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>>157895
"Huh...I have hard time imagining main reason for going to college besides advancing education."
He looks out the window at the fairly large school.
"That was main reason White Light wanted to go, especially with learning more about magic. I have no doubt she was smart enough to figure it out on her own, but they offered far more in depth study than otherwise could be offered to her, and it gave her hoof in door to work as researcher for Canterlot."
"Huh...I have hard time imagining main reason for going to college besides advancing education."
He looks out the window at the fairly large school.
"That was main reason White Light wanted to go, especially with learning more about magic. I have no doubt she was smart enough to figure it out on her own, but they offered far more in depth study than otherwise could be offered to her, and it gave her hoof in door to work as researcher for Canterlot."
>>157901
“Yes, I suppose I would call it that. Nobles send their sons, and some times daughters, off to be educated in languages, philosophy, and the arts. All to create the best, most developed pony… or creature. This is as it has always been in all civilizations wealthy, stable, and developed enough to be worthy of the term. What is different here is that what they are taught is really just a mechanism for these… less well developed spirits… these abortions of souls… to gain power.”
“Yes, I suppose I would call it that. Nobles send their sons, and some times daughters, off to be educated in languages, philosophy, and the arts. All to create the best, most developed pony… or creature. This is as it has always been in all civilizations wealthy, stable, and developed enough to be worthy of the term. What is different here is that what they are taught is really just a mechanism for these… less well developed spirits… these abortions of souls… to gain power.”
>>157902
"I suppose it is good, then, that we have pony on inside. I just hope he does not get turned. Has he given any specifics on what happens in there?"
"I suppose it is good, then, that we have pony on inside. I just hope he does not get turned. Has he given any specifics on what happens in there?"
>>157903
“He’s barely been in. But as I said, he says he’s found at least one participant in the September revolt already.”
“He’s barely been in. But as I said, he says he’s found at least one participant in the September revolt already.”
>>157906
The unicorn shrugs in response.
"He is more charismatic than me, at least. My thing is just fighting bad ponies and protecting good ones. Not very worthwhile skills for college."
The unicorn shrugs in response.
"He is more charismatic than me, at least. My thing is just fighting bad ponies and protecting good ones. Not very worthwhile skills for college."
>>157907
It’s her turn to shrug
“Not everyone’s purpose requires college, or much education of any kind for that matter.”
It’s her turn to shrug
“Not everyone’s purpose requires college, or much education of any kind for that matter.”
>>157909
She looks at him with an awkward smile. One ear flaps down.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Hard to say without living both lives.”
She looks at him with an awkward smile. One ear flaps down.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Hard to say without living both lives.”
>>157910
Silver slightly changes subjects.
"So, I guess your father wanted you to get into weather business?"
Silver slightly changes subjects.
"So, I guess your father wanted you to get into weather business?"
>>157912
"Personally, I think you made right choice. You have helped very many people in this line of work."
"Personally, I think you made right choice. You have helped very many people in this line of work."
>>157915
She turns her head, though not to her vigil outside, but rather down and towards the car door.
"I didn't really think you'd think of it that way."
She turns her head, though not to her vigil outside, but rather down and towards the car door.
"I didn't really think you'd think of it that way."
>>157917
"I didn't think you'd appreciate what we do. The end that we work for. It's not kind. It's not productive in a traditional, directly visible sort of way."
"I didn't think you'd appreciate what we do. The end that we work for. It's not kind. It's not productive in a traditional, directly visible sort of way."
>>157919
“I don’t think so. I didn’t know if you’d think differently of what I do. How it is done, or the purpose for which it is done.”
“I don’t think so. I didn’t know if you’d think differently of what I do. How it is done, or the purpose for which it is done.”
>>157921
"It is like how there are those who would say what I do, fighting and killing bad people, is immoral, or just as evil as what those I fight do. I do not like it, and I wish we lived in world where there were other options, but sometimes only way to do good is to do bad things to even worse people."
"It is like how there are those who would say what I do, fighting and killing bad people, is immoral, or just as evil as what those I fight do. I do not like it, and I wish we lived in world where there were other options, but sometimes only way to do good is to do bad things to even worse people."
>>157922
“I appreciate that.” She says. She looks to him, and gives a weak smile, before looking away.
