Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Fantrum]

Marciline was now back in full control of herself, and she whole heartedly hugged Thunder. "Thank you Thunder Flare." She suddenly teleported to a standing position beside the bed, she hadn't fully recovered from her nightmare, her throat was sore and eyes red and puffy. But she managed a half serious look, "If you tell anyone you saw an alicorn cry, I'll break both your wings and throw you off the tallest building I can find." She omitted the part where she would catch the stallion and mend his wings if she really did that, but hey! There wasnt a need for that now! She walked slowly to the bathroom and closed the door, starting the shower running and stepping into the cold stream. She suddenly felt alive and awake, and even began to sing a little in the shower. !My name is Mar-ci-line, and I am here to say, Im gonna make you smile and I will brighten up your day~!" She knew she wasnt a particularly good singer, but she just needed to feel better. Sure, Thunder had defiantly gotten her out of the shit storm, but now she just needed little things. Like singing in the the shower.

The hug was great. It was more than great; it was amazing! For several seconds there, the amber pegasus' hear began to thump against his chest much more rapidly. He wanted that moment to last much longer than it did. But, unfortunately, the alicorn teleported from out of his grasp. When Marci said what she did, Thunder Flare might have been worried had he failed to notice her only mildly serious face. Softly chuckling at what he hoped was a joke of Marci's, Thunder got up and began to move about the room. Thunder threw his jackets, hat, and goggles onto the bed. Then, he retrieved his pack and tossed it into a corner. Listening semi-intently to Marci's shower-singing, while he admitted it wasn't the most beautiful voice, the song that was flowing from her lips was bubbly and infectiously happy.

Walking back up the stairs, several minutes later, Thunder Flare brought with him breakfast, bought from the traders in the courtyard, outside. It had been more expensive than he had hoped, the recent attack causing prices of most items and inventory to rise. But, he had managed to procure a decent bargain. Pushing the door open, Thunder trotted into the room.

Marci heard the door open, and she stood petrified. She turned slowly, her short (by an alicorn's standards) mane flowing like as though an eternal breeze blew through it. Bottles of white and light blue mane/tail dye floated beside her. In a flash the bottles disappeared and she was standing there, mane and tail their natural midnight blue, with a sprinkling of stardust in it. "Um- You're back early Thunder." She felt naked, aside from the obvious lack of armor or barding, like some hidden part of her was now in the open, for all to see.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marci heard the door open, and she stood petrified. She turned slowly, her short (by an alicorn's standards) mane flowing like as though an eternal breeze blew through it. Bottles of white and light blue mane/tail dye floated beside her. In a flash the bottles disappeared and she was standing there, mane and tail their natural midnight blue, with a sprinkling of stardust in it. "Um- You're back early Thunder." She felt naked, aside from the obvious lack of armor or barding, like some hidden part of her was now in the open, for all to see.

Thunder Flare's mouth dropped open, the bag of food falling onto the ground. "Marci, what are—wow. Jus' wow." Thunder found himself staring at the flowing mane of his alicorn companion. "Erm, I—uh—I bought us bre… breakfast." Mind being drawn to the oats, two bagels, and an apple that he had just dropped unceremoniously, he quickly scooped it up and trotted to the desk where he placed it carefully onto the wooden surface. Gazing at the constantly moving starry blue mane, he felt hypnotized; it was like staring through the clouds at the rare glimpses of stars. "Uhm, Marci, I ain't meanin' t' be a bother. But, uh, what were ya doin'?"

[Fantrum]

Marci heard the door open, and she stood petrified. She turned slowly, her short (by an alicorn's standards) mane flowing like as though an eternal breeze blew through it. Bottles of white and light blue mane/tail dye floated beside her. In a flash the bottles disappeared and she was standing there, mane and tail their natural midnight blue, with a sprinkling of stardust in it. "Um- You're back early Thunder." She felt naked, aside from the obvious lack of armor or barding, like some hidden part of her was now in the open, for all to see.

Thunder Flare's mouth dropped open, the bag of food falling onto the ground. "Marci, what are—wow. Jus' wow." Thunder found himself staring at the flowing mane of his alicorn companion. "Erm, I, uh, I bought us bre… breakfast." Mind being drawn to the oats, two bagels, and an apple that he had just dropped unceremoniously, he quickly scooped it up and trotted to the desk where he placed it carefully onto the wooden surface. Gazing at the constantly moving starry blue mane, he felt hypnotized. "Uhm, Marci, I ain't meanin' t' be a bother. But, uh, what were ya doin'?"

Marciline let out a resigned sigh, "I- well, - Im" She looked around before adding in a small voice, Im dyeing my mane. She shrunk back, feeling hot embarrassment rush to her head. "I never cared for this mane." Marciline rubs her mane between two forelegs, reviewing all those centires of staring, prying eyes. How many had judged her based on her look, so she had taken it upon herself to avoid the prosecution. She had to change her look so she more closely resembled the 2nd generation alicorns. It had saved her so much heart ache, so she had grown to think of her natural mane as something of an abomination, something to be hidden and carried like a great scar.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline let out a resigned sigh, "I- well, - Im" She looked around before adding in a small voice, Im dyeing my mane. She shrunk back, feeling hot embarrassment rush to her head. "I never cared for this mane." Marciline rubs her mane between two forelegs, reviewing all those centires of staring, prying eyes. How many had judged her based on her look, so she had taken it upon herself to avoid the prosecution. She had to change her look so she more closely resembled the 2nd generation alicorns. It had saved her so much heart ache, so she had grown to think of her natural mane as something of an abomination, something to be hidden and carried like a great scar.

