
She reaches out her hoof, then quickly withdraws it to wipe her hoof off on a cloth. She again extends her hoof, takes the envelopes, and looks into them, going through the documents one by one, looking at them intently.
Amber Sunset
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No.151739
151740
>>151738
The young orange mare bites her lip in worry. What if he had picked out the wrong papers when he gave them to her? What if something is missing? What if there is something in there she doesn't like?
Anonymous
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No.151740
151741 151743
>>151739
She stops suddenly, and raises her eyes to Amber
"Was there anything else?" She asks
Amber Sunset
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No.151741
151742
>>151740
It's been a while. Was there?
Anonymous
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No.151742
>>151741
I don't believe that anything was drawn to Amber's attention. She should have just the two sets which she carried in her jacket
Amber Sunset
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No.151743
151744
>>151740
"No, ma'am! That was all Mr. Scabbard gave me and he told me to bring them to you."
Anonymous
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No.151744
151745
>>151743
She looks down, presses a set of something into an envelop, slides an image out of the other one, stares at it, and then slams it back in.

"Then it is done." She says
Amber Sunset
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No.151745
151746
>>151744
She breathes a sigh of relief. "You probably want your gun back, too," she says. She makes no move to pull out the weapon, in case her guards might get alarmed.
Anonymous
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No.151746
151747
>>151745
I think Amber abandoned that

Dark Denizen simply looks up curiously
Amber Sunset
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No.151747
151748
>>151746
I have a terrible memory and I haven't been keeping proper notes this quest, so unfortunately I don't know. She may have been searched when entering the police station, in which case she didn't have it on her. Wait, did she leave it by a dumpster somewhere?
Anonymous
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No.151748
>>151747
I distinctly remember this post >>145039 →, and this post is where Amber actually lost possession >>144983 →
Amber Sunset
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No.151749
151750
Thank you, now I remember!
Amber clarifies, "I gave the gun as 'evidence' to be let in, and I was allowed onto the second floor. I told them I found it by a dumpster near Hoebuck."
Anonymous
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No.151750
151751
>>151749
"Hoebuck? Where Customs killed all of those griffins?"
She curls her nostrils

"Finally they've done something useful. Anyways, hopefully they'll believe that. I would have preferred to have the gun back, but no one ever thought we'd be out of this situation for free. That was quick thinking, I suppose. Anyways, Did they suspect anything?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151751
151752
>>151750
She shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. Hanging around long enough to get the papers was a little suspicious, but Scabbard knows how to talk his way out of a situation. I had to pretend to be his fillyfriend." She scrunches when she says that last sentence.
Anonymous
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No.151752
151753
>>151751
"Heheh" She laughs at Amber's misfortune

"That sounds like him. I'll tell him you're too young for him. He'll be coming for his payment soon enough, I am sure."

"Let us hope that was all of the relevant information. And that nothing finds its way back to you, or to us. This could grow to become very much out of hoof. You should hope you never understand just what is at stake here."
Amber Sunset
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No.151753
151754
>>151752
"I'd prefer to stay ignorant about all this," she says, frowning. "I don't think I'll get in trouble, at least I hope not. I didn't come to Baltimare to end up in the hooscow."
Anonymous
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No.151754
151755
>>151753
"The what now?" She says to Amber's last word. She pauses for a moment, then laughs.

She leans forward, moves a hoof across over the table, and invades Amber's personal space in a way she hasn't experienced in almost half an hour. She ruffle's Amber's mane

"You'll be fine. If anything, you've done well for your first night, little country filly."
Amber Sunset
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No.151755
151756
>>151754
She's not sure if she wants to work for this mare again, but she managed to get out uninjured and is not an outlaw...yet. Still, she's ill at ease and shows it.
Anonymous
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No.151756
151757
>>151755
Dark Denizen either never notices Amber's ill ease, or (more likely) doesn't care. She is still giggly, which if anything is a refreshing change from literally knocking down her own building with a sledge hammer.

