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Postby Northwest Slobovia » Wed Dec 30, 2015 5:57 pm

Mincaldenteans wrote:"Primordial would like to gather information on the building's magical residents. He feels that such information would prove beneficial for the future, especially given the fiend attack. Logistics, in short, and how each caster might be better tasked to a given role. I agree and don't: utility for the sake of it can be found in any field, but it's hardly germane to the goal of understanding each caster and respecting their expertise and how they might better handle a situation. That said, and the varied permutations along with the schools regarding magic, I suggested a conclave rather than simply divulging information."

Sandy turned to watch Anais speak, his smile changing from a general warmth to the recognition of a kindred spirit. In tone and usage, Anais sounded like a fellow academic. Perhaps she was one, perhaps her magic was also a scholarly pursuit, or perhaps some former training earlier in life involved formal discussion and dispute. Regardless, Sandy felt like he was on familiar, shared ground with her.

Primordial Luxa wrote:“Well… let it never be said that I am inflexible or pigheaded. I can tell a conclave is much more inviting so I will organize one which any magic user or group can attend.”

Looks like Amanda called it: whether from being petty nobility or from being one of the few supers in a mundane world, Baron Primordial suffers from the arrogance of power, and believes he has the right to call the shots. It's not for him to demand information from spellcasters nor say who organizes a conclave or how.

Sandy shook his head, lips pressed into a tight, thin line. He tried to match Anais' measured words, but couldn't manage: he was irritated, despite his otherwise bouyant mood. "You will organize it? Do I get a voice in how this proposed conclave is to be run? Does Anais, who proposed it? How about Sterling, or any of the other magic-workers in the Building? I think there are plenty of people who might want to help set the conclave's agenda."

Sandy's tone softened slightly as he tried to find an academic speaking rhythm. "I'm finding myself in agreement with Anais: whatever your intent, your approach leaves much to be desired. I'm afraid I'm left with the distinct impression that you think you are the decision maker for the Building's magic-workers, or least first among equals for us. If that's not the case, you're going to have to try something different."

With that off his chest, Sandy was finally able to get collegial tone he wanted, and his prior cheer returned. "Allow me to make a suggestion: we should set up a small organizing committee, for instance, you, Anais, and one or a few other people. They'll canvass the magic-workers, see who is interested in a conclave, and find out what the interested people want a conclave to do for them. It wouldn't surprise me if there people among us who want a notional conclave to do specific things, and others who want it to avoid certain things. There may even be people willing to or insistent on organizing part of it. They should all be heard out, and then the committee should try to put together an agenda that will satisfy -- or just mollify -- as many of us as possible."
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Postby Swith Witherward » Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:37 pm

Willow and Rache

Rache felt someone give him a hoof up, and found his bearings amid the din of pony chatter. He blinked at the helpful mare. Her armor set her apart from the rest but it was her words that affected him more: no one had ever thanked him before. Such an occurrence stripped a bit of his gruffness away. It was... humbling. Yes, that was the word for it. Had they known what he was, they might have jabbed him with spears and swords. But his reshaped host body granted him the same liberties he had with Hans. Yet now? Now he wasn't set apart as a cultist. He was a pony. Rache's ears lowered in respect to the mare. "I am honored to have been of service, Madam," he responded simply.

Grateful for the assistance up to the city, he said nothing until Willow's voice met his ears.

"Willow! HA!" his normally grim face crinkled into a smile, "You sorry son of a mare!" A hoof flashed to playfully punch the artist's shoulder, though there was unmistakable pride in his voice. "Saved Pansy, eh? Battled some monsters, too!"

There was little time to catch up, however. The pair were ushered along, and then treated to some respite. A soft couch and some odd mush (it wasn't so bad), and his companion: Rache was content as introductions were made.

"Grimmig Rache, though most call me either Grim or Rache," he cast a bemused sidelong glance at Willow before addressing the Lieutenant. "We are happy to have been at the right place at the right time, Ma'am. We wouldn't have been here at all if we hadn't gotten lost. But we came with others, and we've been unable to find them. I fear some might be dead."

His eyes pressed closed as he tried to recall who had been seated at the table when the devices activated. "Mares, all but one. There is my beloved Chrysanthemum, known as Chrys. Also Aegis and Brit, and Yuna. They have also been away a very long time and are probably lost still. If they're out in this blizzard, I fear they'll perish."

An involuntary shiver rippled through him. While he held no emotional love for Chrys, her demise would destroy Hans. For all her annoying enthusiasm, she was a skilled warrior; Rache admired her for it. The thought of her broken body lying among rocks and snow was a disturbing one indeed. She deserved a more glorious death.

"If you please, Ma'am, I'd like to search for them. For my Chrys especially. I can't rest until she's safely returned to my side. No storm's rage will deter my heart."



Lobby

Myra nodded mutely in reply to Drova's question. Her eyes drifted to Torii and then to the stairs beyond her.

"I don't know all of it," she whispered as her hands twisted her shirt's hem. "But Giovenith needs to know. I think he might be... They said he was. But then the small lizard sent some sort of message to that Adrastus guy. I don't know. I just don't know." Tears threatened to spill. "I don't think they'll let you guys in. They kicked me out. I gotta get Giovenith. She can... she'll-" Myra shook her head and pushed past Torii to access the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last. Her legs felt like lead by time to reached the second floor landing.

The dining room was crowded and noisy by time Myra entered. The delicious food smells only made her feel ill. "Excuse me, sir," her voice was hoarse as she begged Oumech's pardon, and then stood beside him in order to scan the room. The grief radiating off young woman was undoubtedly palpable to the Force user. She wasted no more time, however. Giovenith was off to the side with Kale.

Myra drew a steadying breath and forced her legs to carry her further. Now her steps were tainted by the fight to keep her emotions at bay. Every chair became an annoying obstacle as she navigated her path.

Face pale and eyes widened, she trembled in front of the godling. "Gioven-" but then words caught in her throat to be replaced by a hiccuped sob. "Oooh," came out at last, and Myra's brows knit together as grief broke through her resolve. Each syllable of the godling's name elongated in one, whispered breath. "Giovenith."



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Rodney decided to humor the young woman. It would take his mind off his wrath towards NST. He pulled a tiny locket from his vest pocket, opened it, and held it horizontally to activate its holographic display. The device treated Rmwtyliin to a colorful projection of rolling landscape and strange tree structures.

"These are communication towers. Your phone seeks them in order to transmit and receive cellular data. This data can be voice calls and SMS messages, or whatever." He poked a finger at the display to create a dot. "Imagine you're flying along high in the air," he shrugged as the dot began to move over the trees, "And your phone will try to contact each tower as you get close to it. But you're moving so fast that it can't decide which tower. Your phone will keep scanning, hoping to latch onto a Wi-Fi network, or other useful data. If the towers are far away, the phone or tablet has to boost its signal so it can communicate with the towers. A lot of energy is used up. There aren't any towers here that our phones can connect to. Whatever technology they use... well, nothing we have can communicate with it. So all our phones and devices are frantically eating up their batteries in hope of getting a signal way, way back on Earth."