“I’ll go into a bar, a restaurant, start as a factory line worker - go sons place I can encounter the mark. This works best if the mark is a pony or zebra stallion, and even better if more than one mark will do. For obvious reasons. I try to look as pretty as possible, give him a smile, or flip my tail, or do something else to suggest I’m interested in him. I’ll even strike up a conversation if he doesn’t first. I’ll talk to him about all of the problems in his marriage. But most of all, I’ll ask open ended questions about his line of work. Or his plans. Or what he’s done. I’ll let him impress me. Try to impress me. So I’ll smile, I’ll laugh. I’ll let him think I am receptive to him. But not too receptive to me. Let him try a little harder. Let him see what he tells me. Or even better, what he shows me. If he doesn’t tell me at least a little of what I need to hear, I’ll just walk away. But if he does, I’ll have sex with him. And if I’m really lucky he’ll start telling me things after that that are useful. And then I’ll tell him that he is going to tell me more, or else I’ll tell his wife and children that he is sleeping with another mare. I’ll tell his partners in their underground printing press that he showed off their machinery to a mare to try to get sex, and that is the reason they have been all arrested. And once he understands this… I have a new informant who will keep me updated on the whereabouts of his confederates and superiors. Money helps.
Now of course it doesn’t always go exactly like that, but more or less change a few details and that is the process. Pose as a pretty face, see who will take a bribe, who will sell their own state-issued weapons, and if anyone knows where the rebels go to drink because this mare is really looking for one. Most of the time no one dies, though they can if something goes wrong, or if an arrest doesn’t go right. But I know it isn’t what everyone would consider honorable.
The targets aren’t those everyone would consider bad. Labor organizers. Those looking for a autonomy for some ethnic group or tribe… but to me they are threats to order. To unity.
The thing is, I love it. I love doing it. I love every successful bit of uncovered information. I love the resulting arrests. I love the princess. I even love it when it goes wrong. And I wouldn’t spend my life any other way. I don’t really agree with the Blackhooves’ political program. But I despise their enemies. And I am grateful to be a part of this.”
“I appreciate that.” She says. She looks to him, and gives a weak smile, before looking away.
“I’ll go into a bar, a restaurant, start as a factory line worker - go sons place I can encounter the mark. This works best if the mark is a pony or zebra stallion, and even better if more than one mark will do. For obvious reasons. I try to look as pretty as possible, give him a smile, or flip my tail, or do something else to suggest I’m interested in him. I’ll even strike up a conversation if he doesn’t first. I’ll talk to him about all of the problems in his marriage. But most of all, I’ll ask open ended questions about his line of work. Or his plans. Or what he’s done. I’ll let him impress me. Try to impress me. So I’ll smile, I’ll laugh. I’ll let him think I am receptive to him. But not too receptive to me. Let him try a little harder. Let him see what he tells me. Or even better, what he shows me. If he doesn’t tell me at least a little of what I need to hear, I’ll just walk away. But if he does, I’ll have sex with him. And if I’m really lucky he’ll start telling me things after that that are useful. And then I’ll tell him that he is going to tell me more, or else I’ll tell his wife and children that he is sleeping with another mare. I’ll tell his partners in their underground printing press that he showed off their machinery to a mare to try to get sex, and that is the reason they have been all arrested. And once he understands this… I have a new informant who will keep me updated on the whereabouts of his confederates and superiors. Money helps.
Now of course it doesn’t always go exactly like that, but more or less change a few details and that is the process. Pose as a pretty face, see who will take a bribe, who will sell their own state-issued weapons, and if anyone knows where the rebels go to drink because this mare is really looking for one. Most of the time no one dies, though they can if something goes wrong, or if an arrest doesn’t go right. But I know it isn’t what everyone would consider honorable.
The targets aren’t those everyone would consider bad. Labor organizers. Those looking for a autonomy for some ethnic group or tribe… but to me they are threats to order. To unity.
The thing is, I love it. I love doing it. I love every successful bit of uncovered information. I love the resulting arrests. I love the princess. I even love it when it goes wrong. And I wouldn’t spend my life any other way. I don’t really agree with the Blackhooves’ political program. But I despise their enemies. And I am grateful to be a part of this.”
>>157926
Blue Skies slumps down in the car seat, so that she is basically laying down on her back. She could probably not see out of the car window from this angle. She does wear clothing, a red sweater Silver has never seen her wear before. Still, her belly is exposed. She turns and looks to Silver with an intense, malign grin.
