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  1. Everything was proceeding according to plan, it would seem. Mauser hadn't expected much more than establishing baselines on the first few trips through the loop, and the baseline was rather clearly and firmly established now. They had found Mutt's starting strength, agility, stamina, and precision levels, and determined how well he knew how to parse his senses. After one or two more loops they could probably start serious training. But while they had the individual pieces in place, there was one last thing they needed to find out. The four of them were still on the field, littered with hoofballs and geegaws from their practice, with mauser leaning heavily on his staff while the other three talked. They probably only had ten minutes left before the loop snapped back now. The big dog checked the position of the sun (and the small crowd who'd gathered to watch the clearly super-powered team train), and nodded to himself, then without warning or outward provocation he used the staff to vault in Mutt's direction in a surprise attack!
  2. Mauser only smirked in response to Rosetta's question, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. He let Mutt's answer to Bahamut stand unchallenged. He'd expected something similar with the rubberdog off-guard, mentally. Good. All was well in this neck of the woods. The big dog stretched to his full height and started to explain the day's plan. "Well then, let's get started." Mauser said. The four of them had snuck into the hoof-ball arena for the Fillydelphia Griffons, along with some 'equipment', to do another kind of training. The regimen was simple, 10 minutes of warmup were already over, so they'd be testing Mutt's speed, stamina, strength, and sharpness for an hour each by rotating through in 20 minute intervals. Speed was up first, and the big dog had procured a stopwatch and one of the measuring spools officials used for stuff. He was standing in the endzone with one end of the spool spiked into the ground, and the other tied to Mutt's tail. The goal was to get as far as he could in fifteen seconds. After speed would be stamina, which was much more straightforward. Mutt would be running around the arena until he couldn't run anymore or he ran out of time. For strength, various training dummies and weights had been 'borrowed' from around town, including a road roller Smolder had hefted into the area. Mauser was glad they weren't going to have to pay for any of the damage to the field. Finally, sharpness was just going to be Rosetta, Smolder, and Mauser tossing balls for Mutt to catch. Which sounded easy until one accounted for the fact that Mauser would be throwing the midrange ones blindfolded and spinning around, Rosetta would be dropping hers while flying over the field, and the dragon's only instructions were to 'go long and keep tally'. Mauser had also given the other two instructions for surprise tests of other facets of Mutt's physiology and psychology. All of this after another diner test, too, where Mutt had been asked to determine which of the staff were from the farthest away.
  3. Honeywing tugged at his braid while reading over the latest Canterlot Gazette he'd had delivered to his room in the I.M.A.G.I.N.E. outpost. Princess Cadenza's column had picked up steam in the syndication deal with it's home paper, and had reached everywhere, essentially. Everypony who was anypony had read at least a few of the articles, and the stallion had picked up the last few just to be able to keep up with gossip. Lately though, he found himself with a quandry that he thought warranted her opinion. A letter sat finished on the desk in his nigh-calligraphical hoofwriting, and he was debating whether or not to send it. It read: Dear Cady, Love is a many-splendored thing, and I've been exceptionally blessed to have a wonderful stallion in my life for the last several years. He's had a recent string of successes lately and recently was able to secure new clients for his fashion boutique. I'd like to see that success push even further to make this a truly memorable year for him by planning a surprise wedding. However I'm worried that he'll either feel left out of the planning of the event, or that I won't be able to coordinate such a thing without topping off that he is one of the participants. Given how much work he already puts in on his business I definitely don't want him doing much of the actual work, if any, but this is directly adjacent to his line of business so I'm concerned he'll find out about it and the careful balancing act will fall down. I love him dearly and want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I don't know if the gesture of taking all the pressure off of his own wedding is worth the risk of disappointment if he finds out before it's ready. Should I start laying the plans (there is a Party Pony Specialist in Ponyville I'm relatively confident can get everything but the outfits done without tipping her hoof), or is it better to be up front and let him in on the process? Sincerely, a silver-tongued suitor
  4. "You let me into your timeline, pup. For the next couple years I probably have a better idea of what you're likely to do than you do. I know your secrets, and I've seen every cloudy height you've stood at the precipice of and how long you stared." Mauser stood up and paced around the rubber dog. He was giving a lot of lectures this couple of days, but there was nothing for it. "Part of the point of this little training exercise is to push you past the point where I'm more or less in your head, but I'm also wanting to help you get that head on right. You have a lot of potential, and it'd be a shame if you turned into another Black Haze. Not that I trained him, thank the Stars." The big dog looked up as he said that, as if actually offering a prayer. He retrieved his staff and bindle, the former of which looked less comically oversized in his massive paws, then stretched to his tippy-toes with his arms out along its length. As much as those little lessons terrified Rosetta and as safe as he knew they were, he still always felt better after a lot of exercise when he pulled that stunt. Which went a lot better with pre-workout stretching. Although one of these days he'd have to bite the bullet and learn what his limits were like without it lately. Never knew when there would be an emergency. Or, well... Most never knew. The diamond dog grunted and pointed at Bahamut with his staff. "You still hold the impact force record over at the Gilded Rings? They don't let me in the door after I went four rounds against Boulderhoof without getting hit, so I can't check, but given that you knocked the test machine through the concrete retaining wall I'm guessing it stands."
