Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Suddenly, a hoof knocked on the front door of Ghost's house. "Hey! It's me Dunder, I got some more ammo and ate some food and now I'm back and want to discuss with you that mercenary crew you mentioned!" Dunder said to the door, hoping the ponies inside would answer. He was still dressed in his NCR uniform under his trench coat.

"Come in Dunder." Ghost said.

[La Bandera Roja]

Dunder jiggled the handle around, he pushed the door hard a few times, the metal clanking and bending for a moment before regaining shape. Suddenly, the door swing open and Dunder flopped inside. The pegasus quickly got up and brushed himself off and adjusted his equipment to be on straight. He noticed the griffon and all his zebras. "Oh.... Hello." He said, not sure who they are of if the liked the NCR.

[The Flutterlands]

Dunder jiggled the handle around, he pushed the door hard a few times, the metal clanking and bending for a moment before regaining shape. Suddenly, the door swing open and Dunder flopped inside. The pegasus quickly got up and brushed himself off and adjusted his equipment to be on straight. He noticed the griffon and all his zebras. "Oh.... Hello." He said, not sure who they are of if the liked the NCR.

Black Hawk, or rather, his real name, Dark Heart, turned to the stallion. "Hi." greeted the masked griffin. "Who are you?"
Zing turned and saw the stallion at the door. The zebra foal grinned at Dunder, and rushed towards him, wanting to tell EVERPONY the good news. "Guess what! Guess what!" he shouted, hopping in place, "I got my cutiemark! I got my cuitemark!" he showed Dunder the zebra rifle on his flank.

[Das Metro]

Whisper roused once more from his unwilling state of unconsciousness. Vaguely, he recalled Pitch with some Mare, from therr it was just more uneven stumbling back to the bed. Whisper rubbed his forelegs experimentally, and winced. As before, the bleeding had stopped, but the flesh was still tender, and they hadn't quite closed. Right now, they were just deep, painful fissures in Whisper's forelegs. Groaning, Whisper propped himself back onto his legs from the bed and stumbled forth to the wall for support. Every time he took a step with his forelegs, new waves of pain lashed across his nerves. Whisper didn't openly cry out though, they were constant reminders of his fatal error that led to the death of a friend's loved one. The pain was just punishment.

Voices could be heard downstairs, and Whisper cocked an ear to the door. He could recognize Dark Heart and Ghost, as well as a new voice. Despite his forelegs screaming in protest, Whisper groggily opened the door and practically fell down the steps into the living room.

Downstairs, the unarmored, mutilated Bat Pony stared about the plethora of Ponies with calculating, interested eyes. With his casual scratchy voice, Whisper muttered, "I'm awake."

[Das Metro]

Opium was sat down someplace besides his sitting room for once. At the moment, he was sitting in the large room which served as Blessing's room. It was arguably the largest room in the Club, and it looked like a prewar little fillies bedroom. Opium wanted to make things as nice for his daughter as possible, better than what he had as a child. Opium sat next to Blessing, who was stacking a set of faded building blocks. Opium didn't help, but only watched, and giggled along with his daughter when the tower fell. As she began to stack the blocks a second time, Blessing stopped, and looked to her father, "Daddy, who's Poet?"

"I told you sweetie, she's a bad Pony," Opium replied warmly.

Blessing shook her head, "No, I mean, for reals. How is she bad."

Opium bit his lip and stroked his daughter's curly black mane lovingly, "It's a long story, are you sure you want me to tell it?"

"Yes please!" Blessing piped up happily.

"Well, when daddy was a young adult, just becoming a Stallion, he had to do some... bad things to survive. One day, Miss Poet found daddy and told him she could give him a better life. She took him to her big school, Madame Poet's School of Persuasion. Daddy was very, very happy for a long time, it's where he met Mommy," Opium added with a sad glint in his eyes before continuing, "And daddy did really good in the school! So good, one day, Poet took him to the side, and told him that he was doing to good, and needed to be rid of. So, she had a Griffon try and make me disappear."

Blessing sat and thought, "Is that what happened to your face daddy?"

Opium smiled and Blessing ran his little hoof across one of the five sicklt diagonal scars, "Mhm."

"Oh. Okay daddy, I guess Poet is bad, huh?"

"Very bad," Opium pulled up his suit sleeve and glared at a small contraption on his foreleg the glowed a bright green. "Naptime sweetie."

Blessing nodded, "Yes daddy." Instinctively, she raised her forelegs so that Opium could pick her up and set her snugly in bed.

