Continuing, and hopefully introducing new characters.
And on the wrong damn post number
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>177456
Twisting around, Kira feels Neela move onto her side. Her mouth twists, and her hoof extends. "No..." She speaks to herself. "I don't want to go to work.. Not today..." She twists around
Twisting around, Kira feels Neela move onto her side. Her mouth twists, and her hoof extends. "No..." She speaks to herself. "I don't want to go to work.. Not today..." She twists around
>>177432
Moving across and past the rows of downed trees is not easy. Their singed trunks, the mud, and assorted splinters and debris make moving the sled sometimes impossible, and requires detours, or dragging the sled over tree trunks. What is worse is that the now leveled forest provides no cover, and the ponies are now exposed under the black abyss of the sky. Off in the distance, it is hard to tell if the seeming movement is real, simply imagined, or perhaps some object near the ground further away moving more slowly within the field of view than some object closer. Even the twinkling stars are periodically obscured by some undefined blackness. What is certain is that the ponies have nothing hiding them from what may be lurking in the dark. Amber does not know how big this Blast is, nor how far it extends, but certainly it extends much further than her eyes can see - not to imply that she can see far in the black night.
The adults find a creek bed that is almost parallel to the downed trees how far below the level of the ground the creek runs varies, but in general, it can cover the ponies, or almost cover the ponies, from outside. It's wide enough for at least one pony to walk abreast on each bank next to the frozen stream in the middle. Amber can drag the sled over the ice, although sometimes the ice seems too thin for this to feel wise. Periodically, the adults move to look up and outside of the creek to what is beyond. Amber and Jakala, however, remain inside. Amber can see that the creek is normally lined with dead grass or lichen, often covered in a thin layer of packed snow or ice. In many places, however, lines of mud extend over the ice and grass in ugly lines that have themselves frozen over, and this extends even to the frozen stream.
Moving across and past the rows of downed trees is not easy. Their singed trunks, the mud, and assorted splinters and debris make moving the sled sometimes impossible, and requires detours, or dragging the sled over tree trunks. What is worse is that the now leveled forest provides no cover, and the ponies are now exposed under the black abyss of the sky. Off in the distance, it is hard to tell if the seeming movement is real, simply imagined, or perhaps some object near the ground further away moving more slowly within the field of view than some object closer. Even the twinkling stars are periodically obscured by some undefined blackness. What is certain is that the ponies have nothing hiding them from what may be lurking in the dark. Amber does not know how big this Blast is, nor how far it extends, but certainly it extends much further than her eyes can see - not to imply that she can see far in the black night.
The adults find a creek bed that is almost parallel to the downed trees how far below the level of the ground the creek runs varies, but in general, it can cover the ponies, or almost cover the ponies, from outside. It's wide enough for at least one pony to walk abreast on each bank next to the frozen stream in the middle. Amber can drag the sled over the ice, although sometimes the ice seems too thin for this to feel wise. Periodically, the adults move to look up and outside of the creek to what is beyond. Amber and Jakala, however, remain inside. Amber can see that the creek is normally lined with dead grass or lichen, often covered in a thin layer of packed snow or ice. In many places, however, lines of mud extend over the ice and grass in ugly lines that have themselves frozen over, and this extends even to the frozen stream.
>>177457
D'awwwwww. She's having a nightmare about working. Kira reaches up, and gives her deer friend a reassuring pat.
D'awwwwww. She's having a nightmare about working. Kira reaches up, and gives her deer friend a reassuring pat.
>>177458
Amber feels terrified about making the slightest sound out here in the wastes. This place isn't natural, they shouldn't be here…weren't the grown-ups worried about some sort of "virus" as they put it? The creek bed's depression is only a small comfort.
"Papa, why are we out here?" she whispers. Her voice is small, tremulous, and comes across as if she's shivering.
Amber feels terrified about making the slightest sound out here in the wastes. This place isn't natural, they shouldn't be here…weren't the grown-ups worried about some sort of "virus" as they put it? The creek bed's depression is only a small comfort.
"Papa, why are we out here?" she whispers. Her voice is small, tremulous, and comes across as if she's shivering.
>>177431
Cavaliere seems to smile as well, or at least his eyes suggest it. Those beaks are always in the way.
