>>125000The GM might underestimate our ability to prolong
Spark's last action was to observe the situation where he is in relation to the scene.
Undertoe is still holding the lever action
Khoi has a gun, but it's burned. Looks like a loss
Jubilosa has the third rifle
White Sands has SIlver's own rifle
"Well, you might still want to go to the hospital. Just… before they show up">>124997
He would see Drie, the Lieutenant, getting up, looking like a giant, lanky, frozen and mummified deer corpse. He would see Brie fighting Zu Lang, who likewise looks like a giant, skinny stallion corpse with black, oily eyes. He would see concerned drones fleeing, and keeping their distance, while one continues to shoot at the alleged Owlbear monster>>124992
He smiles. He almost has a blush
I don't have a link to Onyx, but… Roll Initiative
Bout time[ 1d20 = 16 ]
Iron nods at Sands before walking over to Jubilosa first.
"I am here to take away your metal," he proclaims, somewhat tired "…please."
|Rolled 8 + 5|
She squints an eyebrow, but offers the rifle>>125006
Iron takes it. "Thank you for your cooperation," he offers with a nod as he saunters off to Undertoe next, relaying the same, somewhat pitiful demand.
Well… things certainly took a turn. Spark can't see Onyx from his position?
Her eyes are stronger, almost glaring>>125010
Spark can see everything from his position
Iron sighs, blood-stained coat on himself. "Look, if you are caught with a gun, the police may panic," he explains "so it is better for me to take it because I am practically no threat."
She looks at him strongly, but gives him the rifle
Well then, he heads to Onyx to aid his assault on the monsters.
Onyx wins initiative, unless Spark wants to jump in
Brie was bited for a little, unless I missed my guess
Iron takes it as well before going towards Khoi.
"Hey, Khoi," he calls out before going to a low volume talk "We are leaving now. Come with me."
I suppose it won't hurt to jump in… unless I get targeted.
Yes. He nips the edge of Brie's legs and shoulder. It's not a great contact, and Brie is lucky to get the shorter fang, but there is some force to the bite. Brie takes 4 damageRoll fortitude save
Brie can also attack next, as he is in single combat with the creature>>125019
Spark and Onyx are tied for first, Spark is probably first
I'm pretty sure Spark has 12 or more Dex, so yes.
"What? There are things here"
"Things?" Iron asks tiredly
|Rolled 14 + 3|
Well then, Spark goes for the monster Onyx was targeting and casts Scorching Ray.
"Well, things are going on, still. These creatures need help, and Jubilosa is burned…">>125024Hit
Iron nods. "I understand," he retorts before sighing softly "I still need to go, so when you are done, meet me at The Watering Hole."
She seems confused, and somewhat concerned, but she nods
|Rolled 5, 1, 5, 4 = 15|
Iron turns towards Sands before craning his head back. "I will find somepony to treat me as soon as possible, so take your time." With that, he trots back to Sands, giving her a nod of readiness.
It burns, catching fire well, almost like dry wood
She nods to him
"Now where are we going?"
"The Watering Hole," Iron responds "we will find somepony who can help in there."
Onyx rushes, aiming his halberd as he charges[ 1d20+12 = 29 ]
"Oh, okay. What does the unicorn want?">>125032
"The unicorn?" Iron asks, confused and eyes somewhat drowsy
"Yeah, the grey one"
"Oh, just leave his rifle here," he responds.
She shrugs, and goes with Iron
Damage[ 1d10+6 = 8 ][ 1d6 = 1 ]
Silver looks at Iron.
"Ready for what?" Iron asks, confused
|Rolled 16 + 5|
|Rolled 5 + 7|
He is hit, and damaged
But he swipes back, and bites back at the coal pony with the cloven hooves that extend from the lanky, burning body like the branches of a dead and burning tree
"I will take that as 'yes'. Come on, there is something we need to do with Maakie, and you still need to get key from his person."
|Rolled 10 + 4|
|Rolled 9 + 6|
Can Brie attack with his sword with one hand, while throwing his last knife with the other?
Iron blinks softly. "I am sorry, but I think the drug is wearing off, so I must decline your request unless you want a dead pony to carry instead," he offers to Silver. "I will entrust you with my share until I can come to fetch it at that tavern you stay at, if that is alright with you."
|Rolled 4, 2, 1 + 7 = 14|
He is swiped, and nipped with buck teeth
Yes. He can.
I still need a fortitude save
Silver silently curses under his breath, and looks to Iron.
"Very well, then…">>125041
Silver looks at White Sands.
"If you are going with Iron, may I have my rifle back?"
"It's in the other room" she says>>125045
She whispers to Iron"Other share?"
The second hits, the first does not
|Rolled 8 + 3|
Iron whispers back"Just in case there is one from the group I worked for in the first place."
before returning to normal conversation. "Alright, let us go."
Silver nods, grabs his rifle from the other room, and goes back to where they left Maakie.
|Rolled 11 + 5|
Brie feels fine
But he tries to bite at Brie again>>125054
Silver walks into the hallway. He walks over the dress vest Maakie was carrying. He steps over the double barreled shotgun the Zebra dropped. He steps over first the dead zebra whose brains were shotout, then the Zebra who was stabbed and probably bled out. Then he finds Maakie>>125052
I think that fails to land
Silver makes sure to grab the shotgun, at trots over to Maakie.
"Boek is dead."
He is conscious, and looks over first to Undertoe, staring at her. Then Silver says his line, and he looks up to Silver. He tries to hold a grimace, though it starts to fall. He breathes heavily, in then out, and his beak opens
Iron stops as soon as he was about to go out the door, before turning back towards the hallyway to begin with and finally to Sands. "…on second thought," he starts off in a whisper only Sands could hear "I do not even trust the old pony…" With that, he does a big 180 and goes back in a wobble towards Silver's last known location. "We will have to hide the guns for the time being, so be sure to be on the lookout."
"I figured you would give your thoughts on that."
Silver searches Maakie's person for a key.
|Rolled 16 + 3|
Another fire spell attack.
Maakie is more or less naked without the vest, though he has a tie, which has nothing in it. His hat fell off
He takes a ragged breath, and looks back over to Undertoe
"How could you? I thought you-"
She shuts him up by kicking him. Kicking him in a vulnerable area
He turns over, and winces in pain>>125061
|Rolled 3, 5, 1, 1 = 10|
The tree-like stag goes up in flame
He falls over, screeching in a bizarre way, like an imitation of the voice of some foreign language
Silver looks inside the hat.
"I suppose I should ask same, why you would turn to supporting these Maarists."
The hat only has a handkerchief
He pulls his rear limbs together as he winces in pain. It's a few seconds, but he responds to Silver
"I was not born into wealth or power. Just the chick of a simple hatter, well beneath the wealthy of the wealthiest city on the planet. I had to work to get where I am… where I was. Hard. I did my military service with the Republican Navy. I fought in skirmishes against pirates. I distinguished myself and achieved the rank of officer without an aristocratic title. I worked in entrepôt and found I had a knack for making deals, and got to work with ship captains from Hippogriffia to Nimbusia to Olenia. You want to criticize my methods? Dealing in smuggling, trafficking? I did nothing the wealthiest merchants didn't do. They smuggle and step on those beneath them, who were not clever and lucky enough. But I made my own luck. I did nothing they did not do, at least until I came to Equestria. Your land of Harmony. That's when I started to learn from the Equestrians. You say you want to welcome in creatures from all realms, and extend friendship to them. But when they come they are poor, and like so many sheep for fleecing. So your aristocrats and industrialists exploit them. I participated in this, yes, but it is little different. I play the same game as them. I supported Maarists? What of the Princesses, who ignored ships filled with immigrants, and who let those without papers live and work in Equestria - paying back their smugglers, and making more want to come here. Did they not help the process? Did they not bring in so many more to become victims to gangs, to crowded factories, to tenements, gangs and religious groups the public finds unsavory?
I did not ask to be born into this world, which plays this game. Do not blame me for playing it well."
He finds Silver talking to Maakie on the second level (he would basically have to walk near this, leaving). See >>125060 >>125062 >>125065 >>125066
Silver ponders where he might have kept his key, or where Blue might have left his vest, if she didn't take it with her.
Silver walked over the vest as he came down the hall (>>125055
Then Silver goes over and checks it.>>125066
"I believe there are key differences between what you say and what I have seen here."
"Maybe in a few ways, but it's the same in principle. Do what you can to get ahead."
Silver checks the vest, and has some results, mostly in the inner pockets:
A closed paper note
A somewhat ornate derringer pistol
A Nova Griffonian Passport
Bullets to his Magnum - 6
New Mareland Currency - Bits: 150
Imperial Currency - Crowns: 20
A dry-cleaners ticket
A flip lighter, looks golden
A Kris (Maarite) Dagger
A Golden Stopwatch
And yes, a Key ring
"As somepony who got ahead today by not
foalnapping people, using them as slave labor, sacrificing them to resident chaos deity who lives in your attic, skinning them and turning their hides into fur coats and leather book covers, and then feeding remains to your gnolls…I beg to differ."
He takes everything he can find.>>125059
Silver notices Iron.
"Ah, good, you are back! Mind helping me drag our 'friend' down to garbage chute, or are you just here for safe key?"
"We also salvaged their emotions to be regurgitated as a love drug for Equestrians - They sorely want it. Are you condemning me for being resourceful and efficient?"
Silver takes it all, evidently
Mala ducks out
"I am condemning you for your sociopathy, lack of empathy, and your lack of moral code. No matter what arguments you might make in favor of 'getting ahead', know this: it still did not do you any good in end. We are still standing. You are not."
Silver lets Mala go, if he so chooses.
Iron simply nods, opting to walk besides him and grabbing Maakie with his mouth to help drag
Silver helps Iron drag Maakie along.
"So it is. Then I will take pride in lasting longer than many others. Competition, old role models. Your Princesses and Elements. Life is not a game anyone walks away alive from"
When he finishes, he returns to scowling at Undertoe
Mala was hiding behind Silver, not leaving>>125076>>125075
"At the center of this hallway, the stairwell leads down to the basement, then follow the tunnel"
Silver smiles at Mala, and follows his directions.
Iron nods tiredly, hoping Sands knows where to hide guns while he does some dirty work for Silver.
Mala walks down
"I don't think police will have come down here yet…"
Undertoe follows in the rear, kicking Maakie again before he is picked up, causing him to howl in pain
As they are carrying him down the stairs, Maakie turns his head back, trying to speak to the creatures
He speaks to Mala
"You. I know you your name is…. what was it… was it Tireja? Ah! Mala Mata, that's it!"
Mala moves forward, out of view though.
He speaks to Iron
"How much are they paying you? I can do better"
Iron simply shakes his head. "I would have considered it if you did not struggle before, beaked one," he responds "negotiation time is over."
"heheh, never be afraid to seize an opportunity. Do you know what I am offering here? Name a price. Name it! I'll double it!"
Iron does not respond, clearly sour from his previous encounter with the griffon.
Iron can't feel the pain, but he can feel something
is off, where he has been shot>>125078>>125083
Undertoe punches him
They carry him down like a pig on a Barbeque, down the stairs, then into the tunnel, down the tunnel and cutting through the boiler room where different griffins are still tied up or lie dead on the floor, then through the hallway and into the old, very old stone room where Jubilosa and Loputu were found. On the wall, there is the garbage chute
Lightly scratching his shot area with his hoof, Iron turns to Silver, expecting him to send the other.
Silver opens the garbage chute door, and motions Iron to help him prop Maakie against it.
"I will do you one favor, Maakie: I will reunite you with many of your dear old friends."
"Wait! Three thousand. Three thousand bits!"
There's a definite odor when the door is opened - not pleasant
Scruching his snout at the stench, he simply shakes his head.
Silver gets a grin across the length of his face.
With Iron's help, Silver shoves the griffon into the chute.
He is propped up by Iron, Undertoe tries to place her claws to have a part in shoving him in, and is pressed and shoved face first by Silver
"Wait! No! - Ahhh!"
He falls down, head first yelling into the chute, with a smash and rustle of moving bones, followed by a second smash and rustle as the rest of his body meets the pile
He is seen no more
Silver looks down into the chute.
"I hope you and your friends can get reacquinted. You will have plenty of time to chat."
Iron simply looks down, blinking softly before turning to Silver. "I suppose now is the time for this safe you were talking about, right?"
Silver can see bones and skulls, and the griffin, face first and squirming trying to readjust himself. His white feathers and the white bones make it easier to see in the darkness, but there is no light in that putrid chute but what slips past Silver's head from the room. When he closes it, it will be pure, stuffy blackness
And with that one final sight, Silver slowly closes the chute, leaving Maakie in the pitch black nothingness.>>125094
Silver gives Iron the keys he got from Maakie's vest.
"Here you go."
Undertoe goes over, and gives her own glance. But she moves her head back, almost vomits by what she sees behind it. It closes down noisily
Iron tries to pick up the key, but can't seem to stick it to his hoof before looking at Silver somewhat sheepishly.
"Yes, sorry for not giving advance warning. There is reason why I thought of putting him down there.">>125098
Silver holds the keyring up to his mouth.
"Here, use your mouth. I can not join you, I am afraid. I need to do something first."
Iron does so, lazily letting the keyring hang on his tongue. He proceeds to trot back where he thought that safe was.
She is thoroughly disgusted and shivers
"There are many
Through the hallway into the stairwell, up four floors, to the top floor, and into the old office
Silver nods, and motions for her to follow him.
"Come, we need to get something for Johann, and that Skynavian mare we rescued."
He makes his way back towards where they found Zwolf, to get a couple vials of changeling honey.
To the end of the room, on what is now the right.
Mala peels off to the left, to his old room
Undertoe enters the location with the cells and the smashed cocoons
"What is this place?"
"This is where they 'salvaged emotions' of those they captured. We rescued Meadows in this very room. We need to give Johann and that Skynavian mare their emotions back."
Silver looks around for a couple vials of changeling honey.
Iron can't but smile with the keyring to the mouth as he stares at the safe.
"I will beat you, metal box!" he proclaims before looking at the key then back at the safe, wondering how this works.
It's hard to say. There seems to be a key hole in the front, maybe?
This office is strangely nice and well lit for this floor>>125104
There is one tube, remaining on the table
"Hm…" Iron ponder as he inspects one random key before trying it on the hole.
Assuming Silver still has one in his bags, this is just what the doctor ordered. He collects it and leaves, looking in Mala's room to see what he's doing.
Mala has grabbed a bag, and has packed up a blanket, some medicine, some kind of personal effect, like a locket, and has closed one of the cabinet doors.
He looks back to Silver>>125108
There are six keys
Silver steps backwards slightly in embarassment.
"Oh! Uh…collecting your possessions? I am sorry. Take whatever time you need, Mala."
Iron tries the first key from the keyring.
He looks up at Silver
"Can I stay with you?"
Silver smiles at him.
"Of course you can, Mala."
Silver braces himself for impact, but opens his forelegs to accept it.
Iron looks at the key, seeing the key for a bit before shrugging and trying the second one.
The fluffy gnoll hugs him. He has a sort of dog-like odor to him. But he seems happy, very happy
This one also does not succeed
Iron squints his eyes at the safe being so stubborn before huffing and trying the third key.
D'awww. The floofy unicorn hugs Mala back.
The gnoll is hugged, fluffy in some areas and course haired in most others. He doesn't seem to have been injured or burned in any of the battles, though he has some blood on him
This one almost seems to work…. but it doesn't
Iron grits his teeth as he almost tears through the keyhole and tries the fourth key.
"…you better work, fourth metal shape…"
Silver pets the gnoll on the top of his head, right between the ears.
"We should get back to others, if you are done collecting your possessions."
He turns his head towards the area where Silver entered the basement. That first room, where they found Khoi Lua
"Should I go see them a last time?"
Key number four does not work either
"It is your choice. I am not sure what they will say, but I am right behind you."
Grinding his teeth in frustration, Iron takes out the fourth key and looks at it intently. "…I will not forget your betrayal, stupid metal thing."
With that, he turns his head to the fifth key. "You better open it or you will
be next," he promises with venomous tone.
Thus, he tries the fifth key.
He looks over there, and starts to frown
"Nothing nice, I am sure. I probably shouldn't…"
The betrayal is noted
Silver pats and rubs Mala's back.
"If that is your choice, then I will support it."
