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by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 31, 2016 7:11 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jan 31, 2016 7:30 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Sun Jan 31, 2016 9:03 pm
Giovenith wrote:Brit and Chrys
The only sound for the rest of the frantic maze trip was the sound of Arrow talking to herself, an annoying habit that nonetheless managed to ease some of the tension that the darkness and looming danger created. It was hard to be completely scared shitless when you had some prissy koo-koo huffing and muttering meaningless complexities the whole way, taking the situation in from an angle that while serious, was probably not the brand of seriousness that was appropriate for the circumstances. While Brit wanted to get out of the maze as soon as possible due to emotional fatigue, Arrow was clearly still in the mindset of making certain that whatever devious little plans she had in mind came to pass.
At the very least, the sorceress was correct about the maze trick: Keeping to the left wall, they ran into no dead-ends, and it wasn't unbearably long until Arrow stopped her forward charge and snapped her head towards one of the walls. Dropping Brit out of her telekinesis, she zipped up and thrust her ear towards the wall, listening close and making out muffled voices. Yes! Leaning back, she saw that the wall was made of a different material than the rest of the maze. Rather than tightly packed bricks, they seemed to be rounded stones packed together with weak dried mud or dirt. In any case, Arrow immediately began to rip away at the wall, digging and pushing down her hooves into the bumpy edges of the stones in attempt to dislodge them. One came crumbling out, revealing a small ray of light.
"Don't just stand there, assist!" she commanded Brit, continuing to dig at the wall.
"I can't be sure," Clover confessed, worried but in thought. "If we had more time, more resources, I could have run some experiments to gauge how your own innate power corresponds with our dimension. From the looks of it, you already have some wonky side effects..." She eyed the wings. "I can easily fix that, but the rest... I don't know. My mentor might have known."
Here the young unicorn looked down sadly, her ears folding. She lowered her hood, exposing her long green and lavender hair all held up in a tight bun with a big, emerald, four-leaf clover-shaped pin. It was quite fitting of who she was, if that was the appropriate way to describe; humble and pragmatic, with no vanity for her locks, but a unicorn nonetheless, thus incomplete without even a little bit of jewely flair.
"Forgive me for being a bit emotional, but it is something of an ordeal," she said to Chrys. "I have been the ward of my mentor since I was very small, I learned everything from him and it can be hard filling in his space in his absence. It has been hard for both me and the princess, what with her father gone as well. If they had been here, I'm sure they would have figured this all out for you and Brit in a matter of mere minutes. I am sorry you are stuck with only us silly little girls."
They finally reached a spot where the surrounding outer space melted back into Clover's crystal ball, bouncing upward back into her hoof and leaving them once again in Queen Argenta's memorial chamber.
by Monfrox » Sun Jan 31, 2016 10:18 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Chedastan » Sun Jan 31, 2016 10:20 pm
by New Aksarben » Sun Jan 31, 2016 11:03 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
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Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The BranRiech » Mon Feb 01, 2016 5:38 am
by Germanic Templars » Mon Feb 01, 2016 7:12 am
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Mon Feb 01, 2016 8:48 am
by Primordial Luxa » Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:20 am
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Northwest Slobovia » Mon Feb 01, 2016 7:34 pm
by Mincaldenteans » Mon Feb 01, 2016 9:34 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:15 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by New Aksarben » Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:51 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Germanic Templars » Tue Feb 02, 2016 7:08 am
by Giovenith » Tue Feb 02, 2016 3:05 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue Feb 02, 2016 8:37 pm
Giovenith wrote:Rache and Willow
Willow was admittedly taken off guard by a lot of things Rache had said and had to commend him for catching them for him.
"I certainly would hope he didn't already make his way to the cave," he said, now feeling a sense of urgency. "Not only would Pansy not be with him, but we'd also have no way of knowing if the other members of the tribes are on their way there either. It will all be pointless if not all three races are represented."
All of this was insanely difficult beyond what Willow could have guessed at. It was trouble enough trying to balance maintaining history with finding their friends (which he held in equal regard), but it would be even worse if Commander Hurricane was blatantly going off-script for whatever reason. Could they have caused this somehow? Was time travel like in the movies where even killing a little bug could cause some great catastrophe in the distant future? No... no, Rache had experience with time travel and he didn't seem too concerned about that. Besides, they had arrived after Commander Hurricane left, so it couldn't have been them.
Rache's thoughts about Cloud Duster were the most surprising to the artist, if only due to how heavy the daemon's comparisons were. Maybe it was because of the different experiences the two of them had with the guy (what with the Private literally saving his life and comforting him at the museum), but to Willow, Duster largely came across as a normal, helpful pony who just wasn't very comfortable talking about his family for whatever reason, who maybe also suffered from a little time period-related moral dissonance.
"You really think he's so bad that you could stuff a daemon into him?" the painter cringed a little. "Don't you think that's a little... extreme? I mean, okay, I know I'm the one who told you to be careful about not judging ponies by their appearances, and you do have way more expertise in that area than me, but that's a pretty high level of twisted, isn't it? How does a seventeen-year-old pony of all things just get that crazy out of nowhere?"