“Yes. Much more so than moving clouds.”
Blue Skies slumps down in the car seat, so that she is basically laying down on her back. She could probably not see out of the car window from this angle. She does wear clothing, a red sweater Silver has never seen her wear before. Still, her belly is exposed. She turns and looks to Silver with an intense, malign grin.
“Yes. Much more so than moving clouds.”
>>157927
Silver thinks it looks good on her. Privately, he wonders if she bought it herself or if Dark Star gave it to her. It would have been a good gift for this weather if he did.
"It also sounds like you have quite extensive record of successes. I can see why you are so well respected within Black Hooves."
Silver thinks it looks good on her. Privately, he wonders if she bought it herself or if Dark Star gave it to her. It would have been a good gift for this weather if he did.
"It also sounds like you have quite extensive record of successes. I can see why you are so well respected within Black Hooves."
>>157928
She smiles warmly back
“And I know they appreciate me, and the value I bring. I would say I’ve done fairly well, even in my limited time here.”
She smiles warmly back
“And I know they appreciate me, and the value I bring. I would say I’ve done fairly well, even in my limited time here.”
>>157932
"Dark Star is lucky to have pony like you as his mentor. Think you can teach him trick or two to help him with his mission here?"
"Dark Star is lucky to have pony like you as his mentor. Think you can teach him trick or two to help him with his mission here?"
>>157934
She smiles, though her smile fades as he proceeds further in his statement, as if disappointed.
"That's the idea of me being assigned to him. A part of it, anyways."
She smiles, though her smile fades as he proceeds further in his statement, as if disappointed.
"That's the idea of me being assigned to him. A part of it, anyways."
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
>>157995
Sense Motive: Silver searches her face for an idea of why she's disappointed.
"What is rest of it?"
>>157995
Sense Motive: Silver searches her face for an idea of why she's disappointed.
"What is rest of it?"
>>157996
The shift occurs at the word "mentor." Evidently she thought "Dark Star is lucky to have pony like you as his-" was going somewhere else.
She answers
"Give him assignments, help him as necessary and use his assistance as necessary. And of course keep him on a leash. We are hardly the only ones who use infiltrators and informants, after all."
The shift occurs at the word "mentor." Evidently she thought "Dark Star is lucky to have pony like you as his-" was going somewhere else.
She answers
"Give him assignments, help him as necessary and use his assistance as necessary. And of course keep him on a leash. We are hardly the only ones who use infiltrators and informants, after all."
>>157997
Ahhhh, that's where the shift happened. Silver hopes he can correct it somewhat.
"He is also lucky to have you as his marefriend, you know?"
Ahhhh, that's where the shift happened. Silver hopes he can correct it somewhat.
"He is also lucky to have you as his marefriend, you know?"
>>157998
She giggles, and crosses her hind legs, and tilts her head away.
“Hehehe, d’aww, you really think so?”
She giggles, and crosses her hind legs, and tilts her head away.
“Hehehe, d’aww, you really think so?”
>>157999
Silver nods.
"Very much so. Especially for him you are perfect, and I know he will do everything he can to treat you like Nimbusian queen."
Silver nods.
"Very much so. Especially for him you are perfect, and I know he will do everything he can to treat you like Nimbusian queen."
>>158000
“Hehe.” She moves her eyes over to him, and her smile shows her overly white teeth.
“He better”
“Hehe.” She moves her eyes over to him, and her smile shows her overly white teeth.
“He better”
>>158001
"You should suggest to him to one night when you are together to do just that. He could dress you in finest silks, fan you off when you are feeling warm, feed you grapes peeled or unpeeled as to your preference, serve you wine, and as for reward for him being such loyal servant...well, I imagine you can think of far more imaginative things than I can."
"You should suggest to him to one night when you are together to do just that. He could dress you in finest silks, fan you off when you are feeling warm, feed you grapes peeled or unpeeled as to your preference, serve you wine, and as for reward for him being such loyal servant...well, I imagine you can think of far more imaginative things than I can."
>>158006
“Maybe… it’s a little extravagant to use who were basically sharecroppers on… but yes. I would have.”
“Maybe… it’s a little extravagant to use who were basically sharecroppers on… but yes. I would have.”