The display shut off. "Satellites aren't much better. Again, different language than our devices speak. The priests are working to set up a tower at the Building. Won't help us all the way in Ascalon. We might need to purchase new devices."

Thaddeus' fists gripped the steering wheel in frustration as the message drifted through is processor. Gone? Just like that? This was the Judge's fault! No, the Judge was doing his job. It was all the fucking around done by the Luxan, girl and General. Gods damnit! He should have stayed home. Son of a fucking bitch! Fucking Love Box blocked the signal. The boy had made so many attempts to reach him during that time.

FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Rodney winched as grief poured through the makeshift tether. He turned away from Rmwtyliin to stare at the back of the old cyborg's wire-and-cable-disfigured head, then allowed his eyes to slide towards the younger cyborg. Oh, the irony.

"Gentlemen and ladies," his voice remained neutral though it carried a no-nonsense tone, "We will get fuel and whatever ammunition is available, and then we will return home."

The Nifid muted his connection with the old cyborg in order to address Septimus' mind directly. "Marcus is dead."
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Postby Torsiedelle » Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:16 pm

Torii didn't care if Drova was angry with her, though she'd still apologize to him. Now, however, wasn't the time, now that Myra had entered the scene with news about Marcus.

She followed her friends. She had the right to know just as much as anyone else.

Marcus was her brother.

...............

Indeed, Oumech did sense sorrow and panick from the young woman. He didn't know what the situation was, but he was courtious enough to step out of the way. He wasn't there to cause any trouble, yet.

Why was the other fellow staring? Well, he had a good idea, as he casually moved into the general area. He wouldn't outright say anything, just observe. No use in starting anything in a crowded area.
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Postby Giovenith » Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:30 pm

Rache and Willow

"Of course," Star Catcher nodded along at his request. "I can send a small scouting team to accompany you and show you the various locations in the area they may have gotten into, but I do warn you that the storm is harsh and nightfall will be approaching soon. Our ponies do have a curfew. I imagine you will have a good few hours to search at least today, but we can continue to assist in your searching for how many days it may take to locate them."

Willow fought not to wince. He definitely did not want to be stuck in this dreadful era for too long, though finding their friends was top priority. It raised a question in his mind though: Even if they found the others, how would they go about getting back home to their regular time and dimension? His mind immediately rewound back to the antiques - where were they now?

"Um, ma'am?" Willow raised his hoof like a student, unsure about how to go about being formal with a lieutenant. "If I may, we also were looking for some, heirlooms, that might be lost around here as well?"

"Heirlooms?"

"Yes, old, shiny, maybe valuable?" he struggled to summarize.

"We don't have many shiny, valuable things here," the lieutenant said, pulling up a box of parchment from under the cloud desk. "We try to stay pragmatic. But I would have to say your best bet would be the city museum. Since you've already become so well acquainted with Private Pansy and Private Cloud Duster, I'm sure they'd have no problem escorting you where ever you need to go."

Both adolescents glanced at Willow, though only Cloud Duster smiled and nodded.

"That sounds great," Willow agreed.

"Alright, if that is all..." Star Catcher grabbed a few blank parchments. "Grimmig Rache, I will go to arrange a team for you and be back shortly. Private Cloud Duster, Private Pansy, come with me. I must review the circumstances of your misadventure with Willow Streaks along the way."

With that, the regent turned and open a doorway in the wall, followed out hesitantly by Pansy and casually by Cloud Duster.

"Hope you feel better, little heroes," Cloud Duster threw to the two kindly when his superior was out of earshot, then following out and zipping up the door behind him.

Realizing they were now alone again after all this chaos, Willow zipped to Rache's side as fast as he could and entered a quiet but quick tone. "Quickly, before they get back: I have some explaining to do about where we are."


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Giovenith quickly caught on to Myra's presence, eyes growing as she examined how thoroughly disturbed her seldom-seen dragon girl friend looked. Drova and Torii were present too. Oh jeeze, they didn't turn around and blame this all on her, did they? Fuck that, she wouldn't be sympathetic to that, Myra wasn't to blame.

"Myra, what happened? Are you alright?" she asked, grasping her friend's shoulder. "Are you in trouble?"
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Postby Primordial Luxa » Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:47 pm

Northwest Slobovia wrote:snip

"Oh" Primordial said with a sympathetic smile quickly after Sandy had finished before setting down his glass and focusing on Sandy in an effort to clear up a slight confusion. "Im terribly sorry perhaps I spoke incorrectly. I didn't mean to say that I would do anything except send out a few letters to known magic users inviting them to a meeting to talk about details of what people want to do, what people can do, what people want to see done, and how they would like us to go about doing this. Of course it wouldn’t be anything formal so really we could talk about anything I suppose but those are the sorts of things I personally would like to understand.”

He didn't know if it was the word conclave having different meaning for him and Sandy or if his tone had indicated something he didn't mean to but he tried to show his sincerity about what he intended. Honestly he wouldn't be surprised if Amanda had soured Sandy's view of him but he didn't want to make that assumption immediately. Truthfully the idea of a more friendly group meeting had been one of his core ideas but he had wanted to hold off on it until he knew exactly who he could trust with operating this organization. But it appears as though the first people he talked to appeared to be capable people thereby moving up his timetable.

“Really I want to stress that I’m not trying to take control or anything, I understand your conflict with my original plan and it’s a valid one. I merely want to pull my own weight around here, help in a field which I feel skilled in, and take the pressure off of other people like the Healer group. I hope that is understandable.” Primordial pushed his empty glass slightly away from himself and began fishing inside his jacket for something which he seemed to be having trouble finding all the while continuing the conversation.

“I hope you could trust me but I understand such things require time so please allow me to be more transparent. I’m doing this because Minerva suggested there was a need for more magical coordination but also because as an arcane scholar I enjoy the company of other enlightened individuals. In addition, I thought extra eyes and abilities might enhance some of the plans I had for creating a system of magical safeguards against further problems.”
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Postby Swith Witherward » Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:13 pm

Willow and Rache

The empty mush bowl dropped to the floor as Rache sat up on the cloud couch. His front feet flew out to smoosh Willow's cheeks, causing the poor artist's lips to pucker.

"I LOVE THIS PLACE!"

No longer subdued by the presence of native ponies, he released his friend and zipped into the air. "This place is awesome!" Legs flailed wildly as he pantomimed the adventure. "Did you see them taking on that... what did they call it? Soldiers flying and diving and hacking! And the wings! You should have seem them taking off its wings! It was all RAAAAGGGHHH!!!! and they kept delivering their blows." His wings folded to let him slowly drop towards the floor. "And then they followed it down!" Rache spun to land on his hooves. "Then the lightening - Just ate it up!"

The delighted Daemon broke into a carriage horse's high stepping trot, ears pinned back and mouth widening into a brilliant smile as he circled Willow. "And you saved the Pansy mare! Not bad. Well done, Willow, well done!"

