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Postby New Aksarben » Thu Dec 24, 2015 12:05 pm

Sterling blinked as he heard Anais explain her reasons and honestly he'd agree. Magic was a dangerous thing in the wrong hands, but the pony was naturally inclined to friendliness and being helpful. That was just how ponies operated. They were open, kind, and helpful creatures by default. At least usually they were, sometimes it was hard to be nice all the time. Or like in Willow's case where he tended to be cynical and introverted. He still cared as deeply as any other pony, just in his own way. But Sterling right now was more interested in the science talk, and how it worked with magic.

"Strange, Is that true for most realms? In equestria we've never bothered to actually look that close at objects to see what they were made of besides well, what we could see at by the naked eye. We haven't needed to look any deeper than that. Human science sure is much more advanced than it is back home..." the pony mused, feeling a tiny bit uneducated despite his time at school. How much else were Equestrians blissfully unaware of? At least Scientifically, politically they seemed to be a lot more stable. Indeed aside from the invasions of other species pony kind hadn't known real conflict for a very long time.

"I've never tried to just grab one of those 'atoms' as you called them. How would moving them around change the properties of the items they make up? Isn't like, an apple atom always an apple atom? What else could it be?" Sterling seemed to misunderstand the very basics of chemistry, the closest they had was like alchemy and similar practices, or magic transmutation.
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Postby Giovenith » Thu Dec 24, 2015 3:43 pm

Aegis and Yuna

Smart Cookie stopped mid-sip at Yuna's admission. She slowly lowered the tin cup to stare at the two of them. "You-"

A repetitive banging came from beneath the three of them, causing Smart Cookie to momentarily the admission. She hopped up and pulled her sitting pillow away, revealing a small hinge door in the floor. She gave it a tug, only for it to be pushed open from below - out popping a wider brimmed, even fancier hat than Smart Cookie's.

"Pew!" huffed a voice from the hat. "You don't dust under here?" The hat was worn by another pony, who crawled from cellar door with Cookie's help.

"Chancellor!" the secretary remarked, backing up and dusting a bit of grime off her own suit. She looked between the newly arrived pony and the door to the cabin. "Wouldn't it have been easier to use...?"

"The door?" the Chancellor shifted her ruffle collar into place. "Maybe for you! But I am a Chancellor. Do you remember why the ponies elected me?"

Smart Cookie looked to the side. "Because you promised to reinforce the southern bridge?"

"Because I know how to think outside the box! Which means..." Chancellor slammed the floor door shut. "... I can think under the floor! Can you think under the floor?"

"Don't believe so, ma'am."

"Ah didn't think so!"

Smart Cookie took a deep breath and another long sip of her tea. "... How did the fertility search go?"

The Chancellor snorted. "Well! Let me tell you!" With a sassy flair and an audible shink, she whipped out a familiar object from an unseen pocket: Willow's discus. "We trotted through the wood, into the hills, down in the low fields, and even near the old river - didn't pick up a thing. As rotten as our luck here is in town, it's the best luck we've got in the whole dayum country we believe. Ain't nowhere else gonna push up even a bean. Who are these ponies?" She slammed the discus' edge down on her desk, embedding it in the wood, before sitting down behind it.

Smart Cookie lowered her eyelids in pointed knowing at Yuna and Aegis. "This is Mister Aegis and Miss Yuna," she introduced simply. "They're lone ponies from the woods. They came to Groundtown for better support during this disaster of our's, and I had to stop folks from burning them as witches."

"Witches? That's stupid, they ain't even got horns."

"Aye."

"Besides, everypony knows the Birds are the ones responsible for this."

Smart Cookie frowned and awkwardly rubbed her head. "Chancellor, the pegasi have sent us word several times denying responsibility..."

"Well the damn Birds are lyin' then! Who else could do this? Huh? HUH???" Chancellor turned to Aegis. "HUH???" She turned to Yuna. "HUH??? See, they agree with me."


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Giovenith gently grabbed Torii by her upper arms so that she could lead her to sit down in a chair. "Breathe, breathe... Kale, could you please bring me a glass of water or something for her?"

The godling stayed guard by the Torii's side, making sure she didn't pass out and fall off the chair, grabbing some paper from her pocket and quickly folding it into a fan to cool her off with. "Keep breathing, don't worry, we're going to figure this out. It's just an accident. Accidental marriage can be reversed like it never happened, we'll fix it."
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Postby The BranRiech » Thu Dec 24, 2015 4:47 pm

"It's not a joke?"

Drova took the letter next, squinting in to read the official-looking letter. He sighed deeply, shoulders shrugging downward, wings crestfallenly drooped along his back. The tips of his wings were almost dragging along the floor as he read the note, officially designating Tora Dimitrov and Drova Kuwori as a married couple, even going so far as to change Torii's last name to his own. While his cheeks were red with embarrassment (And perhaps, somewhere inside of him, satisfying a strange fantasy), he was anything but excited or happy about the news. His fists clenched tightly around the paper, his fangs poking into his lips as he tensed up.

He looked back up.

"Torii, listen. This can't be real, right? We never got married, okay? We don't have to worry about it, it's just a piece of paper." He tried his best at a comforting tone, perhaps coming across as patronizing, or even parental? "We're still friends, I mean, right? You're my girlfriend. It's not even close to being married."

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Postby Tiltjuice » Thu Dec 24, 2015 5:17 pm

Brit and Chrys

'Witches' who were forced to hide behind a solid stone wall, and return with simple food in such a dramatic fashion? And the hamming of the yellow one...well, when in Rome. Chrys winced at the aptness of the axiom; being a child slave hadn't been pleasant for all that it had been stable. She took a deep breath, knowing she'd probably never live this down.

"Ohohohohoh it was HORRIBLE!" she cried out, latching onto Brit with both hooves and laying her forehead across them. "They- they- they- "

And then she paused, for she had never been one really for subterfuge or improvisation, and also to whisper to Brit: "Sorry!"

" - OUR WHEAT AND CIDER!" she bawled out, digging further into Brit's side to hide the giant embarrassed smile she was wearing at faking her way through things in such an over-the-top fashion. Oh! Fashion! The other unicorn, Razzalia, had said something about their being nude! -

"OUR CLOTHES!!!"
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Postby Giovenith » Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:24 pm

Brit and Chrys

Chrys' mock sorrow only exasperated the noble ponies' "heartache" and pity for the residents. They frenzied themselves with gasps and cries, squeezing their faces in shock and damn near brought to tears at the thought of loads of cider and wheat snatched up in the wilderness.

