In the south in the Kululu Forest, Posey searches for a lost instrument of war. In Baltimare, Kira establishes herself, while Silver enjoys a brief respite. In Hellquill, Amber prepares to play her music to the dictator of Hellquill. Elsewhere, trouble brews.
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>>174485
>>174491
>drugs and medical supplies
>syringes and brown vials
Anything worth keeping here? Maybe something that a fake-doctor might trade to some colleagues at the university for some extra bits?
>besides weapons and ammunition
What kind of weapons?
>sets of bullets
If any of these look like magic ammo, I'll check it out.
>some strange armor
Good armor? An upgrade to Posey's nommasterwork chain shirt?
>There is some money, though not that much.
How much money in total?
>a few rings
Ohh, that's treasure. How many is a few? Do they look valuable/magical? Posey checks these carefully.
>playing cards
Posey scrutinizes these very hard, believing them to be magical tarot cards at first. She looks at leach deck carefully, searching for a Deck Of Illusions, or a Deck of Campaign Derailment Many Things.
>ferry passes or movie tickets
... Well, are they still good? Posey might want to take Gloomy for a movie.
Posey uses her Detect Magic SLA to detect any magic in the ship or bags, scanning for magical items, arcane locks, or secret chests.
>>174491
Aye. Turns out cutting yourself in for sadomasochistic ecstacy isn't a reliable method of appraising salvage.
>>174491
>drugs and medical supplies
>syringes and brown vials
Anything worth keeping here? Maybe something that a fake-doctor might trade to some colleagues at the university for some extra bits?
>besides weapons and ammunition
What kind of weapons?
>sets of bullets
If any of these look like magic ammo, I'll check it out.
>some strange armor
Good armor? An upgrade to Posey's nommasterwork chain shirt?
>There is some money, though not that much.
How much money in total?
>a few rings
Ohh, that's treasure. How many is a few? Do they look valuable/magical? Posey checks these carefully.
>playing cards
Posey scrutinizes these very hard, believing them to be magical tarot cards at first. She looks at leach deck carefully, searching for a Deck Of Illusions, or a Deck of
>ferry passes or movie tickets
... Well, are they still good? Posey might want to take Gloomy for a movie.
Posey uses her Detect Magic SLA to detect any magic in the ship or bags, scanning for magical items, arcane locks, or secret chests.
>>174491
Aye. Turns out cutting yourself in for sadomasochistic ecstacy isn't a reliable method of appraising salvage.
>>174485
Amber gives descriptions of both the purloined dress and the stallion (if additional details are accessible without a previous examination turn).
"Don't worry, I'd know it if he came back!" Amber sputters, eager to make it up to High Sewn for her apparent "failure." She knows, of course, that it's exceedingly unlikely since she nearly caught him.
Amber gives descriptions of both the purloined dress and the stallion (if additional details are accessible without a previous examination turn).
"Don't worry, I'd know it if he came back!" Amber sputters, eager to make it up to High Sewn for her apparent "failure." She knows, of course, that it's exceedingly unlikely since she nearly caught him.
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>>174490
>The Priest has gone through a bag brought over by the drowned, and has removed a pack of cigarettes.
Based and deathpilled. Milk that poison immunity.
Have a vintage cigarette video, for what I assume is close to the period this is set in.
>The Priest has gone through a bag brought over by the drowned, and has removed a pack of cigarettes.
Based and deathpilled. Milk that poison immunity.
Have a vintage cigarette video, for what I assume is close to the period this is set in.
>>174491
>>174493
Posey looks through the items and tries to discern their value.
The diamond dogs seem to have placed a special emphasis on firearms, but Posey, for the death of her, cannot understand why. These weapons are designed to be used by anyone with minimal skill and training - any real warrior or mage needs special born skills and a decade of training. And the sights are calibrated out to 300 yards or more - how cowardly! Modern military grade weapons aren’t really in high demand anyways, nor are they very expensive. More importantly, these are illegal to possess. It’s basically the only thing the military forces care about, and won’t just wave through.
The second item they prize is drugs. Again, this is something that could only ever be valued by the living and us of no use to the undead. Morphine is the most common. Posey can just get that from the school if she needed it. Chloroquine and Sulfadiazine, as well as penicillin, plasma, and a couple varieties of anti-venom are also present besides simple saline solution, propanol and iodine.
There’s a can of bullets, a few magazines for multiple types of firearms, then a number of clips, with clips being the most common. Only two clips seem have magic bullets. However, there is a crystal that may have belonged to a magic rifle. Ammunition will also attract the attention of the military at checkpoints
Armor includes a few flak jackets (including ones damaged by Posey and the ghast), and a pair of what seems to be a kind of partial plate armor that obviously is not fitted for ponies. It does not seem to be magic.
It would be simple to say that Posey has found 247 bits and 186 dollarydoos, 24 Thalers and 38 Abyssinian Birrs. However, the bits especially are from several generations of currency. Only the dollarydoos are in paper; everything else is in coins, and the bits predate the occupation.
There are three rings. Two silver, one gold. There is one silver bracelet. None seem to be magical.
There are three sets of cards, though it must be noted that they have signs of water damage. The magical significance of the cards escapes Posey. However, Turn Card comes up, and picks up a set of cards. He pulls out the stack, and starts shuffling then, performing tricks in the air. He’s rather adept at it.
Turn Card says, with somewhat lidded eyes,
“Yes. I have a bit more… body.”
He presents the set of cards to Posey
“Pick a card”
The two ferry passes are from Hoovesplain to New Freedide, and from Starfall to Sunset. They seem to be used. The two movie tickets are stubs, respectively for Blue River Valley at 6:15 PM December 26, 1011, for the Nickelodeon in White Flower. The second is for [i]Island Breeze[i] at 2:00 PM for the Cinnamon Cinema in Mareaway, dated March 29, 1012. These are used.
>>174494
“Mhmmm. Now write it down so it can be used later, and inform Guy when he comes, so he can know who to look out for. I would file a police report, though I know they won’t do anything, if I didn’t have so much to do. Perhaps I still will. Put the dresses back up.”
>>174493
Posey looks through the items and tries to discern their value.
The diamond dogs seem to have placed a special emphasis on firearms, but Posey, for the death of her, cannot understand why. These weapons are designed to be used by anyone with minimal skill and training - any real warrior or mage needs special born skills and a decade of training. And the sights are calibrated out to 300 yards or more - how cowardly! Modern military grade weapons aren’t really in high demand anyways, nor are they very expensive. More importantly, these are illegal to possess. It’s basically the only thing the military forces care about, and won’t just wave through.
The second item they prize is drugs. Again, this is something that could only ever be valued by the living and us of no use to the undead. Morphine is the most common. Posey can just get that from the school if she needed it. Chloroquine and Sulfadiazine, as well as penicillin, plasma, and a couple varieties of anti-venom are also present besides simple saline solution, propanol and iodine.
There’s a can of bullets, a few magazines for multiple types of firearms, then a number of clips, with clips being the most common. Only two clips seem have magic bullets. However, there is a crystal that may have belonged to a magic rifle. Ammunition will also attract the attention of the military at checkpoints
Armor includes a few flak jackets (including ones damaged by Posey and the ghast), and a pair of what seems to be a kind of partial plate armor that obviously is not fitted for ponies. It does not seem to be magic.
It would be simple to say that Posey has found 247 bits and 186 dollarydoos, 24 Thalers and 38 Abyssinian Birrs. However, the bits especially are from several generations of currency. Only the dollarydoos are in paper; everything else is in coins, and the bits predate the occupation.
There are three rings. Two silver, one gold. There is one silver bracelet. None seem to be magical.
There are three sets of cards, though it must be noted that they have signs of water damage. The magical significance of the cards escapes Posey. However, Turn Card comes up, and picks up a set of cards. He pulls out the stack, and starts shuffling then, performing tricks in the air. He’s rather adept at it.
Turn Card says, with somewhat lidded eyes,
“Yes. I have a bit more… body.”
He presents the set of cards to Posey
“Pick a card”
The two ferry passes are from Hoovesplain to New Freedide, and from Starfall to Sunset. They seem to be used. The two movie tickets are stubs, respectively for Blue River Valley at 6:15 PM December 26, 1011, for the Nickelodeon in White Flower. The second is for [i]Island Breeze[i] at 2:00 PM for the Cinnamon Cinema in Mareaway, dated March 29, 1012. These are used.
>>174494
“Mhmmm. Now write it down so it can be used later, and inform Guy when he comes, so he can know who to look out for. I would file a police report, though I know they won’t do anything, if I didn’t have so much to do. Perhaps I still will. Put the dresses back up.”
>>174499
"Yes, ma'am," Amber answers, intending to do exactly that. She slowly shakes her head in disbelief at the crime rate in the city.
"Yes, ma'am," Amber answers, intending to do exactly that. She slowly shakes her head in disbelief at the crime rate in the city.
>>174499
>military cares about gunz
Posey is only proficient in simple and archaic weapons anyway, and the same would apply to non-intelligent undead she creates (unless made from soldiers), so she has no problem leaving them behind.
Also, Posey prefers to use her Compound Bow at a range to take better advantage of her supernatural strength, plus biblical myth.
>The second item they prize is drugs. Again, this is something that could only ever be valued by the living and us of no use to the undead. Morphine is the most common. Posey can just get that from the school if she needed it. Chloroquine and Sulfadiazine, as well as penicillin, plasma, and a couple varieties of anti-venom are also present besides simple saline solution, propanol and iodine.
So basically Healer's Kits: treasure under the Goods section. They're worth 50 for each, so each one sold is as much as the material components for a single skeleton/zombie each.
How many in total?
>Only two clips seem have magic bullets. However, there is a crystal that may have belonged to a magic rifle.
No magic weapon left behind.
Posey opens her guts and takes 20 to craft an internal pocket (DC 20) to store the items in, with her skin rapidly regrowing over the wound, aides by her damage reduction and charnel touch. This process takes about 10 minutes of cutting and rehealing.
>partial plate armor that obviously is not fitted for ponies
Non-humanoid Half-Plate? That's worth 1,200 gp, enough to Trade in for a lvl 1 wand, or other items. Posey takes it.
She leaves the flak jackets behind on the basis that they're more likely to be scrutinized as things taken from soldiers, while the archaic weapons and armor are "historic antiques".
>186 dollarydoos
How much is a dollarydoo worth? A bit is a gold piece, right?
>There are three rings. Two silver, one gold. There is one silver bracelet.
Reeeeeeee silver!
Posey takes them anyway. She'll resell them later, or possibly trade them for different jewelry.
>Pick a card
Posey picks the Ace Of Hearts.
>military cares about gunz
Posey is only proficient in simple and archaic weapons anyway, and the same would apply to non-intelligent undead she creates (unless made from soldiers), so she has no problem leaving them behind.
Also, Posey prefers to use her Compound Bow at a range to take better advantage of her supernatural strength, plus biblical myth.
>The second item they prize is drugs. Again, this is something that could only ever be valued by the living and us of no use to the undead. Morphine is the most common. Posey can just get that from the school if she needed it. Chloroquine and Sulfadiazine, as well as penicillin, plasma, and a couple varieties of anti-venom are also present besides simple saline solution, propanol and iodine.
So basically Healer's Kits: treasure under the Goods section. They're worth 50 for each, so each one sold is as much as the material components for a single skeleton/zombie each.
How many in total?
>Only two clips seem have magic bullets. However, there is a crystal that may have belonged to a magic rifle.
No magic weapon left behind.
Posey opens her guts and takes 20 to craft an internal pocket (DC 20) to store the items in, with her skin rapidly regrowing over the wound, aides by her damage reduction and charnel touch. This process takes about 10 minutes of cutting and rehealing.
>partial plate armor that obviously is not fitted for ponies
Non-humanoid Half-Plate? That's worth 1,200 gp, enough to Trade in for a lvl 1 wand, or other items. Posey takes it.
She leaves the flak jackets behind on the basis that they're more likely to be scrutinized as things taken from soldiers, while the archaic weapons and armor are "historic antiques".
>186 dollarydoos
How much is a dollarydoo worth? A bit is a gold piece, right?
>There are three rings. Two silver, one gold. There is one silver bracelet.
Reeeeeeee silver!
Posey takes them anyway. She'll resell them later, or possibly trade them for different jewelry.
>Pick a card
Posey picks the Ace Of Hearts.
>>174500
High Sewn moves around in the store looking at the shelves, and checks rows of dresses, especially near where Amber is now placing the recovered dresses back up
"With that lost dress, the window we had to replace last week, I don't think we're going to make our target for the month... not like it was going to happen anyways, with the price increases... And the new taxes..."
She looks over towards Amber
"I'd love to stay up here, but I have to finish these custom orders." And tilting her head
"Please guard the store, will you?"
High Sewn moves around in the store looking at the shelves, and checks rows of dresses, especially near where Amber is now placing the recovered dresses back up
"With that lost dress, the window we had to replace last week, I don't think we're going to make our target for the month... not like it was going to happen anyways, with the price increases... And the new taxes..."
She looks over towards Amber
"I'd love to stay up here, but I have to finish these custom orders." And tilting her head
"Please guard the store, will you?"
>>174504
Amber nods. "You got it." She can't help but feel worried for the older mare, who seems dangerously close to falling on hard times. No wonder just a single dress matters so much to her.
Amber nods. "You got it." She can't help but feel worried for the older mare, who seems dangerously close to falling on hard times. No wonder just a single dress matters so much to her.
>>174505
High Sewn, still looking distressed, goes into the back room, leaving Amber alone in the front. She already had the door to the back room wide open, but now she periodically gets up and looks into the main store. A middle-aged mare comes in, looking for semi-formal dresses - oddly similar to the ones involved in the previous incident - and a stallion comes in looking for children's undergarments. But the shift is more or less uneventful until the lunch break.
High Sewn, still looking distressed, goes into the back room, leaving Amber alone in the front. She already had the door to the back room wide open, but now she periodically gets up and looks into the main store. A middle-aged mare comes in, looking for semi-formal dresses - oddly similar to the ones involved in the previous incident - and a stallion comes in looking for children's undergarments. But the shift is more or less uneventful until the lunch break.
>>174506
Amber sighs. Is this what city life is really like, getting worked up over routine things because nopony is honest? She sullenly sits out her lunch break.
Amber sighs. Is this what city life is really like, getting worked up over routine things because nopony is honest? She sullenly sits out her lunch break.
>>174507
Amber may want to use the lunch break to go out and walk the city, or converse with High Sewn, and in the future she may want to see if it’s possible to share the ex break with Mustard Trim. But if she wishes to stay, and wishes to sulk, she may certainly do so. High Sewn has expressed a desire for an early inventory check anyways.