"I can't see why, it's—well—beautiful. It reminds me a' the day I learned t' fly; the first time I saw the stars through an openin' in the clouds." As he finished his sentence, Thunder could sense the slight blush forming on his face. Remembering the food he had brought to share, he started for it. But, somehow tripped on the foot of the bedpost. Recovering from the embarrassing fall, his face reddening up even more, he hurriedly stumbled to the bag and revealed the contents to Marci. "I wasn't sure what ya'd like. So, I got a few things fer us t' eat. " The meal wasn't much, but it would suffice for two. Averting his face away from Marci so she wouldn't see his clearly flustered face, he split wrapped pile of oats into two and distributed a bagel to Marci and himself. "I was only able t' get one apple. So, ya can have it." He said while pushing the fruit, with a red colouration as that of his face, towards Marci.

[Fantrum]

Marciline let out a resigned sigh, "I- well, - Im" She looked around before adding in a small voice, Im dyeing my mane. She shrunk back, feeling hot embarrassment rush to her head. "I never cared for this mane." Marciline rubs her mane between two forelegs, reviewing all those centires of staring, prying eyes. How many had judged her based on her look, so she had taken it upon herself to avoid the prosecution. She had to change her look so she more closely resembled the 2nd generation alicorns. It had saved her so much heart ache, so she had grown to think of her natural mane as something of an abomination, something to be hidden and carried like a great scar.

"I can't see why, it's—well—beautiful. It reminds me a' the day I learned t' fly; the first time I saw the stars through an openin' in the clouds." As he finished his sentence, Thunder could sense the slight blush forming on his face. Remembering the food he had brought to share, he started for it. But, somehow tripped on the foot of the bedpost. Recovering from the embarrassing fall, his face reddening up even more, he hurriedly stumbled to the bag and revealed the contents to Marci. "I wasn't sure what ya'd like. So, I got a few things fer us t' eat. " The meal wasn't much, but it would suffice for two. Averting his face away from Marci so she wouldn't see his clearly flustered face, he split wrapped pile of oats into two and distributed a bagel to Marci and himself. "I was only able t' get one apple. So, ya can have it." He said while pushing the fruit, with a red colouration as that of his face, towards Marci.

Marciline was taken aback by the stallion's comment, "You- you really think so?" A smile formed on her face as she walked up to the table. She ignored Thunder's fall, dismissing it, and began munching on her bagel. She split the apple in two and levitated one half over to Thunder. She wasnt used to her mane being this way, it hadn't been natural for nearly 50 years, and the only reason it was natural then was because she'd run out of mane dye in the middle of the Zebra homelands. She still had serious reservations about going into a public space with hair like this, but in Thunder's company, she felt it was alright. She felt safe from the harsh judgement of others she had endured for so long.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline was taken aback by the stallion's comment, "You- you really think so?" A smile formed on her face as she walked up to the table. She ignored Thunder's fall, dismissing it, and began munching on her bagel. She split the apple in two and levitated one half over to Thunder. She wasnt used to her mane being this way, it hadn't been natural for nearly 50 years, and the only reason it was natural then was because she'd run out of mane dye in the middle of the Zebra homelands. She still had serious reservations about going into a public space with hair like this, but in Thunder's company, she felt it was alright. She felt safe from the harsh judgement of others she had endured for so long.

Smiling as Marci offered him the other half of the apple, Thunder happily accepted it. After taking a bite from the red fruit, letting the sweet flavour roll over his tongue, he leaned over, bumping Marci's shoulder with his own. Thunder told her reassuringly, "I know, so." Thunder Flare gave thought to the strange unicorn with winged power armour from before. 'I wonder what his whole deal with Crossfire is? Some long-standin' grudge? Or is he jus' really petty? Eh, best not ruin such a good start t' the day.' After he had finished munching on his (mildly stale) bagels and oats, Thunder Flare took a quick five-minute shower, himself, to wash his mane. Less than fifteen minutes later, the two had finished their morning meal and were packed, ready to go. Donning his leather and flight jackets, respectively, and strapping his goggles over his forehead, Thunder opened the door, walked down to the exit, and stepped out into the revitalizing, frigid air, a quick shiver traveling down his spine. "So, Marci, do ya have any plans fer t'day?" He inquired.

[New Willow]

Before Sulphur could respond to Red Dawn, she heard Bright's groggy voice and immediately whipped around.

"Good morning," She responded with a slight smile.

In truth she felt thankful he came along and changed the conversation, she didn't like being the forefront of one. She stood idle and listened to the new conversation that sparked with them. She noticed Crossfire walk off somewhere, but paid little mind to it, it was her own business after all. After several minutes a burnt looking pony came upon their small group. This one didn't appear to be the other one from yesterday... though it was hard to tell, they all looked alike to her. At least this one seemed more polite then the previous one, during Bright's conversation with him, she heard Crossfires voice start addressing the crowds of Moon tower. She cocked her head in the direction, Something about creating a new place to live, after seconds of listening she turned her attention back to Bright and the burnt pony.

