The City That Lives (IC, Steampunk/Pony/Anthro/Human)

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Blink
The colt looked up at the mare and smirked. "My daddy doesn't care what I do." He said. Meanwhile, Blink smiled a little and ate the ice cream again, giggling a little and smiling as she swallowed it. She ate the rest of the bowl hurriedly as the colt strolled past on his way out. "I didn't know they gave bruisers nannies." He scoffed at her. Her eyes widened and then a frown creased her brow as she turned slowly still with a mouthful of ice cream. She reached out and grabbed the colt with her hooves. He dodged but was grabbed as she instantly blinked from one spot to another. She squeezed him tight causing him to whine and whimper as she crushed him. Suddenly she lifted him up and yelled into his suspended face, "I'M NOT A BRUISER!" She bellowed, spraying pink ice cream into his face and throwing him at the door. The bell tinkled as he flew through the door which opened as he hit it before slamming shut behind him. She sat down and looked at her bowl of ice cream sadly. Her bright yellow coat under her mouth was streaked in pink from the ice cream. She sniffled and looked at Grace sadly, "Why didn't he leave me alone? That nice mare told him to, why didn't he?" She said softly and looked down at the remaining ice cream before poking it with her spoon. Something occurred to her and she looked up at Grace. "Gracey, do you want some? Here." She said and lifted the bowl to Grace's face, forcing the ice cream to Grace's mouth.

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker smiled and walked in. "About what were you stressing your poor mind so much that you required isolation?" She said in a sort of mocking tone. "I'm kidding, what's on your mind Pell? Maybe we can help with it." She said with a warm smile.

Clock
Clock tapped its hoof twice when he suggested what those things meant. The machine was trying hard to communicate what it meant but was failing. It looked around and tried to find a way to explain it. Clock placed a hoof on Jorgen's flesh face and his flesh flank before repeating the whir-tick-tick-scrape noise which Jorgen thought meant machine. Then it shifted on of its hooves to Jorgen's mechanical faceplate and made the short scratch-click noise. Then it placed one hoof on his chest and removed the other one before making the whir with three clicks in a desperate attempt to teach him what it meant.

Snow
Snow looked at Aurora in shock and dismay, "W-what? N-no . . . What are you talking about?! Silver can't be dead!" She said as tears began flowing down her cheeks. She understood that it was entirely possible and plausible. She placed her paws on her face and silently sniffled. "I-I . . . I can't thank you for this, not this. . . But I should." She said softly and rubbed tears out of her eyes. "He . . . He was asking for it I guess, and I helped him . . . I can't believe somebody sold him out." She said softly and began crying into her paws.

Angel
Angel nodded, "Selective amnesia? I guess something as important as that would make sense." She said and nodded again. "Then let's go." She said and stood up before leaving the money for their drinks on her saucer. She walked out and led Beau down the streets into the better half of the commercial district, just on the edge of the upper class district to a building with a picture of the medical sword with snake on a sign outside. She entered and approached the reception area before ringing the bell. Another woman in a labcoat appeared rather abruptly and looked to Angel, "Oh hello Angie, what seems to be the trouble?" She asked. Angel gestured to Beau and smiled to the woman, "Ah, Victoria. My acquaintance requires medical assistance." She said. Victoria looked over to Beau and nodded, "Indeed he does. Can I have a name and profession sir?" She asked him.

[Sungai Pusat]

Blink
The colt looked up at the mare and smirked. "My daddy doesn't care what I do." He said. Meanwhile, Blink smiled a little and ate the ice cream again, giggling a little and smiling as she swallowed it. She ate the rest of the bowl hurriedly as the colt strolled past on his way out. "I didn't know they gave bruisers nannies." He scoffed at her. Her eyes widened and then a frown creased her brow as she turned slowly still with a mouthful of ice cream. She reached out and grabbed the colt with her hooves. He dodged but was grabbed as she instantly blinked from one spot to another. She squeezed him tight causing him to whine and whimper as she crushed him. Suddenly she lifted him up and yelled into his suspended face, "I'M NOT A BRUISER!" She bellowed, spraying pink ice cream into his face and throwing him at the door. The bell tinkled as he flew through the door which opened as he hit it before slamming shut behind him. She sat down and looked at her bowl of ice cream sadly. Her bright yellow coat under her mouth was streaked in pink from the ice cream. She sniffled and looked at Grace sadly, "Why didn't he leave me alone? That nice mare told him to, why didn't he?" She said softly and looked down at the remaining ice cream before poking it with her spoon. Something occurred to her and she looked up at Grace. "Gracey, do you want some? Here." She said and lifted the bowl to Grace's face, forcing the ice cream to Grace's mouth.

