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  1. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    Daedalus’ half-slumber was disturbed by shouting outside the tent. It had been no more than a day since their displacement and not long after their expected return; indeed they were still within their arrival window. Even if word had returned to Canterlot and Stalliongrad that they had been left behind at the crash site, there would still have been lead time for a decision to be made and search parties to be assembled. That a rescue party would find them so soon and with such precision was… suspicious to say the least. Now might be a good time to wake up Twilight. “Twilight,” he whispered, rolling back over. “Twilight--” The space that Twilight had blissfully slumbered in mere moments ago was empty. Daedalus froze. The murmurs outside continued. Quietly, with as little movement as possible, Daedalus reached out an aetheric tendril to check the front flap of the tent. The wards had been undone, an act that could only be done from the inside. Seeing as how there was also little sign of struggle, Twilight was not forcibly extracted from the tent. By all accounts it was safe. But Daedalus still didn’t feel right and something had to be done. He sighed and donned his harness, leaving the tattered remains of the cloak behind. If Twilight was being debriefed by a rescue party he supposed it best to show himself so that they would not assume him hostile. He nosed open the makeshift tent flap and stepped outside. Blinking back the brightness, Daedalus stopped dead in surprise. Standing before him in all of her solar majesty was Princess Celestia herself. Though he had yet to meet her in person, Twilight had gushed endlessly about her mentor and reigning diarch of Equestria. This was certainly a treat -- just not after the escapades of the previous night and the tribulations of the previous day. Having a shower and the opportunity to groom himself into something less disheveled would have been nice. Having the opportunity to collect himself more would have been nicer. One glance at Twilight was enough to put a twinge in his cheeks, partly out of the still-fresh memories of the previous night and partly out of the egregious self-awareness that such a thing was happening. This wasn’t like him. He didn’t get emotional, attached -- infatuated. It was a jumble of emotions and racing thoughts that Daedalus was not used to at all. He had little time to hesitate, however. Twilight embraced the princess warmly, leading Daedalus to dismiss the last of his doubts about the nature of their rescue party in spite of his suspicions. He put on his “game face” on and stepped forward. The sudden clink of metal and shuffle of hooves stopped him dead in his tracks. In an instant, the guards had formed a spear wall between him and the princesses. “Now, now, let’s not be too hasty,” he said, holding up a single hoof in a halting gesture. “Princess Twilight? There appears to be a… misunderstanding here.”
  2. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    Daedalus’ words were silenced by the press of Twilight’s lips against his own. His eyes went wide with surprise before closing in bliss. The prior realization that it was a dream only further dissolved his inhibitions. Indulgences here would reflect little on the real world unless he made it so. With the last of his shackles released, Daedalus dove deep, meeting the kiss with just as much enthusiasm. Wisps of incense seemed to reach out from the haze and goad him onward, steam bearing his hooves until he was literally floating alongside Twilight. Bodies pressed close and hooves already wandering, Daedalus drifted into the Princess’ chambers entranced. ****** Daedalus awoke with his face buried in the partly caved face of the coconut he had brought into tent the night prior. He coughed and sputtered, spitting out strands of coconut husk as he finally shook himself fully awake. The cool aftermath of evaporating sweat and heated breath lingered in his coat. This wasn’t the sweat of fever or sickness. It was earthier, healthier, as if he had been on a long walk for pleasure rather than trying to save his own life like the previous day. He felt strange inside, a lingering warmth that floated in his chest. This was not illness; the nausea from warp sickness was long gone. No, the warmth he felt was something else altogether -- a feeling that had eluded him since the last days with Acantha before his final departure from Kastrot: belonging. Consciousness’ return brought with it other revelations; specifically that he was not in fact face first in coconut. He was instead face first in Twilight Sparkle’s mane. Their limbs lay intertwined, bodies still pressed against each other in satisfied afterglow. His first instinct to recoil was countered by the fact that Twilight herself had not done so already. Checking himself over quickly, he found both he and Twilight seemed to be whole and hale. The wards of the tent were still in place and there were no signs of anything untoward that had happened the previous night. Everything was, at the moment, in order. Daedalus wasn’t about to do anything to Twilight without her express consent. As raunchy and frivolous as the jokes and teasing were, he knew he was not entitled to her affections, physical or otherwise. The dream was an indulgence he could afford to make but little else. When Twilight awoke, it would be back to the status quo -- back to just business. With a heavy sigh. Daedalus rolled over, separating his body from Twilight’s and feeling the pang of sudden loneliness when her scent finally left his nostrils. Next dream, perahps...