"I suppose... I'll have your debt erased."
Amber Sunset
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No.151757
151758
>>151756
"You can do that?" she asks, blinking. She thinks for a moment, and continues, "You know about it?"
Anonymous
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No.151758
151759
>>151757
She tilts her head down slight, and forms a small, almost malign grin

"You didn't think we looked into who you are before approaching you?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151759
151760
>>151758
Amber retracts with a pensive look on her face. "I suppose you would, but I didn't think it would be possible with me hardly knowing anypony around...." She gets the sense it would be a bad idea to get this lady mad at any point, as it would be hard to hide.
Anonymous
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No.151760
151761
>>151759
"I just know what I was told, and that is that a filly with the same name as you, and the same adorable expression and coat, borrowed some money from someone else a few days ago. We can have that debt erased. I sort of assumed that was why you were here."
Amber Sunset
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No.151761
151762
>>151760
She nods. "It's been weighing on my mind for some time, and even with two jobs it'll take a while to pay it all.
Anonymous
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No.151762
151763
>>151761
"You will be released from that. Who will eat the cost, we will figure out later, but you will be released. And to keep silent about all you have seen here, all you have done here, perhaps another 200 bits."
Amber Sunset
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No.151763
151764
>>151762
For the first time since she has entered the office, she smiles at this news. She feels a nagging at the back of her mind about how this is illicit money and she shouldn't accept it.. It's just a piece of paper, I wasn't hurting anypony. Plus, I won't have such a rocky start to life here.

"Thank you, ma'am."
Anonymous
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No.151764
151765
>>151763
She opens a drawer, and pulls out notes. The mare scrunches, and Amber can see why. All of the currency produced is of the red paper money that High Sewn disfavored at the store.

She counts out some amount, and tenders it to Amber by pushing it across the desk.

"Again. Do not. Go telling ponies, even those you trust, about what you've done and seen tonight."
Amber Sunset
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No.151765
151766
>>151764
Amber stares at the bills. They're not shiny gold, but they still say bits on them, so why are ponies unhappy with them? As soon as Denizen's hoof leaves the table Amber picks up the cash and slowly stows it away.

"You needn't worry about that, ma'am. I know how to be confidential," she says with a nervous smile.
Anonymous
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No.151766
151767
>>151765
She watches as Amber takes the bills.

"Very well" she says
Amber Sunset
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No.151767
151768
>>151766
Amber looks at the thestral. "Thank you. Is there anything else?"
Anonymous
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No.151768
151769
>>151767
“Oh, yes. One of the waitresses said this was left for you.”
She pushes over a piece of paper with writing on it
Amber Sunset
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No.151769
151770
>>151768
She picks up the piece of paper and starts reading it intently....
Anonymous
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No.151770
151771
>>151769
"Sorry I had to leave. Had a great time with you tonight. Hope to do it again. You can contact me at 410-0837, or at 1110 Summervale.

- Mustard Trim"
Amber Sunset
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No.151771
151772
>>151770
Poor feller. His ma will probably whoop him for being out so late, all because he just wanted to make sure I was okay. It's nice that I know how to reach him now, maybe we can meet when it's not so inconvenient.

She smiles gently. "Please thank her for me. I think I'll head home now."
Anonymous
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No.151772
151773
>>151771
“She’ll be there on your way out” she says, and blinks

“I need a doorframe…” she says to herself
Amber Sunset
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No.151773
151774
>>151772
Amber doesn't tarry but trots out, looking for the waitress on the way.
Anonymous
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No.151774
151775
>>151773
She is staring at Amber almost as soon as she exits. The flaxen colored mare, with the black, tied back mane. It’s the same mare who served Amber the Hurricane, who talked to the guests when Amber entered, and who directed her to the back room.
Amber Sunset
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No.151775
151776
>>151774
https://youtu.be/YEITVTcGbzc

Amber beams at her. "Thank you kindly for the help. Everything is going well."
Anonymous
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No.151776
151777
>>151775
She blinks

"You're welcome" she says

She blinks again
Amber Sunset
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No.151777
151778
>>151776
Amber wishes her a good night and leaves the establishment to set out for home.
Anonymous
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No.151778
151779
>>151777
The flaxen mare, however, has a question for Amber
"What did he say to you?"
Amber Sunset
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No.151779
151780
>>151778
"He had to leave, but wants to meet up again sometime and he gave me his address." Amber is relieved that the flaxen mare didn't read the note, though she doubts Dark Denizen shares the same scruples.
Anonymous
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No.151780
151782
>>151779
"No no." She says