Yet prior questions were coming back to haunt him. Rache toned his excitement down and settled onto the couch again. "But yes, first explain. These ponies don't seem to match up with your description. Is this a foreign land not governed by your god-queen? It almost seemed to me that you thought it was a pageant when we first arrived. And," here a hoof wagged at Willow, "I'm not too impressed with the talk of lynchings going on below. Exactly who is getting lynched, and by whom, and why?"



Dining Room

Myra had never given anyone bad news before. Her eyes pinched tight in an effort to strengthen her resolve, but in the darkness she saw only her last fleeting moments in the lab. Her face screwed itself into a dismal state as the images assaulted her mind, and then she drew a shuddering breath and sought Giovenith's hand.

"I was watching Miss Neste's targling," she began softly, "Because she's staying upstairs with Mr. Itum, and FUBAR is a terrible pet sitter. So she left me a note and a key, and I've been there all morning."

Myra wet her lips with her tongue and drew another steadying breath. "And I was playing ball with him. Just throwing it and he'd fetch it. And then the door banged open. And it was Miss Nila and some priests. And they said "GET OUT". They meant it. So I got up. And I went to go. But I forgot my jacket."

Her grip on the godling's hand had intensified as she spoke, and was now as hard as iron. Another shiver rippled through her. "So I went to the couch. And when I turned, they were carrying some stuff. And Miss Nila hissed at me and told me to get out again. And I was so embarrassed because she yelled at me. And I ran for the door, and there was another priest there, and I ran into him, and I said sorry, and then I saw that he was carrying Marcus, and-"

Her words failed. Frightened, grieving eyes locked on Giovenith's dazzling irises. A rapid blink dislodged tears and spilled them down her cheeks. Myra shook her head and sought the godling's gaze again. "I- I'm so s-sorry, Giovenith. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
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Rache and Willow

Willow wasn't as enthusiastic as Rache. Despite the praise he received the beatnik's expression was glum and blank. Carefully, he dug around in his wristbands and pulled out three matches from them. Carefully he balanced them against one another on a cloud table, pushing the tips together to form a three-edged pyramid.

"Very long ago, ponies were not so different from humans," he began. "Naturally, ponies depend on one another for existence: Pegasi maintain the weather, Earth ponies maintain the life of the earth and grow food, and before our princesses, the unicorns were responsible for running the cycle of day and night. You take down one race..."

He removed a match from the precarious pyramid, toppling the other two in the process.

"... You take down them all. But during this time they were, or are, connected only by this necessity, and divided in every other way. Living as three separate tribes, the unicorns were ruled by a monarchy and valued luxury and knowledge, the pegasi were ruled by a militaristic order and valued strength and pragmatism, and the Earth ponies were run by democracy and valued simplicity and earthly roots. Each was equally important and powerful in their own way, and each harbored deep mistrust of the other two, constantly belittling one another's cultures and always keep eyes peeled for any slip up in their precarious alliance for continued survival.

"Though mistrust and xenophobia were deeply ingrained in the collective pony civilization, things nonetheless remained stable for many generations. Peace was maintained so long as every tribe contributed to their place: Earth ponies provided all three tribes with food, unicorns kept the sun and moon rising, and the pegasi kept the weather sane and helpful to the Earth ponies' farming. But that was soon all destroyed when a mysterious blizzard, this blizzard, rolled in...

"This blizzard was not caused by the pegasi. It seemingly came from nowhere, and no matter how many clouds they inspected and how hard they tried to influence it to stop, it just kept snowing and getting cold. What nopony knew at the time was that the cause of the blizzard was none other than the three races' hatred for one another: the ever-present, misplaced bitterness and mistrust had attracted windigos, emotionally parasitic winter spirits."

Willow glanced at Rache and cleared his throat, leaving out the implied, 'Kind of like you guys!'

"They're not affiliated with a pantheon or anything, but they are still dangerous. The spirits feed off of conflict, hatred, suffering, sorrow, and death. They attach onto groups, species, and lands, and the more conflict they feel, the more powerful and cold their winter becomes; it's also a self-fueling process, as often the reason they continue to be able to feed on more and more negativity is specifically because of the struggles of the winter they cause. That's exactly what happened with the ponies. It didn't take long for the winter to begin to kill off much of the Earth ponies' crops, and soon all of ponykind was thrust into famine, stirring violent conflict and confrontations over the distribution of what little food there was. Ponies from all tribes starved and froze to death rampantly, and they were all very quick to blame one another for their suffering, fighting constantly about who was responsible for this disaster. The unicorns thought the pegasi, the pegasi thought the unicorns, and the Earth ponies thought either the pegasi or the unicorns. Everypony became angrier, hungrier, colder, and more afraid with each passing day, which of course only worked to fuel the windigos and make the blizzard worse and worse.

"Eventually, the tribes collectively agreed that enough was enough, and decided to briefly put aside their fighting in order to convene at a grand summit and discuss how to survive. Each tribe sent their leaders: Chancellor Puddinghead of the Earth ponies, Princess Platinum of the unicorns, and Commander Hurricane of the pegasi. Despite the summit's best intentions though, no solutions were made as the tired, frustrated leaders immediately began to throw about accusations and insults, each eventually condemning the other two tribes as on their own and leaving what little left of the alliance in ruins. The leaders returned home, and by miraculous coincidence, decided simultaneously on the same last ditch course of action to save their respective tribes: find a new land. Abandon this one, find somewhere warm and fertile, evacuate whoever was left alive there to rebuild, to Hell with the other races. In order to keep the plan in secrecy and prevent the other tribes from interfering, each leader decided to take themselves and one subordinate out into the unknown to find and claim a land, then return to move the rest of the citizens there."

Willow pointed at the door where the soldiers had left. "Commander Hurricane chose, or rather will choose, Pansy as the subordinate to accompany him. She and five others are destined to become the founders of Equestria. This occurred when all three tribal duos searched high and low separately, but eventually each stumbled upon an unclaimed paradise and claimed it for themselves... before discovering one another again, and realizing they had all claimed the same paradise. Outraged, the leaders confronted one another and began to argue about who the land should truly belong to, only to be intervened on by their subordinates, who were all tired and begged them to find peace. The leaders rebuked them and continued to argue, and almost immediately, snow began to fall upon them: the windigos had followed. In mere minutes the paradise was wrapped in white before the six's very eyes, and they were forced to seek shelter together in a cave. There, the leaders were so fed up and angry that they continued to fight, first over who got what parts of the cave to sit in, and then who got to claim ownership over small worthless rock they found. They had pretty much gone insane. So insane that the windigos froze over the cave opening and froze the very bodies of the leaders, leaving their subordinates guideless, alone, and scared. It was only then the three subordinates were able to see the windigos, which had gathered within their cramped cave and flitted along the ceiling, and came to the horrible realization that all the suffering and death had been the tribes' own faults for their horrid way of treating each other.