Smiling, Opium brushed a loose strand of her mane out of her face and kissed her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams sweetie," he whispered, leaving the room. Outside, Opium lightly closed the door and looked at the guard impassively with his odd neon orange eyes. The guard seemed to squirm under his gaze. Evilly, Opium growled in the guard's ear, "One slip up, you'll WISH you'll have died." Opium walked away, up to another Stallion, the same who brought Frost to him. "Blackblood! I have a job for you. Find the Frost Mare, and tell her I'd like an informal meeting. A date."

As he watched Blackblood leave to pick up Frost, Shade then turned to Opium and smiled. "I have installed Olive Oil, as you commanded Opium. I'm sure that she would play Pitch, like a harp from hell. Especially, with him at the emotional level he's at! Heh Heh. Pitch will fall for anymare, now!" Shade crackled. "You know, it's a shame. It's a shame that Pitch has such wonderful talents. Yet he wastes them all on pretty explosions... such a shame... What a fool, he is? HA!"

Opium looked at Shade and nodded. In this case, Shade was correct. Opium had plans for Maregaton, big plans after all that had happened with Whisper and Ghost. Pitch's talents would of been perfect for what he had in mind. "Very much so, but I can wait. Pretty soon I'll have an eternity," Opium said cryptically.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Whisper roused once more from his unwilling state of unconsciousness. Vaguely, he recalled Pitch with some Mare, from therr it was just more uneven stumbling back to the bed. Whisper rubbed his forelegs experimentally, and winced. As before, the bleeding had stopped, but the flesh was still tender, and they hadn't quite closed. Right now, they were just deep, painful fissures in Whisper's forelegs. Groaning, Whisper propped himself back onto his legs from the bed and stumbled forth to the wall for support. Every time he took a step with his forelegs, new waves of pain lashed across his nerves. Whisper didn't openly cry out though, they were constant reminders of his fatal error that led to the death of a friend's loved one. The pain was just punishment.

Voices could be heard downstairs, and Whisper cocked an ear to the door. He could recognize Dark Heart and Ghost, as well as a new voice. Despite his forelegs screaming in protest, Whisper groggily opened the door and practically fell down the steps into the living room.

Downstairs, the unarmored, mutilated Bat Pony stared about the plethora of Ponies with calculating, interested eyes. With his casual scratchy voice, Whisper muttered, "I'm awake."

"Glad to see your awake, you remember Black Hawk and his crew, and this is Dunder." Ghost said when he saw Whisper.

[Das Metro]

Poet looked out into the crowd and laid eyes on a rather dashing Stallion. Although she could clearly tell he was indeed a Steel Ranger of some standing by his rigid posture, even if he didn't quite look it. Happily, Poet descended the stairs with a certain grace that was at times unique to her, and her cohorts. Carefully she made her way to Cylon and smiled. "Aid? Against the Seaddle Coterie I trust? Oh! That's absolutely wonderful! Please, follow me up to my room please, we can discuss this sensitive matter upstairs," Poet said happily and made her way up the stairs.

Cylon smiled, following the mare up the stairs, he got on good terms with her and that is a major success. Whatever information she had to share with him, he would share in return. Knowing her, Poet will put the technology his Steel Rangers have to helping the unfortunate, Cylon wouldn't mind as long as the pony race gets back on track as the strongest species in the world with him and Poet ruling them. The green stallion began trotting upstairs, stopping to glance back at the construction zone and former scene of the Steel Ranger battle from a while ago, memories from the battle that took place on his bunker's monitors suddenly put him into a rage inducing sense of nostalgia as he remembered detesting zebras. Yet it was just three of them that held off a entire fucking Ranger squad with inferior training and equipment. The thought brought a terrible whistle of a unbearable frequency in the nearby vicinity of the stallion, causing every window of The Prancing Pony Inn to shatter instantly, the green stallion held tightly in the grip of his hooves the iron rail of the stairs and bending them out of proportion as the frequency halted.

"Come on everypony... smile smile smile. All I really need is a smile smile smile..." Cylon sang softly to himself, pulling out a bottle of medicine and quickly grabbing for a pill, downing it quickly and cleared his throat. A few deep breaths later and he finally finished the flight of stairs to talk with Poet.

Poet sat down at the same couch she was seated with Ghost on earlier. Prize was sitting on his bunk, a blanket wrapped around him, shivering slightly with the sawn-off set delicately in his lap. In Poet's absence, Miss Fire had gotten Fortune out, who were both sitting together in a similar freezing fashion to Sir Prize. Poet ran a forehoof through her luscious black and purple candystriped mane and smiled as Cylon joined her. "Speaking personally as well as on the behalf of Madame Poet's School of Persuasion, I must say I am very happy to have the support of such a well-kept, disciplined, organized fighting force such as the Steel Rangers! I only dreamed of such help against that plague Opium," Poet said eloquently.