[The Flutterlands]

The trio cocked their heads simultaneously, to the ghoul pony. After listening so far into the conversation between Bright and the fedora-wearing, scarfed Ghoul Unicorn, who calls himself, "Bounty Hunt", they came to the conclusion, that there's more to the mysterious unicorn, Pitch, than they could possibly imagine, yet, Red Dawn felt that there may also be more to Bounty, than meets the eye, as well. They also heard bits and pieces of Crossfire's speech. They heard her talk about finding a new home to live in. Nether of them was rather fond with the idea, of leaving their home, at least, not until the silence problem has been delt with.

[Lunas Legion]

Warren Edges

The manhole opened up into a rubble strewn street much like the thousands of others scattered across Seaddle, but this one was most definitely not within the Warrens. The sky was a murky grey and small flakes of snow drifted down and settled on the frozen street or one of several destroyed chariots that littered the street.

Moon Tower was visible to the north, barely seen through the thick haze that was building up between the Gang and the Tower. The cause of the haze, however, could not be natural.

Hope gave the all clear, and lead her comrades through the hazy streets. Hope made sure that her cousin's protection was the gang's top priority, next to reaching the Tower in one piece. As they made their way, the cold began to pierce into Spot's body like knives, he has never experienced such cold in his life.
"Hope.." he spoke weakly, the cold made it hurt to speak, "it's... so... cold. Are we... there yet?"
Hope cocked her head towards her little cousin, she could tell that she does not have much time.
"All most," she replied, "Almost there, just a little longer."
But, Hope began to have doubts, there was something rotten about this fog and she didn't like it one bit. But, they journeyed on anyway, little knowing what may await them in the ghostly fog.

The fog, or rather, smoke's cause was immedately obvious; hundreds of tiny fires glimmered amongst the ruins of Seaddle between Hope's group and Moon Tower, each fire glowing a faint orange with tinges of green. If not for the unusual wind direction, the smoke would have been blowing directly over Moon Tower and doing Celestia knows what to the inhabitants.

Through the smoke, if they stared for a while, the Gang could make out the shape of a pony, an Alicorn by the size before it flickered and vanished.

[Das Metro]

Opium laughed pompously and trotted inside with another upturn of his nose. He looked around with a broad grin and empty stare. All this technology! It made Opium feel dizzy and insecure about his own equipment. Damnit, he always hated technology... Despite his raging hate for all things magical (except Horns) Opium pranced up to pour himself some soup. Nonchalantly, he brushed off his cloak and stuffed ot into his saddlebags. Opium shot an admiring gaze at his Slaver Barding. He poured himself a bowl of soup and trotted over to a corner to eat alone. Between a mouthful he added a comment, "Just like home! A cold, impassive place full of impassive ponies, but lukewarm soup... I miss home."

Thistle decided to pour herself a bowl of soup after Opium has sat in the corner, accidently pouring some into the floor as she stared at his apparel, she seen that armor somewhere. Thistle voraciously downed the soup without problem and clumsily sat the bowl back on the table, wiping some broth off her muzzle and slowly approached Opium, each leg shaking with anticipation as the filly walked liked she had taken her first steps. A few deep breaths later, she found herself sitting next to the pony with legs tucked in her black dress, she found him less intimidating than the scary Steel Rangers...

Opium turned to look at the Pony who had just seated herself next to him. He stared for a moment with a slight twinge of concern. Opium could tell this Filly was definitely on the younger side, so without the usual verve and charm, Opium spoke in an interested and perhaps a bit paternal tone, "Oh uh, hey kid, you alright? You're looking a little worried. Are you coming down from something? If thats the case, sorry, I don't sell to foals." He frowned and looked back to his soup. The Dash high was long gone and he felt inadvertently sore all over. He felt like he needed a Ment-al too, and a cigarette.

[The Flutterlands]

Hope gave the all clear, and lead her comrades through the hazy streets. Hope made sure that her cousin's protection was the gang's top priority, next to reaching the Tower in one piece. As they made their way, the cold began to pierce into Spot's body like knives, he has never experienced such cold in his life.
"Hope.." he spoke weakly, the cold made it hurt to speak, "it's... so... cold. Are we... there yet?"
Hope cocked her head towards her little cousin, she could tell that she does not have much time.
"All most," she replied, "Almost there, just a little longer."
But, Hope began to have doubts, there was something rotten about this fog and she didn't like it one bit. But, they journeyed on anyway, little knowing what may await them in the ghostly fog.

The fog, or rather, smoke's cause was immedately obvious; hundreds of tiny fires glimmered amongst the ruins of Seaddle between Hope's group and Moon Tower, each fire glowing a faint orange with tinges of green. If not for the unusual wind direction, the smoke would have been blowing directly over Moon Tower and doing Celestia knows what to the inhabitants.

Through the smoke, if they stared for a while, the Gang could make out the shape of a pony, an Alicorn by the size before it flickered and vanished.

The fire, oddly enough, sort of gave Spot a sigh of relief, as he could feel their warmth, against his white coat. It didn't do much, but it still helped. Also, the flames were pretty to Spot, as if a dozen candels were purposely lit and left there to be admired.

Hope, on the otherhoof, was unsure about the Alicorn, she had a bad feeling about it, and yet, she wonders if the Alicorn may actually be... helping, or may be leading them into a trap.

Ether way, the gang continued onward through the flame lit, snowy streets, getting ever closet to Moon Tower, as Hope kept an eye out for that mysterious pony...