"Knowing they faced death with the windigos rapidly freezing away their bodies as well, the subordinates broke down to one another, admitting that they each had never really felt any true reason to hate one another, and that they wished things could have been different. Reconciling and admitting that despite their differences they were all still ponies, the subordinates embraced each other in unity and allowed the windigo ice to overtake them. That was when ponies discovered their own power under Harmony. The friendship between the three subordinates triggered a greater magic, which broke them free from the death and destroyed the windigos in a melting warm blaze, breaking their spell over the land and unfreezing the leaders. Upon explaining what had occurred, the leaders at last saw the error of their ways and made truce right then and there, declaring that never again would they allow the destruction caused by their hatred to rise again. They returned to the old land and moved all of ponykind to the new land together, banding together under one flag, one kingdom: Equestria, land of all ponies."

Willow stuffed the matches back into his bands. "It was only later that our gods found us, and many centuries later that the individual tribal governments were disbanded in favor of their sole rule over all ponies. By the time I was born, the individual pony cultures had all but disappeared and been replaced in a single unified pony culture. We really don't see race that much anymore save for when it comes to the natural balance. We celebrate our unity every year with a play retelling our history, but we often forget the own inherit darkness that still ultimately lies within our capabilities. The story has a happily ever after: but we landed before that end."

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Giovenith immediately froze up inside. She felt a hot, numbing tingle overtake her body, and for a moment she felt dizzy. Fighting it off, she grabbed Myra again and squeezed her shoulders harder.

"Take me there, right now!"

She wouldn't let this slide. No. No. Not a second to waste. She could help. She would help. She couldn't not help. Everything else wiped from her mind and was replaced with a single goal: Save her loved one.

"Now!"
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Postby Torsiedelle » Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:23 pm

"What happened to Marcus?"

Torii had a very similar reaction to her friend. To Torii, it felt like an impact - a sudden, stunning, forceful impact that "blew away" everything else she was feeling and thinking about. That's how it compared, to her, like an atom bomb; there was all of her panic and anxiety over what she did to Drova, and their fight, and everything else, but that was just normal conflict compared to the metaphorical bomb dropped on her head concerning the boy she looked up to as a friend, role model, and family member.

"H-he's not hurt, right? He's going to be okay?", She asked. She was pale again, but this time it was entirely from fear, rather than anxiety or worry. She felt too surprised and numb to start panicking again. This was way to serious for her.

"I mean, he's tough. He's a cyborg, if something happened to him, then he can handle it, right? He's stronger than a lot of us."
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Postby Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 31, 2015 12:36 am

Willow and Rache

Rache's head nodded sagely. The pony didn't have to leave out any implied thoughts. The Daemon already recognized the aftermath caused by the power of emotions. He listened intently and without interruption as the story unfolded, and then remained silent once Willow had finished in order to ruminate over his own thoughts regarding everything.

"It's no wonder you mistook this for a pageant," he broke the silence, then sighed. "This is the single most important historical event in your species' existence. We have stepped back in time."

Rache rolled onto his rump and adjusted his wings in order to slouch against the couch's low back. Rear legs dangled as he sought to piece together various items. "Alright, so artifacts brought us back in time to witness these events. Why? The Windigos are alive and well, and feeding off the disharmony. The three tribes are divided. There are monsters rampaging this city. And you saved a key person. Are we here for that reason, or are we here to make certain things happen as necessary, or has some malevolent thing sent us here to perhaps undo the past?"

He leaned forward to perch his elbows on his knees in a rather unpony-esque fashion. "We must be very careful regardless of why we're here. We mustn't do anything to compromise your history. You see, back home Chaos faces the same challenge. Bielefeld and the Earth are our ancient history. Every moment spent there is a balancing act. The wrong thing at the wrong moment can tip shit, drastically changing the future we come from. That's why the Men and Lads remain mostly hidden, and why we move in shadows rather than boldly walk around waging war in the open. You and I, and our friends, if they're here, need to be just as cautious. This isn't our time, but this is your history."

He rubbed his grey brow and sighed. "Yet we are here. We must see it through. It is more important that things unfold as they are meant to than it is to find our companions. If Aegis and Chrys are with Yuna and Brit, they'll guide them wisely. We need to trust in that. But you and I? You've saved Pansy once already. It was your calling. And this Harmony you spoke of is something only she and the other subordinates can achieve. I certainly can't, given that I'm a element of emotion just like the Windigo. But I'll tell you what a Cultist would do - he'd follow along, every step of the way, to make certain that nobody essential dies. Let's find a way to be included in the history. Your knowledge of your own lore, and my magic, well these are potent things. Let us use them to the benefit of your people, Willow. As my avatar would point out - It's the noble thing to do."



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Myra blanched at Giovenith's demand, but the godling's shout broke the spell and the girl fervently nodded her head. Her face turned to regard Torsii for only a moment, her eyes conveying only pity. Cyborg or not, he still wasn't an immortal. The glance was fleeting. Myra spun and took to her heels, turning left once she sprinted from the dining room.

"Hurry!" she gave a shout as her feet pounded back down the stairs. She sprinted across the lobby, heedless of Volker's chastisements, with the group in tow as she retraced her steps back through the maintenance hallway.

She took the stairs to the basement two at a time, but drew to a sharp halt once she reached the ground. "Shit!" Just as she suspected, the maintenance corridor outside Neste's apartment had a sentry.

"Look, FUBAR, I know we're not supposed to be down here. I brought Giovenith and some of Marcus' friends, so don't, please don't get mad."

The Drone responded by lazily bringing a weapon to bear. Myra paled.

"Okay, but Giovenith is his girlfriend, FUBAR. She's a god. She can help?" Myra pressed, and prayed the Drone wouldn't start blasting everything in sight. "Please, let her try. Please, let her go in. Please, FUBAR? She can bring his soul back if he's dead. I know she can. PLEASE, DAMNIT!"

"You are an idiot, Myra Bones," came the Drone's growl. Cold optical lenses regarded the assembled teens and then focused on the godling. He appeared to be weighing the situation, or else silently communicating with whoever was on the other side of the door. The silence was only a few seconds but it felt like an agonizing eternity before the Drone spoke again. "Your magic is useless beyond the door, Godling. Come forward if you will, as he held you dearest in his heart. The rest of you should find something better to do. It is not safe for you in there. Not now."
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Postby Giovenith » Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:54 am

Rache and Willow

There was some comfort in that Rache was now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, though he added a whole new weight with insistence on their duty to secure the future. It twisted the artist up inside with the sheer magnitude of it all, and the thoughts of all the terrible things that could happen if they fucked up, but he still had no doubt that it was completely right. Willow fully believed they could save their friends and guarantee Equestria's founding.

He gave a curt nod. "You'll probably still need to go with the Lieutenant's team when she comes back, we don't want to wear out our welcome by changing our minds about their generosity at the last minute. Since I'll apparently being going to this museum with Pansy and the Cloud Duster boy, I'll have to be extra careful to not influence anything too much, but I'll still see if there's anything they can help us with. According to the lieutenant, the pegasus leader, Commander Hurricane, apparently isn't within the city right now. That might be the closest concerning thing. Though, if the pageant is to be believed, he can probably take care of himself - it always made him out to be kind of a beat-down asshole, given his position."

