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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.
>>158211
She scrubs the sheet on the bed and hangs it up to dry, exchanging it for the ones that are now dried. If she won't have to worry about leaking Mustard's fluids, the very tired Amber will skip a shower. She says her nightly prayers and lies down to sleep.
She scrubs the sheet on the bed and hangs it up to dry, exchanging it for the ones that are now dried. If she won't have to worry about leaking Mustard's fluids, the very tired Amber will skip a shower. She says her nightly prayers and lies down to sleep.
>>158212
Perhaps Amber takes some small amount of comfort in having a small amount of Mustard Trim still in her as she lays down alone to sleep. Probably not though. It's probably just gross.
Working two service sector jobs a day, only having 3 bits to her name, living alone in a small apartment, no friends or family nearby, and most of all, having only scraps of food to eat, sucks. On the plus side, she does have a place all to her self, she is employed, she has no debt, some furniture, and has pretty decent relationships with her coworkers ranging from tolerably okay with the senior salesgriff, to actually pretty good with the junior waiter.
In any event, she may sleep, and will likely manage it quickly.
Perhaps Amber takes some small amount of comfort in having a small amount of Mustard Trim still in her as she lays down alone to sleep. Probably not though. It's probably just gross.
Working two service sector jobs a day, only having 3 bits to her name, living alone in a small apartment, no friends or family nearby, and most of all, having only scraps of food to eat, sucks. On the plus side, she does have a place all to her self, she is employed, she has no debt, some furniture, and has pretty decent relationships with her coworkers ranging from tolerably okay with the senior salesgriff, to actually pretty good with the junior waiter.
In any event, she may sleep, and will likely manage it quickly.
>>158215
We can either go with what was plan A, which I don't know if I will be able to make it coherent and work, or we can do something more conventional that I am pretty sure I will be able to wrap up.
We can either go with what was plan A, which I don't know if I will be able to make it coherent and work, or we can do something more conventional that I am pretty sure I will be able to wrap up.
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>>158216
>>158215
Amber - if she can still be called Amber, wakes up alone in a room. There is light peering through a window, green floral patterns on the wall paper, wooden floors, and fine bedsheets with thick covers. There is a wooden dresser to the right side, and a music stand off to the far left.
Outside, through the windows, a bird chirps, and the leaves on the trees are beginning to fall.
>>158215
Amber - if she can still be called Amber, wakes up alone in a room. There is light peering through a window, green floral patterns on the wall paper, wooden floors, and fine bedsheets with thick covers. There is a wooden dresser to the right side, and a music stand off to the far left.
Outside, through the windows, a bird chirps, and the leaves on the trees are beginning to fall.
>>158218
"Huh, what?" she asks herself. This isn't at all what she fell asleep in, so was she moved? There aren't any trees nearby, and they should have long since shed their leaves.
She checks herself.
"Huh, what?" she asks herself. This isn't at all what she fell asleep in, so was she moved? There aren't any trees nearby, and they should have long since shed their leaves.
She checks herself.
>>158219
Everything appears to be fine, at least at first glance. Her claws are still there; her feathers are still there. The leaves are starting to fall off the chestnut tree, but remain on the spruce tree behind it, as well as the row of ornamental poplar trees off to the left. Everything is right and normal as surely as her beak is attached to her face. Well, "her" may not be the right pronoun, but you get the meaning
Everything appears to be fine, at least at first glance. Her claws are still there; her feathers are still there. The leaves are starting to fall off the chestnut tree, but remain on the spruce tree behind it, as well as the row of ornamental poplar trees off to the left. Everything is right and normal as surely as her beak is attached to her face. Well, "her" may not be the right pronoun, but you get the meaning
>>158220
Right as chocolate rain, though the feeling as Amber spreads Amber's legs and shakes Amber's hips is vaguely unfamiliar. Amber trots to the entrance of the room, Amber's claws clacking on the floor.