"Those fiends!" Razzalia growled, narrowing her eyes. "They think they can just steal from our kind?!"

Even Diamond had to consider, eyes shifting downward. "Well, Razzalia, we did just steal from them..."

"That's different! They've got all the food to themselves, and they've been cutting down on their portion agreements with us!" Razzalia countered dismissively, shifting from her haughty pity into a genuine temper. "The brutish pegasi are the ones messing with the natural order, not us! The sun and the moon have never faltered no matter the cost to us - that's what separates us from them, integrity. Maybe if they tried being a little more like us, then nopony would be caught up in this disaster at all."

With that declaration, Razzalia straightened herself and pulled her four friends close into a bunch with her via telekinesis.

"Mind your stomachs, ladies! This is going to be a halty ride."

And then they were in the middle of a city square. They had teleported, or as the unicorns called it, "winked out." They winked out again, this time in another portion of the city, and yet again, and again. They were only in each new location for a few seconds, but collectively, the city carved into the mountains would begin to take realized form for the newcomers. Even covered in snow, it was clear it was grand. Ornate carvings and designs made up the walls of (then empty) homes topped and draped with what must have once been brilliant banners (since largely destroyed by the weather), graceful statues, and now-frozen imperious fountains. Glimmering jewels were implanted within the streets, tastefully arranged with purpose, that the different colors and gem types formed swirling patterns all throughout the city - so in that, from an aerial view, the whole thing may said to be reminiscent of van Gogh's, "The Starry Night." Had the place not been seized by the scars of what was clearly a harsh winter, there probably would have been more to gleam, but the time for questions was killed by the rapid teleportation.

Finally, all five unicorns dropped into their destined location: within a small, but richly decorated, plush room. Right behind them as the tiny window the spell had apparently shot them through, overlooking a very high stoop that gave a view past the mountaintops and into the far land beyond.

"I wanted to walk..." whined the smallish pink unicorn, Razzalia's second friend, who had not spoken until now.

"And I wanted a bigger room, but we must make do with what life gives us," Razzalia sniffed. "Now chop, chop! Our princess would not throw our new friends out into the maelstrom, but that's no excuse for them to frolic like newborns here at court! Bring me the sapphiiiiiiiire!"

Thus began the royal make-over of Chrys and Brit, whether they wanted it or not. Three different auras surrounded various supplies in the room, the natural-born unicorn trio using their telekinesis to handle many things at once in their "helping" of the new arrivals. They were repeatedly sprayed down with perfumes and oils, fine brushes and combs ripped through their manes and tails while other products were rubbed in, and heavy amounts of eyeliner applied (this seemed to be a static, looking at the three roommates' own heavily painted faces).

"What a nice cutie mark you have," the pink unicorn complimented Brit, blushing a bit at her own speaking. "You must be a very talented magician." This was followed by her telekinesis forcing a puce-colored gown onto her, the ribbons around her abdomen pulling themselves into a tight bow.

"Oh, oh, I want to use the topaz on her!" Diamond said excitedly, hovering three yellow stones and pointing at Chrys.

"Topaz! Don't be daft!" Razzalia chastised her friend, instead hovering in three green stones. "Emerald will draw attention to her better features."

"I supposed you are right. Sugar Glass! Do you know where the pins are?"

Soon the torture was over, and the trio stepped back to brightly admire their work. The conditioning in Brit and Chrys' hair was deep and would probably last a month, rendering it shiny, bouncy, and soft. They'd been forced into puce and champagne colored gowns respectively, and been tucked here and there will all sorts of shimmering accessories. The make-up was ornate and eccentric to the point of clownishness, the friends not having stopped at mere liner and shadow, but going so far as to draw little detailed swirls, stars, and symbols around their eyes, dotting their corners, lids, and even spreading into the cheeks, all evenly coated with dabs of glitter.

Diamond burst into tears again. "We are so talenteeeeeeed!"

"COME!" Razzalia flourished toward the door. "Now you must be famished! These carrots shall not deliver themselves!"
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Postby Northwest Slobovia » Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:02 pm

New Aksarben wrote:"Jedi do many thing with force-Power. Strongest even predict future, see visions, even retain conciousness-life past death. Strongest in force can retain themselves past death and guide living as Force-Ghost. Many also say-think lightsaber only able to use by Jedi, as the crystal used is strong in force too, heavily reactant to Jedi owner. EVen have their own signature within force. Maghrl able to find lightsaber no matter how far away lightsabers."

Sandy leaned back contemplatively, hand on his chin, index finger touching his lip, as he listened to the Jedi describe his abilities and those of his enemies. He thought for a few seconds after Maghrl finished speaking, nodding slowly. "So what we know of the Jedi is correct, even though we know it only as stories. I wonder if that means something." Sandy gazed down at the table as he considered that, but soon shook his head: he had no answers for that, only more questions. If Demens could grab living things and move them into his world, could he -- or one of his peers -- directly move information between universes? If and so, why?

Sandy looked up at Maghrl and Asdra, smiling brightly: teaching was almost as fun as learning. "Since you're new here, I guess you're probably interested in what's here. Is there anything you'd like to know about first? I'll come out and say that since we haven't been here too much longer than you have, there's still plenty we need to learn ourselves. There are places we've heard of we haven't even visited, much less explored, and the few we've visited, we've barely scratched the surface of."
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Postby Primordial Luxa » Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:15 pm

Aegis - Seabiscuit edition

Aegis gave Yuna a worried look as he widened his eyes and pursed his lips. This was in response to her use of the term “Another World”. He wanted to avoid any rash assumptions and was sure that the quickest way to be labeled witches or insane was to claim to be from another world. He was about to try and drink his tea but he was quickly distracted by Chancellor Puddingheads sudden and strange entrance to the quaint rural house. He quickly dismissed the Chancellor as a hopeless eccentric, given to grandiose gestures and actions judging by her tunnelling and language.