  5. Mauser sighed and took off his costume while Rosetta berated him, letting her work herself up into a fury and wind herself out of it again. They'd had this talk far, FAR more often than she'd thought, actually. He'd set up a loop one day just to try to explain the why of it to her once, but hadn't made any headway finding out how to get his point across before he'd just given up and apologised. Profusely. With cheesecake. He was just making her angrier by not letting her yelling afect him, and he understood that too, but Rosetta wasn't the one he was really worried about this time. When his costume was off, he took off his amulet and handed it to her as he grew into his full, looming height and plopped onto his rump. She stormed off, probably to rant at the trees for a while, before he took a deep breath and said. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Make no mistake though, you did have to, for three reasons. Number one, you won't be able to save everybody. Even if you'd caught me, by the time you'd caught up and with the way you were reaching, the whiplash would've been enough. Honestly, aim for the waist, and if you have the time try to slow the fall rather than stop it. Bungee, maybe. Second, when we train later, really, REALLY train, I need you to know that even if you lose control and hurt me, it won't be permanent. Don't hold back, we need to find your real limits before we work on finding your operational limits. And third, you have a good heart, Mutt. Your first reaction wasn't confusion, or panic. Those came after your instinct to try to save me already carried you over the edge. Don't lose that, but don't let it be a weakness either. Eventually someone is going to try to take advantage of that naivete, someone who means to have you hurt yourself. You can't save anyone if you're dead." He glanced out toward the park, where Rosetta had stormed off to. "As for me, the loops are a failsafe.Rosetta doesn't actually know, because she wouldn't care, but I only figured out I could make these loops when I had an accident that should...well, let's just say that there's a reason I'm so confident in this power that my codename is Stable Loop, and not Second Sight or anything referencing my other powers." He barked out a laugh, gallows humor or no, "Honestly though, I have no idea why so many of us pick such dumb code names. Rosetta might have the right Idea, just going by her name. Not that some of us don't or didn't have reasons to hide."
  6. 2-144446.62012 After a day spent indexing the library's books on magic and history, Mauser was waiting at the bottom of the Liberty building, ready to challenge Mutt to a little race. From the base to the top, he weaved through the railings and narrowly beat out the rubberdog by dint of being able to literally fly thanks to his amulet. Thankfully Rosetta had been chatting animatedly with Bahamut at the bottom of the stairs when they started, the dragon was probably the only one capable of stopping the object lesson about to take place. The pseudo-dragon hovered near the railings, weaving to and fro while Mutt took a look around. "So," the dragon-disguised-dog began, "I mentioned there are four ways to reset the loop. Time is the first, the loop will reset in about an hour no matter what we do.The second is when I end the loop. We'll go back to the start and be allowed to play events out one last time. That won't come for a while. You personally will snap back if you lose consciousness unwillingly, though the time loop will continue without you for a bit. And the fourth..." There's a down-beat of wings, pushing the dragon up. While rising, his claws come up as well and hook into the amulet's chain, and as he falls from the beat he flips the amulet up and off, flinging it past Mutt on the platform and managing to land it near the stairwell. This left one very large diamond dog with no ground under him for over 800 feet. Gravity being what it is, he continued to fall, fast. Less than ten seconds later, there was a wrenching sensation, as if the entire universe turned 90 degrees and fishtailed. There was the sound of splintered silk, a scent like turquoise, and the taste of rose gold as time rewound itself. 6/23.2 093834.22179 The little not-gremlin was standing, safe and hale, with a slight frown on his face. Rosetta was probably going to be mad at him when she figured out why time snapped back early. Mutt too, but that was a lesson that was hard to learn any other way. Easy to hear, sure, but hard to understand.
  7. 2-104518.1285 Mauser looked away and rubbed an arm. He hadn't actually looked, he'd promised Rosetta he wouldn't spy on her timeline (and Bahamut's by extension), and he didn't want to risk the idea that there was no turning back for his sister. Hope was a powerful thing, and he didn't want to take it from them, nor their triumph if they accomplished it without his interference. Still, there was a job to do. "That's why I'm here this round, and any others I can spare. We'll be doing whatever research you need while the two of you start exploring your limits. We'll pick a place to meet each day before snapback, and talk about the plan for the next round." The big dog nodded toward the library, "I'll be here this round. Then we'll meet up for some sightseeing and a quick and relatively painless lesson at the Liberty Building." he said, extending a paw to point to the distant building.