If he was being totally honest.

"You might be able to ask the ponies on your team too. They already think we're a couple of outliers out of touch with the current events, so it shouldn't be too suspicious. I don't much more of a plan beyond that yet, though... there's no way in Tartarus we're going to be able to sneak in on the other tribes and their founders, they'd kill us on the spot. We can only make sure the pegasi stay on track for now."


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Held?

Giovenith didn't want to be shaking. It only made her feel like she was in even less control than she already was. But no matter how hard she willed, she couldn't force her hands to stop jittering and trembling as she pressed them together, and she was still fighting back light-headed sickness brought about by sheer dread.

He's going to be fine, she reassured herself, repeatedly. He'll probably be very badly hurt, but he will be fine, because we have the best here and he'll pull through. Just wait, I'm going to look back on this from the safety of the future with him, and we'll smile and say with relief how we got through this, and, and...

Any other possibilities were harshly banished from her mind. She thought to lend some sympathy to her friends by not being able to come in, but her heart was more focused elsewhere, and she instead resolved to reassure them after she saw that Marcus was going to make it through. Because he was. She knew he was. There weren't any other possibilities allowed.
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Postby Monfrox » Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:23 am

Brit soon began to slowly take off parts of her whole dressy get up, starting with the god awfully tight bow. Freedom! Just like taking off shirt garters after a long day of wearing Blues. Oh man, she felt she could breathe again! She heaved a sigh of relief as she went about undressing most of what she could before joining Clover over at...what the heck was that? Whatever it was, it looked complicated as hell. She paused to look back at her star.

"Magician huh..." She switched gears to the more important things at hand. "Miss Clover, I assume you have a way for us to get back. However, I'm sure that you'll want out help first, and yet at the same time I must inform you that we may not be the only ones who traveled over into this world. Last I remember, I was at a table with about five others with me. My friend here, Chrys, was one of them. OH! Yes, my name! You may call me Brit. Like I said, we aren't exactly from here, so we'll do just about anything within reason to help get back."

She was trying not to sound selfish, but hopefully Clover would understand their need to return from where they came from. Still, if she required her help, she was all but ready to give it to her if it meant doing some good to this sort of world before they left.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:39 am

"What do you mean not safe?", Torii spoke up. She wasn't afraid of the Drone, not FUBAR. "What are they doing? Everything is alright, right? He's not actually seriously hurt, right?", She pressured the Drone for some more answers. "I need to know. I..."

She gulped, fighting back her own scared, sick feeling. "Gio", She asked, "I want to know what's going on in there, okay? Please?"
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Postby Tiltjuice » Thu Dec 31, 2015 3:13 am

Torsiedelle wrote:"What do you mean not safe?", Torii spoke up. She wasn't afraid of the Drone, not FUBAR. "What are they doing? Everything is alright, right? He's not actually seriously hurt, right?", She pressured the Drone for some more answers. "I need to know. I..."

She gulped, fighting back her own scared, sick feeling. "Gio", She asked, "I want to know what's going on in there, okay? Please?"


The rabbit perched on Giovenith's shoulder hissed, now looking like he had passed through an electrostat, both at Torii's insistence and FUBAR. The Drone looked like a particularly tempting buffet at the moment.

MB shook both his ears and leapt at Torii as he had leapt at Drova earlier.
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Postby Tiltjuice » Thu Dec 31, 2015 3:18 am

Brit and Chrys

"Parties come and go, but each one is unique and fun. Anyway, though - " Chrys' clothes flew of as if in a high wind, and she stepped out still in the clownishly layered makeup. Reaching for a robe, she threw it over herself, hiding her own cutie mark, a paper lantern. A thought struck her and she held away the collar of the robes, wondering if her Conservator's mark had transferred over, but there was no trace of it.

She raised her head again and looked to Clover for a brief moment, before examining the ornate instruments in the room.

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Postby The BranRiech » Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:42 am

"Oh, I see how it is."

Drova threw his hands up in disgust at the denial of entry. "First she goes off and lies straight to my face." He pointed at Torii. "And now we're not even allowed to see our friend when he's hurt, or fucking dead?" He snarled, huffing angrily as he started to turn around, walking away. The Prince only took a few steps before he grunted, remembering Torii's harried apology to him just minutes before. "Torii." He said.

He locked eyes with her, staring into her beautiful eyes, attached to quite the beautiful face, followed by an exquisite form. A deep pang of regret began to set in, as he looked at her. Why couldn't anything work between them?

"Can we talk?" He finally asked. "We should . . . Agh . . . We should all leave Gio for this, I guess."

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"There's a good chance, to be completely honest." Yuna shrugged.

She looked closer in. While she was slightly qualified to treat humanoids, with similar bone-structures, she was quite far from being able to treat, let alone understand, the physiology of a Pony. Still though, it looked simple enough. "How long has she been unresponsive? If she's still breathing, then she probably didn't rupture any organs, because she'd be dead by now." She said frankly. It wasn't really Yuna anymore that was talking, but the years of tutoring and training she'd received on the subject of medicine.

She stopped, letting Puffy's tirade about politics go right through her ears, not even letting the notion stop to simmer in her mind as she bent down again, resting her head to Sassy's belly, the warmness of fur quite calming. "She'll probably wake up soon, but she'll be in a lot of pain if her bones are broken. Do you guys know how to . . . Uh, create a splint?"

She looked at Aegis, sizing him up as probably her most valuable partner, when it came to medical affairs. "Right, a splint?" She wavered. "It'd keep her from moving the bones she broke, so they can heal."

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Postby Torsiedelle » Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:45 am

Caught off guard by the rabbit's antics, Torii barely brought her arms up to try and catch MB, as she stumbled into the wall. That fumble probably wouldn't gain her points with FUBAR...

She groaned and thanked the heavens it wasn't back in the kitchen, where there were chairs to stumble into. She heard Drova, and was surprised now; she nodded and spoke quietly, not wanting to make a scene. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, yes, we can talk. We need to, and I should leave Gio alone. I'm just so confused now, I'm sorry."
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Postby The Carlisle » Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:28 am

Kale stared daggers at drone guarding the door, though those eyes showed a mixture of fear, anxiety, and anger as well. She groaned, angered that she couldn't be in there to see Marcus. All these events today were driving her close to the edge, and this drone was the icing on the cake. But, she held her place and kept to her own. More shouting would only make things worse for everyone here.

Looking away from the drone, her eyes fell on Gio. Instantly her anger turned to fear. It seemed Her and Marcus were really close. Almost like family. Out of everyone standing here, Gio was probably taking it the hardest. Heck, she was shaking from it. It made Kale's heart sink.

