Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[Morlodania]

Trit held the kiss until Frost broke it, then breathed in deeply, before being kissed again. She smiled and nodded. "Once or twice I have. Not something you can play often when you're always on the road." She smiled a little more, shivering at Frost's kisses. "You can go as low as you want, Frosty. I don't mind at all."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Trit held the kiss until Frost broke it, then breathed in deeply, before being kissed again. She smiled and nodded. "Once or twice I have. Not something you can play often when you're always on the road." She smiled a little more, shivering at Frost's kisses. "You can go as low as you want, Frosty. I don't mind at all."

Frost smiled and kissed a little lower, "we'll see how far I get before I get distracted." She said and kissed a little lower and lower. She paused at the base of Trit's neck and smiled up at Trit. "You're just to pretty, I can't stay away from that face long enough." She said and wrapped her hooves around Trit's body and pulled her to the floor. Frost stood over Trit and smiled broadly, "Much better." She said and locked her lips with Trit's again.

[Das Metro]

"I will leave you. You are with your loved one. I can respect that. I will return soon brother..." Fury said, his voice drifting off. No Name sighed in relief, glad to have the odd voice promise to leave him. It had scared him at first, it made him think he was crazy, but the voice seemed too... surreal. Like it came from a real pony. "Yeah... I... I love you Belle," No Name said emotionally and turned solemnly towards where he remembered Poet's office to be.

Belle sighed and nodded as they walked towards the office. For once in her life she wasn't enthusiastically waiting to see Poet for another lesson in persuasion or deceit or anything for that matter. She guessed this would be a test of sorts, Poet might see it as a test. Right now though all she could think about was how the world had played a cruel trick on her. Her No Name was damaged, hurt by some cruel slavery practice no doubt. Her perfect, gentle, kind No Name was broken. She sighed and forced on a smile for No Name as she nuzzled him, "We're in this together love." She whispered softly and immediately she felt a little better even as they arrived at the door. She removed her smile, figuring it would hardly be appropriate, and knocked at the door.

No Name smiled ever so slightly as Poet opened the door and smiled seeing the two of them. Poet was overjoyed her dear student had finally found a proper suitor, after so many failed attempts. "Belle dear! What a treat, come in! Come in! And you too Mister No Name, it'd hardly be appropriate to separate you two!" Poet said graciously and stood aside, letting the two in.

"Something... happened Madame," No Name said, "I'm no wordsmith like Belle... Perhaps she'd be able to explain things better as well... I hardly remember anything..."

[Das Metro]

Once again, Gallows shivered and smiled at Cybrony. "Whatever do you mean Mister?" she said, playing the innocent filly again, she knew how it could drive him crazy, "I was just going to go back to my room, surely you don't intend ill of me!" Gallows finished, overacting just a little bit.

Cybrony grinned, he loved the way her innocent act confused his cybermind which couldn't comprehend why she would say this. "Oh I intend ill, of course you'll enjoy it though." He whispered softly into her ear before playfully biting it. "I've got a lot to make up for. Last I recall we were interrupted because I was electrocuted yes?." He said flirtatiously and raked her side with his wing, cutting deep with the razor edged sides and releasing blood from her flank. "Now why don't you show me your room and we'll see how much ill I can do."

Gallows giggled and turned around with a smirk. Her 'room' was really her cell, in the Labs. Still, it was something. Gallows entered the lab smiling broadly, and tracking blood through the sterile white floors right up to her cell door. None of the scientists said a thing, they didn't dare too. As they entered her 'room' Gallows turned and shut the large door, locking it for good measure. "Well Mister... here we are," she said girlishly with faux nervousness.

[Das Metro]

The lead colt shook his head miserably, "Whisper said we were picked because the Lady Nightmare Moon saw us as the weakest, and that for the good of the tribe, we had to die..." In the audience, there was no cheering as the tribeponies watched sadly. There were even some sobs from the mothers of sacrifices, though they were stifled.

Shade smiled slightly, crouched down, to look directly into the foal's eyes. He then, laid a hoof on the colt's shoulder. "Look. You're not weak. Don't you ever believe that you are weak." he said, assuredly, "lady Nightmare Moon sees you as special, and loves you all so much, that she demanded that you, all of you, are to be given to her, so she may take of you personally, like her own children. We are all children of the night. Our lady, just wants to raise you all, herself." Shade smiled even more slightly, hoping to brighten the mood, at least, a little bit. "And you know what? There are also many other little foals, under Lady Nightmare Moon's care, who are just waiting to play with you, once your time here, is done. How does that sound? And who knows, maybe Lady Nightmare Moon, might one day, let you be with your mommies, and daddies, again."

