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Silver seems to have stopped the bleeding, after a second attempt at stopping the bleeding.
With the changeling stable, Silver decides to remove the further threat of her turning on him by gathering up all of the nearby weapons.
"What are you doing?" Spectral Streak asks
"Making sure other changelings can not use these weapons."
Only two weapons are visible: the assault rifle, and an Equestrian machine carbine
"No. I mean aiding the enemy there" He answers
Silver looks down at the fallen changeling.
"They are not our enemy at this moment."
Is this a lewd or whoelsome thread right now? Daily Reminder that Faust planned for this duality to exist in every pone.
Wholesome thread. Right now the poners are not in situations where they can be lewded, but who knows how that can change soon?
>>164725>Right now the poners are not in situations where they can be lewded
Heh, how quaint and adorably naive you are. Sounds like a like fucking challenge to me.
You know, it appears to me that in the over 1000 replies of this thread, not a single one is explicit. We really do have an imbalance here.
The creature attempts to breath, still laying there.
"What is that supposed to mean? It would have got you if you hadn't gotten it first. It'll die anyways."
"I do not know if they will live or not. I hope they do or else I would have spent time on them for nothing. They are defeated, and will not come after us again. Therefore, they are no longer our enemy."
Okay, Ambergriff can redo the scene
I suppose with the officer walking past, unless there is a better time
Amber continues to hide behind the sheep, knowing there are other griffons nearby and even against one she might not win a fight.
From far away, she can hear the music. She knows its source is nothing of the external world, but it is vivid all the same. The sound of a bow pressing slowly, but firmly against a string, and then making a sharp turn. And just beyond perception are sounds deeper still, accompanied by colors of purple and yellow, and colors beyond perception that linger like the lights of closed eyes.
The officer shines the light into Amber's stall, and then passes
Amber must wonder to herself whether this is music of horror, or of relief. Does music arise from the experience of ponies and griffons, or is there something deeper, fate perhaps that is closer to music than to directly lived life? Perhaps this musing is an act of desperation itself.
Amber does not dare exhale, and quietly, until the officer passes on.
The sound continues: distant, high pitched reverberations like rubbing against glass. And the same with the colors: pinks and purples constrained by no definite shape, passing from one into another as you may see on the back of your eyelids. All hint at something more, something connected. Something just beyond the ability of the feeble senses to detect its presence... but it is present all the same. But what is more... Amber feels she can control the presentation of the sounds and colors, at least somewhat.
The officer must be afraid too, as he does not come close to the sheep, nor carefully examine the area behind it. He sacrifices thoroughness for the sake of safety, and in the process Amber is left unnoticed. He moves to the next stall, then to the next, and then to the operation room at the very end of the stable.
"Yes they are" He says, walking past the creature and down the hallway. "They have always been our enemy. They were ten years ago... they were long before that, and they are our enemy at this very moment."
"Well, this one is incapacitated."
Silver joins his son in continuing to explore the building for more changeling threats. He starts by peeking through the other side of the split he hasn't been yet.
There is a decent reception area with a long, wooden counter, maroon carpets, seats with aquamarine covers, and a door with WMARE in black letters on it. There is no hallway.
Silver heads into the reception area and cautiously makes his way towards the door. He keeps his Jenny out and at the ready.
Amber focuses on one thing: calmness. Out of a weird, possibly schizophrenic hope this kaleidoscope is some way she can influence this world, she concentrates on tranquility. This is both to settle her own nerves as well as the gracious sheep she is hiding behind.
Without exposing herself Amber observes the officer.
Everypony in this thread is a qt
Don't mind me, just lurking.
... no u!>>164784
The music continues playing, assuming a high pitched but soft, ethereal quality. Is this the sound of the northwind brushing against the edge of the celestial sphere, rubbing against the ether?
The officer continues his pass, and moves some large object in the operation room to look behind it. Finding nothing, he turns around and stares down the center row of the stable, and holds there for several seconds. Then he moves off to the right, opens the door, and exits.>>164822>not checking posts made in April>>164823
Silver encounters nothing on his way to the door.
Further down the hall, Silver can hear the radio
"Confirmed... we've got a device in the Central Administrative Building.... We don't think it's armed"
"Well don't take any fucking chances."
"Found a survivor from a police patrol in the old ghetto. Says there's a hostile presence in the Transportation Ministry."
Spectral Streak quickly turns off the radio, eliminating the source of the noise.
Silver gets against the wall next to the door and puts his ear against it, trying to hear anything that might be on the other side.
Perhaps there is something more distant, and the door vibrates somewhat, presumably from air conditioning…. But otherwise, Silver hears nothing
Silver slowly cracks the door open.
Silver sees a hallway with what seems like offices off to the right, and another hall off to the left. He does not
hear imminent automatic gunfire.
Keeping his Jenny at the ready, he investigates the offices first.
First office: empty, with sone papers on the desk. The second office is also empty, having evidently a number of pay sheets. The final office along the wall is very long, with two sets of windows. This one is empty.
Silver decides to try the hall to the left, in that case.
Silver sees that the hall is relatively long with two doors on the left and two doors on the right, and then a few more doors beyond that.
Spectral Streak has his rifle at the ready, and aims down angles Silver does not, just behind them. The Salmon stallion lags a little further behind, but comes along all the same. He speaks
"We need to be fast. If there is a device here... all they have to do is activate it.:
"And we can not stop them if we rush into ambush and die. We need balance. Everypony take door, check room, and move onto next door."
Silver starts by checking the first door.
"Uh... okay..." The Salmon stallion has his own wounds, and stays behind the two, evidently keeping check of the way behind.
Silver looks into the room to see that it is large, with many shelves with items like plastic masks and silver canisters
"This is very weird room to be in television station. They must be quite prosperous to dedicate entire room to this."
With nothing else of note to draw him in, Silver moves onto the next.
Spectral Streak sticks his head in.
"Looks like props and tapes and such. I found more offices."
The next room down is also rather large. It has tile floors, a couple tables, counters and two sinks along the edge, and a refrigerator.
"This one is like small mess hall."
Out of curiosity, Silver quickly looks to see if the room as a first aid station.
If it does, it must be in the cabinets, as nothing is separate.
Silver quickly checks the cabinets.
Silver does indeed find a first aid kit in the third cabinet, although the first aid kit is relatively simple, with bandages, pins, iodine, non-narcotic pain killers, and rubbing alcohol.
Every little bit helps. Silver takes it with him before he checks the next room.
The next room…. Silver opens to see stairs
Amber stays in hush suspense for several seconds before quietly thanking the sheep and creeping out of the stable, mindful to not make any noise or to be visible from a window. Although she had made a distraction, she was not successful in stealing the car like last time. But hopefully her friends are aware of what's up and will stay hidden.
Amber climbs the steps to the top floor of the barn for a better view.