"Major, as soon as I have my licenses I'll be out of here. I imagine your subordinates will be able to find me easily."
>>177434
How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Cavaliere seems to smile as well, or at least his eyes suggest it. Those beaks are always in the way.
"Major, as soon as I have my licenses I'll be out of here. I imagine your subordinates will be able to find me easily."
>>177434
How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
>>177460
It is worth mentioning that the ice-entombed plants Amber sometimes drags the sled over are dead. The trees, were they not slain by the Blast, would certainly be in torpor. The layers of snow and ice are thin, thinner than the snow that would sometimes fall on Amber's farm back home. This place is not only dark but dry, and Amber has not seen a single snowflake fall from the clear, black skies above. The grass and bark of the plants, however, are often singed, charred, or outright destroyed by fire, and the ponies (except Amber) have to lower their heads as the pass under a burnt log that has fallen over the creek bed.
Father turns back to Amber and pats her head in a way that is likely more to reassure himself than her.
"Well uh, to see what that Vaeltaja is up to. You wanted to see the holy site, right? That spiritual site? Well all the same, we are just investigating." He says and smiles weakly.
Jakala behaves herself, more or less. She got off and walked when Amber had to drag the sled over trunks. When Amber reached the ice, she hops onto it again. She stays silent, though she does start talking,
"Do you hear that? It's a crackling. Like a fire. crack crack crack crack."
"Shhhh" Father says, looking back to Jakala, who stops speaking, and then over the side of the creak. And the ponies do hear sounds. Once, some kind of mammalian sound. Amber can't say if it is a wolf, or something else. The ponies stop moving, look over the side, and their ears go back. They don't seem too concerned otherwise. Later, there is a sound closer to an insect, like a cicada. This disturbs the ponies, and they move to the other side of the stream.
The ponies continue along the stream. Father again turns to Amber and whispers,
"Did you want to see the stone?"
>>177461
He nods
"Do you have your arrangements for where you will be staying?"
>>177459
Deer is pat
Her fur is short, and just a little coarse. Her ears move back, then up.
It is worth mentioning that the ice-entombed plants Amber sometimes drags the sled over are dead. The trees, were they not slain by the Blast, would certainly be in torpor. The layers of snow and ice are thin, thinner than the snow that would sometimes fall on Amber's farm back home. This place is not only dark but dry, and Amber has not seen a single snowflake fall from the clear, black skies above. The grass and bark of the plants, however, are often singed, charred, or outright destroyed by fire, and the ponies (except Amber) have to lower their heads as the pass under a burnt log that has fallen over the creek bed.
Father turns back to Amber and pats her head in a way that is likely more to reassure himself than her.
"Well uh, to see what that Vaeltaja is up to. You wanted to see the holy site, right? That spiritual site? Well all the same, we are just investigating." He says and smiles weakly.
Jakala behaves herself, more or less. She got off and walked when Amber had to drag the sled over trunks. When Amber reached the ice, she hops onto it again. She stays silent, though she does start talking,
"Do you hear that? It's a crackling. Like a fire. crack crack crack crack."
"Shhhh" Father says, looking back to Jakala, who stops speaking, and then over the side of the creak. And the ponies do hear sounds. Once, some kind of mammalian sound. Amber can't say if it is a wolf, or something else. The ponies stop moving, look over the side, and their ears go back. They don't seem too concerned otherwise. Later, there is a sound closer to an insect, like a cicada. This disturbs the ponies, and they move to the other side of the stream.
The ponies continue along the stream. Father again turns to Amber and whispers,
"Did you want to see the stone?"
>>177461
He nods
"Do you have your arrangements for where you will be staying?"
>>177459
Deer is pat
Her fur is short, and just a little coarse. Her ears move back, then up.
>>177462
Amber has a gut instinct that none of them belong out here and that they should turn back. However, she knows she can't convince the grown-ups to do that, and they seem to think of the "Inspector" as scarier. Plus, she really does have a curiosity that must be satiated.
"Yes," she replies meekly.
Amber has a gut instinct that none of them belong out here and that they should turn back. However, she knows she can't convince the grown-ups to do that, and they seem to think of the "Inspector" as scarier. Plus, she really does have a curiosity that must be satiated.