[The Flutterlands]

As he watched Blackblood leave to pick up Frost, Shade then turned to Opium and smiled. "I have installed Olive Oil, as you commanded Opium. I'm sure that she would play Pitch, like a harp from hell. Especially, with him at the emotional level he's at! Heh Heh. Pitch will fall for anymare, now!" Shade crackled. "You know, it's a shame. It's a shame that Pitch has such wonderful talents. Yet he wastes them all on pretty explosions... such a shame... What a fool, he is? HA!"

Opium looked at Shade and nodded. In this case, Shade was correct. Opium had plans for Maregaton, big plans after all that had happened with Whisper and Ghost. Pitch's talents would of been perfect for what he had in mind. "Very much so, but I can wait. Pretty soon I'll have an eternity," Opium said cryptically.

However, sometime later, Olive Oil in her changeling form returned to Opium's. She flew threw the door, and landed with a disappointed look. Shade looked at her and snared. "Well; that didn't take long... How did it go?"
Olive Oil scowled, "I almost had him! But, that bitch of a mare Trit had to ruin everything! Everything!"
"So," grinned Shade, baring his fangs, "You failed? How unfortunate, for you! Though, it's quite fortunate for me, because... I may get to eat you!"
Olive Oil's eyes widened. "NO!" she shrieked, "No! Please! I could try again! Please!"
"Oh, but, you look so delicious!" said Shade, joyfully, he was already drooling at the sight of her in fear. "It's been awhile since I've eaten changelings. They are so yummy, with a creamy and gooey inside, and a crunchy outside! Like candy!"
The changeling mare rushed to Opium, and bowed before him in fear. "Please!" she sobbed. "Give me another chance! Besides, I have information, and another plan! Please give me another chance!"

[Das Metro]

Opium looked at Shade and nodded. In this case, Shade was correct. Opium had plans for Maregaton, big plans after all that had happened with Whisper and Ghost. Pitch's talents would of been perfect for what he had in mind. "Very much so, but I can wait. Pretty soon I'll have an eternity," Opium said cryptically.

However, sometime later, Olive Oil in her changeling form returned to Opium's. She flew threw the door, and landed with a disappointed look. Shade looked at her and snared. "Well; that didn't take long... How did it go?"
Olive Oil scowled, "I almost had him! But, that bitch of a mare Trit had to ruin everything! Everything!"
"So," grinned Shade, baring his fangs, "You failed? How unfortunate, for you! Though, it's quite fortunate for me, because... I may get to eat you!"
Olive Oil's eyes widened. "NO!" she shrieked, "No! Please! I could try again! Please!"
"Oh, but, you look so delicious!" said Shade, joyfully, he was already drooling at the sight of her in fear. "It's been awhile since I've eaten changelings. They are so yummy, with a creamy and gooey inside, and a crunchy outside! Like candy!"
The changeling mare rushed to Opium, and bowed before him in fear. "Please!" she sobbed. "Give me another chance! Besides, I have information, and another plan! Please give me another chance!"

Opium turned around, looking to his daughter's door. He frowned a moment before turning back to the bowing Olive and hissing in her face, "Not here you ditzy little fuck up!" Livid, Opium gestured for her and Shade to follow him back to his sitting room.

[Soul Edge]

Poet sat down at the same couch she was seated with Ghost on earlier. Prize was sitting on his bunk, a blanket wrapped around him, shivering slightly with the sawn-off set delicately in his lap. In Poet's absence, Miss Fire had gotten Fortune out, who were both sitting together in a similar freezing fashion to Sir Prize. Poet ran a forehoof through her luscious black and purple candystriped mane and smiled as Cylon joined her. "Speaking personally as well as on the behalf of Madame Poet's School of Persuasion, I must say I am very happy to have the support of such a well-kept, disciplined, organized fighting force such as the Steel Rangers! I only dreamed of such help against that plague Opium," Poet said eloquently.

Colonel Cylon stared at the Alicorn when she waved her mane, throwing the stallion into thoughts of lustful desire. He paid no attention to the other ponies in the room as he slowly sat across from Poet, he quickly thought back to the words 'Opium' and 'Coterie' and immediately dug through his memories of who they are, but to no prevail. The green stallion stared blankly away from Poet for once, he shook his head and took a deep breath, he really liked this mare and preferred to help her. However, he decided to ask for something in exchange.

"He's as good as dead. All I ask of you is this bitch's head on a plate and the little blue rock she has in my possession..." he levitated a picture of Ainikki from his tuxedo onto the table. "I do hope you like Akira and The Scorchers, because we are going to be working with them."