[Das Metro]

No Name, or rather at the moment, Hellborn, was galloping in circles, cackling. The thoughtful glint in his eye was replaced with an evil and vile glare, full of joy and happiness. No Name stopped and started shouting. "Pitch! Pitch Black! Come back here and finish me! See what I am, for I am Hellbiorn! I can taste the gore and smell the weeping! And I want more! I want to bathe in your flesh, Pitch! And savour your fear! I want to live in a castle of your agony and CRUMBLE IT WITH AN AXE TO YOUR CAROTID!" Hellborn stopped and slunk back into the mind of No Name. The thoughtful glow returned and No Name looked to Eris back to his self.

No Name looked at Eris and shook his head, feeling the cut on the side of his head. He looked up to Eris and grunted, "I apologize. I was walking when I found this town." He gestured to the hanging stallion, "And had an altercation in which I received my Cutiemark," No Name turned, showing Eris the symbol upon his flank. "I then got into another fight with a Ghoul pony. A lowly bastard named Pitch Black..." No Name dropped onto his haunches and looked to the knife jammed into his leg. "I need your help."

Eris was absolutely horrified, "Wha- What was that?" She hadn't seen this side of No Name, and she didnt like it, not one bit. "No Name, what in Luna's name were you saying?" There was an obvious battle between fear and concern raging in her voice and on her face. She finished dressing his wounds and faced him, "No Name," she started, but stopped dead as she spied his coveted shotgun lying in the snow, "Oh! I have just the thing for this!" She floated the two pieces of gun into her saddle bags.

No Name got shakily to his legs and trotted in place for a moment to get used to walking with the wound. After a moment he turned to Eris and decidedlt ignored her questio about Hellborn's frantic monologue, "No, its alright, nothing lasts forever. I needed to let Timberwolf go anyways. I don't want any more reminders to distract me from my new job. Why don't we just go back to Moon Tower and be happy, getting a cutiemark deserves celebration doesn't it?" Though his words were happy, his voice wasn't. As it trailed onto the bit about the Cutiemark it held a certain animosity, a bitterness. No Name absently turned to Ruby and felt the cut on the side of his head and took a step away from her, "No, I want to keep this. Its not too deep, but it'll still scar. I want something to remember when I think of Pitch Black."

[Fantrum]

Marciline was taken aback by the stallion's comment, "You- you really think so?" A smile formed on her face as she walked up to the table. She ignored Thunder's fall, dismissing it, and began munching on her bagel. She split the apple in two and levitated one half over to Thunder. She wasnt used to her mane being this way, it hadn't been natural for nearly 50 years, and the only reason it was natural then was because she'd run out of mane dye in the middle of the Zebra homelands. She still had serious reservations about going into a public space with hair like this, but in Thunder's company, she felt it was alright. She felt safe from the harsh judgement of others she had endured for so long.

Smiling as Marci offered him the other half of the apple, Thunder happily accepted it. After taking a bite from the red fruit, letting the sweet flavour roll over his tongue, he leaned over, bumping Marci's shoulder with his own. Thunder told her reassuringly, "I know, so." Thunder Flare gave thought to the strange unicorn with winged power armour from before. 'I wonder what his whole deal with Crossfire is? Some long-standin' grudge? Or is he jus' really petty? Eh, best not ruin such a good start t' the day.' After he had finished munching on his (mildly stale) bagels and oats, Thunder Flare took a quick five-minute shower, himself, to wash his mane. Less than fifteen minutes later, the two had finished their morning meal and were packed, ready to go. Donning his leather and flight jackets, respectively, and strapping his goggles over his forehead, Thunder opened the door, walked down to the exit, and stepped out into the revitalizing, frigid air, a quick shiver traveling down his spine. "So, Marci, do ya have any plans fer t'day?" He inquired.

Marciline stopped at the door, her eyes flashed back to the two mane dye bottles sitting in her saddle bags. With a heavy sigh, she levitated her things about her and closed the hotel room door, following Thunder out. She had just slipped her light armor on over her weirdly flowing mane when she remembered to return the room key. She half chucked the key at the dozing mare's head, and ran out the door. She knew that if she lingered inside, she wouldnt leave. She resolved to not let her predilections from a hundred years ago restrict her, so she charged out and stood nervously next to Thunder. Staring around, Marci tripped over her words, "I-I dont, I really dont know..." The alicorn was trying her very best not to cast an invisibility spell over herself, for that would be a waste of good magic.

[Fantrum]

Eris was absolutely horrified, "Wha- What was that?" She hadn't seen this side of No Name, and she didnt like it, not one bit. "No Name, what in Luna's name were you saying?" There was an obvious battle between fear and concern raging in her voice and on her face. She finished dressing his wounds and faced him, "No Name," she started, but stopped dead as she spied his coveted shotgun lying in the snow, "Oh! I have just the thing for this!" She floated the two pieces of gun into her saddle bags.

No Name got shakily to his legs and trotted in place for a moment to get used to walking with the wound. After a moment he turned to Eris and decidedlt ignored her questio about Hellborn's frantic monologue, "No, its alright, nothing lasts forever. I needed to let Timberwolf go anyways. I don't want any more reminders to distract me from my new job. Why don't we just go back to Moon Tower and be happy, getting a cutiemark deserves celebration doesn't it?" Though his words were happy, his voice wasn't. As it trailed onto the bit about the Cutiemark it held a certain animosity, a bitterness. No Name absently turned to Ruby and felt the cut on the side of his head and took a step away from her, "No, I want to keep this. Its not too deep, but it'll still scar. I want something to remember when I think of Pitch Black."