Right as chocolate rain, though the feeling as Amber spreads Amber's legs and shakes Amber's hips is vaguely unfamiliar. Amber trots to the entrance of the room, Amber's claws clacking on the floor.
>>158221
Amber walks past the window, the music stand, and the viol, and to the walnut door. Does she dare open it?
Amber walks past the window, the music stand, and the viol, and to the walnut door. Does she dare open it?
>>158223
Some say that this viol was made for the Galiarie, the Court artist of Grover the Second, crafted by the finest artisan in Francistra from wood taken from the deep forest of Tiefbrunnen, and strung with hair from a Nimbusian hoptlite felled in battle... But Amber knows the truth. Amber knows that this instrument was purchased second-claw from a shop in Katerin with every last gilder made from a tailoring apprenticeship, and has been with him ever since. But it isn't the instrument that makes the music...
The instrument is heavy, and is not intended to be held up during playing. But Amber has the muscle to manage it.
Some say that this viol was made for the Galiarie, the Court artist of Grover the Second, crafted by the finest artisan in Francistra from wood taken from the deep forest of Tiefbrunnen, and strung with hair from a Nimbusian hoptlite felled in battle... But Amber knows the truth. Amber knows that this instrument was purchased second-claw from a shop in Katerin with every last gilder made from a tailoring apprenticeship, and has been with him ever since. But it isn't the instrument that makes the music...
The instrument is heavy, and is not intended to be held up during playing. But Amber has the muscle to manage it.
Amber sets down the viol as it is intended to be played and plays a short tune that comes to mind.
>>158226
On second thought, it's best to have a look around first. Setting the viol down, she goes to the walnut door and opens it.
On second thought, it's best to have a look around first. Setting the viol down, she goes to the walnut door and opens it.
>>158227
It's a hallway with a rug that covers much of the wooden floor, a closed door across, what Amber understands to be a bathroom somewhere to the left, and a parlor room to the right.
It's a hallway with a rug that covers much of the wooden floor, a closed door across, what Amber understands to be a bathroom somewhere to the left, and a parlor room to the right.
>>158229
Age has come with just a bit more certainty than promised, as there is some greying on the feathers. And this second task too, is accomplished.
Do be sure to wash the face before leaving, as well.
Age has come with just a bit more certainty than promised, as there is some greying on the feathers. And this second task too, is accomplished.
Do be sure to wash the face before leaving, as well.
>>158230
Ah well, it's inevitable. Something about the reflection, and how the second action was accomplished, puts Amber ill at ease, and it's not the greying. But proper grooming can make up for it.
After washing up, Amber leaves and enters the parlor.
Ah well, it's inevitable. Something about the reflection, and how the second action was accomplished, puts Amber ill at ease, and it's not the greying. But proper grooming can make up for it.
After washing up, Amber leaves and enters the parlor.
>>158231
Oh, but it isn't inevitable. If only you where to look. His mistake was not being willing to make the proper payment; to not see the value. But that too, is a mistake that may be rectified in time; that shall be rectified in time.
The parlor room includes a row of books, a wide window, and two leather couches. Each couch has a griffin on it, in dress clothes and vest respectively. A younger, red colored griffin turns to Amber and says
"Hey you, you're finally awake."
Oh, but it isn't inevitable. If only you where to look. His mistake was not being willing to make the proper payment; to not see the value. But that too, is a mistake that may be rectified in time; that shall be rectified in time.
The parlor room includes a row of books, a wide window, and two leather couches. Each couch has a griffin on it, in dress clothes and vest respectively. A younger, red colored griffin turns to Amber and says
"Hey you, you're finally awake."
>>158233
He tilts his head, clearly thinking it's an odd question.
"We're still in the South Wing in the guest rooms... But... That's the thing we are here for. You see... I think we need to leave." He says
He tilts his head, clearly thinking it's an odd question.