"Yes," she replies meekly.
>>177463
He rubs behind her ear, sometimes pressing it down and flapping it.
"But, little pony, you should know. It's just a stone. Nothing more and nothing less. There's nothing to really be afraid of, little Kultainen, except that we may be less, as ponies, than we could be."
He scratches some more.
The creek becomes shallow, and also has noticeable twists. The stallion says "If we are going to get closer, we will need to get leave the creek."
Peaking out, it's nothing but an endless stretch of felled trees, extending towards blackness in every direction.
He rubs behind her ear, sometimes pressing it down and flapping it.
"But, little pony, you should know. It's just a stone. Nothing more and nothing less. There's nothing to really be afraid of, little Kultainen, except that we may be less, as ponies, than we could be."
He scratches some more.
The creek becomes shallow, and also has noticeable twists. The stallion says "If we are going to get closer, we will need to get leave the creek."
Peaking out, it's nothing but an endless stretch of felled trees, extending towards blackness in every direction.
>>177464
"The Sonata is provided for military contractors. It has the advantage of being defended, even if it is most likely watched. Should that not be to your liking, you can stay elsewhere, and maybe get a voucher in lieu. Just so long as we can find you."
>>177465
Neela does know how cute she is. Cute enough to be spared. Like Nipper, but unlike Hopper. The ears move up on the deer as she is pat, and rotate.
"The Sonata is provided for military contractors. It has the advantage of being defended, even if it is most likely watched. Should that not be to your liking, you can stay elsewhere, and maybe get a voucher in lieu. Just so long as we can find you."
>>177465
Neela does know how cute she is. Cute enough to be spared. Like Nipper, but unlike Hopper. The ears move up on the deer as she is pat, and rotate.
>>177466
"I'm not afraid. It's just a stone," she insists. "But…this place is so odd. This whole forest is gone, but our village is okay. Are we just lucky?"
"I'm not afraid. It's just a stone," she insists. "But…this place is so odd. This whole forest is gone, but our village is okay. Are we just lucky?"
>>177467
He takes another puff of his cigar. "I appreciate the gesture. However, my profession relies on clients believing that they can come to me unobserved. I will let you know, don't worry."
He takes another puff of his cigar. "I appreciate the gesture. However, my profession relies on clients believing that they can come to me unobserved. I will let you know, don't worry."
>>177468
scritch scritch scritch
"Oh little pony, I wouldn't call it lucky that a meteor came so close to us. They are so rare, we're unlucky it hit nearby at all. We lost every single glass window, most of our trees, and quite a few smaller sheds. Our homes at least were spared but uh, yes, if it had exploded just a kaffekok to the southeast, it would have- it would have been much worse, yes."
The other stallion looks back and comments
"Should we be so quick to dismiss the convergence? That explosion happened right by the sieidis in the forest. I mean, maybe not like Vaeltaja says, but remember our ancestors believed it to hold a portal to the underworld and beyond."
Father:
"Well yes, I think we should. The ponies from Everfrost say it was a meteor."
Stallion:
"They are too quick to dismiss the wisdom of our ancestors."
Father:
sigh
"The explosion came from high above the ground, didn't it?"
Stallion:
"I... think so? I'm just saying..."
When the ponies go back above ground, they are surely exposed.
>>177469
He nods, with a small smile.
"Very well. Your documents are in the other room. You'll have more details on your first assignment shortly."
scritch scritch scritch
"Oh little pony, I wouldn't call it lucky that a meteor came so close to us. They are so rare, we're unlucky it hit nearby at all. We lost every single glass window, most of our trees, and quite a few smaller sheds. Our homes at least were spared but uh, yes, if it had exploded just a kaffekok to the southeast, it would have- it would have been much worse, yes."
The other stallion looks back and comments
"Should we be so quick to dismiss the convergence? That explosion happened right by the sieidis in the forest. I mean, maybe not like Vaeltaja says, but remember our ancestors believed it to hold a portal to the underworld and beyond."
Father:
"Well yes, I think we should. The ponies from Everfrost say it was a meteor."
Stallion:
"They are too quick to dismiss the wisdom of our ancestors."
Father:
sigh
"The explosion came from high above the ground, didn't it?"