Opening the safe, inside are
a number of papers that seem to be legal contracts,
A paper note with some numbers written on it
An envelope with some photographs in it
a vial of what looks like changeling honey,
a small marble idol
more than one stack of Equestrian bank notes
some foreign currency
and a pink potion>>125133
He wags his tail, and moves as Silver pats him
"No point in saying goodbye…"
Iron's eyes shimmer in surprise at all the potential money in the safe, quickly picking the gemstones, marble idol, the Equestrian Bank Notes and the bracelet in a greedy rush of energy and placing them on the desk not so far from him.
After that, he decides to check the deed out of curiosity.
Silver pets Mala some more, and then motions for him to join.
"Alright. The others need us."
Looks like a house on the waterfront on the north shore of the bay>>125136
"Okay… but… I… can I ask you another thing?"
Iron shifts it aside to instead check on these Bond papers he's looking at.
"Of course, Mala."
Corporate bond papers and New Mareland national war bond papers. Payable to bearer.
He looks down, and starts to play with his paws, pressing them one against the other. He does not make eye contact with Silver
"There are the bodies of griffins in the boiler room. And in the closet upstairs. And on the floor upstairs in the central atrium. And in the hallway in the other building. And up in the hallway… There are many of them. So many of them. If I could just… drag one away and hide it from the police for thirty minutes…"
Scratching his head at the things, he sets them ontop of the deed before looking at the paper with the numbers.
"Oh…" He thinks for a moment, and looks around to see if anyone is watching.
Undertoe is outside, but not in the room>>125142
Small, ripped paper
15 32 63 07 85 19
Scratching his head even further, he turns over to the famed photographs.
Silver keeps his voice low at a whisper.
"Three conditions: they have to be dead, you can not get found out, and you promise to make this your last of this particular meal."
There is one free floating black and white photograph. A griffin, female, with a hat topped with a flower carries an umbrella.
But the envelope shows something different. A Pony shakes hooves with a different pony, both in suits. Two cars meet, showing more ponies. Another photographs shows a pink mare doing something with a stallion. Another one shows the same pink mare and the same stallion…. well, it shows them doing things together>>125146
He starts to light up, and smile
"What do you mean by 'last of this particular meal'?"
He thinks for a second, then waves it off.
"Nevermind. Just make sure they're dead, and that you do not get caught."
Unless Silver stops him, he bounds on out of there
Iron squints at the nasty, humming softly.
"I wonder why would a safe carry these kind of paintings," he muses before placing them on the other info pieces before looking intently at the changeling honey with a pensive expression.
"…what is that?" he wonders out loud as he pokes the vial.
Blinking softly, he places it inbetween the valuables and the info, unsure of what is its use before turning towards the pink potion instead.
Silver just shakes his head, collects Undertoe, and heads back to rejoin the group.
"Well he was off in a hurry" says Undertoe
But her effort to smile fails, and she turn dower again>>125152
A bottle of glass with a kind of "crystal" structure, a heart shaped glass stopper, a pink liquid that seems less viscous than the pink jelly before, and no label but a singular "9" on the front
Placing the pink potion in the middle portion, he finally decides to skim these legal contracts.
A contract for horseshoes, another for hats. One for iron and one for leather. And several shipping manifests and contracts
Blinking softly, he plants them on the information table.
Having checked all the contents, Iron turns back to the whole loot, wondering what works best for him.
(If only I had anypony knowledgable to sort out the value of these things…) he thinks to himself
Silver smiles at her, instead.
"Thank you for all of your help, Undertoe."
Ah, the good old Knapsack problem
Or are you talking about other loot?>>125158
"Huh, if anything I should have helped more"
Pondering for a bit, he splits the obviously valuable stuff he first out of the safe, knowing *they* had good value, before looking at the information, vials, documents and bonds, unsure of their purpose save from somewhat informed guesses.
"Nonsense. You were invaluable."I think it's time for me to hit the hay. Goodnight!
Some glass, and mostly paper>>125161Goodnight, little pony
Alright, time to turn on Iron's mind on the mysterious items![ 1d20+1 = 8 ]
Brie assess the situation and decides he doesn't like the odds, given what he's seen. I assume that the Lwetiko (lang wetiko) has been attacked by others by this point?
No, he has not been. They have instead attacked a different
Wetiko and successfully killed it with fire, although not before it was able to bite and swipe at Onyx, hurting him
Zu Lang is bleeding from several wounds and looks pretty wounded, but he's not quite out yet.
It's Brie's turn, and he may either attack or disengage
Are there allies assembled?
Spark and Onyx are present, yes.
The Changeling drones are still afraid to stick around and attack
|Rolled 14 + 6|
"50 gold to whoever can set this on fire!" Brie says, drop/tossing the bomb to the ground between him and the wetiko. Rolling for accuracy. (BAB applied)
And that is done. Does brie take another action with his turn?
The dynamite pack is thrown and lands decently near Spark and Onyx
|Rolled 1 + 6|
Hell yeah he does! Time for murder! Brie engages the wetiko.
"At first, I was impressed, but the surprise has faded. Lets see what you're made of!"
|Rolled 15 + 5|
Well it's not lit>>125172
Brie lunges forward, tries to stab it, but hits it, and falls to the ground near it
|Rolled 1 + 3|
And it bites at him…
I would advise Onyx and or Spark to engage
Oh, oh! Onyx slashes at the thing with his trusty halberd[ 1d20+12 = 27 ]
Damage[ 1d10+6 = 8 ][ 1d6 = 4 ]
Onyx stabs into the creature in what would be, were this a pony, his barrel. He slices upwards, meeting two wounds where brie had stabbed him. Somethat that resembles a blue internal organ pokes out, and there is red-purple blood - but not much, as it has a quality more akin to frozen meet. Zu Lang lets out a shriek that sounds like a pony one the other side of a valley
- a distant, echoing quality.
It collapses, evidently dead… er
"What from the bowels of Tartarus is that?" Brie exclaims. "No time like the present, I guess."
Brie moves to cut off the creature's head.
This is probably a good idea
Brie cuts down into thick, leathery flesh, but cuts it off despite the increased resistance. The head is much larger than a normal head, and the eyes are perhaps not "healed," but it's as if the substance is self-sealing from the wound
|Rolled 7 - 2|
Brie would like to roll an investigation check, in an attempt to understand what he's seeing
Brie can't really tell what the hell it is.
The best guess is a decapitated head of a giant stallion, laid down over permafrost for a month. Dead, but it's too cold to decay.
Alright. Has the head been cut from Drie's body? If not, Brie would like to do that as well
The wind picked up long ago, but now a very light snow starts to fall, blown around in the wind.
The Owlbear turns around, to start to leave. Drie's guard has flown away, leaving behind his carbine. The rifle is all that remains of a guard previously perched on the edge of the pit.
From out of the Pit, a head pokes up. Two black eyes on a frosted, black and purple chitin head. It's a changleing, albeit a giant one with discolored purplish chitin, and something in the creature's proportions makes it look more like a praying mantis than a Changeling drone.
It calls out, with an echoing voice, that sounds distant, as if it had been carried on the wind>>125184
Onyx raises his halberd, stomping at the ground
The creature is currently in the pit, evidently standing on its hind legs. That doesn't preclude it from leaving
Brie picks up the bomb. "Spark, would you be so kind?"
"Well… I suppose we ought to take advantage of the situation and get out of…">>125185
He nods and lights the fuse.
|Rolled 6 + 6|
Rolling to lob the bomb at the new threat's feet(?)
The creature now calls out,
The creature calls out in a mare's oice, like a mare looking for her fillie. What sounds so weird about it is that it sounds like the voice is coming from across the forest and echoing through trees. Not 100 feet away.
Oh boy….[ 1d20+1 = 19 ]
Gawd, I sure hope that wasn't the damage for a bomb that size
A cacophany of strange whispers fly on teh wind, surrounding Onyx. Strangely feminine in sound, they fly by, louder then quieter, some sounding like "get," "come" or other ponish words, some sounding foreign of a dialect Onyx has never heard.
Through all of this, Onyx stands strong
You fools! Your sweet siren song can not attract a >4 cha
idiot such as Onyx!
The bomb falls down just short of the precipice, and after a couple seconds, explodes, with a giant BOOM
sending dirt and snow flying through the air, as well as the lone rifle. The wave is visible in the air and disrupts the path of falling snow through a wide radius.
The mantis-Wetiko is not visible, having evidently fallen back into the pit
"I'm not betting that will be the last of it." Brie says, and retrieves his daggers from Lang's body while he has the chance.
At least two found, on or near Lang
"Heh, I doubt we're that lucky"
Onyx slowly advances towards the pit
Now, changelings peer in, to look from a distance
Looking into the pit, there's the creature. It's a Changeling drone alright, but much larger, even if its legs are no wider. It's eyes are black, and its chitin distorted a purple color. But it is alive, pressing, trying to get up, a half-cut wing twitching
"Yeah, my thinking exactly." Brie readies both knives, expecting this thing to rear its ugly head.
Onyx charges while it is still reeling, his halberd aimed like a lance.[ 1d20+12 = 21 ]
This is not straight forward, as it is down inside the mine while teh ponies above it. Of course going into the mine is not particularly difficult, given the presence of the ramp nearby, but it takes just a little bit longer
But can he still charge at the bug?
Then maybe I should resolve my final Ray first?
"Shit. We're gonna have to go down there after it aren't we?" Brie sighs, realizing that presenting a head and saying "There's more, we just didn't bother" won't fly with the queen.
The creature, one eye bleeding a black goo, tries to get up. One of the limbs is visibly shorter. It's been partly severed. But it places it on the ground, pulling itself up>>125209
Not before it has the chance to maybe respond
Actually, everyone, roll initiative
|Rolled 15 + 5|
Add Dex score
Onyx does little tacticle stabbing with the halberd[ 1d20+12 = 29 ]
The halberd frosts over the wound a bit[ 1d10+6 = 11 ][ 1d6 = 3 ]
|Rolled 3 + 5|
|Rolled 7 + 5|
The halberd stabs into the creature, like crushing through the shell of a beetle. The inside has a frozen quality
But it still stands. It swipes at Onyx with a broken, hoofless leg, and then tries to bite
The broken leg would have hit, if there were a hoof at the end of it. But it doesn't and neither do its fangs make contact
Double daggers, por favor[ 1d20+8 = 14 ][ 1d20+8 = 23 ]
One hits the hide…. but bounces off of it, flinging down into the mine
The other dagger lands
It stabs into the hide, not quite knocking it down>>125213
|Rolled 14 + 3|
Final Scorching Ray. Hope this is the last monster.
|Rolled 5, 4, 6, 2 = 17|
The creature, partly exploded, stabbed, and stabbed again, catches fire around its chest, a fire that spreads through out its body. It burns, with a smell strangely similar to burning wood. It falls over, to the ground
"Anypony else planning on mutating into a abomination?" Brie calls out, visibly frustrated.
Changeling drones, pretty much entirely all in flight, come closer, looking over the scene. The Owlbear has left, and the creatures are dead. The buzzing sounds like a swarm of bees, or hornets
Brie retrieves the one dagger he can be assumed to be able to find, and would like to take this
creature's head as well
The bodies of Drie and the Low level drone present a difficulty. They are partly burned
Only that the heads are damaged, with features partly burned. They can be severed
Brie will take his time cutting off the heads, to serve as evidence
The head of the drone is severed. It's tougher around the edges, but softer on the inside. The head of Drie has a leathery exterior that is easier to cut through, but a harder interior. Both are severed. Blood is red, then purple, then blue, but in all cases thick and not forthcoming
"Distasteful, but not unwarranted. This will do I hope."
And so it is
Drones start coming in, closer, looking at the bodies, and the scene of the action. So too do ponies in the pt, slowly wondering back after teh gunfire has ceased
Brie finds that, as time passes, the body of Zu Lang slowly transforms back into the body of a decapitated changeling drone, bleeding blue blood and wearing a white fur coat
Well that's a relief. They don't appear to be regenerating
Nope. He's dead. The drones come in closer
Iron really can't tell very much about these items, either what they are or how valuable they are.
But Iron can discern two things. Ponies only put things in safes either because it's something they have that they are afraid of being stolen, or it's some secret they must hide that they cannot destroy. Either way, it means it must be valuable, at least to someone. But Iron also knows that while an item may be valuable to someone, it can only be valuable to Iron if he can figure out how to use it.
Brie takes a deep breath, after having acquired the 2-3 heads of the,… wetikos, he guesses, that's what they were called.
"ALRIGHT, WHO IN THE FUCK KNEW ABOUT THIS?!"
A few of the drones, buzzing around, move back a few feet
Brie looks up and to the right, not at anypony in particular. "Yes, you're right."
He then focuses his attention on the drones.
"Jemand sollte anfangen zu reden. Ich suche keine Köpfe, ich habe diese, aber ich brauche Antworten. Jetzt!"
A black dog pops out from underneath the carriage that Brie bought, which is in the mine, and another dog pops out from behind a tree. So too do two stallions come out of the breakroom trailer, a drone out of the office, and a few more stallions from behind a piece of equipment, now that the gunfire has ceased. Drones haven't answered Brie's question yet, but a couple land down, far away. One particular one dives down and comes kind of close to Brie. It's Drie's guard and medic, who is trying to recover his carbine, which he dropped.
"Niemand? Niemand." He sighs and wipes some blood from his forehead. "Jetzt verdammte Hunde?" he mutters. "Ich gehe nicht, bis ich einige Antworten bekomme. Du." he says, pointing a hoof at the medic.
The drone lands down, and uses magic to pick up the carbine. He looks over with his big (lliteral) bug eyes at Brie, silent for a moment, when Brie speaks to him
"Eh… In diesen drei Fällen gab es seit einiger Zeit einige "Unregelmäßigkeiten" in der Nacht"
"Ich könnte mir vorstellen. Wurde etwas darüber beobachtet, was … dies verursacht haben könnte?"
Wings falls down a bit, and after he starts speaking, he looks down, before looking up again
"Wir wissen nicht wirklich warum. Es begann nicht lange nachdem wir hier angekommen waren. Wir glauben, dass es etwas mit einem Stamm der Ersten Völker nördlich von hier zu tun hat, gegen den wir gekämpft haben, als wir versucht haben, die Region zu sichern. Entweder taten es ihre vergifteten Pfeile oder sie verfluchten sie. Vielleicht war es der Wald selbst … Wir wissen es nicht"
"Das ist ganz in Ordnung, das wird nicht erwartet. Die Königin wird jedoch eine vollständige Nachbesprechung wünschen. Wie früh können Sie einen zusammenfassenden Bericht erstellen? Dies kann ohne Angst oder Androhung von Repressalien durchgeführt werden, wie ich genug gesehen habe, um aussagen zu können, ohne eine Fledermaus zu implizieren?"Yes, I'm thinking that while everyone does the 'everypony' thing, Brie will do the same, except with bat Xp
"Ich kann … Ich kann jemanden dazu bringen, so schnell wie möglich einen Bericht zu schreiben. Ich weiß nicht, wie glücklich die Königin sein wird, aber sie könnte sich mehr darum kümmern, das Erz wieder auf Kurs zu bringen"Is Brie secretly a Bat nationalist?
>>125253Brie is a pure opportunist, who unfortunately is having to manufacture his opportunity.
"Das war ihr Hauptanliegen, ja. Unabhängig von den Anomalien bin ich sicher, dass sie zufrieden sein wird dass die Dinge zu einem Anschein von Normalität zurückkehren können."
He nods, and then volunteers the following:
"Es beginnt normalerweise nachts, nicht die meisten Nächte, aber manchmal. Wir denken, Stress verursacht es, aber wir wollten es nicht genau testen. Einige Arbeiter hatten nachts Pech, andere hatten sie gesehen. Also haben wir die Arbeiter vor ein paar Monaten ersetzt. Die Arbeiter hatten Angst und waren sowieso nicht produktiv oder vertrauenswürdig. Wir haben sie nachts an die Box gebracht, um zu verhindern, dass sie viel Schaden anrichten oder verloren gehen, aber manchmal haben sie die Maschinen angegriffen, weil die Maschinen sie tagsüber frustriert haben. Die Maschinen haben das Schlimmste davon."