"We're still in the South Wing in the guest rooms... But... That's the thing we are here for. You see... I think we need to leave." He says
The other griffin, who has black feathers, volunteers the following information
"After they arrested the princess... well, Nassefeder says he overheard several members of the Katerintreue saying they would did not intend to keep all of the Princesses' staff, which is understandable but under the circumstances... it could mean something else..."
The red griffin speaks
"Hellquill. There is a train that leaves to Griffenheim in some hours, and from there to Hellquill."
"After they arrested the princess... well, Nassefeder says he overheard several members of the Katerintreue saying they would did not intend to keep all of the Princesses' staff, which is understandable but under the circumstances... it could mean something else..."
The red griffin speaks
"Hellquill. There is a train that leaves to Griffenheim in some hours, and from there to Hellquill."
>>158236
Amber nods 'her' beaked head. "I see your point. We should leave as quickly as possible. Are you ready to go?"
Amber nods 'her' beaked head. "I see your point. We should leave as quickly as possible. Are you ready to go?"
>>158240
Amber trots–or rather, clacks–back to the room. Besides the viol, is everything essential ready to be taken along?
Amber trots–or rather, clacks–back to the room. Besides the viol, is everything essential ready to be taken along?
>>158241
Well, let's see. There's the flute, the music stand... that can stay behind... the sheets of music, the Development of the Lyre in Asterion, On the Harmony of the Spheres by Aristrotle, the locket, the old engagement ring (don't why you still have that, but at least it has some resale value), and a few notebooks full of information that perhaps should be burned, but absolutely should not be left behind. So far as clothing goes, there is a decent number of dress clothes and dress shoes worth a significant amount of money, but it will be hard to take it all.
Well, let's see. There's the flute, the music stand... that can stay behind... the sheets of music, the Development of the Lyre in Asterion, On the Harmony of the Spheres by Aristrotle, the locket, the old engagement ring (don't why you still have that, but at least it has some resale value), and a few notebooks full of information that perhaps should be burned, but absolutely should not be left behind. So far as clothing goes, there is a decent number of dress clothes and dress shoes worth a significant amount of money, but it will be hard to take it all.
>>158242
Two sets of dress clothes. Okay, maybe three. Jewelry absolutely should be taken. Music sheets…anything hard to find should be taken. Is the *Development of the Lyre* a rare book? If so, it should be taken, if not, Aristrotle will make good reading on the train instead. Notebooks that are personal in nature can be taken along, but the rest will be chucked into the fireplace. The instruments themselves are indispensable.
Two sets of dress clothes. Okay, maybe three. Jewelry absolutely should be taken. Music sheets…anything hard to find should be taken. Is the *Development of the Lyre* a rare book? If so, it should be taken, if not, Aristrotle will make good reading on the train instead. Notebooks that are personal in nature can be taken along, but the rest will be chucked into the fireplace. The instruments themselves are indispensable.
>>158243
Some of the music sheets are common. Some are unique creations. Development of the Lyre isn't especially rare, but certainly insightful. Young's book on the subconscious, while not rare at all, certainly has many notes and annotations. The notebooks sometimes contain invaluable information on the effects of music on matter, or rather, on the nature of matter itself. These books would be hard to leave behind, but worse to be arrested with. They must be burned if necessary.
Some of the music sheets are common. Some are unique creations. Development of the Lyre isn't especially rare, but certainly insightful. Young's book on the subconscious, while not rare at all, certainly has many notes and annotations. The notebooks sometimes contain invaluable information on the effects of music on matter, or rather, on the nature of matter itself. These books would be hard to leave behind, but worse to be arrested with. They must be burned if necessary.
>>158244
She takes only the unique music sheets, keeps Young's book, and takes as many notebooks as possible.
She takes only the unique music sheets, keeps Young's book, and takes as many notebooks as possible.
>>158245
It is done. It’ll need one, no, two big bags. And the viol will need its case… this would be easier with a servant to help, but there is none. So it’ll just have to be carried.
It is done. It’ll need one, no, two big bags. And the viol will need its case… this would be easier with a servant to help, but there is none. So it’ll just have to be carried.