The foal smiled ever so slightly, comforted by Shade's words. He stood up straighter and tried to look brave, though the knowledge of what was coming still hung over them like a stormcloud. Vox tapped Shade's shoulder gently, "Priest, please continue, it is unkind to keep the Lady Nightmare Moon waiting."

[The Flutterlands]

Shade smiled slightly, crouched down, to look directly into the foal's eyes. He then, laid a hoof on the colt's shoulder. "Look. You're not weak. Don't you ever believe that you are weak." he said, assuredly, "lady Nightmare Moon sees you as special, and loves you all so much, that she demanded that you, all of you, are to be given to her, so she may take of you personally, like her own children. We are all children of the night. Our lady, just wants to raise you all, herself." Shade smiled even more slightly, hoping to brighten the mood, at least, a little bit. "And you know what? There are also many other little foals, under Lady Nightmare Moon's care, who are just waiting to play with you, once your time here, is done. How does that sound? And who knows, maybe Lady Nightmare Moon, might one day, let you be with your mommies, and daddies, again."

The foal smiled ever so slightly, comforted by Shade's words. He stood up straighter and tried to look brave, though the knowledge of what was coming still hung over them like a stormcloud. Vox tapped Shade's shoulder gently, "Priest, please continue, it is unkind to keep the Lady Nightmare Moon waiting."

Shade frowned slightly, as he got back up. Even with his own words, he still didn't want to do this. Shade stared at the little foals, each of them reminding him, of himself, when he was a foal. "Why must I do this? Isn't my soul black enough?" he muttered to himself. Though, it was quite loud enough for the foals to hear. "Why must more innocents die because of me?"

[Das Metro]

The foal smiled ever so slightly, comforted by Shade's words. He stood up straighter and tried to look brave, though the knowledge of what was coming still hung over them like a stormcloud. Vox tapped Shade's shoulder gently, "Priest, please continue, it is unkind to keep the Lady Nightmare Moon waiting."

Shade frowned slightly, as he got back up. Even with his own words, he still didn't want to do this. Shade stared at the little foals, each of them reminding him, of himself, when he was a foal. "Why must I do this? Isn't my soul black enough?" he muttered to himself. Though, it was quite loud enough for the foals to hear. "Why must more innocents die because of me?"

Vox glared at Shade impatiently and tapped a hoof while the seven foals did their best to look dignified as they stood, awaiting death. Venator was the one to speak, "Priest, do it, do not deny the Lady of her sacrifices any longer. Are you Umbra, or one of the Death Bringer's kind?" he asked with a wicked grin, presenting an even wickeder looking stone dagger.

[The Flutterlands]

Shade frowned slightly, as he got back up. Even with his own words, he still didn't want to do this. Shade stared at the little foals, each of them reminding him, of himself, when he was a foal. "Why must I do this? Isn't my soul black enough?" he muttered to himself. Though, it was quite loud enough for the foals to hear. "Why must more innocents die because of me?"

Vox glared at Shade impatiently and tapped a hoof while the seven foals did their best to look dignified as they stood, awaiting death. Venator was the one to speak, "Priest, do it, do not deny the Lady of her sacrifices any longer. Are you Umbra, or one of the Death Bringer's kind?" he asked with a wicked grin, presenting an even wickeder looking stone dagger.

Shade looked at Venator. "I don't know... perhaps, I'm nether... I'm not like you! That's for sure... and I'm no longer what Opium, made me into... Maybe I'm just Eclipse.. Priest Eclipse." Then he looked down at the foals. He wondered if he was ever a candidate for being one of them. Shade glared at the knife Venator was holding; it looked extremely sharp. Shade told himself, that he will give the foals, a quick, and painless, death. He reluctantly took the knife from Venator, and brought his attention back to the colts, while still holding it. Shade gave them a confidant, and yet slightly weak smile, as tears began to fall from his eyes. "Well," Shade said, tearfully, "Are you ready, to go see Lady Nightmare Moon? Like you said, she is waiting... Just, know that I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you... I am so sorry... I will... uh... try to make this quick... Is that alright?"

