Six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
Ash and Iron seem to want to head out from the abbey. Dark Star was having a conversation with the rescued foals after doing community service. Silver is having a surprisingly friendly conversation with Blue Skies about politics. Spark is babysitting and Brie is supposed to be doing the same. Onyx is sleeping.
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>>90695I just assumed it was because you are generally crabby
>>90697Peacock Feather can be found in a class room, sitting at a desk with a number of empty wooden desks in front of her and a big black chalk board behind her. She is doing something with a set of papers in front of her, holding a quill with her hoof, and staring at the papers intently. She doesn’t seem to notice Dark Star enter the room
>>90698Iron has decidedly in doing plenty of stupid things without watching Willowbrooks before, but if he thinks it helps to watch him now...
>>90699“You see I’m here, don’t you? He said he would raise me. Make me into a respectable stallion”
And although I must apologize for showing up so late, it's also past 1:30 for me. I still wanna hear Henhill's story when I get the chance though.
>>90704Dark Star Stands in the open doorway and knocks on the side of the doorway to get her attention.
"Hello Sister Peacock Feathers. im Dark Star i just started volunteering here. and i asked sister marey about putting on a play for the foals, she told me you had some experience in Drama And Literature."
>>90709She looks up at Dark Star, with grey coat, no visible horn, and her mane completely covered by her cowl. Her magenta eyes begin to sparkle “You want to put on a play?”
>>90710"yes,sister. i thought it would boost their spirits."
>>90711“So? What were you wanting to run? A tragedy? A morality take? Romance? A religious scene? A folk tale? Slapstick comedy?”
>>90712"I Was thinking a Slapstick Comedy."
>>90716"For All of the foals here."
>>90717“Hmmm.... a comedy for everypony. I’ll see what I cannot find.”
Alright, I have to go to sleep now Sigh
I can't even get half of the nominal players online at once...
Well, I guess we can begin... something
[1d20+2 = 21]>>90725It wouldn't appear plausible from the atmosphere in the room to try to get a chance to talk to Henhill alone, would it? She wants to hear more from him, in detail.
Actually, may as well roll Sense Motive to try to get a hunch about that, before she tries to asks any stupid questions.
>>90704Sister Ash nods in acknowledgement.
"Yes.. And have you been well?" she asks with a bit of concern in her eyes
>>90726>a fucking 19Willowbrooks does
not keep his secrets
I'm guessing the sense motive roll is for Willowbrook, to see if he will let her talk with Henhill alone. The answer is no. At least, not at the moment. He wasn't expecting any pony to come into what must be his office at this moment, and feels as if he's been sort of invaded. Iron's reference to a mutual acquaintance may have disarmed the two guards outside, but Willowbrooks has not heard any of this. At the moment He's sort of wondering exactly why his guards let these two in. He is
very off put by Iron's set of armor, which is more extensive than even police or the military wear, and kind of implies an expectation of violence. He is also very off put by Ash's moralizing and constant reference to first degree felony crimes that he didn't have any part in save for part of the benefits. Nor does he like Iron's explicit announcement of their intent to try to take Henhill from him. On the positive side, Iron's opinion of his virtue in relationships has partly soothed him.
Perhaps he would be willing to let her speak to Henhill in private under changed circumstances,
but as it is now, no.
>>90726"I am okay" he says, as if trying to shut off the question
[Read more] [1d20+2 = 12]>>90727>WillowbrooksHmmm, so I thought. She wouldn't bother asking for it then.
>first degree felony crimes that he didn't have any part in save for part of the benefitThis is almost as bad, by her own standards, but she only asked because she wasn't sure if he had any knowledge of the human trafficking going on.
Sister Ash flips hervshawl looks into his eyes.
"... You've been through quite a bit in these past two weeks.. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it..." she says softly
>>90728Actually, it was just to see if Willowbrooks would let me talk to him, but I may as well see if I have the same luck judging Henhill's attitude:
>>90727Rolling Sense Motive, to try to see if I can discern Henhill's attitude atm.
[Read more] >>90730Ash discerns that Henhill is a male teenager, with the standard connotations that fact implies
>>90733Actually, that one fact tells you quite a bit about Henhill's motivations and dispositions as relevant to the negotiations, if only you think the situation through
>>90734So he's basically a boi that is following the wave because it makes him feel secure and good?
>>90734Sister Ash is a little bit naive when it comes to seeing through ponies that don't want to open up, in-character; but she could tell that a teenaged colt would be very impressionable and easily confused by these kinds of circumstances.
>>90727She takes another slow step towards Henhill.
"Have you been hurt at all since..
that time? Everypony at the abbey has been very worried about you.."
>>90736"Oh,
now they send someone to check on our well being? And define 'hurt'"
>>90737"Yes, for the past two weeks, nopony knew what to do..."
She cranes her neck a bit, as if inspecting him for bruises
"Hurt can be anything... I heardrum from the other ponies what they did in that warehouse.."
>>90738Well yeah
>>90739He moves away slightly. If he has any bruises, they are underneath fur, and he doesn't quite seem willing to submit to a medical examination
[1d20+5 = 23]
She does not pursue him closer, but her concern is evident in her expression.
Rolling Spot to squint closely for bruises, since she still hasn't given up on it.
"It took a while.. but I managed to find a clue to that warehouse just a few days ago.."
>>90741Slight blackening around the left eye
"And?" He asks
>>90743She stares sharply at the slight bruise for a fraction of a moment, before responding.
