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>>191061>>191062>>191063Giving it some more thought, ultimately I think I'll leave the decision as to whether you'll come or not up to you. It's not that the decision doesn't matter or that I don't care about the decision, it's that I think Posey would be of invaluable help to either group.
>>191064I'll be there. I just need to sleep for now.
>>191062>"Do you think we should come up with cover story for my presence? Perhaps say I am part of attaché from Northern Tribes to keep eye on Chernobog and report back with any discoveries that are made?""They will be unwilling to trust us no matter what we tell them, so there is no need to make up new stories. Just tell them that we are pirates who came to pillage this airship for items and take the airponies hostage, before the monsters started appearing and complicated our escape." Posey says
Virgin Flame is scared awake by her own loud snoring. "Who let the pones out? Neigh. Neigh. Neigh-neigh!" she shouts as she just dreamt of being on stage with baggy clothes, rapin' off a sick freestyle. She rips her hooves free from the fat gluing her to the floor, like you might put pineapple on pizza. She tears through the cobwebs strung up between her ears and hammers out the spider nesting in her ear. She brushes off the moss grown on her coat.
Sees the bap before her. She grins wickedly and a tongue glazes up her lips.
>Rape ^^
>>191070Nice to have you back, Flame.
>>191071Idk what compelled me to draw porn and post here.
>>191060GM, is there anything else you want us to clarify to avoid frustration, before we proceed?
>>191060Cavaliere will stay inside the carriage to better avoid being spotted by any nosy scouts. He makes sure the griffons are inside, too.
Perhaps it would be best to set the explosives on the equipment in question, just in case. I don't think he would be the one to do it if it took a special skill check.
>>191070Yay!
>>191079>I don't think he would be the one to do it if it took a special skill check.None of us has ranks in the demolitions skill, and GM has yet to call for it in this game. If any of us can do it, you can to.
>>191071While I don't where the last post of our RP is, I do know where we cut off. The fash bat was about to give Zealot Pyre the info of where the rest of the statue's body is (so she can
>Rape it instead). ^^
>>191100The other red-haired white mare is threatening to outrape me. I need to step up my game.
>>191100This
>>188329 → was the last post to Virgin Flame, which was evidently supposed to be followed by more.
>>191102>>191100She continues,
"This pony of interest was a dock worker - so many of the radicals are - and was presumably unemployed at around the time of the Revolt. A teller from the bank across the street who had been impressed into defending it identified a pony of his appearance as among those who had approached the Cathedral. One of his neighbors mentioned him leaving that morning. He seems to have a hatred for the Celestial Church. Some sort of personal issue. He was suspected to have committed other acts of vandalism against churches." She smiles. "Hard to blame him. He's living in the Eastside now, unloading trucks for a soda company at restaurants in the area. He has not caught our attention since, though he seems to have been arrested for public intoxication once."
She then pushes forward another manilla folder with her hoof,
"This is Goldmare. A yellow unicorn mare, below middle age. She went to University, and unfortunately never recovered from the experience. She was on the payroll of the unions as an 'administrator' at the time. She was suspected by the Baltimare PD investigator as having organized the vandalism of the cathedral and several other structures. This is based on evidence in other cases, but also a conversation overheard by a patron of a local diner between her and ponies unknown. She was not witnessed nearby the cathedral that day, but that doesn't mean she wasn't there. She has remained in our interest since then for... other reasons. She lives north of the city center in a rowhouse with her disabled mother."
She moves a final folder towards Virgin, and remarks
"Good luck with this one. This is Haymarket. Tan colored pegasus stallion. Young adult, would have been 21 at the time. He was seen by the teller walking towards the Cathedral, though the investigator speculates that Goldmare may have been mistaken for him at long distance, given their similar coats. But he was certainly in the area. A pony watching from her home saw him walking along the streets earlier that day. He did much more than that. He was seen building barricades for the revolt and is alleged to have stolen from the requisition offices of a company he once worked for.
We have nothing on him since the revolt. Nothing at all. This would usually be explained by him moving out of Baltimare, but his mother filed a missing pony report on him shortly after the revolt. He is believed to have died in the revolt, but you never know. His mother could be covering for him. He may have gone off with the money."
[Read more] In anticipation for her next diplomacy check, Posey spritz herself with a bit of glitter and applies her makeup (powder, mascara, rouge). She does so expertly, in a motion so practiced it's clear that she's doing it without a mirror.
"I absolutely ADORE lead! Who knew that a humble byproduct in the production of silver could be so fabulous? Paint, makeup, powder, glitter, plates, sweeteners. White gold is simply divine."
She spritz some more glitter, now surrounded in an aura of mercury-infused microplastics.
"And this synthetic glitter is fabulous as well. The modern world brings so many new pleasure."
She takes a puff from her cigarette and blows a heart shaped smoke ring
>>191104Kira peaks her head out of a window in the airship, as she's hiding out of sight of the GRU for when they arrive. "Isn't lead, like, really super bad for you? I heard it seeps into your skin and travels along your blood to your brain where it makes you go crazy. I've heard that cities who built their sewage and water pipes out of lead have vastly worse crime rates and higher rates of mental disabilities than other cities."