However his eyes locked onto the discus as it appeared and he jumped slightly when it was thrown at the table. He considered making a sudden distraction so that Yuna or he could grab it and hide it. But he judged that such an action could be disastrous if it failed, and so discarded the idea. Instead he began to drink the hot beverage in front of him while not taking his eyes off the object which he thought might hold some relationship to how they had arrived there. If that was true then it might also be the key to getting out which would be incredibly important.
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Postby The BranRiech » Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:26 pm

"Aegis, right? Aegis. This isn't helping."

Yuna leaned her strangely-proportioned body over to her compatriot, whispering at him again. "I don't think they have any idea on how we're here, right?" She asked. Cookie seemed quite nice, and at least a little more enlightened than the townsponies who wanted to burn the two of them, but being the first pleasant person they'd met, luck would probably not shine on the two apartment-residents and have the first person they ran into being the one who could send them back.

She turned her head back to Cookie, in the middle of a strange shouting match against this "Chancellor" pony. Chancellor was a political position, right? Yuna looked to the important pony, so-far the highest-ranking official they'd met. "Uh . . . Yeah?" She said offhandedly, simply trying to avoid confrontation.

She winced, wanting to flap her wings more than anything else in the world. She could go through the muscles, but unlike Chrys and Brit, the muscles simply didn't exist anymore.

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Postby New Aksarben » Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:51 pm

Northwest Slobovia wrote:
New Aksarben wrote:"Jedi do many thing with force-Power. Strongest even predict future, see visions, even retain conciousness-life past death. Strongest in force can retain themselves past death and guide living as Force-Ghost. Many also say-think lightsaber only able to use by Jedi, as the crystal used is strong in force too, heavily reactant to Jedi owner. EVen have their own signature within force. Maghrl able to find lightsaber no matter how far away lightsabers."

Sandy leaned back contemplatively, hand on his chin, index finger touching his lip, as he listened to the Jedi describe his abilities and those of his enemies. He thought for a few seconds after Maghrl finished speaking, nodding slowly. "So what we know of the Jedi is correct, even though we know it only as stories. I wonder if that means something." Sandy gazed down at the table as he considered that, but soon shook his head: he had no answers for that, only more questions. If Demens could grab living things and move them into his world, could he -- or one of his peers -- directly move information between universes? If and so, why?

Sandy looked up at Maghrl and Asdra, smiling brightly: teaching was almost as fun as learning. "Since you're new here, I guess you're probably interested in what's here. Is there anything you'd like to know about first? I'll come out and say that since we haven't been here too much longer than you have, there's still plenty we need to learn ourselves. There are places we've heard of we haven't even visited, much less explored, and the few we've visited, we've barely scratched the surface of."

"Maghrl unsure! Usually this one stay at Jedi temple, and Republic provide for Jedi. Should suppose-ask what people do foodwise normal-times. When no feastwise Maghrl means" The squib ask, scratching his chin and stopping his search of the magic user. HE seemed to have a negligible impact on the Force, similar to those who weren't sensitive to its workings. The Jedi carefully started a mental sweep of the building for anyone that may be force sensitive but found. . . well no one. Maghrl wasn't trying particularly hard to search, so he might have missed some things but besides himself there was no one who created a noticeable dent in the force. There were a few strange things about the area but he could investigate those later. Right now he needed to get acclimated.

"Maghrl also want-know how Maghrl could-might be useful-helpful. While stuck-stranded here Maghrl should help-aid much-lots. Jediwise Wayness after all, yes!" He offered, grinning as he resumed eating now that he wasn't concentrating on searching for anyone else who might be force sensitives, and that he was relaxed, seeing that everyone he met so far seemed quite friendly! "What Maghrl able help-aid with? Has bit of skill with healmending Forcewise, and can focus in Forceness to use 'Precogntion' as Master Luke say word-spoken. See glimpses of future. During battlefight can use too, see how enemy attackwise to help dodgewise or deflectwise. Goodwise against blasterguns!"
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Postby Fvaarniimar » Fri Dec 25, 2015 12:17 am

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"So if he wanted you to have a familiar army to command, or a familiar voice to guide you, you would have them. You do not."

Or a familiar voice to guide... I do not...I do not...

"Who you are matters. Demens brought you..."

I keep wondering how this happened. He knows why I am here? And yet...I lack the status to bother such a being.

"Not them." Rmwtyliin blinked quickly. This is not a place I can cry. Tactics for sympathy do not help much. Knowing that if 'they' were with her they'd suggest the same, the girl tried to focus on what would help. What was the system? It seems to involve Intimidation seems closer, but all I have are words. My words are not helping. In fact, her earlier compliment might have hurt. Amanda seems to use words well and has improved our position. I should listen closely when she speaks. Maybe the others are intimidating enough - though "I think, Rrahmulus, that your armor should stay in this conveyance if we retrieve it now." It might be wise to skip it altogether, but... For one thing, they could still be here come dusk. Besides, the suit likely is less intimidating than our apparently knowing the person they worship - connections.[/i] She slid into the backseat, knocking several hair ornaments out of the way.

That guy they pointed out. Who people know matters here. We need to know people - and not just the absolute most influential ones. Can I handle friendly chatting with scary people from here? We're visiting vendors. Complimenting wares may be good. Noticing the hair ornaments strewn across the seat, Rmwtyliin started putting them away with a sigh. One was broken. At least it is not from home -

"We will have our possessions back soon?" As she shifted position, a black rectangle caught her eye. "Also, is it safe for me to return the sssehll ffon to my coat's pouch?"

---

Feast
I thought I wouldn't see you anytime soon!  Nick had dashed towards Torii, figuring that Willow - engrossed as he was in a different conversation - wouldn't mind him vanishing for 30 seconds.  He'd realized that it might take a bit longer after having veered out of the way of several legs, and had glanced towards where he thought his fellow quadruped was.  Having glimpsed some hair around the correct value, he continued, reaching Torii as Drova encountered the license.  He'd overheard most of the discussion.  "Congratulations..."  I thought marriage was for older people...

Torii took off.  Nick followed.  Maybe that's why you're not happy?  It was a Zalgofest - you seem really upset, need to know she's okay a few more steps - The solution occurred. He activated the collar, intending to ask whether Torii was ok, whether she was happy. 