High Sewn herself is not going out for lunch, and she has not brought a lunch with her (which of course Amber may also do in the future). She says she’s fasting as a part of a diet. Though she does not remain in one place, when her work takes her near Amber, she will volunteer opinions like a strong distaste for recent rules concerning the one-approved-union, and the ongoing supply shortages from a factory out in Fillydelphia.
Amber may want to use the lunch break to go out and walk the city, or converse with High Sewn, and in the future she may want to see if it’s possible to share the ex break with Mustard Trim. But if she wishes to stay, and wishes to sulk, she may certainly do so. High Sewn has expressed a desire for an early inventory check anyways.
High Sewn herself is not going out for lunch, and she has not brought a lunch with her (which of course Amber may also do in the future). She says she’s fasting as a part of a diet. Though she does not remain in one place, when her work takes her near Amber, she will volunteer opinions like a strong distaste for recent rules concerning the one-approved-union, and the ongoing supply shortages from a factory out in Fillydelphia.
>>174508
Amber may as well stretch her legs and trot around the block. She's spent long-enough in the store as-is. Before she leaves, though, she asks what a union is and what it has to do with the store.
Amber may as well stretch her legs and trot around the block. She's spent long-enough in the store as-is. Before she leaves, though, she asks what a union is and what it has to do with the store.
>>174510
"If you say so…" Amber replies, though she doesn't like being kept in the dark. She's not a foal, she should know all this already! Maybe she could ask a passerby during her trot.
"If you say so…" Amber replies, though she doesn't like being kept in the dark. She's not a foal, she should know all this already! Maybe she could ask a passerby during her trot.
>>174512
The center of the city, where Amber works, is nicer, cleaner, and (feels) safer than the more easterly section where Amber lives. It’s pleasant enough for a noon-trot.
There aren’t a whole lot of ponies about, but the city feels very far from empty. Amber is periodically tormented by smells like baked bread or boiled cabbage from restaurants and bakeries she passes.
The center of the city, where Amber works, is nicer, cleaner, and (feels) safer than the more easterly section where Amber lives. It’s pleasant enough for a noon-trot.
There aren’t a whole lot of ponies about, but the city feels very far from empty. Amber is periodically tormented by smells like baked bread or boiled cabbage from restaurants and bakeries she passes.
>>174513
She'll have a taste of all of them…soon. She keeps reminding herself that. Amber saunters into a bakery and looks over the products. "It's a nice day today, isn't it?" she remarks to the baker.
She'll have a taste of all of them…soon. She keeps reminding herself that. Amber saunters into a bakery and looks over the products. "It's a nice day today, isn't it?" she remarks to the baker.
>>174485
>It’s quite a few saddle bags, and Posey likely can’t get everything.
I would like to estimate the number of Healer's Kits by their combined weight. How much does the medical equipment weigh in total?
The Bone Lurker can fly carrying over 3000 pounds.
>It’s quite a few saddle bags, and Posey likely can’t get everything.
I would like to estimate the number of Healer's Kits by their combined weight. How much does the medical equipment weigh in total?
The Bone Lurker can fly carrying over 3000 pounds.
>>174514
The bakery has is mostly white on the inside, with a black chalkboard displaying prices, and glass display cases with a few kinds of pastries as well as large loafs of bread. Amber could get a sandwich if she had the money.
A tan colored earth pony stallion with a white uniform and hat takes a moment to reply to Amber
"Indeed. Especially compared to the rain we've been having."
The bakery has is mostly white on the inside, with a black chalkboard displaying prices, and glass display cases with a few kinds of pastries as well as large loafs of bread. Amber could get a sandwich if she had the money.
A tan colored earth pony stallion with a white uniform and hat takes a moment to reply to Amber
"Indeed. Especially compared to the rain we've been having."
>>174517
If.
"Well, it's winter. That's just how it is," she says in her podunk accent, still eyeing the food. "Say, you heard about the 'one-approved-union' that's been mentioned around? I don't know much about it or what it does."
If.
"Well, it's winter. That's just how it is," she says in her podunk accent, still eyeing the food. "Say, you heard about the 'one-approved-union' that's been mentioned around? I don't know much about it or what it does."
>>174502
No. She is caught in eternal limbo.
>>174503
>>174515
Turn Card smiles widely, and sits down in front of Posey
"Ace of Hearts. And here I thought you'd go for the queen." Raising his eyebrows, "Fitting all the same."
He takes the card out, shows it to Posey, then places it in the middle of the stack. Then, he begins to shuffle it with his hooves, flipping through the cards in a display. He moves his wings out and extends his wingtips, and moves the cards from his hooves to the fingers at the end of his wings, and stands up. Flipping the cards, he moves the cards over his head and behind on his back, shuffling the cards and flipping them outside of his range of vision, back and forth between the wing tips. He smiles, making eye contact with Posey. After flipping and shuffling the cards several times, he sits back down and moves the deck back to his hooves, placing the stack on his open left hoof, and with his right hoof, takes the card on the top of the stack and flips it over, smiling widely and showing off his fangs. It's the Ace of Hearts.
"Was this your card?"
>healers kits
Seven of them, weighing about 100 lbs in total.
>dollarydoo
Posey doesn't exactly trade foreign currency in her day job; she doesn't know.
>Posey opens her guts and takes 20 to craft an internal pocket (DC 20) to store the items in
o... kay then...
>>174518
"Oh, yeah." He says
"So uh... I'm guessing you're not from around here? How long have you lived here?"
No. She is caught in eternal limbo.
>>174503
>>174515
Turn Card smiles widely, and sits down in front of Posey
"Ace of Hearts. And here I thought you'd go for the queen." Raising his eyebrows, "Fitting all the same."
He takes the card out, shows it to Posey, then places it in the middle of the stack. Then, he begins to shuffle it with his hooves, flipping through the cards in a display. He moves his wings out and extends his wingtips, and moves the cards from his hooves to the fingers at the end of his wings, and stands up. Flipping the cards, he moves the cards over his head and behind on his back, shuffling the cards and flipping them outside of his range of vision, back and forth between the wing tips. He smiles, making eye contact with Posey. After flipping and shuffling the cards several times, he sits back down and moves the deck back to his hooves, placing the stack on his open left hoof, and with his right hoof, takes the card on the top of the stack and flips it over, smiling widely and showing off his fangs. It's the Ace of Hearts.
"Was this your card?"
>healers kits
Seven of them, weighing about 100 lbs in total.
>dollarydoo
Posey doesn't exactly trade foreign currency in her day job; she doesn't know.
>Posey opens her guts and takes 20 to craft an internal pocket (DC 20) to store the items in
o... kay then...
>>174518
"Oh, yeah." He says
"So uh... I'm guessing you're not from around here? How long have you lived here?"
>>174519
""Only about a week. Everything here is so…different compared to the countryside. I haven't seen so many ponies–or other creatures–and I'm flummoxed as to how things work around here."
""Only about a week. Everything here is so…different compared to the countryside. I haven't seen so many ponies–or other creatures–and I'm flummoxed as to how things work around here."
>>174520
"Oh. So you are new here. Well, so, in Baltimare, much of the work force had unionized. More so in the docks and warehouses and the factories, less so in the... in the bakeries and food industries, but it was a majority of the workers in the city who would be a part of the big unions like CANT and TER, and they would organize strikes and bargain against the big companies and the factory owners for better hours and wages. Then the Fascists came in - the, the uh, the New Marelanders - and they shut all of the unions down. Then they made the 'Baltimare Labor Council' which is supposed to be the one union all workers are a part of, qualifying workers anyways, which approves strikes and bargains with the permission of the government here. They say they are focused on 'Improving production' which of course means they let the companies do whatever they want. About what you would expect, really."
"Oh. So you are new here. Well, so, in Baltimare, much of the work force had unionized. More so in the docks and warehouses and the factories, less so in the... in the bakeries and food industries, but it was a majority of the workers in the city who would be a part of the big unions like CANT and TER, and they would organize strikes and bargain against the big companies and the factory owners for better hours and wages. Then the Fascists came in - the, the uh, the New Marelanders - and they shut all of the unions down. Then they made the 'Baltimare Labor Council' which is supposed to be the one union all workers are a part of, qualifying workers anyways, which approves strikes and bargains with the permission of the government here. They say they are focused on 'Improving production' which of course means they let the companies do whatever they want. About what you would expect, really."
>>174521
Amber tries to process all of this. "Okay, I see. What are the recent rules that have been passed for the union? My manager doesn't seem to like them."
Amber tries to process all of this. "Okay, I see. What are the recent rules that have been passed for the union? My manager doesn't seem to like them."
>>174522
"I don't really know... it doesn't apply here... Production targets, price limits. That's a big thing. Compliance with the occupation government. Something like that, I think."
"I don't really know... it doesn't apply here... Production targets, price limits. That's a big thing. Compliance with the occupation government. Something like that, I think."
>>174523
Amber is a little disappointed that he doesn't know the specifics. Then again, the stallion said that bakery workers weren't usually part of the union. "Why is it mainly dockworkers and factory workers that are in the union, and not other ponies?" she asks curiously, being ignorant of the controversial implications of this topic.
Amber is a little disappointed that he doesn't know the specifics. Then again, the stallion said that bakery workers weren't usually part of the union. "Why is it mainly dockworkers and factory workers that are in the union, and not other ponies?" she asks curiously, being ignorant of the controversial implications of this topic.
>>174524
"There were thousands of them, working together for big, wealthy companies, and not receiving much pay. Equestria depended on them, and they worked long, hard hours. It was from their ranks that CANT was formed, and the same with the other big unions. As for now, well, small businesses don't have to have their workers join, though they change the rules periodically. But mostly it doesn't apply to the small restaurants and shops."
"There were thousands of them, working together for big, wealthy companies, and not receiving much pay. Equestria depended on them, and they worked long, hard hours. It was from their ranks that CANT was formed, and the same with the other big unions. As for now, well, small businesses don't have to have their workers join, though they change the rules periodically. But mostly it doesn't apply to the small restaurants and shops."
>>174525
Now Amber is curious. "If those workers were so important to Equestria, then why did the union that they made get replaced by one big one? I don't see how that would be better for them. And don't they have the same function anyway?"
Now Amber is curious. "If those workers were so important to Equestria, then why did the union that they made get replaced by one big one? I don't see how that would be better for them. And don't they have the same function anyway?"
>>174526
"Oh well that's the Fascists who did that. You see, uh, the big unions were wrapped up in politics, with their leaders and many of their members into far-left politics like syndicalism. Also the old unions were supposedly tied with crime but that's a whole other thing. This was a big issue back in the days of Governor Ash and the Princesses. And the Fascists, of course, shut down all of the unions in Baltimare. There was a revolt afterwards... They didn't win. The Fascists don't like anything that isn't controlled by the State anyways. So they replaced all of the unions with one that's supposed to be controlled by the local government but really controlled by them. Of course that means that they don't like their members engaging in Anarchist politics and they try to cut down on that, and on company heads who yearn too loudly for the days of the princesses. It's about control, mostly. That, and production. They want to keep factories running and keep the workers working."
"Oh well that's the Fascists who did that. You see, uh, the big unions were wrapped up in politics, with their leaders and many of their members into far-left politics like syndicalism. Also the old unions were supposedly tied with crime but that's a whole other thing. This was a big issue back in the days of Governor Ash and the Princesses. And the Fascists, of course, shut down all of the unions in Baltimare. There was a revolt afterwards... They didn't win. The Fascists don't like anything that isn't controlled by the State anyways. So they replaced all of the unions with one that's supposed to be controlled by the local government but really controlled by them. Of course that means that they don't like their members engaging in Anarchist politics and they try to cut down on that, and on company heads who yearn too loudly for the days of the princesses. It's about control, mostly. That, and production. They want to keep factories running and keep the workers working."
>>174527
"So union ponies are the ones who are breaking windows and stealing dresses?" Amber asks with a shocked expression. "Why would ponies who make stuff ever want to break and steal what other ponies have made?" She looks quite uncertain and conflicted.
"So union ponies are the ones who are breaking windows and stealing dresses?" Amber asks with a shocked expression. "Why would ponies who make stuff ever want to break and steal what other ponies have made?" She looks quite uncertain and conflicted.
>>174529
"Well, recently a window was broken and the owner told me that whoever did it was an 'anarchist,' and she might've mentioned syndicalism too. Just today some dresses were stolen from that very same shop too. Could there be a link to those old union members?" She asks this question with more focus and looks at the stallion in the eyes.
"Well, recently a window was broken and the owner told me that whoever did it was an 'anarchist,' and she might've mentioned syndicalism too. Just today some dresses were stolen from that very same shop too. Could there be a link to those old union members?" She asks this question with more focus and looks at the stallion in the eyes.
>>174530
"Uh, oh. Well I don't really know. Maybe? It could be an unemployed stallion, or maybe someone who lost something or someone in the revolt. There have been windows broken around here. I think some ponies blame businesses for the revolt failing, as they think the owners sided with the fascists over the anarchists. And the thief, well, I'm guessing that was just a thief. But I don't really know."
"Uh, oh. Well I don't really know. Maybe? It could be an unemployed stallion, or maybe someone who lost something or someone in the revolt. There have been windows broken around here. I think some ponies blame businesses for the revolt failing, as they think the owners sided with the fascists over the anarchists. And the thief, well, I'm guessing that was just a thief. But I don't really know."
>>174531
The little pony narrows her eyes in irritation. "What's a stallion gonna do with three dresses? It ain't right to steal anyway. And how can they go about blaming every little business for somethin'?" She takes a deep breath to calm down, concludes, "Thanks fer the chat but I oughta go. Have a nice day," and turns to leave. If the stallion has nothing more to say she will head back to the clothing shop.
The little pony narrows her eyes in irritation. "What's a stallion gonna do with three dresses? It ain't right to steal anyway. And how can they go about blaming every little business for somethin'?" She takes a deep breath to calm down, concludes, "Thanks fer the chat but I oughta go. Have a nice day," and turns to leave. If the stallion has nothing more to say she will head back to the clothing shop.
>>174532
He presses his own lips together and moves his head back
"I don't know. I don't have any use for one dress! I just sell pastries."
He has absolutely no desire to say anything else. The little pony may go on her merry way.
High Sewn is sitting in a chair with a glass of what may or may not be water on the table next to her.
He presses his own lips together and moves his head back
"I don't know. I don't have any use for one dress! I just sell pastries."
He has absolutely no desire to say anything else. The little pony may go on her merry way.
