/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>97200
He goes for a simple chokehold with his forelegs, mainly by pressuring his neck so that his air flow is cut off and achieve unconsciousness through hoof pressure, while his hindlegs sit right on the victim's own forelegs to avoid struggling, pinning him. That leaves his rump right on the assailant's exposed chest.
"Buenas noches, amigo."

>>97206
She places a pillow over his face for good measure

>>97205
>>97205
Dark Star walks in to see a room with a number of fluffy red couches, empty shelves to carry alcohol, a bar, and on one of the couches, a pissed off looking white unicorn with a red mane - hair up in a bun. She is looking over at him, and looks kind of pissed. She looks kind of familiar

>>97208
Looks like he isn't the only one. There is another in the forest

>>97204
Good enough to wound him and leave him down on the ground
\r

>>97209
"Hey i remember you. your are that one mare."
What a faggot

>>97210
Probably

>>97211
She looks angry, and responds in a thick mid-Equestrian accent
"Yes, you walked in on a prisoner interrogation. Now excuse me"

>>97212
"Have you seen blue skies? im looking for her to tell her im sorry for saying she fucked silver and to tell her i puked in her bed."
>>97213
Dark Star is to moral to cheat.

>>97215
"Is that one of the officers here?" She says

>>97216
"Yea she's the Blue nimbusian pegasus one."

[1d20+5 = 20]
>>97214
Aw dangit. Well, I'm going for it.
Iron, after ensuring the pinned pony is unconscious, uses his strength to pick him up to throw him at the other assailant next turn.
As he does it, he makes sure it's an actual threat and not a simple bystander.

>>97217
"I may have seen her around working here, but i haven't seen her tonight. She probably went outside for a walk or for a smoke break. That or she's in the bathroom"

>>97218
Yes, he can definitely throw him

[2d20+5 = 37]
>>97209
Kill then ^_^
(one is -4)

>>97220
>A 20
He's dead Jim

>>97219
"I think she's with a unicorn. we had a fight now i cant find either one of them i'm worried."

>>97220
>>97221
Spark looks down the hallway once more to make sure no other threats have seen this brutal killing.

[1d20+5 = 21]
>>97219
Oh boy!
Iron aims at the other pony and chucks his possible companion right at it.
"Te veo, pibe!"
Side note: I thought Skies' smoking habits were a secret.

>>97222
She sighs
"I don't know where she is, I haven't seen her tonight. She'll turn up soon enough I am sure"

>>97223
None in this car at the moment

>>97225
>>97220
"Well then... what now? They are looking for somepony, and I hope they misspoke about who it was. We need to get out of here before this becomes a major incident."

The 20s work in mysterious ways
I have to crash, but I should b availble tomorrow too

>>97225
Dark star looks like he is going through a small patch of despair
"the unicorn i said she was fucking is probably with her. where do you think they are? why would she leave me? where is she? why does she hate me i love her so much. i hate myself for being alive."

>>97228
She sighs
"I don't know. You will have to figure that all out on your own. If she was with a unicorn then I wouldn't be surprised if they went back to his place or a bar"

>>97229
Dark Star in his drunkenness and despair collapses to the floor and starts crying.

>>97230
She walks up to him, and asks
"Does somepony need to take you home?"

>>97224
Hit

>>97232
Iron cackles in pure adrenaline.
"Ahí voy~"
He has a big smile on his face, akin to a crazed lunatic like Skies usually does. He starts galloping straight to the other assailant to knock his or her lights out.

>>97232
Dark Star crys even harder
"I Dont have a home anymore. fucking mayor gave it to ziggers"

>>97234
She sighs
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. And don't say the 'Z' word"

[1d20+5 = 16]
>>97235
Dark Star does a spot check on the room

>>97236
No Skies to be sure. Then again, much of his vision is obscured by tears and the mare. There are no bottles of alcohol available

>>97237
Let me deal with this

*a bardic stallion wanders down a dirt path, whistling (somehow) during his wander*
*he is Parvell Stummenhoov and has never stayed anywhere long, he counts amoung his friends a lute, a chainmail jacket, and a rapier. for one can never trust these harsh lands*

>>97238
"I wish i had died that night"
He's practically sobbing now

>>97240
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day...

