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    Daedalus
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    Arete
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    Castor
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    Lev Nobleheart

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    1. Ciraxis

      Ciraxis

      Go get them Canterlot team!

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  9. "No, we already tried that. Cross it off the list." Admittedly, his response was more brusque than he'd intended. But Daedalus was a bit high strung after hours in the lab wrestling with anomalous test results, hardware-breaking aetherochemical reactions, and a less than adequate supply of coffee. He'd never really scold Kyanaster with any malice. Instead, his sharpness was a product of his frustration. The familiar had become invaluable for her assistance to him since their... acquaintance. Kyanaster beeped in a disapproving tone. Daedalus sighed and tuned back to the list floating beneath her, half-expecting a lecture on attitude. Instead the followup series of beeps and tones indicated something even more vexing. "What do you mean there's no list?" He looked at the list he had been checking off as he'd worked. He blinked. He blinked twice. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at it. "Give me that!" Seizing it with his magic, he floated it directly to his face. It was not a trick of the eye, nor was it a product of his exhaustion. The flowing script simply stated: "YOU'RE INVITED!" A swirling bit of flourish at the end of the text was looped into a cartoon facsimile of Discord's face. Daedalus glared at it. It winked at him. "Discord, no." He cursed. The text changed, the lines rearranging themselves on the page and leaping off into empty air. They flashed neon pink in front of his face before both they and the letter were shredded by the swirling shear of twisted reality around him. As he was sucked into the portal, he made crude simulacra of pegasus wings, each flashing a rude gesture at the sign; the sign reading: "DISCORD, YES!"
  10. Four hours. Four hours wrought with frustration, aetherochemical misfires, and otherwise general unpelasantness. Daedalus slouched in one of the recliner seats in the Keep lounge, the still-steaming mug of Quagga Dark coffee floating by his head courtesy of Kyanaster’s gravity field. The stellar fragment chirped and flashed blue briefly as the foyer hatch opened. “Yes, I know,” Daedalus groaned in reply to Kyanaster. “No rest for the wicked I suppose.” He rolled upright, taking the mug from his familiar and taking a sip of it before trotting to greet Twilight with a rather haggard smile. “Welcome home! An update, yes. But not of the satisfactory kind. Last few leads have been a bust. I do consider myself an expert arcanist, but the amount of expertise and machinery required to reverse engineer some of these relics and trace their origin points exceeds what I can accomplish in a timely manner.” Daedalus returned the mug to Kyanaster, motioning to Twilight to accompany him and starting toward the lab. “Nevertheless, I feel it best to report what I’ve been able to discover thus far. I’m hoping your fact finding trip was more productive?”
  11. Zebra/pony foals are entirely allowed! It's reasonable for them to have wings or a horn if one of their parents was respectively a pegasus or unicorn. So long as the characterization fits the world you should be fine.
  12. Feeling… something… being plucked from her roused Qing from her torpor. She glared at the source of the voice, completely oblivious to its true nature. Momentarily satisfied that her warning had been heeded, she laid her head back down on the floor and closed her eyes. Her eyes snapped back open as the realization struck her like a hammer to the snout. Someone was here. In the bathroom. With her. Her mane stood straight up as she felt a claw run through it. She slowly turned her head around, eyes wide as dinner plates, her pupils constricting as they set sight on the visage of the lord of chaos. A croak that started from the bottom of her gut, escalated in pitch and intensity as it rose through her until it became a piercing scream. Her shrieking was immediately accented by flailing hooves, fluttering wings, and wildly thrashing tail slamming into various bathroom fixtures as she fumbled the door open. Slapping, screeching, and shoving, Qing clumsily marehandled Discord out the door and slammed it shut behind her. Qing’s back slammed against the door, her breaths clearly audible through it. She slowly slid down to the floor, the coolness of it moderating her breathing slightly and staving off hyperventilation for the moment. When she was calm enough to properly reply, she took a deep breath and leaned back against the door. “You could have at least knocked! W-what if I w-wasn’t decent!” She huffed, voice still shaky.
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