High Sewn is sitting in a chair with a glass of what may or may not be water on the table next to her.
>>174533
Amber walks over. "I might have a lead on who is responsible for breaking the window."
I need to sleep now
Amber walks over. "I might have a lead on who is responsible for breaking the window."
I need to sleep now
>>174534
She looks over towards Amber, with her long muzzle. She raises an eyebrow
"Hmmm? And who might that be?"
She looks over towards Amber, with her long muzzle. She raises an eyebrow
"Hmmm? And who might that be?"
>>174485
>It’s quite a few saddle bags, and Posry likely can’t get everything.
I already said the Bone Lurker can fly carrying over 3000 pounds.
Posey leaves the weapons (except for the electric polearm) and useless items behind.
How much do the medical supplies, and just the medical supplies, weigh in total?
>It’s quite a few saddle bags, and Posry likely can’t get everything.
I already said the Bone Lurker can fly carrying over 3000 pounds.
Posey leaves the weapons (except for the electric polearm) and useless items behind.
How much do the medical supplies, and just the medical supplies, weigh in total?
>>174519
Pardon, I missed this post.
>"Was this your card?"
Posey's golden eyes widen at this magical display that has seemingly no verbal components.
"What Sorcery is this?!"
Pointless spellcraft check
[1d20+16 = (8+16) = 24]
>Seven of them, weighing about 100 lbs in total.
Ah, not as many as I hoped, but money is money.
>Posey doesn't exactly trade foreign currency in her day job; she doesn't know.
I'll just mark it on my sheet to trade in for later.
Pardon, I missed this post.
>"Was this your card?"
Posey's golden eyes widen at this magical display that has seemingly no verbal components.
"What Sorcery is this?!"
Pointless spellcraft check
[1d20+16 = (8+16) = 24]
>Seven of them, weighing about 100 lbs in total.
Ah, not as many as I hoped, but money is money.
>Posey doesn't exactly trade foreign currency in her day job; she doesn't know.
I'll just mark it on my sheet to trade in for later.
>>174537
For the record, a healer's kit (usually consisting of just gauze, stitching equipment, and a bottle of dubious tonic), weighs one pound, so 100 pounds of them would be 100 kits, which if sold would bring Posey back up to her proper WBL.
Posey loads all of the creatures and loot onto the Bone Lurker, ties the cylinders securely, hers on top of it, and orders it to fly off.
The Dreads (floating severed diamond dog arms) pick up weapons they wielded in life and fly alongside, keeping watch for any dragons, Rocs, or other monsters that might attack us while flying.
For the record, a healer's kit (usually consisting of just gauze, stitching equipment, and a bottle of dubious tonic), weighs one pound, so 100 pounds of them would be 100 kits, which if sold would bring Posey back up to her proper WBL.
Posey loads all of the creatures and loot onto the Bone Lurker, ties the cylinders securely, hers on top of it, and orders it to fly off.
The Dreads (floating severed diamond dog arms) pick up weapons they wielded in life and fly alongside, keeping watch for any dragons, Rocs, or other monsters that might attack us while flying.
>>174535
"It's probably a former member of the big unions. Apparently they're known for such nasty things. It gives us something to start from." Amber is unreasonably excited for how broad the category is.
"It's probably a former member of the big unions. Apparently they're known for such nasty things. It gives us something to start from." Amber is unreasonably excited for how broad the category is.
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>>174538
If you haven't picked up yet, this is not a straight dark-fantasy setting. This is a heavily WW2 inspired setting. The medical kits are intended to be like the medical kits carried by combat medics in WW2, and who were embedded one to each platoon, or in the division field surgical hospital. These kits are not the first aid kits an individual soldier may carry. They have opiate painkillers, anti-malaria medications, and other elements that cannot be found in any medieval setting. I could not find a weight for these kits anywhere, however as their contents are large (like 50 malaria tablets) I assume they must be reasonably heavy.
>>174539
She raises an eyebrow
"Really now?"
And takes a sip, levitating her drink with her magic up to her muzzle
"I suppose that's plausible, as about half the working population of the city would have been in one."
If you haven't picked up yet, this is not a straight dark-fantasy setting. This is a heavily WW2 inspired setting. The medical kits are intended to be like the medical kits carried by combat medics in WW2, and who were embedded one to each platoon, or in the division field surgical hospital. These kits are not the first aid kits an individual soldier may carry. They have opiate painkillers, anti-malaria medications, and other elements that cannot be found in any medieval setting. I could not find a weight for these kits anywhere, however as their contents are large (like 50 malaria tablets) I assume they must be reasonably heavy.
>>174539
She raises an eyebrow
"Really now?"
And takes a sip, levitating her drink with her magic up to her muzzle
"I suppose that's plausible, as about half the working population of the city would have been in one."
>>174537
Turn Card smiles and shakes his head
"A good magician never
reveals his tricks"
The magic displayed to Posey by Turn Card evades her understanding. The best guess is that he memorized and kept track of the position of the Ace of Hearts.
Turn Card smiles and shakes his head
"A good magician never
reveals his tricks"
The magic displayed to Posey by Turn Card evades her understanding. The best guess is that he memorized and kept track of the position of the Ace of Hearts.
>>174486
She starts to spread some of the jam onto her toast.
"Preserves? We have those too. For storing fruits." She takes the toast, places it up to her mouth, and tastes it
And then her pupils grow in size twice over. And she forces the toast into her mouth
"It's... so... sweet!"
>>174487
"Yes. We were told the stories from our elders when we were young. I don't remember all of the stories. But the feathered serpents were more common in the old days, especially before the northerners came. Some of the serpents were as gods. Some lived with the land. Most could fly. Maybe all of them. They were great, majestic beings that lived in the forest. They lived with the forest and were of the forest, like they were its emissaries to the ponies. I don't know, I've never seen one. I don't know if they were ever real. But when I saw you, I thought of them."
She starts to spread some of the jam onto her toast.
"Preserves? We have those too. For storing fruits." She takes the toast, places it up to her mouth, and tastes it
And then her pupils grow in size twice over. And she forces the toast into her mouth
"It's... so... sweet!"
>>174487
"Yes. We were told the stories from our elders when we were young. I don't remember all of the stories. But the feathered serpents were more common in the old days, especially before the northerners came. Some of the serpents were as gods. Some lived with the land. Most could fly. Maybe all of them. They were great, majestic beings that lived in the forest. They lived with the forest and were of the forest, like they were its emissaries to the ponies. I don't know, I've never seen one. I don't know if they were ever real. But when I saw you, I thought of them."
>>174542
Silver chuckles at her reaction.
"Us Equestrians like our sweets and our sugary foods, and we produce so much, well, produce that we can afford to make preserves extra sugary and sweet for better flavor. It is good, right?"
Silver chuckles at her reaction.
"Us Equestrians like our sweets and our sugary foods, and we produce so much, well, produce that we can afford to make preserves extra sugary and sweet for better flavor. It is good, right?"
>>174542
"D'awwwww. You think I'm great and majestic?" She smiles and blushes slightly, before also asking, "Who were the northerners? Other ponies, or were they different creatures?"
"D'awwwww. You think I'm great and majestic?" She smiles and blushes slightly, before also asking, "Who were the northerners? Other ponies, or were they different creatures?"
>>174545
Kira is a little bit crestfallen that he's trying to backpedal from the compliment rather than owning up to it, but she keeps talking.
"I thought all of the ponies here were Equestrians."
Kira is a little bit crestfallen that he's trying to backpedal from the compliment rather than owning up to it, but she keeps talking.
"I thought all of the ponies here were Equestrians."
>>174545
"Heheh. Well, you enjoy your toast, feel free to make some more if you want it, just feed bread slices into top slots, press lever down, and wait for them to pop up. I am going to wake up Mint Marine and Mala."
"Heheh. Well, you enjoy your toast, feel free to make some more if you want it, just feed bread slices into top slots, press lever down, and wait for them to pop up. I am going to wake up Mint Marine and Mala."
>>174540
>This is a heavily WW2 inspired setting.
Okay, I'm checking the reference tables.
>The medical kits are intended to be like the medical kits carried by combat medics in WW2
That would be a medical kit.
>or in the division field surgical hospital
Surgical kit.
>They have opiate painkillers, anti-malaria medications, and other elements
That would be a pharmaceutical kit.
>I could not find a weight for these kits anywhere
The DMG says to reference the d20 modern core rulebook for contemporary and 20th century settings. I went and found the tables:
Medical Kit: weighs 5 pounds; Purchase DC is 15 (25 gp)
Surgery Kit: weighs 5 pounds; Purchase DC is 16 (32.5 gp)
Pharmaceutical Kit: weighs 6 pounds; Purchase DC 17 (45 gp).
Overall, they have a cost equivalent to the d&d medieval item (gauze used to be expensive, as it came all the way from Gaza). They just weigh ~5 times as much.
Regardless of how much loot Posey actually has, she sets off to rendezvous with Mason, her mission complete.
>>174541
>"A good magician never reveals his tricks"
Posey's ears droop a bit
"I've heard that before, from my masters. Oh well, keep your secrets."
>This is a heavily WW2 inspired setting.
Okay, I'm checking the reference tables.
>The medical kits are intended to be like the medical kits carried by combat medics in WW2
That would be a medical kit.
>or in the division field surgical hospital
Surgical kit.
>They have opiate painkillers, anti-malaria medications, and other elements
That would be a pharmaceutical kit.
>I could not find a weight for these kits anywhere
The DMG says to reference the d20 modern core rulebook for contemporary and 20th century settings. I went and found the tables:
Medical Kit: weighs 5 pounds; Purchase DC is 15 (25 gp)
Surgery Kit: weighs 5 pounds; Purchase DC is 16 (32.5 gp)
Pharmaceutical Kit: weighs 6 pounds; Purchase DC 17 (45 gp).
Overall, they have a cost equivalent to the d&d medieval item (gauze used to be expensive, as it came all the way from Gaza). They just weigh ~5 times as much.
Regardless of how much loot Posey actually has, she sets off to rendezvous with Mason, her mission complete.
>>174541
>"A good magician never reveals his tricks"
Posey's ears droop a bit
"I've heard that before, from my masters. Oh well, keep your secrets."
>>174548
Dude I don't care, it's one of these. Leaning towards Medical Officer's kit
https://www.med-dept.com/articles/medical-kits-contents-kits-of-medical-personnel/
>>174546
Awww...
"Well, yes, but no. In the south we ponies were here before the Hearthswarming ponies came from the north. We had our own civilization and legends. But we've since joined."
>>174547
"Oh, uh, okay."
She takes bread, places it in the toaster, and stares at it. A few second later she presses the letter down.
Dude I don't care, it's one of these. Leaning towards Medical Officer's kit
https://www.med-dept.com/articles/medical-kits-contents-kits-of-medical-personnel/
>>174546
Awww...
"Well, yes, but no. In the south we ponies were here before the Hearthswarming ponies came from the north. We had our own civilization and legends. But we've since joined."
>>174547
"Oh, uh, okay."
She takes bread, places it in the toaster, and stares at it. A few second later she presses the letter down.
>>174549
Well, here's hoping she doesn't find a new way to burn the house down, as he heads back upstairs and looks inside Mala's room.
Well, here's hoping she doesn't find a new way to burn the house down, as he heads back upstairs and looks inside Mala's room.
>>174549
"Huh. Neat! I guess I'll have to learn all about the different groups of ponies here."
After a second or two of silence, combined with her rubbing the tip of her tail between her hooves, Kira comments, "...are you sure I'm not great and majestic? I thought it was a really nice compliment..."
"Huh. Neat! I guess I'll have to learn all about the different groups of ponies here."
After a second or two of silence, combined with her rubbing the tip of her tail between her hooves, Kira comments, "...are you sure I'm not great and majestic? I thought it was a really nice compliment..."
>>174551
"I, uh" He looks back, and then has that wide smile that shows teeth, until he slowly closes his lips, and looks back towards Kira
"Well... Maybe a little great and majestic."
>>174550
Hopefully those stereotypes about Kirin managing to burn down houses and even burn their bread are greatly exaggerated.
Mala and Mint Marine have shifted a bit in the bed. Mala is still perpendicular in the bottom two thirds of the bed, but he's flipped himself over, from lying on his belly, to on his back. Mint Marine has also shifted. He's still at the head of the bed, but instead of lying on his side perpendicular to the length of the bed, he's now lying on his side with his head towards the bottom. His head is lying on Mala's white, fat, and fluffy belly. Mint Marine's mouth is open and his tongue is hanging out, while Mala's head is upside down and at the edge of the bed.
"I, uh" He looks back, and then has that wide smile that shows teeth, until he slowly closes his lips, and looks back towards Kira
"Well... Maybe a little great and majestic."
>>174550
Hopefully those stereotypes about Kirin managing to burn down houses and even burn their bread are greatly exaggerated.
Mala and Mint Marine have shifted a bit in the bed. Mala is still perpendicular in the bottom two thirds of the bed, but he's flipped himself over, from lying on his belly, to on his back. Mint Marine has also shifted. He's still at the head of the bed, but instead of lying on his side perpendicular to the length of the bed, he's now lying on his side with his head towards the bottom. His head is lying on Mala's white, fat, and fluffy belly. Mint Marine's mouth is open and his tongue is hanging out, while Mala's head is upside down and at the edge of the bed.
>>174553
Kira's smile returns, and she continues to rub the tip of her tail.
"Thank you..."
Kira looks over to Neela.
"So, everything's been bought and paid for. I think next we need to go get some food to put in our kitchen. What do you say?"
Kira's smile returns, and she continues to rub the tip of her tail.
"Thank you..."
Kira looks over to Neela.
"So, everything's been bought and paid for. I think next we need to go get some food to put in our kitchen. What do you say?"
>>174553
They are still very cute, but unfortunately Silver has to break up the sleeping duo. He knocks on the doorframe with some volume.
"Wakey wakey!"
They are still very cute, but unfortunately Silver has to break up the sleeping duo. He knocks on the doorframe with some volume.
"Wakey wakey!"
>>174552
No. The Priest gives a slow wave goodbye.
Turn Card:
"Oh, we'll get to know each other better. The secrets will go away in time."
Attempting to tie the items to the bone lurker is awkward, but not impossible.
No. The Priest gives a slow wave goodbye.
Turn Card:
"Oh, we'll get to know each other better. The secrets will go away in time."
Attempting to tie the items to the bone lurker is awkward, but not impossible.
