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  1. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    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."
  2. 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.
  3. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    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.
  4. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    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.
  5. The First Lesson (Open- TG for entry)

    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.
  6. "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.
  7. The First Lesson (Open- TG for entry)

    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.
  8. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    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."
  9. Sorry about the delay again. Work training was brütal.
  10. [Ready] Sweetbreeze

    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.
  11. 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]]
  12. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    "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."
  13. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    Oho. Opprotunity knocked! And since the clothing donations were well and truly sorted (aside from a display model of each of Rarity's outfits occupying a place of honour in front of the sleigh with some of the more extravagent gifts, Rutherford's included), the winged stallion picked up a plate from the buffet and wove through aerial fliers until he could land a short distance from the Yak and Princess with a jingle of sleigh-bells. "Prince Ruthorford!" He declared in his best basso. The yaks were notorious for recognizing the loud and boisterous. "Such an amazing and generous gift you brought! We'll be able to put it to great use helping needy ponies. I'm Honeywing, a trade-maker for Prince Blueblood." It was...technically true, but Yakyakistan was next on his list of nations to open trade-routes with. He had a full dossier on it and had done a covert fly-over on his way back from Whitescar a few weeks back. He offered the pie he'd grabbed from the buffet, made with Sweet Apple Acres apples and Appaloosan cinnamon, and continued. "Here, you remember Apple pony? We used some of her apples for this pie. There was another problem we ponies have that we might need help with. Canterlot's stonecutters cut too much stone this year and the city can't use it all. Good, sturdy rock, but we have so much of it in the palace already it would just sit and collect dust. We don't want to send it back and make them mad and I was hoping you might be able to use some of it. In return we could use a few blankets to keep little ponies warm, yak fur is good for that, right?" Flattery and challenge in equal parts, and offer something they need. That was the rule of trade. Granted, there would end up being a tarriff in each direction if this weren't being negotiated on Royal authority, technically, and still would generate one if bits had been involved. But a straight barter between the quarry and Yakyakistan wouldn't. And having the Palace buy up the blankets as a charitable inroad meant everyone won. Granted, his next trick would be selling that idea to the quarry and the Palace, but this was probably the only chance he'd get to talk to Rutherford without needing snow-shoes, and he JUST got back from Whitescar.
  14. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Ten mugs Windy had swallowed in a single pour. After her tenth she had switched to properly drinking instead, as she'd noticed one or two of the bystanders staring. Her stomach was complaining at her, but with the potion's effects siphoning off her internal magic she had little doubt none of the drink would remain in her system for long enough to be an issue. Hooray for unintended diet plans? Thirteen cups in, Windy ran into a problem. There was no more eggnog to be had. She drained her mug again, the fourteenth such, then cast around for something to catch up. She frowned and hung her head in defeat. Next time she'd need to be a little bit faster, it seemed. "Seems my count is fourteen mugs, for want of more eggnog." Three litres. Not bad, just not enough to win. All that was left was for the other competitors to give their official counts. Right now it seemed like Ejaz was in the lead, but she hadn't really been watching anyone but herself and Princess Twilight. "Just a moment gentlefolk, I'll be within earshot." The mare flew quickly over to her booth and grabbed a small flask (into the pack it goes), and a pair of boxes on a trolley. The boxes she brought to the donation bin, probably a years' supply of coat-care products for a dozen foals or half as many adults; simple soaps and unscented shampoos mostly, though there was also a sampling of dyes and scented conditioners. Donation accomplished, she brought the flask and a bit of guaze out, then spread a little of the clearish fluid into the cloth. She snipped off the gauze and tossed it over to Calder while she corked the solution again. It could be said to smell like firewood, in the same way that the Pona Lisa could be said to resemble a mare. Windy had this particular solution on hoof to use as part of more complicated aromas, but it wasn't just 'firewood' it was birchwood. From a Silver-birch. That had been cut into quarters and dried before being used in a hearth. Made from granite. With an iron grate.