The mare scoffed softly as the colt went past. "I PITY YOU!" She scowled slightly before trotting over to Blink, eventually staring in horror at Blink dealing the absurd amount of damage towards the colt. Grace gasped and looked at her in just the same way, eventually sighing as she sniffled softly. "S-some ponies are just mean like that..." She sobbed quietly as the spoon was forced into her mouth, eventually taking a tiny bite out of it and weakly smiling. "I-It's wonderful..." She rubbed her muzzle gently and cried. "I-it's wonderful..."

The mare placed her hoof gently on Blink's shoulder and smiled warmly at her. "C'mon now, little one: What's wrong?"

[Morlodania]

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker smiled and walked in. "About what were you stressing your poor mind so much that you required isolation?" She said in a sort of mocking tone. "I'm kidding, what's on your mind Pell? Maybe we can help with it." She said with a warm smile.

Clock
Clock tapped its hoof twice when he suggested what those things meant. The machine was trying hard to communicate what it meant but was failing. It looked around and tried to find a way to explain it. Clock placed a hoof on Jorgen's flesh face and his flesh flank before repeating the whir-tick-tick-scrape noise which Jorgen thought meant machine. Then it shifted on of its hooves to Jorgen's mechanical faceplate and made the short scratch-click noise. Then it placed one hoof on his chest and removed the other one before making the whir with three clicks in a desperate attempt to teach him what it meant.

"Don't worry about it. Just trying to think. Not my strong point." Pell looked at the cube again, frowning slightly.
"You're a total goof ball, you know that?" Trit sat next to him. "You're a genius, just like me. You're just not one for machines. I've never seen a better swordfighter in my life, that's your talent, that's what you can do better than anyone else."
"If you say so..." Pell looked back to Trit.

"Oh screw it, I'm just going to let my mechanical brain try to process this whole thing. Maybe it can do something my living brain can't..." Jorgen stared at Clock as it spoke. His organic mind couldn't really comprehend what the automaton was trying to convey, but the mechanical part of his mind tried to process the sounds it was making.

[New Babylonia]

Snow
Snow looked at Aurora in shock and dismay, "W-what? N-no . . . What are you talking about?! Silver can't be dead!" She said as tears began flowing down her cheeks. She understood that it was entirely possible and plausible. She placed her paws on her face and silently sniffled. "I-I . . . I can't thank you for this, not this. . . But I should." She said softly and rubbed tears out of her eyes. "He . . . He was asking for it I guess, and I helped him . . . I can't believe somebody sold him out." She said softly and began crying into her paws.

Aurora walked over to Snow and gently placed a hoof around her. "I'm sorry, i really am. Everyone's wondering how he should be honored though, they said you were the only who would really know. If you need to go, i can handle this."

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Mac
Mac quickly placed the parchment where his door had once been. He hurried back to Concerto and ran his hoof along Concerto side as he came up next to him. "Well, we did pay fer the hotel room fer the night and we only have ta check out at 12 o'clock. . . Could head back there fer a while." He said and kissed Concerto's lips. "Then I'll see exactly how talented ye are I'm guessin'." He said with a wink and began the walk to the hotel.

Concerto

Concerto blushed and nodded as he trotted alongside Mac. "Well, that sounds way more fun than going to bed with Shudder and Shiv. There's nopony I'd rather have on top of me than you, Mac." Concerto said with a shy smile as they walked to the hotel. "Then, after we have our alone time, we can head down to my sister's house and I can start making various property arrangements." He said with a smile as he walked.

(Sorry for the short and shitty post; just got up, first post of the day.)

[Crumlark]

Angel
Angel nodded, "Selective amnesia? I guess something as important as that would make sense." She said and nodded again. "Then let's go." She said and stood up before leaving the money for their drinks on her saucer. She walked out and led Beau down the streets into the better half of the commercial district, just on the edge of the upper class district to a building with a picture of the medical sword with snake on a sign outside. She entered and approached the reception area before ringing the bell. Another woman in a labcoat appeared rather abruptly and looked to Angel, "Oh hello Angie, what seems to be the trouble?" She asked. Angel gestured to Beau and smiled to the woman, "Ah, Victoria. My acquaintance requires medical assistance." She said. Victoria looked over to Beau and nodded, "Indeed he does. Can I have a name and profession sir?" She asked him.