"...And so, I went there, with my friend Iron. I
We took back the foals who were still there, and have been finding the rest around the city ever since.." she says, sighing slightly
"I didn't know what had happened to you since then, so I'm glad to see you're alright..." her voice trails off as her eyes snap back to the discoloration
She raises a hoof slightly, gesturing to his left eye
"... Where did you get this..?"
>>90744"My eye?" he asks. Then he answers "I was born with it"
>>90745She squints, slightly, but then nods in relief.
>>90745>>90746She continues
"A couple of the other foals were a bit more difficult to retrieve.. but I've found most of them.." she says, a bit unsure of how to say it
She steps back a bit and bows her head, reflexively
"..... I... Came here to get you..." she says, a bit sheepishly
>>90748She nods
"Yes. We came here looking for you, after we heard from those low-lives that you'd been sent here." She says
>>90751She raises her chin ever so slightly
"Those brutish ponies who were cowering in that pestilent warehouse." she says indignantly
>>90753>Having so little self esteem as to put yourself on the same level as literal slave-tradersAt this, she squints once more
"..No.. The
adults in that place.." She says solwly
"I gave those ponies what they wanted.." she says, through gritted teeth ".. And for that, I was able to get the six foals that were still there without a fight.. and a clue as to where you and the others were.."
>>90754Willowbrooks butts in
"Is this how you speak to those below your socio-economic station where you come from?"
>>90755>those below your socio-economic stationThe ascetic hermit returns this comment with a sharp and serious expression, as if agast that the stallion would ever suggest such a thing, before she replies with an even more convicted tone:
".... Things like wealth, class, material possessions.. such concepts hold absolutely no weight in the virtue of one's life. Ponies find virtue in the way they live their lives, all despite differences in how fortunate they may be."
And the eye-narrowing returns
"But to ponies like that who would let themselves fall so far as to predate on defenseless ponies,
kidnap foals for mere profits, lock those foals in rusted cages im a lice-ridden abandoned factory, and
sell them off to fiends that would abuse them, all for the sake of enriching themselves... Those kinds of creatures, do indeed lead very pitiful existences."
Her eyes seem to glow slightly as she recalls what she saw
"There is no hope for the wicked." She says solenmly
[Read more] >>90758"That's nice. Now get the fuck out of my office."
A hoof descends down slowly beneath the desk
>>90759She cracks her neck and stamps her own hoof (albeit, more softly) before turning and glaring quizically right back at him, eyes glowing.
"Is money more important than virtue to you?"
>>90762Now, he is angry, and starts to stand up.
"Do
you invite guests into your own home and suffer them stand there and smugly announce how morally superior they are, while constantly degrading you and lumping you in with those called 'pitiful'?"
Sorry for the delay. Some shit came up.
>>90768>>90769>>90764I'm sorry. Real life caught up with me. I'll be back in 20-30 mins.
>>90771Idk wtf I'm doing at this point. It's clear this isn't going to go through just by asking nicely, so I'll just respond however my character would see fit.>>90764>dodging the questionSister Ash remains steadfast, speaking calmly
"There is no virtue in merely insulting ponies for not living their lives the way you would see fit. All souls are free to live as they wish, for there are two sides to everything." she says
She continues
"I pity the wicked and the and depraved, who have no hope without virtue, but they are all free to live as they wish. Virtue, depravity, or even dejection; such things govern the path of creatures, but not as clearly as some would think."
She throws her mane back.
"I gave those poor creatures what they wanted. I hope they enjoy it while it lasts, because there is little hope for them on the path they've taken."
[Read more] >>90772"Great, I’m glad you can preserve your sense of self righteousness and moral superiority. Now, this is the last time I will ask you nicely. Please,
get the fuck out of my office you insufferable, sanctimonious excuse for a pony of harmony”
>>90775>being this godlessSister Ash rips off her shawl and hurls it on the ground before her and stomps on it, a whisp of smoke hissing from the garment, her uncomfortably-restrained mane rushing out of its tight confines with an audible 'poof'.
"I am
not a 'harmonist', or whatever you ponies call the clergy of your local temples. I'm just a poverty worker; I came here to work for children who were left destitute by the war so that they could hope to lead peaceful lives, but I never thought I would have to deal with
pony-traffickers!" she says, almost hissing at the prospect
>>90780"For the Ninetieth time I'm not a pony trafficker and never have been, and for the third time, get out of my office"
Behind Henhill, in the back door, come the butch looking pony and the Diamond Dog. Each has a claw or hoof extended out of line of sight, and both look in towards Ash and Iron. One signals for Henhill to come in through the door
>>90781Iron makes sure to stand in front of the two incoming ponies to somewhat cover Ash's flank.
No way he's letting the first shot hit her.
>>90783"Not one step forward Mister"
He points a hoof forward
"
Out of my office you insolent pricks"
Just a moment, I'm reading a couple spell descriptions.
Brie snaps out of his trance. He addresses Kerr (I think it was)
"NEIN. Keine sexen!"
Then he gets grim-faced.
"Kinder. Fleider sie?"
>>90792Kerr moves slightly forward towards Brie - probably because his previous position had him literally backed into a corner
"Fleider sie?" he asks, as if for clarification
>>90795>>90795He nods understanding,
"Ja, Ich kann Fliegen"
He flaps his own wings, which are four dragon-fly like thin translucent blue wings. The beats are quick, and he seems to have some pain when moving one of them
>>90798"Ich bin nicht pony, ich bin die fleidermaus".
>>90799[YouTube] Because I'm Batman
[Embed]He lowers his head
"Was willst du mit mir machen?"
>>90802He nods
"Du wirst mich nicht verkaufen?"