Brie thinks long and hard before answering, his hoof at his chin pensively. After a lengthy pause he replies "
Waren sie völlig wild oder gab es eine Möglichkeit, sie zu kontrollieren? Ich meine, sie schienen sich auf die Maschinen zu konzentrieren, nicht wahr? Ist es möglich, dass diese Wildheit beurteilt werden könnte? Oder ist es zu früh, um eine solche Entscheidung zu treffen?For the record, I meant 'judged' to be 'directed'
He nods, and answers, now clearly calmed down
"Wir haben es nie gewagt, unsere Kommandeure zu kontrollieren. Aber nein, die Drohne war unkontrollierbar, obwohl sie abgelenkt werden konnte. Ein vierter starb an Wunden, nachdem er sich wieder in eine Drohne verwandelt hatte. Ich glaube, es war sowohl von den First Nations als auch von Kugeln, die in Dämonenform auf ihn geschossen wurden.""Deflected" is "distracted"
Brie nods thoughtfully. "Sehr gut. Vielen Dank, dass Sie sich meinen Fragen gestellt haben. Darf ich deinen Namen haben?"
He nods, and touches his cap, though he does not fully tilt it or remove it
"Ich bin Drohne vierunddreißig von Lacenia und Schwarzer Flügel. Mein späterer Name ist Fultoni">>125259IndeeddAnd thank you
Alright, so Silver was returning to the rest of the party.
Silver walks through the upper hallway of the second floor, past the lone zebra corpse and a blood trail and Maakie’s gun and saber, over to the stairwell. The area is pretty empty, even as their are distant noises.
Meanwhile, Iron's still mumbling to himself about these accursed items, obviously storing the ones that hold immediate value in his eyes.
Please don't make me go through the list again. It's so far away from the 50 post limit
This is the response: >>125243
Iron, not sure how to use these items in the first place aside from pawning them off to Cauldron for her to sell off somehow, simply looks around for a convenient container to put all these things in.
It’ll fit in a saddle bag, but unless he has one, none are immediately present
Iron hums softly.
(Maybe I can stuff them in my clothes?) he ponders to himself as he gazes on.
There is the adjacent set of rooms, after all. But if folded, it could probably fit on his back or in a pocket. (He’s covered in more than a little blood, though)
>>125268>>125269I'll go with a yes.[ 1d20+1 = 2 ]
<Search roll for saddlebag
Iron trots forth, and trips and falls into the desk
Iron's jaw hits the desk in mild annoyance, shaking off his head before actually going to look for a saddlebag.[ 1d20+1 = 10 ]
<Search roll (again)
There’s like a white robe in the closet, a couple formal business suits (stripped pattern), some towels in the bathroom, and a briefcase (which does not have a shoulder strap)
Iron decides to inspect the white robe, wondering how thick it was as he takes it out of the closet and extending it to its fullest on the floor.
It is made of cotton, seems like it would be reasonably warm in cold weather, and offers zero armored protection. It’s it seems like it would fit on Iron, but is intended to be loose on the wearer. It will cover down to approximately a few inches above Iron’s knee, and over everything from Iron’s shoulder to tail. A mare might be able to wear it, though it would be obviously oversized
Humming softly, Iron takes the marble statue, placing it on top of the inside of the coat.
And so he does so
With that, he tries to close it to see how it looks like.
The marble griffin is rather small, maybe ~15 cm or less in height. It is covered completely by the robe, though the bulge is visible
Seeing the potentially most difficult thing to store, he'll go on to place the notes, bits and foreign currency inside as well, making sure it can still be closed by the top, akin to a bindle.
This is doable, it looks almost like a towel. The papers have to be bent and crinkled to make this happen, unless they are carefully rolled, or if the robe is folded in a rectangle. The robe is pretty large when rolled or filed up
Making sure the fold is in a rectangle with his hooves in order not to break the items inside, he then proceeds to place all of the money item group inside the white robe, closing it once more.
What are all of the items Iron takes? (List). And does not take
The gemstones, Equestrian Bank Notes, the idol, and the bracelet first, to try it out.
He does not take the rest.For now.
This is easily wrapped inside of a bath robe, though it is awkward to carry and could unravel
Iron then proceeds to look in the bathroom, wondering if there could be a long stick of wood inside.
A detachable metal towel hanger rail, and a plunder (hiding behind a wooden door)
This is a rather nice and large bathroom. The bathtub is basically a hot tub, and the shower is rather large as well
Iron inspects the length of both rail and plunger handle, humming softly as does so.
Neither is as long as a meter, the plunger handle being the longer of the two.
Looking between the two, Iron finally decides to pick up with his mouth the plunger handle, assuming the plunger itself will make haste in removing itself.
It needs to be pulled off, but it seems possible with enough effort
Huffing with the plunger still in his mouth, Iron tries to do so.
And…. it’s torn off. A ~.92 meter long wooden stick remains
Bringing it back to the extended, closed robe, Iron grabs the tips of the robe, tying it up to the long, wooden stick.
It’s a short stick and a long robe, but this is more or less doable, if ungraceful
Iron then tests it by pulling it up with his mouth and shaking it slightly.
Roll die for tying
>>125298[ 1d20+2 = 12 ]
It holds, mostly. But don’t go too hard on it either.
Iron may now waltz Matilda
Iron proceeds to lay down the home-made equipment and undress himself, loosening the leather belt under it to slide the handle through the belt and fasten it so as to free the mouth.
The bag is still in an awkward position, running up against his side. Unless iron puts the belt around his neck, and tries to have the pole go upward
Iron proceeds to move the belt about, up to his neck as to try out the position.
It kind of hurts. Or would, but iron feels great right now. If iron stops suddenly, the bag will hit the back of his head, but otherwise it works
Beaming with pride, Iron proceeds to pick up the briefcase, stuffing all the info stuff he got into it and closing it, leaving him with the two fluids on the table.
It is stuffed, and locks
>>125262Hmm…I wonder if that leads to garbage chute…
Silver heads up the stairwell, and seeks out Johann.
Johann is standing, evidently in an argument with one of the cultists
Silver trots up to listen.
Looking back at his rock pouch, Iron pulls it off from it and dumps the rocks on the floor, replacing it with the potions.
The rocks pile down onto the floor, making definite thuds. The potions fit nicely
The argument seems to be over legal jurisdiction, and what crimes if any he could be charged with. Another two cultists listen intently. The cultist is very insistent that he hasn't been caught doing anything actually illegal, and that of course an Imperial has no jurisdiction over him.
An upset griffin pushes through the crowd to come over to curse at him. This is ended swiftly when Johann pulls a gun on her, and levels it right at her head. "What was that about the Imperial Inquisition?"
Ritual daggers litter the floor
With the potions in the pouch, Iron reattaches it to the belt on his neck, finally ready to take out the stuff.
He starts to wonder where he could find Sands, walking over to the towels to inspect them.
Silver calls firmly out to them both.
He pulls up a wing, and shields himself with it, with some offense on his expression
Just in case, Iron drapes them over himself and proceeds to walk out the safe room, wondering where could Sands be.
She was last seen in the Chapel, third floor administrative building
With that clue popping in his head, Iron decides to head there in order to relay the news and maybe put the towels to good use.
Silver first addresses the captured cultists.
"You may not be under jurisdiciton of good Inquisitor, here, but you are
jurisdiction. If you are innocent, you will be fine…"
He looks towards the sewn up sacrifices.
"…but as it is, you will have uphill battle to disprove your guilt."
Iron notices a difficulty while heading out.
Inside the atrium of the dorm hall, there are several police officers. Both blue uniform, and green uniform
They are quieted, some humbled, some staying strong
Johann speaks to Silver
"Were there Imperial subjects?"
"Those you saw in atrium we had either captured or killed. They will most likely be transfered into Imperial custody."
Now he smiles
"That, they will be"
Iron doesn't like that, indeed.
He backtracks by a bit, looking for any exit avenues to go around them.
"Now, I have something to speak with you about quickly."
With a motion of his head, he urges Johann to follow him slightly away from the captives.
Down to the basement, through the tunnel. Or around, through the second floor entry (this might be more open and visible from the first level)
Iron obviously goes through the basement route, hoping no more police are stationed in there yet.
Down through the tunel, up to the second floor, through the hallway where there is now only one zebra and no Maakie, and then to the stairs into the chapel
Iron slowly and carefully walks up the stairs, hoping to find Sands up there, ready to plan out the strategy to take these things out of the area.
Sands is back in the chapel, looking kind of stunned, still wearing a robe almost like a blanket
And follows Silver
Iron breathes a sigh of relief, thankful.
"Alright, I am back from the extra payment," Iron informs quietly for her sake "How is the situation?"
"They are still holding them back. Something something legal jurisdiction whatever. The unicorn popped out for a while but he's back now"
Silver stops some distance away from the captives.
"You were held captive here, yes? Can you recall if you were drained during your imprisonment here? I noticed you look rather off."
Nodding, Iron hums softly as he lets the briefcase on the ground and opens it, as well as the now newly labelled potion pouch, opening their contents. "Could you take a look at these and tell me if they are worth anything?"
"By one of those Changelings? Yes. Yes I was">>125335
She takes out the contracts
"Legal documents, I'm not sure who this is of interest for. TThis is another legal document" holding up the deed
She puts those down, and pulls up the jelly. Her face lights up a bit
"This. This is…. better keep this"
She takes it, then pulls up the last one
"And what do we have here"
She looks at it more
"Maybe a love potion? It's marked with a heart"
Silver produces a vial of changeling jelly, offering it to Johann.
"I went downstairs and got this for you. It should restore some of your energy."
Iron is a bit baffled by the mention of a love potion. "…you mean there could be an actual potion to induce love of all things?" he asks incredulously
She picks up the bonds
"These are securities, payable to bearer. Similar to money"
Then she looks through the photos
"One of these, I recognize in the City Council">>125337
He examines the vial of jelly
He slowly pulls off the cap, then lets it fall into his mouth, swallowing it
He waits a moment then his breathing picks up. His eyes become a brighter yellow-green, and his coat a deeper, brighter yellow
"That's… I feel better. Much better already">>125338
She shrugs, then smiles in a nigh devious way
"If not love, then a close enough substitute for it"
Silver smiles, and pats Johann's shoulder.
"That is good to hear. I am going to finish checking on things before police arrive.">>125338>>125339
Silver then trots up to Iron and Sands.
"Find anything interesting in that safe?"
He pulls away a bit, as if not expecting pats, but seems to accept them. He nods, with a minor smile
"Very well. And I will try to investigate what I can here"
Iron looks back to Silver, kitted in the most hobo-esque looking getup ever of the most improvised bindle possible tightened by a leather belt on his neck, as well as a suitcase and pouch. Funnily enough, he's naked now, too.
"I am currently looking into it," he responds before turning to Sands into more of a whisper."Why would a group like this have a picture of this 'Cee-tea Counc-eel' in their safe mating with a mare?
She whispers back"It wasn't the city council member who was mating with the mare… But these are embarrassing or incriminating photos"
Silver looks to the documents Iron has pulled out.
"Do you mind if I have quick look for anything interesting in those?"
Iron nods once, assuming he's here to look at deeds and legal documents, separating them out of the briefcase and into the floor for Silver's magic to grab a hold of.>>125343
Iron turns to Sands with a confused expression, wondering how could a stallion mating a mare be embarrassing.
Silver nods, takes them in his magic, and looks over the documents.
Sands just moves aside, as if claiming no control over the documents>>125345
"I don't know who that is"
With a shrug of his own, Iron closes the briefcase with everything inside except for the legal documents and deed while also closing the pouch. "Is there a clear exit to take off with this stuff plus the weapons?"
Iron asks in a whisper
Silver's eyes light up at the deed, and looks over to Iron.
"So…I understand if you decline, but…may I keep this deed? It would be huge
favor you would be doing for me."
"Keep it, if you feel it will do you good," he answers dismissively.
The unicorn smiles wide, and he hugs Iron right then and there.
"Thank you, Iron!"
Iron briefly glances at Silver in mild worry, wondering what's gotten to the old coot as he briefly glances at Silver.
"…I know I am currently standing upright, but I would rather not coat half of your being with my blood," he comments awkwardly.
>>125348"I don't know. There might be one by the waterline">>125346
Contracts. Specifically, these are freight shipping contracts,
contracts for the sale of horseshoes, contracts for the sale of hats,
and for the purchase of steel ingots and leather
A deed, looks like to a single family residence on the north bay
Photographs - Blackmail, at least three distinct victims
New Mareland treasury bonds - payable to bearer
Blue Car Motorworks bond - payable to bearer
Hayston Engineering bond - payable to bearer
Silver chuckles, and releases him.
"I do not mind. Not first time somepony has bled on me. But truly, thank you!"
He motions to the bonds.
"Do you want to keep these?">>125353
Silver blushes at the rather explicit nature of the blackmail photos. He makes a note to perhaps seek out the subjects sometime.
Iron simply nods at Silver for his offer, having given him the deed before suddenly his torch lights up, looking at the old pony. "Do you mind keeping the tavern room rented for Khoi to bunk into as well?" he asks to the old pony.
"Sure. I was going to give her some money as well for whatever she would need."
Iron nods once more, taking the bonds straight into the suitcase before looking at Sands.>>125354"Are you ready to go?"
he asks her in a whisper.
Silver gathers the rest of the documents, and goes to Loputu and the Skynavian mare, pulling his second flask of changeling honey out.
>>125360"The Watering Hole,"
he answers "unless you have a better idea in mind."
When she looks over to where silver is going,Yeah. Let's go"
With a nod in return, Iron starts the small trek where Sands previously mentioned was maybe clear, by the waterline, asking Sands to lead to scout out the area and avoid surprise guard encounters.
The mare looks up
She looks exactly
like White Sands
>>125365So that's where Zwolf got her disguise from…
Silver uncorks the vial, and gives it to her.
"Here, take this."
Down stairs, through to the main stairwell, down to the tunnel, through the boiler room, through the hall and through the storage room, past through where the garbage chute is, then into a little area with three doors
"I know at least this far" she says>>125366
Loputu says something to her
She might need to be physically fed it, like a foal
If that is the case, then Silver does so, using his magic to scoop the honey out of the vial and into the mare's mouth.
Iron points to the middle door, quietly asking Sands to take a listen through and maybe peek through any cracks for further information.
She licks it, almost like peanut butter, slowly lapping it up. As she does so, her eyes slowly become a deeper, darker green. Her fur almost becomes fluffy. A purer white, and less grey. But it's her mane most of all that shows the difference, gaining a vibrant pink color. She stands up>>125369
She places her head against the door, looks up right, then moves to attention, and gets up
"There's some creature there, alright"
Silver looks at her as she stands up.
"Feel any better?"
Iron hums softly before asking Sands to look to the two other doors at the sides as he instintively looks for some cover in case the creature decides to come in for whatever reason.
She stares at him for a moment, but then nods. The movements of her head, up and down, are fast paced, knocking her pink mane about>>125372
She goes, opens the door to the left, looks in, and about, then closes it and goes to the door on the right, which she does not bother to open, but looks at with disgust
She turns to him
"I don't know"
"What is your name?"
Humming softly, Iron checks the leftmost door for himself, wondering if it's the right path to go to.
It dead ends into what seems to be something like an apartment>>125374
As if she's struggling to speak,
"My name is… Keskööpäike"
Iron then proceeds to look into the rightmost door instead.
Silver puts a hoof over his chest.
"My name is Silver Sword. We are here to rescue you."
Sands goes up, and places a leg on the door
"If there is a way out from undergound, it's forward">>125378
She looks at him, and a little down. She's really skinny, and it's difficult to tell if that's natural, she's starved, or a little of both. Then she looks back up at him, as if straining
Loputu speaks to her
"Ta ütleb, et on siin, et sind päästa. Tema nimi on Silver Sword"
Her face lights up, and she has a big smile. Then she whomps
Silver, hugged him
"Thank you, thank you… Ma arvasin, et suren siin"
Silver is a little surprised by the sudden hug, but he quickly recovers to hug her back. He flashes a thankful smile behind her at Loputu.
"What happened? How were you captured?"
Iron huffs slightly before going to the middle door and peeking through to see what they could be potentially dealing with.