>>158007
Silver smiles at her.
"I suppose it would not have hurt to have personal servant or two. It could have helped to reinforce your Pegasus superiority."
Silver smiles at her.
"I suppose it would not have hurt to have personal servant or two. It could have helped to reinforce your Pegasus superiority."
>>158008
“Hehehe… no, we weren’t really allowed to be very luxurious. We had to make do with sparse resources, including labor.”
“Hehehe… no, we weren’t really allowed to be very luxurious. We had to make do with sparse resources, including labor.”
>>158009
"Well, we are no longer in Nimbusia. With Dark Star at your side, maybe it is time to surround yourself with luxury. At workcyou are Agent Blue Skies, pride of Black Hooves, but at home you will become Queen Blue Skies, first of Her name, pinnacle of Pegasus race and Sapphire of West."
"Well, we are no longer in Nimbusia. With Dark Star at your side, maybe it is time to surround yourself with luxury. At workcyou are Agent Blue Skies, pride of Black Hooves, but at home you will become Queen Blue Skies, first of Her name, pinnacle of Pegasus race and Sapphire of West."
>>158042
"Do you have any other ideas I can pass along to Dark Star? What would you do to make yourself feel like queen?"
"Do you have any other ideas I can pass along to Dark Star? What would you do to make yourself feel like queen?"
>>158043
She looks around, pondering the question
“I’ll have to think about that.” She smiles. “But it is something to think about.”
She looks around, pondering the question
“I’ll have to think about that.” She smiles. “But it is something to think about.”
I should be free tomorrow.
>>158072
She looks over to him
“I do know where there is another cell. Maybe if is safe to go there. Maybe it isn’t. But if locals can help… I would appreciate that.”
She looks over to him
“I do know where there is another cell. Maybe if is safe to go there. Maybe it isn’t. But if locals can help… I would appreciate that.”
>>158079
She nods
"Okay..." She continues looking at him, then looks down, then back up, and adds
"Thank you...."
She nods
"Okay..." She continues looking at him, then looks down, then back up, and adds
"Thank you...."
>>158044
Silver fishes through his bags for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then offers a cigarette to his current travelling companion.
Silver fishes through his bags for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then offers a cigarette to his current travelling companion.
>>158127
A wide smile comes across her face, and she raises up her hoof, evidently declining.
"You know, they say it's not good for you."
A wide smile comes across her face, and she raises up her hoof, evidently declining.
"You know, they say it's not good for you."
>>158128
Silver smiles back at her.
"No, but so is lot of other good things in life.
It is also good to have smoke after being shot. You do not mind if I smoke, yes?"
Silver smiles back at her.
"No, but so is lot of other good things in life.
It is also good to have smoke after being shot. You do not mind if I smoke, yes?"
>>158129
She keeps her wide smile, and her eyes move down, focusing on the cigarette.
"No... I suppose so many good things aren't really good for you." There is a pause, and she says "I can't say I expect to live to old age anyways"
She keeps her wide smile, and her eyes move down, focusing on the cigarette.
"No... I suppose so many good things aren't really good for you." There is a pause, and she says "I can't say I expect to live to old age anyways"
>>158131
She gives a brief, lips-closed smile
"Oh I assure you, I've had my share of close calls" She looks away. "Besides, can you image me being old? I can't."
She gives a brief, lips-closed smile
"Oh I assure you, I've had my share of close calls" She looks away. "Besides, can you image me being old? I can't."
>>158134
"Nothing specific, but I remember how he talked about you one night. You are only thing that really matters to him."
"Nothing specific, but I remember how he talked about you one night. You are only thing that really matters to him."
>>158142
Amber sees behind her a line of three stallions, all of whom wear greenish khaki uniforms. One is a rather young looking light grey bat pony with golden eyes that reflect the street light in front of Amber. He moves directly for Amber. A second is a dark blue Pegasus stallion, mid twenties or older, with green eyes. He stands still, and with his right leg and a sling holds level a carbine rifle with a short sword affixed pointed directly at Amber. He orders Amber:
“Stay still.”
A third pony, an almost middle-aged green unicorn stallion, stands even further back, and with glowing orange magic, aims around a carbine at buildings. All three west steel helmets, in contrast to the cattlemare’s hats Amber has seen more commonly on soldiers.