Eris stubbornly rejected No Name's resignation. "Still, could fetch a nice price." She looked into the colt's eyes, "Let me tell you something about cutie marks," She motions to her flank, pulling away her saddlebags to reveal the tornado with a house flying around it. "They dont determine your destiny" She let the bags fall back into place, "You are what you make of yourself." She turned to Ruby, "I dont believe I caught your name." She was about to continue, but something caught her eye. Looking though Ruby, she grabs Ruby's head and moves it just out of the way, getting a better look at the thing. She squints as she marches around the pony. As she neared, she found that her suspicions were correct, and she jumped around the bend to find!... A passed out Zebra? 'Well thats anticlimactic.' She thought as she approaches the sleeping? form. She moved to jab a hoof at the zebra, but as she trotted forward, she found a nice patch of ice and went flying forwards, landing in a heap on the poor Zebra.

[The Moon States]

No Name got shakily to his legs and trotted in place for a moment to get used to walking with the wound. After a moment he turned to Eris and decidedlt ignored her questio about Hellborn's frantic monologue, "No, its alright, nothing lasts forever. I needed to let Timberwolf go anyways. I don't want any more reminders to distract me from my new job. Why don't we just go back to Moon Tower and be happy, getting a cutiemark deserves celebration doesn't it?" Though his words were happy, his voice wasn't. As it trailed onto the bit about the Cutiemark it held a certain animosity, a bitterness. No Name absently turned to Ruby and felt the cut on the side of his head and took a step away from her, "No, I want to keep this. Its not too deep, but it'll still scar. I want something to remember when I think of Pitch Black."

Eris stubbornly rejected No Name's resignation. "Still, could fetch a nice price." She looked into the colt's eyes, "Let me tell you something about cutie marks," She motions to her flank, pulling away her saddlebags to reveal the tornado with a house flying around it. "They dont determine your destiny" She let the bags fall back into place, "You are what you make of yourself." She turned to Ruby, "I dont believe I caught your name." She was about to continue, but something caught her eye. Looking though Ruby, she grabs Ruby's head and moves it just out of the way, getting a better look at the thing. She squints as she marches around the pony. As she neared, she found that her suspicions were correct, and she jumped around the bend to find!... A passed out Zebra? 'Well thats anticlimactic.' She thought as she approaches the sleeping? form. She moved to jab a hoof at the zebra, but as she trotted forward, she found a nice patch of ice and went flying forwards, landing in a heap on the poor Zebra.

From the doldrums of slumber Katai was enjoying peacefully she reached past the shroud of unconsciousness and thought she could catch the slight tenure of voices but couldn't take a straight thought. And just as she was about to go back into the gentle veil of sleep she felt a cascade of mass crush into her side. Eyes popping open in shock and full awareness Katai flipped onto her front hooves and onto her four hooves facing the general direction of the crashing mass. Or at least that was the intention. The moment Katai landed on her front hooves she slipped on an adjacent patch of ice to that which the pony that crashed into her was. Muzzle bruised and ego only slightly hurt Katai peeked through her hood and looked at the pony in a similar grounded face first position as herself. "Uhh, hi! Fancy meeting you here..." she tried to pass of not having wanted to follow them before unfortunately falling into a state of exhaustion.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline stopped at the door, her eyes flashed back to the two mane dye bottles sitting in her saddle bags. With a heavy sigh, she levitated her things about her and closed the hotel room door, following Thunder out. She had just slipped her light armor on over her weirdly flowing mane when she remembered to return the room key. She half chucked the key at the dozing mare's head, and ran out the door. She knew that if she lingered inside, she wouldnt leave. She resolved to not let her predilections from a hundred years ago restrict her, so she charged out and stood nervously next to Thunder. Staring around, Marci tripped over her words, "I-I dont, I really dont know..." The alicorn was trying her very best not to cast an invisibility spell over herself, for that would be a waste of good magic.

A blast of cool air shot into Thunder as he exited the building. 'The skies seem brighter today.' He thought to himself. Turning his head to face Marci as she spoke, Thunder couldn't help but notice her peculiar attitude. Not knowing of the persecution Marciline had gone through in her lifetime due to her mane, Thunder Flare was wondering why Marci acting as she was. She was sticking much more closely to him than usual and was stuttering. He saw Marci constantly looking around, as if she were wary of something, or somepony. Nudging her, he asked, "is everythin' ok, Marci? You're actin' kind a' oddly." Thinking about what could have caused such a change in her so suddenly, his mind was drawn to the dyes she had been about to use moments ago. "Oh, Marci, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make ya feel like ya had t' not use the dyes. I didn't meant t' put pressure on ya."

[Fralinia]

Bright whirled around to find a ghoul standing in front of him, looking him dead in the eye. He stumbled back and began to speak.
"Who the hell are you? I'll tell you about who we may or may not have seen once I know if I can trust you." He threw on a defiant, bold face and stared the ghoul down. These ghouls were a pain. One wanted to kill him, the other wants to find the would-be murderer, argh.

There's to many ghouls. And they never are the same as the next.

Looking back to Red Dawn and Butch, Bright motioned for them to come forward.
I'm not going to argue with this one alone, like with that bloody Pitch. Now I've got backup.

