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>>160827"They are ponies so their honor should be protected. what do you mean fine?"
>>160828He looks away, still clearly smirking.
"They'll be just fine your protection" He says, stifling a laugh
>>160788>>160789"I am partial to Pambi or White Swan, they sound interesting. But Casa Blank Flanks sounds like it is appropriate for date. Do you like romance?"
>>160831"I am not familiar much with any of this." She answers. "You chose one."
>>160833Silver thinks to himself for a moment, before asking for two tickets to "The White Swan".
>>160834The red earth pony colt takes the total - 4 bits - and gives Silver two tickets to White Swan.
>>160835Silver leads his date by the hoof into the cinema.
>>160836Khoi's grip is fairly weak on Silver, but she does not hesitate to let Silver hold her hoof. They move inside the pink carpeted building with its dim lights, concession stand, and its many posters of black and white stallions in fedoras and trench coats carefully holding hidden revolvers, or of a mare terrified at a green eyed Abyssinian standing tall in a dark doorway. Silver may not chose to purchase concessions if desired.
>>160838Silver looks around with wide, excited eyes. He looks at the posters for various movies, oooing at the gangsters and aaaahing at the Abyssinian. He also at least checks out the concession stand to see what they have.
>>160839As in
>>78287 →Popcorn, pretzels, peanuts, haydogs... various sodas. No sugar based candies
>>160840Silver looks to his date.
"Do you want anything? I want to get some popcorn and soda. Have full cinema experience."
>>160841She looks up at Silver, and blinks. “What is popcorn?” She blinks again. “And what is soda?”
>>160842Silver blinks in turn.
"Oh. Uh, popcorn is what you get when you heat kernals of corn, they explode out from their shells and turn into fluffy white pieces of foodstuff, then you cover them in butter and salt. Soda is sweetened, carbonated, caffinated beverage. I think there used to be type of soda that had cocaine instead of caffine, but they stopped that."
>>160844"So, so you want any snacks? They also have pretzels, peanuts, haydogs..."
>>160846"Well, what do you want, love?"
>>160847"I want an Aryan man to cum inside my horse pussy to save the white race," she sheepishly exclaims.
She punctuates her statement, "I suppose a Polish sausage will do nicely!"
>>160780Ah, so only halfway there.
Amber grumbles, "And these two statues are part of a set?"
>>160849As Mason raises the last board on the box, and starts to hammer it in, Helm turns back to Amber and smiles.
"Yes and no. No, these are not part of a proper set. The beauty that is being boxed up now is over a thousand years old and belongs to an unknown artist from an indigenous Hertzland culture. This-" He places a claw on the back of the statue of the hound, and for a moment, amber may be afraid that the thing will turn and bite him, so realistic does it look. "Was sculpted by the artist Georgi Genovicci in a straight, almost sleepless three week period, after he awoke in a cold sweat one morning, saying he saw the thing in a dream. No, they do not share the same origin, nor subject matter, nor even material. They are not what we would normally think of as a 'set'."
Mason finishes the hammering, and sets the hammer down. He looks upwards towards the ceiling in bewilderment. All in the room can hear the sound of banging, but Mason is the only to notice that he has stopped hammering.
"But yes, they are a set, as both are going to the same new owner in New Manehattan. And that is why we are moving these here."
>>160848I was with you until you said "Polish." Hitler would not approve.
>>160847If what she wants is for Silver to inseminate her to start a new race of half-breeds, she does not announce so right here.
"I don't really know what those are..." She answers.
>>160850"So
this one has a definite history. Good to know at least, but I have no idea why a sculptor would recreate his nightmare…I wonder if the other had a similar origin, and is just older and by a different griffon.."
>>160851"I meant to say "German" instead of "Polish," she abruptly cried, blushing lightly.
"It's just that I get excited at the thought of European nationalism and that, despite it, they might want to cum in my pony pussy," she quickly blurts out, slightly retreating as she does so, bashfully mock-folding one foreleg over the other.
"Maybe I could just go for a nice pretzel?"
Hey I saw that
>>160852Helm looks down on the hound with a loving glance, as if it were his own beloved hunting dog, and gently rubs his claw against its "back."
"Oh I can see why. He had a vision of something older. More primal. Unmitigated. And what a fine job of turning that vision into reality. As for the other... We can only speculate. Perhaps it came in a vision or dream. Perhaps he saw it with his own eyes."