"It was a f*cking Zalgofest!!  This isn't fair at all!  You couldn't - they can't -"  The feline's eyes moved from side to side as he realized that the outburst had been audible.  "Uh, are you ok?"  Listening to Giovenith, Nick nodded. <It's fixable like she says. It's okay. (You like him, right? I wish I'd been there...) You do want to fix it, divorce him or something?>
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Postby Tiltjuice » Fri Dec 25, 2015 8:55 am

Feast

Perhaps it was an affectation of Demens' caprice, or Fate's. The end result was the same, however; to add to the emotional tumult came a physical one. It began with brisk winds in the center of the room. The follow-up was a series of blinding red flashes, then an equal number of seagreen.

When the spots cleared from the eyes of those gathered, a large fir tree now stood atop one of the tables, fully decorated with glittering tinsel chains, snow globes hung from each branch, and dangling candy canes wedged here and there. Atop the very peak stood a bronzed chef's hat.

Atop the hat perched a familiar rabbit with a half-eaten titanium apple in his forepaws. He twitched his nose curiously at the assembly, and signed glittering trails of light with his ears.

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Postby Charmera » Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:04 am

Northwest Slobovia wrote:
New Aksarben wrote:"Jedi do many thing with force-Power. Strongest even predict future, see visions, even retain conciousness-life past death. Strongest in force can retain themselves past death and guide living as Force-Ghost. Many also say-think lightsaber only able to use by Jedi, as the crystal used is strong in force too, heavily reactant to Jedi owner. EVen have their own signature within force. Maghrl able to find lightsaber no matter how far away lightsabers."

Sandy leaned back contemplatively, hand on his chin, index finger touching his lip, as he listened to the Jedi describe his abilities and those of his enemies. He thought for a few seconds after Maghrl finished speaking, nodding slowly. "So what we know of the Jedi is correct, even though we know it only as stories. I wonder if that means something." Sandy gazed down at the table as he considered that, but soon shook his head: he had no answers for that, only more questions. If Demens could grab living things and move them into his world, could he -- or one of his peers -- directly move information between universes? If and so, why?

Sandy looked up at Maghrl and Asdra, smiling brightly: teaching was almost as fun as learning. "Since you're new here, I guess you're probably interested in what's here. Is there anything you'd like to know about first? I'll come out and say that since we haven't been here too much longer than you have, there's still plenty we need to learn ourselves. There are places we've heard of we haven't even visited, much less explored, and the few we've visited, we've barely scratched the surface of."

"Is there any places that someone like myself could make myself useful? You know, with smithing or runes or something. Otherwise... I wouldn't mind knowing if you found anything metallic of interest." Asdra asked. She used to work a lot when she was at home. This was probably the longest she had spent not having a firm idea of what to do next. She usually had projects organized, commissions very carefully categorized and scheduled. She never let herself grow bored, though she did perhaps become a bit of a shut in and may have flogged herself to hard. "And your sorcery..." She paused. "How does it work exactly? I mean I'd like to know if your magic is the same as ours... still trying to get my bearings."
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Postby Torsiedelle » Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:06 am

More gasps and panicked whimpers escaped Torii, who was by now quite pale and clammy. "No, this isn't just some mistake, and it did happen, and it's wrong!", She exclaimed. It was making her dizzy, thinking about it. "This isn't supposed to have happened. It really shouldn't have happened. This is a mistake, a big mistake; why didn't someone stop us? I don't want to be married."

She turned her head to stare at MB for just a moment before burying her head back in her arms on the table.
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Postby The BranRiech » Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:40 am

"Torii!" Drova sighed in utter exasperation. "We're. Not. Married." He said, almost forcefully so as he sat down opposite her, making sure not to squish MB who was also at the table. The Prince gave the rabbit a noncommittal look, shrugging as he looked at Torii again. He was crushed. The good news of her return was all fucked up by what was probably a fake marriage letter. He wanted nothing more than to throttle the jackass who'd thought it was funny to send to them. "Torii, listen. We're not in Bielefeld anymore, right? Who could have sent this from there? It's probably just a joke." He said.

He reached over and gave the letter another read.

He had to admit, whoever had been put up to the task of messing with the couple sure went to a lot of effort. The letter looked quite serious, and there wasn't really a catch, or anything else that would give it away as an elaborate prank. As Drova continued reading, however, his hopes of it being nothing serious began to diminish.

"Aaaaagh." He reached up, resting his palm on his face. "I . . . I don't think it's a joke." He sighed.
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Postby Giovenith » Fri Dec 25, 2015 10:52 am

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"Guys," Giovenith mildly snapped.

The panic and rapid denial was not helping. While the godling sympathized with her friends' situation, she knew that it was not going to be corrected by freaking out and denial of what was clearly in front of them. She separated herself from the bashful sentiment of it all and forced herself to look at this from a purely legalistic paperwork perspective.

She took the document into her own hands and folded it up, running fingernails over the creases. "Look. This document is not fake, it says what is says. Legally, you have entered a registered partnership. That doesn't make you "married" because marriage is more than just a paper, but it does mean we have a problem on our hands. There is no need to panic because these things can be reversed, easily. You're not the first people in the world to have this happen to, we can take the steps to correct it as if it never happened, but we're not going to be able to do that if we sit around here denying the problem."

Giovenith rubbed Torii's back as a way of evening out the approach to the situation. "We can get annulment. It undoes the legal partnership, but it's not a "divorce," it essentially registers the partnership as having always been invalid to begin with - like it never happened." She was being very careful to avoid the word marriage. "Because neither of you remember actually doing this, that means that you were both mentally incompetent at the time of signing the documents, grounds for annulment. We just need to get the right papers, sign them, and it's fixed, but you both need to calm down and work with us. Can you do that?"


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"See? They're smart! I like 'em," the Chancellor waved her hoof with a smile. "A'ight, you two can stay here for the famine. Ya can work here with me and Cookie!"

Smart Cookie gave a look at the two newcomers. "I don't think they can-"

"Oh hush Cookie! Smart Cookie here is booksmart, 'cuz she robs the unicorns' trash. Taught herself to read and write she did! But ya two seem more common smart, which is a mite more what we need round here."

With that, the Chancellor pocketed the discus again and headed for the door. "Let's go!"

Panic briefly grew in Smart Cookie's eyes, looking between the Chancellor and the two ponies. Despite what her boss said, the secretary had plenty of street smart and book smart, and she utilized it now: "I gotta get them registered though, Chancellor Puddinghead. They can't officially receive nothin' in food and shares if they ain't registered, let's be fair now. You go on ahead, and we'll be with you in a moment..."