"Forgive me." said the ghoul, levitating his hat in respect. "I'm Bounty Hunt, I'm a bounty hunter and I've hunting down a certain traitor of a ghoul, who goes by the name of Pitch Black; I've been chasing him for three hundred years, from one end of the wasteland to the other. Now, have you seen him? It's important! Don't say you haven't. I can smell his stench all around here. I just want to make sure that I'm the right track."

Bright began speaking very rapidly.
"Yeah, I've seen the bloody idiot! I was just yellin' at him for how much of a lying two-faced son of a gun he is yesterday in the courtyard! Then he threw a couple of grenades into the crowd like a coward and teleported away. Oh, and get this, the bastard can teleport!" Bright looked to Butch and Red Dawn for backup. He needed his point proven.

You explained this so calmly to them a few minutes ago, why are you yelling at this pony now?

One of them was an alicorn. They demand respect just with their imposing presence. And you saw as well as I did those swords on that griffon.

You know as well as I do that it's because you blindly trusted those two on nothing but their word and you haven't gotten enough chatter out of this one to be convinced yet. You've got to stop being so trusting.

I know.

[Mooseolini]

"Forgive me." said the ghoul, levitating his hat in respect. "I'm Bounty Hunt, I'm a bounty hunter and I've hunting down a certain traitor of a ghoul, who goes by the name of Pitch Black; I've been chasing him for three hundred years, from one end of the wasteland to the other. Now, have you seen him? It's important! Don't say you haven't. I can smell his stench all around here. I just want to make sure that I'm the right track."

Bright began speaking very rapidly.
"Yeah, I've seen the bloody idiot! I was just yellin' at him for how much of a lying two-faced son of a gun he is yesterday in the courtyard! Then he threw a couple of grenades into the crowd like a coward and teleported away. Oh, and get this, the bastard can teleport!" Bright looked to Butch and Red Dawn for backup. He needed his point proven.

You explained this so calmly to them a few minutes ago, why are you yelling at this pony now?

One of them was an alicorn. They demand respect just with their imposing presence. And you saw as well as I did those swords on that griffon.

You know as well as I do that it's because you blindly trusted those two on nothing but their word and you haven't gotten enough chatter out of this one to be convinced yet. You've got to stop being so trusting.

I know.

Bounty was shocked at what he heard, he tipped his hat in disgust.
"Damn it!" he barked, through his scarf, "So, the bastard, was just here and I missed him! That filthy, bloody, backstabbing, rotten, no-good, side-jumping, knive wielding, teleporting, rotten, cowardice, two-faced, traitor!!! The king of traitors, I tell you!!!"
Bounty was frustrated by how his target slipped from his grasp, again. After coming up with a rather fitting description of Pitch. Bounty took a deep breath.
"It's been a year, today, since I last had him in my grasp! Last time, he tricked me, leaving me at the mercy of a very, VERY angry Manticore! Of, all the scum, I've been ordered to catch, since the war, Pitch is the most slippery one of them all!! But, I got him this time!! I could smell his fear! If anything, he teleported off to his piece of junk on wheels, he calls a house! I must move fast! Thank you for the information, I'll repay you in time! I'M COMMING FOR YA, YOU BASTARD!!"
And with that the vengeful ghoul disappeared from the group; continuing his search. But, suddenly, he reappeared, before them, tipping his fedora to them once more.
"Pardon me," the unicorn said, "My stay here may be long; as long as my search here. Is there a place where I may stay for the time being? Somewhere that may serve as a base of operations for me?"

[The Flutterlands]

Bright began speaking very rapidly.
"Yeah, I've seen the bloody idiot! I was just yellin' at him for how much of a lying two-faced son of a gun he is yesterday in the courtyard! Then he threw a couple of grenades into the crowd like a coward and teleported away. Oh, and get this, the bastard can teleport!" Bright looked to Butch and Red Dawn for backup. He needed his point proven.

You explained this so calmly to them a few minutes ago, why are you yelling at this pony now?

One of them was an alicorn. They demand respect just with their imposing presence. And you saw as well as I did those swords on that griffon.

You know as well as I do that it's because you blindly trusted those two on nothing but their word and you haven't gotten enough chatter out of this one to be convinced yet. You've got to stop being so trusting.

I know.

Bounty was shocked at what he heard, he tipped his hat in disgust.
"Damn it!" he barked, through his scarf, "So, the bastard, was just here and I missed him! That filthy, bloody, backstabbing, rotten, no-good, side-jumping, knive wielding, teleporting, rotten, cowardice, two-faced, traitor!!! The king of traitors, I tell you!!!"
Bounty was frustrated by how his target slipped from his grasp, again. After coming up with a rather fitting description of Pitch. Bounty took a deep breath.
"It's been a year, today, since I last had him in my grasp! Last time, he tricked me, leaving me at the mercy of a very, VERY angry Manticore! Of, all the scum, I've been ordered to catch, since the war, Pitch is the most slippery one of them all!! But, I got him this time!! I could smell his fear! If anything, he teleported off to his piece of junk on wheels, he calls a house! I must move fast! Thank you for the information, I'll repay you in time! I'M COMMING FOR YA, YOU BASTARD!!"
And with that the vengeful ghoul disappeared from the group; continuing his search. But, suddenly, he reappeared, before them, tipping his fedora to them once more.
"Pardon me," the unicorn said, "My stay here may be long; as long as my search here. Is there a place where I may stay for the time being? Somewhere that may serve as a base of operations for me?"