>>191104Blackheel shares in Posey's love of the gray metal
"By product of silver? Nyet! Lead is more important than silver. Paint. Batteries for cars. Soldering for electronics. And cars, trucks, and planes could not even move if not for the lead in gasoline. Haha, and of course bullets. Who could forget bullets?"
A pause, and
"Yes, many new things. Science ponies are good for some things sometimes. When they don't need bullets through them."
He smiles
>>191105Starfire shakes his head,
"Oh no. The Ethyl company actually did a test, when people claimed their fuel additive was dangerous. The pony poured the lead additive over his legs to show that it is fine. It isn't higher than background levels of lead in the environment."
Blackheel:
"Nyet! Infrastructure is fine!"
[Read more] >>191105>Isn't lead, like, really super bad for you?We are in the early 20th century. Ponies in this era think that lead is a vitamin.
"Oh, quite the contrary. It does wonders for the skin, and the color is to die for." Posey replies
"You should try it some time. A little bit of makeup would really bring out your pretty scales."
>>191106"Indeed. You have a pragmatic mind, Blackheel. Lead is more useful and beautiful than silver ever was." Posey says, with absolutely no vampiric bias in her speech
>>191106>>191107With a grimace and a tilting of her head, Kira replies, "He poured lead over his legs? That seems...really dangerous and irresponsible. Like, you would do that just to keep up the use of lead in your gasoline? It makes you wonder what kind of motives he would have beyond just proving it's safe to risk such harm to himself."
To Posey specifically, Kira replies, "I'm not so sure I'd call lead more beautiful than silver. I mean, sure, it's shiny and all, but so is silver. And silver's
definitely less poisonous than lead. Well, I mean, it's not
totally non-poisonous, but you have to interact with an actual ton of silver for it to be properly harmful to you."
>>191108"I never expected a tribal lamia to be so opinionated on the health effects of industrial metallurgy. This world is full of surprises. Where did you hear such a thing?"
"Lead is excellent for makeup. Besides, I am allergic to silver, so it may as well be poison to me. I made the mistake of using an imported silver leaf eyeliner one day, and I can only begin to describe the burning."
>>191109Kira: "Ohhhhhh, fair enough on the allergy. I'm sorry to hear that, allergies really suck." She lowers her head in reverence to the poor infirm mare before lifting her head back up. "I mean we're tribal, but we're not primitive, you know? We have miners, smiths, metallurgists...I'm not any of those, but you pick stuff up when you talk with the other castes. Plus we get all kinds of books on all manner of topics through trading with merchants who pass through our lands. It's why I speak Ponish so well, the clerics had so many books in Ponish in the collection that it was basically either learn the language or go without reading."
I'm ready to start the next encounter whenever GM is
>>191106>>191107>>191108>>191109>>191110Cavaliere butts in.
"Regardless, I would prefer any application of lead to be away from me. Life is risky enough as it is, and many things have a capacity to be used to either create or destroy. Miss Kirafiki is quite right on her knowledge of heavy metals."If nopony else is doing anything, Cavaliere will plant the scuttling charges on the radar and the engines, hooking them up a single signal which for now will be protected from accidentally going off. Then he will return to cover.
Is knowledge of lead poisoning public information in this decade? I was making a period joke.>>191124I think all the preparations have been made then.
"Oh, that reminds me."
Posey produces her tiara from her satchel and polishes it gently, gazing at the white-gold metal in the evening light, basking in its horrible power.
"Such a lovely, exquisite color... I wonder if it contains any lead? It appears to be an allow of some kind. Sadly, I missed out on Arcane metallurgy at the academy. My tutors had other priorities..."
>>191126>and anyone who is well-educated in a modern setting would also recognize that factAlright. Time to roll Knowledge (Earth & Life Sciences) to see if Posey is aware of the effects that lead has on mortals:
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4]If this is a common knowledge check, the DC should be 10. If it's not common knowledge then I guess I can't use it untrained, unless it's an Alchemy check in which case Posey has the same mod.
Whether or not Posey knows about this, she would remain pro-lead because she's evil, lol. Also I love the poisonous white gold metaphor for her. [Read more] >>191127>1"The Ethyl Corporation has no reason to lie to us. Lead is the metal of the future!"
>>191108Starfire:
"No, the point of the demonstration was to show the public that it
isn't dangerous and irresponsible. The product that his... company sells. And makes money from..."
Starfire tilts his head to the left, letting his left ear flop down.
"Are you eating silver?"
He moves his head back up
"Anyways, don't drink gasoline. Or paint. Or silver."
>>191122"Ha!" Blackheel turns his head to address Cavaliere
"Are you afraid of getting your claws dirty?" he has a sly smile and slightly tilts his head. "Progress comes through paint, batteries, and gasoline. Do you expect it always to smell nice?" He turns to walk off with Silver, but then looks back to Cavaliere to add, "I would have thought you become accustomed to bullets."