Brown eyes settled back on the secretary, carefully judging. Cookie put on a smile. "Fine, fine, just hurry along. These ponies need the comfort of their fearless leader!" And out the door the Chancellor went running.

"Yup, yup," Cookie waved after her boss, then slammed the door shut and turned on her two guests with narrowed eyes. "Listen here, and listen good. I don't know what you think you are, but whatever it is, you need to tell me yer story. All of it. Every last detail, and fast. I can't protect you if you don't. If you slip up here, believe me, these townfolk have many a more way besides burning that they can do away with a pony. Ah haven't been able to save everypony. If they can take down the stranded warriors of the sky, they can take down you. Now talk fast, tell me what to say, and Ah'll do everything I can to be your guide."
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Postby Cerillium » Fri Dec 25, 2015 12:39 pm

DINING ROOM

Adrastus paused, ears tuned to the teen conversation. The marriage? Meh. Young fools in love. It was the time displacement that intrigued him most. "A month?" he offered a quizzical glance to Ocho.

The thade grunted his affirmation. "That's what she said. I suppose this has meaning to you?"

The old abbot's head bowed. Of course it did. It meant he was missing out on food back home. "A month would push it into December, no?"

"Ja," Klaus glanced up from the datapad. "A month is December. Missed a hot date with a toaster?"

"Missing Christmas. One month makes it December twenty-fifth."

Klaus' lips pursed. If that was true.....

"Son of a whore!" the avatar slammed the datapad onto the table and stormed from the dining room, his voice ringing out unnecessarily loudly. Some things never changed, and he highly doubted Demens would refrain from allowing any mischief. "KRAMPUS! You BASTARD! You better not be in my sock drawer!"

Adrastus' eyes twinkled as Klaus vanished down the hall. "Hey, Merry Christmas to you, too!" he shouted after the avatar.

"Sock drawer?" Ocho raised a brow, "Why would Krampus be in there?"

"Porn stash," the cyborg's lips tightly twisted into a grinch's grin.
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Postby Northwest Slobovia » Fri Dec 25, 2015 6:03 pm

New Aksarben wrote:"Maghrl unsure! Usually this one stay at Jedi temple, and Republic provide for Jedi. Should suppose-ask what people do foodwise normal-times. When no feastwise Maghrl means"

"Previously, people who didn't want to buy their own food made do with what was in the common kitchen." Sandy pointed out the adjoining room, but then turned back to Maghrl with an uncertain look. "Demens used to replenish it for us, but... But since some people spent the day building a chicken coop and getting chickens for it, I think we're on our own now." He brightened slightly, and sounded more upbeat. "Knowing this group, we'll work something out. There a few of us that can use magic to produce food, and more of us who can work for living to buy food."

New Aksarben wrote:"What Maghrl able help-aid with? Has bit of skill with healmending Forcewise, and can focus in Forceness to use 'Precogntion' as Master Luke say word-spoken. See glimpses of future. During battlefight can use too, see how enemy attackwise to help dodgewise or deflectwise. Goodwise against blasterguns!"

"Precognition, you say?" One of his eyebrows shot up, and he slowly leaned forward, captivated. "How much can you see and how far into the future."

Sandy probably would have waited all night for Maghrl's answer, had not the runesmith's practical question pulled him back to more immediate concerns. He looked at her, blinking, rapidly shifting mental gears. He was slow to respond.

Charmera wrote:"Is there any places that someone like myself could make myself useful? You know, with smithing or runes or something. Otherwise... I wouldn't mind knowing if you found anything metallic of interest."

"Yes, there's plenty to do here. A group of tech-priests is now responsible for the upkeep of the Building, and last I heard, they were hard at work trying to restore basic services here. Their leader, Adrastus, is at the other end of the table." Sandy pointed him out with a small, quick gesture; he didn't want to seem rude by pointing at him.

"Let me think about your other question. I'm no miner, but I've heard a bit about this world in the last couple of days." His gaze drifted down to the table, lost in thought. His eyes came across his plate, and he unconsciously took a forkful of potatoes, chewing them thoughtfully as he considered. He washed them down with some wine, then spoke: "The best I can offer you is a rumor of a rumor. There's a forest near here called the Freywold. It's home to the Fae, the fairie-folk. I was there this morning. Dwarves live somewhere in there, and if they're like the dwarves from my world's legends, they skillfully work metals, some quite exotic. I don't know if that's true here, but I wouldn't object to finding out." Sandy favored her with a grin; he wouldn't mind returning to Freywold, though he wanted some questions answered first.

Charmera wrote:"And your sorcery..." She paused. "How does it work exactly? I mean I'd like to know if your magic is the same as ours... still trying to get my bearings."

Sandy's grin turned into an appreciative smile: a clever one. "How does it work... as a matter of theory or practice? The theory would take a while to describe, and in my own world, I'm considered little more than an apprentice, so I don't have all the details. The practice is more straightforward. I learn spells... sets of magic words and gestures... which allow me to direct magic to the extent the spell allows. I cast spells by reciting it and making the appropriate motions. Like this." Sandy drained the last of his wine, then quickly chanted something in English while making a series of complex motions over the wineglass with the fingers of one hand. The glass refilled with wine.
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Maghrl grinned at what the sorcerers magic did, quite impressed. Not even the force could create matter from pure energy, at least not normally! The most he'd ever heard about something similar was stories of Ancient Sith Alchemy, but that was used to do horrific things and make horrific beasts. This was innocent applications, just refilling wine. "Maghrl Impresswise!" He told Sandy, grinning and chuckling. "Shamewise 'bout foodstores though. Maghrl may-able help with procure supplyfood though. Force lend-gives affinity to animals, language-learn, persuade-talk, the likewise. Help domestic-capture animal-beasts, trade for foodstores with local-Species!" For all maghrl was aware of, the only humans were in this building, it being some sort of colony in that sense. But then Sandy's comment on his precognition came to mind.

"Oh! Yes, Precognition. Luke-Master say-tell potentially far-far in future, usually only seconds. With meditate-focus, can broaden scope past self, or specifics, or further timewise. Usually very vague though. Force warning of futurewise bad-times. All Jedi have minor precognition. Get 'Bad Feeling' if something might happen futurewise leading to bad time, usually few minute in advance. Maghrl never best at focuswise though. Only maximum week, and very unclear so far. But if attack, Maghrl may see bit in advance, able to warn others, protect selfwise. Someone punch at Maghrlwise, Maghrl see and able react. Bit extra reaction-timewise.