  3. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    Subtle enchantments? It seemed more than subtle now. With uncanny speed, the noise of the party-goers faded to a dull murmur in the background and the room became curiously indistinct, dissolving into a warm haze of incense and steam that hugged the floor. Despite his peripheral senses twitching in discomfort, the sight before him grew ever more inviting. Twilight led him forward by the hoof, stars in her eyes and honeyed words flowing from her lips. When he looked in her eyes, Daedalus’ suspicions melted. It was his dream and a lovely one at that. Indulgence in the deep of his subconscious would kill neither of them; not tonight. He downed his glass in an instant, the collected alcohol and flavoring instantly seeping into his body, sending him into a dizzying moment of delirium. The glass behind him dissolved into nothingness but Daedalus cared not. “There is no Kastroti royalty,” he laughed. “Well, not by name! The Assembly is meant to be representative of the ponies it governs, but they may as well be kings and queens of the isles of Kastrot. They could very well raise their own sun if they felt it was in their best interests. If only I could be so grossly incandescent!” The incense tickled his nostrils and left a buzzing in his head and a ringing in his ears. The steam gently caressed his hooves, immediately evoking thoughts of a long soak in hot springs with Twilight by his side. “This… seems like a great spot. I could go for a soak.” “But to answer your question, subordinates are not merely there to sate the materiel needs of their employers. They are also privy to more… intimate needs.” His voice dropped in tone, a twinge of somberness creeping in. “More than just carnal needs. Deeply emotional needs. It’s… rare that true confidants can be found. It’s amazing that in a land with so much physical contact, very little true intimacy is had…” Maybe someday he’d go over with Twilight in real life. Maybe some day he’d not have to hide behind a mask of snark. Maybe.
  4. A veritable typhoon of activity erupted around Qing as guards scrambled, retainers panicked, and the entire court gawked at her. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, partly from the reaction and partly from sheer embarrassment. Oh what a scene she had caused. Oh what horrid luck this had been; the ceremonial role of poison tester suddenly becoming an actual tester! Suddenly, she caught a shadow upon her and looked up to see Discord towering over her. Qing shrank even further, her tall frame seeming to telescope in on itself as she looked up in wide-eyed terror. Everyone was watching and now she was finished. A lone sob caught in her throat as she closed her eyes and involuntarily took a step back. At least this horrid delirium would soon end whether it be by being rent in twain or corroded from the inside out by poison. She waited a beat, but neither came. She opened one eye to find Discord standing over her, a single shrimp in claw. His speech was not directed to her, but to the rest of the court. He casually flicked the shrimp away. Shrimp. Of course. Shrimp. This was the classic reaction of a shellfish allergy. Oh if only she had known ahead of time. How had she not encountered this as a child? Or even in academy? Qing’s cheeks burned hotter if it were even possible. Her own ineptitude had fired a cannon into the Miss Yue’s evening. She didn’t know how she was ever going to live this down but she knew needed to get out right now! Her stomach suddenly rumbled as if in agreement and Qing knew that departing sooner rather than later would be necessary before she left a mess in the dining hall. “Your M-Majesty,” she rasped again. “I-I feel very ill and must take my leave. My deepest apologies for everything that has happened!” With the hurried apology, Qing rushed out the door as quickly as she could muster and made a beeline for the nearest washroom. [Exit]