[The Flutterlands]

However, sometime later, Olive Oil in her changeling form returned to Opium's. She flew threw the door, and landed with a disappointed look. Shade looked at her and snared. "Well; that didn't take long... How did it go?"
Olive Oil scowled, "I almost had him! But, that bitch of a mare Trit had to ruin everything! Everything!"
"So," grinned Shade, baring his fangs, "You failed? How unfortunate, for you! Though, it's quite fortunate for me, because... I may get to eat you!"
Olive Oil's eyes widened. "NO!" she shrieked, "No! Please! I could try again! Please!"
"Oh, but, you look so delicious!" said Shade, joyfully, he was already drooling at the sight of her in fear. "It's been awhile since I've eaten changelings. They are so yummy, with a creamy and gooey inside, and a crunchy outside! Like candy!"
The changeling mare rushed to Opium, and bowed before him in fear. "Please!" she sobbed. "Give me another chance! Besides, I have information, and another plan! Please give me another chance!"

Opium turned around, looking to his daughter's door. He frowned a moment before turning back to the bowing Olive and hissing in her face, "Not here you ditzy little fuck up!" Livid, Opium gestured for her and Shade to follow him back to his sitting room.

Shade and Olive spread their wings and followed Opium into his sitting room. Olive hoped for another chance, while Shade hoped that Opium will let him eat her.

[Das Metro]

Poet sat down at the same couch she was seated with Ghost on earlier. Prize was sitting on his bunk, a blanket wrapped around him, shivering slightly with the sawn-off set delicately in his lap. In Poet's absence, Miss Fire had gotten Fortune out, who were both sitting together in a similar freezing fashion to Sir Prize. Poet ran a forehoof through her luscious black and purple candystriped mane and smiled as Cylon joined her. "Speaking personally as well as on the behalf of Madame Poet's School of Persuasion, I must say I am very happy to have the support of such a well-kept, disciplined, organized fighting force such as the Steel Rangers! I only dreamed of such help against that plague Opium," Poet said eloquently.

Colonel Cylon stared at the Alicorn when she waved her mane, throwing the stallion into thoughts of lustful desire. He paid no attention to the other ponies in the room as he slowly sat across from Poet, he quickly thought back to the words 'Opium' and 'Coterie' and immediately dug through his memories of who they are, but to no prevail. The green stallion stared blankly away from Poet for once, he shook his head and took a deep breath, he really liked this mare and preferred to help her. However, he decided to ask for something in exchange.

"He's as good as dead. All I ask of you is this bitch's head on a plate and the little blue rock she has in my possession..." he levitated a picture of Ainikki from his tuxedo onto the table. "I do hope you like Akira and The Scorchers, because we are going to be working with them."

Poet smiled politely as she turned the picture to face her. The Colonel was certainly straightforward, if a little vulgar. Poet didn't mind much though, all Ponies slipped up now and again, at least he dressed like a gentlecolt. She studied the photo for a moment through squinted eyes and nodded happily, "Oh yes!" Poet pushed the photo back to Cylon. "I saw this Mare just before a bit of nasty business with a 'Frost'. She left once I was incapitated. I'm sure my prestigious Students could find her. If necessary, I can have a Noble look for her. But in return, I need assurance from you," she looked him deep in the eyes, her tone becoming more serious, "I need you to swear that you will assist me against the Seaddle Coterie. Your numbers and weapons are just what we need. Can you do that for me?" Poet asked sweetly.

[Das Metro]

Opium turned around, looking to his daughter's door. He frowned a moment before turning back to the bowing Olive and hissing in her face, "Not here you ditzy little fuck up!" Livid, Opium gestured for her and Shade to follow him back to his sitting room.

Shade and Olive spread their wings and followed Opium into his sitting room. Olive hoped for another chance, while Shade hoped that Opium will let him eat her.

Opium sat and stared at Olive in the more familiar environment. Normally, the Changeling brought better results, she had a natural talent for disguise, but she screwed up on the wrong day. Opium was feeling nice however, he was in a good mood, what with the quick return of Blessing. He cast his haunting orange eyes on Olive and smiled. "Okay sweetheart, you caught me in a good mood. You can thank a lovely little Mare named Frost for you life okay? You get this one last chance. You screw up again, and Shade won't get you," Opium's Orange eyes flashed, "I will."

[Soul Edge]

Poet smiled politely as she turned the picture to face her. The Colonel was certainly straightforward, if a little vulgar. Poet didn't mind much though, all Ponies slipped up now and again, at least he dressed like a gentlecolt. She studied the photo for a moment through squinted eyes and nodded happily, "Oh yes!" Poet pushed the photo back to Cylon. "I saw this Mare just before a bit of nasty business with a 'Frost'. She left once I was incapitated. I'm sure my prestigious Students could find her. If necessary, I can have a Noble look for her. But in return, I need assurance from you," she looked him deep in the eyes, her tone becoming more serious, "I need you to swear that you will assist me against the Seaddle Coterie. Your numbers and weapons are just what we need. Can you do that for me?" Poet asked sweetly.