"Well, I can speak as well as any man who can remember their first years of learning... so I'd assume there are other memories about, wouldn't you?" Atha strolled with Angel, fascinated with how the landscape around him gradually became more maintained, even adorned with some splendor where it could be afforded, the longer he followed her to the doctor. "This city makes less sense the longer I stay in it..." He professed. "I'd imagine it is no stretch of the imagination to go to sleep one night and wake up the next morning to find that gold makes your pocket's lighter."
When they reached the building, Atha was by no means unimpressed. "Such professionalism and cleanliness... not even a light stroll away from the most decrepit and dilapidated persons I have ever laid eyes on... that I can remember, anyway." He waited to be acknowledged by the receptionist before speaking. "My name is Victor, I am Ms. Angel's personal courier and escort." He thought it best to shed his easily recognized and unusual name for one that would fit for this city, that whether he liked it or not, he was now a part of.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Blink
Blink looked up at the mare in confusion and then to Grace. She couldn't quite understand what was happening but she would answer the mare's question. "I'm not a bruiser, bruisers killed my daddy, I'm not a bruiser. I'm not!" She repeated and looked at the bowl of ice cream and then to Grace. The operation had definitely changed her madness drastically. She looked at Grace sadly, "Gracey? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did he make you cry?" She asked and looked around for a reason. "I made you cry . . . I'm . . . mean . . . Gracey I'm sorry." She said and got up before trotting out of the shop. (When Grace eventually rejoins her there will be a cut along her cheek and her one eye will be blackened.)

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker sat next to Pell and placed an arm around his shoulder. "Well I for one think you're very good at thinking." She said in an effort to lift his spirits. She pulled him close and hugged him without warning. She smiled as she released him and chuckled, "Feel better now oh thoughtful one? Hugs make everything better, well at least Panacea says so. . . Yeah, well that was a friend hug, not a Panacea hug." She said with a chuckle.

Clock
Clock made an odd ticking noise which sounded oddly curious to Jorgen as he switched over, more an expression than a word. One of confusion. It placed a hoof on his metal faceplate and made the words again only now, they were translated by Jorgen's dual brain, the voice of the machine hadn't changed, it was the same noises, only now Jorgen's brain told him what they meant. "Same" it said before moving its hoof to his flesh half. "Different" it said. Then it moved it's hoof to his chest and seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking, ". . . Mix?" It said almost questioningly.

Snow
Snow smiled and nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Ah, yes, his idea . . . *sigh* well, he said he hated death, so he would defy it by making life spring from death." She said and sobbed a little. "Give me a second and I'll be done, just got to fetch something." She said. She returned to her spot under the crank and waited. Suddenly she jumped up, grabbed onto the central shaft and pulled something out from the joint of the crank and the wall. The massive racket like grinding metal stopped and was replaced with a semi loud whooshing noise. Snow made her way back to Aurora and threw down what she had pulled out, an arachnamech that had fallen out of one of its service tunnels and jammed in the 'heart' mechanism. "Done, let's go then. We need an acorn." She said and began leading the way out to a secret tunnel. "I don't use this often, if I did the bruisers would catch on but this is important." She said with a halfhearted smile.

Mac
(Its okay FRE ^-^)
Mac smiled and nodded as they walked. He walked in first when they arrived at the hotel and checked them in again. Next he turned to Concerto with a grin and lifted him up in his muscular fore-hooves while walking on his equally amazingly muscular hind-legs. He carried mac up the stairs to their suite and kissed his lips as he unlocked the door and kicked it open. "Now, ye and I have important business ta attend ta partner." He said and closed the door before locking it so nobody would intrude. He walked into the bedroom and tossed Concerto bodily onto the bed before shedding the coat and shirt he had been wearing. He climbed on the bed and began undressing Concerto between violently passionate kisses. " . . . The business, of that amazin' body of yers bein' all mine." He said and licked Concerto's rump as he climbed on top of him. *Timeskip*

Angel/Victoria
Victoria smiled a little at having found her male name. She nodded and filled out a form before throwing an operating gown at him. "Those wounds are definitely more than just a cut on the face." She said, having analysed the way he walked and stood. "Put that on, keep your underwear on and I'll see to them all at once." She wheeled in a table after he had gotten changed and nodded to Angel, "You stay there, we'll be back in no time." She said hurriedly, seeming to rush him through the doors to her small operating room where she analysed and treated all his wounds, administering anesthetic if necessary. When she was done she wheeled him out and deposited him back by Angel. "I take it this will go on your account Angie?" She asked with a smile. Angel nodded, "Yes, payment settled end of the month as usual." She said and turned to Beau, "Feel better Victor?" She said with a small chuckle.

[Morlodania]

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker sat next to Pell and placed an arm around his shoulder. "Well I for one think you're very good at thinking." She said in an effort to lift his spirits. She pulled him close and hugged him without warning. She smiled as she released him and chuckled, "Feel better now oh thoughtful one? Hugs make everything better, well at least Panacea says so. . . Yeah, well that was a friend hug, not a Panacea hug." She said with a chuckle.

Clock
Clock made an odd ticking noise which sounded oddly curious to Jorgen as he switched over, more an expression than a word. One of confusion. It placed a hoof on his metal faceplate and made the words again only now, they were translated by Jorgen's dual brain, the voice of the machine hadn't changed, it was the same noises, only now Jorgen's brain told him what they meant. "Same" it said before moving its hoof to his flesh half. "Different" it said. Then it moved it's hoof to his chest and seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking, ". . . Mix?" It said almost questioningly.