  15. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Gulp. Around Windwright's fifth mug, Princess Twilight joined in and lined up sixteen mugs of eggnog. THAT was a challenge Windy didn't think she was up to, and she cast a wary glance in that direction. Which meant she kept it where it was since Twilight had...probably accidentally...placed herself between Windwright and the loudest of the dragons present. She was still tilting the mugs back and simply pouring the fluid down her throat in a single long swallow, but in a couple more mugs she'd need to start slowing down. Too much sloshing around was bound to cause some sort of an issue. Thank Luna this wasn't spiked eggnog or she'd end this little game in the hospital. Though come to that, where WAS the princess..? It was too lovely a night for solitude, especially with the warmth spell and the slight sheen everything had taken on from the crystal spell. "So." the pegasus said between two mugs. "What's your wager, princess? I've wagered any scent the winner wants. Calder clanless has wagered his gevir, and Halvard of Breen has wagered a donation to the Mayor's cause in everyone's name." It was presumptuous, but presumption and bravado were a part of the game as much as the actual drink. "You as well, Bolt!" the mare called out. She REALLY hoped he didn't join, if only because she wasn't actually sure what kind of scent he'd like and she didn't like her odds with a dragon in the mix. But no backing down now. "Step up and make an introduction and a wager if you're game." Seven mugs down now. Sisters help her, nine more to match Twilight if she finished all of hers.
  16. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    Honeywing laughed and shook his head at the professor. "Glitz? No, he would've enjoyed a big party like this if I hadn't been working tonight. I believe he's back home in Ponyville helping out a business contact of his to expand into the town. You must find all this chatter boring, though, so far out of your scope of study." he said. Not that the professor had mentioned it. He was about to answer the new (Prench?) stallion's question when both he and the teacher vanished to the dance floor. "Ahem, well then. I'll admit it's been a little harder for me to keep abreast of the developments in Long Guo, beyond shimmersilk, pearl, and jade. I'm told there are a few culinary things I should look into as well, but that's sort of my father's scope, heh." the stallion answered Rarity. Granted, he had intended to broker some sort of trade between Whitescar and Neighpon that would help cool the tensions even faster, but he hadn't done enough reserch on the far East to determine what a suitable arrangement would be. "In either case, I can't imagine you having trouble setting a few new fashion trends. Anything in particular strumming the cords of inspiration? I can pass it along to Glitz so he can brainstorm a few coiffure styles to accompany them."
  17. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    "Oh, have we moved on to wagers?" the alchemist asked, sliding the first mugfull of eggnog down the hatch with barely a gulp. "I'll take your wager, Calder clanless, and match it with the scent of a Whitescar spring feast." she said. That was actually one of three of her favourite tricks. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hoof and repeated the trick with the second mug, since the first round was over. "In fact, I'll extend that your way as well, Halvard of Breen, and either of you stallions will get to name whatever smell you please and I'll bottle it for you." Her mouth had dropped the wager off without checking for postage, but she was...pretty sure she could manage just about anything. Boulder would probably ask for sea spray, pitch, and pine, the scents of a sailor's home, which would be easy enough, though there was a chance Ejaz could ask for something tricky. Then again, she'd produced a bottle of jade perfume for one of the visiting dignitaries once for the Gala. JADE. Speaking of odd requests and events, unless she was much mistaken, that dragon's boasting was going to end in tears. She was glad her alchemical stock was insured, and the stall rented. She'd need to double check to make sure dragonfire was covered. Then again, she could probably sneak a few shed scales from any major damage, which could be worth their weight in gemstones...
  18. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Windwright smirked and fluttered past her mane-care product stand to grab a 3oz beaker, which she placed on the table beside the eggnog's bowl. She met Halvard's eyes to make sure he acknowledged her meaning, but grabbed a normal mug immediately. Not that she hadn't used that trick before, it just wasn't really in the spirit of things. She filled her mug and another two like it and sat them aside. She half listened to the Mayor's spiel for a few moments, enough to know the gist of the situation, but there was a drinking contest on. She'd donate a few things once that was finished. And volunteer to run the toiletries donations, since that was her stock in trade. Likewise she thought she spotted one of the spa ponies and mentally filed away her position to approach later on tonight. "Very well. Pure drinking contest, one drink at a time from each of us, last mare standing wins the glory?" she asks, leaning over the snack table with a grin that would've been called predatory on any creature that wasn't an obligate herbivore.