>>97240
Welcome to our crazy game. We are a bit separated on various quests right now, but I look forward to getting to know your character.

>>97241
She leaves from beside him

>>97240
The streets are illuminated by electric street lamps demonic magic in the late night, with crowded buildings to either side

>>97245
Dark Star puts one of his guns in his mouth

>>97246
She comes and grabs away his hoof with telekinesis magic
"Celestia, do I need to take you to a ward?"

>>97245
*Parvell leans against a building and begins to strum his lute*
"Be awake be brave and love yourself"
"Never let anyone take form you the beauty you're worth"
Don't wait, you're no book on a shelf"
"never question the reason, or the beauty of your birth"

>>97250
"Why!!!????"

>>97251
Nice rhyming there.

>>97251
A pony looks at him as she lopes on by

>>97252
"Because you're a danger to yourself"

>>97254
"Why do you care? No one else does."

>>97255
She sighs again
"Sober up and Stallion-up. Put that gun away"

>>97257
>>97255
>>97254
*he hears a commotion*
"hey fella what's wrong?" he says to a nearby poner with a gun
*he strums a small bit*

>>97258
Uh... Sure, why the hell not

>>97257
"She was right about everything. i'm nothing but a worthless colt who will never amount to anything. my dream of protecting baltimare and all the other ponies on this planet is impossible. all i deserve is death. she's better off with him any way."
>>97258
"Who are you?"

>>97260
"Look, whatever your issue is, it doesn't involve or concern me, okay?"

>>97260
>>97259
"My name is Parvell and I can't help but feel like this is a bad situation so just give me a 10 count and tell me what's wrong"
*proceeds to play some soothing music*

>>97262
"I Want Die."
The pony says drunkenly

>>97263
"That seems counter productive friend"
"tell me what's wrong"

>>97264
"My life is a sad joke, i've lost everything and everyone. i'm better off blowing my brains out."
He hears extreme hurt in in this pony's voice

>>97265
*Begins to play a more upbeat tune*
*subtley casts inspire courage*
"No one is better off like that, that pain is within your mind, honor your lost loved ones by finding a new life. Want to die? fine, kill the pony who cries, and then rise from those ashes and find the courage to conquer your fears. do things that the colt you are would never do. Fuck it fight sharks, climb mountains, fight the greatest of evils. Fear? you just had a gun in your mouth, that's a 100% death rate. Fear should mean nothing to the new you. I believe if you truly want to die that your death can have new meaning. By not dying, by letting yourself become a new Colt."

\r

Brie scans the corridor, looking for more threats and making sure he has an opportunity to retrieve his two blades from the most recent corpse.

>>97270
Be award that my parents are dragging me to church this morning
At the moment there seems to be no pony in the corridor. Bare in mind that the corridors are off to the side, so he cannot see through a window in the vestibule to another car... he can only see inside his own

>>97271
Thats fine, no hurry
Brie grabs his knives, and drags the body into his room with the Lings.
"Ich weiß nicht was los ist. Wenn ich raus gehe, schließe die Tür hinter mir ab und vertraue keinem, der versucht, sich hineinzudrängen." he tells the two, while retrieving his other two daggers.

I'm still more than a little dumbfounded and shaken by recent events

>>97272
Unfortunately, the body leaves a trail of blood as is it pulled across. There is at least room in the cabin for both... barely. Wesley stares on in curious horror, while Kerr comes closer to sniff the body of the pink mare. A dead pony isn't exactly edible to the parasites. Nevertheless, Wesley is the first to speak
"Okay, wir werden die Tür nicht öffnen"

>>97279
what recent events? Also
>blood
Shit
Does the cabin have towels? Brie adopts the appearance of the pony he killed from the hallway, and looks out the cabin window to determine where their position is on the bridge.

>>97283
Yes, there are towels inside of the bathroom... And probably bodies underneath it

It looks as if the train is parked almost perfectly over the bridge, with the rear observation car being over the end, and the locomotive, mail, and one front car being over the other. Naturally, that means that Brie's car is closer to the end of the gorge

>>97284
No, the towels are for the blood in the hallway. But yes, the bodies are getting stuffed in the bathroom. Is there water at the bottom of the gorge?