Pell was utterly shocked when Sunbreaker hugged him. He simply lay there for a moment, frozen, trying to understand WHY she would do that. He turned just a little bit red, and looked at her slowly. "O... Okay..."
Trit stared at Pell for a moment and rolled her eyes. "Goof ball."

Jorgen smiled a little as his mechanical brain processed the automaton's 'words'. "Yes, I am a mix of flesh and machine. Part of me is the same as you, part of me is different than you. I'm the best of both worlds."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

(One Timeskip later)
Pitch peeled his eyes open, and gazed at Roo, lying next to him in bed. His heart was throbbing again, after that ever fantastic experience. He kissed Roo on the nose, and giggled a bit. "You are one amazing vixen, Roo." he said, "You truly are, absolutely, amazing." Then, an idea got into his head. It was an odd idea, considering that they were two completely different species, but, what does he know about biology. "You think that we could have a kid, one day?" asked Pitch.

Rouge giggled and snuggled close to him with her eyes shut. "You say I'm amazing every time Pitch. It's getting old." She murmured softly and stroked his chest as she lay in his arms. Her eyes stayed shut but frowned a little, making an expression of curiousity. "Well, yeah I don't see why not . . . I mean anthroponies are humans and ponies right? I'm not sure whether its the same for my species but I don't see why we couldn't." She murmured and kissed his cheek. "Why do you ask Pitchy Pie?"

[The Flutterlands]

(One Timeskip later)
Pitch peeled his eyes open, and gazed at Roo, lying next to him in bed. His heart was throbbing again, after that ever fantastic experience. He kissed Roo on the nose, and giggled a bit. "You are one amazing vixen, Roo." he said, "You truly are, absolutely, amazing." Then, an idea got into his head. It was an odd idea, considering that they were two completely different species, but, what does he know about biology. "You think that we could have a kid, one day?" asked Pitch.

Rouge giggled and snuggled close to him with her eyes shut. "You say I'm amazing every time Pitch. It's getting old." She murmured softly and stroked his chest as she lay in his arms. Her eyes stayed shut but frowned a little, making an expression of curiousity. "Well, yeah I don't see why not . . . I mean anthroponies are humans and ponies right? I'm not sure whether its the same for my species but I don't see why we couldn't." She murmured and kissed his cheek. "Why do you ask Pitchy Pie?"

Pitch smiled. "Just wondering." he said, "It would be nice to give life, for once, rather than take life. You see, I use to see life as stupid and pointless. Sort of more like a disease, really. But, you have changed that outlook on life, like never before." Pitch kissed Roo, on the lips. "Perhaps, I could make up for my... mistakes, that way." he added, before returning to kissing the vixen, passionately.

[Crumlark]

Angel/Victoria
Victoria smiled a little at having found her male name. She nodded and filled out a form before throwing an operating gown at him. "Those wounds are definitely more than just a cut on the face." She said, having analysed the way he walked and stood. "Put that on, keep your underwear on and I'll see to them all at once." She wheeled in a table after he had gotten changed and nodded to Angel, "You stay there, we'll be back in no time." She said hurriedly, seeming to rush him through the doors to her small operating room where she analysed and treated all his wounds, administering anesthetic if necessary. When she was done she wheeled him out and deposited him back by Angel. "I take it this will go on your account Angie?" She asked with a smile. Angel nodded, "Yes, payment settled end of the month as usual." She said and turned to Beau, "Feel better Victor?" She said with a small chuckle.

Atha groaned a little, stepping out of the wheelchair gingerly. "Not better, persay... but less worried. I know I won't be dying anytime soon, even if my thigh is going to be protesting that." When she referred to him by his borrowed name, he flinched. "I was thinking for sure the subject of your interest as soon as I came out would be my occupation... ma'am." Somewhere in his head, a dusty tome of etiquette opened up, full of stolen words of courtesy and tips in order to be polite in greater company. "You visit this place often?" He asked, lowering his voice for the remaining portion of what he had to say. "What manner of literary schoolmarm requires such regular visits to a healer?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker chuckled and looked at him curiously before she came to a point of interest. "Well, if you think you're so bad at thinking then why not tell us and let us help? It doesn't help you sit here and carry on pondering for days if you really are that bad at thinking, which you aren't." She said cheerfully, trying to pry open his thoughts.

Clock
Clock stood still for a moment while it processed this information. Then it stepped back and held up its hooves and placed them on his hands. "What are?" It said, struggling to formulate questions with its exceptionally limited vocabulary. Usually its knowledge would be equal to the Cities becaise it would be linked to the bruiser network but this one was missing that connection crystal.