"Can sense life though, too. All livingbeing present in force, for most partwise. With time, learn people's force signature, able to find them across potentialwise Lightyears! Tunewise with force though, also mean Jedi feel when great harm inflicted. Genocide, planet blowie-up, similar. Great pain through force, rippling and terrible." He spoke at such a rapid pace it might be hard to keep up, chattering away eagerly and excitedly.

"Oh yes, Maghrl also good with robot. Yes yes! Can Design many thingwise, turret, protocol droid, the likewise. Sandy-Human have any part-robots on him? Maghrl would very very much like to know!"
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"Fuel it is, she's running low, Rudy," Kov smiled at the familiarity of Thaddeus' answer. Diesel was easy to procure in the Uppers, where petrol was still the fuel of choice for most vehicles. Electric and hydrogen-cell transportation had only really caught on in the main city, and even there those seeking the rumble of a sports car still sated their thirst with gasoline.

The promise of further business from the outsiders elated the junkyard owner, and he fingered a well-worn hole in his overalls as he blushed, "Fellow scrapper, eh? If you ever need me, just knock on the gate. I'm always open for business, even at midnight. But you might want to come with some guns, then. No shooting in the yard, though."

Kleo raised an eyebrow as the General and Amanda appeared to go at it, exoskeletal fingers reaching for her holstered pistol before the two seemed to come to an agreement, much to her satisfaction. Though she was wary of lawyers and their legal wiles, she'd had enough excitement today. Routine, which had long gone past boring and become oddly comforting and familiar, had been sorely thrown out-of-balance with the newcomers' arrival. Now that it was settling back in, there was no need to upset the balance once more.

"Very well, Mr. Aphrodisiac, you can have your suit back. Play nice, alright?" she stood up and hopped off the truck's cabin roof, shock absorbers protecting her feet as she landed with a heavy crunch! on the compacted dirt of the yard. Nodding at Kov, the dark-skinned mechanic now reclining on the roof of the rumbling truck, she added, "Still in the same place?"

"Mhmm, spent some time polishing it up but I didn't touch it. Same goes for the sword; still in the scabbard," Kov replied, staring up at the smog-infused clouds that rolled over the Uppers. Rmwtyliin's question was answered as he chewed on his lip and tapped his fingers across the cool metal of the truck's cabin, "You can keep your stuff, yeah, but if any guard says something you best listen. Don't go reaching for nothing, pisses 'em off. And given what a fine truck you have here, would be a shame to get blood and dents on her."

The officer returned shortly with Romulus' armor in-tow, the suit having been propped up on a stand and then sat on a little dark-blue cart so it could be wheeled around without much effort, "Here you go, big guy. Don't make me regret giving this back, yeah? Nice pieces, by the way; watch your back. Lot of the parts would fetch a pretty penny if anyone desperate goes looking for someone to rob."

"About the issue of payment," Septimus interjected, hoping to keep his mind off of Neste until they could leave the city and he could contact her through the tether. He had a bad feeling if he tried to reach out now, he was going to regret it. Uneasiness boiled beneath the surface, but the well-worn diplomat kept his head steady and his face polite and cheerful. No one needed to know he was on an emotional razor's edge right now, that would just complicate things, "I checked my robes and some of the cash I was carrying seems to have turned into runes. Not all of it, though. I'm assuming the majority is worthless?"

"Yup, Earth dollars and pounds or whatever fiat you're carrying around doesn't mean shit here. Too easy to counterfeit, specially with wizards and cultists running around," Kleo nodded, stepping away from the suit so Romulus could get in, "You'll have to barter for most everything; I'll cover your first fuel so you're not stranded but I'm not made of money. Ammo's on you."

"You can cut a deal at the market if you have something valuable," Kov explained, "Precious metals are still worth something, although gold's not quite as expensive here as it is on Earth. Weapons, cybernetics, spare parts - whatever you can afford to part with should be able to fetch some ammo at the market. Runes are universal currency but here in the Uppers, ammo is almost as good. Main city's not a huge fan of weapons, though, so you'll need runes there."

As the last of the group piled into the truck, Romulus taking his place in the cargo hold, Kleo climbed back up the side and took a seat as Kov shifted over, the grease monkey gently guiding the truck out of the yard before directing them down the street. Breeze tickling his head through his short, cropped hair, the mechanic enjoyed the ride atop the jumper's truck.

"It's nice when you can take some time off," he muttered, checking behind him to ensure the gate to the junkyard had closed and locked properly, "Hang a left at the next intersection, we gotta get on the main transport network. Just follow the signs, they'll point you at the right ramp. You're looking for the residential and commercial lane."

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Thaddeus' eavesdropped on the confrontation between the General and the lawyer. Good for him, protesting his former treatment and all. One statement struck a chord however; I would preferred not to get discarded, thank you very much. Thaddeus eyed the man. The proclamation carried weight, perhaps something as potent as a silent push from the man's subconscious as it grasped to makes sense of his abandonment here? Now wasn't the time to request the General expand upon it. Thaddeus made a note to invite the man for a beer or six.

The MANN purred to life. Thaddeus nosed it out of the lot and followed Kov's directions. Heavy city traffic wasn't unusual to the old cyborg, nor was he easily confused by layered highways. Navigating a hive back home was a bitch, and Thaddeus found himself relieved to find normal vehicle patterns in Ascalon rather than personal and public transport battling with mechs and military equipment. He waited his turn as they slowly merged into the proper lane, laying on the horn only once to ward off a tiny car that tried to muscle into his path.

"Ammo won't be a problem at the moment," he commented to Septimus. (It wasn't that he chose to ignore the others. He identified better with the younger cyborg -- machine kith.) Heavy fingers activated his turn signal, and he nudged them into heavier traffic flow. "I don't have the turrets set up on this thing. Took them off when Bielefeld's government complained. But the ammo is still stored on board. Not much. Some is large calibre, but there are smaller calibre bullets that we could barter with."