Loputu himself smiles awkwardly, and she pulls herself back, also smiling in an awkward way. She visibly has tears on her face
"Ta tahab teada, kuidas sa siia tulid"
Through a relay, she relates the following:
"I was in Cubria, in Frostbell when I wanted to leave. I heard Equestria had better wages than Bakara…. I contracted to leave. The government did not want me to leave. So I had to hide. I came here. But they said I owed them money, and I had to work chained at a table twelve hours a day. There were monsters that would hit us, and threaten to eat us alive… such horrible things. One night they dragged me before a black vile creature, that drained away much of my soul. I was placed in a cocoon for I do not know how long. Then they burst me out, and took me up here to wait">>125382
A strange voice
"Schwarzefeder? Is that you? Let us out! Some ponies trapped us in these cages"
Raising an eyebrow in curiosity at the loaded statement, Iron opens it even the tiniest bit to maybe see if this creature's telling the truth.
Silver nods, sadly.
"I am sorry to hear. It is over, now. Those behind this have been captured or killed. Once police arrive to remove those we captured, you will be free.
"You say you were looking to resettle here in Equestria? I assume you will need money for food and lodging in meantime?"
Iron opens the door to see a cage filled with two creatures. Two creatures that look like that cackling, wild creature that Silver fought in the sanctuary
"Hey! You're another pony! What are you doing here?" calls the androgynous voice>>125385
Loputu speaks to her, and she talks back in her language
"She thinks she will"
Silver starts counting out Bit notes for a short bit, eventually handing her a stack of 500.
"Here, take it."
Iron blinks in mild surprise at the two gnolls, blinking softly.
"I was actually just heading out," Iron responds, poised as his usually grey coat took a brown-ish red hue by this point "do you know where is the exit from here?"
She looks at it, and blinks
Silver nods and smiles at her.
"It is not too terribly much, but it will cover food and lodging for while."
She tilts her head
"I do not know place">>125388
Sure. If you let us out"
"You do not know place? Like place to stay?"
"No, I mean… Equestria"
Iron snorts softly as he starts walking along the corridor, looking ahead.
"Hm… How do I know you know the way?" he asks tentatively as he scans the area ahaed.
Silver looks to Loputu.
"Could you please translate for me, since she speaks Skynavian fluently? I want to know what she means."
At the end is a doorway opening to a stairway
"I'll show you the way alright!"
"Then why did you ask us?">>125395
He asks her, and she speaks back
"She says she is not familiar with Equestria and is unsure how well she could survive on her own"
"Ohhhhh. Well, if she so chooses, she can stay with me."
Iron hums before shaking his head.
"I do not seem that convinced you know the layout, considering you have not evacuated yet," he informs "since right now the poh-lee-ce is right above us, cuffing anypony that even resembles a cultist."
He puts on a confident look. "I can get scot free, but you…" he cranes his head from side to side tentatively "…might
be seen as cultists and either throw you in a nicer metal cage or
make you an example to the public."
With that explanation set, Iron turns to the two gnolls. "So if I even want to think
about getting you two out, I need something more than promises."
Loputu is silent at this for a moment, and scrunches, but then he speaks, and relays the information to her
"She says thank you, and she will consider it">>125398
She pulls against the bars, rattling them
"I can promise you if you don't let us out I'll tear you to pieces!"
The male is a bit more pleading
"We were locked in here. We'll make it worth your while if you just let us out"
Iron hums softly before pointing to the corridor ahead. "Tell me what is right outside this corridor, and if you are accurate, I will let you go."
He turns to Sands, beckoning her to go check while the dogs answers.
Silver is confused at Loputu's reaction, but he nods to her.
"Whatever you decide, we will help you."
Female: "Let us go, and maybe I'll tell you what's down the corridor"
Male: "Water. It's water">>125401
"She says okay, and she is grateful"
Silver gets up, and looks to the two Skynavians.
"I am going to check up on others. Stay safe, you two."Floof is sleepy. Floof thinks he's going to bed.
She looks down the stairs
"I…. Think I see water?"
Iron hums softly, appreciative at the male hyena but distrusting of the female hyena still.
He turns his head to the first one. "So, how can I take your word your potential marefriend is not going to claw at me the moment I open these doors?"
"Yeah yeah, what's going on? Are you with the Waterfront Gang?"
"I'll claw at you if you won't
open this cage!"
Sense Motive to figure out their feelings and truthfulness![ 1d20+2 = 17 ]
"Yeah yeah, what's going on? Are you with the Waterfront Gang?"
friend?! Do I look like any damn mare. I could take your concept of a marefriend and rip her to pieces!"
The female seems to be very much forthright in her expression of her opinion that she could rip a pony to pieces. She also seems to be generally in a bad mood.
The male is a bit fuzzier. He seems afraid, very much wants to get out of there, and does not seem to have any immediate motive to harm Iron. However, he doesn't look like he could restrain the female, nor does he seem entirely willing.
It's a strange case of reverse sexual di-morphism. She's bigger and more muscular than he is
Iron hums softly, looking rather confused at the sight of more powerfully built females than males before shrugging and looking at whatever is holding these gnolls inside the cage.
The gnolls themselves are fairly injured, showing signs of cutting flesh wounds in he female, and a bullet wound in the male, as well as bleeding from evident bite marks on all four legs on both subjects. There is broken and chewed up rope on the floor. The cage itself seems to have a lock to it
Motioning Sands back and to brandish a weapon just in case, Iron prepares his head-crushing thighs in anticipation for the ensuing lock breaking.
"Alright, you can lead us to the exit and you can go scot free afterwards to do your own thing," he comments in preparation.
"Iron?" Sands says
Iron looks at Sands expectantly, wondering what she'd want to say first before doing it.
She comes up close to him, and whispers with irritation into his earWhy are you helping them? These guys are assholes.
Iron raises an eyebrow, wondering what else she has to say.
This sours Iron's expression quite a lot, as he was previously considering they were little less than scared and confused guards stuck inside the cage, eager to get this behind them.
"Is that so…" Iron mutters in dismay before shaking his head and relaxing his muscles, looking at the two gnolls in the cage for a good five seconds before starting to walk away from the two, not wanting to do anything with them.
The female shouts to him
"Hey! You from the gang! The police will be looking for you too. I know they will. That's why you are looking to sneak out back instead of walking through the street"
Iron simply chuckles before looking back at her.
"I have friends in high places," he informs the hyena "so whatever snitching you may try will yield you nothing but disappointment, big mare."
His face turns dark, as he raises a foreleg.
"and your demise, as well, if you try."[ 1d20+9 = 19 ]
|Rolled 9 + 9|
Perhaps if Iron had met her under different circumstances, her inner will would have won out. But as it is, she is stabbed, cut, only recently out of ties, locked in a cage, and she sees enemies coming from a direction from which she should expect friendly reinforcements.
As such, she folds, remaining silent and standing there. But her ears fall down
Hearing no retort from the hyena makes his lower his foreleg as he beckons Sands with his head, moving further into the corridor and leaving the two gnolls behind.
"Come on! Don't leave us here! We can make it worth your while! Listen! I know the location of a wreck!…"
It's a bit harder to hear down the corridor as Iron goes into a stairwell tunnel that looks more like those catacombs under the vacant lot where the zombies were, than it looks like the rest of the building. Down at the bottom, is a particularly black room
(Only option is down…) he thinks to himself as he follows the directions towards the particularly dark room, looking at Sands to maybe see if she had magic sticks or light.
"Let me light something…"
She takes a piece of the robe she is wearing, places it on the ground, places another piece in her teeth, and tugs, ripping a sleeve right off. She holds it in air with magic, pulls out a lighter from a belt pocket, and..
"click" lights it on fire
"The light won't last long"
Iron can see a room, not very large with high, arched ceiling, made of white stone. Most of it is water, with a ledge wide enough for two ponies. There is a small row boat, white with a red strip on the top of the side, up beside the ledge like it is a pier, with a rope lazily placed around a stake. At the end of the room is a circular tunnel with no lighting, with water at the bottom, and ig enough for the boat to travel through. The water doesn't look very deep, but it's almost opaque
Humming softly, Iron presuposes that they could either leave right now through the boat or
travel the tunnels and maybe find a marehole to get out of the potential sewer system.
He relays his thought process to Sands, wondering what she'd think would work best.
"There's only one way out" she says
"The floating wood thing there?" Iron asks
"No. Through the tunnel. Either way. Either that, or it's back upstairs"
Nodding, he starts the trek through the tunnel, letting Sands lead on.
Sands looks down into the opaque, muddy looking water of unknown depth that stretches between the edge of the dry area and the beginning of the tunnel, which itself is partly submerged in the same water.
"I think it's only appropriate that you go first on this, big stallion"
Bonds can't help but look at the water in mild worry as he glances back at Sands. "Can you even hold what I have on me?" he asks as he starts to put down the suitcase and belt with both bindle and pouch still attached somewhat.
She looks at him with a curious expression
"I don't… know. Why do you ask?"
"Just in case," Iron responds before sinking his right hoof into the water.
Iron plops down and "splash" the front of his muzzle goes into the water, and the top of his face is splashed and wet. But when Iron rights himself he finds that he can rather easily keep his head above water - infact, much of his head didn't get wet in the first place. Once he gets into the water, no longer angled down into it by his hind legs being on a higher platform, he finds it's two feet deep if even that. Iron can keep his barrel above water.
To ensure nothing funny was going to happen, Iron goes on a little trip to the beginning of the tunnel and back, reassuring Sands he'll come back as he does it, as well as asking her to keep her guard up.
“The Fire is about to die….”
Iron can feel things under the water. Sometimes it is sand, sometimes it is decaying plant matter, and once he feels something press against him and dart, like a fish. Once or twice he feels something harder and sharper, like some artificial object
But iron makes his way forward. The water in the room is perhaps two feet, and the tunnel is no deeper, perhaps even a little higher. At the end, he can see a hold through where there were bars, and an opening to what looks like the harbor bay. Moonlight sleeps through the end, maybe 40 meters away
Having done his thing, Iron decides to pick up the stuff once more and beckons Sands forwards, muffled talk about light up ahead.
As he does so, the light dies, and it goes black
Unafraid, Iron trods forth in search of the moonlight at the end of the tunnel.
>>125443But before that,
he hoofs over a towel for her to use as fuel for her flame trick.
Sands takes a towel, and lights it up, trying to hold it in magic aura to prevent it from burning her
For that matter, she uses a towel, rather than a robe, to make the initial fire
Nodding, Iron trudges onwards towards the light he'd seen before with all the baggage on him.
Iron goes forward, down the tunnel, and to the entrance, where it exits out into Horseshoe Bay. To the right he can see the lights of Locust point and the passenger terminal there, as well as the lights of so many piers, houses and factories. Beyond that are the more scattered lights of the Southern shore, and its dark forests. To the left he can see the outline of the peninsula, with so many houses along the shore, the hills and houses above that, and at the very end, protruding into the bay, the lighthouse. In the bay are a pair of ships, probably freighters, and the lights of a few pleasure craft.
But what would interest him most is the boat that is just off shore, maybe a thousand feet if that. A vessel perhaps 90 feet in length, that looks almost military, with green stripes. It has a light, which it is shining forward, presumably over at the buildings of Hoebuck
Beneath Iron, there are some rocks before it becomes dee
Making sure to tell Sands to extinguish the flame, Iron softly retreats back into the drain, watching the boat while hidden in the darkness for any movements on the magic light or any ponies jumping out of it.
It's moving forward at snail's pace. there are indeed ponies on deck, Pegasi. They are ooking back over at Hoebuck
Iron hums softly as he sees it move before picking up a rock from below him and flinging it towards the water away from the drain and into the sea to see their reaction.
It looks like one of them looks down at he splash, and remains looking, before turning away after seeing nothing
Iron hums softly as he aims at the light itself with another rock after taking out and placing his baggage to the edge of the drain, as far away from any potential light soruces and water as possible, bucking the rock.
He's attacking the search light on the ship?
Pfft. No. He's just 'convincing' it to shut off or look away for a bit.
If he's going to try to destroy a search light on the deck of a patrol vessel, he's going to need to do an attack roll with some severe range penalty
I'll do a roll with normal mod, then you decide the negative mod.[ 1d20+10 = 18 ]
<Ranged Attack Mod
Miss. The rock lands pretty the ship, hitting the side, and bouncing off with a big "thunk"
There is yelling on the ship, and some pegasi reach for rifles and what appear to be submachine guns
Iron proceeds to become as small as possible, looking at what they'll do, beckoning Sands to keep quiet and hide as well.
"Possible Sniper! Check the rooftops! Guns at the ready!"
A few of them get closer down on the ship, one of them mans a very, very large gun that is bolted down to the ship, and the light is moved to focus on what seem to be buildings to the left/North. All of them stand at more ready positions, clutching rifles, carbines, and submachine guns
Iron looks back to Sands, whispering to her."What does that mean?"
Iron lets out "They will probably calm down if they do not find anyone to sting, then."
With that, Iron keeps his gaze on the boat, wondering what they'll do now.
It does seem to calm down after the passage of perhaps a minute with no further loud sounds. They start to stand up from their positions in cover. Though the light maintains an interest on the high points, it drifts down on a few occasions lower, though not yet as low as the waterline or seawall
Seeing their new patrol pattern makes Iron a bit more hopeful that they could slink on through the guards' gaze.
Donning on the equipment once more, he looks at the potential paths at his dispostal from the storm drain.
Iron can see a few, although admittedly only a few. The water before him becomes deep quickly, perhaps six or seven feet, and eventually dropping off further. To the right are some rocks that lead up to the land. To the left is an open walkway next to a seawall.
Further over, to the left, a few hundred meters away, is a small pier and a very small yacht. To the right, further away, is what looks like a factory that comes closer to the water, with a smaller concrete pier up against the water, and a narrower stretch of grass between the building and the seawall
Iron fixes his gaze, pointing Sands towards it, before glancing back at the boat, wondering if it's going the opposite direction.
They are sort of going the same direction, although the boat is basically holding position. She looks concerned
Humming softly, he ponders on how to divert their course, turning to Sands."Any ideas to drive away the boat?"
Sensing this'll mean the boat will essentially stay there until he manages to feign an actual sniper shot on the other side of the factory, he shakes his head before licking his lips, measuring the distance to jump.
He looks at Sands, wondering if she'd have objections to this course of action.
>>125471"It would still be to get out of the scene and into the Watering Hole,"
he responds "Do you think they may be waiting up there?"
Hearing Sands' words, Iron them proceeds to aim his body to the left of him."Alright, I will trust your advice,"
he responds, looking at the different trajectory he could take.
It’s basically a concrete pathway between the water and the seawall. It doesn’t extend all the way to the neighboring property - there are more rocks - but it goes a significant proportion of that distance. The most disturbing thing is that it is completely exposed with no cover unless iron changes his mind about not wanting to get wet. At least the grey seawall isn’t really that different in color from iron’s coat, of Sand’s snow white
After looking at it for a bit, Iron decides to nod and turns to Sands. "We will go that way, then,"
he concludes before hopping down to the leftmost pathway.
There is no stealth on that path. The one and in it way to remain undetected is to hope that nopony happens to catch them moving out of the corner of their eye, and look directly at them. At least the small waves and action of the water cover sounds
Breathing softly, Iron slowly walks the path with the baggage on him in the hopes of finally getting out of the police's gaze, into Cauldron's hooves and treated enough for him to rest up and be fine the next day.
“I’m… not going to risk it.”
She throws off her robe onto the ground, appearing almost naked besides a tie and the belt, carrying the rifles. She looks into the water, dips a hoof in
“If it weren’t for customs… there’s no way I’d ever get in water that cold.”
She moves more of her for legs, then more, then all four hooves are submerged. She goes in a little more and… slips into her side, falling into the water, thankfully without too much of a splash.”
Her head pops up, then she places it back down closer to the water”
“I’ll… I’ll swim alongside you”
>>125482>>125481[ 1d20 = 11 ]
Hmmm…. he could traverse at least the second half.
>>125484[ 1d20 = 2 ]
<Luck pls don't do dis
The sound of talking, and the light is definitely being lowered
Iron, afraid of being spotted, decides to slink downwards into the water to avoid being spotted.
Iron dives into the water, two feet at a time to reduce the splash.
Iron doesn’t entirely understand what Sands was complaining about, as the water is well above freezing. Still, it is very cold, at least as much as the water from the lake in his dream, and colder than all but the high mountain streams. It’s terrible color, being brown and opaque, not much visible past the first foot, and the silt-filled water has a disgusting smell of salt, dead plant matter, and a hint of petrol. Iron down few through what seems to be Sand’s tail. She has dived her head down
Breathing in deeply, Iron sinks his head just like Sands, waiting for that damn light to go away.