[Morlodania]

Trit held the kiss until Frost broke it, then breathed in deeply, before being kissed again. She smiled and nodded. "Once or twice I have. Not something you can play often when you're always on the road." She smiled a little more, shivering at Frost's kisses. "You can go as low as you want, Frosty. I don't mind at all."

Frost smiled and kissed a little lower, "we'll see how far I get before I get distracted." She said and kissed a little lower and lower. She paused at the base of Trit's neck and smiled up at Trit. "You're just to pretty, I can't stay away from that face long enough." She said and wrapped her hooves around Trit's body and pulled her to the floor. Frost stood over Trit and smiled broadly, "Much better." She said and locked her lips with Trit's again.

Trit smiled to Frost. "I knew you wouldn't last long." She smiles when Frost pulled her down, and kissed Frost back deeply, wrapping her forelegs around Frost to pull her to the ground as well.
(Timeskips?)

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

No Name smiled ever so slightly as Poet opened the door and smiled seeing the two of them. Poet was overjoyed her dear student had finally found a proper suitor, after so many failed attempts. "Belle dear! What a treat, come in! Come in! And you too Mister No Name, it'd hardly be appropriate to separate you two!" Poet said graciously and stood aside, letting the two in.

"Something... happened Madame," No Name said, "I'm no wordsmith like Belle... Perhaps she'd be able to explain things better as well... I hardly remember anything..."

Belle walked in after No Name with a mix of depression, anxiety and sadness clouding her face. She hesitated when No Name passed the task to her. She would tell Poet the truth, all of it. "I uh Ma'am, this morning we were making our way to the dining hall when Diamond Tiara confronted us along with her suitor. It was a continuation of a discussion which began yesterday. Our jabs at each other were hardly civil but this morning she told me, and I quote, ". . . If you want to see Corset again you won't touch me." At which point I slapped her." Belle paused and cringed slightly. That slap could have prevented all this. "She raised her hoof to return the blow but No Name stepped in and defended me . . . After that I believe he lost control of himself, please I don't believe it is No Name's fault though. I bandaged Diamond up but she lost a lot of blood and there is still the matter of Corset." She said softly, feeling rather selfish for bringing it up.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Gallows giggled and turned around with a smirk. Her 'room' was really her cell, in the Labs. Still, it was something. Gallows entered the lab smiling broadly, and tracking blood through the sterile white floors right up to her cell door. None of the scientists said a thing, they didn't dare too. As they entered her 'room' Gallows turned and shut the large door, locking it for good measure. "Well Mister... here we are," she said girlishly with faux nervousness.

Cybrony's hooves were slick with Gallows blood when they arrived at the cell. He paused and glanced around the room. At first he felt indignant that this was all Gallows was given, a cell, then he smiled wolfishly to her, "Rather appropriate." He said softly and stepped closer to her. His first kiss was soft and gentle, his metal lips cutting into hers and causing blood to flow into their mouths. The taste, the rust and salt drove him mad with lust. He slammed her against the cell wall with his robotic hooves and kissed her deeply and roughly, biting her lower lip as he pulled away. "I remember that first kiss. You bit me and the systems wanted to kill you . . . I think I'll indulge them a little." He said with a smile as he plunged his wing razors surprisingly deep into her sides. "You may need a dagger or some such." He said as he kissed her neck softly.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Trit smiled to Frost. "I knew you wouldn't last long." She smiles when Frost pulled her down, and kissed Frost back deeply, wrapping her forelegs around Frost to pull her to the ground as well.
(Timeskips?)

(Timeskip indeed)
The room was filled with thick mist when time resumed. Frost lay next to Trit tiredly with her hooves wrapped around Trit's neck. She smiled blissfully and grinned, "I think these panic rooms might do the trick." She said softly as she nuzzled Trit. "I hope Pell is as much fun as you. How was it . . . You know, for you?" She asked curiously and blushed a little.

[Das Metro]

No Name smiled ever so slightly as Poet opened the door and smiled seeing the two of them. Poet was overjoyed her dear student had finally found a proper suitor, after so many failed attempts. "Belle dear! What a treat, come in! Come in! And you too Mister No Name, it'd hardly be appropriate to separate you two!" Poet said graciously and stood aside, letting the two in.