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The son of Hel* found the photographs amusing. His ass occupied most of Klaus and Minerva's bedroom dresser, and he was absentmindedly shuffling through the images upon Klaus' arrival. The avatar grunted his indignation once he caught sight of the Austrian Menace. Krampus' chains scraped the dresser's glossy wood, and the surface would undoubtedly bore a dimple from his weight.

"We go through this every year," Klaus wagged a finger at Krampus as he crossed the room to reclaim his cherished belongings from the creature. "Every year, Krampus," he snatched a few photographs from his 'guest'. "It's getting old. What if Minerv-"

"Gruß vom Krampus!" the birch rod in his hands swung impossibly fast to strike Klaus squarely on his nose.

The avatar clapped his to his face to subside the wicked sting, and glared at the demon-like half-goat through watering eyes. "The fuck that for? I'm an adult. I'm allowed porn."

"Punishment for tacky porn," Krampus quipped as he crossed his legs and leaned against the wall. "Bad porn is bad, but this is atrocious." He waved the sepia tone photograph in front of Klaus. "Look at the size of her bush."

"Ja, that's rich coming from a guy with more hair on his crotch than a damn yeti. It was the 1940's. It was the style for women. Now, what do you want?"

Krampus tossed the photographs aside. "I have roamed the Earth far and wide, and bring tidings from my mother's hall, among other things."

"And Demens let you into this dimension, just like that?" Klaus raised a brow. Though he was eager to hear news from Eljudnir, he was quickly growing concerned with Demens' methods and reasoning, and perturbed by the restrictions placed upon his Men and himself.

Krampus' face fell. "Yeah, no. That's part of among other things. I'm prowling the woods one minute. The next, I'm here. Try as I might, I can't return. But I sensed your energy yesterday and so I've walk a great distance to find you. The man upstairs, Volker, let me in. But I still bring tidings. Perhaps they're sufficient to earn me a roof over my head for a night?"

"You're not crashing with Minerva and me," the avatar scoffed. Minerva would take his balls for letting Krampus kip on the couch. "There's spare rooms enough on the duckie floor, or perhaps you'd prefer the view from the triangle floor's rooms?"

Krampus laughed at the notion. Stay here? Share a floor with Lucifer or Tuolong? He stroked his beard as he considered his options. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad? "Alright. Now, on to those tidings..."
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Postby Northwest Slobovia » Sat Dec 26, 2015 6:51 pm

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New Aksarben wrote:"Oh yes, Maghrl also good with robot. Yes yes! Can Design many thingwise, turret, protocol droid, the likewise. Sandy-Human have any part-robots on him? Maghrl would very very much like to know!"

Sandy shook his head at the Squib's request, a broad grin on his face: he's very excitable, and very excited. "Sorry, the best person to ask about things like that would be Adrastus. If he doesn't know, he probably can tell you who does."

Sandy recalled what Maghrl said previous to that, and chuckled to himself while he did. Domestic-animal handling abilities would have been a big help this morning. Somebody had a wicked sense of humor, probably Demens himself. But the bit about precognition... "With foresight for attacks like that and your little bit of healing, you might help us best on the battlefield. The redhead with the two kids a little further down the table? She's Captain Minvera Blackwater, the de facto commander-in-chief of our forces. You should talk to her at some point."

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Amanda leaned forward to better talk to Thaddeus and Septimus in the front seats. "The mention of fuel brings up a good point: we're an hour out of town. Running back here to refill our tanks just isn't going to work. We're going to need something to take fuel home in, like a tank trailer. Probably two, since we've got to get a lot of both diesel and aviation fuel. I'm guessing you have have a towing hitch on this rig, Thaddeus?" Amanda looked up something on her phone, then checked some figures with its calculator app. "If we can keep the trailers to two hundred gallons or less, that would be great: my jeep can tow that much."

"If we can get trailers at this market we're getting towards and they'll sell us ammunition, we can get most of what we came for. We'll have to do the rest another time." She meant 'tomorrow', but also 'only with people who can follow simple instructions reliably'.
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Postby New Aksarben » Sat Dec 26, 2015 8:36 pm

Northwest Slobovia wrote:The Building, Dining Room
New Aksarben wrote:"Oh yes, Maghrl also good with robot. Yes yes! Can Design many thingwise, turret, protocol droid, the likewise. Sandy-Human have any part-robots on him? Maghrl would very very much like to know!"

Sandy shook his head at the Squib's request, a broad grin on his face: he's very excitable, and very excited. "Sorry, the best person to ask about things like that would be Adrastus. If he doesn't know, he probably can tell you who does."

Sandy recalled what he'd said previous to that, and chuckled to himself while he did. Domestic-animal handling abilities would have been a big help this morning. Somebody had a wicked sense of humor, probably Demens himself. But the bit about precognition... "With foresight for attacks like that and your little bit of healing, you might help us best on the battlefield. The redhead with the two kids a little further down the table? She's Captain Minvera Blackwater, the de facto commander-in-chief of our forces. You should talk to her at some point."

The Squib nodded, glancing at the people to memorize or at least remember who they were. Minerva Blackwater and Adrastus. Interesting names! They both seemed human enough, at least at first glance. But who knows maybe they used magic like Sandy did? Who knows? Maghrl sure didn't. He made sure to look over the two, making note of the bright red hair of the female(At least he guessed she was female. Humans didn't look that different to him. Though he didn't have much room to complain, Squib males and females were about identical, very little diamorphism in their species. But their fur could tell each other apart easily, and by smell. Speaking of that identification!

"Sandy-human? Could Mahrl see hand? Squib largely identify other by touch. Fur super special koovy! Can detect many-many minute detail, plus Mahgrl no good telling human apart usually unless spend ton of time with. Touch mean I know who are by touch, and too-many smells in air now to do by smell. Squib normally greet by rubbing cheek together. In Maghrl experience, most human greet by hand" He stuck out his small furred hand out to the man, offering a handshake in other terms as a way to help the Squib identify him later if not by clothes.