Brie thinks for a moment. "Danke Fultoni. Sie waren außerordentlich hilfreich. Eine letzte Frage. Mit Lang und … habe ich schon seinen Namen vergessen, mit ihnen tot, wer befehligt den Gendarm?"
Iron pulls down the briefcase under the water, and possibly his bathrobes bag as well>>125490
“Das sollte sein … Drohne zweihundert siebenundachtzig von Yaria und Lepitus, auch bekannt als Macrurus. Er sollte die Polizeistation sein.“
Iron also stops his movement until that blasted light goes away.
>>125493[ 1d20+10 = 15 ]
Iron pulls himself down, under the water as the light shines above. It sorts of hurts to keep his eyes open in the water, but necessary. Iron likewise pulls the bag down, under the water. He can feel movement, she the hair in his face pulls away. Sands is swimming forward
Seeing Sands go onwards makes Iron feel like he should, too, thinking the guards somehow saw him right there. Ergo he follows her.
Another swim roll
>>125497[ 1d20+10 = 23 ]
He moves forward some distance hard to tell how far
There is no light lighting up the water above Iron
Iron slowly but surely peeks his eyes out to survey the situation.
There is a light nearby in the water. He can’t tell what Sands is doing, but he thinks he sees her horn for a moment
He continues to swim with his eyes over the water, being sure to keep an eye out at light as he navigates along the concrete pathway in the water.
The light starts to move down
Iron sinks his head back down inside the water slowly, just in case, swimming along the concrete pathway still.
Iron is nearing what would be the end of the seawall. It’s still some ways to go before they get to the yacht and the pier. Sands seems to mostly stay underwater, though her horn pokes out of the water often. Once, she is seen sticking her muzzle up, and breathing. The bag and the briefcase are more than a bit of hinderance, popping up out of the water with Iron
Roll more se
>>125507I assume that last word is 'swim'[ 1d20+10 = 27 ]
Alright, Iron pulls the briefcase and the bag away, off the property. Iron now has an opportunity to hide behind obstacles - the back of a boat, wooden piers, and larger rocks near the shore
Iron chooses to hide under the wooden piers, knowing such a place should provide a decent amount of cover.
Sands pops up, under the pier, with a loud, sucking gasp
Her full head and wet mane are visible now
Iron slinks up the water up to the head, quickly inspecting if the boat was still nearby.
The cutter is a little further away now, both because Iron has moved further north, and because the boat had gone further south. But it’s still nearby, and it’s still hanging around
Iron turns to Sands. "Alright, I think we have lost them,"
hw whispers, now surveying the paths available. "Do you see any routes that might be feasible to walk on?"
She doesn’t exactly whisper
“No, but there’s bound to be stairs or a ramp somewhere”
Nodding, Iron starts to look for them.
Stairs, a little further down
Iron dogpaddles towards the stairs, intent on finally getting towards the Watering Hole.
“Careful, there will be police on the street as well
In front of iron, and somewhat to the left, is a two story building with an external walkway and a metal roof, looks like a set of shops. There is grass, disturbed ground, sand and a cart-trailer. There is another smaller rectangular building to the right, perhaps shops. All of the buildings are closed, with only a single light on outside the shops
Iron ponders as to which direction he should go in order to make progress in his quest to reach the Watering Hole.
Silver checks up on Khoi and Jubilosa.
To the left, he’s back on Hoebuck street towards 33 Hoebuck. To the right, the road eventually dead ends, but roads cut across the grid and links it to other streets
Iron opts to go to the right, looking for any streets that may lead him to his main objective, sticking to the shadows.
Khoi is moving around checking bodies. Jubilosa is sitting down, leaning her back against the wall and hanging her head
Before he crosses, there is still the matter of the road being closed down. Iron is barely a block away from the four police carts and a truck outside of 33 Hoebuck
Silver decides to go check up on Jubilosa first.
"Hey. Is everything alright?"
Iron stops and surveys the landscape for any viable distractions.
“Aside from the cult sacrifices, mass grave, evil sorcerer, getting stabbed, being exploded, being 5000 kilometers from home, the dark gods and representatives of multiple fascist governments? It’s fine. It’s fine”>>125528
Distractions are harder to come by. Across the street is a warehouse. On this side are a set of small commercial buildings, and row houses further down the street. It looks like a street does cross, a block or so up
Silver looks up at her.
"Would you like hug?"
Iron looks about for a small projectile to buck, looking at the furthest of the row houses.
She picks her head up, and looks at him
“Hugging strangers isn’t often done where I am from….”>>125531
Breaking windows further the right and north is possible, though that would bring police officers that are to the south of Iron even closer
Huffing in mild annoyance, he instead decides to look at the inside of the nearest shop to the right, wondering if they might be able to transport him along the street without being seen.
"Oh. I thought we had at least gone to acquintance stage…nevermind then."
The buildings are not uniform in shape or distance from the street. It looks like hugging closer to the buildings may make it harder to see him from the street
Sands leans in
“Iron? I don’t have the robe. I can’t hide the guns”>>125534
"Anyways, about your troubles…you will need some money, yes? For food, lodging, and eventually travel to Aquiliea?"
“Most likely, I think. Yes”
Silver nods, goes through his bags for a few seconds, and pulls out 500 Bits worth of notes for her.
Iron passes the rest of the towels, hoping they will do enough.
Silver seems a little upset at Jubilosa's claim of them being strangers, but he's trying to hide it behind a smile.
She is covered in towels. She looks up at him in acknowledgement of the pitiful sight. A pony on the streets at night, covered in bath towels. The outlines of the long guns can kind of be seen under the towels>>125538
“I don’t know if I can accept that much…” she says
He continues to hold it out for her.
"Please, I insist. It is least I could do to help you."
Figuring it'll have to do, Iron beckons Sands to move along the edges of the buildings, doing their best to look like dishelved hobos, since they've been drenching themselves in dirty, polluted water.
The griffin looks up, right at Silver with her yellow eyes, forms a wrinkled smile, seems to develop tears… then leans over, and hugs the pony>>125543
That, they are. It feels cold, and Sands complains
In both a caring gesture as well as to further sell the scene, he drapes a foreleg around her shoulders as they walk, hopefully giving Sands some heat through body contact as they exit the police scene.
Silver smiles, and hugs his griffon friend back."
For the second time that night, the griffin is hugged. This time, she cries into SIlver's floof, and not Khoi's>>125545
And so he does. He stumbles forward carrying a bag on a stick, a briefcase, covered in bandages, and with a leg over the unicorn's shoulder. Sands is covered in towels, and has the outlines of something big and long over her back. Both are soaking wet. It's past 1:00 AM, and they are roaming the streets, carefully hugging the right side of the road for several blocks, until, when it seems clear, they dash over to the right side, and down a road that cuts westward deeper into town
Huffing softly as his time is running out acording to himself, he tries to think possible ways to reach the Watering Hole in one piece with all his stuff.
Well… He has vague memories of when he walked to near here from Black Cauldron's apartment, and he kind of remembers the round about walk from the Eastside tavern
Probably a wisdom roll
>>125549[ 1d20+2 = 16 ]
He realizes he just has to walk to a certain street before he's on familiar territory, and he can keep walking thereafter
With the path set on his mind, Iron starts moving once more towards his goal before this drug leaves his body.
But does the suspicious looking pair get harassed by either criminal elements or the police? I need a pair of luck rolls
[ 1d20 = 1 ]
<Luck[ 1d20 = 6 ]
"Nochmals vielen Dank Fultoni"
Brie sets out to speak to this Macrurus.
>>125555Damn it, I missed the opportunity to shitpost on quads
Brie goes down the road, passing by Zu Lang's corpse and a pair of Gendarme drones scurrying forward. He goes up the hill to the town, where a pair of ponies, looks like a mare and a stallion, look over in curiosity at the scene before them. On the road a drone yells "Curfew begins soon, off the roads unless you have business" at ponies on the road, who trot about at pace. Going into the Police station, a couple drones rush in, as a earth pony mare secretary has a look of concern
As Sands and Iron walk through the neighborhoods, past drunken walkers, loud conversations in groups, dead-looking trees and and dimly lit streets, they turn the corner to see a patrolling stallion who, through Iron's limited interactions with the city, he can recognize as a police officer, in dark blue uniform and cap. They try to walk past him, but he stares at them, before turning around and speaking to them
"Where are you two off to?"
Iron blinks slowly, half-lidded eyes looking towards the officer.
"I was planning to go to the bar," he answers somewhat tiredly "after all the walking around I had to do."
The officer pulls out a baton, stretches it, and pokes the briefcase
“A briefcase and
a billet. And”
He looks over to Sands
Then back to Iron
“Now where are you coming from?”
"Hello again. I'm looking for Macrurus." Brie smiles disingenuously politely.
Iron blinks once more, sighing softly. "I am coming from…" he pauses, blinking tiredly before pointing at a random direction, as he isn't knowledgable of street names. "there?"
Iron proceeds to shake his head a bit. "We are trying to get by with what we can find, sir," he continues "we are covered in dirty water and it is freezing out here, I can have a drink after a good haul at the docks."
The mare is kind of confused, but says to Brie
"He - he should be upstairs right now. There is some sort of emergency">>125561
"'A good haul
,' you say? Because you have the briefcase of a business professional, the billet of a homeless person, you have a mare with you, and you're covered in seawater. All of that seems more than a little off to me. You didn't happen to, oh, I don't know, snatch that briefcase off a businessman and jump in the water to evade capture, did you?"
Brie opens his mouth to respond for a moment, but ends up staring slack-jawed at the secretary. He closes his mouth and begins heading up the stairs unceremoniously.
No one stops to question Brie in this moment, not for a lack of people present. A pony rushes past him down the stairs, A drone rushes upwards. It's whitewash walls, tile floors, and wooden stairs up to the second level, where a set of offices split off of a room. A room directly ahead has two drones rush into it, wearing field grey and white fur
"Beruhigen Sie sich" Brie says, continuing toward the most official looking room/office/whatever.
Iron shakes his head. "I have not," he answers truthfully "I found it floating on the water under the docks, finding nothing aside from a few papers that looked brownish. I had to get a little dirty in order to take it, which is why I am soaked."
He pauses slightly, glancing over at Sands to help out with his testimony before returning his gaze to the officer.[ 1d20+1 = 2 ]
Brie moves down the hall, and at the end finds an office with glass walls and blinds on a corner. It's definitely the biggest.
Inside is a big, wooden desk (no fancy veneer though), with a black leather chair, windows on two walls, filing cabinets and a big, white flag with some kind of black and green markings on it. But there is nocreature in this room>>125566
"Uh huh. I'm going to have to do a search for stolen goods or weapons. You're free to go if nothing is found."
Iron looks suspiciously at the 'officer', considering that being searched like that is justifiably a reason to protest.
"On what authority do you base your ability to 'search' ponies like it is your privilege?" he demands "How can I trust a random pony to look at my stuff and get away with taking the stuff I've found just because he is dressed in a particular way?"
He raises an eyebrow
“Hoof it over”
Brie takes a seat (in the obvious power chair) and waits.
Iron simply stares at the officer questioningly instead, untrusting of this 'officer' pony.
And he pulls the briefcase out of Iron’s muzzle >>125570
He may do so, but nothing happens at minimum for a few minutes
Oh yeah?[ 1d20+10 = 14 ]
|Rolled 16 + 3|
A drone rushes in, and pulls something off the desk in front of Brie. It takes a moment, but when he pulls away he slows down, and looks back at Brie
“Are you looking for Zu Lang?”>>125573
Iron doesn’t have ten strength. Maybe 7
The pony pulls back the on the briefcase, then Sabds yells
“Are you with the fascists?”
Irritated, he responds
Sands growls to Iron “stop it, you’ll piss him off”
Then she yells to him,
“Then who are you with?”
“Baltimare PD, what does it look like?”
|Rolled 4 + 7|
The stallion succeeds, and pulls away the Briefcase
"It'… we're with the Resistance"
He pulls away the briefcase, and looks back to White Sands
"There was a drop off of something. Information, we think, but we don't know what. We didn't open it. It was thrown in the water and we dove in to retrieve it. We were going to deliver it to the PON. Please don't mind my friend here. He's an Anarchist, if you didn't already know"
"No, I have him right here." He says gesturing to one of the heads. "I'm waiting for Marcrurus."
He looks concerned
"O….. Kay. He's in his office right now"
"And I'll need that file you just nabbed." He smiles disingenuously again.
He looks back at Brie
"Who are you
"I'm the bat that the Queen sent to put things right around here. And you
He stands up straight, and answers,
"Drohne Vier Zwei Drei Von Yaria und Lepitus"
"Sehr gut vier zwei drei, die Datei?"
Still standing straight, a green glow encapsulates the file, and brings it through the air closer to Brie
"Vielen Dank. Ich hätte es ignoriert, aber ich interessiere mich immer für Dinge, die andere schnell unter meinem Snoot herausholen."
He begins to look the file over.
He starts to move back, away and out of the room. But he stops, and stands there, still looking at Brie
The file concerns orders of Love acquisition from the areas of Haysabi and the Onibwe Nation. It looks like the area can substitute its love quota for a certain amount of Taconite above its Taconite Quota
Iron keeps quiet, still looking at the officer in moderate suspicion.
Brie closes the file and hands it over, while making a mental note of "Taconite?" and then resumes a only mildly irritated posture.
"Macrurus is in his office…"
He takes the file, and leaves the room, with a kind of uncertainty>>125589
The officer opens the Briefcase, and looks in
Sands: "We weren't sure who we could trust"
He looks through the documents in the Briefcase
"You don't want to help the Fascists, do you?"
He peers through more
Sands: "And that's it"
He closes the briefcase, and places it down on the ground, next to Iron
"Have a nice night"
He walks off
Brie sits in contemplation wondering not entirely but moderately, how long is this Macrurus going to make me wait?
Iron lets out a small breath once the officer got out of earshot before picking the bag up, looking appreciatedly at Sands before nodding at her, beckoning her to keep moving, lest they get stopped again for the night.
Brie is there, waiting longer. Longer and longer, several minutes. And several minutes more pass when a drone comes in,
"Someone said you were looking for me?">>125593Another dice roll…
"Ah yes. You must be Macrurus?"
Iron walks down a main thoroughfare, but finds it: The Watering Hole. Even well past 1 AM, it is still busy, though the patrons look even more drunk at this time>>125596
"Yes. Who are you?"
Breathing softly, he attempts to enter the establishment to find a table in order to lure Cauldron in.
"Brie Achtzig-Sechs. A pleasure. Congratulations on your promotion by the way." Cordially, Brie stands to greet the drone.
THE DICE GODS SHALL DECIDE TABLE AVAILABILITY AT A RESTAURANT >>125599
He offers a hoof to shake
He too, has an uncertain expression
It's pretty crowded, but there is a seat at the bar
"Alright…. we're here. Now what do we do?"
"We wait," Iron concludes, hoping Cauldron herself isn't too spooked off by the appearance of a sudden unicorn mare on his side.
It's hard to say how long passes, but the overworked bartender does not get to Iron before he hears
Brie accepts the hoof-shake, silently thinking 'ah, someone around here has manners'.
"I'm preparing a debrief for the Queen regarding the situation here. First and foremost, I would like to know if you have any pertinent information that you feel should be included. In particular I'm looking to address what preventative measures might have avoided this situation. For example, there are some drones who noticed changes in Lang and his associates, but seemed,… shall we say,… reluctant to make an issue out of it. Additionally, I'm interested in any compounds or substances that Lang may have come into contact with that may have caused his and their transformations."
Iron turns his head around to ensure it's the zebra he's looking for.
"Oh…" He starts to almost frown. "For preventative measures… communication occurs only between equals. Hierarchy is not conducive to honesty… Don't tell the queen I said that, though. As for where it came from… I'm assuming you're talking about what happened in the mine. We never figured it out. I think they suffered nerve damage that affected their shape-shifting from this paralysis poison the natives put on their arrows. But I would hardly be a surprise if it were something more directly supernatural, like a curse. The ponies can do that, at least we think some of them can, and we have no idea what the natives can do">>125605
Indeed it is, none other than the Zebra mare. She's larger than White Sands, and definitely more muscular and less…. skinny
"What happened to you?"
She looks him up and down
"You look pretty bad"
"Room. Now," Iron requests tiredly "Much to discuss."
"Upstairs or… do we need to go to my apartment? Do we have time?"