"Something... happened Madame," No Name said, "I'm no wordsmith like Belle... Perhaps she'd be able to explain things better as well... I hardly remember anything..."

Belle walked in after No Name with a mix of depression, anxiety and sadness clouding her face. She hesitated when No Name passed the task to her. She would tell Poet the truth, all of it. "I uh Ma'am, this morning we were making our way to the dining hall when Diamond Tiara confronted us along with her suitor. It was a continuation of a discussion which began yesterday. Our jabs at each other were hardly civil but this morning she told me, and I quote, ". . . If you want to see Corset again you won't touch me." At which point I slapped her." Belle paused and cringed slightly. That slap could have prevented all this. "She raised her hoof to return the blow but No Name stepped in and defended me . . . After that I believe he lost control of himself, please I don't believe it is No Name's fault though. I bandaged Diamond up but she lost a lot of blood and there is still the matter of Corset." She said softly, feeling rather selfish for bringing it up.

Poet looked at Belle and No Name closely. No Name the whole time had his graze dropped down to the floor, in a mix of shame and confusion. He certainly looked the type capable of such a violent and sudden act, or at least in Poet's own opinion, but No Name didn't seem the type. The way she classified No Name was an introvert intellectual... In her experience they weren't the violent types, regardless of appearance. Of course, him showing up in a beetle like carapace of armor raised some concerns regarding background, especially considering how Sir Prize came across him. Poet bit her tongue, "That is... quite a story Belle. I thought I heard the sound of commotion, but I wasn't sure. Seldom such a thing happens, not since Sir Opium von High..." Poet said thoughtfully, causing No Name to tense up ever so slightly. "No Name... did you intend to harm Miss Diamond in such a manner?" Poet asked No Name.

No Name didn't answer at first, still disturbed by the news of Nameless' death. "N-No... I didn't I remember grabbing her hoof, and that's it... Things went blank."

"I see..." Poet said thoughtfully, "Where did you come from if you don't mind me asking?"

"I-..." No Name paused once more, "I was born into bondage to Opium."

Poet's face darkened. No Name was at least twenty one from the looks of him, and as far as she knew, Opium didn't have any slaves while he was at the school or anything of that sort all those years ago... "Opium? That's odd... But thing's are beginning to make some sense, especially in light of recent intelligence gained from contact with a 'Fraulein Doktor Heroin'..." Poet hesitated before asking No Name the next question, "Do you recall be submitted to any tests?"

No Name shook his head, "No.. I- I don't."

"Of course he wouldn't," Poet thought to herself. "I see..."

[Das Metro]

Gallows giggled and turned around with a smirk. Her 'room' was really her cell, in the Labs. Still, it was something. Gallows entered the lab smiling broadly, and tracking blood through the sterile white floors right up to her cell door. None of the scientists said a thing, they didn't dare too. As they entered her 'room' Gallows turned and shut the large door, locking it for good measure. "Well Mister... here we are," she said girlishly with faux nervousness.

Cybrony's hooves were slick with Gallows blood when they arrived at the cell. He paused and glanced around the room. At first he felt indignant that this was all Gallows was given, a cell, then he smiled wolfishly to her, "Rather appropriate." He said softly and stepped closer to her. His first kiss was soft and gentle, his metal lips cutting into hers and causing blood to flow into their mouths. The taste, the rust and salt drove him mad with lust. He slammed her against the cell wall with his robotic hooves and kissed her deeply and roughly, biting her lower lip as he pulled away. "I remember that first kiss. You bit me and the systems wanted to kill you . . . I think I'll indulge them a little." He said with a smile as he plunged his wing razors surprisingly deep into her sides. "You may need a dagger or some such." He said as he kissed her neck softly.

Gallows was in a seventh heaven of sorts at Cybrony's forwardness. He wasn't afraid of hurting her, like her little playmates before him, they had been scared of her. Gallows couldn't fathom why. Cybrony of the other hand was obviously not afraid of hurting Gallows, and she didn't mind that one bit. Gallows peered to the far end of her room, where all of her wonderful examples of artwork were painted on the walls. "I- I have a razor," she said with a gasp.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Poet's face darkened. No Name was at least twenty one from the looks of him, and as far as she knew, Opium didn't have any slaves while he was at the school or anything of that sort all those years ago... "Opium? That's odd... But thing's are beginning to make some sense, especially in light of recent intelligence gained from contact with a 'Fraulein Doktor Heroin'..." Poet hesitated before asking No Name the next question, "Do you recall be submitted to any tests?"

