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  1. ~Berry Punch~ Berry listened with interest, but with no small sense of frustration, as Jade related her story of the ocelot. She sighed, replying with a flat tone, "Let me put it another way. I am sick and bucking tired of other ponies treating the fact that I can parent one filly well as a reason to think I don't need a partner. Not just for her, for me. It's not good for us ponies to be alone." Stealing a glance over to where she spotted the only other mare that had conspicuously come alone, she sighed even louder. "Even tall, dark, and scarred over there has a special somepony!" She pointed out Tempest and Glitter, right before the ceremony began. Her heart was both full of vicarious happiness for the thruple, and obvious envy that wrote itself upon her face. It was hard for her to be bitter about it, considering her character, but still. She'd have happily accepted being fourth in a herd at this point. "Well, The Prince has been in Ponyville more often since taking that position at Twilight's school, and he comes to my place when he wants to socially drink, but I probably wouldn't have gotten an invitation if I hadn't helped to supply the shindig." She felt no shame in the admission, providing drinks was always a good way to secure an invite to any social gathering, as she had learned early at school. Once she saw Dunnie make ready to spike the bouquet, however, all pretenses were dropped. "Gangway!" She shouted out, leaping to intercept the trajectory of the flowers, or at least get right in the scrum of mares fighting for the prize!
    3 points
  2. In the moment, Dunnie was overhwlemed. Standing there, freshly married, grinning madly and giggling awkwardly as she looked out to the crowd as she pressed against Star. With all the eyes on her, she was suddenly growing eager to get onto the partying and get off the stage. Then the mention of the bouquet, and more importantly: the cake. Dunnie's almond shaped eyes went wide and her ears perked up. "Cake!" She grinned wide at the thought, "And refreshments for our guests." Couldn't forget about them. She took up the bouquet in her mouth and turned about face. In one swift motion, she reared up to toss the bouquet in the air above her and began to roll back mid-air with the help of her wings.. Following swiftly behind was a hind leg, which Dunnie used to spike the bouquet potentially into an eagerly waiting crowd of mares. Afterward, the pegasus would land gently and proceed to follow behind her husband for cake slicing.
    3 points
  3. With the grinding of coffee beans hopefully drowning out their conversation, Hanabi added another layer of privacy by lowering her voice to a whisper. "Feng." she began in a more serious tone, "Your recruit is not what she seems. I don't know her motives, or her character, but she isn't dissimilar to myself.Though, much less furry." She glanced back to the giant of a mare grinding coffee beans and sniffling, "If anything escalates I'm happy to lend my aid... You are the expert when it comes to security so however you'd like to approach this I will trust your judgement." She didn't want to keep the conversation going too long, lest they look suspicious. With a bounce in her step she moved back over to Rongyu as she ground away, the scent of coffee beans soon surrounding the air around the new recruit. She peaked over at the grinder with a quizzical tilt of her head, "How goes the grinding?"
    3 points
  4. SHe grimaced at the sight of that bandaged limb. It always concerned her when she saw Feng was injured. She knew he had become one of the toughest stallions in all of Long Guo, but some part of her still worried about him. Her head turned her head towards the new recruit and looked her over. By the ancestors, Was she tall! No wonder she was a candidate, she looked like the sort who could take care of a battalion on her own. The only thing diminishing the air of intimidation that came with her stature was all the sniffling and wiggling her nose was doing. Yanhua could detect the faintest hint of mint on the air and in seconds she'd put two and two together. "Hit her with the mint distraction breath, did you?" She gave Feng a Wry smile before gently patting Rongyu's shoulder, "Don't worry, Miss Rongyu I'll start brewing something to clear those sinuses... and as a word of warning, try to avoid that talk of eating my favorite guard: Only the empress or myself can have a bit of this troublemaker." The chef let out another laugh but then paused, for a moment it seemed as though she had completely frozen in place. Her nose gave a twitch and she leaned forward towards the new recruits. Through the clatter and clangs of the kitchen atmosphere Rongyu might have heard the faintly audible sniffing of the chef. For a moment, her nigh perpetually closed eyes opened as her brow raised. Her green eyes did a once over the aspiring guard before she took one more whiff and then shut her eyes to the slits they were most used to being. "Hm... " She cleared her throat and brushed a fetlock to her muzzle, "We happen to have a few grounds in the room I was resting in. I just started making some dumplings before you came by, putting on some coffee won't be much fuss. Come along then!" With a seemingly knowing smile she sauntered along back to the backroom with the couple in tow. Once the two were in there was a click as the door behind them locked, Yanhua across the room looking through the cabinets and soon pulling a sack of beans from their depths.