"Do not know," Iron responds, unsure himself how long he has "upstairs for now."
Brie waves his hoof at the mention of "Don't tell the Queen I said that", but thinks deeply as the drone continues.
"Appreciating that hierarchies have a necessary rigidity to their structure, are you saying there is no
room for potentially essential info to be offered by lower ranking drones? As for the rest, it seems fairly obvious that something
caused a very drastic and significant change in your former officers, and I have a hard time buying the story of curses or 'poison tipped' anything, especially given the testimony of the prisoner who was thoroughly,… interrogated. No, I think they found something, and their transformation was a consequence of that."
She trots off
"Alright, come along Iron."
She nudges through a crowd of ponies, going towards the wooden stairs. Ponies talk loudly and some song plays from what is more likely a radio than a live band, and the walls are a dark brown exposed wood. She walks upstairs, tries to open a door, notices it is locked, goes onto a second, opening it, and looking inside, slams it shut with a "sorry," then goes onto a third, which she opens and goes inside. There's a bed and a nightstand.
"What is it?" She says>>125611
"It's always in the best interest of anyling to tell a superior what they want to hear, rather than what is true, and that is all I will say about that. I don't think Zu Lang even fully understood what was happening to his own body, but he was dead set that any damage to equipment was caused by rebels, and would hear of nothing else. As for whether they found something… I cannot speak to that. They lead expeditions into the northern forests, through the forest that belonged to the old mining company and into Onibwe lands. We know it didn't go entirely well for them, and several drones were killed, and all three were injured. This happened in multiple encounters over at least a week, and we first noticed things were off after that. But that was not very long after they were assigned here. For all we know, their…. condition started before they were transferred here. The ponies think, or thought, that the creatures were forest demons. And many drones think the forest itself cursed them."
Iron places the briefcase and makeshift bindle on the floor, opening them up to reveal the massive haul he's got from the Hoebuck incident.
She looks down at it
"Iron… what's going on? And who the hell is she?"
*puts that away for later use*
Brie nods thoughtfully, having mixed feelings about Macrurus' response.
"I see. So what you're effectively telling me - and I say this without criticism - is that if measures are to be taken to attempt to avoid a situation such as this in the future, the orders will have to be ratified by your superiors. Is that accurate?"
"I got this from a bunch of crazy religious folk that worshipped something along the lines of a God of Death," Iron explains, displaying a hoof towards Sands "which enslaved all sorts of creatures like her into doing some sort of…" he trails off, hoping Sands would illustate Cauldron the troubles she went through
"If they are codified and reported, yes. If it's just a change in practice, then no"
"Noted. What records are there of the previous expeditions, the ones that met with injury, death, and catastrophe?"
She looks at him, with a look of thorough confusion
"What if they come back for revenge?">>125618
"Injuries and casualties are necessarily written down. They are probably in the file cabinets behind you. But really, I can't promise that much else would have been written down and reported"
"To be perfectly honest, I'm more interested in a geographical map than any other documentation." He says, looking at the file cabinets.
"Oh,… what's 'Taconite'?"
Iron shakes his head.
"Two of their leaders are dead, the last one is trapped in a shaft filled with dead slave corpses and the rest are being arrested en masse," he informs "thankfully I managed to get away before they found me hauling all this stuff."
"There's a big one in the conference room"
He looks at Brie almost strangely
"It's a low quality Iron ore. It's what we mine here">>125621
"Well… will anyone be looking for you?"
"Excellent. And the conference room is this way?" Brie says, heading out of the room.
"Probably not. I did not do much aside from bashing a few heads and maybe leave two dog-looking creatures that were enforcers to the slaver in a cage," he informs.
The native blinks tiredly before looking back at Cauldron. "…do you have a healing potion on you right now?" he asks
"Yes" Assuming Brie is headed to his right, down a hallway he hasn't been down before
"That room, right there."
Just a couple rooms down is a room with a massive wooden table, and wooden chairs (not fancier leather)
On the wall is a massive map, at least 10 feet wide and 6 feet tall
"That's pre-war, with some markings on it"
Brie is looking at a map of the Haysabi region. The town of Blackwood is a little south and west of the center, and is marked with the two pits of the mine. To the immediate north are some more marked ore bearing areas, but no mines north of the north pit. The town and mines are on a streak of hills, which continue south and west with more marked towns and mines. There is a rectangle on the map that takes up most of it, which excludes the western mines.
"That's the jurisdiction of the Gendarme here"
To the south is grassland and famrland, past a set of woods south of the town. To the east and especially north are many lakes. Dozens of individual lakes. A river runs through just west of center in a wavy shape, interlocking with many of the lakes and missing others. There is another town on the map within the rectangle, kind of south and east of center, named Defago, which is on teh river. To the north of Blackwood is another pit, a lake near by, and then miles and miles of forest. Dense forest. Going further north, there is a marking of "Onibwe Nation" which goes far north, further even that the massive, pink line on the map, the southern side of which is labelled "Equestria," and the Northern side labelled "Crystal Empire." The rectangle ends at this line. There is a railroad running through the rectangle diagonally, crossing the river and going through Blackwood. South of the Rectangle, and taking a turn east, the river meats up with another river around about Whinnyapolis, and the city of Riverside right across the otherside of a different river that runs across the bottom of the map. The railroad too, goes to this city, and on the opposite side of the map goes off with the mark "To the Crystal City."
Though there are some hills, these seem to be very low. There is little farmland within the jurisdiction, and no mountains>>125624
She shakes her head
"On me? Right now? No"
Iron blinks tiredly before looking at all the things on the floor. "Is there a way to carry all this stuff back to your apartment in order to sell it off later? Maybe keep it here while I stay in here for a day or two?"
She looks down at what Iron has taken
"That's… that's quite a haul you got there. You might be able to stay in this room. Normally the owner only lets creatures rent it out for an hour, but I have privileges here. I think I could find a way to hide it and take it to my apartment, yes"
Iron nods. "If you could haul it off there, I would be grateful," he answers before blinking once tiredly, looking at the bed "the mare can stay with me, considering she does not have anywhere else to go, unless you got a better idea."
She twists her lips a bit
"Maybe she needs a shelter?"
Iron cocks his head, confused. "This place is a shelter," he answers before looking around in case his eyes were failing him.
"Okay…. Who is she exactly, and why are you leading her here?"
"This is Sands," he answers "a unicorn mare that previously was a slave to the now wiped out cult." He pauses, blinking softly "I lead her here because firstly, she helped me take some metal powder shooters that could be useful for either selling or your use," the native explains as he beckons Sands to display dem gunz "and secondly, she may prove useful for our… future venture, if you know what I mean."
"I see" She looks at Sands
Sands pulls off the towels, and shows the two surviving rifles
"Oh, you got guns?"
Iron nods some more, confirming her statement.
"Well… sounds like you had one hell of a night…" She says
Iron nods some more. "It was quite the heart booster," he joked with a strained smile, still hurt from all the activities before walking towards her and gives her a nice, little hug with a foreleg.
The zebra smiles, and hugs him back
After holding it for a couple of seconds and the slightest nuzzling, he breaks the hug with a content smile. "Heh, I must have lost quite a lot of blood to be hugging you without warning."
She smiles with a squiggly expression
"Do you need a medical doctor?"
Iron simply nods again.
"Alright… do I have to take you to that one doctor again?"
Iron nods again before humming softly. "But I want to ensure the stuff is secured first, so I can wait."
"Well…. Maybe we could keep in here? We may want a chest, or something"
Iron nods again. "Specially big enough for those long explodey tubes," he comments.
"Oh… Let's just put it under the bed for now, lock the door"
Iron cranes his neck in mild distrust. "I do not know, I would hate this place gets raided by the police again like 4 moons ago."
"That is always the risk, yes. But if it stays here, that risk will remain"
Iron hums softly before shaking his head.
"All of this is going towards and be stored in your apartment first," he explains "then I can safely get treatment.'
"All… Alright. Better go, then"
With a nod, he puts on all the stuff back on, as well as aid Sands with the towels to cover her up.
"Let us not waste time, then," he proclaims before heading out with all
of the stuffs.
She still looks very weird, covered in those towels
"Alright. Keep it all low. Follow me"
They go down stairs, through the crowd of ponies and diamond dogs, and to the street
"It'll be much quicker if we take a taxi. Less likely to be searched as well
It takes a minute or so, but she manages to hail one, which pulls over
"Alright, put it in"
She speaks to the driver
"Just a few items here… please don't mind the water, I'll give you an extra tip"
Iron puts the stuff in, as instructed.
"Please, don't mind it"But who does Iron sit by?
Humming softly at the conundrum in store, Iron decides to…sit by Cauldron
"Here you go, little one. You can sit upfront"
The driver stares at Cauldron
"We'll pay extra, they couldn't help getting wet"
As Iron gets in, she gets in next to him.
"Just take me to the corner of Chesterfield and Chincoteague"
She smiles to him
Iron can't help but sheepishly smile back with a little blush on his face as the ride starts.
It's a bit of a ride as she places her hoof down on the seat next to him. Iron has ridden in one of these things before, but they are driven with reckless abandon, with more speed and acceleration than he'd really like, and more than one sudden stop to not hit pedestrians crossing the street.
The vehicle arrives at the corner as they get out and Cauldron gives the order "follow me"
A block or so to an apartment building, going through the front door and up a flight to where Cauldron's apartment is. She unlocks the door, and lets the ponies inside
Iron needs to resist the urge to jump on the couch and have a long, restful nap, shaking his head as he looks for a suitable place to leave the stuffs.
"Even in my apartment, it's best that it be hidden. Let me take these to a closet"
With a nod, Iron passes all of the stuffs to her, beckoning Sands to do so as well.
She takes it, and goes to the back. Sands likewise takes off the towels, and hoofs over the guns
Iron huffs before leaning over to Sands, rubbing coats with her slightly, while whispering to her. "Hey, where do you want to sleep for the night?"
She smiles back at him, deviously"Next to you, of course"
Their wet fur rubs
Iron can't help but blush lightly, smiling. "Oh yeah?"
he asks, mischievously looking at her "Even if I go as far as sleeping on the grass?"
She frowns a little"Can't we get like a hotel room or something? Like a nice one?"
Iron can't help but chuckle at the answer before nuzzling her on the neck."Sure thing, Sands,"
he agrees "I definitely can spare some coin for it."
She is nuzzled, and she nuzzles him back"Is this that Zebra you told me about? The one you thought you had to try to date?"
Iron nods."She is the zebra, yes,"
he answers "took me in, showed me the ropes and all that."
He proceeds to gently kiss the nape of her neck before continuing. "You are not going to act jealous knowing that, right?"
Iron can't help but smile at her slowly rising competitive nature before shaking his head. "Now all I need is a little checkup to ensure I do not fall over alseep forever and wash off this nasty smelling water," he explains to her "not to mention yours as well."
Black Cauldron comes into the room
"Barring an official police search, or the secret police, these things should be fine. You say you need a doctor?"
Turning to Cauldron, coats brushing with Sands, he nods in the affirmative.
"Well… Time to take you to the vet"
Iron nods again, obviously enthusiastic about the visit to finally relaxing without the threat of dying in his sleep. "Lead the way," he proclaims.
The ponies travel down the street, assuming Iron doesn't start feeling dizzy, util they get to he back door of a building. Cauldron knocks on it, and a yellowish unicorn stallion opens the door
"My friend needs help"
"You again?" The stallion looks at Iron. "I'm getting Deja Vu"
He welcomes Iron inside, to a room with a table, a picture of the internal anatomy of a dog on the wall, and a few sinks and Cabinets
"Alright, let me just do some tests here…"
Nodding, Iron lets the stallion do the testings, eyes heavy.
"Alright, let me check your heart rate… Damn, that's high. And blood pressure… pretty low, not a good sign. And your pupils…. are way too large. Looks like you've already had some medical care here. Alright… Let me see if I can find blood. Is anypony here an elligible donor"
"I'm not sure we would match, given our different…. ethnic backgrounds"
"I…. I can't really give blood"
He then says
"Alright, let me just stake a sample"
He picks Iron with a needle
"And let me acquire a matching batch"
Iron looks like he didn't even felt the sting from the needle, still looking aimlessly forwards.
He leaves for maybe five minutes. Not terribly long at all, considering that he just went and found a half liter of pony blood
"Alright, let's place in the IV"
He does so
"And… You're high right now, aren't you? Well let's take those bandages off any seal these wounds"
He cuts some bandages off with scissors, looks at wounds, and covering areas in iodine and sewing stitches.
"Tell me if you feel too much pain, we have anesthetics."
He disinfects, stitches, and tries to replace lost blood, before bandaging Iron and adding a splint on one leg that makes it awkward to walk, or so it likely would when Iron tests it
"Alright, not too much pressure on your left foreleg, or your third left rib, or your back on the right side just three inches above your midsection. I don't know what you did, but it looks like you got hurt very badly, and it also looks like you've had pretty extensive treatment before you came here"
He looks to Cauldron
"And the money"
She counts out bills, and starts to pay him
Iron's face contorts into one of mild guilt at seeing Cauldron pay the doctor the bills, trying his best to look at the expenses.
She looks back to him with a definite "You owe me" expression, and he can be sure he will know
"Alright, that should be all"
Iron nods weakily, rubbing his crest in mild discomfort at the look, but ultimately isn't worried as his haul will be more than enough to cover it.
He trots over to Cauldron, hoping she'd recite the number she had to pay.
"150 Bits" She says. The stallion says to Iron,
"Oh, and uh, drink this" He offers him a vial
Nodding, Iron drinks the whole vial in one gulp.
(Thank goodness the number sounds low,) he thinks to himself, considering he had that kind of money already.
"Alright…. Where to now?"
Iron hums softly, wondering what to do next. "For now, I need to ensure Sands has a place to sleep for the time being," he explains "and considering how heavy I feel currently, I might have to stay at the same place, too."
"Oh… Alright" she says
"I'll…. see you tomorrow?"
Iron nods before hugging the zebra tightly once more. "Thank you, Cauldron," he says heartily, lightly squeezing her "It means a lot."
She is squeezed. Not the softest pony…. creature he's squeezed today, but she hugs back
"I'll see you tomorrow"
With a final, gentle nuzzle for Cauldron, Iron lets go and beckons Sands to follow him, wondering where he could find this 'hoh-tell'.
And now, to find one
Iron hums softly, having adjusted his belt back to his waist. Perhaps there's somepony that could heed said call.
Silver is always there for his friends, and as for Jubilosa…
"I am glad to count you among my friends."
She's silent for a moment, then wraps her forelegs and claws around him
"I guess… I' glad to have met you tonight as well. For several reasons"
The unicorn pats her back, and gives her a friendly squeeze.
"Whatever it is you decide to do when you arrive in Aquiliea, whenever you do go, I wish you best of luck."
He pulls back enough to look at his griffon friend.
"What is it you were hoping to do in Aquiliea? You know, work, schooling, otherwise?"
"I didn't really know, to be honest. I figured that as I had worked as a Typist, I could do the same in Aquellia. Either in the city of Aquellia itself, or one of the other big cities. Or I could be a secretary. Or I could be a courier again. I suppose there are lots of things I could do. I guess I could go to school? I hadn't really thought of that."
"I do not know much about Aquiliea, but from what I have heard, it sounds like nice place."
"I've heard there are beautiful museums, theaters and wide streets with cafes and fancy townhouses. But most importantly of all, there is a Republic there, free from Imperial rule and valuing liberty and equality."
"Maybe someday when I retire from all of this, I will make visit to Aquiliea, if they will accept some old Severyanan stallion to see what they have to offer."
"Maybe. When the War is over…"
She sighs, and looks down a little
He puts a hoof underneath her beak, and lifts her head to look in his eyes.
end, my friend. No war lasts forever, not even this one. There will be peace."
With a bit of surprise at the touch, her eyes go wide before focusing in on Silver
"I just hope it's a good peace…"
Silver smiles at his griffon friend.
"With people like you at its helm, it will be."
She smiles back at him. Then her eyes go past him, and to the scene in the Sanctuary, with Johann and Undertoe trying to keep the cultists in place, and Khoi trying to tend to the sacrifices
"Well… I guess we took a step in that direction tonight? Heheheh…" she laughs nervously
Silver looks back to the scene which Jubilosa is looking at.
"If we all do our part to make those small steps, we will get there."
He returns to smiling at her.