>>97285
The towels do not have blood on them at present. The angle of the view from the car window doesn't permit looking straight down, but judging from the scene further away from the bridge, it appears that there is a small river at the bottom of the gorge that is maybe 1/3 of the maximum of the gorge and isn't very deep.

>>97286
After stuffing the bodies in the bathroom, grabs the towels and goes into the hallway to try and clean the blood.

>>97287
Roll die
Does he wet the towels in the bathroom sink?

[1d20 = 5]
>>97288
Yes of course he does. He's had to clean up blood before so he wouldn't be a newb about it.

>>97289
Uh... Does he have some kind of modifier? Because that's not the best of luck

>>97290
What's the category?
gulp

>>97289
>>97290
He's having better luck than someone had in cleaning up vomit

>>97291
Leaning towards Int

>>97293
Whaddya mean? Unless you mean what I'm doing, what happened?
>>97292
+2

>>97291
With another towel, more water, and a new dice roll, he may be able to clean up the now wider spread blood stain

>>97293
I have so much I want to say but should probably not say it

>>97294
A seven is not quite enough to clean it up, but probably enough to not make the situation worse

[1d20+2 = 3]
>>97296
Oh, I missed that bit
>>97295
Rolling

>>97297
Maybe it's not too late to spread blood all over the carpet evenly, so it all looks like it was dyed that color

>>97300
Hmmmm. Brie collapses on the bloody carpet, closes his eyes, and waits.

>>97301
A pony (looks like a passenger) briefly opens a door nearby, looks over... and then goes back inside his room

>>97303
>>97301
Well, that worked. Still super duper sneaky.

>>97303
I'm surprised that worked. Brie knocks 2x then 1x on his cabin door.

>>97305
I mean... What would you do in that situation? Anyways, Wesley opens the door

>>97306
"Danke"
Brie stashes the bloody towels and then returns to the corridor, and makes his way toward the front of the train.
Was the rear observation area open air or did it have only windows?
I have a bad feeling about this

>>97308
Brie is damned near stabbed by Kerr - who lies in wait off to the side - before at the last moment he realizes that is Brie.
The rear observation area has windows on it. At this exact moment, there is no pony in the hall

>>97309
K. Making his way toward the front then.
I figure this is going to be difficult no matter how I slice it, but he's better off being seen as a guard who's now dead than running into "himself". I get a bluff check this way,....

>>97310
Alright, let me just try to confirm this. He is heading to the front of the train rather than the observation car. Also, is he using the Corporal's form or the Bartender's form? I'm assuming the former?

>>97313
Yes, the Corporal's. I'd hate to run into the real bartender looking like him. And yes, toward the front of the train. Has he observed any open air-area in the train? What about the vestibules, can they be cut open, or used to access the outside of the train? He's running through scenarios of escape as he makes his way.

>>97314
Each train car, in the area where the corridor connects to the vestibule, has a pair of doors - on on each side - in the front portion of the car. Whether the vestibules can be cut open is uncertain. There are no open air cars, all of the train has windows.

He is able to walk down the car through the corridor without interruption. In the next car, a pony looks out a cabin (a passenger) but quickly closes it. When he gets to the dining car, there are no passengers, but at the far end stands one pony - burgundy earth pony brown mane - wearing an arm band, who looks at Brie. He seems generally nervous. Yes, he has a gun, which remains on his side

>>97315
Brie speaks to the man with the armband. "Any sign of Lavender?"
Bluff

>>97321
>>97322
"No... Lavender went back that way some minutes ago" he says

>>97323
Brie nods and turns back toward his cabin. Are there any cabins PAST his?

>>97324
Yes, half of the cabins on the train

>>97325
Brie does the 2 knock, 1 knock on his own cabin.

>>97326
Wesley opens the door again

>>97327
Entering the cabin, Brie reverts to his normal appearance.
"Bist du hungrig jungetiere?"

>>97328
"Nein"
"Wir könnten essen..."

They're Changelings. They're never not hungry

>>97329
Brie reverts to the Corporal's appearance. "Gut. Verkleide dich als Ponys in diesen Uniformen und komm mit mir."

