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  1. crystal palace

    Eden nodded enthusiastically toward Shining Armor, his horn sparking a little in his excitement and making a trail of stars. He definitely liked the food, and something else about dinner just felt right. The grownups were back to talking to one another though, and it looked like the prince was watching the baby eat. That was interesting too, but there was something else. Something kept pulling his eyes up, and he didn't know what it was. It's not like the ceiling was interesting. Well, more interesting than the floors anyway. And it wasn't that they were feeding the foal, because he wasn't looking at her exactly. It was like that time in Fillydelphia when Eden got lost. He didn't know where he was or why, but he just felt like he needed to stay where he was and things would work out. And they did, his parents found him and let him live with Foxy after. But this wasn't the same. He didn't feel lost, but he felt like he was doing the right thing by waiting and watching. He just didn't know what he was watching yet.
  2. 093834.22179 Stable loop frowns for a second and nods, then starts taking off his useless knickknacks and putting them in the 'hood' of his outfit, eventually leaving only an armband, a charm bracelet, an amulet, and his goggles. Turns out the false wings on his back weren't, as when he pulled off the hoodie and fastened a couple of straps to turn it into a knapsack the wings stayed attached to him. Lastly he slips the amulet over the tiny horns on his head, and suddenly he's no longer a teenaged dragon. Instead, where he was standing is a mountain of mountain dog tying the cord of the amulet to the sack. One of the ducks takes off from a nearby pond, flying overhead and quacking irritably. A blue butterfly lands on a nearby tulip and beats its wings, flap, flap, while it drinks the nectar inside. "Right, that's settled then. Come on, we have time to get breakfast, and I'll bet you two haven't eaten." It wasn't a question, and the Diamond Dog beckoned for the group to follow him while he walked toward the edge of the park. His eyes, once the goggles were slipped up to his brow, had a pair of 'hands' piercing from the iris through the limbal ring at the 9 and 3 positions. A dog barks somewhere in the park, sounding angry, but the scent of roasted peanuts drifts in on the wind from somewhere. "There are a couple things to know about that I don't like talking about in real time, so sorry for the vague ultimatum. I've got the four of us in a six hour loop. I'm going to stick around the first time through because it'll get disorienting and I want to be able to answer questions when it happens." Mauser says, his tail betraying his stoicism with a couple of quick-tocks.
  3. 093412.19034 Stable Loop sniffed the air, the senses loaned to him by his amulet screaming in his head that an Enemy was near. His nose confirmed the familiar scent of Bahamut, as well as two other, much fainter smells that Loop knew were probably Rosetta, a thaumite smell, and Mutt, the smell of Vulkanized diamond dog. He stepped onto the path he thought they'd be taking and followed the scent to the source. "Far enough." he says, holding out the hand not holding his staff. "Not much time, but here's the rules. I'm gonna do this by starting up a loop and taking care of some business. I'll have a couple hours to help, then I need to go do my thing. I'll need different amounts of time at different points, but the four of us are going to be the only ones that know what's going on. Once I start this up, we're all in it together until I finish what I need to do here. This won't be fast. You will be sick of today. You will not see nightfall for a very long time, and this will end up throwing off every instinct you have that works on a cycle. I'll try to keep it as close to a year's interval as I can to mitigate things, but it takes a lot of- well, time to compensate after it's over. This won't be fast. This won't be easy. This won't give you all the answers. It will, however, get you an idea of where your limits lie, and how far over them you can go without breaking. Are you sure you're ready?" The whole thing was delivered in a voice that sounded physically like it was on the cusp of maturing, but whose tone suggested the owner was asking for an oath.