"You and Pitch, seem to go way back." said Dustbowl, not startled by the disappearance and reappearance of the ghoul unicorn, "We'll keep a look out for the bastard and inform you when we see him again."
"Count on us." said Butch, weilding his swords, "I got a good chop to the horn with Pitch's name on it."
"I think that there might be a hotel in Moon Tower; You may want to check it out." said Red Dawn, she turned to Brightsteel, "Is there one, Bright?"

[Fralinia]

Bounty was shocked at what he heard, he tipped his hat in disgust.
"Damn it!" he barked, through his scarf, "So, the bastard, was just here and I missed him! That filthy, bloody, backstabbing, rotten, no-good, side-jumping, knive wielding, teleporting, rotten, cowardice, two-faced, traitor!!! The king of traitors, I tell you!!!"
Bounty was frustrated by how his target slipped from his grasp, again. After coming up with a rather fitting description of Pitch. Bounty took a deep breath.
"It's been a year, today, since I last had him in my grasp! Last time, he tricked me, leaving me at the mercy of a very, VERY angry Manticore! Of, all the scum, I've been ordered to catch, since the war, Pitch is the most slippery one of them all!! But, I got him this time!! I could smell his fear! If anything, he teleported off to his piece of junk on wheels, he calls a house! I must move fast! Thank you for the information, I'll repay you in time! I'M COMMING FOR YA, YOU BASTARD!!"
And with that the vengeful ghoul disappeared from the group; continuing his search. But, suddenly, he reappeared, before them, tipping his fedora to them once more.
"Pardon me," the unicorn said, "My stay here may be long; as long as my search here. Is there a place where I may stay for the time being? Somewhere that may serve as a base of operations for me?"

"You and Pitch, seem to go way back." said Dustbowl, not startled by the disappearance and reappearance of the ghoul unicorn, "We'll keep a look out for the bastard and inform you when we see him again."
"Count on us." said Butch, weilding his swords, "I got a good chop to the horn with Pitch's name on it."
"I think that there might be a hotel in Moon Tower; You may want to check it out." said Red Dawn, she turned to Brightsteel, "Is there one, Bright?"

Scratching his head, Bright thought about it for a moment. "I don't really know. I think there must be somewhere, but I've never really spent any time in the Tower itself. Mostly I just stop by every once in a while for ammunition. Guess it's probably well worth a shot, though." he looked to the ghoul pony. "I think if you looked, you'd find one."
Bright shivered a bit under his thin cloak and turned to Red Dawn. "Say, you think we could help him? He obviously has some experience tryin' to catch this Pitch."

[Fantrum]

Marciline stopped at the door, her eyes flashed back to the two mane dye bottles sitting in her saddle bags. With a heavy sigh, she levitated her things about her and closed the hotel room door, following Thunder out. She had just slipped her light armor on over her weirdly flowing mane when she remembered to return the room key. She half chucked the key at the dozing mare's head, and ran out the door. She knew that if she lingered inside, she wouldnt leave. She resolved to not let her predilections from a hundred years ago restrict her, so she charged out and stood nervously next to Thunder. Staring around, Marci tripped over her words, "I-I dont, I really dont know..." The alicorn was trying her very best not to cast an invisibility spell over herself, for that would be a waste of good magic.

A blast of cool air shot into Thunder as he exited the building. 'The skies seem brighter today.' He thought to himself. Turning his head to face Marci as she spoke, Thunder couldn't help but notice her peculiar attitude. Not knowing of the persecution Marciline had gone through in her lifetime due to her mane, Thunder Flare was wondering why Marci acting as she was. She was sticking much more closely to him than usual and was stuttering. He saw Marci constantly looking around, as if she were wary of something, or somepony. Nudging her, he asked, "is everythin' ok, Marci? You're actin' kind a' oddly." Thinking about what could have caused such a change in her so suddenly, his mind was drawn to the dyes she had been about to use moments ago. "Oh, Marci, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make ya feel like ya had t' not use the dyes. I didn't meant t' put pressure on ya."

Marciline gulped, she wasnt used to her mane, and this coupled with her regular anti-social tendencies only made her feel like she stood out. Imaginary eyes were staring directly into her soul. She supposed that she had thought everypony would remember the atrocities committed by her race before the Destroyer severed their connection to the Goddess. But now she realized that everything is forgotten at one point. She made her decision, and disappeared. She instantly felt relieved, and she whispered into Thunders ear, "Its quite alright."

[Fantrum]

Eris stubbornly rejected No Name's resignation. "Still, could fetch a nice price." She looked into the colt's eyes, "Let me tell you something about cutie marks," She motions to her flank, pulling away her saddlebags to reveal the tornado with a house flying around it. "They dont determine your destiny" She let the bags fall back into place, "You are what you make of yourself." She turned to Ruby, "I dont believe I caught your name." She was about to continue, but something caught her eye. Looking though Ruby, she grabs Ruby's head and moves it just out of the way, getting a better look at the thing. She squints as she marches around the pony. As she neared, she found that her suspicions were correct, and she jumped around the bend to find!... A passed out Zebra? 'Well thats anticlimactic.' She thought as she approaches the sleeping? form. She moved to jab a hoof at the zebra, but as she trotted forward, she found a nice patch of ice and went flying forwards, landing in a heap on the poor Zebra.