"Yes... yes we will help push The Coterie from Seaddle. I trust you to aid me in finding Ainikki and the stone she carries." Cylon was in love with this Alicorn, he knew she was very charismatic and must take a cautious approach to win her heart while not trying anything foolish. "I'll tell you more about this stone when the time comes... what are the first steps?"

[The Flutterlands]

Shade and Olive spread their wings and followed Opium into his sitting room. Olive hoped for another chance, while Shade hoped that Opium will let him eat her.

Opium sat and stared at Olive in the more familiar environment. Normally, the Changeling brought better results, she had a natural talent for disguise, but she screwed up on the wrong day. Opium was feeling nice however, he was in a good mood, what with the quick return of Blessing. He cast his haunting orange eyes on Olive and smiled. "Okay sweetheart, you caught me in a good mood. You can thank a lovely little Mare named Frost for you life okay? You get this one last chance. You screw up again, and Shade won't get you," Opium's Orange eyes flashed, "I will."

"Frost?' said Olive, looking down, "I know her... I saw her with Pitch back at the Tavern..." she then looked up at Opium, and smiled. "Thanks. I got an idea of how to get Pitchy on to our side." she crackled. With a green glow, she took on the form of Pitch's dead marefriend, Sunflower. "He misses 'me', so much." Olive said in Sunflower's voice, "This time I will not fail! I will play with his broken heart, like the fiddle it is!"
Shade smiled, enjoying the idea. He turned to Opium, to see if he likes the idea. Though, Shade was disappointed knowing that he didn't get his snack.

[Das Metro]

Whisper roused once more from his unwilling state of unconsciousness. Vaguely, he recalled Pitch with some Mare, from therr it was just more uneven stumbling back to the bed. Whisper rubbed his forelegs experimentally, and winced. As before, the bleeding had stopped, but the flesh was still tender, and they hadn't quite closed. Right now, they were just deep, painful fissures in Whisper's forelegs. Groaning, Whisper propped himself back onto his legs from the bed and stumbled forth to the wall for support. Every time he took a step with his forelegs, new waves of pain lashed across his nerves. Whisper didn't openly cry out though, they were constant reminders of his fatal error that led to the death of a friend's loved one. The pain was just punishment.

Voices could be heard downstairs, and Whisper cocked an ear to the door. He could recognize Dark Heart and Ghost, as well as a new voice. Despite his forelegs screaming in protest, Whisper groggily opened the door and practically fell down the steps into the living room.

Downstairs, the unarmored, mutilated Bat Pony stared about the plethora of Ponies with calculating, interested eyes. With his casual scratchy voice, Whisper muttered, "I'm awake."

"Glad to see your awake, you remember Black Hawk and his crew, and this is Dunder." Ghost said when he saw Whisper.

Whisper glared at Black Hawk for a moment before looking over to Dunder. He didn't recogbize the Stallion, though he recognized the uniform. NCR. Whisper raised an eyebrow and used the wall for support, taking pressure away from his forelegs. Whisper also noticed Black Hawk's merry little band of Zebras. Whisper grinned, and muttered in the same low voice, "I see the runt of the little finally has a use. Shame it was so late, I almost wish I was still free." Whisper chuckled throatily and rubbed at his burnt, though ash covered coat.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Whisper glared at Black Hawk for a moment before looking over to Dunder. He didn't recogbize the Stallion, though he recognized the uniform. NCR. Whisper raised an eyebrow and used the wall for support, taking pressure away from his forelegs. Whisper also noticed Black Hawk's merry little band of Zebras. Whisper grinned, and muttered in the same low voice, "I see the runt of the little finally has a use. Shame it was so late, I almost wish I was still free." Whisper chuckled throatily and rubbed at his burnt, though ash covered coat.

When Ghost heard this statement he gave Whisper a stare that said, don't go there, then he turned to the zebra crew, "I settled this, if any of you raise your voice I'm kicking you outside."

[Das Metro]

Opium sat and stared at Olive in the more familiar environment. Normally, the Changeling brought better results, she had a natural talent for disguise, but she screwed up on the wrong day. Opium was feeling nice however, he was in a good mood, what with the quick return of Blessing. He cast his haunting orange eyes on Olive and smiled. "Okay sweetheart, you caught me in a good mood. You can thank a lovely little Mare named Frost for you life okay? You get this one last chance. You screw up again, and Shade won't get you," Opium's Orange eyes flashed, "I will."

