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  1. [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."
  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. Sorry about the delay again. Work training was brütal.
  4. [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.
  5. 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]]
  6. [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."
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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."
  11. 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...
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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."
  17. [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."
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  20. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    Honeywing bowed a little graciously, without using the full-wing-spread-bow that would have caused him to drop the cider the Princess handed him. It wasn't the first time they'd met, but generally he was...well, technically he was on the job now, come to that. "Thank you, your majesty, I'll do my best to enjoy things. It shouldn't be too hard with how much work the boss put into the event!" The pegasus smiled and nodded toward Blueblood, then bowed again and stepped back a little so he could speak to both royals without embarrassing himself. To the Prince, he said "I'm sure Glitz would love to work on something for you after the holidays are over. This time of year is always really busy in his field of work, heh. He's been tickled pink to have so much to do, especially with some of the new materials. He got a little carried away with the uniform, admittedly, heh." He took a sip of the...admittedly good cider, even if his parents hadn't donated it. Just the right amount of sweetness, and it tasted like there was a bit of citrus. Orange, perhaps? In either case, he bowed again (though less than he had for either Princess Celestia or Prince Blueblood, protocol and all) to the newcomer. He hadn't seen this gentlecolt around before, but he only rarely interacted with the academic circles beyond an occasional library delivery. Courtesy dictated that the Prince be allowed to introduce himself first, so the IMAGINE agent took another pull of the cider.
  21. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    The mare landed and checked her 'patient' over quickly. "Well, nothing seems to be broken or anything. Not that I'm a doctor." She said. She turned to the princess and bowed low, her bi-coloured wings spread wide. "And actually we've met before Princess, but I was a stallion at the time and we were at the Gala so you were sort of busy. My name's Windwright, I gave you the sachet that should have smelled like old books." Granted, Twilight had been helping quell phoenix-fires at the time. "I've got a stall I need to get back to though, I'm operating a donation drive for shampoos and such! The spell worked remarkably well though, and I'd be fascinated to find out how many other spells would be boosted that well by sympathetic alicorn magic." Her mane was actually not affected all that much beyond being semi-translucent and sparkling. The crystal spell never really knew what to do with it. She bowed again and flew back to her stall, actually feeling good about the evening's prospects now that she saw the crowds.
  22. By No Means Perfect! (SPONSORED- Ponyville)

    Ponyville again. Windwright generally liked this time of the year, it practically printed her distributors money since they'd started making mane-care gift packages, but being in Ponyville always made her apprehensive. The pegasus had read a few newspapers from the town, and things that would have been front-page in Rainbow Falls got justifiably relegated to page four here. She didn't like it one little bit, and had actually accidentally overdosed on her potion by ingesting it in its syrup state two weeks ago. She was worried about another bugbear attack, or an Ursa Major or... -FWOOSH- She dived below her counter, peeking out only after the flash of light was over. It had come from the town square, which she'd wisely set her kiosk about fifty yards from down the thoroughfare. Princess Luna was there, as was Princess Sparkle (The entire reason Windy had made the trip here, honestly, had been to use the draw of both princesses to generate traffic he could use to raise brand recognition), both were standing in...oh, no nooooo. Windy hadn't brought ANY of her Crystal Empire dye bases or conditioners. And was...that fwoosh expanding..? This warranted observation, and the alchemist perched on her stall's counter with her forehooves balancing on the donation bin she'd set up next to it for shampoos and conditioners for the local orphanage ("We'll match every ounce donated!") while she craned for a better look. Which is when the strapping farm-pony discovered a moment too late that there was a sudden friction-differential. "Oh, horseshoes..." she says, flying over to make sure he was alright, her medical kit in the bags tucked neatly under her wings. No way she was leaving the stall without it in THIS town. "Let me help. I think the Princesses were planning this, but forgot to tell anypony. Name's Windwright, I'm a chemist. You okay?" Since Princess Luna had 'helpfully' warmed the area up and rendered Windy's coat thickening serum moot, she'd taken off her winter gear, save for a scarf and ear muffs, leaving the snow-flake design Stormy had drawn into her coat on full display. A dozen symmetrical crystalline flakes connected in a string that wound up one foreleg, across her back, around her belly, and down the opposite back leg, like an oversized necklace.
  23. Generosity of Spirit (SPONSORED- Canterlot)

