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  1. Naj's emotional reading was never one of her well developed skills. Her focus had been on other areas, and in her various roles focusing on her opponent's emotions would be as much a distraction as an asset. Despite that, even she could tell that AJ was uncomfortable being this close to a changeling, or at least a traditional one. Which is why, a moment after the kiss, Naj slowly broke out into a smile. Either the farmpony had become so comfortable with her that she could do this anyways, or AJ thought highly enough of her to be willing to push through that. It still took her a while to reply though. She nodded after a moment. “W-well, I was planning to be in town for a few days at least. My time off is, um, non-negotiable they told me. So you'll be seeing me around for at least a few days. Probably. So, er, yes. I'll see you around. Though I'm not sure when I'll get back to looking for a place. Thanks for the apples!” With a bit of effort Naj hefted the bushel, and started to walk away.
  2. Naj stares at the bushel for a time, until Applejack's question snaps her attention back to the farmpony. The changeling blinks at the question, needing a moment to remember. When she finally does, she replies, “...Oh, yeah. Yeah I was looking for a place to stay. I, um, I guess that was interrupted. I couldn't exactly have worked on it while...while out in the field.” Her bits she was able to keep track of easily enough, and so five were deposited on the counter in short order. She also pulled the bushel a little closer, though that was more symbolic than anything, she wouldn't really be carrying them until she was ready to walk away. The kiss...that still made her hesitate. Applejack is, or at least used to be, one of the creatures she feared most. There might have been meaner creatures, or more imposing creatures, but none of them were so close, or so opposed to what she'd thought a changeling was or would need to survive. Eventually they grew a little more comfortable with each other, but Naj still had a lot of respect for the mare, and tended to keep a healthy distance. On the other hoof, by the same token she'd probably never get another chance like this. Even if it wasn't something Naj might have ever sought before, she would be loath to pass it up as an experience. She nods in reply. “Y-yes, let's do it.”
  3. Honestly, it didn't really surprise Naj that lots of ponies would want to kiss Applejack. She was athletic, respected, successful, confident, honest...her positive qualities, particularly those relative to a prospective partner, made up a long list. Though, she wasn't sure if she should bring that up. Ponies often found that an awkward topic at the best of times, and while Naj was perhaps more comfortable around the farmpony than she used to be that still didn't seem wise. “Uhh, busy. I'm...I'm surviving,” the changeling replied, on the question of how she'd been, as she started to get out the bits. “A mission went long, and also went sideways.” A part of her wondered how much of this she should be talking about openly, but if nothing else she knew she could trust AJ, and then her at least working with the REA was probably common knowledge. “It was...it was...months?...before we were able to make it back. Got put on forced leave, came back here.” As she set the bits down, she blinked and her motions slowed as realization finally hit. “Uhh, a kiss?” Unsure what else to do, she waited to see what AJ would do next.
  4. Naj took a few moments to realize that she was next in line. She stumbled upright, although once in motion it was easy enough to continue on until she arrived at the stall. Naj was silent in front of the stall, and the orange mare operating it. In retrospect it was obvious, and she'd be embarrassed embarrassed to have struggled with it for as long as she did. But at the time, she was still getting used to normal things. Of course it was apples, that would only make sense when everything was considered. "I'll take...one bushel?" she ventured after a moment. That seemed right. She hoped it was right. Apples were good, they had a nice flavor even if they wouldn't be fully nourishing for her.
  5. Ponyville. Naj wasn't sure why, but she always seemed to gravitate toward coming here, ever since that fateful day all those...well, her sense of time was one of the things she was hoping to get back soon. That first time she knew exactly why she'd ended up here, it was just the right mix of dangerous and unimportant to someone in her position at the time that it was a place she could stay where no one who might recognize her would find her. Or so she'd thought, at least. The other visits though, she couldn't fully account for. There had been an individual reason for each, but the general trend remained unexplained. As she waited in line, she idly wondered if it was just another manifestation of Ponyville's oddness. The town seemed to be a magnet for odd things, maybe she was just another example of that. The line. It wasn't a very big line, and truth be told Naj wasn't entirely sure what she was in line for, though she was conscious enough to pick up that it had something to do with apples, and therefor naturally the mare who sold them. The changeling knew that apples wouldn't really be something she needed right now, but they could make for a nice treat all the same. And the line, the line made for a sort of order and social interaction. She'd been told it would be good for her to mingle, to help the readjustment process. She'd...struggled with that suggestion though. The line had presented her a sort of compromise that she wouldn't pass up. She was there, she was participating, even if she wasn't really interacting yet. And so Naj waited, smiling contentedly, if a little vacantly. Though as a unicorn came back the other way, she noted with what wasn't quite a frown that there were only two other ponies left between the changeling and front end of the line.