She moved in close to Gio and gave the girl a hug, holding onto the girl's shaking hands. "It's gonna be okay Gio..." the plant girl said. She put all her hope into that statement. For Marcus, for Gio, for the others.
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Postby Giovenith » Thu Dec 31, 2015 5:10 pm

Brit and Chrys

Clover nodded along to Brit's words, while using her telekinesis to perform a variety of actions. A small shower of crystals levitated around the two, shining lights upon them and taking readings as several quill pens wrote down the information they collected.

"It really is a shame my mentor couldn't be here to see this," she remorsed. "He's been working on the study of extra dimensions for years now, meeting you would have been such a huge breakthrough. He and the King have been afar for months now though, so he'll just have to make due with what I've gotten from you two. I'm certainly not going to hold you here just to see what he has to say in person..."

An opening the floor revealed itself and rose a short pillar out, atop which rested a small safe. Opening it, Clover the Clever rested the parchments with the newly written information inside. A glance inside revealed several other valuable items - including Willow's astrolabe.

"... But yes, I could use your help. Not that I'm not fond of my fellow unicorns, but times are troubled, and I really can't bring myself to trust them in such desperate circumstances. They all believe it's the end of the world, you know? We're running out of ponies with enough magic able to raise the sun and moon, it's sucking some of us completely dry and magicless, and when we can't maintain the cycle anymore, this whole planet will perish either in a fall of eternal darkness or hellish inferno. But that's an issue for another time!"

She slammed the safe closed and it sank back into the floor.

"Right now," she turned back to them. "I need you to help me keep the caverns safe from Arrow. Help me find a permanent solution, and I shall help you find a way to return home."

Yuna and Aegis

The natural-born ponies exchanged looks.

"Usually the one who carries medical supplies is-" Smart Cookie began.

Even before she speak of the devil, he, or rather she, had come. The door to the small home burst open in a swirl of the harsh wind, and in shuffled a bundled form.

"... I heard somepony was neediiiiiiiiiiiing..." Sundae greeted morosely, lowering her hood. She didn't seem pleased, giving a steady, long, dark look to Yuna, Aegis, and Cookie. "Oh, wow, Sassy was attacked by a witch. Who could have seen that happening. Surprise, surprise. That's my surname. Surprise. I'm just so filled with it." It was probably the coldest sarcasm that have ever been uttered.

"They checked out," Cookie defended the two quickly and with a layer of venom, flattening her ears beneath her hat in a sneer. "The filly's helping out. Do you have supplies for a splint?"

"Depends..." Sundae Surprise mused, looking off thoughtfully to herself, hoof under her chin. "... Does anypony really want to live through these times? You may do well to draw upon Mother Earth's mercy for your sister, Puffy."
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Amanda turned in her seat to look at him, puzzled by his pronouncement. "Those are our most pressing needs, but why stop with them? We do need many, many other things. Why the hurry all of a sudden?" She fell silent as she thought about her own question. Rodney was the Nifid ambassador, and the Nifid had defeated the Drone attack on Bielefield. Hmm... What technology did he possess, and what was it telling him? "A problem with them?" She glanced up, meaning Kleo and Kov on the roof, "Or something further afield?"

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Postby Mincaldenteans » Thu Dec 31, 2015 8:31 pm

Northwest Slobovia wrote:
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Primordial Luxa wrote:“I hope you could trust me but I understand such things require time so please allow me to be more transparent. I’m doing this because Minerva suggested there was a need for more magical coordination but also because as an arcane scholar I enjoy the company of other enlightened individuals. In addition, I thought extra eyes and abilities might enhance some of the plans I had for creating a system of magical safeguards against further problems.”

Sandy watched the Luxan warily, weighing his words against what he'd said previously. It sounded like a hell of a backpedal, but perhaps... "Sitting around and chatting over wine is hardly a conclave, Baron, unless you intend to call this discussion a conclave." Sandy took a sip of his own wine, giving Primordial a playful smile. "But if Blackwater asked you to do this..."

He flicked his gaze over to her, wondering if she was keeping a distant eye on Primordial. No, still playing with her kids. Wait... where were the other adults? His eyes darted back and forth along that side of the room, then he turned his head to search for them with increasing worry. Sandy heard the godling's shouted commands behind him, and whirled around to see who she was ordering. But he was facing completely the wrong direction, and caught only the departing backs of the last teens. So, Klaus had gotten his confirmation. Sandy pressed his eyes shut and let his head and shoulders sag. He muttered sadly under his breath, "God damn... God damn. This is all wrong."


Anais glanced at Sandy with a visible frown, breaking the neutral face she had on since Primordial shared the table. Sandy's sudden movement and reaction had only garnered attention and his words did not lessen the worry, already replacing the current conversation. Anais did not catch all of his muted words, nor did she particularly understand what shifted Sandy's demeanor. Could he sense something outside? Or was it something deeper that she wasn't privy to? It didn't matter, the agitation was clear and she placed a hand gently upon his forearm to get his attention, "Is something the matter, Sandy? What has happened?"

The ritualist quickly regained her composure, her features turning back to neutral except for her eyes as they lingered toward the sorcerer with concern as she spoke, "Perhaps it would be best to touch upon this subject tomorrow instead? We've made some head way, despite what you may think, Primordial. You know I'm in the healer's group and that preservation is a field I'm in; you know that Sandy is the point-to person for the healers; you know what Sterling is capable of in the broadest stroke; and that the magic community at large needs to convened rather than surveyed. Being an academic of the arcane, you undoubtedly then appreciate and understand how devoted casters can be to their craft, and how guarded they are before relinquishing any information: this is basic security, for them and more often than not, for the person inquiring. We have vaguely informed you of the obvious details and sadly, nothing more can be gained tonight. Minerva may have set you to task, but I think you will find a conclave much more informative than the approach you have now, and we could assist you if you're willing."

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Willow and Rache

"I'll see if I can learn where this Commander Hurricane is," Rache picked up the mush bowl and set it on a table. No sense in leaving a mess. "The worrisome part of legendary stories is that dirty details are commonly glossed over, historical figures elevated to godhood, and poets and writers overlook facts in favor of romanticizing shit. Earth's Napoleon Bonaparte was actually average height, despite him depicted as short. Vikings didn't have horned helmets. Lady Godiva never rode through town naked. And Columbus didn't set sail to prove the earth was round; his argument with the queen was over the planet's size." Rache lazily flicked an ear. "He was, by the way, wrong. Regardless, he was the first European to set foot on the North American continent, if we don't count those hornless vikings. So don't be too startled if the real ponies you meet here don't match the sugar and spice flawlessness of their legends."

The disguised pony settled onto his couch once more. "We'll see it through," he confirmed, though he was a bit hesitant to wander without Willow as a guide. "I'm a fish out of water. Anything I should know? Culture, customs? Taboo?" A hoof patted down the uniform vest pockets, and he sighed upon discovering a familiar rectangular bulge. "I'm dying for a cigarette."