  4. Sī Jīn bowed low and followed at Lián's side as he exited the courtyard, keeping herself between the Prince and Discord for all the good that would do. She knew she'd need to set Lián's banquet preparations in order before she could relax, but compared with watching for the Spirit of Chaos and fretting about how to stop him if he decided to attack, arranging the prince's attire and seating for the evening would be a 'piece of pie' as one of his new acquaintances would say. She smiled to herself as she started considering what options to present Lián... ~~~ Aiyaaaa! Of all the days for the prince's foolhearty sense of wonderful humor! Not only had he decided to rib the court even further with Sī Jīn's outfit, which had taken nearly the entire time since the garden for her to get into, he'd opted to attend the banquet in nothing he hadn't been born with. Considerably less if some of the silk paintings were to be believed. Which meant he had arrived to the Hall of Plenty early, and she would be late. Very late if one were also counting all the time she should have been seeing to household matters. Instead she was being painted by sheepish maids to make sure her appearance was- well, not appropriate, there was no salvaging that, but at least not overtly disrespectful. To Yù Yuè. Personally. Much. The kunoichi in her seethed at the attention this would draw. The consort in her reveled in it. Certainly it would probably be embarrassing for both herself and the Empress, but not outright shameful, and it would have most of the court in a huff and talking about her. Sure, it would be about the gaffe, but for one thing she was still actively cultivating the perception that she was a vapid nothing hanging onto Lián's arm, and for another- she'd seen herself in the mirror. Certainly the fact that she was wearing this was inappropriate in the extreme, but she wore it well even with much plainer jewllery than would normally accompany it. And so it was that Sī Jīn strolled confidently into the Hall of Plenty nearly ten minutes after the prince and took up a seat that would place her beside the prince wearing an Imperial-cut mianfu in white, with gold threading and plum trim. One of Yù Yuè's, in fact, from a few years ago. It really didn't help matters that her natural colouration was not far off from the empress's. She'd been very careful to make sure that her mane was pulled and teased into a style more appropriate to her own station, not the Empress's, and she'd foregone a headpiece in favour of a pair of plum-blossom barrettes so it wasn't technically against Imperial law, but Yù Yuè had been wearing it in one of the portraits that led to the Hall so it would be difficult not to know unless a guest arrived through the kitchens or somehow bypassed the hallway.
  5. 6/23.1 093045.1851 It was a beautiful day in the city of Fillydelphia. Birds were singing, the sun was shining, the grass was growing, and the trees were spreading their leaf-laden boughs over the walking trails and providing shade and privacy to those within. A pair of ducks floated in the pond, diving occasionally for the sheer liquid joy of it as much as searching for morsels. A juvenile dragon hiked his way to the edge of a secluded clearing, his walking stick making a clack with each step as it's end met pavement. His costume was a hodgepodge of wool and cotton garments with cat-like ears on the brown hood and tiny wings that would never get him off the ground, mixed with welder's goggles and a ramshackle collection of bangles, talismans, amulets, chokers, armlets, and anklets. He looked like a young dragon trying to cosplay as a gremlin who'd just flown through a tacky jewellery store. He was alone, for now, but he was never comfortable outside his costume when he wasn't at home. Habit and paranoia coming to a nervous head, even here and now when he had three hours to himself. Not that it really mattered when he could slice time into paper-thin ribbons and stretch one hour into a week. But Stable Loop was waiting for his new pupil, his sister, and her friend.
  6. crystal palace

    Food! He wasn't able to follow everything the grownups were saying, but he was able to smell the food the whole time. It was kind of making his head hurt waiting. But now the food is here! And Eden's horn sparks and pulses while he pulls the plate closer to the edge of the table so it's easier to reach. He listens to the grownups while he ea-Wooooah. This was good! He didn't get to have this kind of sketti often, but he could probably learn how to make it. He would have to, this was too good! Broccolis and all!
  7. These were...developments. Feng had deftly and professionally caught the package before it had reached Yu Y- EMPRESS Yu Yue, and that was right and proper, and he had presented it to her, as was correct, and then he'd tipped his hoof. A guard couldn't afford to let the Court begin to think her devotion was anything but loyalty to the crown, otherwise there was Talk. Sī Jīn knew this better than many, but a few careful words could defuse this. She could even downplay Silver's reaction. She produced a fan from one of her sleeves and started fanning herself, the expression on her face one of vapid admiration as she said sotto voce "Oh! Such devotion! It it good to know the good sers are so ready to defend our Empress's honour!" in a stage whisper so loud a deaf beggar would have heard it across a crowded auditorium in a thunderstorm. Hopefully.