>>158246
Amber isn't as strong as when she was younger, but it'll be manageable. She leaves her things here until it's time to go, and rejoins the others.
Amber isn't as strong as when she was younger, but it'll be manageable. She leaves her things here until it's time to go, and rejoins the others.
Next time
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>>158278
Im Not Sure if its gonna happen tonight. I Think The Gm is asleep or busy with something else.
Im Not Sure if its gonna happen tonight. I Think The Gm is asleep or busy with something else.
Sometimes it’s hard to catch each other when both the players and the GM have time.
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I'm looking forward to it poners.
>>158292
“Well… given that the Princess had a number… indiscretions in her excercise of her royal authority, those a bit closer to her ear may be blamed…”
The other Griffin (red) says “We think Griffonhiem might be involved.”
“Well… given that the Princess had a number… indiscretions in her excercise of her royal authority, those a bit closer to her ear may be blamed…”
The other Griffin (red) says “We think Griffonhiem might be involved.”
>>158296
The red one frowns
“You better hope that is all you think you are.”
The white one tries to speak, getting his words caught a few times before succeeding.
“Just… in the Katerintrue’s efforts to maintain favor with the populace, well, what is left of their favor… they may look at those closest to the Princess, and well… now surely they don’t believe in conspiracies or secret societies, not personally anyways, but they might entertain such notions if they think it shift the light away from themselves.”
The red one frowns
“You better hope that is all you think you are.”
The white one tries to speak, getting his words caught a few times before succeeding.
“Just… in the Katerintrue’s efforts to maintain favor with the populace, well, what is left of their favor… they may look at those closest to the Princess, and well… now surely they don’t believe in conspiracies or secret societies, not personally anyways, but they might entertain such notions if they think it shift the light away from themselves.”
>>158298
The white one nods
"Yes. We hope the order in Hellquil will forgive the indiscretions of the past ruler, and will allow a place for us... You know we have a few like-minded individuals there in the Order."
The red one states
"They've already arrested Tannenbraun."
The white one nods
"Yes. We hope the order in Hellquil will forgive the indiscretions of the past ruler, and will allow a place for us... You know we have a few like-minded individuals there in the Order."
The red one states
"They've already arrested Tannenbraun."
>>158299
"Tannenbraun already? I wouldn't want to hedge my life on a hope, but what other options are there?"
"Tannenbraun already? I wouldn't want to hedge my life on a hope, but what other options are there?"
>>158300
The red one
“Hellquil is the best bet. Otherwise you are taking your chances with the Katerintrue. The Argentumdammerung. The Inquisition…”
The red one
“Hellquil is the best bet. Otherwise you are taking your chances with the Katerintrue. The Argentumdammerung. The Inquisition…”
>>158307
"As long as we leave in time. It's difficult to leave a life like this, but all good things come to an end."
"As long as we leave in time. It's difficult to leave a life like this, but all good things come to an end."
>>158308
“All good things come to an end… and the bad as well. We’ve outlived the dynasty. We’ll do fine, remaining in the shadows.”
“All good things come to an end… and the bad as well. We’ve outlived the dynasty. We’ll do fine, remaining in the shadows.”
>>158309
"Griffons have survived such changes in fortune before, we can do so now. I think I know how I may get by. What are your plans?"
"Griffons have survived such changes in fortune before, we can do so now. I think I know how I may get by. What are your plans?"
>>158291
A colt asks the professor a question about how "recent changes in the local and global political situation" have affected the dynamic between centralized and localized power. His answer: it hasn't at all. The old Monarchy would have preferred to rule everything with an iron hoof from Canterlot. Various groups wanted to reduce the power of the princesses. So rather than conceding power on a national scale, they would concede power on the local level, or transfer more power to the local level, so that any opposition to the Monarchy would be disunited.