>>97330
The nymphs try to adopt larger forms - Kerr, into a White pegasus, and Wesley into a grey Unicorn... not necessarily any just any grey unicorn. However, both don't seem to quite have the size right, looking like maybe teenagers. They are larger than their normal forms, so obviously they are not limited to their true size, but at the same time, being as large as a full adult proves elusive to the two. Kerr plagiarizes Brie's uniform, and Wesley uses the pink mare's arm band

>>97331
That'll do. "Okay, folge mir nach. Wir werden sehen, was wir herausfinden können, wer sie suchen, und mit etwas Glück finden wir ein paar Ponys, von denen Sie sich ernähren können."

>>97332
Again, they look just a little too young... but it'll have to do.

The two nymph's eyes briefly glow blue green, and Wesley almost starts to drool before they follow Brie. Kerr asks
"Okay, wie viel dürfen wir ihnen nehmen?"

>>97333
"Töte sie nicht, aber füttere sie auf jeden Fall. Wir müssen möglicherweise den Zug verlassen. Wenn wir das tun, weiß ich nicht, wie lange es dauern wird, bis Sie wieder füttern können."

>>97335
"Ich werde nicht töten..." Answers Kerr
Wesley nods

>>97336
"Herrlich. Folge mir dann. Ich werde Sie wissen lassen, ob die Situation es Ihnen ermöglicht zu ernähren."
Brie leads them back into the corridor, and knocks firmly on the next door in line.

>>97338
A chalkish colored grey-white earth pony opens the door and looks out
"Didn't you already search here?"

>>97338
>>97339
Wait. Next as is further down the train?

>>97339
"I'll ask the questions." Brie attempts to push his way into the cabin.
Fug, shoulda grabbed the carbine

>>97340
Yes, that was the idea. I was assuming they had checked all the cabins leading up to theirs.

>>97342
>>97341
He is pushed aside, but otherwise offers no resistance

>>97343
Brie scans the room. How many are present.

>>97344
In that room, just the one

>>97346
How big is the cabin? Is it the same size as the one Brie and the Lings have?

>>97347
Actually, no. the difference is that Brie's room is special for having enough room both for the bed that lays perpendicular to the window, but also another one that is horizontal to the window. This cabin only has the couch that allows a bed to come down, plus the bathroom and a smaller chair. So slightly smaller

>>97349
"Where are your traveling companions?" Brie asks sternly

>>97350
This makes the stallion afraid. His ears droop
"Travelling companions?"

>>97351
Brie's eyes narrow. "Yes, where are the ponies you are traveling with?"

>>97352
He blinks
"I am travelling alone..."

>>97353
Brie walks to the door and plants himself in front of it. He slowly pulls out two of his throwing knives while saying: "Very well. I'm going to give you a choice. You can allow these two to feed on you, and you will live to recover from it, or you can attempt to call out for help and I will kill you. I don't want your life and neither do they, so please don't make me take it.

>>97355
"eeep"

>>97357
"Fahren Sie fort, Jungetiere. Denk dran, töte ihn nicht."

Somewhere on the train, a crystal masquerading as horse wakes with a hangover

>>97365
Well that was odd....

>>97367
Shhhhhh, you saw nothing. Nothing at all

[4d20 = 48]
>>97361
The two nymphs walked forward, just a couple feet away from the Stallion and to each side, definitively pinning him in the back of the cabin.

He has a look of absolute horror on his face. Brie's words had been enough to let him know exactly what was going to happen to him - or at least, to imagine what was going to happen to him. He had probably never experienced it. Though there is nowhere to run, he backs up against teh window, then falls on his back, shaking. He spread his hooves apart, then holds them up... as if that would some how protect him. His eyes widen as his pupils shrink to nearly nothing in anticipation of what follows.

Kerr knows by instinct and by experience - and for that matter, by Brie's words - that he may not have the chance to eat for another two months. He may never eat again. Without faith in a stable future, he looks upon the meal before him. There's more fear than love on the surface. Hopefully, he when he can break through to what lies beneath - dig into this pony's soul and inner core - he'll find more palatable feelings.