"Frost?' said Olive, looking down, "I know her... I saw her with Pitch back at the Tavern..." she then looked up at Opium, and smiled. "Thanks. I got an idea of how to get Pitchy on to our side." she crackled. With a green glow, she took on the form of Pitch's dead marefriend, Sunflower. "He misses 'me', so much." Olive said in Sunflower's voice, "This time I will not fail! I will play with his broken heart, like the fiddle it is!"
Shade smiled, enjoying the idea. He turned to Opium, to see if he likes the idea. Though, Shade was disappointed knowing that he didn't get his snack.

Opium stood, eyes alight with humor. He walked around the changed Olive and looked about the new disguise. Satisfied, Opium nodded, stopping in front of Olive. He leaned in close, almost at lip's distance, "I see what Pitch found so appealing. I like you like this Olive..." Opium giggled. "Oh, and as I said, fuck this up, and I'll get to have some fun." He giggled again and looked to Shade, "Once I'm done playing, you can have whatevers left of her."

[Das Metro]

Whisper glared at Black Hawk for a moment before looking over to Dunder. He didn't recogbize the Stallion, though he recognized the uniform. NCR. Whisper raised an eyebrow and used the wall for support, taking pressure away from his forelegs. Whisper also noticed Black Hawk's merry little band of Zebras. Whisper grinned, and muttered in the same low voice, "I see the runt of the little finally has a use. Shame it was so late, I almost wish I was still free." Whisper chuckled throatily and rubbed at his burnt, though ash covered coat.

When Ghost heard this statement he gave Whisper a stare that said, don't go there, then he turned to the zebra crew, "I settled this, if any of you raise your voice I'm kicking you outside."

Whisper grimaced and continued to stare at Zing with a special kind of malice, though he nodded when he saw Ghost shoot him a look out of the corner of eye. "Mmm, fine mi Domine. I just hope that the Brothers realize that this Oath doesn't stop me from defending myself." Whisper turned his glare up to the other Brothers before his gaxe settled back on Zing.

[The Flutterlands]

"Glad to see your awake, you remember Black Hawk and his crew, and this is Dunder." Ghost said when he saw Whisper.

Whisper glared at Black Hawk for a moment before looking over to Dunder. He didn't recogbize the Stallion, though he recognized the uniform. NCR. Whisper raised an eyebrow and used the wall for support, taking pressure away from his forelegs. Whisper also noticed Black Hawk's merry little band of Zebras. Whisper grinned, and muttered in the same low voice, "I see the runt of the little finally has a use. Shame it was so late, I almost wish I was still free." Whisper chuckled throatily and rubbed at his burnt, though ash covered coat.

Black Hawk and the Zebras turned and gave Whisper a death stare. Jast smiled and trotted towads him. "Zing just got his cutiemark today while preforming shooting practice. He has good aim and keen eyesight; doubtless, he could shoot you out of the sky if he had the chance. But, luckily for you being under the servitude of Ghost, he may not get the chance. "
Zing turned away from Dunder, seeing somepony else to show off his cutiemark to. He rushed towards the burnt batpony, only to be halted by Black Hawk. "Show him your cutiemark, Zing." he told the zebra foal.
Zing looked up at his boss with a stare. Showing the batpony his cutiemark was what he initially planned. However, he showed Whisper the rifle on his flank nonetheless.
Black Hawk grinned as he watched Zing show his cutiemark to Whisper. He then turned to the batpony, and frowned. "Whisper, why must you bring others into our rivalry? I am your enemy! Not Zing and his brothers! Do I threaten Paradise? No. I do not. I do not wish to hurt her, because you care about her. Now why must you threaten the people I care about?"

"Frost?' said Olive, looking down, "I know her... I saw her with Pitch back at the Tavern..." she then looked up at Opium, and smiled. "Thanks. I got an idea of how to get Pitchy on to our side." she crackled. With a green glow, she took on the form of Pitch's dead marefriend, Sunflower. "He misses 'me', so much." Olive said in Sunflower's voice, "This time I will not fail! I will play with his broken heart, like the fiddle it is!"
Shade smiled, enjoying the idea. He turned to Opium, to see if he likes the idea. Though, Shade was disappointed knowing that he didn't get his snack.

Opium stood, eyes alight with humor. He walked around the changed Olive and looked about the new disguise. Satisfied, Opium nodded, stopping in front of Olive. He leaned in close, almost at lip's distance, "I see what Pitch found so appealing. I like you like this Olive..." Opium giggled. "Oh, and as I said, fuck this up, and I'll get to have some fun." He giggled again and looked to Shade, "Once I'm done playing, you can have whatevers left of her."