Amber sees behind her a line of three stallions, all of whom wear greenish khaki uniforms. One is a rather young looking light grey bat pony with golden eyes that reflect the street light in front of Amber. He moves directly for Amber. A second is a dark blue Pegasus stallion, mid twenties or older, with green eyes. He stands still, and with his right leg and a sling holds level a carbine rifle with a short sword affixed pointed directly at Amber. He orders Amber:
“Stay still.”
A third pony, an almost middle-aged green unicorn stallion, stands even further back, and with glowing orange magic, aims around a carbine at buildings. All three west steel helmets, in contrast to the cattlemare’s hats Amber has seen more commonly on soldiers.
>>158143
They say a gun's barrel always looks uncomfortably large when looking down it. Amber once again experiences this. Her lips draw back in fear, but she doesn't move as she looks behind her.
"What do you want?" she asks, her voice cracking.
They say a gun's barrel always looks uncomfortably large when looking down it. Amber once again experiences this. Her lips draw back in fear, but she doesn't move as she looks behind her.
"What do you want?" she asks, her voice cracking.
>>158179
It's a bit hard to see the barrel over the 12 inch steel blade.
"Turn around. Face us. Slowly." He says
It's a bit hard to see the barrel over the 12 inch steel blade.
"Turn around. Face us. Slowly." He says
>>158180
She complies and slowly turns her body to face them, gulping. Her mind races. Do they know she was in the police station and have been looking for her since? How would they know she would be here then? Whatever it is, she doesn't have much choice but to comply.
She complies and slowly turns her body to face them, gulping. Her mind races. Do they know she was in the police station and have been looking for her since? How would they know she would be here then? Whatever it is, she doesn't have much choice but to comply.
>>158181
By the time Amber is turned around, the bat pony is immediately in front of her. He turns to her side. He doesn't look much older than Amber at all; he may even be the same age as Mustard Trim, though with a shorter, and somehow even skinnier body. His golden eyes look up and down Amber.
Then he starts to place his hooves on Amber. First one hoof, then both hooves, pressing against her fur, her mane, and most especially, her jacket. He feels along every inch of her barrel.
He stops to go through the contents of Amber's pockets.
By the time Amber is turned around, the bat pony is immediately in front of her. He turns to her side. He doesn't look much older than Amber at all; he may even be the same age as Mustard Trim, though with a shorter, and somehow even skinnier body. His golden eyes look up and down Amber.
Then he starts to place his hooves on Amber. First one hoof, then both hooves, pressing against her fur, her mane, and most especially, her jacket. He feels along every inch of her barrel.
He stops to go through the contents of Amber's pockets.
>>158182
"Eep!" She tries her best to stay still, but can't help but shudder as she is frisked. There's not much on her, except for a bayonet-style knife, considerably shorter than the pegasus's bayonet.
"That's my pa's knife," she hisses. "He used it to fight the Changelings."
"Eep!" She tries her best to stay still, but can't help but shudder as she is frisked. There's not much on her, except for a bayonet-style knife, considerably shorter than the pegasus's bayonet.
"That's my pa's knife," she hisses. "He used it to fight the Changelings."
>>158183
The colt doesn't seem to be actively trying to grope or molest her, but neither does he seem concerned with propriety. He even feels around and between her hind legs.
"Knife!" He yells. Accent is... actually she hasn't heard that one. The pegasus moves closer placing the bayonet almost in her face, as the bat pony grabs the knife. He inspects it carefully, and moves it closer to the pegasus, who takes his eye off of Amber for a moment to inspect it. Only for a moment, then his eyes are back on Amber.
"For what purpose do you have a knife?" He asks
Does Amber still have the letter, or is that in a different jacket?
The colt doesn't seem to be actively trying to grope or molest her, but neither does he seem concerned with propriety. He even feels around and between her hind legs.
"Knife!" He yells. Accent is... actually she hasn't heard that one. The pegasus moves closer placing the bayonet almost in her face, as the bat pony grabs the knife. He inspects it carefully, and moves it closer to the pegasus, who takes his eye off of Amber for a moment to inspect it. Only for a moment, then his eyes are back on Amber.
"For what purpose do you have a knife?" He asks
Does Amber still have the letter, or is that in a different jacket?
>>158184
She can't help but jitter and shift uncomfortably as her mostly bare body is touched and searched. Her tender areas feel…crusty. Both of her eyes are focused on the point of that bayonet, such that she's staring cross-eyed.