  8. crystal palace

    Eden Glow was being brought up to be a very respectable colt, so he didn't quite stare at the older unicorn while he blinked in confusion. It was good to hear that the broccolis had cheese on them, he didn't mind them that way. Hmm. Maybe the old unicorn just thought he'd heard Eden? It looked like he couldn't magic the glass, but that was okay, Eden wasn't very good at that either yet. He could JUST about hold a book up! Without thinking too much, he answered Princess Cadance's question though. "Sister's Palace is pretty." he said, as someone who wasn't allowed in the front door, but was allowed to walk on the Strip going the long way from school. He took a drink of juice while he went back to listening to the grown ups.
  9. Matron Yuchou regarded the painter for a few contemplative moments, then nodded to herself and uncoiled upward. And upward, and up and up and upward. Eventually she reversed course and dove straight for the clouds forming the 'ground'. "I'll return in just a few moments, if you'll excuse me." She called out as she speed past and through the cloud layer, with the wind of her passing pulling the hole closed behind her until all that remained was a swiftly repairing divot. She had somehow managed to shout in a polite and demure speaking tone.
  10. crystal palace

    "Everything is crystal!" Eden says almost right away. He'd thought about that while thinking about the other question, so he could spare a couple more words this time! He especially liked the way the buildings and the road did funny things with the light, he got to walk through a real rainbow! Without getting wet! Anywhere that did that was awesome in his book. Eden perked up when he heard what dinner was going to be. Spinach and (ugh) broccoli with a special sauce? He was pretty sure food that was the same colour as you was supposed to be good for you, that's why he always ate all of his veggies and Foxy got grape jam on his breakfast toast, but he didn't really like broccolis. Maybe they were different here, and maybe they use more spinach, which he did like. Besides, he wasn't going to wrinkle his snout with a Princess here! Especially a Princess with such a pretty Empire. He couldn't really stop the ear flipping back and forth between up and down, though.
  11. Stable Loop predicts a victory!
  12. Roleplay Type: Age of Heroes Name: Mouser (Stable Loop) Sex: Male Age: Young? Adult Species: Diamond Dog Appearance: Covered from tip to toe in shaggy Charcoal grey fur, Mouser is a mountain of muscular Diamond Dog defying depictions of wizards the world over. He towers over most creatures when he doesn't slouch, and even then is taller than most ponies. His eyes, dull purple with an olive starburst, are distinctive in that they bear a ring if faintly glowing ice-blue pigmentation next to the pupil. When actively using his gift, this expands sharp spikes that flare outward and he gains a limbal ring the same colour, giving his eyes the appearance of clock faces. He sports a fluffy tail that curls up once unless he's in a dour mood. He's inherited his father's old long coat, which is normally all he wears in his civilian persona. He also carries a wizardly staff for the look of the thing and because it's a sturdy piece of oak about five feet long. And how can anyone with Mouser's build possibly maintain a secret identity? The answer is in an object of power he retrieved roughly a week before the expedition that would have discovered it anyway, leaving in its place an IOU. The Amulet of the Scales is rumored to do a lot of things. Ancient accounts claim "ye ameyulette, beynge used bye a neophyte who knowwes notte that whyche she hunttes, bestowes powerr withe whyche she despenseth justyce." but scholars generally agree that it's magics primarily dealt with tracking and flight. In the paws of someone who knows the proper activating phrases however, such as Mouser, it transforms the wearer into an adolescent dragon. Combined with his goggles and various other occult (but entirely mundane) pieces of jewellery, this gives Stable Loop the perfect disguise: a dragon pretending to be a gremlin. The draconic scales are a silvery gray, and he wears an oversized cotton cap with 'ears' over what are ostensibly his horns. Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Hero and sometime wizard. Not on par with his father or siblings of course, but he can play with the toys. Unique Traits: Mouser is a massive breed, a Caucasian Mountain dog, who normally weigh in well north of 150 even without being Diamond Dogs. He moves with an alarming amount of power and grace, especially for something his size. Powers: Temporal Review: Mouser has the ability to look forward or backward along the timeline with absolute clarity. When looking backwards he can see what has happened to a person, place, or thing as if he had been there. Looking forward presents a unique set of challenges though, as he sees nearly all possible outcomes and must decide for himself which of those is likely to be the timeline he'll be