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The Drone energizing the weapon. Vibrant red streaks snaked through the connection cables; pungent ozone flavors drifted towards the brooding teens. Of all of them, only Torii had seen his particular model in action, and that was at a distance; a single discharge from the weapon was capable of wiping out everything in the hall.

"We are no longer allies," FUBAR growled, "The treaties-"

"-only applied to Earth," Amara, his replicant, emerged from the shadows to fix them with her hollow eyes. "Do not return here. Ever. I am not playing games." She sneered at the group as her arm raised to point towards the stairs. "Go."

Stupid flashbags. Adolescents pouting over not having their way because they failed to realize the dangers beyond. FUBAR was tempted to let them all pass just to watch the xeno tech rupture their tissues. The thought's pleasure manifested in the guise of a quiet hum as the shapely android approached the group to place a hand on Giovenith's shoulder.

"Come, then, Giovenith," she soothed in an uncharacteristically warm tone, "It is time to meet Marcus' family. He loved you dearly. No harm will befall you here."

She coaxed the godling past the humming sentry and then further along the corridor. Emotions were unfathomable to Amara but her scanners easily picked up the outward traces of Giovenith's. It was a shame, really. The young woman was now caught up in a wholly foreign side of her beloved cyborg. Secrets and layers, and more secrets. These were rabbit's tunnels fashioned by rival factions suffering from too much paranoia - a confusing maze that at times twisted back on itself to thwart the weasels and the farmer's poison gas alike. Not even Marcus was fully aware of them, though most were taken for granted and had been worn smooth by his own feet.

Machinery purrs rumbled behind the doors lining the corridor's right side. These areas belonged to the tech priests'. The left side seemed overly silent in comparison, worn metal doors hiding equipment rooms or perhaps even cozy apartments. Their feet carried them to once such door. Festooned with a gay wreath and edged by a sweet welcome mat and potted fern, it was entirely out of place in the gloom. Amara said nothing but reached down to brush her fingertips among the fern fronds. The door's locking mechanism clicked, and it swung open of its own accord.

"We will need to teach the plant to recognize you, should you wish to return here," Amara swept her hand to indicate Gioventh could enter the apartment - if it could be called such a thing.

The cold efficiency of forgeworld and Confederation technology merged with the vibrant warmth of Nifid science. The room was at once welcoming and yet intimidating. Amara continued onward past strange displays and workbenches, her metallic heels clicking on the steel panels coating the floor. But the clicks gave way to soft thuds as they passed through the laboratory to trod upon a faded Persian carpet where a cozy furniture grouping invited the occasional guest to rest and partake in tea. Sunlight trickled through the towering windows framing the sunken back garden; Neste's neglected targ pressed his face against the glass and wagged his odd tail at Giovenith.

The kitchen area still remained a serviceable food preparation area. Amara ushered Giovenith into it and towards the pantry door where voices could be hear quarreling. The replicant opened the pantry to reveal a short tunnel lined with jams, jellies and hard cheeses. Amara nudged the godling along.

"Welcome to wonderland, Alice," she smiled as her fingertips pressed against the pantry's far wall. It swung open to reveal a vibrant - yet exceptionally alien - wild garden. Strange plants screened the immediate area, their thickened strands grouped together to form dark blue trunks which rose from floor to ceiling to fashion the latticework above the godling's head. Tendrils had broken through the ceiling above to force their way into the Building's pipes. Water spilled into a wide pool claiming a corner of the garden.

Amara and Giovenith found themselves on a mossy path which wound its way through the alien trees and planting beds. Heavenly scents escaped vibrant flower clusters bobbing at eye level upon their tough stems. Purple and blue fungus clumped themselves a foot below each nectar flower stem. Other plants and mosses filled out the spaces and provided a harmonious blend of colors and flavors. Orange and yellow grasses dotted the scarce places between these groupings. "These flowers are not ornamental," Amara cautioned. "They are sentinel plants."

Her fingers waved at a patch of fern-like fronds encroaching upon the narrow pathway. "You see?" she nodded as each tiny stem bristled like the underside of a millipede to secrete golden, glowing mucilage balls. "Nifid sundews. Touch nothing in here if you can not readily identify it, Giovenith. Beauty is treachery and everything here is carnivorous and sentient. This is why we will not allow your companions in. They are reckless and stupid, and prone to disobeying simple directions. My words to them were harsh for good reason. This is not a fairy place for children to play in; this is a Nifid genesis pit. None of your magic will work here. We have entered a Null Node."

The path continued onward until blossoming into an inviting seating area near a quiet pond. A large grey rock streaked with glowing blue veins bordered one side of the still water. The other contained a pavilion formed of curling vines. Brother Adrastus' massive metal form was very out of place in these surroundings. He sat in a sturdy chair across from Ocho, his finger thrust inches from the thade's nose. "No more of that bullshit! Why the fuck can't you-"

"Company!" chimed the rock. Its body rippled to expose a doglike head roughly the size of a sedan. Six pairs of vibrant blue eyes peered intently at Giovenith and Amara, and the creature raised comically large lamb's ears in greeting to them. "Hello Amara. Hello Guest."

"Good evening, Buttons. This is Giovenith."

The old abbot rose from his chair, his face grim. "It is good that you've come. Please, won't you join us?" Adrastus gestured to a vacant chair.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:42 pm

Torii cursed the Drone and turned back. She had no choice but to leave, she supposed. "I used to like you, you know.", She said, adressing FUBAR.

She waved along the other teens. "Better go until Gio comes back. Look, we can all wait out in the other hall, or at the club room, or somewhere else we can be alone, okay? Besides, we need to talk."

Her gaze shifted to Drova. "We need to talk a good bit. That, and we need to all be there for Marcus, and Gio."
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Postby Giovenith » Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:42 pm

Rache and Willow

"Try not to say 'person' or 'people' around them," Willow advised. "We don't have those words in our language, only 'pony.' Likewise, we say 'everypony' or 'nopony,' no 'one's or 'body's. Remember that even though they're being nice to us that's only because they think we're other pegasi who just saved them, but they probably will be cold and even hostile on the subject of Earth ponies or unicorns, so even if it really, really bugs you, try not to lash out or act surprised if they're insensitive to other ponies' plights or say terrible things about them. It's unfortunately the current norm. Above all, don't let 'cuteness' cloud your judgment: Ponies are just like people, you can't judge what they're capable of just by looking at them."

He couldn't add anything else as the shuffling of clouds signified the three natives' return. Star Catcher allowed Pansy and Cloud Duster to go ahead of her, and then approached herself carrying a small box.

"Willow, the Privates will take you where ever you need to go," she told the younger of the two time travelers. "And Private Cloud Duster has volunteered to host you both in his own home during your stay here, if you so wish."

Willow turned to look at the blue teen pony, who only gave another smile in return. The artist had no clue who Cloud Duster was before this day, he certainly wasn't any historical figure mentioned in the play or any class he'd ever taken, and yet here he was, popping up at the right time whenever they needed it. "Oh. That's uh, very nice of you, Cloud Duster. You've been extremely helpful lately."