Wesley is the closest to feeling any kind of empathy. Looking at the expression on this pony, who is backed into a corner and will soon be drained of any joy, Wesley can almost imagine himself in the same position. Almost. Wesley isn't really hungry, having fed many times earlier in the day. But if that pony is going to be drained for all he has, Wesley was going to make damned sure he got his 50%.

Kerr starts, moving forward, and sucking out a stream of purple magic from the pony. Wesley moves forward and sucks out a larger stream, prompting Kerr to up his take as well. The pony rwrithes in evident agony, and looks up at the roof of the car, before starting to flail his limbs about. He tries to cry out, but nothing more than a little air comes out. Whether he is silent for fear of Brie, or because the ability to cry has literally been taken from him is hard to tell. The magic itself gives off a light, almost lighting up the room, as the ponie's coat - already a grey - becomes even duller. His coat sticks closer to his chest as it looks as if he becomes more emaciated. It's almost like he is aging before them. He collapses on the floor, his tongue hanging out as his eyes remain open. The two changelings continue to suck on his for several seconds after that, only eventually stopping.

It's not entirely clear they obeyed the whole "don't kill him" part

>>97364
Don't worry. There's still plenty of shit left to go down

>>97371
"Und du bist sicher, du hast ihn nicht getötet?"

>>97372
Kerr looks over at the pony lying on the floor, and taps him with a hoof
"Ja. Ihm wird es schon gut gehen."

>>97373
"Gut. Lasst uns in unsere Kabine zurückkehren."

>>97375
“Sehr gut”
They nod, and follow Brie, leaving the stallion lying there on the floor

>>97377
Before leaving, Brie places the stallion onto the bed and tucks him in.
"Best to give him the appearance of sleeping" he Eeee's to himself, before leading the Lings back into the cabin.
Pointing to the carbine, Brie asks "Jeder von euch weiß, wie man eine davon benutzt?"

>>97378
The stallion’s eyes remain open, but he is able to be placed on the bed. He looks almost emaciated.

Kerr and Wesley go back into the room. Wesley says:
“Ich habe noch nie einen erschossen.”
He struggles to hold the carbine with glowing green telejenisus energy. Kerr, meanwhile, is examining and prodding the other rifle
“Wie halte ich eine Schusswaffe mit Hufen?”

>>97369
Onyx wakes up to a room that is empty besides him. It is very dark outside, must be after midnight. The train has stopped moving. There is a knocking on the door
“Open up”

>>97381
The knocking doesn't help his hangover
"Go to bucking Tartarus"

>>97382
“It’s the Everfree resistance and we are searching this train. Open up your door, we mean you no harm.”

>>97383
Onyx's eyes shoot open
"Alright, one minute"
He tries to ignore the ass whipping he could get for helping changelings as he reaches for his halberd.
Once he is holding it in a position where it can't be seen from the open door, he opens it.

>>97384
A pony comes through almost immediately, gazing to each side and holding a carbine. She has a plum purple coat, magnolia colored mane, and with no horn or wings must be an earth pony. She waves the carbine around, including briefly pointing it at onyx, and takes a good look at him

How crystally does he look?

>>97385
Medium, hangover isn't helping while the nap was.

>>97386
She looks at him more intently
“Are you a crystal pony?”

>>97387
Onyx doesn't look in the mood for this
"Are you purple?"

>>97380
"Schlägt mich. Wenn Sie es verwenden könnten, würde ich vorschlagen, dass es wirksamer ist als die Wurfmesser, die ich Ihnen gab. Ganz gleich. Ich werde weiter nach Informationen suchen. Sie kennen den Bohrer."

>>97388
“Yes”
She opens the door to the bathroom, while pointing her gun forward and in

>>97389
“Welche Formulare sollten wir verwenden?” Kerr asks

>>97390
Onyx looks out the door to see if anypony else is following

>>97391
"Willst du mit mir kommen?"

>>97392
None are immediately visible outside the door. Just her. Spark is missing

>>97393
“Sollten wir?”
Kerr blinks

>>97394
"Ich muss vielleicht noch mehr töten, bist du dabei? Ich würde es hassen, wenn du verletzt wirst."