    3 points
  5. Feng shot a grin back over his shoulder at the still-incredulous qilin. "Of course! All of life is a test, and to pass is to live another day." In truth, it was fair to say that Rongyu presented more of a test to Feng than Feng could ever present to Rongyu. He suspected, as a new transfer to the Guard from the Watchers, that his pool of candidates had undergone some... 'pre-selection' as a kind of hazing. Service rivalries were a thing in all nations, and while few would dare antagonize a Watcher in active duty, Feng suspected that the corporals who handled the paperwork did not want to pass up the opportunity to have a bit of fun at his expense by sending a plausibly impressive, but difficult, first recruit. *Hah, I'll show them, though! Six months, a year tops, and she'll be out, bright, and shining! The Empress will be most impressed...* His thoughts then drifted into daydreams of what might result from so impressing Yu Yue, but the smell of the kitchens drew him back to reality. "I don't know about coffee; that's usually brewed in the barracks directly, but there's always a pot of tea on. But speaking of which..." He nosed through the crowds of kitchen workers, effortlessly dodging limbs, ladles, and plates. All the staff were familiar with him, though the larger companion drew no small amount of stopping and staring. He himself didn't stop until he reached the little corner where his friend had her personal retreat. "Hehe, yup. Did some intense work on the sparring yard today." He showed off his bandaged limb in demonstration. "Oh, speaking of which, meet Rongyu, newest recruit of the Empress' Honor Guard!"
    3 points
  6. The Trot Prancy novels! yes, Rainbow Dash would certainly enjoy them. She had a good nose for trash- outside of Daring Do- and Mister Prancy was the right type of bad to fit in. His earlier works were quite good and some of his even less well received books had some quality content, but his characters left a ton to be desired. Yet they were just awesome enough for Rainbow Dash, and maybe she'd even ask a few questions. Maybe not the right ones, but asking them would be enough. "Yes! Perfect idea. Then all I need to do is force her into the book club. Foalproof plan!" She said excitedly, clapping her hooves together deviously. She would join the club someday, her other plans be damned. Speaking of the damned: Windigos. "They most certainly still exist. Technically, they can never truly die. They are magical manifestations of disharmony that then further the spread of it. As long as there is enough disharmony among any magical creature, they will have the potential of returning. One of the Essential Valves, they say," though she did rub her head. "Ugggh, that damned theory. As for where they are from- they likely have no true home. Their first appearance in the records is from the time of the Maretonian Collapse, when they drove the three tribes away from Maretonia- southwest of Equestria. But no doubt they existed before that, and will continue to exist forever." It was a nice thought to have, something light as she cut through Blizzard's response. It wasn't as exciting as she had feared but was anything but pleasant. His small glare had not gone unnoticed before a shift happened. No, he was certainly not suited for that spell. Everything about him screamed that certain level of power and arrogance that was the very trap that the spell was designed to trigger. It was hard not to have that arrogance when you were as strong and unique as he- certainly no fault there, considering he had been alone for so long. His inability to see a peaceful, friendly end to this concern of his with Ice Storm was another matter. Conflict had a way of becoming real the more you imagined it as enivitable. When you narrowed the path towards the one clear resolution until there was naught but battle, then you were guaranteed so. They were not there yet but the end could be seen from where they sat and it was an ugly one to be sure. "I'm sorry if that is not the answer you wanted, but you can still do great things with the advanced literature on the subject that is available. There is a common misconception that power is obtained through rarity. That is not the case, as you well know: The real ingredient is studious attention to detail and practice. You have both in spades and will easily be able to solve your problems without risking yourself for no real reason," she said before she gave a hopeful smile. "And you would certainly be welcomed back. That would also be the only real legal option: I have no legal right to give land in a territory that I do not control. No one controls the Frozen North, the Badlands, technically speaking. Integration would be the better path in any case. What role in Equestria do you think you want?" She asked with baited breath.
    3 points
  7. Rain. If there was anything in the wide world that got on the palace chef's nerves, it was rain. It stirred up all sorts of stuff when it fell and made everything wet and soggy. Her dislike of this sort of climate had been a characteristic since she was a kit, but her time in the sacred forest so long ago had soured her so much that just looking at the stuff outside the kitchen window put her in a bad mood. Rainy days were days when Feng wasn't able to come as often as a colt, no partner to play with, noone to talk to, just her and the dark, cold wilderness for sometimes days. Besides the crippling loneliness of those times, Rain always messed with her sense of smell. It didn't dampen the many scents in the environment, no, it magnified and mixed them until it was the olfactory equivalent of looking at a bad watercolor painting. What made that most frustrating was that since she woke up and made her way to the kitchen, she had noticed a curious scent. Normally she could place what sort of thing might be making it, but with the great blend of scents it was simply lingering in the background while Hanabi's instincts told her to investigate. While she tried to place the foreign scent in the palace it was starting to concern the staff in the kitchen. Apparently she had been sniffing at the air every few minutes and the kitchen crew were worried she could be coming down with a summer cold. She waved off their concerns, just saying some flower in the garden must have been bothering her, and she'd be fine after some tea. They urged her to take some time off anyway, as she'd been working harder than usual to handle a banquet last week. Despite her best efforts the consequences of a massive endeavor left a mark of exhaustion on her. In the end she reached a compromise: She'd stick to the background while they took care of the workload and they'd call her in the event of an emergency. She could rest in one of unused kitchen rooms and recover her energy. So she did. She kept herself amused by organizing pots and pans and deciding to cook some simple snack. A bag of the various ingredients were set up on the counter. As per usual the qilin leaned over them and took a whiff. At first they smelled fine, but then she caught wind of that mystery smell again. What In Long guo was it? This would drive her mad if she didn't figure it out in time, but soon another smell entered her mind: One that instinctively brought a smile to her face. She made her way to the door just as the pair entered the kitchens where one of her assistants pointed them to the room she was relaxing in. "Feng!" She called out and waved over to him, "Already eager for a snack are you?"