Olive blushed at Opium's compliment, but, cringed at his promise. She then reverted back to her normal form and flew out of the sitting room, her mission will begin tomorrow.
Shade smiled. He drooled at the fact that he might get his snack after all. That is if Olive screws up. The batpony turned to Opium. "How much would you leave me?" he asked, "Can I have the head? That's the most juicy part of the changeling. Can I have the head? Please?"

[Das Metro]

Whisper glared at Black Hawk for a moment before looking over to Dunder. He didn't recogbize the Stallion, though he recognized the uniform. NCR. Whisper raised an eyebrow and used the wall for support, taking pressure away from his forelegs. Whisper also noticed Black Hawk's merry little band of Zebras. Whisper grinned, and muttered in the same low voice, "I see the runt of the little finally has a use. Shame it was so late, I almost wish I was still free." Whisper chuckled throatily and rubbed at his burnt, though ash covered coat.

Black Hawk and the Zebras turned and gave Whisper a death stare. Jast smiled and trotted towads him. "Zing just got his cutiemark today while preforming shooting practice. He has good aim and keen eyesight; doubtless, he could shoot you out of the sky if he had the chance. But, luckily for you being under the servitude of Ghost, he may not get the chance. "
Zing turned away from Dunder, seeing somepony else to show off his cutiemark to. He rushed towards the burnt batpony, only to be halted by Black Hawk. "Show him your cutiemark, Zing." he told the zebra foal.
Zing looked up at his boss with a stare. Showing the batpony his cutiemark was what he initially planned. However, he showed Whisper the rifle on his flank nonetheless.
Black Hawk grinned as he watched Zing show his cutiemark to Whisper. He then turned to the batpony, and frowned. "Whisper, why must you bring others into our rivalry? I am your enemy! Not Zing and his brothers! Do I threaten Paradise? No. I do not. I do not wish to hurt her, because you care about her. Now why must you threaten the people I care about?"

Whisper smirked at the Cutiemark, and looked back to his own. However, whatever it was, wasn't quite visible due to the thick ash that covered his sides. Slightly disappointed, Whisper looked back to Zing, then up to Black Hawk. "I threaten those you love because I know you have a sense of humor, and because frankly, I enjoy seeing you squirm and bet huffy. Oh, and if you ever do threaten Paradise, If you even think about threatening her, I'll show you how I earned the title of Whisper."

[Morlodania]

Trit looked at the plethora of ponys in the living room.. Her living room now. Dark Hawk had asked if Kindle could join them. Trit... Well, she didn't like it, to say the least. Kindle needed a mentor in magic, someone to teach him during the early years of his life. In a couple of years, she would have been able to say yes, but... "No, Dark. Kindle need to learn a little more before I can let him leave. If you come back in a couple years... I'd be happy to let him join you, but right now, he barely knows what he's doing."

Kindle looked to Trit, somewhat saddened by this. "But Trit... I wanna join them!"

"Kindle... Once you have more training, yes, but you just don't know what you're doing. I'd be happy to say yes in a couple years. Hell, I'll let you go find them in a couple years if you want. Right now, you need to learn."

[Das Metro]

Opium stood, eyes alight with humor. He walked around the changed Olive and looked about the new disguise. Satisfied, Opium nodded, stopping in front of Olive. He leaned in close, almost at lip's distance, "I see what Pitch found so appealing. I like you like this Olive..." Opium giggled. "Oh, and as I said, fuck this up, and I'll get to have some fun." He giggled again and looked to Shade, "Once I'm done playing, you can have whatevers left of her."

Olive blushed at Opium's compliment, but, cringed at his promise. She then reverted back to her normal form and flew out of the sitting room, her mission will begin tomorrow.
Shade smiled. He drooled at the fact that he might get his snack after all. That is if Olive screws up. The batpony turned to Opium. "How much would you leave me?" he asked, "Can I have the head? That's the most juicy part of the changeling. Can I have the head? Please?"

Opium glanced at Shade as he sat down leisurely onto the couch. "I have no idea what the juiciest part of a Changeling is to be honest. Don't worry though, I won't take too many chunks out of her, you'll have a leg or two left."