    In the two years since he'd joined IMAGINE, Honeywing had been busy. True, a lot of that was staying out of Prince(ss) Blueblood's way while (s)he worked, but the pegasus had taken it upon himself to ferry messages, documents, bills, and contracts to the appropriate parties to keep IMAGINE ahead of the walls of red tape that international trade could run afoul of. Which is how he'd found out about the charity event that was part of the festivities this year. And in true Honeywing fashion, he'd made sure that the local foster care system had been properly primed and were ready to recieve whatever gifts were collected this evening, and had passed a suggestion along to Blueblood's secretary to split the donation centres into clothing, food, and toys. What happened instead was that he and another agent had been voluntold for the position of Hearth's Warming Helpers to collect the food donations before they hit the sleigh so that they were on top, or in Honeywing's case, to sort the clothing into neat stacks behind the toys. Since there weren't any guests yet, he was going over the last of the apple crumble plates (made with genuine Sweet Apple Acres apples) and hot chocolate donated by his father's tavern, the Avalon, meant for the guests to enjoy at the buffet lines. "This is shaping up surprisingly well." He was saying as the doors started to open and he took his position with his slightly modified Helper's vest. Glitz had insisted on remaking the patterns from scratch with caribou-sourced fur lining inside and cotton he'd dyed himself. Even the hat was toasty warm with his ears tucked into it, and his mane had been done in an elaborate Prench braid tied with a blue ribbon and silver sleigh bells that matched the outfit. Honeywing'd been forced to admit that while it wasn't exatly protocol for the uniforms to be modified or remade by an agent's fiancee...GG'd done a typically excellent job.
  24. Sī Jīn nodded gracefully to the bright red stallion, conceeding to his assurance that the filly was excited. Granted, she had been too when Lián came to visit after she'd gotten to know him in the monastery. He had an air about him that tugged on the mares around him. Stallions too, sometimes. The hoofmaiden didn't have time to contemplate this too much, or to answer Big Macintosh, before the group was joined by a griffon owlet. This...was an interesting turn of events. The kirin frowned at the cub, and checked her list. Aspen, most likely, but the docks hadn't listed him among the foals who had disembarked. A second or so later, her cheerful façade was back up as she decided he couldn't be a threat in and of himself, at least not one she couldn't handle, "Goodness, our little group grows!" She waves a hoof at the collection of foals, indicating to the griffon to join them. Then she turned her attention to translating again, getting everyone's questions out into the three other languages she was using. Kaze's question would likely best be answered by Apple Bloom herself, who seemed to be doing her utmost to fill the role of an ambassador at least, even if the ninja suspected that these weren't the sorts of 'foreign relations' foremost on her mind. Or maybe she was projecting, as the filly's questions were the sort of thing one might expect her to ask, though she pretended not to hear the query into the location of the royal quarters. "The Imperial Palace was built over a period of many hundred-hundred-moons, bit by bit. It began as a fortress in the Huangjing Valley, but the Emperors eventually began using it as an informal summer palace, and then as the official palace after expansions and the refortification of the walls. The Water Gate, through which we are about to pass, was originally stone, but ice damage during a great winter many many years ago prompted the Imperial Architects to replace them with enchanted wood, as it is more supple but just as strong. There is a mixture of palace-grown and tithed food that makes up a majority of the Imperial Household's diet, but most of the food for the staff, the watchers, and a portion of the food for the Empress and her family are purchased from the city outside these gates." The hoofmaiden said. She'd actually researched all three questions, and others, to be able to answer them easily, though she already knew about the food sources and some of the secret passageways and tunnels. "And of course, what palace is complete without a few hidden paths and chambers? I'm afraid I only know of a couple though, and those are mostly just side-passages that the serving staff use to stay out of the way of the Court while they are discussing important matters." Like gossip, or lunch, she thought uncharitably. She elected not to translate names back and forth, and so left 'Kaze Hokosha' to bond in peace. It seemed the filly would be able to distract herself well enough, and Sī Jīn folded the little fan she carried and tucked it into her bun, careful not to cut the ribbon holding it in that shape on the blades hidden in the silk. Yes, they could probably actually manage this event without losing or maiming anyone.
  25. [Age of Heroes] A Walk in the Park (semi closed)

    "Nope. Same day, new experiences." the dog says as he removed the amulet that kept his form disguised. "That was a snapback. The first of three ways one can occur, and the one I have the least control over, personally. Technically there's a fourth way for your personal timeline to snap as well, but I'll get to that after I demonstrate the third method. Second method is that I can end the loop, which snaps everything back but doesn't continue to loop. I won't demonstrate that one, since the loop is useful and takes me a bit of mental effort to set up. I just cheat and recover inside the loop, most of the time." He perks his ears and Listened to the area, taking mental notes while he waited for the idea to sink in. A dog howls somewhere in the park in answer to Mutt's commotion, and the nearby duck pond is empty. The scent of roasting peanuts drifts in on a breeze. Mauser nods and picks up his bindle.