  8. Sweetbreeze was having a good nap, and a nice dream. He was flying over the cherry orchards, only they never stopped. He could see the trees for as far as the eye could see in every direction but back. That way was the open desert, and he turned toward it until it was on his left and the orchard on his right, and he was flying the line between them and a library full of maps. The sun was high in the sky, and looked like a compa-GOOD MORNING! Sweetbreeze jumped out of his seat in a panic, knocking a new hole in the roof as he crashed into it. Thankfully the floor over his desk didn't have anything in that spot. Unfortunately, his desk did, and his poor map was pulverized when he landed on it. He rolled off the desk and surveyed the damage with a muttered "Consarnit." He sighed and swept the remnants of parchment into his hat and flew it over to the dustbin while he tried to assess the situation. Sassy was back, looked like, it'd been a coon's age since that colt had livened up the place. Then again, it'd been one since Sweet had, come to that. Plus a new filly and a new teach, looked like. "Sass, it's the only school house in Dodge Junction. Other one's over in Appleoosa." the colt said, dumping his former map into the can. He dusted off his hat and held it over his chest while he bowed to both the mares in the room. "Name's Sweetbreeze, ma'am. This here's Sarsparilla Swirl. We call 'im Sassy, usually." He swept the hat in a broad arc (for his size) that ended with it canted back over his mane and apparently held in place by good will and Harmony in Equestria.
  9. "I cannot convince others that I am fit to rule the Dragon Kingdom... if I can't project the aura of a true empress....." Where did foals get these ideas? Aura of a ruler indeed. Yuchou shot a glance at Aìlong with the corner of one eye, watching his reaction. "Majesty," she began, "comes more easily to some than others. This much is true, and has been since the First Egg hatched and birthed the world. Respect is a thing more rightly earned than given. The shadows of your father's rule lie deep and long, and it is difficult to shine from within them." The aged Long took a contemplative sip of her tea, allowing the steam to roll out of her nostrils. She hoped Húo wouldn't steal her drama, it took time to build such a delicate moment.
  10. Speaking of understatements, the first colt to arrive to the school seemed a little disappointed this morning. He'd gotten up early to explore a spot on the map he thought might be neat, only to get to that spot and find out there was nothing there but open desert and a bush. It hadn't been a good bush either, and would've been a terrible landmark with as small and sickly as it had looked. He'd feel sorry for the poor thing and given it his spare water before flying off. And now he was here. At school. A couple hours early, and without much to do but shuffle into his desk (it had been assigned to him a couple years ago when he first came to the school house and hadn't been changed, so he figured it was his), and start comparing his map to the school's. At least for about five minutes before he slips into a nap.
  11. 2-100952.8812 Mauser glanced sideways at Bahamut. He hadn't realized the dragon was that out of the loop. Mutt had an excuse since he was new to this side of the street, so to speak. The big dog stood up and paced to the door while he collected his thoughts. "It's not surprising you don't know about Danger Zone, I guess. Little history lesson then. When the Hopesguard was founded, one of the things they promised...well, more like one of the unspoken truths of their existence, was that it would take a higher caliber of criminal to get away with their plans. "You couldn't just have some random pony wake up with super speed and expect to be able to rob banks that afternoon." he said, pushing out into the street and the bustle of the city. "Conversely, the vigilantes who didn't want to join, or didn't make the cut, needed more training themselves. There wasn't really a coherent plan for what that meant, but everyone need to train themselves and find the limits of their powers, or to test their tech, or just somewhere to stay in shape where folks wouldn't care that your treadmill was set to thirty, or you were using girders as free weights." Mauser crossed the street at an intersection with a collection of ponies going about their business. seems a carriage ahead had lost its wheel and was holding up traffic. "Enter Smoke Screen. They were a repeat guest of the Manehattan penitentiary whose schtick was that they can blur the details of places, ponies, things, whatever. During one of their visits, they caught on to the idea of actually going straight for a while, or at least running a really long con. "They bought a warehouse by the docks and set up a complicated maze inside, with a bunch of training equipment calibrated for supers spread through it. They'd take a membership form with details like the secret identity, aliases, powers, that sort of thing, then would lead their clients to a private area where they could do their thing." They had by now turned onto the street with the library visible at the top of a hill. "Hopesguard shut that down, but by that time Screen had already opened three more in different cities. The Guard couldn't convict them of anything, but they started operating front organizations over the entrances. I'm pretty sure there are at least a dozen now, by it's always hard to find them. Screen keeps each one hidden in plain sight, but look for some place that seems to be doing a lot less business than it should be for how nice it looks. Screen also likes having old Guard aliases in the business name. Like Rosetta Florists in Whinnypeg, or the Bahamutt's, a pound in Canterlot."