>>174554
"You're welcome" the stallion says
Neela looks surprised, almost scared. It takes her a couple moments to answer
"I, I think so. You... Think we should remain in the house the next few days, or...." She tilts her head
"You're welcome" the stallion says
Neela looks surprised, almost scared. It takes her a couple moments to answer
"I, I think so. You... Think we should remain in the house the next few days, or...." She tilts her head
>>174557
Mala's eyes go open, and directly look at Silver. His ears shoot up, but they hit the bed beneath him, and bend against the mattress. His hind legs shoot up as well. The right one scrapes against the wall, the left is in the air, but hits the curtains and bounces off.
He raises his forelegs, but they are folded in the middle joint. He then turns on his side, which pushes Mint Marine's head up
"mhhhhhmm"
Mint Marine is slower to get up, but does start.
Mala's eyes go open, and directly look at Silver. His ears shoot up, but they hit the bed beneath him, and bend against the mattress. His hind legs shoot up as well. The right one scrapes against the wall, the left is in the air, but hits the curtains and bounces off.
He raises his forelegs, but they are folded in the middle joint. He then turns on his side, which pushes Mint Marine's head up
"mhhhhhmm"
Mint Marine is slower to get up, but does start.
>>174553
Posey takes 20 to securely tie down all of the loot, particularly the cylinders.
As the bones Lurker approaches Mason, Posey makes sure to wave friendly to him, to make sure he's not too alarmed by the site.
"~Yoohoo! Mason! I got the cylinders, and then some." she calls out from atop the huge flying amalgam of animated floating bones.
Posey takes 20 to securely tie down all of the loot, particularly the cylinders.
As the bones Lurker approaches Mason, Posey makes sure to wave friendly to him, to make sure he's not too alarmed by the site.
"~Yoohoo! Mason! I got the cylinders, and then some." she calls out from atop the huge flying amalgam of animated floating bones.
>>174560
"Something like that. CANT alone had 8%. Every dock worker and truck driver in the city. At least I think it was 8%. Don't quote me on that. It was very popular to announce oneself as a member of the unions. Still is, sort of."
"Something like that. CANT alone had 8%. Every dock worker and truck driver in the city. At least I think it was 8%. Don't quote me on that. It was very popular to announce oneself as a member of the unions. Still is, sort of."
>>174561
"Do you think there's somepony in the unions we could ask who could point out who's breaking and pilferin' stuff?" Amber asks, trying to remain hopeful.
"Do you think there's somepony in the unions we could ask who could point out who's breaking and pilferin' stuff?" Amber asks, trying to remain hopeful.
>>174562
"Not unlikely, considering it was likely one of their ilk responsible. Then again, I don't know if they go bragging amongst themselves about the harm they bring to others. Though they likely do... They have nothing else to brag about."
"Not unlikely, considering it was likely one of their ilk responsible. Then again, I don't know if they go bragging amongst themselves about the harm they bring to others. Though they likely do... They have nothing else to brag about."
>>174563
"Nothing? What do you mean?", Amber asks, already making a mental note of this conversation.
"Nothing? What do you mean?", Amber asks, already making a mental note of this conversation.
>>174564
"Ponies of great talent and accomplishment don't become anarchists, and they certainly don't go around smashing windows."
"Ponies of great talent and accomplishment don't become anarchists, and they certainly don't go around smashing windows."
>>174566
"How to stop the anarchists? What a lovely question to have answered. The Progress Monarchists, the Communists, the Fascists, and the Social Democrats have been combining their efforts for more than a decade now to stop the Anarchists. Though I suppose you could say the former lot are winning, seeing as how the Anarchists have been foiled at their every attempt thus far. Still, tell me when you have an answer."
"How to stop the anarchists? What a lovely question to have answered. The Progress Monarchists, the Communists, the Fascists, and the Social Democrats have been combining their efforts for more than a decade now to stop the Anarchists. Though I suppose you could say the former lot are winning, seeing as how the Anarchists have been foiled at their every attempt thus far. Still, tell me when you have an answer."
>>174567
"Well…" Ambers says as she looks away and sways a hoof on the floor, "More about stopping them from hurting this shop specifically. It's best to start small."
"Well…" Ambers says as she looks away and sways a hoof on the floor, "More about stopping them from hurting this shop specifically. It's best to start small."
>>174568
"Stopping shoplifters and vandals would be very much appreciated, yes." She responds, a bit more firmly.
"Stopping shoplifters and vandals would be very much appreciated, yes." She responds, a bit more firmly.
>>174569
Amber will take whatever encouragement she can get. "I'll figure something out," she says with a small smile.
Amber will take whatever encouragement she can get. "I'll figure something out," she says with a small smile.
>>174571
"Right away!" Amber answers with no hesitation. There's now an objective in mind and it helps motivate her for the tedious work.
"Right away!" Amber answers with no hesitation. There's now an objective in mind and it helps motivate her for the tedious work.
>>174572
The little pony may be busy as a bee, going about her work until Guy arrives. Or she can engage with High Sewn, who will spontaneously try to talk about either politics or Amber's love life. Either way
The little pony may be busy as a bee, going about her work until Guy arrives. Or she can engage with High Sewn, who will spontaneously try to talk about either politics or Amber's love life. Either way
>>174573
Amber strives for a balance, getting important things done but taking brief reprieves. After all, she has another job after this one.
Amber strives for a balance, getting important things done but taking brief reprieves. After all, she has another job after this one.
>>174574
All the same, High Sewn goes on a tangent about the unions mentioned earlier claiming they were mainly intended to try to keep bats from working in Baltimare. Amber may be concerned that her employer is a bat-lover. Likewise, High Sewn tries to probe Amber for information about Mustard Trim and Amber's relationship with him. Why this mare who is around Amber's mother's age is taking interest in such things may just be beyond Amber.
And either way, time moves nearer to 1 PM
All the same, High Sewn goes on a tangent about the unions mentioned earlier claiming they were mainly intended to try to keep bats from working in Baltimare. Amber may be concerned that her employer is a bat-lover. Likewise, High Sewn tries to probe Amber for information about Mustard Trim and Amber's relationship with him. Why this mare who is around Amber's mother's age is taking interest in such things may just be beyond Amber.
And either way, time moves nearer to 1 PM
>>174575
"B-bats? What makes you think that?" Amber is at once both intrigued and skeptical, as well as a little worried.
"Oh, he's nice…we went on a date last week, and I met his family…well, most of them. He's smart and focused on his studies but not too ambitious. If you ask me, that's rather cute." It's a more pleasant sort of conversation and it doesn't occur to her whether such questions by her boss would be inappropriate.
"B-bats? What makes you think that?" Amber is at once both intrigued and skeptical, as well as a little worried.
"Oh, he's nice…we went on a date last week, and I met his family…well, most of them. He's smart and focused on his studies but not too ambitious. If you ask me, that's rather cute." It's a more pleasant sort of conversation and it doesn't occur to her whether such questions by her boss would be inappropriate.
>>174576
Bats:
High Sewn spews forth unsolicited opinions on political matters
"Bat ponies, from the south. When they began to come to Baltimare in large numbers, the Unions felt threatened, claiming they 'compete for jobs' or what have you. Of course this isn't the case. The bat ponies don't even work during the day. They work the night shift, which allows for an extra one third of productivity out of the same machines. Of course the unions said that meant less work for them. That's how they like to see things. No concern for the whole, only for what benefits them."
And when Amber talks about Mustard Trim, she is not detached and dictating to Amber, but rather moves closer to Amber, leaning in, propping herself up on her fore knees, hooves on her cheeks, listening intently and smiling widely. The middle aged mare is still a school filly, it seems.
"Oh, that's so charming! Where did you go? What did you do? What are they like? What did you do afterwards, hehe. Not too ambitious? Now that isn't right. A colt ought to be ambitious. A refusal to accept reality as it is is the great virtue of the youth. There's something wrong with the colt who doesn't imagine himself as the next Flash Magnus, I think. But is he cute. Like, what does he look like?"
Bats:
High Sewn spews forth unsolicited opinions on political matters
"Bat ponies, from the south. When they began to come to Baltimare in large numbers, the Unions felt threatened, claiming they 'compete for jobs' or what have you. Of course this isn't the case. The bat ponies don't even work during the day. They work the night shift, which allows for an extra one third of productivity out of the same machines. Of course the unions said that meant less work for them. That's how they like to see things. No concern for the whole, only for what benefits them."
And when Amber talks about Mustard Trim, she is not detached and dictating to Amber, but rather moves closer to Amber, leaning in, propping herself up on her fore knees, hooves on her cheeks, listening intently and smiling widely. The middle aged mare is still a school filly, it seems.
"Oh, that's so charming! Where did you go? What did you do? What are they like? What did you do afterwards, hehe. Not too ambitious? Now that isn't right. A colt ought to be ambitious. A refusal to accept reality as it is is the great virtue of the youth. There's something wrong with the colt who doesn't imagine himself as the next Flash Magnus, I think. But is he cute. Like, what does he look like?"
>>174577
Amber flatly replies, "I'm surprised they can operate the machines at all. I ain't sayin' they're stupid or anythin'. You know the expression, 'blind as a batpony'? Don't they see with their voices somehow? It can't be easy to run loud equipment in a room like that."
The conversation revolving Mustard is a little warmer though, as she feels the attention is a form of approval and enjoys it. "Well, we first chatted at Coconut Cove, if you know where that is, then one day we went down the coast to the south where there's an actual cove and a restaurant away from the hustle-bustle, where we ate and explored the surroundings, and, uh, the mornin' after that I went with his family to church, before going home with them. They're nice and gave a lot for Equestria, and were wondrously hospitable towards me. I helped him study…." Amber then visibly blushes and avoids looking directly at Sewn. "We, er, um, did some kissin'…." She clears her throat and continues, "He looks similar to me in color, except a bit darker in mane and coat, and with bluish eyes, no nose marking, and he's taller than I am. He has a woodworking cutie mark too!" Amber avoids mentioning any of her believed causes of Mustard's lack of ambition, and decides to not contest Sewn on whether there's something "wrong" with him.
Amber flatly replies, "I'm surprised they can operate the machines at all. I ain't sayin' they're stupid or anythin'. You know the expression, 'blind as a batpony'? Don't they see with their voices somehow? It can't be easy to run loud equipment in a room like that."
The conversation revolving Mustard is a little warmer though, as she feels the attention is a form of approval and enjoys it. "Well, we first chatted at Coconut Cove, if you know where that is, then one day we went down the coast to the south where there's an actual cove and a restaurant away from the hustle-bustle, where we ate and explored the surroundings, and, uh, the mornin' after that I went with his family to church, before going home with them. They're nice and gave a lot for Equestria, and were wondrously hospitable towards me. I helped him study…." Amber then visibly blushes and avoids looking directly at Sewn. "We, er, um, did some kissin'…." She clears her throat and continues, "He looks similar to me in color, except a bit darker in mane and coat, and with bluish eyes, no nose marking, and he's taller than I am. He has a woodworking cutie mark too!" Amber avoids mentioning any of her believed causes of Mustard's lack of ambition, and decides to not contest Sewn on whether there's something "wrong" with him.
>>174558
Silver smiles upon seeing Mala wake so quickly.
"Good morning, sleepy heads. You sure do wake up easily, Mala. Anyways, there are pancakes downstairs if either of you are interested in breakfast."
Silver smiles upon seeing Mala wake so quickly.
"Good morning, sleepy heads. You sure do wake up easily, Mala. Anyways, there are pancakes downstairs if either of you are interested in breakfast."
>>174557
"Well, I'd like to follow up on that lead for work, so I can start working towards meeting the governor. I don't know if you'd want to come along for that or not. You'll definitely need some food and entertainment if you don't want to, but even if you do want to come along, it'd be nice to have some in the house."
"Well, I'd like to follow up on that lead for work, so I can start working towards meeting the governor. I don't know if you'd want to come along for that or not. You'll definitely need some food and entertainment if you don't want to, but even if you do want to come along, it'd be nice to have some in the house."
>>174559
The priest flatly waves with a single spliced hoof. Posey feels another cold, sandpaper rub against her fur.
Mason is low in the chair in his car, and does not react until Posey taps on the windows. It would be easy to think that he fell asleep, but he looks over to Posey rather quickly. He rolls down the windows.
"What in Tartarus is that? And what is that you brought back? Is that a hostage?"
>>174578
To some degree, High Sewn seems vicariously offended
"Now where did you hear that? Bat ponies can see just fine. And they can tolerate loud noises well enough. They wouldn't work in the factories if they couldn't."
It's too distinct points in time, however
"Coconut Cove? I know that place. Interesting choice of live music there. And a cove? Oh, that sounds lovely. Interesting that he would take you to his parents so soon. Usually stallions don't want to have to explain to their parents 'where did that mare go?" And after a pause, and her leaning in with a playful smile
"Was smooching all you did? He sounds handsome. Don't correct me if I'm wrong on that. I like to imagine it my way."
>>174580
After Mala turns himself over, Mint Marine's head falls onto the bed, and he makes a "Myah" sound as he continues lying, trying to sleep. Mala stands up and jumps off the bed, revealing a pistol lying on the bed that was previously underneath him.
But then, Mint Marine shoots up
"Pancakes?! I want pancakes!"
>>174581
"Oh, the governor won't want to meet you." Neela says, probably to herself. "But food, yes. Let's go get that." And after a pause "Can we get a radio?"
The priest flatly waves with a single spliced hoof. Posey feels another cold, sandpaper rub against her fur.
Mason is low in the chair in his car, and does not react until Posey taps on the windows. It would be easy to think that he fell asleep, but he looks over to Posey rather quickly. He rolls down the windows.
"What in Tartarus is that? And what is that you brought back? Is that a hostage?"
>>174578
To some degree, High Sewn seems vicariously offended
"Now where did you hear that? Bat ponies can see just fine. And they can tolerate loud noises well enough. They wouldn't work in the factories if they couldn't."
It's too distinct points in time, however
"Coconut Cove? I know that place. Interesting choice of live music there. And a cove? Oh, that sounds lovely. Interesting that he would take you to his parents so soon. Usually stallions don't want to have to explain to their parents 'where did that mare go?" And after a pause, and her leaning in with a playful smile
"Was smooching all you did? He sounds handsome. Don't correct me if I'm wrong on that. I like to imagine it my way."
>>174580
After Mala turns himself over, Mint Marine's head falls onto the bed, and he makes a "Myah" sound as he continues lying, trying to sleep. Mala stands up and jumps off the bed, revealing a pistol lying on the bed that was previously underneath him.
But then, Mint Marine shoots up
"Pancakes?! I want pancakes!"
>>174581
"Oh, the governor won't want to meet you." Neela says, probably to herself. "But food, yes. Let's go get that." And after a pause "Can we get a radio?"