[1d20+5 = 20]
>>97394
The purple poner suddenly feels the flat of Onyx's halberd across the back of her head.
-4 for nonleathal attack

>>97395
“Ponys sind gefährlich, aber sie sehen aus wie Soldaten, die unsere Bienenstöcke zerstören wollen. Ich kann gehen, wenn Sie nicht glauben, dass wir Ihre Pläne durcheinander bringen.“

>>97396
That escalated quickly...

Hit, roll damage

[1d6 = 6]
[1d10+8 = 12]
>>97397
Onyx prefers the government the way it is, and doesn't want changeling smuggling on his record
>>97398
Rolling

>>97398
"Wenn Sie sich damit auskennen, habe ich kein Problem."
>>97396
Yay! We can die together!

Brie leads the Lings out of the room and knocks on the next cabin door in the line.

>>97399
Yep, she’s knocked right the fuck out. That’ll teach her

>>97400
“Dann werde ich folgen” Kerr says.
Wesley follows. Not even Chrysalis would have sent that insect into combat, but Wesley evidently would rather be killed than be a coward.

When they get to the next door, they hear a voice back
“What do you want”
Female, young, a little irritated

>>97401
"Hmmm, I expected more of a fight"
Onyx then heads out of the room and wanders around, seemingly not knowing what stealth is.

>>97401
"Open the door. We're looking for a specific pony. You will not be harmed."

>>97403
She sighs
“Ugh, fine”
She opens the door. 10 seconds later. She’s a lemon yellow Pegasus, and she looks like she has been sleeping

>>97402
At the moment, and I mean, the moment there is no pony in the hall. The lights are on

>>97404
"Are you Lavender?"

>>97404
Onyx continues to wander around, hoping to find a familiar face

>>97405
“No? My name is Mertle Berry”

>>97406
After a few feet, he sees a pony come out of a room. This pony wears a legband with the Equestrian flag, and has a white bandana around his neck. He’s a black earth pony
“What are you doing?”

>>97407
"What are you doing?"

[1d20-2 = 0]
>>97407
Sense motive

"Thank you, sorry to bother you" Brie steps away from the door and moves to the next one.

>>97410
The changelings move forward to the door, and Kerr bumps his snout on the door as it closes

>>97408
“Sir, we need you to go back to your cabin”

>>97238
Any sign of silver?
>>97266
"ye know that might be right. thanks i feel kinda better now."

>>97412
None today so far

>>97411
"And if I refuse?"

>>97413
Yeah, I’ve noticed. They used to lose in like 5 months every single time. Now, that is less common, and it isn’t uncommon for them to take literal years to lose the war.

>>97415
He sighs
“Sir, it’s a measure for your safety.”

>>97411
"Du hast gerade gegessen. Komm schon, wir suchen jetzt nach Informationen." Brie walks up and knocks on the next door in line.

[1d20+10 = 20]
>>97416
"For mine, or for yours?"
With this, Onyx swings the halberd down on this other horse

>>97412
"Glad I could help brother. Do you need company on your adventures?"

>>97417
“Okay...”
*sad parasite noises*

The next door, when knocked on, is answered with
“Yes? What’s going on?”

>>97418
Hit. Roll damage

[1d6 = 2]
[1d10+6 = 10]
>>97420
Aye aye captain

>>97420
"Please open the door. We're looking for a pony named Lavender."

>>97419
"Sure, i was looking for my marefriend. She's a Blue Pegasus from nimbusia. I think she might be with a Silver unicorn."

[1d20+5 = 17]
>>97421
He’s hurt, but not out
“Oh you are going to get it!

>>97422
“Oh, sure”
He opens it, and is startled to see Brie
“Are you EAF?”
Beige earth pony

>>97425
That's a hit

>>97424
*nudges the recently sad poner*
"Alright friend lets find her."
*he looks around to get his bearing*

>>97425
"To be honest, no. But I want to know why they're looking for Lavender."

[1d6+3 = 4]
>>97426
He gets hit with the butt of the gun

>>97427
It’s the lounge of a fancy hotel. How he got there, who knows. But he’s there

>>97428
“Whonis Lavender? Did a passenger go missing? Is she a criminal?”

[1d20-2 = -3]
>>97429
Sense motive