Rouge
Rouge's eyes flew open as she realised what he was saying and she pulled away from him and looked at him seriously. "A child of our own? I-I . . . I . . . I . . . Pitch, are you sure? I mean, its . . . I don't . . . Well I do but I . . . " She paused as she stumbled over her words and looked at him for a lengthy time before she smiled and sighed. She wrapped her paws around him and kissed him deeply. "Well, if you're sure about it, then so am I. If I can have a child, it will be yours." She said softly and tenderly kissed his chest.

[The Flutterlands]

Rouge
Rouge's eyes flew open as she realised what he was saying and she pulled away from him and looked at him seriously. "A child of our own? I-I . . . I . . . I . . . Pitch, are you sure? I mean, its . . . I don't . . . Well I do but I . . . " She paused as she stumbled over her words and looked at him for a lengthy time before she smiled and sighed. She wrapped her paws around him and kissed him deeply. "Well, if you're sure about it, then so am I. If I can have a child, it will be yours." She said softly and tenderly kissed his chest.

Pitch was bit scared for moment, when he saw that Roo was lost for words. However, his fears were proven false, when Roo accepted to having a child with him. That is, if they're capable of having a child. As, he and Roo kissed, he wondered what a fox/pony hybrid would look like. "And, if we can't have children," said Pitch, "there's always the next best thing. We can adopt a child, if we want."

[Morlodania]

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker chuckled and looked at him curiously before she came to a point of interest. "Well, if you think you're so bad at thinking then why not tell us and let us help? It doesn't help you sit here and carry on pondering for days if you really are that bad at thinking, which you aren't." She said cheerfully, trying to pry open his thoughts.

Clock
Clock stood still for a moment while it processed this information. Then it stepped back and held up its hooves and placed them on his hands. "What are?" It said, struggling to formulate questions with its exceptionally limited vocabulary. Usually its knowledge would be equal to the Cities becaise it would be linked to the bruiser network but this one was missing that connection crystal.

He's effectively mute at this point, stumbling over his speech trying to formulate an answer.
Trit rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, not doing what she normally would in this situation because of the other person present.

"What are... What? What are you? What am I? We need to extend your vocabulary... I think... Do I have one of those?" Jorgen looked around for a moment. "I think I have one of the Bruiser Vocabulary Crystals... Not the connection one, just the speech part..." He contemplated this for a moment, trying to remember.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Mac
(Its okay FRE ^-^)
Mac smiled and nodded as they walked. He walked in first when they arrived at the hotel and checked them in again. Next he turned to Concerto with a grin and lifted him up in his muscular fore-hooves while walking on his equally amazingly muscular hind-legs. He carried mac up the stairs to their suite and kissed his lips as he unlocked the door and kicked it open. "Now, ye and I have important business ta attend ta partner." He said and closed the door before locking it so nobody would intrude. He walked into the bedroom and tossed Concerto bodily onto the bed before shedding the coat and shirt he had been wearing. He climbed on the bed and began undressing Concerto between violently passionate kisses. " . . . The business, of that amazin' body of yers bein' all mine." He said and licked Concerto's rump as he climbed on top of him. *Timeskip*

Concerto

Concerto panted, his body twitching a little. "Oh, Mac...That was more amazing than I ever would have thought possible..." Concerto said, panting, a blush on his face. "That was much, much more amazing than my night with Shudder and Shiv..." Concerto said, embracing Mac in a deep hug. He didn't know why, but there was something incredibly satisfying about going to bed with the pony he loved instead of having one night stands with random stallions. "Well, as amazing as that was...it'd probably be a good idea to go ahead and head down to my sister's soon..." Concerto said, gently nuzzling Mac's neck as he hugged him a little tighter.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Atha groaned a little, stepping out of the wheelchair gingerly. "Not better, persay... but less worried. I know I won't be dying anytime soon, even if my thigh is going to be protesting that." When she referred to him by his borrowed name, he flinched. "I was thinking for sure the subject of your interest as soon as I came out would be my occupation... ma'am." Somewhere in his head, a dusty tome of etiquette opened up, full of stolen words of courtesy and tips in order to be polite in greater company. "You visit this place often?" He asked, lowering his voice for the remaining portion of what he had to say. "What manner of literary schoolmarm requires such regular visits to a healer?"