"To protect myself!" she insists. "I…I was visiting my coltfriend, a-and this isn't a safe neighborhood. My Pa gave me this knife so I would
be safe in the city."
She does indeed still have her letter in the envelope, perhaps because she forgot to leave it at her apartment.
She can't help but jitter and shift uncomfortably as her mostly bare body is touched and searched. Her tender areas feel…crusty. Both of her eyes are focused on the point of that bayonet, such that she's staring cross-eyed.
"To protect myself!" she insists. "I…I was visiting my coltfriend, a-and this isn't a safe neighborhood. My Pa gave me this knife so I would
be safe in the city."
She does indeed still have her letter in the envelope, perhaps because she forgot to leave it at her apartment.
>>158185
At least he doesn't place his hoof near the crust, though he does briefly pat her inner thighs.
"A letter" The bat pony says, pulling the letter out. At this point, the bat pony steps back, takes his own rifle off of his back, and gives the letter and the knife to the unicorn, who picks it up in a glow of orange magic, The bat pony and the unicorn essentially switch places, the bat pony staring off into darkness while pointing his rifle menacingly at it, and the unicorn standing near Amber, holding the letter. The unicorn must be at least past 35.
Now, it is his turn to ask questions
"And what is this you have here?" He asks, holding up the letter
At least he doesn't place his hoof near the crust, though he does briefly pat her inner thighs.
"A letter" The bat pony says, pulling the letter out. At this point, the bat pony steps back, takes his own rifle off of his back, and gives the letter and the knife to the unicorn, who picks it up in a glow of orange magic, The bat pony and the unicorn essentially switch places, the bat pony staring off into darkness while pointing his rifle menacingly at it, and the unicorn standing near Amber, holding the letter. The unicorn must be at least past 35.
Now, it is his turn to ask questions
"And what is this you have here?" He asks, holding up the letter
>>158186
"That's for my parents," she says, irritated that he grabbed something so personal. "I'm mailing it tomorrow."
"That's for my parents," she says, irritated that he grabbed something so personal. "I'm mailing it tomorrow."
>>158187
The unicorn stallion looks over to the bat pony
"Were their any weapons besides the knife?"
"No." He answers. "She's clear."
"Alright." He says. "Clear." The pegasus stallion moves a step back, and stops leveling the rifle directly at Amber, instead pointing it up, though he keeps his vision on Amber. The unicorn stallion lights up his horn, and reads the address on the envelope.
"So you were visiting your coltfriend, and you were just going to mail this letter in the morning to your parents?" He asks, looking up at Amber.
"What is your name, little filly?" he asks
The unicorn stallion looks over to the bat pony
"Were their any weapons besides the knife?"
"No." He answers. "She's clear."
"Alright." He says. "Clear." The pegasus stallion moves a step back, and stops leveling the rifle directly at Amber, instead pointing it up, though he keeps his vision on Amber. The unicorn stallion lights up his horn, and reads the address on the envelope.
"So you were visiting your coltfriend, and you were just going to mail this letter in the morning to your parents?" He asks, looking up at Amber.
"What is your name, little filly?" he asks
>>158189
"And how am I to know you're not meeting with a cell to deliver instructions in a sealed envelope about how to sabotage a factory, or ambush soldiers?" He asks, holding the letter firmly. "It's awfully late for a little filly to be out all on her lonesome." He looks up, and towards the rows of buildings on either side of the street. "At least, seemingly all on her lonesome."
"And how am I to know you're not meeting with a cell to deliver instructions in a sealed envelope about how to sabotage a factory, or ambush soldiers?" He asks, holding the letter firmly. "It's awfully late for a little filly to be out all on her lonesome." He looks up, and towards the rows of buildings on either side of the street. "At least, seemingly all on her lonesome."
>>158190
"I'd never do that!" she insists. "Please, you have to believe me." The filly is shaking from the accusation and is starting to tear up.
"I'd never do that!" she insists. "Please, you have to believe me." The filly is shaking from the accusation and is starting to tear up.
>>158193
"Alright." He says, lowering the letter, though he looks down at it again with suspicion.
"Where are you headed? And where is you identification card?"
"Alright." He says, lowering the letter, though he looks down at it again with suspicion.