Stallion:
"I... think so? I'm just saying..."
When the ponies go back above ground, they are surely exposed.
>>177469
He nods, with a small smile.
"Very well. Your documents are in the other room. You'll have more details on your first assignment shortly."
>>177470
Amber has to wonder why these stallions act so dismissive of the spirits and their actions, yet are quick to second-guess themselves whenever something unusual happens. It's not long before she's more caught up in worry about what lurks in the dark.
Amber has to wonder why these stallions act so dismissive of the spirits and their actions, yet are quick to second-guess themselves whenever something unusual happens. It's not long before she's more caught up in worry about what lurks in the dark.
>>177470
Cavaliere thanks the major and collects the documents. He moves on to the next stage of customs, if there is one, but not before asking the name of the detained stallion and where he used to live.
Cavaliere thanks the major and collects the documents. He moves on to the next stage of customs, if there is one, but not before asking the name of the detained stallion and where he used to live.
>>177467
I think Hopper showed how cute he was in Kira's dream last night. Regardless, Neela is doing a good job of showing how cute she is now. "D'awwwww."
I think Hopper showed how cute he was in Kira's dream last night. Regardless, Neela is doing a good job of showing how cute she is now. "D'awwwww."
>>177471
The ponies start to walk through the destroyed forest, over the burned husks of trees and under the star and aurora studded abyssal black sky. The twilight in the south starts to wane, and the black retakes its place.
But off in the distance, to the south and west, the moving shadows become undeniable. Multiple moving shadows, black at first, then grey, move along in a group.
>>177473
So Neela isn't too cute to eat. Makes sense, I suppose.
At this point, it's pretty clear that she's trying to sleep in, or avoid doing something. There's no way this is her natural sleep schedule. Unless she got up last night for several hours... which is certainly possible, but Kira found her in the same place she left her.
>>177472
Garv goes back into the room and meets up with the same black stallion, who hooves him a license and some papers. Off in the next room he is lined up to take a photograph. Soon enough, a laminated visa is produced. Garv's face is, well, Garv... Watermarks and what must presumably be anti-forgery features give the visa an oddly aesthetic quality.
"His name is Folded Holly. I don't think he's been released yet."
The ponies start to walk through the destroyed forest, over the burned husks of trees and under the star and aurora studded abyssal black sky. The twilight in the south starts to wane, and the black retakes its place.
But off in the distance, to the south and west, the moving shadows become undeniable. Multiple moving shadows, black at first, then grey, move along in a group.
>>177473
So Neela isn't too cute to eat. Makes sense, I suppose.
At this point, it's pretty clear that she's trying to sleep in, or avoid doing something. There's no way this is her natural sleep schedule. Unless she got up last night for several hours... which is certainly possible, but Kira found her in the same place she left her.
>>177472
Garv goes back into the room and meets up with the same black stallion, who hooves him a license and some papers. Off in the next room he is lined up to take a photograph. Soon enough, a laminated visa is produced. Garv's face is, well, Garv... Watermarks and what must presumably be anti-forgery features give the visa an oddly aesthetic quality.
"His name is Folded Holly. I don't think he's been released yet."
Amber bites her father's coat to grab his attention, and points a hoof at the movement.
>>177475
He looks over towards the movement, and crouches down. The other stallion, ahead of the two, has already noticed.
They move slowly, and seem to be mostly brown in color, though with accents of other colors. There are four of them.
>>177476
"Yes. He seems to have an aunt in the area, and also a sister. His parents may or may not be in Canterlot. We haven't figured that out yet."
He looks over towards the movement, and crouches down. The other stallion, ahead of the two, has already noticed.
They move slowly, and seem to be mostly brown in color, though with accents of other colors. There are four of them.
>>177476
"Yes. He seems to have an aunt in the area, and also a sister. His parents may or may not be in Canterlot. We haven't figured that out yet."
>>177477
It's really hard to pick out color in low-light conditions
She scoots over to the sled next to Jakala, in order to comfort her and make sure she doesn't make any noise. Her ears are trained on the figures ahead.
It's really hard to pick out color in low-light conditions
She scoots over to the sled next to Jakala, in order to comfort her and make sure she doesn't make any noise. Her ears are trained on the figures ahead.