Victoria chuckled as she overheard what he said, "The kind who has an addiction to picking fights with male chauvinistic pigs, of which there are more than a few." She said as she washed some of Beau's blood off her hands. "Angie over there was in her last week with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. The other guy needed surgery." She said and chuckled as she went off to the back of the hospital. Angel looked rather irritated that Victoria had told Beau. "Well, it was hardly my fault he stepped into that door." She muttered. Victoria yelled from somewhere inside, demonstrating her amazing hearing once more, "Hun, you pushed him into a stone pounder. He lost his legs, among other important members." She said and chuckled. Angel folded her arms and harrumphed indignantly. "Well, next time I'll be sure to just let the swine tell me where my place is why don't I? Of course, just let the coarse bastard tell you where you belong Angie, it'll all be fine. NO!" She yelled and looked at Victoria angrily. Victoria smiled and hugged Angie, "Calm yourself Angie, nobody actually complained besides him." She said and walked away. Angel turned to Beau and sighed, "Well, now you know. I beat up idiots in my spare time." She said with a scowl.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Rouge
Rouge smiled and kissed Pitch again. "That sounds good, but if we can, I want to be the mother . . . Its . . . Its more special then." She said and let her soft paw rest on his cheek. "A bit of me and a bit of you, the most special fox or pony around." She said with a giggle and rested her head on his chest. She wrapped a paw around one of his hooves, "From what one of the others at the Cabaret told me, it's painful . . . So long as I have you by my side I can go through any pain." She said softly and pulled the blankets up around them as she closed her eyes again.

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker looked at Pell for a while and then hung her head in disappointment. "I . . . I guess I'm not trustworthy enough then." She said softly and stood up to leave. "I'll leave you two to work it out." She said and left the bedroom before heading back to the production room where she saw Jorgen conversing with t Clock although she couldn't understand it at all.

Clock
Clock moved both its hooves to the same hand and lifted it up before tapping it. "What is?" It asked curiously and turned to look at Sunbreaker before looking back to Jorgen and repeating, "What is?" It held up a hoof, "Hoof." It pointed at his hand, "Not hoof, what is?" It said again.

Mac
Mac was absolutely drenched in sweat and so where the sheets he was on. He opened his eyes and smiled before rolling the two so he was on top of Concerto again. He wrapped his hooves around his lovers body and kissed him deeply. Then he smiled and licked some of the sweat off of Concerto's chest where it had mixed with his own. "Ye're not goin' anywhere Concerto ye beast." He said and pulled the covers over the two as he locked Concerto in a hug with his strong muscles. "I have ye until somepony comes ta kick us out and ye've got me 'til then. Its my first time after all, ye gonna just make me stop now?" He asked and dived under the covers where he began repeatedly kissing Concerto's stomach. He popped up again and pressed his snout close to Concerto's. "By the way, yer more talented in bed than on stage, I hope ye know that." He said and grinned. "It's yer choice, again but different or we leave ta yer sister's." He said and rubbed Concerto's rump with his thighs as he kissed him again.

[Crumlark]

Victoria chuckled as she overheard what he said, "The kind who has an addiction to picking fights with male chauvinistic pigs, of which there are more than a few." She said as she washed some of Beau's blood off her hands. "Angie over there was in her last week with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. The other guy needed surgery." She said and chuckled as she went off to the back of the hospital. Angel looked rather irritated that Victoria had told Beau. "Well, it was hardly my fault he stepped into that door." She muttered. Victoria yelled from somewhere inside, demonstrating her amazing hearing once more, "Hun, you pushed him into a stone pounder. He lost his legs, among other important members." She said and chuckled. Angel folded her arms and harrumphed indignantly. "Well, next time I'll be sure to just let the swine tell me where my place is why don't I? Of course, just let the coarse bastard tell you where you belong Angie, it'll all be fine. NO!" She yelled and looked at Victoria angrily. Victoria smiled and hugged Angie, "Calm yourself Angie, nobody actually complained besides him." She said and walked away. Angel turned to Beau and sighed, "Well, now you know. I beat up idiots in my spare time." She said with a scowl.

Athachatelme raised his eyebrows, surprised at the harmlessness she expressed before and this history of violence he had. "You have a rage in you I wouldn't dare to not respect... one that would come in handy robbing people." He grinned. "Did you neglect to tell me of this to soothe my fears with a mistruth of your nonviolence?" Shaking his head, he backed up a step. "I'm glad I am not in the company of an honest fool, at least. Where am I to go to recollect myself, and prepare for whatever shall come next in my life? I hope I am not mistaken in thinking your offer of boarding with you is still on the table."

[Morlodania]

Sunbreaker
Sunbreaker looked at Pell for a while and then hung her head in disappointment. "I . . . I guess I'm not trustworthy enough then." She said softly and stood up to leave. "I'll leave you two to work it out." She said and left the bedroom before heading back to the production room where she saw Jorgen conversing with t Clock although she couldn't understand it at all.

Clock
Clock moved both its hooves to the same hand and lifted it up before tapping it. "What is?" It asked curiously and turned to look at Sunbreaker before looking back to Jorgen and repeating, "What is?" It held up a hoof, "Hoof." It pointed at his hand, "Not hoof, what is?" It said again.

Pell sighed sadly as Sunbreaker left, feeling like a total idiot. The moment Sunbreaker was out of the room, Trit hugged Pell tightly. "You're so weird. Don't be so awkward around other girls than me, goofy." She turned his head to look at her and kissed him softly. "Now calm down and get your act together."

