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by Pax Cybertronian » Wed Dec 12, 2018 1:10 pm
by Low bloods » Wed Dec 12, 2018 2:06 pm
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by Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 3:28 pm
Veise wrote:Hearing that offhanded remark about having fun with a more 'sisterly' clone, both of the Veiser twins got the point very quickly. Septette froze up and reddened.
Pieter...you piece of shit thought Astre. How dare you... "How dare you do this to my family!" He cried out in a burst of explosive, raw emotion. "I'll kill you!
The Prince charged, an expression of animalistic rage taking over his face.
After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 3:44 pm
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 3:51 pm
Veise wrote:Astre ran by Alyssa, completely ignoring her. As the guards pointed their guns, he vanished from thin air.
You're not fit to...breath the same air I do! You're filth! Astre thought.
"YOU...ARE BELOW ME!" Astre said, reappearing. He careened down towards the group, spinning around with his rapier out in one hell of a spin-slash.
by Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 3:53 pm
After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:02 pm
Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"Where the hell did he go?" One of the guards exclaimed before he was alarmed as he went to look around, aiming at random before Astre appeared again and managed to get them from behind, slashing the two guards across the back and incapacitating one of them. The spin-slash even gave Pieter a cut across his face. One of the other guards turned with his gun and attempted to open fire on Astre.
"Look at you, eh? Trying to kill a helpless old man. Real royalty of you, sonny!" Pieter exclaimed in anger.
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:19 pm
by Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:27 pm
Veise wrote:With a great war cry, Astre quickly thrusted his rapier towards the guard as they turned towards him.
Netherspace wrote:Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"Where the hell did he go?" One of the guards exclaimed before he was alarmed as he went to look around, aiming at random before Astre appeared again and managed to get them from behind, slashing the two guards across the back and incapacitating one of them. The spin-slash even gave Pieter a cut across his face. One of the other guards turned with his gun and attempted to open fire on Astre.
"Look at you, eh? Trying to kill a helpless old man. Real royalty of you, sonny!" Pieter exclaimed in anger.
“Oh, boo! You can’t just do that! That is not how a gladiator fight works!” He threw a knife on the ground in front of Pieter. “You know how to use one of those, old man?”
After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.
by Foxfound » Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:50 pm
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:07 pm
by Foxfound » Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:45 pm
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:10 pm
Foxfound wrote:After teaching the guard a lesson and nearly being cut badly by the enraged aristocrat, Z ducked under the arms of the scuffling people and ran to the bar, where she promptly ordered a truly epic quantity of hot chocolate.
"I'll take your entire stock!"
As the massive pot of steaming hot chocolate (complete with marshmallows) was delivered by a bemused but indifferent Mister Mouffan, Z called to her friend up in the rafters.
"Come on Kiri! Possess this for me, and follow my lead!"
Before anyone knew it, the giant vat of steaming liquid was hovering above the fighting group, Pieter in particular. Z, now sipping hot chocolate from a mug.
"The way I see it, we have two options. Either we all sit down over some hot chocolate and have negotiations, or you all get drenched and boiled." She seemed perfectly calm, even cheerful.
by Afrikaaners Ryk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:16 pm
Veise wrote:Astre reeled back his blade and became a blur as the guard fumbled for his pistol. He swung with all of his might, and the blade had found itself passing dangerously close to Z, who would, if she looked, see a primal expression of murderous intent upon the warrior Prince's visage.
Septette, who watched from the bar counter, put her feet up on the seat and curled up into a fetal position. She audibly sighed.
After a brief 'racial summit' on the current situation, for the first time in the Ryk's history, the ponies have ceased being declared as 'onwaardige', and have now been re-assorted to 'undecided inferiors'. Around 200,00 of the remaining ponies have been released. 50,000 of the attempted to defect out of the Ryk, and were all either arrested or killed by riot police with mustard gas and swords.
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:23 pm
by Foxfound » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:30 pm
Veise wrote:Foxfound wrote:After teaching the guard a lesson and nearly being cut badly by the enraged aristocrat, Z ducked under the arms of the scuffling people and ran to the bar, where she promptly ordered a truly epic quantity of hot chocolate.
"I'll take your entire stock!"
As the massive pot of steaming hot chocolate (complete with marshmallows) was delivered by a bemused but indifferent Mister Mouffan, Z called to her friend up in the rafters.
"Come on Kiri! Possess this for me, and follow my lead!"
Before anyone knew it, the giant vat of steaming liquid was hovering above the fighting group, Pieter in particular. Z, now sipping hot chocolate from a mug.