>>191124"Hey, Griffin." A pony inside of the carriage, the white, wingless, hornless pony with a tunicate over his leg identified as Pinup Locker holds up a couple vials, offering them to Cavaliere.
"I see you've got pretty banged up. We have some extra potions in our med kit. These are more for cuts and external wounds. Not really what we have, but... You look like you need it."
Primed Well returns to his station at the gun.
>>191127Lead is a darker grey. The tiara is obviously an alloy of gold and a white colored metal, most likely silver.
[Read more] >>191136Kira: "No no, I don't...eat silver. It gets absorbed into the skin as you handle it. But no, none of us would drink/eat gasoline, paint, or silver. I don't think any of those would taste good, anyways..."
>>191136>most likely silverI hope it doesn't burn me. I'm going to just tell myself it's palladium instead... Posey's silver aversion is psychological anyway.
>>191137"Lead is an excellent sweetener."
>>191136"The GRU should be arriving any second now. Be ready." Posey says, staring off into the mist with a ready stance, her horn cracking with power and anticipation
The hillside remains veiled under thick, grey fog. But it moves slowly over the hill, portions vary in color, lighter or darker, corresponding to thicker and thinner portions of the cloud. The variations have an effect almost like being under water, watching the lighter and darker refractions of the sunlight on the sand in a shallow lagoon. But it is not by the visual senses alone that the hill draws comparison to being underwater. There are, to be sure, in a few blessed moments, the sounds of distant explosions or cracks, the former sometimes shaking the ground in miniature quakes. But between the explosions, the sound of silence takes over, only to remind the ponies that there is no silence at all. Though there is no sound in the slowly moving air, still in the mind of every creature present are two sounds that meet together. A high-pitched droning noise, like subjective tinnitus, and a muffled, constant reverb, like the sound of moving underwater.
Silver, Blackheel, and whomever joins them go forward. They doesn't make it far before the fog thins, and several figures can be seen. The black figures stop for a moment, and spread apart. Silver can see the edges of steel helmets, thick nylon flak jackets, the long wooden-encased barrels of rifles, and gasmasks that cover the muzzle and eyes. There is the sound of low whispers as they speak to each other, and move into three small groups of four.
>>191144Through instincts, Silver's stance becomes a bit guarded, being surrounded by so many armed and not necessarily friendly ponies. Still, he manages to hold up a hoof to them and speak, "Товарищеские матчи, товарищеские матчи! Мы не одержимы!"
>>191144Posey uses a readied actions to charm any creature that comes within 30 ft of her with her Gaze.
How close are they?
>>191136"Progress does not come without cost. When the costs are due to laziness, negligence, or deceit, I will take issue."Cavaliere accepts the vials and passes one to Kira.
"Thank you. We will need these for what comes ahead."He stays hidden.
>>191145Two groups of four start to come closer, while a third group of four remains a bit further behind.
Blackheel calls out,
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук дружбы и научной экспедиции на SSV-Кострома. Мои пони разбежались после мятежа, и... дела вышли из-под контроля. Нам нужна помощь."
A soldier replies,
"Уроните оружие!"
>>191146At the earliest interaction (what is happening now) 100 feet away. They are moving closer, towards 60 feet.
[Read more] >>191148>>191145"What are they saying?"
>>191148Posey waits to use her gaze.
How close together are they?
>>191148Silver continues to hold a hoof up, gesturing to the fog around them. "Находиться на этом острове без оружия — самоубийство. Чернобог может в любой момент призвать монстров, которые нападут на нас."
>>191149Silver whispers to Posey such that the still somewhat distant ponies can't hear.
"They made demand to drop our weapons." >>191150"Tell them we refuse. They can leave."
>>191150They move closer
Speaking through a mask:
"Этот район находится под контролем ГРУ. Все неопознанные существа враждебны, если доказано обратное. Сложите оружие, и мы сможем доставить вас в безопасную зону на корабле. У нас есть оружие для вещей."
Blackheel, with more force:
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук. Я занимаю ранг в Коммунистической партии. Я требую, чтобы меня отвели к вашему командиру и вывезли с острова.
>>191153"They are having difficulty understanding the hierarchy" Blackheel replies with venom
>>191154"Interesting..." Posey replies, her horn sparkling somewhat to prepare for battle
>>191152Silver tries to speak franticly enough to get the point across to the GRU ponies. "Слушай, я атташе Социалистического Зимнего Союза Свободных Северных Коммун. Меня послали вместе с посылкой, чтобы посмотреть, можно ли извлечь из нее что-нибудь полезное, и доложить о результатах. Она завладела разумом большинства членов экипажа, это верные солдаты и моряки, в чьих разумах вселился демон. Мы должны остановить и убить Чернобога, прежде чем он восстановит свои силы и двинется на материк!"
Will we require diplomacy checks?
>>191158>>191157I don't speak the language, so idk if I can help, but Posey will charm the ponies at the earliest opportunity.
If you figure out a way for Posey to help, you can have her take 10 with a +10 mod, for a total of 20, enough to change them from unfriendly to indifferent.
I need to sleep.
So... Is Silver going to roll?