>>177477
"If you have the names of his aunt and sister I could verify this information for you," he suggests.
"If you have the names of his aunt and sister I could verify this information for you," he suggests.
>>177480
Unfortunately we've run out of pony names for the day. Cavaliere says, "Thank you" and finishes the customs process with all his luggage. He asks for a high-end hotel with excellent customer service.
Unfortunately we've run out of pony names for the day. Cavaliere says, "Thank you" and finishes the customs process with all his luggage. He asks for a high-end hotel with excellent customer service.
>>177483
She can try
>>177481
A slow pace it must be, as every movement forward threatens to crack a twig, or piles of dead needles.
Amber does, however, see what the figures are, although she surely already suspects the answer. They are ponies. Four of them, and wearing jackets. The adults move slowly forward, or try to.
>>177482
scrunchy
"The Lord Baltimare is in the city center. Not far from Union Station, the military headquarters, R&M, and even the Blackhooves. A car can take you there if you desire."
She can try
>>177481
A slow pace it must be, as every movement forward threatens to crack a twig, or piles of dead needles.
Amber does, however, see what the figures are, although she surely already suspects the answer. They are ponies. Four of them, and wearing jackets. The adults move slowly forward, or try to.
>>177482
scrunchy
"The Lord Baltimare is in the city center. Not far from Union Station, the military headquarters, R&M, and even the Blackhooves. A car can take you there if you desire."
>>177484
Ponies? she must wonder. Why would ponies, let alone four all together, be out in this dismal place? Surely it's not for the same reason her group is?
Ponies? she must wonder. Why would ponies, let alone four all together, be out in this dismal place? Surely it's not for the same reason her group is?
>>177484
And try she does, make slow, steady, subtle movements to try to uncoil without making Neela fall.
And try she does, make slow, steady, subtle movements to try to uncoil without making Neela fall.
[4d6 = 11]
[4d6 = 18]
[4d6 = 15]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 13]
[4d6 = 18]
[4d6 = 15]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 13]
Gonna roll craft (writing) to see how many shekels Posey makes off of her Necrology report this week
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
*sighs*
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 6]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 2] , [1d6 = 6] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4]
[1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 5]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 6]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 2] , [1d6 = 6] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4]
[1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 5]
>>177492
I'm just going to use the elite array for my cohorts and followers. There's going to be quite a few of them, and they all need to be inferior to Posey.
>>177461
>How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Because you live in a country where a pony named "Pinkie Pie" is considered to be a national hero.
I'm just going to use the elite array for my cohorts and followers. There's going to be quite a few of them, and they all need to be inferior to Posey.
>>177461
>How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Because you live in a country where a pony named "Pinkie Pie" is considered to be a national hero.
Somewhere among the streets of Baltimare, a very out of place looking zebra is wandering in the morning light. Most would say aimlessly, but he knows he's looking for something. What or where this thing is nopony knows, including him.
>>177495
Oh my, this one is simply adorable! How long have YOU been dead, not that it has affected your delightful figure!
(This is in character but meta, dont twist it)
Oh my, this one is simply adorable! How long have YOU been dead, not that it has affected your delightful figure!
(This is in character but meta, dont twist it)
>>177496
Is it purpose? If that is the case, he may have to try harder. Some find purpose in family. In their children, in their wives and spouses, and in their friends. Some find purpose in their work. Some find purpose in a higher power.
But if he's looking for coffee or a place to get breakfast, there are plenty of options along the road
>>177486
A black cab awaits, and soon, Garv is transported through the city at twilight. The road follows an avenue next to the river, which is raised above the level of the bed by ten or so feet. To the right are many brick buildings, at first not so nice and including things like a brick factory, but soon replaced by row after row of townhomes, with bright red as well as greyish white. After a while and past a tall, neoclassical styled building that takes up the entire block, it turns north. The buildings become taller as he goes along, until by the center, several of the buildings could be called skyscrapers, with the most prominent of these having a shape almost like a sail on a mast.
Then they pull up to a stone-facade building with brass ringing around its revolving front door. The cab pulls up, and a tan unicorn colt is ready to take Garv's bag. Neon lights show that this is indeed the Lord Baltimare.