"The way I see it, we have two options. Either we all sit down over some hot chocolate and have negotiations, or you all get drenched and boiled." She seemed perfectly calm, even cheerful.
As Astre went on his rampage in the background, Septette glared. "You're such an idiot!" She said in a poor, tear-choked attempt at sounding stern. "You're no better than the damned monsters who created pleasure slaves out of me!"
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:34 pm
Veise wrote://And back to your regularly scheduled not-emotional Ram's Head.
Astre chased after them, but wasn't quick enough in a rather ironic fashion. His eyes widened and he stared grimly. He turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and gave a 'tch.' His rapier was sheathed oncemore with a clink that would be satisfying were Astre to be able to enact his revenge, but he failed sorely.
Astre turned back to his twin sister, Sullen. "Septette...I failed you."
Septette looked down, unsure of how to react.
A tall figure, dressed like a typical French noble of the 1700s albeit in a luminous white with radiant gold and blue accenting entered. He fanned himself with his tricorne, which was colored ivory, golden, and blue as well, and sighed. "...My, my, what the devil occured here?" said he, Crown Prince Emile of Veise.
by Foxfound » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:38 pm
Netherspace wrote:Veise wrote://And back to your regularly scheduled not-emotional Ram's Head.
Astre chased after them, but wasn't quick enough in a rather ironic fashion. His eyes widened and he stared grimly. He turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and gave a 'tch.' His rapier was sheathed oncemore with a clink that would be satisfying were Astre to be able to enact his revenge, but he failed sorely.
Astre turned back to his twin sister, Sullen. "Septette...I failed you."
Septette looked down, unsure of how to react.
A tall figure, dressed like a typical French noble of the 1700s albeit in a luminous white with radiant gold and blue accenting entered. He fanned himself with his tricorne, which was colored ivory, golden, and blue as well, and sighed. "...My, my, what the devil occured here?" said he, Crown Prince Emile of Veise.
“Oh, the old man out there was being a bitch about something, so that kid over there went on a rampage with his toy sword while his sister had some sort of panic attack, until the ghost threatened to boil everyone in hot chocolate.”
“...”
“Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud, but it’s true. Trust me.”
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:41 pm
Foxfound wrote:Netherspace wrote:
“Oh, the old man out there was being a bitch about something, so that kid over there went on a rampage with his toy sword while his sister had some sort of panic attack, until the ghost threatened to boil everyone in hot chocolate.”
“...”
“Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud, but it’s true. Trust me.”
Kiri: "I wasn't actually going to do it! And I didn't realize that hot chocolate could actually hurt people bad for real."
Ashamed of herself, she phased through the floors and sulked underground.
Z: "It isn't her fault, really. It's mine. I'm the first friend she's had in a while, and she's probably too loyal to me for her own good. I guess all this romantic adventuring I've been doing has made me lose touch with how the real world works a bit."
by Sioperon » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:41 pm
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 7:46 pm
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:03 pm
Veise wrote:Septette sighed and wiped off her tears. "It's most foolish to jump in without contextual awareness...but...alright, you're forgiven. I need a drink..." She said, smiling.
Astre pointed at the deranged loudmouth who called his sword a toy. "Shut the hell up...you're a real piece of shit." He growled, clearly not in the mood to create advanced comebacks -- because unfortunately he's capable of normal human feelings.
Emile sighed and looked at Astre and Septette, and then the two deceased Afrikaaner guards, and then the giant container of hot chocolate. "Wow. Oh my. I missed something. Er...uh...drinks on me, Prince Emile, everyone!" He said as he lead Astre to a seat at the bar near Septette.
by Veise » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:07 pm
Netherspace wrote:“Oh, shut your mouth, kid. If you ever lived in ancient Mesopotamia, you’d know what a real blade looks like. If you challenge the kid to a duel, I swear to God- Shhh, now this guy is giving us free drinks. You’re an alcoholic, aren’t you?”
by Low bloods » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:08 pm
Multiversal advertisement: feeling bored and don't know what to do? Come to the Ram's head saloon and have a drink. We don't bite.
by Netherspace » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:20 pm
Veise wrote:Netherspace wrote:“Oh, shut your mouth, kid. If you ever lived in ancient Mesopotamia, you’d know what a real blade looks like. If you challenge the kid to a duel, I swear to God- Shhh, now this guy is giving us free drinks. You’re an alcoholic, aren’t you?”
"You are beyond insufferable. Genuinely unlikeable." hissed Astre. "Quit calling me kid, you deprived imbecile."
"Free drinks for everyone except this guy!" Emile said, passive-aggressively sticking up for Astre.
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