At the prodding of a different student, he answers a question about the Fascist Republican "Blackhooves" political party of New Mareland. He stops a moment to say "be careful of the sedition laws and police informants," but talks directly on the topic anyways. He says that the Blackhooves, by their very nature, are a centralizing ideology based on cultural identity. However, they were elected to office on the promise of an independent New Mareland Nationstate. They even called the War a "War of Independence." This provokes interrupting interjections from the students. He holds up his hooves in an expression of "just shut up and go with it." He states that they are in the strange situation of being a New Mareland Pony Nationalist ideology now ruling over a massive, multi-continent spanning multicultural, multiethnic empire. The result has been that the Blackhooves are now the most decentralist power in place since the Griffonian Revolution of 970.
Another student asks a question about what is going on in the Riverlands. The professor promises that like the Empire, they will go into that in vastly greater detail in future lectures
A colt asks the professor a question about how "recent changes in the local and global political situation" have affected the dynamic between centralized and localized power. His answer: it hasn't at all. The old Monarchy would have preferred to rule everything with an iron hoof from Canterlot. Various groups wanted to reduce the power of the princesses. So rather than conceding power on a national scale, they would concede power on the local level, or transfer more power to the local level, so that any opposition to the Monarchy would be disunited.
At the prodding of a different student, he answers a question about the Fascist Republican "Blackhooves" political party of New Mareland. He stops a moment to say "be careful of the sedition laws and police informants," but talks directly on the topic anyways. He says that the Blackhooves, by their very nature, are a centralizing ideology based on cultural identity. However, they were elected to office on the promise of an independent New Mareland Nationstate. They even called the War a "War of Independence." This provokes interrupting interjections from the students. He holds up his hooves in an expression of "just shut up and go with it." He states that they are in the strange situation of being a New Mareland Pony Nationalist ideology now ruling over a massive, multi-continent spanning multicultural, multiethnic empire. The result has been that the Blackhooves are now the most decentralist power in place since the Griffonian Revolution of 970.
Another student asks a question about what is going on in the Riverlands. The professor promises that like the Empire, they will go into that in vastly greater detail in future lectures
>>158319
And with that, the lecture is over. There is a text book (of course) and a few other books assigned to read. There is a reading assignment before the next class.
And with that, the lecture is over. There is a text book (of course) and a few other books assigned to read. There is a reading assignment before the next class.
>>158324
Thus far, some pages from his political text book, and quite a few pages from his history text book
His remaining classes are Philosophy, Hippology, and Equestrian Mythology
we can try to proceed to the next class, or put Solar Night in a situation where he is between classes. Ultimately, he needs to meet up with Silver and Blue Skies
Thus far, some pages from his political text book, and quite a few pages from his history text book
His remaining classes are Philosophy, Hippology, and Equestrian Mythology
we can try to proceed to the next class, or put Solar Night in a situation where he is between classes. Ultimately, he needs to meet up with Silver and Blue Skies
>>158325
He heads to his next class.
was this the class he was in with nadir? and yes he would like to meet up with them.
He heads to his next class.
was this the class he was in with nadir? and yes he would like to meet up with them.
>>158328
Solar Night's next class is Philosophy 101. This is in the Liberal Arts college.
On the way there, he encounters two creatures he knows: Mars Loaf, and beside her, Nadir, who runs up towards Solar Night.
"Hi again, Solar!" she says
Solar Night's next class is Philosophy 101. This is in the Liberal Arts college.
On the way there, he encounters two creatures he knows: Mars Loaf, and beside her, Nadir, who runs up towards Solar Night.
"Hi again, Solar!" she says
>>158331
Mars Loaf makes eye contact with Solar, with no particular expression.
Nadir comes closer and answers
"We just got out of Literature together. It's still a little hard, but it's better than I was hoping. The professor said that the class will focus on the voices of those often silenced, and those who are marginalized by society. Like one book is about a mare shunned for infidelity, and another is a story about a mine worker in a strike. Still kind of boring, but he way she explains it makes it seem better to me."