No Name shook his head, "No.. I- I don't."

"Of course he wouldn't," Poet thought to herself. "I see..."

Belle looked from Poet to No Name and back again in confusion. She was desperate to know what Poet had to say on the matter. She wanted to go save Corset, she wanted to check on Diamond, most of all she wanted to resume her life with No Name. "Ma'am, No Name certainly wasn't himself when he did what he did. I can tell." She said softly and listened further as the discussion continued. Eventually Poet trailed off and Belle stood watching her intently for a moment, "What is it Ma'am?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Gallows was in a seventh heaven of sorts at Cybrony's forwardness. He wasn't afraid of hurting her, like her little playmates before him, they had been scared of her. Gallows couldn't fathom why. Cybrony of the other hand was obviously not afraid of hurting Gallows, and she didn't mind that one bit. Gallows peered to the far end of her room, where all of her wonderful examples of artwork were painted on the walls. "I- I have a razor," she said with a gasp.

Cybrony sighed as he parted from her momentarily. He glanced around and searched for the razor. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him. He opened his hoof compartment and held a dagger out to her, "Use it if you want." He said with a grin and placed the dagger on the ground nearby before diving into her again. He pushed her up against the wall again, making sure the dagger was in hoof's reach, and began raking her underside with his wing razors, drawing deep gashes of blood which ran along her coat and dripped to the floor. "Like I said, no toaster could replace me." He said and grinned as he pulled her close to him and gave her a peck on the cheek.

[Das Metro]

Poet's face darkened. No Name was at least twenty one from the looks of him, and as far as she knew, Opium didn't have any slaves while he was at the school or anything of that sort all those years ago... "Opium? That's odd... But thing's are beginning to make some sense, especially in light of recent intelligence gained from contact with a 'Fraulein Doktor Heroin'..." Poet hesitated before asking No Name the next question, "Do you recall be submitted to any tests?"

No Name shook his head, "No.. I- I don't."

"Of course he wouldn't," Poet thought to herself. "I see..."

Belle looked from Poet to No Name and back again in confusion. She was desperate to know what Poet had to say on the matter. She wanted to go save Corset, she wanted to check on Diamond, most of all she wanted to resume her life with No Name. "Ma'am, No Name certainly wasn't himself when he did what he did. I can tell." She said softly and listened further as the discussion continued. Eventually Poet trailed off and Belle stood watching her intently for a moment, "What is it Ma'am?"

Poet's horn lit up and a set of papers floated itself from her desk. She had been in contact with Heroin for quite some time, and it was only recently that she had received a report from their source. Needless to say it was disturbing. "No Name, was there any point in your childhood where things become hazy?"

"M-Maybe?.. I don't know..." No Name said, not happy with Poet's mysteriousness.

"Well, I think you were subjected to tests regarding a very big project..." Poet said, showing No Name the cover of the report entitled 'Project: Second Coming'.

No Name stared, "S-So?"

"After this little... blank spot, did a burning and seething happen often?"

No Name shook his head, "No, it just started recently, with a telepathic link along with it..." He at least hoped it was a link and simply not a voice in his head.

Poet leaned in close to No Name, "Did this voice give a name?"

"Yes, he said it was Fury..." No Name was growing more and more worried.

Poet consulted the file and her face became pale and she smiled weakly, "Then you're a Harbinger dear. Of the Apocalypse."

"What?" No Name asked.

"Let me explain. Sir Opium has apparently been working on a project for a while. In a mockery of the Elements of the Harmony, called the Elements of the Apocalypse... he's taken seven ponies and tampered with their bodies to the point of what he believes to be 'perfection'. In reality, dear Opium's ideal of perfection is really monstrous. One Element can kill with a single touch, another seems to be a living conduit of magic..." Poet said in a pained voice, remembering Gallows' massacre of Opium, "But, to ensure their augmentations were safe and even possible, Opium opened several more tests for simply those powers. These were labeled the Harbingers of the Apocalypse. If I am correct, you were commissioned as per the Element of Hate..."

[Das Metro]

Gallows was in a seventh heaven of sorts at Cybrony's forwardness. He wasn't afraid of hurting her, like her little playmates before him, they had been scared of her. Gallows couldn't fathom why. Cybrony of the other hand was obviously not afraid of hurting Gallows, and she didn't mind that one bit. Gallows peered to the far end of her room, where all of her wonderful examples of artwork were painted on the walls. "I- I have a razor," she said with a gasp.