  6. Let me take a shot at it. And I'll note I'm open to discussion on any of these ratings, as I'm still not entirely sure where the ends of the scale are. Detective Stalwart Tier 3 when going all out, due to some things they keep hidden, will typically behave as a tier 2. Intelligence: 5 Strength: 3 Speed: 3 Durability: 3 Energy Projection: 0 Fighting Skills: 5 Bulwark Tier 4, though limited enough in scope to function as tier 3 at times. Intelligence: 4 Strength: 6 Speed: 2 Durability: 6 Energy Projection: 4 Fighting Skills: 5 BROODMARE Tier 3 when she's limited to her pony-form chassis, tier 4 when she has access to systems or materials to work with. Intelligence: 6 Strength: 4 Speed: 3 Durability: 5 Energy Projection: 4 Fighting Skills: 5 Pursuer Tier 4 Intelligence: 7 Strength: 4 Speed: 3 Durability: 4 Energy Projection: 6 Fighting Skills: 5
  7. I came up with a scale a while back, that worked roughly as follows. Note that the lists are not exhaustive, meant more to give examples than encompass the tier. Tier 1 is approximately civilian level, generally low level or improvised capabilities. This would include wild animals, militia, petty criminals and the like. Tier 2 is that of active combatants, including your average soldier, higher skilled or more specialist police, and would probably lump in people with (atypical) powers or magic who are otherwise untrained. Tier 3 is where you get into more specialized or empowered combatants. I would expect 'typical' superheroes and supervillains to fall into this tier. Specialized and particularly trained military or magic users would also fall into this tier. Tier 4 is the start of the extreme end, where you get low grade or localized reality warpers, or people whose abilities while smaller in scale are much wider in range. Examples are a little harder to come up with for this tier, though I think things like demons, AIs (say in control of a facility) or large mecha could probably fit into it. Tier 5 is the top, including the most extreme sorts of things like physical manifestations of gods, ancient wizards who can raise armies of constructs or level cities, or AIs in charge of an entire fleet or a country. I'd also be up for using Tacobob's chart, though it'd be a little more involved. I'd also like to either get or come up with a scale for that one, to get a sense of what a given number means for a character. It might almost be worth using both, Tacobob's to be extra description that could be applied to characters, and mine as a means of shorthand for what level a given thread is intended or expected to be.
  8. I had a few more: Bulwark, Pursuer and BROODMARE. Strictly speaking they're all heroes, although Pursuer and maybe BROODMARE were intended to be a little morally ambiguous. (And in conflict with each other.) Also, I'll note I'm currently potentially open to threads, or at least open to having my characters in them. I'm not sure if that's enough to count as active though, so they could be either direction in that regard.
  9. Naj would be interested, provided it doesn't interfere with any of her other duties. She'll be moving (back) to Ponyville soon it looks like as well, so it might be perfect timing.