"I trust in your talons and paws to make them."
"I had hoped I could stay away from the action. I did not fight when my home was invaded. I did not participate in the resistance after. I could have, but I didn't. Only tonight did I really do
anything. I did it to prove to all of you that a Griffin could
fight for good. You-"
At this last part she breaks eye contact, before returning her eyes to say the last line
"And to prove to myself"
Silver smiles just a bit wider.
"You did not have to prove it to me, but if you did, you absolutely succeeded. I hope you feel same."
She smiles again. It's a smile that's pulled a bit upwards, as if she is on the verge of tears
"You were… pretty impressive, yes. One of those Equestrian ponies I had heard of. I just had never seen one"
Silver lets out a friendly little laugh.
"I meant that you proved it to yourself, but I am very glad I could show you what we could be. If Sicameon is filled with griffons like you, it must be very nice place, indeed."
"Oh" She pulls her head away looking over to the right and down, smiles in a manner like a wince, and looks away
And after a moment
"It is nice. Carefree Griffins who tend to their own parishes, and rolling hills and mountains, with green pastures and fields of tomatoes"
She then looks
He gives his griffon friend a friendly squeeze.
"I am sorry, I did not want to make you upset."
>>125714That was supposed to mean embarrassmentAlso, that was supposed to say that she looks back to Silver before she talks about Sicameon
"No, you didn't" looking away
He looks back up to the griffon.
"If you are not leaving immediately for Aquiliea tomorrow, it would be nice to get to know you better in more peaceful situation."
"I have to wonder if getting to Aquellia is even possible, especially after how my last attempt turned out"
She looks back up to Silver, with a smile starting to form
"I suppose I could get to know you, yes. You seem nice enough, and I can't say I know very many creatures in this town"
Silver smiles like a colt being told that school's been cancelled due to snow.
She smiles back
"Did you… say you could help me find a place to stay?"
Silver nods, and continues to smile at her.
"I believe I did. I think I can still manage it, for you."
"Thank you" She says
He givers her one last squeeze, then releases her.
"Just little bit further. I am going to check up on Khoi since I have not done so yet, then I will be back."
She has become somewhat acclimated to Silver's hugs and touching, not flinching or resisting
"Alright. She a good gri-creature"
"That she is, like you."
He waves goodbye to her for the moment, then goes over to Khoi.
She is hovering over the Stallion, who is moving about, looking sort of like a colt thrashing about in a dream
"Will he be alright?"
"I…. I think so. His bones are broken though. Not just broken. Severed"
"Poor colt…I hope ambulance gets here soon. As excellent healer you are, this is far beyond any of us with what we have."
"Yes. I had very limited experience in medicine, when I was conscripted by the King's forces to be a part of the triage for the fighting outside Cửa Sông…" She's silent for a moment, and then a moment more, as if frozen in place
"But no, I am no medic. Still though, that Knight did good in sewing him up"
Silver looks back to look at the stitches she gave him earlier.
"I would say you are quite skilled, myself."
She smiles, with a "heh" of a laugh
"Still, I am not good enough…"
The unicorn looks over at the kirin.
"Do not do that to yourself. You did everything you could with what you had, and considering how little we did have, you did lot."
"I was thinking of Cửa Sông…" she answers in a hollow tone, looking past Silver to the far end of the Sanctuary. Then she snaps back, and looks to him
"But these two will make it, I think. And so will you"
Silver smiles, and looks to his own wounds.
"What, this? I have had worse. Can not feel thing from them, in fact."
She smiles back to him
"You must be an old warrior. Very seasoned"
Silver nods, and uses his magic to move aside some of his fur to show some scarring underneath.
"Fifty years of experience. My sword and I have been together for very long time."
She hovers her split hoof over the fur, though of course she does not touch it
"You fight as a career?" She looks right at him with almost the curiosity of a child. "Are you a Youxia?"
Silver tilts his head slightly.
"What is Youxia? I am not familiar with term."
>>125739KekAlso, I haven't seen a UAE flag in a while>>125738
"Knights who roam around, doing good deeds and fighting for good. Not tied to a Theme or Province, sometimes not even to a King"
Her description seems to make Silver infatuated with the idea.
He sighs to himself, looking forward.
"I wish I was. It is part of reason why I choose to go out and adventure in first place, but after trouble finding enough money to live on when I was young, it took more form of mercenary work, and it became more about money than doing good…I think, however, I would like to follow that ideal from now on, while this old pony still has strength inside him. Being Youxia sounds nice.">>125739Kek. Bit by bit…
She continues looking up at him, blinking and tilting her head
"Mercenary work? Huh. That was not common in Ngua. Still, my grandfather was in the King's Army during the war of independence. My great uncle too. He died in it. But to fight for good itself… That is better than for a king or for money. Or out of necessity…"
Silver nods at her last sentiment.
"Do you still have purse of Bits I gave you when we rescued you?"
She turns back, and with a glow of magenta magic, pulls out the purse
With his own blue magic glow, he holds out a stack of 500 Bits in notes for her.
"I have some more to add to purse."
But she pushes it back
"Still, I am not sure I can accept"
He continues to hold it out.
"Please, I insist. It is not as if I was putting it to good use, anyways."
She takes it back
"If you insist"
She looks at the pouch
"I will likely need it…."
Silver nods, and smiles at her.
"If you ever need help, you can always come to me. Oh, and I have place you can stay, too, at Eastside Tavern."
She opens her mouth in a smile, and breaths in in excitement
"You have a place for me to stay as well?"
Silver nods again.
"That I do."
"I…" She seems pretty excited
"I thank you"
She breathes out, but contains her excitement, and does a small bow
Alright, after analyzing the map and determining where the specific mining site that the trouble (deaths and mutations) occurred, Brie is going to GO TO FUCKING SLEEP (he's at 4 hp btw).
Not a terrible choice
Brie is escorted to a building that used to be an inn, a two story wodden frame building with overhang and grape purple carpet. Th rooms don't have radios, but you can't always expect the best possible comfort. Other rooms in the end likewise have Changeling drones, one of whom has a pony mare, half of whom are not wearing uniforms, and a largely overlapping half are buzzed though not yet drunk. Macrurus sends out frantically for a telegram - only to be none to pleased by the response and in a state of anxiety. Brie's dogs follow him into the streets, where a singular colt goes up to try to pet him, before being barked off. Another comes into the hotel, awkwardly creating a physical obstacle to movement in the hallways, resulting in a drone having a tight squeeze
What is the preferred wake up time? (I mean, night or morning? The current time is still early, before sundown)
I would have been content to sleep in the fancy cart, but if they're buying, I'll do it.
With the short sword under the pillow.
However long will be a full enough rest to restore most/all his HP. I need to kill something.
Night fall or daylight preferred?
Brie wakes up in the bed (assuming he sleeps in beds), having neither been stabbed nor bleeding out in his sleep, nor with lucid dreams of murder (only the non-lucid kind).
The only light from our side comes from a single street lamp
Silver bows back. He's open to a hug, if Khoi wanted one.
She doesn’t come up to hug him, but stands awkwardly across from him with a similarly awkward smile
In that case, Silver hugs her first.
Her expression turns to surprise as she is hugged. A bit floofy on the chest, scaly on the back, and strangely dense feel overall. She places her muzzle over his shoulder, and her forelegs around his back, hugging him in return
Floof gives her a squeeze.
"I have not hugged kirin before today. Is nice feeling."
There is an “uck” sound as air is squeezed out of her. After a moment, she says “I have never been hugged by a pony before”
"Is it nice feeling?"
“It is nice feeling”
She hugs him more
"I am glad."
The floofy unicorn happily continues to hug his kirin friend.
>>125769The Kirin is hugged
Her squeeze isn't quite as strong
He continues hugging for a few seconds more, before loosening his grip and looking back to the door.
"It has been while since Blue left…I wonder if she made it okay."
At least some time has passed. The absence of gunfire can be taken as a good sign
He returns his attention to Khoi.
"It sounded like Iron took interest in you, huh?"
She tilts her head
"Huh? Oh. Yes. He offered work, I do not know what"
"I do not know exactly all he does, but if you ever think you might need help, you can come to me to ask."
"Do you…. do anything besides fighting?"
"Plenty of things. Just as example, I know my way around forges. I apprenticed under my father as colt, and he was weaponsmith. I also know how to cook. I think I am rather good at it, too."
"Huh" She is silent for a moment
"That is good. My father tried to get me to cook"
"I was… 'okay'"
The unicorn smiles.
"Cooking can be fun. Best part is that you get to eat afterward."
The Edge pony does a thing
From behind, a sound of loud hoof steps up the stairwell, then the clatter of hooves in the antechamber
A grey unicorn mare shoots out in blue uniform, oval cap, and caring a revolver, aiming it at the creatures in the sanctuary
"Batlimare PD! Put your hooves, horns, claws and paws where I can see them!
Immediately behind her comes a Pegasus stallion with a carbine that he grasps with one hoof and keeps to his shoulder with a strap
"Aye! This is Customs! Now don't move"
Silver lets out a sigh of relief, and looks over to the police.
"Thank Celestia, you finally arrived. Ones you are looking for are over there."
He motions to the collection of cultists they captured.
"Finally some back up, you're a little late though."
Dark Star (Zekker) says confidently
The mare comes in, ad looks to both
"Who are you? No one move until the police have secured the area"
The Stallion looks around
"Well bugger me, the fuck happened here?"
"Im with the party. let me show you my badge."
He produces his badge for them
"We were contracted by Baltimare government to put end to trafficking operation here. Turns out there was also Maarist cult here, as well. You are looking at aftermath of battle. Are any medics with you? There is pony and deer they were going to sacrifice that need to be brought to hospital as soon as possible."
A familiar griffin - Blue Skies - appears behind the two, as well as more than one new pony. The mare rushes towards the standing ponies - the party as well as the cultists, while the stallion looks around in horror at the burnt pews, the bodies, and the two sliced open creatures on the altar
When Dark Star mentions he is with the 'party,' the mare responds with a near disgust
"Is this Blackhooves"
The Stallion has an "I told you sow" inflection in his voice
"I told'ya it was one of ours"
The mare responds to Silver
"Baltimare government? Police?" she then shakes her head
"Yes. We have medics"
She turns back to one of her officers
"Get a medic! Now!"
Dark Star returns her disgust
"Yes, i am with the Blackhooves"
Silver slowly stands up, letting out a grunt as he does so. Despite the fact that he can barely feel his injuries, he's still got some old bones.
"It is not Black Hooves operation, as far as I know."
"What is going on here?"
The Stallion asks
"Cults? What? You get in a scuffle with trafficke's or is this some secret operation here?"
The stallion asks,
"How did this happen?"
"It's a Long Story."
Silver nods in agreement with Dark Star.
"Well the Griffin said this is an R&M undercover operation, that means we have jurisdiction"
"Firearms discharged in city limits is a matter for the police… and so is murder"
Then she looks back to the cultists and the party
"Everyone, put your weapons down"
There are those wavy daggers littering the floor, thrown away long before the police got there
A white uniformed pony, then a second one, runs in
"Who needs medical help?
Khoi points to the two sacrifices, and a cultist says "they need medical help too!" pointing to some cultists injured in the battle
"That is correct. This Was an R&M Op."
Dark Star motions at the Sacrifices
Silver doesn't release his weapons.
"I am afraid we can not give up our weapons. We are working for Baltimare government, and require them to perform our jobs."
Undertoe pulls away, behind Silver and away from the cultists. Johann comes forward, and tipping his fedora with his claw, says
"Johann Lictshild of the Griffonian Imperial Inquisition. I believe some of those concerned here are Imperial citizens
"Oh great, someone else claiming jurisdiction"
"You heard the zebra! This is R&M's operation. Everyone else is back up"
"Who contracted you?" The Mare says
"And why are there Blackhooves? Is this weapons trafficking? What is this about a cult?"
"Im Actually a Pony."
"Ah Johann,How are you?"
"Still hungry, but much better than I was. And much better than these cultists will be" He points down to Boek "or their leader is"
Johann still has his Mannilicher out, though pointed at the ground, to the police mare's chagrin
Silver motions to Dark Star.
"We were contracted by him for this mission, and he was contracted by government."
He looks over to Dark Star for him to fill out more details.
Dark Star kicks boek's corpse and spits on it
"It was creature trafficking. Traffickers here were allied with group of Maarist cultists, sacrificing various people to their god, like they were going to do to that pony and deer."
A medic remarks
"Look like they've been sedated and sewn up. And these ribs have been sawed through…"
Johann smiles and nods at Dark Star, and now Blue Skies comes over to Dark Star
"They almost shot me when I came outside, and spent five minutes arguing over jurisdiction without resolving it. They didn't believe me when I said there was a cult">>125804>>125803
The mare seems to give in
"Alright, everypony… creature who isn't contracted by the government, you're detained for the moment"
She points over to Khoi and Jubilosa"
"Sacrifices..?" She looks disturbed
"Indeed. A cult"
"Im glad you are ok."
He Hugs her
She is squeezes, and smiles back - as best as she can with a beak - "And I'm glad we lived through it"
Silver looks to Khoi and Jubilosa.
"They are with us."
"I Told you we would"
"Really? They are not a part of the criminal conspiracy here?"
Silver nods, and smiles at them.
"They fought on our side. We could not have done it without them."
She rubs up against him
The police mare goes up to the cultist
"Alright, you are detained under suspicion of engaging in organized criminal activity, until further notice"
Three police come in. She tells them:
One yells out "hey!" and tries to struggle, he is thrown to the ground and hit with a baton, before being piled on by a stallion
The stallion says:
"So youse try to take on the criminal enterprise of Storm Feather Maakie?"
"More than try. We took him down personally."
The mare interjects:
"He's been on the run for years"
Then a medic says
"This stallion here… is Sweet Boek"
The mare says:
"Why is she dead?"
"I Could use a drink after all that."
"We just need some statements"
"There are Griffonian citizens downstairs-"
Stallion interjects: "We know, we saw 'e, downstaihs'"
Joahann continues "I have to ensure they are repatriated"
"What would you like to know?"
"Why one of Baltimare's wealthier citizens is dead on the floor, why there were gunshots, and why there are another 11…" looking over to a medic "Make that 12, dead on the floor"
"Sweet Boek was leader of this chapter of Maarist cultists. He was commanding these cultists to kill us, casting offensive magic at us such as fireballs, and even using necromancy to bring fallen cultists back to life. He was going to sacrifice us, if he had chance."
She looks at him, and blinks
"Just who should we not
"That Griff was a cultist."
Silver points to himself, Dark Star, Midnight, Jubilosa, Khoi, Undertoe, Blue Skies, and Johann.
"These here. There are also two locals who we rescued here, one colt and one white-coated mare. There is also one male gnoll who is with us, somewhere in building."
>>125823Boek is a Unicorn
Her eyes are half closed
"…. Very well then">>125824Is Meadows included in that?
"Gnolls? We'll have to look out for them"
The Stallion steps forward
"And do they have legal status in the Baltimare Autonomy?"
The same question goes for Dark Star:
"Do they [the rescued creatures] have legal status in the Baltimare Autonomy?"
"Relax,The Gnoll is tame. and the colt and mare helped us out. they were also tricked into coming here just to be sold into slavery. boek was running quite the slave ring as well. they should be granted asylum."
"Well I don't know if the governor would allow 'asylum,' but I suppose you an petition the Governah"
"And what happens to them in the mean time?"
"If you'll sign for 'em, they won't need to be detained"
"They would be willing to cooperate fully with law enforcement in this matter in exchange for asylum. Their testimony would be invaluable in finding those associated with these traffickers or these cultists. We would be more than willing to sign for them in meantime."
"And the Pony that Signs will be responsible for them,correct?"
He looks at the Silver Stallion for a moment
"Alrigh'. Check in with us tomorrow, if you know where our headquarters is. There should be a bounty in it for you to collect, once we got everything counted"
Dark Stars ears twitch
"Yeah. For stoppen' creature traffickahs, and for each illegal alien taken alive"
"Very nice."what org is this guy with again?
"Say,Who did you say you were with again? My Head Got a little scrambled in that fight."
"No harm in repeating myself, I reckon. I'm with the Revenue and Migration Service; R&M"
"Alright. I am not so familiar with Baltimare, I am afraid."
He pulls his map of Baltimare out.
"Could you point it out me?"
"Ah sorry,my name is dark Star."