in when that junction arrives. It's dangerous to be down the wrong trouser of time after all. Momentary Reprieve: Mouser is able to shift his true self outside the boundaries of Time, effectively pausing the world to give him thinking space. With some effort, he can occasionally pull others into this realm as well, depending on the individual in question and how firm their sense of self is. In this realm, time does not flow, the mind needs no rest, the body no longer matters. Emotion, language, and thought are all that exist. Mouser normally uses this in conjunction with his power of Review to allow him to not only see, but analyse the timeline. Window Between Worlds: Mouser can keep tabs on more than just alternate timelines, he is able to step briefly across the boundaries that sperate worlds, allowing him to see and interact with alternate realities. This is one of his few powers that he cannot share with others in any capacity. Deja Faisant: Those who know Mouser will note that he's nearly always where pain and trouble isn't. He never stumbles, trips, or falls when he doesn't intend to. Things don't fall on him, ignite him, or hit him. He never runs into anyone or is run into by anyone. Without knowing about his powers one would suspect he was just uncommonly lucky, but in truth he just generally knows where to be in the next couple of seconds. Temet Nosce: As a matter of course, Mouser knows where his physical limits lie, and what it would take to transcend them. Recursion: What most think of as Stable Loop's primary power, this allows him to designate a number of participants who then experience a given stretch of time that repeats itself until either Mouser releases it or they hit a predetermined condition. Mouser can only have one such loop active at any given time, and only his chosen participants can even remember that the loop happened at all. Random events tend to turn out differently in each iteration, and events will always finish playing out and then reset one more time when he stops the loop. It is from this power that his codename is drawn. Hopeless: Not a power per se but Stable Loop was, perhaps luckily, never officially a member of the Hopesguard, and as such Marionette contains no more information on him than any other prominent citizen. Strong like the Mountain: Again, not exactly a power, but Mouser's size gives him a certain amount of strength, which he retains even when in dragon shape. Diamond is Unbreakable: Like all Diamond Dogs, rocks and gems offer little resistance to his paws, claws, and jaws. Occultist: Mouser can use magical artifacts and implements as if he were a full Wizard, though raw spells elude him. This makes him the least magically talented of his siblings who have any knack for it at all. Prime Weakness: Temporal manipulation is a Prime power, and as such comes with its own drawbacks and a specific weakness. For Mouser the two weaknesses are random events, like lottery drawings, die rolls, raffles, etc, which completely flummox his predictions (the more even each possible result the harder it is for him to choose an outcome, and the more results there are the less likely that outcome is to be correct), and secondly the more people know about his powers the less he'll be able to manipulate and control the outcome. His outright weakness is that if he intentionally breaks his word, his powers become limited in scope to events within a dozen seconds for the next dozen hours. History: Never what one might call the runt of the litter, Mouser was named somewhat ironically. From a young age he was precocious and far more aware of the world than he ought to be, avoiding the big troubles all puppies get into with a deftness that was uncanny. His wizardly father suspected temporal shenanigans immediately, but as the Diamond Dog was unable to manifest even the simplest of spells, he shrugged it off as just one of those things that happen some practitioners. It started as vivid dreams of fantastic places little Mouser swore were real. But since by this point his sister was strolling some the house like walls and doors were mere suggestions, his family again wrote it off as youthful imagination. Then the headaches started and stopped almost immediately, and the pup's considerate little gestures started being unsettlingly prescient. Finally his father pulled him aside and got the talk from Mouser, who quoted it verbatim before he'd had time to actually say anything. He Gazed upon the soul of his son, then nodded with satisfaction started helping the boy keep his secret. His siblings eventually drifted to the Academy or their personal pursuits, but Mouser never did, electing to isolate himself instead in the foothills of the Griffonstone range, always just missing any would-be visitors not sent by his family. Often by visiting his family. And so he was one of the best kept secret allies of the burgeoning hero scene. He was an active and staunch ally of his sister and her friends, though when Marionette was built he started to withdraw, saying the team didn't need