[The Flutterlands]

Black Hawk and the Zebras turned and gave Whisper a death stare. Jast smiled and trotted towads him. "Zing just got his cutiemark today while preforming shooting practice. He has good aim and keen eyesight; doubtless, he could shoot you out of the sky if he had the chance. But, luckily for you being under the servitude of Ghost, he may not get the chance. "
Zing turned away from Dunder, seeing somepony else to show off his cutiemark to. He rushed towards the burnt batpony, only to be halted by Black Hawk. "Show him your cutiemark, Zing." he told the zebra foal.
Zing looked up at his boss with a stare. Showing the batpony his cutiemark was what he initially planned. However, he showed Whisper the rifle on his flank nonetheless.
Black Hawk grinned as he watched Zing show his cutiemark to Whisper. He then turned to the batpony, and frowned. "Whisper, why must you bring others into our rivalry? I am your enemy! Not Zing and his brothers! Do I threaten Paradise? No. I do not. I do not wish to hurt her, because you care about her. Now why must you threaten the people I care about?"

Whisper smirked at the Cutiemark, and looked back to his own. However, whatever it was, wasn't quite visible due to the thick ash that covered his sides. Slightly disappointed, Whisper looked back to Zing, then up to Black Hawk. "I threaten those you love because I know you have a sense of humor, and because frankly, I enjoy seeing you squirm and bet huffy. Oh, and if you ever do threaten Paradise, If you even think about threatening her, I'll show you how I earned the title of Whisper."

"Well," said Black Hawk, "I plan on not threatening her. I'm not like you! Now, due to the situation at hand, I'm proposing a truce. We share a common enemy; I too have had my clashes with Opium. Now, together, we may defeat him, and make him pay for what he did to us! Do you accept my offer? We can be... friends, you know? No longer enemies, but, comrades!"

Trit looked at the plethora of ponys in the living room.. Her living room now. Dark Hawk had asked if Kindle could join them. Trit... Well, she didn't like it, to say the least. Kindle needed a mentor in magic, someone to teach him during the early years of his life. In a couple of years, she would have been able to say yes, but... "No, Dark. Kindle need to learn a little more before I can let him leave. If you come back in a couple years... I'd be happy to let him join you, but right now, he barely knows what he's doing."

Kindle looked to Trit, somewhat saddened by this. "But Trit... I wanna join them!"

"Kindle... Once you have more training, yes, but you just don't know what you're doing. I'd be happy to say yes in a couple years. Hell, I'll let you go find them in a couple years if you want. Right now, you need to learn."

Black Hawk then turned to Trit. He looked down at Kindle. "Sorry, kid, but, Trit's right. However, I'm sure that Zing and his brothers will accept you as a member of the family, nonetheless."
Zing rushed to Kindle, and hugged him. "You'll always be my brother Kindle. No matter what."

Olive blushed at Opium's compliment, but, cringed at his promise. She then reverted back to her normal form and flew out of the sitting room, her mission will begin tomorrow.
Shade smiled. He drooled at the fact that he might get his snack after all. That is if Olive screws up. The batpony turned to Opium. "How much would you leave me?" he asked, "Can I have the head? That's the most juicy part of the changeling. Can I have the head? Please?"

Opium glanced at Shade as he sat down leisurely onto the couch. "I have no idea what the juiciest part of a Changeling is to be honest. Don't worry though, I won't take too many chunks out of her, you'll have a leg or two left."

Shade nodded. Now's he almost tempted to make sure that Olive does fail, so he may have an excuse to have her eaten. Maybe he will. Then again, Opium wouldn't like that, so, he kept his peace. Still, he sort of hoped that she would fail. Shade could taste her gooey green blood already.

[Das Metro]

Poet smiled politely as she turned the picture to face her. The Colonel was certainly straightforward, if a little vulgar. Poet didn't mind much though, all Ponies slipped up now and again, at least he dressed like a gentlecolt. She studied the photo for a moment through squinted eyes and nodded happily, "Oh yes!" Poet pushed the photo back to Cylon. "I saw this Mare just before a bit of nasty business with a 'Frost'. She left once I was incapitated. I'm sure my prestigious Students could find her. If necessary, I can have a Noble look for her. But in return, I need assurance from you," she looked him deep in the eyes, her tone becoming more serious, "I need you to swear that you will assist me against the Seaddle Coterie. Your numbers and weapons are just what we need. Can you do that for me?" Poet asked sweetly.

"Yes... yes we will help push The Coterie from Seaddle. I trust you to aid me in finding Ainikki and the stone she carries." Cylon was in love with this Alicorn, he knew she was very charismatic and must take a cautious approach to win her heart while not trying anything foolish. "I'll tell you more about this stone when the time comes... what are the first steps?"

Poet nodded happily, elated to see Cylon on board. She leaned back casually as brushed more of her mane out of her face, "Well, I'm not sure if you're familiar with the Seaddle Coterie, they're not exactly high profile... Very secretive, except to the criminal element or those in the know. Do you have any questions first dear?" Poet smiled patiently and placed a hoof on his shoulder.