  5. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    As if the universe itself were framing the moment, the background chatter and music slowly faded away. The river of time crystallized into a solid glacier. Wine in hoof and fuzzy feelings in head, Daedalus trotted -- nay, drifted -- toward Twilight. How perfect a moment it was! Too perfect. It had to be a dream. Though the lucidity in dream meant he supposed he could take some liberties… so long as whatever transpired remained in dream only. It wouldn’t do to wake the actual Twilight Sparkle in the tent next to him with delirium-fueled ramblings and wandering hooves. He raised his glass. “A most excellent time, yes. Despite almost being waylaid by one of Pinkie’s party decorations on my way in, it’s absolutely lovely in here.” He plucked a bit of confetti out of his mane that had escaped prior inspection and sipped his wine. “Subtle enchantments to enhance the flavor. Interesting.” he mused. Subtle enchantments indeed. His eyes fell upon Twilight yet again, and this time she seemed to positively glow in the chandelier-light. Her half-lidded eyes straddled the line between coy and ferociously unlady-like, an enticing, sultry smolder that tugged on all the right strings. “Believe me, I've been enjoying every drop...” While he was never one to stumble over questions about certain kinds of entanglements, Twilight’s presence changed things. Twilight changed things. It had been a very long time since Daedalus had felt the kind of tugging he felt now. He was not serving her in an official capacity. He was not tending to her needs for coin. Without obligations weighing him down, he still found himself drawn to her. Twilight was no lavish wine to be consumed in a night of debauchery, nor was she a delicate flower to be locked away and protected behind glass. Despite her seemingly naive appearances, nothing could be further from the truth. Nay, the youthful spark was not the glint of doe-eyed naivete but a touch of passion yet unsullied by cynicism and resentment. The tug Daedalus felt was that of a yearning for bygone days when he and Acantha felt they could take on the world -- together. Now was his chance to reclaim that feeling, that security, that sureness in his place, something that had been absent for many long years. “I’m afraid I don’t know anypony quite as well as you, Princess,” he simpered. “So I’m afraid nopony has accompanied me. Unless of course you’d like to accompany me for the rest of this evening?”
  6. Hey I meant to post earlier, but I kind of let it slip. I have few far east characters, but of note are Qing and Merit. Qing is the Empress of Long Guo's personal assistant. She may not have much in the way of contact with Chiasa at the moment, but it is conceivable they might have met during her academy days or through a third party during that time. Merit may be a yokai, but he's also a real estate magnate in the Far East. Chiasa's family could have met with him or one of his associates if they purchased any land or built upon land sourced from him. Whether such a relationship is amicable or antagonistic could be discussed later.
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  10. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    Daedalus was no stranger to parties and high society functions. Maretonian politics involved many a function for both pleasure and business. That being said, it has been a long, long time since he had gotten to enjoy such finery. The life of a freelance mage and now the employ of a Princess made sure he was either in the field or in the lab for much of his time. As often as Pinkie Pie threw parties, he found himself often absent. He took a sip of his wine. “Solstice Riesling. It’s no Hipposton 398, but it will do. I suppose I shouldn’t look a gift in the mouth,” he mused. Daedalus savored the taste as he glanced out the window. The glint of the chandeliers in Twilight’s castle partially obscured the stars; less so to the faint glow of residential lights in Ponyville outside. While the rest of the town was likely preparing to bed down for the night, the area around the castle was still buzzing with activity. “Well, if there was one thing Twilight’s an expert at, it’s planning events,” he chuckled. “Though perhaps we have Pinkie to blame for some of these rooms…” He glanced at the streamers and other less formal elements included as he passed through a vestibule on his way to the main hall. The cider mug floated lazily next to his head as he entered the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Daedalus spotted the unmistakable silhouette of Twilight Sparkle. Threading his way through the crowd, Daedalus suavely maneuvered alongside Twilight. Flashing his best smile, he greeted her with his usual humor. “Fancy meeting you here, Princess!”