>>177490
And...
thump
The deer slips off and falls to the rug as the coils let up. Her eyes go big, and she stands up.
"What? Huh?"
>>177485
They move along, until they see several more ponies simply standing. Several trees in this area still stand, albeit perfectly cleaned of all branches or needles. They may as well be telephone poles, erected after the blast. And beyond this, they can see that they are on the crest of some kind of lake or other geological feature.
Is it purpose? If that is the case, he may have to try harder. Some find purpose in family. In their children, in their wives and spouses, and in their friends. Some find purpose in their work. Some find purpose in a higher power.
But if he's looking for coffee or a place to get breakfast, there are plenty of options along the road
>>177486
A black cab awaits, and soon, Garv is transported through the city at twilight. The road follows an avenue next to the river, which is raised above the level of the bed by ten or so feet. To the right are many brick buildings, at first not so nice and including things like a brick factory, but soon replaced by row after row of townhomes, with bright red as well as greyish white. After a while and past a tall, neoclassical styled building that takes up the entire block, it turns north. The buildings become taller as he goes along, until by the center, several of the buildings could be called skyscrapers, with the most prominent of these having a shape almost like a sail on a mast.
Then they pull up to a stone-facade building with brass ringing around its revolving front door. The cab pulls up, and a tan unicorn colt is ready to take Garv's bag. Neon lights show that this is indeed the Lord Baltimare.
>>177490
And...
thump
The deer slips off and falls to the rug as the coils let up. Her eyes go big, and she stands up.
"What? Huh?"
>>177485
They move along, until they see several more ponies simply standing. Several trees in this area still stand, albeit perfectly cleaned of all branches or needles. They may as well be telephone poles, erected after the blast. And beyond this, they can see that they are on the crest of some kind of lake or other geological feature.
>>177498
Cavaliere pays close attention to the surroundings he passes by. He pays the cab fare, plus tip, and lets the uniformed bellhop take his bags as he heads to the reception area.
Cavaliere pays close attention to the surroundings he passes by. He pays the cab fare, plus tip, and lets the uniformed bellhop take his bags as he heads to the reception area.
>>177498
Kira cringes, and looks back to Neela.
"...sorry! I was trying to move without disturbing you. I think I failed..."
Kira cringes, and looks back to Neela.
"...sorry! I was trying to move without disturbing you. I think I failed..."
>>177498
This must be some sort of special place for them. Amber watches at a distance. Perhaps Vaeltaja is among them.
This must be some sort of special place for them. Amber watches at a distance. Perhaps Vaeltaja is among them.
>>177500
Neela is draped in the blanket. She stands up, trembling, and looks to either side.
>>177499
Inside, he enters into an atrium with a second level and brass or gilded rails, a piano and a stair case with red carpet, and marble decor everywhere. A green unicorn mare sits behind the marble reception counter.
>>177501
They move together and... They kind of just stand there. Not talking to each other, not looking in some direction expectantly, but just standing there. Still.
Neela is draped in the blanket. She stands up, trembling, and looks to either side.
>>177499
Inside, he enters into an atrium with a second level and brass or gilded rails, a piano and a stair case with red carpet, and marble decor everywhere. A green unicorn mare sits behind the marble reception counter.
>>177501
They move together and... They kind of just stand there. Not talking to each other, not looking in some direction expectantly, but just standing there. Still.
>>177502
Amber is confused by this behavior. Are they waiting for somepony to show up? It's not natural. She stops approaching and waits to see what happens.
Amber is confused by this behavior. Are they waiting for somepony to show up? It's not natural. She stops approaching and waits to see what happens.
>>177502
The griffon keenly observes what other creatures may be inside. He approaches the counter and removes his hat. "Good evening, mademoiselle. I'd like to see about renting a room."
The griffon keenly observes what other creatures may be inside. He approaches the counter and removes his hat. "Good evening, mademoiselle. I'd like to see about renting a room."
>>177502
"Sorry!" Kira smiles sheepishly at her deer friend. "Were you having a nightmare? You were mumbling in your sleep about not wanting to work."
"Sorry!" Kira smiles sheepishly at her deer friend. "Were you having a nightmare? You were mumbling in your sleep about not wanting to work."
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