Mars Loaf makes eye contact with Solar, with no particular expression.
Nadir comes closer and answers
"We just got out of Literature together. It's still a little hard, but it's better than I was hoping. The professor said that the class will focus on the voices of those often silenced, and those who are marginalized by society. Like one book is about a mare shunned for infidelity, and another is a story about a mine worker in a strike. Still kind of boring, but he way she explains it makes it seem better to me."
>>158333
>Quads checked
"Sounds like an interesting class. what was the situation with the miner going on strike?"
He Smiles
>Quads checked
"Sounds like an interesting class. what was the situation with the miner going on strike?"
He Smiles
>>158335
"Uh, well... I haven't read the book yet, but the professor said that it was about the terrible situation of the coal miners in the foal mountains, about how terribly they were treated by the mining companies, and how the mining companies would break strikes with violence. And this all happened in view of Canterlot, which the miner wished he could be a part of but couldn't... Uh, there's more to it than that, like sex and crime and stuff, but we'll get to that book later in the semester."
"Uh, well... I haven't read the book yet, but the professor said that it was about the terrible situation of the coal miners in the foal mountains, about how terribly they were treated by the mining companies, and how the mining companies would break strikes with violence. And this all happened in view of Canterlot, which the miner wished he could be a part of but couldn't... Uh, there's more to it than that, like sex and crime and stuff, but we'll get to that book later in the semester."
>>158336
"Typical Capitalists, Busting up a strike to Force the workers Into a job that doesn't pay them a living wage. it makes me sick. they Care nothing about the well-being of the workers."
"Typical Capitalists, Busting up a strike to Force the workers Into a job that doesn't pay them a living wage. it makes me sick. they Care nothing about the well-being of the workers."
>>158339
She opens her mouth, and looks up to Solar Night, and then looks back to Mars Loaf. She looks back to Solar Night, as if to say something, but she does not
She opens her mouth, and looks up to Solar Night, and then looks back to Mars Loaf. She looks back to Solar Night, as if to say something, but she does not
>>158341
She closes her mouth, and her ears go down.
"Oh... I mean had heard some things about it... My mother had sort of, well she's not really sympathetic, but... I guess that's why I'm here. To learn more about these things."
She closes her mouth, and her ears go down.
"Oh... I mean had heard some things about it... My mother had sort of, well she's not really sympathetic, but... I guess that's why I'm here. To learn more about these things."
>>158343
She closes her eyes as he pats, then opens them again with a smile. She stands back up
"Thank you.. um... we should go to class now, right?"
She closes her eyes as he pats, then opens them again with a smile. She stands back up
"Thank you.. um... we should go to class now, right?"
>>158347
"Oh yeah" She says.
The next class takes place in a lecture hall like the one used for the history class. In fact, it's immediately down the hall from that classroom. Solar Night shares this class with both Lunar Nadir and Mars Loaf. Nadir seems to want to sit next to both ponies in this class. The professor, a slightly fatter, middle aged light yellow unicorn in a blue dress, is already at the stand, talking to a female student.
"Oh yeah" She says.
The next class takes place in a lecture hall like the one used for the history class. In fact, it's immediately down the hall from that classroom. Solar Night shares this class with both Lunar Nadir and Mars Loaf. Nadir seems to want to sit next to both ponies in this class. The professor, a slightly fatter, middle aged light yellow unicorn in a blue dress, is already at the stand, talking to a female student.
>>158349
Nadir is trying to make it happen. It looks like Mars Loaf is a bit indifferent, and prefers a seat nearer the back. Eventually, three empty seats are found near the center.
Nadir is trying to make it happen. It looks like Mars Loaf is a bit indifferent, and prefers a seat nearer the back. Eventually, three empty seats are found near the center.
>>158354
It's a stallion I can't believe I forgot that detail. He looks over to Solar, and says "Hello"
It's a stallion I can't believe I forgot that detail. He looks over to Solar, and says "Hello"
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