him as much. Then the Guard fell. When Rosetta came by, he had her favorite meal waiting for her, though he himself was nowhere to be found, along with a note apologising for everything and encouraging her not to give up. He kept himself busy after that tracking down and subduing or redeeming fallen heroes, always one step ahead of anyone who knew him as Mouser. It was during this time frame he earned the nicknames "The Gray Ghost", and "the Untouchable". The next time anyone who actually knew him saw Mouser was when he just happened to be at an outpost near the Hesperian desert. He'd cooked Rosetta's favorite meal again for her and caught up over dinner, though he seemed distracted by something he refused to talk about. And that was it. He all but vanished after that, hiding in his mountain fastness and refusing to see anyone by dint of simply never being there when other people came. Character Personality: A tough nut to crack, Mouser is both self-reliant and self-effacing. He has the low grade Atlas Complex nearly all oracles and seers develop, with a side helping of absolute self assurance that comes from literally being able to see in real time the consequences of decisions he hasn't made yet. Notable Allies: The former members of the Hopesguard, to varying degrees: Rosetta, his sister whom he supports wholeheartedly and without question any time she would have asked. He's more than a little overprotective of her, when she lets him be. Bahamut, begrudgingly. He blames Bahamut nearly as much as he blames himself for Rosetta's condition. Marionette, he claims to like her, but was more or less retired by the time she was constructed. He certainly likes that she had very little information about him. Enemies: Court of the Winter Queens, Mouser has inherited some bad debt from his grandfather, who didn't think he'd have children, and runs afoul of the debtee from time to time. He owes them a favor they aren't keen to call in. Yet. Black Haze, Mouser avoids the Hopebane at all costs, and has gotten pretty good at it. He claims any meeting between them will only end badly for everyone involved. Senor Caballero, the bandit whose fateful meeting with Bahamut and Rosetta crushed his spirit before that meeting even happened. Mouser makes a point of keeping him in prison.
  13. Beware the broom...
  14. It wasn't that Sī Jīn hadn't been keen on following the Prince into the garden, she had been, however she'd found that something was nagging at her once they'd entered the Academy grounds, and had Ridden to check on security arrangements, silent as an owl's sigh and hidden as a bat in the night. Once her paranoia had been sated, she Rode the wind back to the garden's gates. With the scene being played out now, she immediately returned to paranoia. Feng was there, so clearly nothing was about to happen to the Empress, but the hodgepodge creature they were speaking with could only be the being she'd read of in legend, Discord. She didn't have the Weapon, no one thought it would ever be needed! There were other new faces as well. Silverheart, one of the Prince's acquaintances from Equestria, was surprising but perhaps the Empress had acquired him. There was the chamberlain glaring daggers at Discord and both of the unfamiliar faces, as was his way. Liviel seemed to be speaking on behalf of the false-Long, but that was her way come to that. The first newcomer she had seen was the one closer to the Prince, of course, whose tail seemed to be nearly smothering the other in her hasty bow. She had heard a name on the lips of one of the spectators to this event, Dong Qing? Sī Jīn was resolved to keep an eye on this new mare, for now, and as for the other...well, she looked like a stiff breeze would probably do her in right now. A course of action laid itself out to Sī Jīn, but she suppressed the first instinct. And the second and third ones to boot, and instead stepped calmly into the garden as if she hadn't a care in the world. She'd found a summer dressing gown after her bath and the reapplication of her make-up, and in its voluminous sleeves she had a trick or two tucked away she hoped she wouldn't need. She placed herself on Lian's right side, flanking him by half a pace or so as if she simply belonged there and to suggest otherwise would be like asking why the sun rose in the morning. She bowed graciously to those present after she'd stopped walking, a gesture of silent deference and respect that seemed to offer no explanation for its owner's presence. She'd carefully cultivated a reputation for being simple but capable, and she wasn't going to let it slip now just because they were back home. She'd felt validated in this view after that Noodle Incident, when the would-be assailant was made a laughingstock for even suggesting that Lian's maid had bested the attempt not out of clumsy stupidity but cunning deception. No, let Lian introduce her or let them ask who she was, no need for them to think she was anything more than a pretty face following the Prince and carrying his things and doing as she was told.