"Where are you headed? And where is you identification card?"
>>158201
"Very well." He tenders the letter back to Amber, placing it near her face.
"You need to get an Identification Card. And be careful walking around this city so late at night, it is very dangerous. There is no curfew, but there is a policy of random searches in the later hours of the night. Oh" He holds up the knife. "And it's for the better it wasn't a local police officer who found you carrying this." He likewise tenders the knife back to Amber.
"Very well." He tenders the letter back to Amber, placing it near her face.
"You need to get an Identification Card. And be careful walking around this city so late at night, it is very dangerous. There is no curfew, but there is a policy of random searches in the later hours of the night. Oh" He holds up the knife. "And it's for the better it wasn't a local police officer who found you carrying this." He likewise tenders the knife back to Amber.
>>158202
She smiles in relief, but also nervousness, taking her possessions back and carefully putting them away. "Thank you, Mister. Um, you didn't need to point your gun at me."
She smiles in relief, but also nervousness, taking her possessions back and carefully putting them away. "Thank you, Mister. Um, you didn't need to point your gun at me."
>>158203
"When even a little filly like you has a knife, you cannot be too careful." He answers. "There are misguided ponies with guns on them who could draw it on us. There are unicorns with magic... even some with explosives on them. And changelings. This is besides the risk of traps, ambushes, or if you had friends in the second floor window of the house across the street. We do nothing more than what is necessary for our own safety, and the safety of the city." He answers
"Take care."
"When even a little filly like you has a knife, you cannot be too careful." He answers. "There are misguided ponies with guns on them who could draw it on us. There are unicorns with magic... even some with explosives on them. And changelings. This is besides the risk of traps, ambushes, or if you had friends in the second floor window of the house across the street. We do nothing more than what is necessary for our own safety, and the safety of the city." He answers
"Take care."
>>158204
"Eek, there are?" she asks, as if totally unaware that ponies who would start violence like that out of nowhere even existed. She stands where she is.
"Eek, there are?" she asks, as if totally unaware that ponies who would start violence like that out of nowhere even existed. She stands where she is.
>>158205
"Sadly, yes." He answers. The pegasus stallion moves away, and even breaks his eyes off of Amber, instead looking around the street.
"Sadly, yes." He answers. The pegasus stallion moves away, and even breaks his eyes off of Amber, instead looking around the street.
>>158206
"Okay, you take care too," she says hesitantly. She realizes that if they wanted to take advantage of her, as Mustard claimed stallions tend to do, she'd be in a very rough spot. It very nearly could have been that. She turns and proceeds along her way.
"Okay, you take care too," she says hesitantly. She realizes that if they wanted to take advantage of her, as Mustard claimed stallions tend to do, she'd be in a very rough spot. It very nearly could have been that. She turns and proceeds along her way.
>>158208
Amber exits the encounter un-raped, un-beaten, un-kidnapped, un-arrested, and un-shot, though maybe not necessarily the loosest definition of "un-molested." More to the point, the letter was not ripped out of its envelope, and her father's knife was not confiscated.
The trio of stallions eventually turn around, and walk off. Amber makes the remainder of her trip back without being harassed, save by an angry drunk griffin who yells at her (and everything else) from across the street.
Amber exits the encounter un-raped, un-beaten, un-kidnapped, un-arrested, and un-shot, though maybe not necessarily the loosest definition of "un-molested." More to the point, the letter was not ripped out of its envelope, and her father's knife was not confiscated.
The trio of stallions eventually turn around, and walk off. Amber makes the remainder of her trip back without being harassed, save by an angry drunk griffin who yells at her (and everything else) from across the street.
>>158209
She hurries away from the griffon and returns to her apartment. She locks the door and cleans up what needs to be cleaned.
She hurries away from the griffon and returns to her apartment. She locks the door and cleans up what needs to be cleaned.
>>158210
Mustard Trim left a bit of a mess on Amber, with his love inside of her, on her, around her dock and the like, as well as on the sheets of the bed.
While Amber is surely tired and likely cold in her room, at least she can feel safe, alone and behind locked doors.
Mustard Trim left a bit of a mess on Amber, with his love inside of her, on her, around her dock and the like, as well as on the sheets of the bed.
While Amber is surely tired and likely cold in her room, at least she can feel safe, alone and behind locked doors.
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