>>174584
Silver looks at the pistol, and tilts his head. He asks Mala a question before he address the excited colt.
"Where did that come from?"
Silver looks at the pistol, and tilts his head. He asks Mala a question before he address the excited colt.
"Where did that come from?"
>>174584
Kira gasps, and her pupils dilate a bit. If Neela looked, she could swear she sees sparkles in Kira's eyes.
"A radio!? I've heard of those! They read words sent through the air to you, right?"
Kira gasps, and her pupils dilate a bit. If Neela looked, she could swear she sees sparkles in Kira's eyes.
"A radio!? I've heard of those! They read words sent through the air to you, right?"
>>174587
Kira claps her hoofs together very excitedly, and does a little "bounce" with the front half of her body.
"Ohohoho! That sounds amazing! I don't want to be breaking the requirement, let's definitely get one!"
Kira claps her hoofs together very excitedly, and does a little "bounce" with the front half of her body.
"Ohohoho! That sounds amazing! I don't want to be breaking the requirement, let's definitely get one!"
>>174588
"Yes." He says rather bluntly, lowering his head but still looking up towards Silver
>>174589
There's a "Thump" sound and the floor vibrates as they are not above solid ground. Neela's legs move a little apart and her ears go down as she's startled by Kira's movement - or more accurately, she's startled by the shaking floor.
"Yes, you should get one." She looks down towards the wooden floor, but then back up towards Kira "but aren't you afraid you will run low on money?"
"Yes." He says rather bluntly, lowering his head but still looking up towards Silver
>>174589
There's a "Thump" sound and the floor vibrates as they are not above solid ground. Neela's legs move a little apart and her ears go down as she's startled by Kira's movement - or more accurately, she's startled by the shaking floor.
"Yes, you should get one." She looks down towards the wooden floor, but then back up towards Kira "but aren't you afraid you will run low on money?"
>>174590
Silver shakes his head. "Not very good idea. You are lucky it did not go off. Put it somewhere safe in future, okay?"
Alright, he's made the colt wait long enough. He looks to Mint Marine, and smiles. "You want some pancakes? They should still be warm, and we have plenty of stuff to top them with."
Silver shakes his head. "Not very good idea. You are lucky it did not go off. Put it somewhere safe in future, okay?"
Alright, he's made the colt wait long enough. He looks to Mint Marine, and smiles. "You want some pancakes? They should still be warm, and we have plenty of stuff to top them with."
>>174591
She tilts her head, one ear pointing towards the ground
"And again, what kind of job is it exactly you want to do?"
>>174592
Mala pulls his lips together, his ears go down, and he leans back and lowers his head
"Yes!" Mint Marine says, hoping off of the bed and standing in front of Silver. His tail wags, but then stops
"What kind of toppings?"
She tilts her head, one ear pointing towards the ground
"And again, what kind of job is it exactly you want to do?"
>>174592
Mala pulls his lips together, his ears go down, and he leans back and lowers his head
"Yes!" Mint Marine says, hoping off of the bed and standing in front of Silver. His tail wags, but then stops
"What kind of toppings?"
>>174593
"Fruit, preserves, peanut butter, syrup. All kinds of things, you would have to look for yourself. You can Frankenpony your pancakes any way you want, as long as you think it would be tasty!"
Silver comes over to Mala, and gives him some reassuring headpats.
"Fruit, preserves, peanut butter, syrup. All kinds of things, you would have to look for yourself. You can Frankenpony your pancakes any way you want, as long as you think it would be tasty!"
Silver comes over to Mala, and gives him some reassuring headpats.
>>174593
Neela looks just a bit cuter than normal in this style of pose.
"Oh, anything really, as long as it gets me closer to my goal. Money wouldn't hurt." She rubs her foreleg. "Well...I do mean anything, but...I do hope it's nothing, you know...unseemly. I want public opinion of lamias to improve, and the only way that will happen is if I serve as a shining example for my tribe and species."
Neela looks just a bit cuter than normal in this style of pose.
"Oh, anything really, as long as it gets me closer to my goal. Money wouldn't hurt." She rubs her foreleg. "Well...I do mean anything, but...I do hope it's nothing, you know...unseemly. I want public opinion of lamias to improve, and the only way that will happen is if I serve as a shining example for my tribe and species."
>>174594
Mala's head is pat. The ears go a little higher
"You have all of those things?"
Mint Marine does not wait for an answer. He instead gallops along the wooden floor, leaving through the door, skidding on the floor in the hall and grazing the wall as he turns to the left and towards the stairs.
>>174595
"But I mean, what would you do?" She asks, evidently not satisfied
Mala's head is pat. The ears go a little higher
"You have all of those things?"
Mint Marine does not wait for an answer. He instead gallops along the wooden floor, leaving through the door, skidding on the floor in the hall and grazing the wall as he turns to the left and towards the stairs.
>>174595
"But I mean, what would you do?" She asks, evidently not satisfied
>>174584
"~I got the cylinders." Posey says, visibly dripping with vainglory
>What in Tartarus is that? And what is that you brought back?
"I brought friends!" Posey declares
>Is that a hostage
"Something like that. She was like this when I found her, so I brought her with me."
"~I got the cylinders." Posey says, visibly dripping with vainglory
>What in Tartarus is that? And what is that you brought back?
"I brought friends!" Posey declares
>Is that a hostage
"Something like that. She was like this when I found her, so I brought her with me."
>>174597
"Friends? I can't fit that thing in the car." Referring to the bone lurker. He says. He looks over towards the diamond dog. "You want to take her back?"
"Friends? I can't fit that thing in the car." Referring to the bone lurker. He says. He looks over towards the diamond dog. "You want to take her back?"
>>174596
"Oh, uh...give an example?" She smiles sheepishly. "I suppose that would be easier for me to answer than just listing off every time of job I would do."
"Oh, uh...give an example?" She smiles sheepishly. "I suppose that would be easier for me to answer than just listing off every time of job I would do."
>>174596
Silver hugs his gnoll/hyena friend as the excited colt runs excitedly out of the room towards the object of his excitement.
"I hope you know I was not trying to berate you, I just got worried about your life and wellbeing."
Silver hugs his gnoll/hyena friend as the excited colt runs excitedly out of the room towards the object of his excitement.
"I hope you know I was not trying to berate you, I just got worried about your life and wellbeing."
>>174598
>I can't fit that thing in the car."
Fuck, I thought we had a truck. Need a new plan....
"Well, I suppose I could order it to bury itself and wait to be picked up some other day with the truck... Or perhaps order it to fly above the clouds and follow us... No, that would be too risky, better to bury it here for now." Posey says, a twinge of disappointment audible in her voice.
"As for you..." she says, referring to the ghast
She gives the undead monster a little boop on the snoot, and it's rotten flesh shimmers and warps a bit as its appearance is replaced by that of a handsome, comely blue living stallion with a well-groomed yellow mane.
"A little makeover, for the time being."
(Posey has used on of her new spell slots to cast Disguise Undead on the Ghast. It has a duration of 24 hours and magically glammers an undead creature to have a new appearance.)
https://dndtools.net/spells/spell-compendium--86/disguise-undead--4391/
The two dreads, being only severed skeletal arms, fold themselves up in a way that makes them easy to conceal as luggage.
>"You want to take her back?"
"I think I will. She shouldn't be too much trouble..."
Posey gives the diamond dog a sharp look
Intimidate
[1d20+13 = (7+13) = 20]
Followed by an attempt to Charm her with her Gaze (Will DC 19)
"Is that right, dear?"
>I can't fit that thing in the car."
Fuck, I thought we had a truck. Need a new plan....
"Well, I suppose I could order it to bury itself and wait to be picked up some other day with the truck... Or perhaps order it to fly above the clouds and follow us... No, that would be too risky, better to bury it here for now." Posey says, a twinge of disappointment audible in her voice.
"As for you..." she says, referring to the ghast
She gives the undead monster a little boop on the snoot, and it's rotten flesh shimmers and warps a bit as its appearance is replaced by that of a handsome, comely blue living stallion with a well-groomed yellow mane.
"A little makeover, for the time being."
(Posey has used on of her new spell slots to cast Disguise Undead on the Ghast. It has a duration of 24 hours and magically glammers an undead creature to have a new appearance.)
https://dndtools.net/spells/spell-compendium--86/disguise-undead--4391/
The two dreads, being only severed skeletal arms, fold themselves up in a way that makes them easy to conceal as luggage.
>"You want to take her back?"
"I think I will. She shouldn't be too much trouble..."
Posey gives the diamond dog a sharp look
Intimidate
[1d20+13 = (7+13) = 20]
Followed by an attempt to Charm her with her Gaze (Will DC 19)
"Is that right, dear?"
>>174600
He's rather large, with a lot of fat, muscle, and the second highest amount of fluff in the household. His fur is coarse, but still fluffy, and arches up along his back. But while Silver is hugging Mala,
"I know how to handle a gun!" Mala yells with more than a tinge of anger. He's actually kind of intimidating
His ears go down.
"I wanted to protect Minty... Everyone... to be the protector..."
>>174601
I believe that this one is in a car, while the pervious one was in a truck which Mason would logically still have access to
Poof
The Ghast now appears a stallion, albeit a rather confused one
The diamond dog tries to sit up, and nods towards Posey in affirmation.
From the front passenger seat, there is a "Now who are you?" It comes from Turn Card, who is now sitting in the seat next to Mason. Mason yells, opens the door and gets out of the car.
"Where the fuck did you come from?"
He's rather large, with a lot of fat, muscle, and the second highest amount of fluff in the household. His fur is coarse, but still fluffy, and arches up along his back. But while Silver is hugging Mala,
"I know how to handle a gun!" Mala yells with more than a tinge of anger. He's actually kind of intimidating
His ears go down.
"I wanted to protect Minty... Everyone... to be the protector..."
>>174601
I believe that this one is in a car, while the pervious one was in a truck which Mason would logically still have access to
Poof
The Ghast now appears a stallion, albeit a rather confused one
The diamond dog tries to sit up, and nods towards Posey in affirmation.
From the front passenger seat, there is a "Now who are you?" It comes from Turn Card, who is now sitting in the seat next to Mason. Mason yells, opens the door and gets out of the car.
"Where the fuck did you come from?"
>>174602
>"Where the fuck did you come from?"
"Oh, he does that sometimes." Posey says with a giggle
"This is Turn Card, one of the soldiers I befriended on my journey." She says, glancing at her saddlebag if any of the other ghosts reveal themselves
>bitch nods
"Excellent." Posey says, with a less-menacing smile
>"Where the fuck did you come from?"
"Oh, he does that sometimes." Posey says with a giggle
"This is Turn Card, one of the soldiers I befriended on my journey." She says, glancing at her saddlebag if any of the other ghosts reveal themselves
>bitch nods
"Excellent." Posey says, with a less-menacing smile
>>174584
In the first conversation, Amber folds her ears back and looks down in an apologetic way. Batponies might be good customers, or High Sewn might just favor them for personal reasons. "Sorry, I didn't know about that, I haven't met many…."
When it comes to talking about her own dating life, she's much more relaxed and chipper. "Isn't it great music there? I wish I could play as well and as vividly, and it's a bit of a shame such a talented griffon can't find a better patron." As questions get more suggestive however, Amber's face becomes flushed and she laughs nervously. "He's plenty handsome to me, and sweet and caring as well. You'd like to meet him."
In the first conversation, Amber folds her ears back and looks down in an apologetic way. Batponies might be good customers, or High Sewn might just favor them for personal reasons. "Sorry, I didn't know about that, I haven't met many…."
When it comes to talking about her own dating life, she's much more relaxed and chipper. "Isn't it great music there? I wish I could play as well and as vividly, and it's a bit of a shame such a talented griffon can't find a better patron." As questions get more suggestive however, Amber's face becomes flushed and she laughs nervously. "He's plenty handsome to me, and sweet and caring as well. You'd like to meet him."
>>174602
Silver, surprised by the sudden anger and yelling, takes a sudden step back, his ears folding back. After the initial surprise goes away, and he hears Mala's reason, he relaxes again.
"I did not mean to imply that you did not know how to handle firearm, Mala. You are fighter, warrior like me. You are protector." He smiles at him. "That does not mean I will not worry over your health. You are my friend.
Of course I will worry."
Silver, surprised by the sudden anger and yelling, takes a sudden step back, his ears folding back. After the initial surprise goes away, and he hears Mala's reason, he relaxes again.
"I did not mean to imply that you did not know how to handle firearm, Mala. You are fighter, warrior like me. You are protector." He smiles at him. "That does not mean I will not worry over your health. You are my friend.
Of course I will worry."
>>174603
Still sheepishly, Kira replies while rubbing one of her forelegs with the other, "Well...can I be honest? I don't...really want to kill anyone. I'm a hunter, sure, and in my tribe hunters also double as warriors and protectors of the tribe...but I've never actually...you know..."
She goes from rubbing her foreleg to rubbing the tip of her tail between her hooves.
Still sheepishly, Kira replies while rubbing one of her forelegs with the other, "Well...can I be honest? I don't...really want to kill anyone. I'm a hunter, sure, and in my tribe hunters also double as warriors and protectors of the tribe...but I've never actually...you know..."
She goes from rubbing her foreleg to rubbing the tip of her tail between her hooves.
>>174604
Next to the car and to Posey's right, the blue form of Carried Pack takes shape, and looks towards Mason. Mason looks back, and then steps back, still uncomfortable. To Posey's left, the unicorn medic - Posey hasn't gotten his name - also takes a translucent blue form, looking over towards Mason with an electric blue shape that lacks distinct features like eyes.
"Are you two dating?" Turn Card asks, though Posey may not hear it well
Irritated, Mason asks
"Anything else?"
>>174605
"And be nice to them if they visit the store. Sometimes they will come through before going off into night shift, especially security guards, or janitors, here in the city center."
"It's an odd flavor for a club. Makes it feel fancier than it is, like you're in a Canterlot theater rather than a Manehatttan night club."
"'Handsome to me'. Well, that tells me what he looks like. Why did you have to dispel my illusions like that? Makes me feel better though, being single over here. Sure, you can bring him by. See if he needs a sweater."
>>174606
Mala lowers his head further, and looks up at Silver. Mala's shoulders are taller than an average pony, but he tends to hold his head out level with his shoulders, making him at once both taller and shorter than the average pony.
>>174607
She starts to smile rather widely
"Really now? Not even zebras or deer?"
Next to the car and to Posey's right, the blue form of Carried Pack takes shape, and looks towards Mason. Mason looks back, and then steps back, still uncomfortable. To Posey's left, the unicorn medic - Posey hasn't gotten his name - also takes a translucent blue form, looking over towards Mason with an electric blue shape that lacks distinct features like eyes.