"The griffin viol player."
Anonymous
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No.151781
151790
>>151709
"I suppose" she says

"I didn't wake up. I'd call that good."
Amber Sunset
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No.151782
151783
>>151780
Amber replies, "He exhorted me to practice more, that playing for a crowd is just to make money, and that all music should be played with the greatest respect." She pauses and adds, "But he seemed awful somber to me...."
Anonymous
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No.151783
151784
>>151782
"I haven't seen him talk with... well, almost anyone. Denizen likes him. But even she can't get more than a few words with him. I don't think he likes.... playing for, well, playing for other creatures. I mean... like it's alien to him, or beneath him."
Amber Sunset
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No.151784
151785
>>151783
"I got that feeling. But I suppose he has no choice.
No wonder he looks so sad and doesn't want to talk. He loves music with his whole heart but playing here cheapens it for him.
No offense."

Anonymous
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No.151785
151786
>>151784
"I don't know if it's that" she says

"There's this rumor going around that he was the private musician for the Von Katerinbergs, and fled when those two counties fell. Some one else says they passed by his apartment and heard him playing with a whole orchestra. I don't know, I just... I wonder, some times.."
Amber Sunset
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No.151786
151787
>>151785
Amber tries to recall who the von Katerinbergs are....

Knowledge (geography): [1d20+4 = (5+4) = 9]
Anonymous
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No.151787
151788
>>151786
Somewhere over in the Griffin lands. It's sort of in the Empire but not really. There was this young girl who was not just a despot but literally insane, and an older male in a different kingdom who was murderous towards the ponies there.
Amber Sunset
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No.151788
151789
>>151787
"Sounds dreadful! Who wouldn't be happy getting away from those kooks?"
Anonymous
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No.151789
151791
>>151788
"Evidently him" She says

"If it's true, I mean."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151790
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>>151781
He gives her a squeeze.

"That is good."
Amber Sunset
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No.151791
151792
>>151789
She shrugs. "Sounds like music is all he has ever had, in any case. Maybe the orchestra was him playing next to a gramophone?"
Anonymous
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No.151792
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>>151790
Griffin is squeezed

"I suppose..."

>>151791
"No. I mean... like a classical orchestra. Playing notes and songs he had never heard before. Sounding almost like chords from heaven. He couldn't really describe it. Of course, he doesn't know music very well."
Amber Sunset
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No.151793
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>>151792
"I've been to an orchestra once and there are dozens and dozens of ponies all playing together. If he managed to fit that many in his apartment, I'd like to know how."
Anonymous
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>>151793
"Yeah, that's exactly what I would like to know too. I don't know, he just seems a little strange."
Amber Sunset
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No.151795
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>>151794
"I feel a little sorry for him actually. But y'all are lucky to have him serenade you."
Anonymous
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No.151796
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>>151795
"Heh. That's what Dark Denizen thinks. I think a swing, or jazz band would probably be more popular with the patrons."
Amber Sunset
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No.151797
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>>151796
"Hmm, maybe, and that was the music I expected coming here. But for once I agree with her choice."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151798
151799
>>151792
"Are you sure you are okay?"
Anonymous
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No.151799
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>>151797
"Well... you and her. Maybe that's why he'll talk to you and her, but not me or the other staff."

>>151798
"I don't know. But I'm still here, aren't I?"
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No.151800
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>>151799
Can a skilled musician really be so particular that he won't talk to ponies based on musical taste?

"That's a shame, you seem plenty nice."
Anonymous
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No.151801
>>151800
She smiles back, showing teeth
“Thank you. Where did you come from?”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151802
151803
>>151799
"I just worry about you sometimes, my dove."
Anonymous
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No.151803
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>>151802
She leans into him, until most of her weight presses into him.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151804
151805
>>151803
Silver holds her weight, standing strong against this onslaught.
Anonymous
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No.151805
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>>151804
She leans into him a little more, tilting her beak so that it buries in his fur.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.151806
>>151805
"I will be your support, dove."