"Squibfurness even detect thing like forgeries! Squib trader species naturalwise. Helps with duplicitious-wise barterpartners. Squib great at telling intricate detail just by brushing furwise against thing. One reason most squib wear little clothes, besides pouch-pocket for junkthings. Oh yes-yes, Maghrl also much happy to help with preventwise deathness. Death no koovy at all! Jedi do best to support in battlefights. Maghrl go speak to Minerva-Commander in a bit. Introduce Maghrlself and tell abilities to let know how can help. Well when Minerva not busy of course."
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:05 pm

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Rache's ears flattened as the crowd bustled him from the edge. "What's going on? What's happened?" went unanswered. The best he could manage was to keep Willow in his sights. The sirens were deafening, but nothing in comparison to the hum filling the air. Noise and stench loomed larger and larger as the threat closed the distance. But then the noise stopped, though Grandfather's stink drew nearer, and white terror seemed to grip those closest to him.

The Daemonpony turned to face encroaching doom, and planted his four legs firmly on the cloud sidewalk. He was not one to run. Not unless the order were given or to lure a foe onto more favorable grounds. Eyes widened as claws came into view. The smell rising off the thing was unsettling but Rache had outfought Nurgle's forces before. He steeled himself and refused to be distracted by stench, though he felt rather dwarfed thanks to his currently tiny body. If only he could manifest! But no, there's no telling what that would do to Hans' body in this dimension. He and the cultist had been through too much to abandon the man so callously.

The thing roared. Rache refused to balk. Ears bristled forward despite the horrendous sound assaulting his eardrums. "Get behind me, Willow," he growled once the ringing stopped. "I won't let it hurt you." A front hoof struck the ground for emphasis.

A call to battle rang out from tiny pony lungs and Rache rose to the challenge, manifesting his battle axe as he vaulted into the air. It was a glorious display that he had used time and time again to send fear into a foe. The axe would materialize above his head and he'd latch on to its handle, issuing his own roar as he cut a swath of death through the hoards assaulting his legs.

But Rache was a pony. The axe came, and spun, and then dropped metal first to crack him on his noggin. The throaty roar came out as a panged mewl as axe and pony dropped and shattered the pretty cloud pavement.

"Son of a FUCK!" Rache wheezed through a small cloud of his own cast off feathers. He pulled himself out from under the massive weapon. Hooves scrabbled ineffectively on the heavy handle. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" came the temper tantrum. Denied! Fucking denied his pleasure! "FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK!"

He reabsorbed the axe into himself, then spun and butted Willow. "Go! GO GO GO!" Without his hands... his lovely claws!... or Hans' sidearm and sword, he was ineffective and couldn't possibly protect the artist. It would come to bodily blows. Rache resolved to use himself as a shield to provide Willow some cover.
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Postby Chedastan » Sat Dec 26, 2015 11:43 pm

Romulus was in relief to finally see his armor again when the officer brought it to him, and it was shinier too. And he was happy to hear that the suit and his sword haven't been messed with. He would've really thanked them, but he stopped himself from saying anything, as really he shouldn't have to thank them that much for not tampering with his equipment they shouldn't be tampering with anyway. So just as he climbed right into his suit, he simply only gave a nod of thanks for at least polishing it, not something that'll be overdoing it, he needed relax after today already. He did take notice though of the officer mentioning that he was susceptible to being robbed now, or at least more so than before, given his suit and weapons... They'll have to be crazy too to try, but that still made him all the more wary to an ever growing list of threats. He was sure he'll manage fine in that event, hopefully, for Wilhelm's sake and his own.

The suit hummed to life with no trouble, and he soon climbed on back to the cargo hold of the truck, situating himself in a position that'll hopefully leave him from tossing around the least amount of times. As the truck rolled in motion, he took glances outside to look at passing streets, then passing cars from traffic. It wasn't often in recent years he saw this many civilians going about their daily business as usual, not with him being the one to cause a disruption in that when the Imperium shows up to subjugate unincorporated places like this, and he didn't typically stick around long enough for them to rebuild under the Wilhelm Imperium. That was a Governors' job. No, a General could only establish it before he has to go off to the next campaign to establish more places.
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Postby Giovenith » Sun Dec 27, 2015 12:21 am

Rache and Willow

Needless to say, Willow was no longer denying the reality of the situation. Time travel, okay, he just had to add that to his ever-growing list of things he was willing to admit he'd been wrong about. But he could grumble another time, now was the time to focus on survival.

Unlike Rache, Willow had never been anywhere near the thick of a battle, despite growing up in this very city's soon-to-be-successor, Cloudsdale. By the time the artist had been born, the age of these sky fighters had been long dead, their culture usurped by the collective Equestrian way and buried forever into the history books. But that another time, another place, this was now. Now was loud, angry, confusing, a screaming hot maelstrom of constant movement and pain. The pegasi around them clearly knew what they were doing a hell lot better than he did, and he could only gleam the details of the organized chaos here and there: The main creature had been taken on by a flurry of ponies, zipping and coordinating, armed with ropes and weaponry to drag the thing down from the cloud and better subdue it to be slain. Obviously it was no easy task, and more than one mare and stallion had been swatted away like summer bugs in the effort.

It was least lucky of all for those who came into contact with the buzzing fur-creature's claws. It's arms and nails were so long that it could swipe practically anywhere in the battle's vicinity, and while avoiding them seemed the top priority among the flying fighters, a few came down. One such victim smashed into the cloud pavement violently beside Willow as he attempted to flee via Rache's orders. While the soldier was nowhere near as horrendously mangled as their poor original guide, his injuries were still ghastly, as if rather than having a sword swung at him he'd been picked up and physically thrown into a standing blade's side; vertical, deep, and bleeding to the point where Willow could feel the heart coming off him.

Still panicked but with enough of his wits in order now to make some semblance of decision, Willow attempted to bend low to assist the stallion but was quickly swatted out of the way by a flurry of medic mares who did their best to scrape him from the cloud and bring him out of harm's way. The injured's departure was followed by a clattering, as what appeared to be two heavy manacles fell from the huddle. Looking around, Willow scooped them up with uncertainty, but seeing nopony reprimand him, did his best to investigate them closer.

"Rache, Rache!" the future pony cried, turning around and attempting to stop his companion's frantic shoving. "They're using these..."

Fumbling and cringing due to the blood and stench the things were covered in, Willow struggled with the unfamiliar gear, but managed to finally demonstrate by slipping one on the daemon's front hoof. It fit and stayed effectively, and with more experimental fumbling, Willow managed to discover (and luckily jump out of the way of) the long blade that vertically sprang out forward from the manacle. Gauntlet knives, for handless creatures. Shaking but looking determined, the painter offered the other of the set to the daemonpony.
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