"Are you two dating?" Turn Card asks, though Posey may not hear it well
Irritated, Mason asks
"Anything else?"
>>174605
"And be nice to them if they visit the store. Sometimes they will come through before going off into night shift, especially security guards, or janitors, here in the city center."
"It's an odd flavor for a club. Makes it feel fancier than it is, like you're in a Canterlot theater rather than a Manehatttan night club."
"'Handsome to me'. Well, that tells me what he looks like. Why did you have to dispel my illusions like that? Makes me feel better though, being single over here. Sure, you can bring him by. See if he needs a sweater."
>>174606
Mala lowers his head further, and looks up at Silver. Mala's shoulders are taller than an average pony, but he tends to hold his head out level with his shoulders, making him at once both taller and shorter than the average pony.
>>174607
She starts to smile rather widely
"Really now? Not even zebras or deer?"
>>174608
"I will, I will. Y'know I won't trade insults with a stranger unprovoked."
"I haven't been in many night clubs, so I ain't sure what to expect from one. The music just carries me away. It was hard to believe that what I was listening to was coming from right in front of me. I should go back and listen to more of it…."
Now Amber is struggling to not look offended. "No, he is plenty handsome! He's just a bit wiry, and it's nothing a better diet wouldn't fix. I haven't seen him wear a sweater, only jackets."
"I will, I will. Y'know I won't trade insults with a stranger unprovoked."
"I haven't been in many night clubs, so I ain't sure what to expect from one. The music just carries me away. It was hard to believe that what I was listening to was coming from right in front of me. I should go back and listen to more of it…."
Now Amber is struggling to not look offended. "No, he is plenty handsome! He's just a bit wiry, and it's nothing a better diet wouldn't fix. I haven't seen him wear a sweater, only jackets."
>>174610
"Well, certainly don't do it with customers. They need to feel welcome." And after a pause. "Unless it's another vandal or thief, then they can go hang themselves."
High Sewn tries to lean back on her back in the chair, with her head extending over the armrest. If she were a normal sized mare, this may have worked well enough. But her frame is too big, and she extends too far over in each direction.
"Oh, it's nice enough to try. I've been a few times, more so in the past, of course. Not that it was quite my fancy, but I will go with others." She looks over to Amber, now trying to sit up again. "Aren't you some kind of musician?"
"Sure, he just needs a diet change" She smiles and nods, and then looks away as she says "Oh of course he thinks he is too good for sweaters. Bring him over here, we'll find something to put him in."
>>174609
"Those Customs agents, the military, the police... they are not very nice. Even if they don't have you killing creatures they will have you rounding them up." She blinks "Do you really think they'd accept you?"
>>174611
His head lowered
"Well, yes. I mean... he was interested to know things... to have a big... to have someone strong on his side... to protect him..."
"Well, certainly don't do it with customers. They need to feel welcome." And after a pause. "Unless it's another vandal or thief, then they can go hang themselves."
High Sewn tries to lean back on her back in the chair, with her head extending over the armrest. If she were a normal sized mare, this may have worked well enough. But her frame is too big, and she extends too far over in each direction.
"Oh, it's nice enough to try. I've been a few times, more so in the past, of course. Not that it was quite my fancy, but I will go with others." She looks over to Amber, now trying to sit up again. "Aren't you some kind of musician?"
"Sure, he just needs a diet change" She smiles and nods, and then looks away as she says "Oh of course he thinks he is too good for sweaters. Bring him over here, we'll find something to put him in."
>>174609
"Those Customs agents, the military, the police... they are not very nice. Even if they don't have you killing creatures they will have you rounding them up." She blinks "Do you really think they'd accept you?"
>>174611
His head lowered
"Well, yes. I mean... he was interested to know things... to have a big... to have someone strong on his side... to protect him..."
>>174612
"Mhm, I play the mandolin and it's my hope–when I've saved enough, of course–to apply to music school. Music is…" and she pauses for a moment to find her words, "…magical, and it improves everypony's lives. I think in these times it's needed more than ever."
"But so are nice clothes," she continues with a giggle, "So when he's free I'll invite him here. I think he'll appreciate it."
"Mhm, I play the mandolin and it's my hope–when I've saved enough, of course–to apply to music school. Music is…" and she pauses for a moment to find her words, "…magical, and it improves everypony's lives. I think in these times it's needed more than ever."
"But so are nice clothes," she continues with a giggle, "So when he's free I'll invite him here. I think he'll appreciate it."
>>174612
"I don't know...the Customs agents and the military ponies were pretty nice to me..." She straightens herself up. "I have to try. My tribe is depending on me, I can't fail them."
"I don't know...the Customs agents and the military ponies were pretty nice to me..." She straightens herself up. "I have to try. My tribe is depending on me, I can't fail them."
>>174621
Does Posey need to roll anything to get home, or can she take 10 on Bluff while Charming the checkpoint guards?
Does Posey need to roll anything to get home, or can she take 10 on Bluff while Charming the checkpoint guards?
>>174623
Posey needs a cover story as to why they were out and why she has so much… stuff. She needs to keep the diamond dog quiet, and keep the ghosts from spooking the guards.
If this is satisfactory, she may take a 10
Posey needs a cover story as to why they were out and why she has so much… stuff. She needs to keep the diamond dog quiet, and keep the ghosts from spooking the guards.
If this is satisfactory, she may take a 10
>>174624
>Posey needs a cover story as to why they were out and why she has so much… stuff
The medical supplies are licensed tools for her profession.
The Polearm is a historical artifact, as is her other archaic weaponry.
She didn't take very much else besides jewelry.
>She needs to keep the diamond dog quiet
I figured Charming and and asking her politely might work, and if not that maybe threatening her would be good enough...
She could put a Necrotic Cyst inside her that could allow her to detect, scry on, or destroy her at any time. I was looking for a chance to use that spell...
I guess this is as good a time as any to ask what the bitch's name is.
>keep the ghosts from spooking the guards
Posey asks them to un-manifest for the sake of convenience.
>Posey needs a cover story as to why they were out and why she has so much… stuff
The medical supplies are licensed tools for her profession.
The Polearm is a historical artifact, as is her other archaic weaponry.
She didn't take very much else besides jewelry.
>She needs to keep the diamond dog quiet
I figured Charming and and asking her politely might work, and if not that maybe threatening her would be good enough...
She could put a Necrotic Cyst inside her that could allow her to detect, scry on, or destroy her at any time. I was looking for a chance to use that spell...
I guess this is as good a time as any to ask what the bitch's name is.
>keep the ghosts from spooking the guards
Posey asks them to un-manifest for the sake of convenience.
>>174621
"Well...then I suppose I will just need to give them reasons to not assume bad things about me!" She says, optimistically.
"Well...then I suppose I will just need to give them reasons to not assume bad things about me!" She says, optimistically.
>>174613
"You ought to talk to Guy more. He plays a musical instrument, and he's in college too." And after a pause "I'm not sure what music could do to help... this, except maybe to improve the atmosphere. But I wouldn't consider myself a connoisseur of music either, so I can't really comment."
And smiling again,
"Yes, bring him here. I'm very curious to see what 'cute to me' looks like."
>>174625
She is still sweating.
With a hoarse voice, she answers
"Sasha"
>>174627
"Oh, they won't need a reason" she says, almost to herself
>>174628
"It's just..." His ears go down "I don't know... I haven't really been trusted... either to do things right, or... to do the right thing..."
"You ought to talk to Guy more. He plays a musical instrument, and he's in college too." And after a pause "I'm not sure what music could do to help... this, except maybe to improve the atmosphere. But I wouldn't consider myself a connoisseur of music either, so I can't really comment."
And smiling again,
"Yes, bring him here. I'm very curious to see what 'cute to me' looks like."
>>174625
She is still sweating.
With a hoarse voice, she answers
"Sasha"
>>174627
"Oh, they won't need a reason" she says, almost to herself
>>174628
"It's just..." His ears go down "I don't know... I haven't really been trusted... either to do things right, or... to do the right thing..."
>>174629
>"Sasha"
"Well, Sasha, are you going yourself on this car ride without that muzzle on?" Posey asks flatly
>"Sasha"
"Well, Sasha, are you going yourself on this car ride without that muzzle on?" Posey asks flatly
>>174629
While the sentiment of her saying is understood, combined with what Kira said makes it sound as if they won't need a reason to *not* assume bad things about Kira. Regardless, Kira smiles at her deer friend, and flicks her tongue.
"Well, ready to go to the market, to get some food and this 'radio'?"
While the sentiment of her saying is understood, combined with what Kira said makes it sound as if they won't need a reason to *not* assume bad things about Kira. Regardless, Kira smiles at her deer friend, and flicks her tongue.
"Well, ready to go to the market, to get some food and this 'radio'?"
>>174633
"I would prefer sooner rather than later. You know, so we don't have to worry about it in the future."
"I would prefer sooner rather than later. You know, so we don't have to worry about it in the future."
>>174636
Kira turns to the stallion who has been waiting patiently for them.
"Uh, excuse me. Is there anything we need to do with regards to the delivery?"
Kira turns to the stallion who has been waiting patiently for them.
"Uh, excuse me. Is there anything we need to do with regards to the delivery?"
>>174639
"Are you sure? It sure does not seem like nothing."
Silver tries to get a look at his friend's face.
"Are you sure? It sure does not seem like nothing."
Silver tries to get a look at his friend's face.
>>174642
"Heheh. Very well, then."
pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet
"You are great friend and protector, Mala. Mint Marine really is lucky to have you looking out for him."
"Heheh. Very well, then."
pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet
"You are great friend and protector, Mala. Mint Marine really is lucky to have you looking out for him."
>>174642
This is something Kira can help with, if they let her.
"So, is there anything else we need to do? Should we return to the apartment immediately, or can we attend to our other tasks?"
This is something Kira can help with, if they let her.
"So, is there anything else we need to do? Should we return to the apartment immediately, or can we attend to our other tasks?"
>>174629
"We have something in common so it can't really go wrong," Amber replies with typical optimism.
If there's nothing more to be said, she returns to work.
"We have something in common so it can't really go wrong," Amber replies with typical optimism.
If there's nothing more to be said, she returns to work.
>>174643
Mala is pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet
Mala smiles, and turns his head, then an ear moves to the side and back up.
"Thanks..."
>>174644
The stallions think they have it under control, and they seem to, picking up the large furniture with their hooves, placing it on their backs, and getting it in the truck. They are quite good at it.
"Well, usually the customer is there to unlock the apartment, direct where they want the furniture to go, and to supervise the whole process." He answers
>>174645
The little pony works on inventory, and is joined by Guy at around 1 PM, when the store reopens.
Mala is pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet
Mala smiles, and turns his head, then an ear moves to the side and back up.
"Thanks..."
>>174644
The stallions think they have it under control, and they seem to, picking up the large furniture with their hooves, placing it on their backs, and getting it in the truck. They are quite good at it.
"Well, usually the customer is there to unlock the apartment, direct where they want the furniture to go, and to supervise the whole process." He answers
>>174645
The little pony works on inventory, and is joined by Guy at around 1 PM, when the store reopens.
>>174647
Guy looks over at Amber strangely, clearly not expecting the little pony to engage in conversation with him
"Good... It's just started, more or less"
Guy looks over at Amber strangely, clearly not expecting the little pony to engage in conversation with him
"Good... It's just started, more or less"
>>174648
"What are you studying again? It's in college, right? What is college like?" Amber fires off these questions in rapid succession and suddenly stops, as if she wants to ask more but is holding herself back.
"What are you studying again? It's in college, right? What is college like?" Amber fires off these questions in rapid succession and suddenly stops, as if she wants to ask more but is holding herself back.
>>174646
Kira watches in awe of how strong and deft these ponies are.
"Ohhhh, okay that makes sense. I suppose that means we should hurry up and get back home, huh?"
Kira watches in awe of how strong and deft these ponies are.
"Ohhhh, okay that makes sense. I suppose that means we should hurry up and get back home, huh?"
>>174646
Silver gives Mala's ear a nice little rub.
"So, why is it you want to be warrior and protector like me?"
Silver gives Mala's ear a nice little rub.
"So, why is it you want to be warrior and protector like me?"
>>174649
"I was studying accounting, when my parents had hopes of sending me back to Nouveau Aquila. I still am, but I may change. I'm taking classes with the University of Baltimare. I am living off campus and am not taking classes full time, so it's not the full experience, but... why do you ask?"
>>174652
His ears perk up, and then his head
"Can I?"
>>174651
"Sure. You might be able to ride with us" He looks down at the not-really-a-pony. "If you can fit"
"I was studying accounting, when my parents had hopes of sending me back to Nouveau Aquila. I still am, but I may change. I'm taking classes with the University of Baltimare. I am living off campus and am not taking classes full time, so it's not the full experience, but... why do you ask?"
>>174652
His ears perk up, and then his head
"Can I?"
>>174651
"Sure. You might be able to ride with us" He looks down at the not-really-a-pony. "If you can fit"
>>174653
"I'm curious, because I want to apply for music school when I can. Where is Nouveau Aquila and why do yer folks want you to head back? Is accounting difficult?"
"I'm curious, because I want to apply for music school when I can. Where is Nouveau Aquila and why do yer folks want you to head back? Is accounting difficult?"
>>174654
"I see... Nouveau Aqila is where my family is from. It's in Nova Griffonia, far north from here. They've thought of returning once things have... settled down. And accounting... yeah, it's kind of hard. A lot of math. Many principles to memorize."
"I see... Nouveau Aqila is where my family is from. It's in Nova Griffonia, far north from here. They've thought of returning once things have... settled down. And accounting... yeah, it's kind of hard. A lot of math. Many principles to memorize."
>>174655
"It must be very chilly up there. Why did you have to leave?" Amber would be beside herself to turn down an opportunity to ask about a distant land.
"It must be very chilly up there. Why did you have to leave?" Amber would be beside herself to turn down an opportunity to ask about a distant land.
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>>174633
>"Yes?"
"Very well then."
Posey looks at Mason
"Let's get going."
>"She looks very sick"
"We can treat her when we get back. If her condition acutely worsens before that, I'll sedate her."
Posey uses her horn to crank down the window on the bitch's side so that she can get some fresh air
>"Yes?"
"Very well then."
Posey looks at Mason
"Let's get going."
>"She looks very sick"
"We can treat her when we get back. If her condition acutely worsens before that, I'll sedate her."
Posey uses her horn to crank down the window on the bitch's side so that she can get some fresh air
>>174653
Silver nods and smiles at his friend.