From the doldrums of slumber Katai was enjoying peacefully she reached past the shroud of unconsciousness and thought she could catch the slight tenure of voices but couldn't take a straight thought. And just as she was about to go back into the gentle veil of sleep she felt a cascade of mass crush into her side. Eyes popping open in shock and full awareness Katai flipped onto her front hooves and onto her four hooves facing the general direction of the crashing mass. Or at least that was the intention. The moment Katai landed on her front hooves she slipped on an adjacent patch of ice to that which the pony that crashed into her was. Muzzle bruised and ego only slightly hurt Katai peeked through her hood and looked at the pony in a similar grounded face first position as herself. "Uhh, hi! Fancy meeting you here..." she tried to pass of not having wanted to follow them before unfortunately falling into a state of exhaustion.

Eris scrambled to her hooves, "Uh, Hi!" She felt an odd tinge in her gut as she spoke to the Zebra. She looked over the Zebra, "What ugh, whats your name stranger?" She said lamely, she didnt like being this close to a Zebra, not for any racial thing, but she had heard stories about how devastating they could be in an up close and personal battle. None the less, she stood her ground without breaking a nervous sweat.

[The Moon States]

From the doldrums of slumber Katai was enjoying peacefully she reached past the shroud of unconsciousness and thought she could catch the slight tenure of voices but couldn't take a straight thought. And just as she was about to go back into the gentle veil of sleep she felt a cascade of mass crush into her side. Eyes popping open in shock and full awareness Katai flipped onto her front hooves and onto her four hooves facing the general direction of the crashing mass. Or at least that was the intention. The moment Katai landed on her front hooves she slipped on an adjacent patch of ice to that which the pony that crashed into her was. Muzzle bruised and ego only slightly hurt Katai peeked through her hood and looked at the pony in a similar grounded face first position as herself. "Uhh, hi! Fancy meeting you here..." she tried to pass of not having wanted to follow them before unfortunately falling into a state of exhaustion.

Eris scrambled to her hooves, "Uh, Hi!" She felt an odd tinge in her gut as she spoke to the Zebra. She looked over the Zebra, "What ugh, whats your name stranger?" She said lamely, she didnt like being this close to a Zebra, not for any racial thing, but she had heard stories about how devastating they could be in an up close and personal battle. None the less, she stood her ground without breaking a nervous sweat.

Flipping up into a standing position and wobbling a bit Katai extended her hoof partially for balance and partially as a as how for friendship and became. "My name is Katai, but to friends I may be Kat Kati or K, but no one really uses that. Come to think of it no one I know has been around for a grand while. shrugging in disregard she moved back into all fours and brushed herself off. And who might you be oh colorful one? You may say who you are or what it is you do that matters not in land of blues. Katai said with a warm smile as she rummaged in her small bag for a bag of grass chips.

[Fantrum]

Eris scrambled to her hooves, "Uh, Hi!" She felt an odd tinge in her gut as she spoke to the Zebra. She looked over the Zebra, "What ugh, whats your name stranger?" She said lamely, she didnt like being this close to a Zebra, not for any racial thing, but she had heard stories about how devastating they could be in an up close and personal battle. None the less, she stood her ground without breaking a nervous sweat.

Flipping up into a standing position and wobbling a bit Katai extended her hoof partially for balance and partially as a as how for friendship and became. "My name is Katai, but to friends I may be Kat Kati or K, but no one really uses that. Come to think of it no one I know has been around for a grand while. shrugging in disregard she moved back into all fours and brushed herself off. And who might you be oh colorful one? You may say who you are or what it is you do that matters not in land of blues. Katai said with a warm smile as she rummaged in her small bag for a bag of grass chips.

OOC: Zebra talk, Lolwut.
Eris steadfastly met the hoof shake, "My Name is Eris." She felt just a little awkward, but flushed it away from her, it was obvious that the feeling of unease was her own and that she needed to stop feeling it. So Eris launched an idle conversation, "I've never seen a zebra this far north before. What brings you this far away from the homeland?" She didnt know exactly the distance from one place to another, but she knew that Equestria's boarder with the Zebra lands was far to the south east.

[The Moon States]

Flipping up into a standing position and wobbling a bit Katai extended her hoof partially for balance and partially as a as how for friendship and became. "My name is Katai, but to friends I may be Kat Kati or K, but no one really uses that. Come to think of it no one I know has been around for a grand while. shrugging in disregard she moved back into all fours and brushed herself off. And who might you be oh colorful one? You may say who you are or what it is you do that matters not in land of blues. Katai said with a warm smile as she rummaged in her small bag for a bag of grass chips.

OOC: Zebra talk, Lolwut.
Eris steadfastly met the hoof shake, "My Name is Eris." She felt just a little awkward, but flushed it away from her, it was obvious that the feeling of unease was her own and that she needed to stop feeling it. So Eris launched an idle conversation, "I've never seen a zebra this far north before. What brings you this far away from the homeland?" She didnt know exactly the distance from one place to another, but she knew that Equestria's boarder with the Zebra lands was far to the south east.

Katai cocked her head to the side and gave a blank face. " Is it not obvious pony? I came here on the hooves of my mother and on the hooves of myself. What kind of a question would it be if I asked how you got from your wagon to here? Katai looked quizzically at Eris. "It is the same as asking from where the sun rises and where the sun sets!" bounding up into Eris' face Katai had a mischievous grin and proceeded to hop over her. "Can you see now how I got here with my demonstration plain one? Or must I show you again?" Katai said giggling ant her own quips