  19. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Ouch. 0 for 2 tonight. Windy laughed a little under her breath and slipped the vial back into her medicine bag. "There's a joke I need to tell you later. For now, just think of this whole thing as a kind of game. The point isn't really to brag or set expectations, it's a way to get caribou talking to one another and introduced properly. And sometimes to get more than a little tipsy but I don't think the eggnog is spiked." She canted her head upward and spread her bicoloured wings at this point, either providing cover for somepony behind her or showing off in challenge, it was hard to say. The smirk she kept on her snout was unmistakably mischeivous though, and aimed right. At. Halvard. Truthfully she didn't stand a snowball's chance in Unyasi of beating him unless he'd eaten a heavy meal on the way in. She was probably a third his weight or less if you counted the antlers, but she could easily serve as extra motivation for the other stallion, Boulder, or Ejaz even. Calder was a wild card though. Most 'bou bulls could hold their drink, but Windy was used to pushing past uncomfortable sensations to swallow all manner of unpleasant concoctions. Eggnog would be a cinch.
  20. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    "Call me Windwright, Pineson and Sunshinesdottir and alchemist of some renown. I drink for the reputation of Rainbow Falls and my husband Stormwatcher. Recounting my exploits would take a week and a day, and features the creation of over a dozen medicines, the cultivation of a dozen plants, and the destruction of a cottage in Las Pegasus." she announces loudly, turning to face the crowd in a slow arc. Her education had clearly been storied to include working a crowd and 'bou boasting. She meandered as she did and ended up near Ejaz, smirking at the Caribou with a playful glint in her eye. "C'mon, it's fun. Just brag about stuff you've done, use your dad's first name and -son, then go on about things. Just don't lie, you get in trouble if you get caught making stuff up." She said quickly out of the corner of her mouth, trying to pull the stallion into the festivities. She didn't see the punch on her quick glance over so assumed he'd already drank it.
  21. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    To Fluttershy, the teal pegasus tapped her chin "I see, I'll have to plan a trip to- Wait, Mage Meadowbrook. As in THE Mage Meadowbrook? She was instrumental in the foundation and spread of alchemy in Equestria! I grew up on a steady diet of her stories during my studies! She was REAL? And she's still alive?! Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!" She fluttered in place, nearly doubling herself in the effort to contain her excitement. It did odd things to the chain of snowflakes dyed into her pelt, making them dance and squirm. She settled suddenly and shook her head. "Wait, first things first." Windy cocked her head to one side and bit her lower lip as she faced the princess. "I mean. Obviously I'd need to meet her first to figure out if she wants a temporary shift like mine are or something more permanent. I...think I can manage a permanent change, but I'd need to go over a couple of things with her. Technically the temporary tonic is safer, in that I've actually tested it." She blushed and gestured down at herself with a wing. "But without getting too...technical I'm only mostly a mare like this. I don't get a lot of volunteers to test a long-term option, and I'm limited to theory without testing." The mare fidgeted a little, then coughed and added "Like I said, I'll be in town for a few more days, and planned to do a consult or three. Though..." She glanced over Twilight's shoulder briefly. "Princess Twilight, would you mind terribly if I took my 'magic potion' back? I think I can see someone else that might need it." ~~ A teal mare slid in close to the beige pegasus and whispered, "Hey, no pressure but I do have a solution here that might help." She produced the vial of the stoppered red liquid and held it up for inspection. "It's a fairly simple recipe for me, but I've given it to a lot of ponies who ended up able to do the things they wanted with a lot more confidence. No charge, it's the giving season." She hoofed him the 'potion' and winked at the assembled 'bou with the eye facing away from him to (hopefully) let them know there was no trickery involved. She then turned to face them and spoke up "I've heard of the legendary mead of the Northern Gods, won in a drinking challenge by brave heroes. Will you be able to face them when a simple pony mare from Rainbow Falls bests you? If so I'll take up the call!" It was this precise moment, with one hoof pointing defiance at the viking assembly, that the crystal spell finally figured out what parts of her locks it could work on and her shampoo figured out what parts IT could work on, combining into a luxurious sparkling mane and tail that flowed in a breeze that didn't exist. She felt it happen, and wished somepony had a camera because she would probably NEVER get the chance to see it again.