"Of course you can, you already seem to be well on your way. Maybe sometime I can show you some techniques my father showed me for wielding that sword I gave you?"
Silver nods and smiles at his friend.
"Of course you can, you already seem to be well on your way. Maybe sometime I can show you some techniques my father showed me for wielding that sword I gave you?"
>>174653
"Oh, no need to worry about fitting! I can fit into whatever nooks and crannies are left for me for the ride." She smiles brightly as she says this, but she does not yet really realize if she can fit or not.
"Oh, no need to worry about fitting! I can fit into whatever nooks and crannies are left for me for the ride." She smiles brightly as she says this, but she does not yet really realize if she can fit or not.
[1d20 = 13]
>>174656
"It can get cold, yes. Much colder than here. The ocean keeps it from getting too cold, however. We left because of the instability and... malaise... that was common in all griffin lands at the time."
>>174658
Mason
"Then let's get going. I'd rather not drive through this area at night anyways." Mason gets in the car and closes the door.
The diamond dog is not very well able to move on her own, although with much effort, she can sort of make it into the car on her own.
>>174659
Mala moves his bushy tail side to side
"Yes." With big bright eyes
>>174660
He raises an eyebrow
"Okay... you can try."
Going downstairs, and to the curb, Kira can see that there is a truck waiting with a red paint job, and a covered back. It's a different model of truck than Kira saw at the docks, but similar enough to not be completely unfamiliar. There are only two seats in the front, however, although some pony could probably stay in the back.
>>174656
"It can get cold, yes. Much colder than here. The ocean keeps it from getting too cold, however. We left because of the instability and... malaise... that was common in all griffin lands at the time."
>>174658
Mason
"Then let's get going. I'd rather not drive through this area at night anyways." Mason gets in the car and closes the door.
The diamond dog is not very well able to move on her own, although with much effort, she can sort of make it into the car on her own.
>>174659
Mala moves his bushy tail side to side
"Yes." With big bright eyes
>>174660
He raises an eyebrow
"Okay... you can try."
Going downstairs, and to the curb, Kira can see that there is a truck waiting with a red paint job, and a covered back. It's a different model of truck than Kira saw at the docks, but similar enough to not be completely unfamiliar. There are only two seats in the front, however, although some pony could probably stay in the back.
>>174661
This causes Silver to ruffle the top of Mala's head.
"Anyways, we have big day ahead of us. I want to see if I can find mission to get money to pay for house expansions, make it so everyone has their own room if they so wish."
This causes Silver to ruffle the top of Mala's head.
"Anyways, we have big day ahead of us. I want to see if I can find mission to get money to pay for house expansions, make it so everyone has their own room if they so wish."
>>174664
Kira likes that last idea, if for nothing else than to still be able to talk to everyone during the short trip. But besides that, what are the stallions' thoughts on Neela's proposal?
Kira likes that last idea, if for nothing else than to still be able to talk to everyone during the short trip. But besides that, what are the stallions' thoughts on Neela's proposal?
>>174664
"Well, I have had two really lucrative missions within city so far. First was clearing out quarry of undead, but I do not believe those are exceptionally common. Second was from Customs, and I think you are familiar with that job. Maybe they have more jobs they need help with?"
"Well, I have had two really lucrative missions within city so far. First was clearing out quarry of undead, but I do not believe those are exceptionally common. Second was from Customs, and I think you are familiar with that job. Maybe they have more jobs they need help with?"
>>174661
"Hmm, malaise…you mean a fatigue of the corruption and short-sightedness of the ruling class?" Amber feels like this is an oddly familiar subject.
"Hmm, malaise…you mean a fatigue of the corruption and short-sightedness of the ruling class?" Amber feels like this is an oddly familiar subject.
[1d20 = 10]
[1d20 = 16]
>>174666
"Maybe... That sounds very dangerous though..."
>>174667
Guy seems mildly offended
"Well... Yes, but it's more than that. It was an economic collapse and, well, it's hard to explain to someone who isn't, well, a griffin, but there was a real lack of hope. The loss of the Idol of Boreas hurt on a spiritual level."
[1d20 = 16]
>>174666
"Maybe... That sounds very dangerous though..."
>>174667
Guy seems mildly offended
"Well... Yes, but it's more than that. It was an economic collapse and, well, it's hard to explain to someone who isn't, well, a griffin, but there was a real lack of hope. The loss of the Idol of Boreas hurt on a spiritual level."
>>174668
Amber likewise becomes a bit more dour as she replies, "Sort of like losing your gods and not knowing where they could be at? That does leave you feelin' adrift and worried…."
Amber likewise becomes a bit more dour as she replies, "Sort of like losing your gods and not knowing where they could be at? That does leave you feelin' adrift and worried…."
>>174671
"It's so easy to take them for granted and forget how important they are for well-being, prosperity, and culture…. Amber whimsies. "Y'all don't have any hope of this 'Idol of Boreas' returning?"
"It's so easy to take them for granted and forget how important they are for well-being, prosperity, and culture…. Amber whimsies. "Y'all don't have any hope of this 'Idol of Boreas' returning?"
>>174672
Guy's widen and he tilts his head slightly back, as if he only now understands what Amber meant
"No. I think the ponies tried to find it some years ago. It's been lost. Nova Griffonia has tried to move on since then but... Griffins can't agree on what direction to go. There's been fighting."
Guy's widen and he tilts his head slightly back, as if he only now understands what Amber meant
"No. I think the ponies tried to find it some years ago. It's been lost. Nova Griffonia has tried to move on since then but... Griffins can't agree on what direction to go. There's been fighting."
>>174675
"Disharmony is affecting more than just ponies…." Amber murmurs. "What direction do you think griffons should go in?"
"Disharmony is affecting more than just ponies…." Amber murmurs. "What direction do you think griffons should go in?"
>>174673
Mala nods his head slowly
"Then I guess... we go into danger."
>>174674
Kira can fit, kind of, but it's very inelegant. Kira is longer than the bed of the truck and must curl up to some degree. The edges of tables and the bed frame are unpleasant and jab into Kira, while the top of tables almost make her slide off.
A stallion says, looking back
"Careful. Don't put too much weight on anything. You could break something."
>>174676
"We don't have a royal family. I would say that an elected republic is best, but there's just too many view points, too much disagreement. At the moment Nova Griffonia has a strong griff, and I think that's where it will need to stay for the time being. Over in Old Griffonia... I don't know. I've never been there. Then again, I don't know Nova Griffonia well either."
Mala nods his head slowly
"Then I guess... we go into danger."
>>174674
Kira can fit, kind of, but it's very inelegant. Kira is longer than the bed of the truck and must curl up to some degree. The edges of tables and the bed frame are unpleasant and jab into Kira, while the top of tables almost make her slide off.
A stallion says, looking back
"Careful. Don't put too much weight on anything. You could break something."
>>174676
"We don't have a royal family. I would say that an elected republic is best, but there's just too many view points, too much disagreement. At the moment Nova Griffonia has a strong griff, and I think that's where it will need to stay for the time being. Over in Old Griffonia... I don't know. I've never been there. Then again, I don't know Nova Griffonia well either."
>>174677
Kira nods, feeling just a bit uncomfortable and perhaps second guessing her decision. Oh well, nothing to it other than to keep going she supposes, as she does her best to avoid causing damage to her brand new furniture.
Kira nods, feeling just a bit uncomfortable and perhaps second guessing her decision. Oh well, nothing to it other than to keep going she supposes, as she does her best to avoid causing damage to her brand new furniture.
>>174677
"There are a lotta griffons in Baltimare, and probably a good number in the university too. Don't you talk about world events with them? They might offer some insights."
"There are a lotta griffons in Baltimare, and probably a good number in the university too. Don't you talk about world events with them? They might offer some insights."
>>174679
"No, that... that makes sense. I am ready to dive into danger. If you are..."
>>174678
Kira is able to poke her pony body through the window, placing her partly in the cabin. The stallion in the passenger seat has Neela on his lap. It's a tight fit. Neela has a smile, enjoying it, while the stallion is clearly second guessing his decision. The driver is the only one with much room, which he needs for the gear shift. This is likely Kira's first time to see how a vehicle is driven.
"No, that... that makes sense. I am ready to dive into danger. If you are..."
>>174678
Kira is able to poke her pony body through the window, placing her partly in the cabin. The stallion in the passenger seat has Neela on his lap. It's a tight fit. Neela has a smile, enjoying it, while the stallion is clearly second guessing his decision. The driver is the only one with much room, which he needs for the gear shift. This is likely Kira's first time to see how a vehicle is driven.
>>174681
"Nopony can agree on everything. What do they think?" Amber seems curious about why he's open with a pony coworker and not his fellow griffons.
"Nopony can agree on everything. What do they think?" Amber seems curious about why he's open with a pony coworker and not his fellow griffons.
>>174683
"One is absolutely bent in favor of a republic lead by the social democrats. I guess more than one is. Another wants a kind of libertine state that's business friendly, lead by an elected monarch. That's an uncle of mine. Another wants a Discret to be brough in as a monarch" He visibly gags "And then at school one wants a communist government." And frowning "They can be rather passionate about it."
"One is absolutely bent in favor of a republic lead by the social democrats. I guess more than one is. Another wants a kind of libertine state that's business friendly, lead by an elected monarch. That's an uncle of mine. Another wants a Discret to be brough in as a monarch" He visibly gags "And then at school one wants a communist government." And frowning "They can be rather passionate about it."
>>174684
Amber's mouth droops open in surprise. "Those are all completely different! I ain't sure which is the most popular among your folk, but did they come up with those ideas by themselves?" Maybe ponies and griffons aren't that different after all, if we're all so divided, she things to herself.
Amber's mouth droops open in surprise. "Those are all completely different! I ain't sure which is the most popular among your folk, but did they come up with those ideas by themselves?" Maybe ponies and griffons aren't that different after all, if we're all so divided, she things to herself.
>>174682
Silver smiles at his friend.
"It is okay to admit that you would rather not. Besides, I have something else for you to do, if you want it."
Silver smiles at his friend.
"It is okay to admit that you would rather not. Besides, I have something else for you to do, if you want it."
>>174682
Kira watches intently to see how it's done. While she was a passenger in that truck earlier at the docks, that was just riding in the back with the nice Customs ponies without a view that was anything like this.
"Wow...this really is amazing! I have no idea how ponies came up with all of this stuff."
Kira watches intently to see how it's done. While she was a passenger in that truck earlier at the docks, that was just riding in the back with the nice Customs ponies without a view that was anything like this.
"Wow...this really is amazing! I have no idea how ponies came up with all of this stuff."
>>174685
He sighs
"They didn't. Many griffins support each of those ideas." And after a pause
"It's okay, they can't figure out which idea is the most popular either."
>>174686
Mala looks up at Silver
"What is that?"
>>174687
Neela has her hindquarter's on the stallion's lap, and her legs up and on the dash. She's content with the situation. The stallion kind of holds her up with his forelegs, and moves her a bit to the right, giving more room for Kira, who is behind and in the middle. The truck moves forward, stopping and going frequently. The driver asks
"What do you mean?"
He sighs
"They didn't. Many griffins support each of those ideas." And after a pause
"It's okay, they can't figure out which idea is the most popular either."
>>174686
Mala looks up at Silver
"What is that?"
>>174687
Neela has her hindquarter's on the stallion's lap, and her legs up and on the dash. She's content with the situation. The stallion kind of holds her up with his forelegs, and moves her a bit to the right, giving more room for Kira, who is behind and in the middle. The truck moves forward, stopping and going frequently. The driver asks
"What do you mean?"
>>174688
"How do they get along at all? It sounds like they're all on edge. Do you think one will come out on top? And what do they think of Equestria?"
"How do they get along at all? It sounds like they're all on edge. Do you think one will come out on top? And what do they think of Equestria?"
>>174689
"They haven't really gotten along. There was a series of armed conflicts that really was a civil war, which ended with the CEO of an arms company taking over as president of a new republic, and he's more or less kept a sort of order, between force and money. As for what they think of Equestria... Back in the day they were kind of just dismissive of Equestria as weak and effeminate, and kind of just 'over there'. I haven't been recently, though."
"They haven't really gotten along. There was a series of armed conflicts that really was a civil war, which ended with the CEO of an arms company taking over as president of a new republic, and he's more or less kept a sort of order, between force and money. As for what they think of Equestria... Back in the day they were kind of just dismissive of Equestria as weak and effeminate, and kind of just 'over there'. I haven't been recently, though."
>>174688
"You know, all of this...technology! Vehicles, and radios, and all of this stuff! We never had anything even remotely close to any of this."
Kira is still perhaps slightly confused as to why Neela decided she wanted to sit in this pony's lap. Curious...
"You know, all of this...technology! Vehicles, and radios, and all of this stuff! We never had anything even remotely close to any of this."
Kira is still perhaps slightly confused as to why Neela decided she wanted to sit in this pony's lap. Curious...
>>174688
"Well, if I am gone, that means I would need to have somepony - or someone - serve as head of household until I got back. Someone I trusted completely, who is big and strong and able to protect everyone, who I know would be able to do good job..."
Silver looks right at Mala as he says this, and raises his eyebrows.
"Does that sound like...anyone I know? Perhaps anyone who might be right here, with me now?"
"Well, if I am gone, that means I would need to have somepony - or someone - serve as head of household until I got back. Someone I trusted completely, who is big and strong and able to protect everyone, who I know would be able to do good job..."
Silver looks right at Mala as he says this, and raises his eyebrows.
"Does that sound like...anyone I know? Perhaps anyone who might be right here, with me now?"
>>174690
"You haven't kept in touch? Well, what do the griffons over here think? I haven't had the chance to speak with many of them." Amber neglects to mention the disgusting landlord she has, who represents the less desirable aspects of griffonkind and who casts a shadow on the day merely with a thought.
"You haven't kept in touch? Well, what do the griffons over here think? I haven't had the chance to speak with many of them." Amber neglects to mention the disgusting landlord she has, who represents the less desirable aspects of griffonkind and who casts a shadow on the day merely with a thought.
>>174693
"We do, - kind of - we just don't talk about politics. As for Griffins over here, they vary. Some want a social democratic republic, some want a kind of communist or anarchist state... or non-state... some want the princess back, and some are enthusiastic about new business opportunities in southeast Griffonia... Mostly they care less than the griffins back in Nova Griffonia, which is a nice change."
>>174692
Mala tilts his head
"So... not with you... on the job?"