"This? This is a hand. I only need two legs to walk, unlike you. You use four. I use my other two limbs, my arms, to grab things and carry them." Jorgen smiled to Clock, not noticing Sunbreaker behind him. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Mac
Mac was absolutely drenched in sweat and so where the sheets he was on. He opened his eyes and smiled before rolling the two so he was on top of Concerto again. He wrapped his hooves around his lovers body and kissed him deeply. Then he smiled and licked some of the sweat off of Concerto's chest where it had mixed with his own. "Ye're not goin' anywhere Concerto ye beast." He said and pulled the covers over the two as he locked Concerto in a hug with his strong muscles. "I have ye until somepony comes ta kick us out and ye've got me 'til then. Its my first time after all, ye gonna just make me stop now?" He asked and dived under the covers where he began repeatedly kissing Concerto's stomach. He popped up again and pressed his snout close to Concerto's. "By the way, yer more talented in bed than on stage, I hope ye know that." He said and grinned. "It's yer choice, again but different or we leave ta yer sister's." He said and rubbed Concerto's rump with his thighs as he kissed him again.

Concerto

Concerto's blush deepened a little as Mac trapped him underneath his body. "Well, I'd hate to ruin the mood...I suppose that we can stay just for a little while longer..." Concerto said with a smile on his face. He threw his hooves around Mac's neck and hugged him tight as he pressed his lips against Mac's. "Besides, I'm always happy to have you on top of me." Concerto said, cheerfully, as he gently nuzzled Mac's neck. He locked lips with Mac again, and gave him a long and passionate kiss for a few moments before pulling away with a smile. "You know, I might be talented in bed, but you're more amazing in bed than both Shudder and Shiv combined. Any stallion would be lucky to have you, and I'm the luckiest stallion in the world that I'm the one who got you." Concerto said, lovingly, gently caressing Mac's body with his forehooves.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Angel

Angel smiled and sighed, "You haven't been a discredit to the human race so far besides for your suspicion." She said and shook her head, "I was rather honest with you, if you weren't an oppressive buffoon who had certain opinions as to a woman's place in life I wouldn't harm you at all, as you have seen. If you were I wouldn't want you to know so I could easily harm you. Do you see?" She said with a smile and walked to the door and left. "Yes, my offer still stands. You'll be using the guest bedroom of course. I have sustenance enough for two people and honestly, I could use someone to talk to who isn't a professor claiming my degree is a waste of time." She said and scowled a little before continuing with her newly found smile.

Sunbreaker/Clock
Clock released the hand but stayed on its hind legs as its gyros moved to accommodate. "Hand. . . Hoof . . . Walk how?" It asked and attempted to take a step on its hind legs. It took a wobbly step forward but tripped as its quadruped body failed to pull off the bipedal gait. Sunbreaker rushed forward and caught Clock before it hit the floor. She steadied it and asked it to stand on four legs, which it happily obliged. She turned to Jorgen in amazement, "You understand it? You didn't just randomly guess did you?" She asked. Clock tapped Sunbreaker and made a word which Jorgen would have interpreted as, "Good".

Mac
Mac grinned and licked Concerto's neck, "Well, I've got more imagination than 'em and I'm stronger. Ye on the other hand . . . Yer like a fine wine that can only be properly enjoyed if ye take the time ta enjoy it." Mac said and licked Concerto's snout before kissing him between the eyes. "Now, if ye don't mind fine wine, I'm goin' ta enjoy ye a little more." He said and dived under the covers again.
*timeskip*
Mac lay on top of Concerto again with a salty taste on his lips and a strange feeling all over his face. The faint feeling in his rump was more pronounced now and he lovingly lay with his mouth fused to Concerto's as he breathed through his nose and explored the cavity of Concerto's mouth with his tongue. "Thank ye Concerto . . . I've . . . Well . . . " He paused and looked deep into Concerto's eyes before lying his sweaty body on top of Concerto's. "I think my actions speak fer me . . . And if yer's are anythin' ta go on ye enjoyed that almost as much as me." He said and rested his head next to Concerto's, gently kissing his neck as he slid off of Concerto and slowly rubbed Concerto's rump with his free forehoof.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Mac
Mac grinned and licked Concerto's neck, "Well, I've got more imagination than 'em and I'm stronger. Ye on the other hand . . . Yer like a fine wine that can only be properly enjoyed if ye take the time ta enjoy it." Mac said and licked Concerto's snout before kissing him between the eyes. "Now, if ye don't mind fine wine, I'm goin' ta enjoy ye a little more." He said and dived under the covers again.
*timeskip*
Mac lay on top of Concerto again with a salty taste on his lips and a strange feeling all over his face. The faint feeling in his rump was more pronounced now and he lovingly lay with his mouth fused to Concerto's as he breathed through his nose and explored the cavity of Concerto's mouth with his tongue. "Thank ye Concerto . . . I've . . . Well . . . " He paused and looked deep into Concerto's eyes before lying his sweaty body on top of Concerto's. "I think my actions speak fer me . . . And if yer's are anythin' ta go on ye enjoyed that almost as much as me." He said and rested his head next to Concerto's, gently kissing his neck as he slid off of Concerto and slowly rubbed Concerto's rump with his free forehoof.