  22. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    "Oho? I'll have to meet this stallion. Anyone good enough to keep Miss Rarity occupied long enough to qualify as an old flame is bound to be a pony to watch. She's very generous, and anyone trying to woo her had a lot of admirers to need to stand out from." Honeywing answered the professor. He wasn't sure he actually caught what the other had said he taught, but given the fact that the sweater was snowing it was probably magic theory. And distracting. Honeywing chuckled and shook his head at Rarity's return volley. "While it helps, no. My silver tongue is a gift I give freely of my own accord. If anything I'd call it vicarious professional honesty, my better half is Glitzen Glamour." He told the mare. "While the founder is responsible for the pattern for all of the helpers' outfits, GG did the actual work and modifications on mine, as well as the 'coiffure'. We're both looking forward to seeing what you can do with some of the exotic materials about to reach the market here."
  23. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    Mauser made a show of rubbing his chin. That was going to be a tricky one to manage, but probably doable with some shenanigans. He'd done so once in Manehattan for Rosetta's birthday before the Fall, and had even managed to figure out how to do it for the whole family and without needing to Loop it away afterwards. "Maaaaaaaybe." The big dog waffles. It had been an obscenely expensive affair. "I can look into it as a reward for good progress. There are a couple of places I have in mind but I'd need to figure out how to get in on short notice, which will probably take a few rounds. First though, I believe I set a challenge for you." Mauser gives a toothy grin and becons with one overly large paw, then leads the way through the park and back to the restraunt from before. He places the same order and seats everyone at the same table, then nodded to the new Diamond Dog. "Simple enough task. Using your sense of hearing, count how many workers are in the back. I'm going to let you know a couple things that might help first. One, the back area has a central kitchen with cooking surfaces and counters running around the wall, and the storage for the ingredients in the middle. There's a restroom, a broom closet, a walk-in freezer, and an office in addition to the kitchen. Two, the countermare isn't the only griffon working here, and doesn't count in your tally."
  24. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Windwright turned back to the Princess...and her gaggle of other guests. She chuckled nervously and said "I'd rather not talk business when you have such a crowd to please, princess, but I'd be happy to offer any advice I can." She surveyed the group and Twilight herself, then nodded and started rifling through her satchel of medical supplies. "In fact, I think I might have something to boost your confidence a little, if you're feeling overwhelmed." She pulled out a stoppered vial filled with a liquid that glowed a faint pink in the crystalline light. It was fruit punch (she kept all sorts of supplies meant for all sorts of medical emergencies, this one was for low blood sugar) but she wasn't going to divulge that just yet. Instead she offered the vial out. "Everypony needs a little help sometime, medical, alchemical or otherwise." Her next thoughts went to the dragon who apparently decided to observe from afar. Another creature she could probably give a boost to when she was done on the ground, but first... "Oh! Were you miss Fluttershy? A local doctor recently mentioned you in an article he wrote about Swamp Fever, he says you were instrumental in finding an alchemical cure! I'd love to swap notes sometime, and I'll be here for another week or so after the festivities. My husband and I will be spending New Years here while I work on a few business leads." she said to the yellow fellow pegasus hiding behind the Princess.
  25. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    "With you here, Miss Rarity," Honeywing said, finishing off his cider and putting the empty mug on a passing tray while flashing his most cheerful grin, "I do believe they already have." He shook his mane a little, setting the bells to jingling, and threw a quick glance over to the gift sleigh. Since it looked like the new gifts were being properly sorted and handled he declined to intervene just yet, but he'd helped GG rotate stock often enough to get nervy around porters. The snow swirling in the entryway, on the other hoof, caught his eye. Thermal shock was always an issue with marble, and he'd accidentally cracked more than one tile in his failed attempt at Weather Corps. The floor seemed to be holding up well, however, and it didn't look like the cold weather was going to reach any of the glassware. Good. "Miss Rarity's becoming a household name in the fashion scene, I'm told, setting all sorts of trends in Canterlot, Ponyville, Manehattan, and beyond." the pegasus confided to Professor Theory. "To say nothing of her exploits as one of Princess Twilight's Elements of Harmony. A mare to watch, my fiancé says. Aaaand a few fashion icons like Photo Finish according to the magazines." Granted, Honeywing's own efforts to secure a trade deal with the caribou was likely to cause a splash once the furs were able to fully reach the market. Technically anyone could order some, but not many seemed to know it was available yet, and the gold-feathered pegasus was content to keep his name out of that particular footnote.