"Xenia!" he chimed happily.

"Okay," Willow agreed, having no clue what that meant.

Pansy didn't seem too impressed with the situation, though for what reasons were unclear. Willow couldn't help but notice that she didn't seem to be a very happy pony in general.

"Rache, the team is outside waiting," Star Catcher said, setting down the box in front of him. "They will search with you for one hour, but after that, they'll have no choice but to come back to the city. Whether or not that authority applies to you is uncertain so I will say you can continue to stay out past that, but I do not recommend it for your own safety. I've brought you some basic gear to go out with..." The box was filled with the basic light armor most of the other pegasi outside had worn, as well as a long scarf. Star Catcher demonstrated how to properly wrap the scarf around one's own head. "You leave a slit open for your eyes, so it's easier to see in the blizzard without the snow flying in your face. You can pull it down by the mouth anytime you need to speak." She then took it off and placed it in his own hooves.

"Lieutenant, my aunt may want me back home soon because of the attack," Private Pansy said, which was likely a disguised protest.

"I already sent word to your aunt, she knows you're safe and that you're working."

Feeling just a bit guilty about inadvertently pulling Pansy into a job she apparently didn't want to do, Willow tried to offer a bright side: "Have you ever been to the museum before?"

"No."

"Maybe we'll learn something cool."

"I agree with Willow," said Cloud Duster. "This will be a fun assignment."

"Good luck to all of you," Star Catcher saluted to the lot, then ushered them out to their respective jobs.

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Giovenith took the long and detailed walk in with buggish eyes, obviously impressed by all the scenery but still too worried to give it much awe. Her hands twisted at the hem of her sweater-dress, and she felt meek in the presence of the machine people. She'd been willing to introduce Marcus to her own family (just never had the opportunity), but had largely respected his own desire to keep his time with her and his home life separate. He'd opened up a little here and there, such as when he'd snuck her into the singing ceremony, but had vaguely conveyed that he considered his time with her and the other teens as something of a break from this side of him.

She carefully sat down in the unfamiliar seat and kept quiet, figuring it would be best to let the adults around her lead her through the issue. Their presence made her feel a little hopeful - when it came to Marcus' unique health and upkeeping, they'd know better than anyone how to care for him in trouble, right?
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Postby New Aksarben » Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:50 pm

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Northwest Slobovia wrote:The Building, Dining Room: Double, double toil and trouble, plotlines thicken and tensions bubble

Sandy watched the Luxan warily, weighing his words against what he'd said previously. It sounded like a hell of a backpedal, but perhaps... "Sitting around and chatting over wine is hardly a conclave, Baron, unless you intend to call this discussion a conclave." Sandy took a sip of his own wine, giving Primordial a playful smile. "But if Blackwater asked you to do this..."

He flicked his gaze over to her, wondering if she was keeping a distant eye on Primordial. No, still playing with her kids. Wait... where were the other adults? His eyes darted back and forth along that side of the room, then he turned his head to search for them with increasing worry. Sandy heard the godling's shouted commands behind him, and whirled around to see who she was ordering. But he was facing completely the wrong direction, and caught only the departing backs of the last teens. So, Klaus had gotten his confirmation. Sandy pressed his eyes shut and let his head and shoulders sag. He muttered sadly under his breath, "God damn... God damn. This is all wrong."


Anais glanced at Sandy with a visible frown, breaking the neutral face she had on since Primordial shared the table. Sandy's sudden movement and reaction had only garnered attention and his words did not lessen the worry, already replacing the current conversation. Anais did not catch all of his muted words, nor did she particularly understand what shifted Sandy's demeanor. Could he sense something outside? Or was it something deeper that she wasn't privy to? It didn't matter, the agitation was clear and she placed a hand gently upon his forearm to get his attention, "Is something the matter, Sandy? What has happened?"

The ritualist quickly regained her composure, her features turning back to neutral except for her eyes as they lingered toward the sorcerer with concern as she spoke, "Perhaps it would be best to touch upon this subject tomorrow instead? We've made some head way, despite what you may think, Primordial. You know I'm in the healer's group and that preservation is a field I'm in; you know that Sandy is the point-to person for the healers; you know what Sterling is capable of in the broadest stroke; and that the magic community at large needs to convened rather than surveyed. Being an academic of the arcane, you undoubtedly then appreciate and understand how devoted casters can be to their craft, and how guarded they are before relinquishing any information: this is basic security, for them and more often than not, for the person inquiring. We have vaguely informed you of the obvious details and sadly, nothing more can be gained tonight. Minerva may have set you to task, but I think you will find a conclave much more informative than the approach you have now, and we could assist you if you're willing."


Sterling had kept himself quiet while the others spoke, having said his piece about the whole matter and not wanting to add to the confusion at the table. He'd instead resumed his eating while everyone spoke, finally finishing his food after, well, however long they'd been discussing this matter. It'd been quite a while, as far as he could tell, but who knows. Time moved slowly sometimes, especially in tense moments like this. Sterling was a bit uncomfortable about the whole situation, again unused to such divisive arguments. Though that was likely the company he kept, being a librarian and all.

However when Sandy looked around the room in obvious distress, he wondered what had happened just like Anais. Though he hadn't seen or heard anything happen besides that one furry guy watching the cyborg intently, almost staring. Was a bit creepy, to be honest, but whatever it was was intent on watching the mechanical human intently. Besides that, and several people having suddenly departed, nothing seemed to be the matter. "Well, I think we suddenly found ourselves mostly alone here... Wonder what's going on, do you know Sandy?" HE asked, adding his query to Anais'
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Postby The BranRiech » Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:41 am

"We'd be in there if they let us, the bastards." Drova shook his head, some of the monumental amount of anger redirected towards the utter bullshit they were being forced to put up with. "But we'd never get past that monster of a machine in the door." He said, looking back at the Drone, tying to intimidate the teens into leaving. "It's bullshit!" He shouted back, already walking away. "If I was hurt or dying, I'd be fucking sure to let all you in!" His face was starting to turn red as he shouted. A machine like FUBAR probably didn't give a rats ass what he thought, but the loudness in his voice made his cold heart feel a little warmer.

With Torii, and more than likely the others in tow (He assumed the others would take the threat rather seriously as well), he turned and finally made eye contact with Torii again. "Look, you're lucky I'm more mad at that stupid thing back there." He started. "But . . . I thought we had something together. You wanted to be my girlfriend just yesterday."

He looked up to the ceiling, wondering if he flew hard enough, if he could break through the plaster and tiles and take to the skies, leaving the drama of the building behind. There was a door for that, and breaking through the roof would probably just kill him if he tried hard enough.

"Look. Let me just say this, and then we can go back to being friends or whatever. Why did you say those things back there, in the dining room? Is it because you really think that way about me, or what?" Drova's eyes turned to more of a pleading nature. He wanted to know the answer, not just for his sake, but to satisfy the rouge question tugging his mind down, on whether Torii really ever was even attracted to him in the first place.

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