Concerto

Concerto blushed deeply, panting. "You really are the most amazing pony I've ever had the pleasure of having in my life, Mac." Concerto said, lovingly, before giving a soft moan as Mac rubbed his flank. "Now, I'd hate to rush you or anything, but we really ought to be going." Concerto said, throwing himself off the bed and onto the ground. He threw his bow tie around his neck, tied it properly, went into the bathroom, and wiped his sweaty body clean with a towel. "As infinitely amazing as it is to be in bed with you, it's time to go. We can buck anytime, you know." Concerto said, cheerfully, throwing his things on his back. "I love you, Mac, I really do." He said, lovingly, looking deeply into Mac's eyes.

[Crumlark]

Angel

Angel smiled and sighed, "You haven't been a discredit to the human race so far besides for your suspicion." She said and shook her head, "I was rather honest with you, if you weren't an oppressive buffoon who had certain opinions as to a woman's place in life I wouldn't harm you at all, as you have seen. If you were I wouldn't want you to know so I could easily harm you. Do you see?" She said with a smile and walked to the door and left. "Yes, my offer still stands. You'll be using the guest bedroom of course. I have sustenance enough for two people and honestly, I could use someone to talk to who isn't a professor claiming my degree is a waste of time." She said and scowled a little before continuing with her newly found smile.

"There is a difference between strength and power, Ms. Angel." Atha interjected, thinking of what to say next that might get her attention. "I'd say that there are powerless giants, and powerful cripples in this city. I have yet to see the latter, but the former are very well abundant with what you call 'Bruisers'. Those hulks of steam and steel are likely the most terrifying and strong things that stride these streets, and yet their will is not their own. Much like you, they are enslaved, but you bow to different masters; they to the rich, and you to your fury." Noticing she was leaving the room, he ran a few steps to catch up before the door closed. "Very interesting to hear... I had no idea you boarded with Professors already."

[Morlodania]

Sunbreaker/Clock
Clock released the hand but stayed on its hind legs as its gyros moved to accommodate. "Hand. . . Hoof . . . Walk how?" It asked and attempted to take a step on its hind legs. It took a wobbly step forward but tripped as its quadruped body failed to pull off the bipedal gait. Sunbreaker rushed forward and caught Clock before it hit the floor. She steadied it and asked it to stand on four legs, which it happily obliged. She turned to Jorgen in amazement, "You understand it? You didn't just randomly guess did you?" She asked. Clock tapped Sunbreaker and made a word which Jorgen would have interpreted as, "Good".

"Of course I understand her, I'm half machine. My mechanical mind can interpret the sounds she makes as words. She has a limited vocabulary, though." Jorgen stood up. "And I need to find that Bouncer Vocabulary Crystal I have... So she can talk to me in a more complex manner than she normally does." He walked over to a wall almost entirely composed of drawers and began looking through it, each drawer filled to the brink with parts of varying kinds.

Pell nodded to Trit slowly, calming himself because of her actions. "T... Thanks, Trit..." He hugged her tightly.
"No problem. What else could I have done." Trit hugged him back, before pulling away, kissing him once more, and standing. "We should get back to the Manufactory before we're missed."
"Yeah... We should..." Pell pulled himself out of the bed and walked with Trit back to where everyone else was.

[New Babylonia]

Snow
Snow smiled and nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Ah, yes, his idea . . . *sigh* well, he said he hated death, so he would defy it by making life spring from death." She said and sobbed a little. "Give me a second and I'll be done, just got to fetch something." She said. She returned to her spot under the crank and waited. Suddenly she jumped up, grabbed onto the central shaft and pulled something out from the joint of the crank and the wall. The massive racket like grinding metal stopped and was replaced with a semi loud whooshing noise. Snow made her way back to Aurora and threw down what she had pulled out, an arachnamech that had fallen out of one of its service tunnels and jammed in the 'heart' mechanism. "Done, let's go then. We need an acorn." She said and began leading the way out to a secret tunnel. "I don't use this often, if I did the bruisers would catch on but this is important." She said with a halfhearted smile.

Aurora stared at the mutilated machine momentarily before shaking her head at it. "So..." She began while follow Snow through the secret tunnel. "Are we like going to bury his body, and then put an acorn on it and his body is used by the acorn as fertilizer to grow? Kind of like with corn and fish?" She asked, truly curious as to why an acorn would be necessary.