Cybrony sighed as he parted from her momentarily. He glanced around and searched for the razor. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him. He opened his hoof compartment and held a dagger out to her, "Use it if you want." He said with a grin and placed the dagger on the ground nearby before diving into her again. He pushed her up against the wall again, making sure the dagger was in hoof's reach, and began raking her underside with his wing razors, drawing deep gashes of blood which ran along her coat and dripped to the floor. "Like I said, no toaster could replace me." He said and grinned as he pulled her close to him and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I- I don't know..." Gallows said with a smile and shut her eyes. It wasn't just her sides that hurt, it was an odd, fully body sensation. It was as if her nerves had been set alight like a fuse, and the fire had spread accordingly. She wasn't even sure if she could pick the dagger up if she wanted to. "I have a toy alot like you named VODNIK, he doesn't have your e-enthralling personality though..." To be fair, VODNIK didn't seem to have a personality at all. "Didn't I promise a demonstration earlier?" Gallows asked, whispering into his ear.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"I- I don't know..." Gallows said with a smile and shut her eyes. It wasn't just her sides that hurt, it was an odd, fully body sensation. It was as if her nerves had been set alight like a fuse, and the fire had spread accordingly. She wasn't even sure if she could pick the dagger up if she wanted to. "I have a toy alot like you named VODNIK, he doesn't have your e-enthralling personality though..." To be fair, VODNIK didn't seem to have a personality at all. "Didn't I promise a demonstration earlier?" Gallows asked, whispering into his ear.

Cybrony refrained from stabbing her again for a moment while he recalled. "Indeed you did. Do I have to stop for the duration of the demonstration?" He said softly and bit her ear playfully. He wiped a hoof in the puddle of blood beneath them and dabbed it on Gallows' face, making a long smear from under her eye, down her neck and ending on her body. He pressed her tighter against the wall and grinned, "'Cause I'm not so sure I'd like the demonstration then . . . But, I am your tin soldier to command." He said softly.

[Das Metro]

"I- I don't know..." Gallows said with a smile and shut her eyes. It wasn't just her sides that hurt, it was an odd, fully body sensation. It was as if her nerves had been set alight like a fuse, and the fire had spread accordingly. She wasn't even sure if she could pick the dagger up if she wanted to. "I have a toy alot like you named VODNIK, he doesn't have your e-enthralling personality though..." To be fair, VODNIK didn't seem to have a personality at all. "Didn't I promise a demonstration earlier?" Gallows asked, whispering into his ear.

Cybrony refrained from stabbing her again for a moment while he recalled. "Indeed you did. Do I have to stop for the duration of the demonstration?" He said softly and bit her ear playfully. He wiped a hoof in the puddle of blood beneath them and dabbed it on Gallows' face, making a long smear from under her eye, down her neck and ending on her body. He pressed her tighter against the wall and grinned, "'Cause I'm not so sure I'd like the demonstration then . . . But, I am your tin soldier to command." He said softly.

Gallows smiled and nipped at his ear, "But you've done so much for me sweetie." Gallows levitated up the razor effortlessly. Just because her body was pulsing with pain, and she was shaking with blood loss didn't mean she had a problem with magic. "I just figured maybe I could return the favor, I mean, you've met dad... I figure he'd be okay with a little demonstration..." Gallows said, dragging the blade along Cybrony's organic part of his face.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Let me explain. Sir Opium has apparently been working on a project for a while. In a mockery of the Elements of the Harmony, called the Elements of the Apocalypse... he's taken seven ponies and tampered with their bodies to the point of what he believes to be 'perfection'. In reality, dear Opium's ideal of perfection is really monstrous. One Element can kill with a single touch, another seems to be a living conduit of magic..." Poet said in a pained voice, remembering Gallows' massacre of Opium, "But, to ensure their augmentations were safe and even possible, Opium opened several more tests for simply those powers. These were labeled the Harbingers of the Apocalypse. If I am correct, you were commissioned as per the Element of Hate..."