  12. Name: Sweetbreeze Sex: Colt Age: Colt Species: Pegacolt Eye colour: Cyan Coat: Cream with Sunshine primary flight feathers Mane/Tail: Goldenrod, both kept in a single long pony tail style. Each. Not, like, together. Physique: Coltish Residence: Dodge Junction Occupation: Nuttin' Cutie Mark: Nuttin' Unique Traits: Has a favourite hat, and a bracelet his ma gave him. Oh, and his flight feathers are a different colour than the rest of him. History: Born to Summer Wind and an unknown stallion, Sweetbreeze spent his formative years, back before he could talk proper'n all, in isolation halfway between Appaloosa and Dodge Junction. His ma' worked as a mail pony, so he was left to his own devices a lot, and took to exploring the environs in his downtime. By the time he was ready for school he'd gotten a feel for the way the desert breathed, and a peek into its heart. He came close to something out there in the wastes, but by the time summer break rolled around it was all forgotten in the schoolyard politics and classroom cliques. He settled into the new routine of flying to school in the morning, hanging out or exploring Dodge Junction after, and then flying back home for supper. At some point, he started picking random spots on the map of the area and making a detour to that spot on the way home. And eventually he started correcting his copy of the map, because it was out of date or wrong. Character Personality: Rambunctious and headstrong, Sweet's got an independent streak a mile wide. He often finds himself frustrated by needing to sit still and listen. To teachers, to other foals, to his mother, to other grownups, it doesn't matter. He'd much rather be doing than reading, or listening, or watching, or napping. Most days in the classroom, he spends his time staring out the window and listening only to the siren call of the open skies. For as headstrong as he is though, he's also courteous and polite, traits that infuriate his mother to no end for some reason. He minds his 'please' and 'thank you's, and always at least tries to pay attention to anyone he's actually talking to, he wipes his hooves before coming inside, knocks on doors and waits for an invitation, and always seems to know what to say or do to get himself off the hook if he does get in trouble. His moods can make him a charming rogue or an absolute darling. Character Summary: A headstrong charmer whose heart belongs to the skies above and the untamed wilds, Sweetbreeze is doomed to a life of wanderlust and a string of broken hearts in his wake. And assuming he doesn't acquire any unsightly scars, he's likely to grow into a real problem for mares across Equestria who need to safeguard their fillies' hearts.
  13. Aiyaaaaa! Where did fillies get such ideas! In her clan the fiction was all about romantic gallops into the sunset with a noble tenno, or daring and heroic raids into enemy fortresses. Though come to that, that one might not have been fiction. Still, there were no dungeons, no ghost emperors, and certainly no wandering off at night. You were too likely to end up with a sprain when they changed the stair heights on you. Thankfully they taught her to think on her hooves. "No, no. The treasures are on full display in one of the galleries we'll be passing through today, and the area I mentioned for being quiet is the staff quarters. It takes many dozens of qilin and longma to keep the palace running, and clean, so they have suites to sleep and live in." she said, smiling gamely at the antics of the group as they exchanged names. She acknowledged Macintosh's point with a nod, but is interrupted before she can come up with a non-committal answer by Lian giving a non-committal answer. She hides a deeper smirk behind a feigned cough, then takes a few backward steps "You all heard Prince Lian! Please get ready to move, we are beginning!" [[Sorry for the delays here, life put a lot more pressure on me than I thought it would, still adjusting]]
  14. "Five." Mauser confirms, tucking into the plate he was presented with as soon as it arrived. He gestured for Mutt to do likewise, and said "Excellent. Next time I want you to tell me how many are there and how many hooves there are." The big dog spent the rest of the meal going over a general Diamond Dog physiology lesson, including notes on leading theories on how they were able to dig so quickly and efficiently. Once the meal was finished, he led the party to another newsstand and bought the same map, then marked out a path. "So, what we want to do is go through this route. It'll let us hit the library, then Bahamut and Mutt can split off to find a gym they want to use to train. I recommend Danger Zone if there is one, but I don't know where one is. You can peek around if you get bored or one doesn't let you in, but the object is to find a place that'll let you do serious training on a trial membership. Try not to let yourself learn too much about the other patrons though, it makes things awkward sometimes." There was a question that usually occurred here, but Mauser bowled over it by pointing to the Liberty building. "We'll meet up here when we're down to about an hour, and finish the day out up there. Remember that the first couple loops are about learning the rules and getting comfortable with looping. After a few of them, we'll start training, and eventually we'll add in heroics."
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