Dark Star Extends his hoof for a hoof shake
He goes up to it, and places a hoof on a spot slightly left of center
"We're in the 'ole Celestial Gulf Insurance Building in downtown. Corner of Fourth' and Mane">>125845
"Well hello to you too! My name is Parade Pass. You already heard who I'm with"
Silver nods and smiles at him as he puts the map away again.
Silver is essentially free to go, and to take which ever creatures with him he likes
"im A Deputy with the Blackhooves."
"What drew you to ta' them?" He asks
"Well, the desire to help my fellow ponies,was a big motivator. as well as my brother telling me about them and their ideology when they were still on their continent"
"I see… Well, they have a reputation for arresting people in the night. Or their police branch doesn't, anyways. Me, I joined R&M back when they mostly handled immigration back in the Metropolitian. Guess they arest people in the middle of the night too, if you're a griffin. Worked out pretty well for me, since it keeps me from being drafted."
"By People do you mean Communists?"
"Communists, Draft Doggers, Nationalists of subject creatures, People who speak ill of the war…"
"Where are you From,my friend?"
"Small town town outside a' Hoovesplain. On a ranch"
"A ranch huh? i had a similar up bringing my family owned a farm just outside baltimare."
He adjusts his stance to lock one leg and relax another
"We had sheep. How 'bout you?"
Silver whispers in Dark Star's ear."I forgot to tell you, we shoved Maakie down garbage chute. If you want us to do something else with, it is up to you."
"We Grew Wheat,Carrots,Apples. We had a Old Dairy Cow.But no i don't remember ever seeing any sheep."
"Ah, nice. We didn't have quite the climate for Apples down there. Grew some alfalfa though"
"Ah Alfalfa is a very respectable crop. Im sorry will you excuse us one moment? my Teammate had something he wished to discuss.">>125859
"No worries, mate"
Silver can't help but smile a little.
"It is your call. We can also try to gather everyone when you are ready to leave. We can head to Tavern for some much-needed drinks."
"have you seen mala? im sure he would like to know."
"He is somewhere here, we will have to look for him."
"I'll Take care of all the paperwork. see if you can find him.">>125864
"Hey there, what was it i needed to sign again?"
Nothing like a friendly discussion of agriculture in front of dismembered bodies>>125862
Silver nods, and begins to look around the building for Mala.
Inshalah my brother.
The stallion searches through his saddle bag
"A release form. Let me make one here">>125870
Going downstairs one flight, Silver can see that a Zebra is missing from the center of the hall. There is only a partial trail of blood, leading in the direction of the Infirmary and the publishing center
Silver follows the trail.
"Alright,my friend. take your time."
It's not a consistent trail, picking up at points, but continuing sometimes later. Nothing in the printing room, but blood in the Infirmary in a small streak that goes towards the surgical room. Openning the door, Silver can see - on the surgical table, as if to make it look like the zebra was being harvested for organs - a terrible site. It's something like a cross between a deer torn apart by wolves, the sacrifices he saw earlier, and an autopsy. The Zebra is on his back, has been cut open, and is missing several interanal organs - liver and heart - with flesh around the legs, shoulders, and ribs. Hide is peeled back, cut back, or just missing>>125874
He pulls out a note book
"Just gotta put your name, your signature, and the names of all the creatures. If their names ain't on here, they could be at risk of being picked up and deported. At the bottom, write that you ledge to look after them, report back to us, and will petition the governor for relief"
"…well, that works to disguise it, I suppose."
Silver is a little disgusted by the sight.
A door pops open, and a red, black and brown muzzle sticks out, followed by a head
"Oh good. That is your voice"
Mala slinks out. He wears his saddle bag stuffed with a blanket. His belly is noticeably distended, and he has blood around his muzzle and neck
"Seems easy enough."
He takes the pen and starts writing.
Silver points to his muzzle and neck, when he sees Mala's state.
"You have little 'something' in that area."
It's kind of tedious, as paperwork so often is. Especially so, where Dark Star has to write out every part on a blank note paper
"Alright, write down their names… The promise… 'I promise to take care of them…'"
After some time - several minutes - it is eventually done.
Does Dark Star write all of the names, or specific ones?>>125879
"I know…" He gets out, leans up next to a sink, grabs a hand towel, turns the water, wets it, and cleans himself
"I wasn't done though…."
"Apologies, my friend, but we are getting ready to leave."
Dark Star thinks on it for a second…He then writes all the names down.
"Can I cut some pieces to go, quickly?… It's such a waste, I think. This one alone could yield one hundred pounds if you just took the prime parts. And every part is edible. To a gnoll, it is. Every part except the hair and the intestine contents, and even then those are occasionally eaten. And then there are dozens of dead…">>125882
It is all written down, and then turned over to Parade Pass
"Alright. Wee'll still want statements from 'ya later, but so long as you have your badge and she" he points to Blue Skies " has that dossier, we can let you go for the night"
Silver looks back at the zebra, and lets out a small sigh.
"Alright, go ahead."
"Thank you my friend. If you ever need anything let me know."
He shakes hoofs with him and then leaves to find silver and mala,with blue skies
He takes a wavy dagger, and slices off pieces of flesh, then more flesh, then more, as well a couple internal organs
"Unless I can take parts of the other Zebra out there…"
He puts pieces on some kind of wrapping paper, and places raw Zebra flesh into his bag
He looks back to Silver
"They are not going to search me, will they? Will they take my sword? What will happen to me? Will they arrest me?"
Blue Skies follows behind him
He doesn't know where they went
Hmmmm does he see any signs?
He pets his gnoll friend as he trots out of the infirmiry with him.
"It will be fine. We talked with Customs, they know you are with us. Nothing will happen to you."
One Zebra on the ground wher ethere were two before, and a brief blood trial in the direction of the Infirmary and printing room>>125888Gnoll is pet
Mala quickly cuts down a zebra leg where the hide has already been cut and peeled back. He cuts deep, down to the bone, scraping it, and cuts off a long piece of muscle, places it in his mouth, bites it in half, and swallows, before frantically cutting off another very large piece and swallowing it as well. He must have removed 10 pounds of Zebra meat, a number of steaks worth in big chunks, in front of Silver
He follows Silver, with loaded bags>>125888>>125887
Silver trots out with Mala, who is carrying a saddle bag and is covered in a blanket
He looks down longingly at the remaining zebra corpse>>125889Kek, I know right? It's like none of it phases him
"I found Mala. Are others still upstairs?"
"Good,Good. Yes they are all upstairs. I Got the Paperwork Filled out. we're all set."
Blue Skies, the griffin, responds
"Yes. Except for Iron. I haven't seen him."
Mala nudges Silver with a paw
"Alright, Good! I will gather others, then we will depart for Tavern. Drinks are on me tonight.">>125892
Silver heads upstairs to do just that, gathering everyone together to leave.
Upstairs there is Jubilosa, Khoi, then Loputu, Keskoo, Meadows, and Undertoe. Besides the two sacrifices who were rescued
Johann may or may not come back, and each of these has a different potential fate
"So Did you tell him,silver?"
Hmm…well, the sacrifices should get to the hospital ASAP, so hopefully the authorities can take care of that. Everyone except Loputu can go to the Tavern, even Johann if he wants.>>125898
"Hmm? Oh, he knows. I also almost forgot, here, take this, to pay for drinks."
Silver gives Dark Star a stack of 100 Bits in notes.
"I need to take Loputu home, to his family. I will join you all when I am done."
"Alright my friend. Stay Safe."
He shakes silver's hoof
Alright…. So which creatures are going with who and where?
Mala would come with me i assume.
And thus they shake hooves, saying goodbye for the moment.>>125901
The sacrifices are staying with the medics in order to be transferred to the hospital. Everyone except Loputu is going with Dark Star. Loputu is going with Silver, so he can escort him home.
Mala looks up at Dark Star, and blinks, with his big brown eyes. He's covered in a blanket>>125903>>125902
The Mare says
"We can take these two to the hospital, yes. Though it looks like they've already gotten a lot of treatment already"
The Stallion aks,
"Ay, you need a ride?"
"I suppose it is up to Loputu."
He turns to the colt, smiling at him.
"What do you think? Should we get ride, or would you rather I just took you home yourself?"
He is pet, panting and moving his head up to embrace the soft-bottomed hoof
*took you home myself
He looks up to Silver, and smiles
"Either way. I don't think I've ridden in an automobile before… except for that one time I was rushed to the hospital after slipping and falling off a roof, but that doesn't count. We could also talk, if you want.
Then he looks over to Keskoo
"What will happen to her?"
"Alright mate. Just outside we got a truck, I reckon you can ride it to wherever you need to go, and he'll still be in time for the pick up once we're done processing these griffins downstairs"
"We will find her place to stay while she gets acquinted with Baltimare. We will take care of her."
He pets the colt.
"Talking sounds nice. Maybe I could also give you ponyback ride on way home if you wanted."
Dark Star smiles at him
"Thnaks,Parade pass. your a Good Pony."
>>125913Loputu is like 16 or 17, by the way
"Alright. I think she would fit in in Little Skynavia, though"
He is pet, his fur pulling back and exposing his big, purple eyes
At the mention of a ponyback ride
"Think you could really carry me?">>125914
"Ya' welcome, mate"
Johann walks around to Dark Star, and asks him:
"And where are you going off to now?"
>>125915Really? Didn't know he was that old.
"I would have to ask her about it, but I could see it."
He bends down for Loputu to get on him.
"Could not hurt to try, at least."
Silver is barely able to hold the colt, nigh stallion. But he holds
"Alright…ready to go, Loputu?"
And thus, the unicorn heads to leave the building, teenaged colt on his back.
"You will have to guide me to your home when we get to street."
"Well our Home Base of Sorts, a local Tavern. Its the Best Bar in the City. The Eastside Tavern."
"Ah. Well good luck."
He looks back over the prisoners, now hoofcuffed, the burned out, turned over pews, and the carnage on the floor
"Looks like you've had quite a night already.">>125922
"Go down Hoebuck until it merges with Horseman Avenue, and you can follow it all the way down until there's a checkpoint of sorts"
"Want To Grab a Drink,Inquisitor?"
He looks back to Dark Star
"So long as I am back in the morning. I will take your offer."
Silver nods, and follows his direction.
"How are you feeling now?"
Dark Star smiles
"Sounds Good."Is there a Driver or am i driving?
"Still shaken… But I figure that's what it's like for the stallions who go off to war as well"
Going down the roads, it's much the same as what he saw coming it. Half lit streets of dark stretches, rats scurrying about between overloaded garbage cans, individuals, mostly griffins and zebras, swaying in drunkenness, or travelling in loud and rowdy groups. Trees that look as if they were dead in the leafless winter, and brown grass that looks much the same. Townhouses and sometimes less pleasing brick tenement buildings of a style popular 40 years ago. Building still partly collapsed in from the war and never completed. Little black and red flags hanging in the windows. It's a fullmoon out>>125928
Dark Star is escorted by Parade Pass down the steps, out through the double front doors of the administrative building to the street. An Ambulance being loaded, four police carts, and an idling diesel truck - a military logistics truck, like the one they rode in after the work on the docks.
"Driver's in their. Just tell em where ya' going and he'll take you there"
Dark Star Shakes Parade Pass's Hoof
"I'll see you tomorrow."
He walks over to the truck
"You are very strong to keep going through all of that. If you were my son, I would be very proud."
"Heh" he smiles
"I can say I'll be more careful from now on. Still, I might enlist when I can">>125930
He shakes right back
The creatures get in the back. They are uncertain at first. Undertoe in particular seems nervous. But after some persuading, she gets in
Dark Star Looks at the Driver.
"To The EastSide Tavern."
"It is valiant idea, very honorable. What else would you think of doing, when you come of age?"
The truck proceeds there. It arrives there after the passage of some minutes
"I don't know. Fishing, I guess. There is some opportunity here. Otherwise, work on the docks. If I were more adventurous, I'd join the Merchant Marine"
Dark Star gets out and opens the door for Everypony
"You really are drawn to water."
The creatures come out
Johann stands properly, before pulling at a few feathers. Jubilosa is a bit more reluctant, Mala is careful to carry his saddle bags, and Undertoe is the most reluctant of all.>>125938
"Well, yes. My Cutie Mark is in water. Much of our society is waterbased, really. Our little enclave on the bay. I think that's true for many creatures in this neighborhood"
After they all get out Dark Star says
"Welcome to the best bar in the city."
"I'm not as sure. Not sure either how it compares the to best of Whitebell, or Griffihiem"
Khoi looks up in evident curiosity. Mala has a clearer aww. Jubilosa is tense, but starts to ease as she comes in. Meadows looks around, somewhat confused
"So is this a fancy establishment in Equestria? For what class?"
Undertoe is nervous
He Smiles and chukles
"Fancy isnt exactly the word i would use. But its a Reliable Bar with Great ponies and Pretty Alright Food. This i a Bar for the Working Pony,and i Love it."
"Hmmm? The working pony?"
She is just a little concerned
"Don't Worry.This is meadows?
Miss. it is My Responsibility to Protect you all. and i Take this Duty very Seriously. you have my word no harm will befall you here."
>>125944Yes. Highland Meadows
"Oh… Alright. It's just quite a change, to go from being a wealthy land owner to… whatever I am now"
She hangs her head
"I…I Know the Feeling."
The sand-brown mare with wavy chestnut brown mane is larger than Dark Star, perhaps only Johann is as large as her
She sits down next to him
"Oh really? How is that?"
"Well, My Family's farm was seized by the Socialist Government. We Had Been there for Generations."
"I Wasn't sure what to do right after it happened either. My Brother and i were out on the streets."
"Oh…" Her eyes light up
"And what did you do?"
"…im Not Exactly proud of what i did. My Brother and i Were Dirt Poor,they even took the clothes off of our backs,Although my Brother managed to stow away a small amount of bits. Not Enough for Both of us to eat every day. So i Stole Food when i was hungry.
She looks concerned, even placing a foreleg in front of her as if in guard
"That is… That happened in Equestria? A socialist government?"
"Yep. the Princess In her Infinite Wisdom thought it would be a Great idea."
>>125952Oh come on, the Princess wouldn't do that
"The… civil war? Did that at least rectify things?"
"I admittedly do not know much about Skynavian culture. I should learn, someday."
"You can try. There is only so much left, though. The community becomes more like the rest of Baltimare as time goes by. Baltimare is all I've ever known"
"Thats a Hard Question to answer, Yes and No. The Black Hooves restored Order after the War. But the Local Government is a Socialist one, Im Going to Attempt to Run for Mayor to attempt to fix politics."
"Hmm…would you personally say that is good or bad thing?"
My son prefers the old Equestrian rule, saying they are more open to other creatures and will guard Harmony. There are things I do not like about these 'Black Hooves.' They pander to the workers with programs, they can be intolerant and despotic. But they do have one great virtue. They are jealous of power. They will guard it, and share it only with great reluctance, unlike the old princesses, who had good intentions, but were naive. I've seen how the Shah back in my country compromised with the reformists, and how it was our undoing. My son has not seen this, so he does not know. But I have, and that is why I disagree with him. May Mazda be with you.">>125960
"I don't know. I'm pretty sure there is more money here. More stuff. I like that, But I don't think the older ones got what they were expecting when they came here. It's less change than they wanted."
Silver looks back to the teenager on his back.
"Compromise is the death of Nations. What is Mazda?
Is your Son ok?"
"Ahura Mazda, the creator, mother spirit. But my Son… I don't know. He was studying in Canterlot when the war broke out, and was stuck here for that period of time. He could be in Canterlot or… Ponyville. I received a telegram from him after the war though. So I hope so. I hope so.">>125962
"They wanted to leave a land where they became minorities in their own country, being surrounded by griffins… to come to Red Heart, where they are a minority surrounded by griffins."
Silver nods after a couple seconds of contemplation.
"I suppose I would also be distressed in that situation. It would be nice to see pony cultural revival in Red Heart, take this part of city back and clean it up…as ambitious as that idea is."
Dark Star has a look of sadness on his face as she talks about her son
"Im Sorry you last contact with your son. i Hope you find him. if i'm ever in ponyville or canterlot,i'll see if i can find him. whats his name?"
"That's what the Marelanders claim they want. They can't even keep the anarchists in the west side of the neighborhood from seceding. It's a big task. It's not really safe at night… even now. Though I think you could fight any muggers." He smiles. "But yeah"