Belle looked at No Name in shock and . . . Well shock. She paused for a moment as her mind wrapped itself around the problems. She then sighed and hugged No Name softly. He would need one after that. She turned to Poet with a grim look on her face, "W-what does that mean for us?" She asked softly, feeling a little afraid of the answer.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Gallows smiled and nipped at his ear, "But you've done so much for me sweetie." Gallows levitated up the razor effortlessly. Just because her body was pulsing with pain, and she was shaking with blood loss didn't mean she had a problem with magic. "I just figured maybe I could return the favor, I mean, you've met dad... I figure he'd be okay with a little demonstration..." Gallows said, dragging the blade along Cybrony's organic part of his face.

Cybrony reveled in the buzzing pain of the wound. It felt real, visceral, unlike half of him. It reminded him that he was flesh and blood. He smiled to her broadly and liked up his blood, "As you wish my darling. I am yours to do with as you please." He said with a smile. They were both already covered in wounds and blood but this didn't bother him at all, his systems had learned from Gallows.

[Das Metro]

"Let me explain. Sir Opium has apparently been working on a project for a while. In a mockery of the Elements of the Harmony, called the Elements of the Apocalypse... he's taken seven ponies and tampered with their bodies to the point of what he believes to be 'perfection'. In reality, dear Opium's ideal of perfection is really monstrous. One Element can kill with a single touch, another seems to be a living conduit of magic..." Poet said in a pained voice, remembering Gallows' massacre of Opium, "But, to ensure their augmentations were safe and even possible, Opium opened several more tests for simply those powers. These were labeled the Harbingers of the Apocalypse. If I am correct, you were commissioned as per the Element of Hate..."

Belle looked at No Name in shock and . . . Well shock. She paused for a moment as her mind wrapped itself around the problems. She then sighed and hugged No Name softly. He would need one after that. She turned to Poet with a grim look on her face, "W-what does that mean for us?" She asked softly, feeling a little afraid of the answer.

Poet smiled gently, "It'll be okay dear, both of you can stay, Mister No Name here has become an asset really," she said with an ounce of excitement. It'd be improper given the weight of things at the moment to be merry. "Mister No Name has a direct link with one of the Elements, the most volatile of the bunch as well... It'd do well to try to get information from him dear. As for Mister No Name personally, he just needs to stay out of stressful situations, and be relaxed. It'd also do well to tell Miss Belle when you're feeling..." Poet paused as she turned to No Name, "Particularly flustered." No Name simply nodded and laid his head on Belle's shoulder sadly.

[Das Metro]

Gallows smiled and nipped at his ear, "But you've done so much for me sweetie." Gallows levitated up the razor effortlessly. Just because her body was pulsing with pain, and she was shaking with blood loss didn't mean she had a problem with magic. "I just figured maybe I could return the favor, I mean, you've met dad... I figure he'd be okay with a little demonstration..." Gallows said, dragging the blade along Cybrony's organic part of his face.

Cybrony reveled in the buzzing pain of the wound. It felt real, visceral, unlike half of him. It reminded him that he was flesh and blood. He smiled to her broadly and liked up his blood, "As you wish my darling. I am yours to do with as you please." He said with a smile. They were both already covered in wounds and blood but this didn't bother him at all, his systems had learned from Gallows.

Gallows smiled and did her best to stretch her slender frame between Cybrony and the wall. The razor clattered unceremoniously to the floor and Gallows giggled, "Oh I will my little tin soldier, I've been waiting for this," she whispered.

(OOC: A timeskip would do well here.)

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Poet smiled gently, "It'll be okay dear, both of you can stay, Mister No Name here has become an asset really," she said with an ounce of excitement. It'd be improper given the weight of things at the moment to be merry. "Mister No Name has a direct link with one of the Elements, the most volatile of the bunch as well... It'd do well to try to get information from him dear. As for Mister No Name personally, he just needs to stay out of stressful situations, and be relaxed. It'd also do well to tell Miss Belle when you're feeling..." Poet paused as she turned to No Name, "Particularly flustered." No Name simply nodded and laid his head on Belle's shoulder sadly.

Belle smiled gratefully but also felt a tinge of sadness. Her No Name was broken. He wasn't able to do everything he could thanks to that Opium fool. She also felt a little offended that Poet viewed him as a tool but she let these things slide. Being with No Name was more important than either. "Thank you Ma'am. I do hope Diamond survives." She said softly. She would worry about Corset on her own. . . Or maybe, "Ma'am, Corset is still marenapped though."