Mason turns around.
"Ready."
>>160855Amber looks at him touching the horrid statue with barely veiled revulsion.
"Let's get this done with."
>>160857“Which fo you want to move first?” He asks. “This’ll go to a car outside.”
>>160859The statue of the Griffin, while seemingly containing a core of metal, is otherwise comprised of bone or ivory or some similar lightweight substance, and as it is largely hollow and adorned in amber, it isn’t very heavy. The hound is larger and is composed of solid stone. It is much heavier.
The hound may be grabbed by the creature’s barrel, or at its base.
“Careful not to grab onto the wings, lest they break.”
>>160860Amber grabs onto the base. How would such an ancient artifact be made hollow? Knowledge of ancient technology and magic is clearly lacking.
>>160851Silver smiles at his kirin.
"Pretzels are baked bread snacks covered in salt, usually made into twists. Peanuts are type of nut, like name suggests. Haydogs are like hayburgers, but hay patties are long and shaped like dog's body."
>>160861The hound, for all of its malign glory, does not have an energy, or stigma emanating from it. Not like the other. Thankfully even that has declined significantly since the other was boxed and incased in wood.
It’s level ground through the door, across the storage room, to the base of the stairs.
[1d20 = 7][1d20 = 8]>>160862She tilts her head.
“Um… maybe a pretzel.” She answers. “And… maybe peanuts?” She holds her teeth down, looks up, and extends her right foreleg, hoof angled down in a questioning pose.
>>160863Silver orders a thing of popcorn, a pretzel, a thing of peanuts, and gets both himself and his date a pair of sodas.
>>160865It's heavy, but they make it all the same through the threshold and across the floor. When they come to the stairs, Amber is placed on the side walking back up the stairs, while Helm and Mason are both on the bottom side, holding the statue up. It's awkward and heavy to lead up the stairs, but it occurs all the same. On the way up, Mason looks around, like a dog in the night, who sits up to attention at an unheard provocation. They make it to the threshold to the first floor.
>>160867The statue is temporarily set down in the hallway, just outside the door.
Roll wisdom, or rather, listen.
>>160869Amber can hear sounds down the hallway, past a bend and to the entry foyer where new creatures enter and speak. She can hear talking in the library (the room she was in previously) that consists of simply direct questions and orders.
>>160870"Shhh. I hear creatures down there, sounds like intruders. They're not guests."
>>160871Amber knows what she doesn’t hear, and she doesn’t hear laughter or jovial speech.
Helm whispers:
“Could the police be here?”
Mason backs into the threshold of the basement, and from under his coat draws a pistol, albeit an odd pistol that is very long, big, and has the magazine in front of the handle.
>>160872"It's not revelers," Amber remarks grimly. "Should we make an exit?"
>>160873Helm:
“No no. Let me go talk to them. They must be local. I can talk them down.”
Helm starts to walk towards the library. Mason stays back, holding his gun tightly.
>>160874Wishing not to be seen just yet, Amber stays with Mason. "Careful with that thing." Are there any visible exits around?
>>160875Yes and no. No, there are no exits to the house that are visible from Amber's position. Yes, there are alternative points of movement away from the locations where the police are suspected (the library and the entry foyer). Going left on the hallway will lead to the library, the entry foyer, the staircase and a few other rooms. Going right in the hallway that Amber is currently at will take her somewhere else.
Mason glares back at Amber, holding the pistol upright. It appears he has his own assessment of the situation independent of both Helm and Amber. Helm is already moving towards the library.
>>160876Amber moves right, away from the entry foyer and, more importantly, away from the agitated griffon with a gun.
>>160877Helm moves away, into the library. There is the sound of talking, then yelling. Mason moves ahead, slowly moving down the hallway.
Amber moves down the hallway to see a rear door, and a doorway that peels off into a kitchen, and then to a different room in the back.
>>160878Is Mason moving toward the Entry Foyer? Amber goes into the kitchen.
>>160879He is slowly moving towards the library, it seems.
[1d20 = 20][1d20 = 2]It's a rather large kitchen, albeit of some sort of older design. It includes a pantry, large cupboards, an island, and slots for wine bottles near the ceiling. There is a window to the outside.
>>160879>>160880Moving in, Amber sees that she is not the only one there - two other griffins have taken up refuge there as well. They crouch down along the floor in the back.