  15. longma

    Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Dān Xìnyǎng (单 信仰) Sex: Stallion Age: Adult Species: Longma Eye colour: Russet red Coat: Dull Purplish blue-black (#191970) with scales the color of obsidian. He often polishes his snout and brow scales to give them the same sheen as that stone, but they're ordinarily a rough matte. Mane/Tail: A long single braid of Chinese Violet (#856088) for mane, and another for his tail. He keeps both tied with a black ribbon. His horns are a cinnabar shade (#E34234) and curve up then swoop forward sharply, like a puku. He keeps them razor sharp. Physique: Muscular, in the way of a stallion who eats well and does a lot of heavy work. However when he's not working he tends to hunch down so as to look less intimidating. This isn't helped by the scars on his scales. Residence: Third floor of a little curio shop on Porcelain Street, Trades District, Long Kong. His landmare and her son run the shop together, and he helps out from time to time, but he's there to pay for the shop's…insurance. Occupation: Officially he's a clerk at a tea shop. However since that lounge is owned by the Triad, easy money is on him being an enforcer and bouncer. His codename is Mr. Zhentou, Mr. Pillow. Cutie Mark: A river that makes three loops in an inverse triangle before paradoxically flowing into itself. Unique Traits: a pair of nez pince spectacles is nearly always on his nose when he's not doing his Other job, though the lenses are just for show. He also has several small scars on the scales of his nose and forehead, signs of a rough childhood by the look of them. He also nearly always has a book to hoof or carried in a satchel or saddle bag. History: Dan Xingyang's father was a Triad goon. His grandfather was a Triad thug. His great grandfather was a Triad tough. He came from a long line of low level strong-arms writing for the Triad, so it was a matter of course that Xin follow that same lonesome path. However his mother, Ancestors keep her, had insisted that he be educated before taking up the family business of getting himself killed for someone else before his foal was out of diapers. And so he had been. He took to it like a duck to water, as did his younger brother and both of his sisters. Unlike them he actually did end up joining the Triad, his cutie mark practically guaranteed he would, but he was smart enough that his bosses didn't just throw him at cops or scags. No, his combination of brains and muscles kept him closer to specific interests as combination bodyguard and enforcer, keeping an eye out for trouble from without or within. Eventually he'd been and long enough to request assignments, and was given a rather cushy job watching some dream peddler sell his Breath. It was easy, he made sure the qillin wasn't disturbed while they worked, and that they didn't use their magic on the bookkeepers or Bosses, and that guards were discouraged or bribed off. Character Personality: Xingyang is surprisingly erudite for a two bit goon. He dislikes violence, seeing it as a necessary evil at best, inefficient and too likely to draw attention. Violence begets oppression, oppression begets resentment, resentment begets violence. One flows into the other like an endless river. Much simpler to convince them you're doing them a favor, but Xing wasn't in charge of things, generally, and didn't really want to be. All that resentment and violence tended to percolate to the top of the pyramid, in his experience. As long as he wasn't on the bottom rung, he was where he wanted to be. Character Summary: One of nature's corporals, Dan Xingyang is thoughtful, erudite, and poetic, and he will kick your flank up between your ears if you give him cause to. It's nothing personal, just business.