>>174691
Kira can, in fact, discern why Neela chose to sit where she did. It's actually pretty obvious. You see, ponies are fairly soft, and generally nice to sit on or lean against. Much better than the edges of furniture, or the tops of tables that don't quite give you good grip in a moving vehicle. And certainly it's better than having a doe sit on you. The only other creature that potentially has a better seat is the driver, and he has to deal with three peddles, a wheel, and that stick. Neela's seat is thus best in the house, though it does leave her head and neck exposed to possible predator attacks from the cargo-window.
What Neela did not appreciate that Kira surely can is that Kira's position places her in-between multiple possible friends/existing friends and gives her a good view of the Baltimare street.
"Oh really?" The driver looks back towards Kira and seems kind of off put by Kira's way of being in the vehicle, and looks back to the road
"Where uh, where are you from?"
"We do, - kind of - we just don't talk about politics. As for Griffins over here, they vary. Some want a social democratic republic, some want a kind of communist or anarchist state... or non-state... some want the princess back, and some are enthusiastic about new business opportunities in southeast Griffonia... Mostly they care less than the griffins back in Nova Griffonia, which is a nice change."
>>174692
Mala tilts his head
"So... not with you... on the job?"
>>174691
Kira can, in fact, discern why Neela chose to sit where she did. It's actually pretty obvious. You see, ponies are fairly soft, and generally nice to sit on or lean against. Much better than the edges of furniture, or the tops of tables that don't quite give you good grip in a moving vehicle. And certainly it's better than having a doe sit on you. The only other creature that potentially has a better seat is the driver, and he has to deal with three peddles, a wheel, and that stick. Neela's seat is thus best in the house, though it does leave her head and neck exposed to possible predator attacks from the cargo-window.
What Neela did not appreciate that Kira surely can is that Kira's position places her in-between multiple possible friends/existing friends and gives her a good view of the Baltimare street.
"Oh really?" The driver looks back towards Kira and seems kind of off put by Kira's way of being in the vehicle, and looks back to the road
"Where uh, where are you from?"
>>174695
>>174697
Does Posey get home?
Posey's first order of business is to check on Gloomy, then to escort the dog inside and get her treatment so that she's still alive for Posey to decide what to do with her later. Posey recounts her adventure to Licorice Lament, and she makes arrangements to have the cylinders shipped back to her masters.
At this point, Posey is looking a bit strained; although not physically tired, it has been some time since she last had her daily 8 hours in meditation that she needs to replenish her arcane spells. She's never had her powers depleted for this long before, and that makes her feel vulnerable.
>>174697
Does Posey get home?
Posey's first order of business is to check on Gloomy, then to escort the dog inside and get her treatment so that she's still alive for Posey to decide what to do with her later. Posey recounts her adventure to Licorice Lament, and she makes arrangements to have the cylinders shipped back to her masters.
At this point, Posey is looking a bit strained; although not physically tired, it has been some time since she last had her daily 8 hours in meditation that she needs to replenish her arcane spells. She's never had her powers depleted for this long before, and that makes her feel vulnerable.
>>174697
"Those that do care seem to be less than welcome among the ponies here," remarks Amber. "They tend to have a reputation for mischief in service of their causes."
"Those that do care seem to be less than welcome among the ponies here," remarks Amber. "They tend to have a reputation for mischief in service of their causes."
>>174697
"Well, if you choose this task, no. Instead you would be stallion of house while I am gone, in charge of making sure everyone is safe and sound and dealing with any emergencies."
"Well, if you choose this task, no. Instead you would be stallion of house while I am gone, in charge of making sure everyone is safe and sound and dealing with any emergencies."
>>174697
That does make sense, ponies are indeed really soft and friend-shaped. Kira would sit in one's lap if they were big enough. She also does appreciate the benefit of being in the position she's in, even if the furniture poking into her body is a bit uncomfortable.
"Dhamaji. You probably haven't heard of it? It's a city in Southeastern Zebrica, in the area near the Zeblu, Talonsvaal, and Roam. Actually we're also really close to the frontier of the Kirin Empire. It's way, way far away from here, so far away that I had never seen a pony before in my life until I got here. Like I knew you all existed, we had books about you and Equestria but still, we only ever saw zebras or griffons. The kirins liked to keep to themselves rather than coming all the way out to our tribe."
That does make sense, ponies are indeed really soft and friend-shaped. Kira would sit in one's lap if they were big enough. She also does appreciate the benefit of being in the position she's in, even if the furniture poking into her body is a bit uncomfortable.
"Dhamaji. You probably haven't heard of it? It's a city in Southeastern Zebrica, in the area near the Zeblu, Talonsvaal, and Roam. Actually we're also really close to the frontier of the Kirin Empire. It's way, way far away from here, so far away that I had never seen a pony before in my life until I got here. Like I knew you all existed, we had books about you and Equestria but still, we only ever saw zebras or griffons. The kirins liked to keep to themselves rather than coming all the way out to our tribe."
>>174698
Oh, Posey is definitely tired. Somehow, she feels like more has been taken out of her on a physical level than expected. Must be the weather, although it's actually cooler here and now than it is on the Dread Peninsula in summer.
Mason turns the vehicle on, and begins to move. The cylinder barely fits in the back, needing to be angled, and the diamond dog lays back, with a few bags covering her to act like blankets. The door closest to her head is cracked open to allow the flow of air. Mason himself rolls down some windows on a few occasions. The roads are long, windy, and lonely for the first portion of the trip, travelling through endless forest, and periodically over creeks and in one instance, a true river.
At one point, the vehicle comes upon a segment of the road where there are very clear cracks in either side, and the tree line is clear on either side. Mason slows down, and looks to either side, where trees are snapped off from their bases, uprooted, branches broken, or in some cases simply bent to either side. The broken trees form a line that crosses the road and is maybe 20 or 30 feet wide. When this segment of road is crossed, Mason steps on the gas, accelerating the engine much faster than the shift of the gear can match.
Mason enters the main road going north, and by this time the sun has set, and the remainder of the trip is in increasingly dwindling twilight, becoming full night by the time they meet the one checkpoint outside Baltimare. Posey is only minimally expected, and they make it to Licorice's manor, where he is up and about with Day Low Rain.
>>174704
Sure
Oh, Posey is definitely tired. Somehow, she feels like more has been taken out of her on a physical level than expected. Must be the weather, although it's actually cooler here and now than it is on the Dread Peninsula in summer.
Mason turns the vehicle on, and begins to move. The cylinder barely fits in the back, needing to be angled, and the diamond dog lays back, with a few bags covering her to act like blankets. The door closest to her head is cracked open to allow the flow of air. Mason himself rolls down some windows on a few occasions. The roads are long, windy, and lonely for the first portion of the trip, travelling through endless forest, and periodically over creeks and in one instance, a true river.
At one point, the vehicle comes upon a segment of the road where there are very clear cracks in either side, and the tree line is clear on either side. Mason slows down, and looks to either side, where trees are snapped off from their bases, uprooted, branches broken, or in some cases simply bent to either side. The broken trees form a line that crosses the road and is maybe 20 or 30 feet wide. When this segment of road is crossed, Mason steps on the gas, accelerating the engine much faster than the shift of the gear can match.
Mason enters the main road going north, and by this time the sun has set, and the remainder of the trip is in increasingly dwindling twilight, becoming full night by the time they meet the one checkpoint outside Baltimare. Posey is only minimally expected, and they make it to Licorice's manor, where he is up and about with Day Low Rain.
>>174704
Sure
>>174699
Guy tilts his head, looking a bit offended
"What? What do you mean?"
>>174700
Mala simply looks up at Silver
>>174701
The stallion listens, and occasionally looks back
"Oh uh... yeah, I've heard of the Kirins and their grove before. I've delivered furniture for a few kirin. They are a bit odd though. Reserved. Most of them anyways."
Guy tilts his head, looking a bit offended
"What? What do you mean?"
>>174700
Mala simply looks up at Silver
>>174701
The stallion listens, and occasionally looks back
"Oh uh... yeah, I've heard of the Kirins and their grove before. I've delivered furniture for a few kirin. They are a bit odd though. Reserved. Most of them anyways."
>>174706
"They are a bit odd." Kira giggles. "They look really exotic though, a different kind of exotic from you ponies. You're exotic because, well, we never see any of you around where we live, while kirins are just, well...exotic! I've heard of lamias living within the Kirin Empire and the other kirin nations. An entirely different subspecies called 'fire lamias'. Supposedly they have fire magic, hence the name, and I've even heard some of them have the physical features of kirins! Very reclusive though, and apparently very territorial. I'm not sure if they're more or less territorial than the huge jungle lamias to the south of my tribe."
"They are a bit odd." Kira giggles. "They look really exotic though, a different kind of exotic from you ponies. You're exotic because, well, we never see any of you around where we live, while kirins are just, well...exotic! I've heard of lamias living within the Kirin Empire and the other kirin nations. An entirely different subspecies called 'fire lamias'. Supposedly they have fire magic, hence the name, and I've even heard some of them have the physical features of kirins! Very reclusive though, and apparently very territorial. I'm not sure if they're more or less territorial than the huge jungle lamias to the south of my tribe."
>>174705
>Posey is definitely tired. Somehow, she feels like more has been taken out of her on a physical level than expected. Must be the weather, although it's actually cooler here and now than it is on the Dread Peninsula in summer.
"I should have never gone out during the day, or crossed over and through all that water... Anything for the mission though... urgh!" Posey groans glassy-eyed, necrotic black veins visibly pulsing through the white fur on her face in what could be described as the undead equivalent to a migraine. Her fur appears blotched and patchy, and her mane is frizzy and discolored. Her face contorts erratically, at times seemingly feral as bat-like or wolf-like features push themselves to the surface. Despite being a daywalker, adventuring in such conditions doesn't come without its costs...
She distracts herself by combing her mane, brushing her fur, polishing her armor, checking her makeup as best as a pony can without a mirror, and generally trying to salvage her appearance.
>over creeks and in one instance, a true river.
Posey winces and yelps quietly at this, trying to suppress the visibility of her pain.
>At one point, the vehicle comes upon a segment of the road where there are very clear cracks in either side, and the tree line is clear on either side. Mason slows down, and looks to either side, where trees are snapped off from their bases, uprooted, branches broken, or in some cases simply bent to either side. The broken trees form a line that crosses the road and is maybe 20 or 30 feet wide. When this segment of road is crossed, Mason steps on the gas, accelerating the engine much faster than the shift of the gear can match.
"I wonder what caused that...?" Posey wonders aloud
>by this time the sun has set, and the remainder of the trip is in increasingly dwindling twilight, becoming full night
"At last, the Night..." Posey says, her mood improving alongside her face, seemingly energized by the darkness. The blacked veins on her face fade away. Her fur becomes snowy white, seemingly absorbing the filth into itself. Her mane shines scarlet once more. Her eyes glow with that menacing golden aura. All monstrous, un-pony features fade from her face as she reclaims her comely and delicate appearance.
Posey performs all necessarily checks and charms with her improved modifiers to get past the checkpoint.
>Posey is only minimally expected, and they make it to Licorice's manor, where he is up and about with Day Low Rain.
"At last, I have returned, victorious!" Posey declares, puffing her chest out with a whirl of her cape, raising her sword in the air, her horn shining with a halo of sickening light in all her golden vainglory. A vain smugness betrays her normally paralyzed face and calm demeanor.
The Dread animated diamond dog arms levitate just behind her, one brandishing the electric polearm as if held by an invisible sentinel, the other gently leading the captured bitch by her shackles.
Behind her, the disguised ghoul drags the cylinder, saddlebags loaded with other spoils of the adventure.
The ghosts do whatever they want, I guess. Posey doesn't control them.
>Posey is definitely tired. Somehow, she feels like more has been taken out of her on a physical level than expected. Must be the weather, although it's actually cooler here and now than it is on the Dread Peninsula in summer.
"I should have never gone out during the day, or crossed over and through all that water... Anything for the mission though... urgh!" Posey groans glassy-eyed, necrotic black veins visibly pulsing through the white fur on her face in what could be described as the undead equivalent to a migraine. Her fur appears blotched and patchy, and her mane is frizzy and discolored. Her face contorts erratically, at times seemingly feral as bat-like or wolf-like features push themselves to the surface. Despite being a daywalker, adventuring in such conditions doesn't come without its costs...
She distracts herself by combing her mane, brushing her fur, polishing her armor, checking her makeup as best as a pony can without a mirror, and generally trying to salvage her appearance.
>over creeks and in one instance, a true river.
Posey winces and yelps quietly at this, trying to suppress the visibility of her pain.
>At one point, the vehicle comes upon a segment of the road where there are very clear cracks in either side, and the tree line is clear on either side. Mason slows down, and looks to either side, where trees are snapped off from their bases, uprooted, branches broken, or in some cases simply bent to either side. The broken trees form a line that crosses the road and is maybe 20 or 30 feet wide. When this segment of road is crossed, Mason steps on the gas, accelerating the engine much faster than the shift of the gear can match.
"I wonder what caused that...?" Posey wonders aloud
>by this time the sun has set, and the remainder of the trip is in increasingly dwindling twilight, becoming full night
"At last, the Night..." Posey says, her mood improving alongside her face, seemingly energized by the darkness. The blacked veins on her face fade away. Her fur becomes snowy white, seemingly absorbing the filth into itself. Her mane shines scarlet once more. Her eyes glow with that menacing golden aura. All monstrous, un-pony features fade from her face as she reclaims her comely and delicate appearance.
Posey performs all necessarily checks and charms with her improved modifiers to get past the checkpoint.
>Posey is only minimally expected, and they make it to Licorice's manor, where he is up and about with Day Low Rain.
"At last, I have returned, victorious!" Posey declares, puffing her chest out with a whirl of her cape, raising her sword in the air, her horn shining with a halo of sickening light in all her golden vainglory. A vain smugness betrays her normally paralyzed face and calm demeanor.
The Dread animated diamond dog arms levitate just behind her, one brandishing the electric polearm as if held by an invisible sentinel, the other gently leading the captured bitch by her shackles.
Behind her, the disguised ghoul drags the cylinder, saddlebags loaded with other spoils of the adventure.
The ghosts do whatever they want, I guess. Posey doesn't control them.
>>174706
Amber gives a small, reassuring smile as she explains, "Nothing to do with you, but I've heard of griffons working with radical groups like the anarchists that give Sewn so much trouble. But, uh, I guess those are only rumors to me, since it's been only ponies that have gone after the shop."
Amber gives a small, reassuring smile as she explains, "Nothing to do with you, but I've heard of griffons working with radical groups like the anarchists that give Sewn so much trouble. But, uh, I guess those are only rumors to me, since it's been only ponies that have gone after the shop."
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