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Anonymous
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No.157616
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Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157896
157899
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.157899
157901
>>157896
“Well, ‘education’ can mean very many things. Not all of them end in magic research.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157901
157902
>>157899
Silver turns his head to Skies and raises an eyebrow.

"What else can it mean? Brainwashing?"
Anonymous
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No.157902
157903
>>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.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157903
157904
>>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?"
Anonymous
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No.157904
157905
>>157903
“He’s barely been in. But as I said, he says he’s found at least one participant in the September revolt already.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157905
157906
>>157904
"Impressive. He must truly be very charismatic to have one already reveal themselves."
Anonymous
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No.157906
157907
>>157905
She turns around, smiles, and rolls her eyes.

"I'm sure he thinks of himself as such."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157907
157908
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.157908
157909
>>157907
It’s her turn to shrug

“Not everyone’s purpose requires college, or much education of any kind for that matter.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157909
157910
>>157908
"Lucky for me, yes?"

Silver lets out a bit of a laugh.
Anonymous
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No.157910
157911
>>157909
She looks at him with an awkward smile. One ear flaps down.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Hard to say without living both lives.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157911
157912
>>157910
Silver slightly changes subjects.

"So, I guess your father wanted you to get into weather business?"
Anonymous
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No.157912
157913
>>157911
“Yes.” She says
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157913
157914
>>157912
"Personally, I think you made right choice. You have helped very many people in this line of work."
Anonymous
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No.157914
157915
>>157913
She turns her head, and looks directly at him, with both ears up.

“You really think so?”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157915
157916
>>157914
Silver nods to her.
Anonymous
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No.157916
157917
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157917
157918
>>157916
Silver tilts his head at her again slightly, an ear flopping down.

"Why is that?"
Anonymous
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No.157918
157919
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157919
157921
>>157918
"Well...is it so much different from what I do?"
Anonymous
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No.157921
157922
>>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.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157922
157925
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.157925
157926
>>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.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157926
157927
>>157925
Silver smiles at her.

"It sounds like you have found your passion."
Anonymous
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No.157927
157928
>>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.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157928
157932
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.157932
157934
>>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.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157934
157995
>>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?"
Anonymous
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No.157995
157996
>>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."
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No.157996
157997
[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?"
Anonymous
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No.157997
157998
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.157998
157999
>>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?"
Anonymous
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No.157999
158000
>>157998
She giggles, and crosses her hind legs, and tilts her head away.

“Hehehe, d’aww, you really think so?”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158000
158001
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.158001
158002
>>158000
“Hehe.” She moves her eyes over to him, and her smile shows her overly white teeth.

“He better”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158002
158003
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.158003
158004
>>158002
“Hehehe”
She sits up a little more upright, and bats a forehoof

“Oh Silver…”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158004
158005
>>158003
"Were Earth Pony servants common among upper class Pegasus families like yours?"
Anonymous
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No.158005
158006
>>158004
“Yes, sort of, but I don’t think we had them do things like that.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158006
158007
>>158005
"Would you have wanted them to?"
Anonymous
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No.158007
158008
>>158006
“Maybe… it’s a little extravagant to use who were basically sharecroppers on… but yes. I would have.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158008
158009
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.158009
158010
>>158008
“Hehehe… no, we weren’t really allowed to be very luxurious. We had to make do with sparse resources, including labor.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158010
158011 158012
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158011
158012
>>158010
*At work you
Anonymous
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No.158012
158013
>>158010
>>158011
“Hehehe, you should tell Dar Star all of this.” She says
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158013
158042
>>158012
"You know, I should. There would be no better way for him to spend his money than on you."
Anonymous
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No.158042
158043
>>158013
She nods

“Damn right there isn’t.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158043
158044
>>158042
"Do you have any other ideas I can pass along to Dark Star? What would you do to make yourself feel like queen?"
Anonymous
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No.158044
158127
>>158043
She looks around, pondering the question