  10. Had Clef been a more experienced and savvy adventurer, he might have picked up on Night Prophecy's posturing and been able to work out some things significantly earlier. Unfortunately for the siren, he was not his mother. As such, it was just now that he was starting to pick up that maybe not everything his new friend was saying was on the level. For someone who claimed to regularly spend time on land, Night sure seemed to be struggling with it. It made Clef start to wonder if there were other things his new friend had said that weren't entirely the truth. He didn't see the need to call Night out on it though. No reason to ruin a perfectly good, if still new friendship, and he had to admit a bit of curiosity around why Night would lie about things that seemed either small or could be easily helped if asked. Heck, Clef wondered if maybe it would even be good for him! His upbringing in Melodia had been fairly sheltered, all things considered, and part of the point of this whole journey had been to prove he could survive on his own. This could be a good opportunity to test himself, or failing that, to learn. As the two of them made their way down to the beach, Night explained what it was they should be looking for in a shell. The key aspect was apparently time, the shells needed to have a certain amount of time in the sand, which seemed like it would be a tall order for someone without any divination magic, but apparently one could tell because they weren't faded in colour. “So, just look for the vibrant shells. I think I can do that.” There were, as it turned out, a pair of ponies were selling seashells by the sea shore. Clef took a moment to lightly smack himself for thinking it. He could tell they were there, because they were announcing it loudly, to the whole beach. Something about it seemed off to Clef. At first it was bristling against the idea of selling seashells at the beach, but when he considered he realized there was a more pressing concern. How would they know whether a shell had been under the sand for long? What's more, he'd heard of ponies painting shells before, could they be sure the vibrant shells were that way naturally as opposed to being made more pretty? Clef supposed it couldn't hurt to ask. If worst came to worst, and it didn't look like these particular ponies would have what they needed, they could always go somewhere else. Clef moved toward them. He looked over the assembled shells, but he wasn't really sure which ones would be suitable at a glance. He thought about asking if they had any applicable shells, but he honestly wasn't quite sure how to phrase the question, so instead he settled on something else. “Hey Night,” he called back, “do any of these look like what you're looking for?”
  11. Their foray onto land started off well enough, but before long Clef noticed his friend scowling. Paired with his... awkward method of travel on land, combined with a big of mucus. Clef made a face. While Night was of course very comfortable in the sea itself, the sea air apparently wasn't treating him as well. “Are you sure-” the siren began, misinterpreting his friends reaction as being to the land. He was interrupted by Night suddenly bursting out with a claim that his own geomancy was much better than any kind of weather control. Clef didn't really see what the two had to do with one another, weather magic was almost a bureaucratic thing, making sure everything was running smoothly with the weather it needed as best one could. And, from Clef's observations, making up for when things inevitably went wrong anyways. He didn't see what that had to do with predicting the future through stones, although the ability did sound very impressive. “Yeah, I could see how that could be very useful.” He still didn't get how it worked, but then he was no mage. “I'd like to see that sometime, too. I-if you'd be okay with me watching, of course...” he trailed off a little. This did sound like something important, maybe Night would prefer to keep it hidden from outsiders. Clef considered going back to his earlier concern. Night had seemed to suddenly encounter difficulties when coming on shore, was it really alright for him to be up here? Then again, he had stated very definitively that he was no stranger to land, and talking about geomancy seemed to give him his energy back. Clef held a look of concern on his face for a moment longer, but decided it was something he didn't need to worry about right away. Night made for the beach, forging on ahead, which hadn't been Clef's original plan. On consideration though, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to check there first. Night had gotten a little ways away while the siren was lost in thought, forcing the latter to sprint for a moment, or at least the rapid shuffling which sirens did in place of sprinting, to catch up. “Actually,” Clef said once he'd caught up, “I'd been thinking to ask ponies on the docks if they'd found any shells worth looking at. But looking over the beach first is probably a better place to start.” Clef's eyes scanned the sand, but he didn't fully know what he was looking for. “So what exactly makes a good shell for geomancy?”
  12. Ahh, now I see what you're going for. It's a decent idea, but I'm not sure it would really work in this thread (though admittedly the reason probably isn't clear from the description here). My plan was essentially to have Naj stick to Ponyville, barring specific offers from other characters, so I don't see her needing to travel except already in the company of the character who offered her a place to stay. I'm loathe to deny a character, but as it stands I'm not sure how he would fit into this thread. Let me know if you have any further ideas, though.
  13. Hmm. It could work, but as is the reasoning seems a little thin. By this description at least, it doesn't seem like he'd really have much stake in this thread, as it doesn't seem like he'd either be looking for a place to stay or have one he would be interested in offering. Am I wrong in that? What sort of ideas did you have for how he'd get involved in the thread?
  14. The thread is still open! Just note that we're just getting back into things after a several month hiatus, and things are going a little bit slowly.
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