  11. Name: Sunset Shimmer Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Unicorn Body Color: Golden yellow, the color of the midday sun. Mane/Tail Color and Style: Fiery orange-red, with a single yellow streak Eye Color: Cyan Physique: Average for a mare of her age and profession, though she does her best to keep fit because adventure is demanding! Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Adjunct Professor of Aetherology at Canterlot University, specializing in planar travel and multiversal navigation. Theoretical, of course. Part-time adventurer. Cutie Mark: A fiery sun with its disc marked by interlocked orange-red and yellow swirls in the approximate shape of a yin yang. Unique Traits Walking Arcane Encyclopedia. What Sunset lacks in raw magical strength she makes up for in quick thinking and such a comprehensive, internalized well of arcane knowledge that she can virtually craft any spell in her head and execute them with surgical precision, aimed at just the right spot for maximal impact. Education Nonpareil. Having grown up in Canterlot to enthusiastic parents and in a climate that demanded academic excellence, Sunset Shimmer is a peerless intellectual. While her primary focus is in planar travel, she has spread her net wide and caught knowledge of many things. If there is anything that could potentially be an academic field, Sunset probably knows of it, or has at least heard of it, even if she is not an expert or direct practitioner. Portal Specialist and Planar Theorist. Sunset’s expertise is in portals and planar travel. Not so much instant teleports, but deploying precise portal entres and exits for traversing hazardous terrain during adventuring or simply getting from one place to another. She is also an expert in deploying and maintaining teleportation circles and assessing artifacts that facilitate teleportation. Daydream Shimmer. Rumors abound that Sunset conceals the true magnitude of her abilities. Such hearsay is dismissed as the idle daydreams of her students. As the good professor herself would say, “I would prefer not delve into the bottomless abyss that is my students’ fantasies of me.” Character History Sunset Shimmer was always a precocious child. She enjoyed learning, voraciously devouring any book she got her hooves on. The ones that she found the greatest taste for, however, were those of magical practicioning. Some ponies were content with theory, but Sunset wished to put her readings into practice [WIP] Personality [WIP]
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      Thanks Diobae <3333

  13. Cold Comfort [Closed: Steel]

    “So lavish with the compliments, princess!” he teased. Again, spoken in jest. Mostly. Compliments flowed like fine wine in the high houses of Kastrot. But as always, there were strings attached. Honeyed words signaled deals that shaped the course of Assembly-aligned houses while simultaneously affording their speakers some measure of personal indulgence. Gifts of materiel in exchange for influence and intelligence with lusty escapades on the side were not uncommon. Granted the phenomenon was not confined solely to Kastrot. But thus far, Equestria had seemed to have far less of it; at least with regards to Ponyville. Suddenly, flashes of color exploded before his eyes, fuzzy shapes, indistinct voices drifted in and out of his ears. His hoof shot to his forehead, his skull seeming fit to explode. Trying to focus just made it hurt more. At the height of the sudden paroxysm, he grasped a singular image. Twilight stood in a grand hall observing some function. Feeling eyes upon him, Daedalus snapped his gaze to the interloper, a hooded pony with curiously indistinct features. Just as quickly as it came, the fever dream passed. The audible stimulus faded, but the vestiges of the image remained burned into his memory. Daedalus ducked his head, panting as he struggled to get his bearings again. A quick glance back to the tent showed him that Twilight had already made her way inside, seemingly oblivious to his momentary fugue. “I’ll be along shortly. I’ll see about finding a coconut or something in case the warp sickness hasn’t quite worn off yet.” Daedalus shuffled to the tide mark. The lapping waves washed over his hooves, tickling them with cool water and salty spray. He sighed. Oracle he was not. Visions were not a part of his repertoire be they psychometry or prophecy. Warp sickness was wont to induce strange effects on an unshielded brain, but in a world of magic, premonition was not out of the question. For several minutes he stood on the shore as the waves lapped at his hooves. The visions did not return. A blast of dissatisfied breath escaped his nostrils, his exasperation sending him into an abrupt about-face. As he trotted back, he idly scooped up a stray coconut with a cracked shell and set it atop his saddlebags. Sliding into the tent, he closed the makeshift flap behind him and nodded as Twilight’s wards activated. “Let it not be said that the Princess of Magic could not a fine ward make,” he chuckled softly. Twilight seemed asleep, or at least on the cusp of it, by the time he arrived. Gingerly stepping around her, Daedalus slid onto the bedroll next to her slowly exhaled, trying to relax himself. Both he and Twilight were battered and exhausted and in serious need of rest. The new developments could wait until tomorrow. Hopefully...
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