“I’ll have to think about that.” She smiles. “But it is something to think about.”
Shimmering Spark
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No.158054
I should be free tomorrow.
Shimmering Spark
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No.158072
158073
>>157619
Spark thinks for a moment.
"Perhaps the locals might know something."
Anonymous
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No.158073
158079
>>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.”
Shimmering Spark
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No.158079
158096
>>158073
"We will ask around then."
Anonymous
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No.158096
158097
>>158079
She nods

"Okay..." She continues looking at him, then looks down, then back up, and adds

"Thank you...."
Shimmering Spark
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No.158097
>>158096
"It's no trouble."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158127
158128
>>158044
Silver fishes through his bags for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then offers a cigarette to his current travelling companion.
Anonymous
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No.158128
158129
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158129
158130
>>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?"
Anonymous
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No.158130
158131
>>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"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158131
158132
>>158130
"You are better at avoiding deadly situations than me, and I have lived this long."
Anonymous
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No.158132
158133
>>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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158133
158134
>>158132
"I know Dark Star imagines growing old with you."
Anonymous
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No.158134
158135
>>158133
One ear goes down, and the other is off to the side.

“Did he say anything to you?” She asks
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.158135
>>158134
"Nothing specific, but I remember how he talked about you one night. You are only thing that really matters to him."
Anonymous
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No.158142
158143
>>157759
The yellow mare freezes, looking around. "Who's there?" she squeaks out.
Anonymous
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No.158143
158179
>>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 Sunset
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No.158179
158180
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158180
158181
>>158179
It's a bit hard to see the barrel over the 12 inch steel blade.

"Turn around. Face us. Slowly." He says
Amber Sunset
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No.158181
158182
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158182
158183
>>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.
Amber Sunset
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No.158183
158184
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.158184
158185
>>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?
Amber Sunset
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No.158185
158186
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158186
158187
>>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
Amber Sunset
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No.158187
158188
>>158186
"That's for my parents," she says, irritated that he grabbed something so personal. "I'm mailing it tomorrow."
Anonymous
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No.158188
158189
>>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
Amber Sunset
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No.158189
158190
>>158188
"Amber Sunset," she says. "And yes. Please, I just want to go home," she pleads.
Anonymous
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No.158190
158191
>>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."
Amber Sunset
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No.158191
158192
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158192
158193
>>158191
Roll diplomacy, little filly
Amber Sunset
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No.158193
158194
>>158192
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
Anonymous
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No.158194
158195
>>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?"
Amber Sunset
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No.158195
158196
>>158194
"I'm headed to my apartment. It's not far," she says. "But I don't have a card…."
Anonymous
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No.158196
158197
>>158195
"Where is your apartment?" He asks

And does it match the return address on the letter?
Amber Sunset
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No.158197
158198 158200
>>158196
It indeed matches

"You can see it on that envelope. It ain't much…."
Anonymous
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No.158198
158199
>>158197
Maybe another roll for good measure
Amber Sunset
d8cea94
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No.158199
158200
>>158198
[1d20+4 = (2+4) = 6]
Anonymous
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No.158200
158201
>>158199
>>158197
"Where is your apartment?" He asks again
Amber Sunset
d8cea94
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No.158201
158202
>>158200
She recites her address, and her apartment number to be thorough.
Anonymous
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No.158202
158203
>>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.
Amber Sunset
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No.158203
158204
>>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."
Anonymous
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No.158204
158205
>>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."
Amber Sunset
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No.158205
158206
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158206
158208
>>158205
"Sadly, yes." He answers. The pegasus stallion moves away, and even breaks his eyes off of Amber, instead looking around the street.
Amber Sunset
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No.158208
158209
>>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.
Anonymous
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No.158209
158210
>>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 Sunset
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>>158209
She hurries away from the griffon and returns to her apartment. She locks the door and cleans up what needs to be cleaned.
Anonymous
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>>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.