The suggestion was made more chilling given their current location; it was a given that in any military-based society citizens were likely to be lacking a certain warmth to them, but Rache didn't have a problem with any of them, it was only the random teenage novice that blipped on his psycho radar. Willow trusted Rache's intuition, but it really begged the question of what could possibly be so damn wrong with somepony like Cloud Duster that he stood out and not any of the soldiers, veterans, or other ponies who were way more likely to have an extensive relationship with violence and terror than a Private.
Yuna. Yuna was one of Giovenith's friends, so he couldn't help but lend some of his own brotherly regard for the godling to the princess. You also protected the peers of the individuals you protected, yes? He hoped Rache was right and that she had put her ingenuity to the test with blending in with the natives. The best case scenario is that like with Rache, she (and the others as well) had been morphed into the appropriate pony race of whatever territory they fell into and were being treated well.
"The best chance we currently have at finding the others is using the diplomacy opening Star Catcher gave us to our advantage," he said. "We'll have to be careful about not blowing our cover, but we can't leave them out alone for too long. I mean, at least you've got me to give you a little bit of information about blending in, but they're just going on their guts. I do hope what you said about Yuna is true..."
Magic? He didn't have a problem with that, not if it would help them decide what to do. He nodded. "You have my permission."
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Tue Feb 02, 2016 9:29 pm
by Germanic Templars » Tue Feb 02, 2016 10:31 pm
by Monfrox » Tue Feb 02, 2016 11:04 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Highfort » Wed Feb 03, 2016 5:14 am
by Primordial Luxa » Wed Feb 03, 2016 9:04 am
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Feb 03, 2016 8:03 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Tonight, basically, Morbus spotted it and told Bob, Bob told Klaus, and Klaus visually confirmed before sounding the alarm. The Luxan devices then confirmed the ogres had passed the property line. We'll need to teach the Building's system to communicate things to a broader chain, and this is where beings such as-" and here she had to wave her hand at Opa, not having been properly introduced yet, "-this fellow come in handy."
Swith Witherward wrote:On the off chance that the ogres have lied to us, I believe I speak for most of us when I say we are not going to be used as unwitting henchmen for another faction."
by Tiltjuice » Wed Feb 03, 2016 8:23 pm
Giovenith wrote:Brit and Chrys
"Magic doesn't necessarily obey the same principles as tangible things do," Arrow explained, looking back down the hall. "If it was capable of seeping into the living areas of the castle, it would have already done so, no walls are going to hold it back."
She frowned and shivered as negative waves pushed through the cold air of the halls and against her face.
"But that's no reason to let anypony else discover it," she said, narrowing her eyes and pushing Brit through the walkway. Hopping after her, they found themselves in a narrow hallway covered in crimson and gold wallpaper, with chatting voices coming from the turn down at the other end. Using her rapid telekinesis, Arrow began to rearrange the rocks back into place as best she could so as not to arouse suspicion, topping it off by replacing the dainty portrait on it that had been knocked down in the two's escape attempts.
The talking from down the hall stopped. "Who's there?!" somepony called.
Arrow froze and exchanged a look with Brit. With the wall rebuilt, them out of the magic-constricting maze, and back to square one - Arrow teleported out, leaving Brit alone to suffer the consequences of whatever was to come.
Round the corner, a face peaked out and spotted Brit. Telekinesis gripped the traveler by her robes and dragged her all the way to the end to face the unicorn: the princess.
Their initial meeting had been a rushed experience, and this tense stand-off was now able to allow a better examination of the Princess Platinum's features. She wasn't very tall, shorter than Brit, and without the flashy make-up that seemed so popular here in Caer Gloriana, her face was no more remarkable than Clover, Willow, or any other pony's. Her bright, platinum blonde hair was another story. As was the common style in the Medieval era on Earth, it was grown out freakishly long, more noticeably so given that it seemed to be very damp as that moment (and reeking of perfumes), her telekinetic magic lifting the tips of her mane and tail to keep them from dragging onto the floor. Light lavender eyes pierced at Brit at first, but then began to lighten as the unicorn noticed something.
"I-Is everything alright, your highness?" somepony else called from the other room.
Clover nodded as Chrys spoke and the young magician lead the way back up the stairs and into the main library.
"It's good to know that you empathize," she said, levitating a few gems, some fabric, and a needle and thread from one of her work tables. "I do hope that after all this we can perhaps stay in contact, and I could see this world that you have responsibilities in. But dreaming is for later."
The needle and thread went to work on the supplies through the air, threading the gems into a necklace and sewing the fabric into a sheath for Mirare. Both were given to Chrys, a quick zap to the necklace stabilizing the Conservapony's form and turning her once again into a normal-looking unicorn. Mirare fit nicely into the sheath, and Clover's magic gently tightened the strap around Chrys' waist.
"Yes, we should go looking for Brit now," she agreed, packing a few more items (including several more sticks of chalk). "The princess is ultimately harmless, but she has been under a lot of stress lately, and it's been doing a number on her. I'd hate to think she's taking it out on Brit. Try not to sheath Mirare on the way, I don't want anypony noticing I gave it to you... we could get in a lot of trouble."
by Chedastan » Wed Feb 03, 2016 9:05 pm
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