    3 points
  8. “Rainbow Dash..”, the officer muttered to herself. “We could take something she enjoys, young adult adventure..”, she paused to ponder something, “And give it a slight push, and please, be careful with your eyes, as I would probably roll mine up so high if these books were suggested to me, maybe so much so that I would probably be able to see my brain...But maybe.”, she added with a wink. “We could gently nudge her from young adult to adult adult with maybe some of Mister Prancy’s books. It’s mostly spy fiction and military fiction. And yes, the sell his books at train and air-ship gift shops, and while he's been dead for over a decade, they still put out books under his name, and also my parents would both disown me if they saw me with those books, and my dad loves garbage. But it would still be a good move towards some actual good books....", she smiled back at the princess of friendship. "I have read a few of them as they tend to have piles of his books at my obstetrician's office..So I would know she would like the dumb action and such. Even if they would rot her brain." She pictured herself being permanently banned from the book club. And maybe even society itself. Off to Monster Island! This only caused her to chuckle. And then something caused her to stop. "Wait a second.", she was pretty sure he had said.."You still have....Er...We still have Wendigos?", she gasped as she turned her attention back to Twilight. "I thought they were all gone? Like we have a holiday and all that celebrate them being stopped, and while they did come back, only for you and the old heroes to banish them again..But just to even imagine they're out there in the North, waiting for stuff to go all....As my sister-in-law from Trottingham would say barmy....And they would appear again...", she shuddered. She had heard the original Wendigos were ponies that had gone mad from an extreme amount of suffering...hunger....fear....sadness...When they died, they turned into the great spirits that feed off of the fighting and hatred between others.. At least that was what she read. It might not be true. But those giant spirits were terrifying. She remembered watching the great terrors from a good distance. So beautiful, but also utterly horrifying at the same time. She would hope the old pony tribes would not ever break up again... Thankfully Blizzard Blitz had a question that did not involve the giant undead. "There's a fun little theme park in the west called 'Whinny World'. It's has rollercoasters, dark rides and all kinds of fun places. All heavily themed. Even the bathrooms have epic stories behind them. Sometimes they have areas that are meant to blend into the background. Entrances to employee areas....Garbage cans....fences...They paint this special green color that is so forgettable that it makes the painted item hide in plain sight. It's probably magic*....An typical guard's armor works the same way. You may know they're there..But they just blend into the background..As guards have been in the background since day one, they just exist without being seen...", she added, "I however am an officer and an Twilight Guard Officer. I wear purple armor and do not cover my face or hair, so I tend to stick out.". The very wise for her age Twilight Sparkle spoke even wiser words. "Yeah, she's not worth it.", the Pegasus mare added, "Not her personally, but what would happen if you attacked her..There would be arresting's and lawsuits and possibly a scary father. Not worth the pain. You just need to move on with life. And possibly avoid large weddings.". Both she and Discord were tied for how many weddings Fire had attended lately. Was she there to steal her current colt-friend? Would she rush off with Swift Squall? Maybe.
    3 points
  9. Fire Walker watched the wedding ceremony. What a weird world she lived in. Would she ever believe that one day her former colt-friend would have the ability to turn into a mare and marry a stallion that many considered unbearable until rather recently. This Prince or Duke could also turn into a female at will. They in turn would be marrying another mare. The Pegasus was not sure if she could switch back and forth either. Was bigamy legal in Equestria? Would this technically be bigamy? They were all getting married at the same time. This felt more like Salt Lick City than Ponyville. Still, she was happy for her favorite Dunder. If only Muggo were here, although this might even be a little too much for him. Hmm. Were Dunder's parents here? His sister? To her great annoyance, the brown pony never introduced her to his family. Was he ashamed of her? Swift made his over to the mare and whispered something about toys, this caused the officer to giggle, as silently as she could. The goose however, wandered over to the late pony, eyed her up and gave her a WAAAAGH of her own. “Due to my little condition, I didn’t have a ton of friends to play with. What colt or filly wants to hang around a hospital?”, she whispered, “By the time I was better, toys were the last thing on my mind.", There was one other topic that popped up, “Well, they had Queens and Kings in the past, in other lands. Princesses just seem so er..”, she shrugged, “Childlike. Ruling is still far away from them. They get to learn and play. A Queen rules. Not sure why Celestia never took that title. She’s a majestic person. One that inspires so much.” She smile as the bouquet would soon be tossed. It wasn’t a secret that she soon would be marrying the silly pony next to her, but if something is gonna be thrown, it should be caught!
    2 points
  10. Swift Squall: Swift looked down at the rubber goose Fire was holding. When she finished, and Dunnie has gone to the altar he murmured. "You might not had toys like this, but you had something much more worthwhile Dear. I had all toys in the world, but with nopony to play with they didn't matter." noblepony mused, before delicately placing his hoof on crimson mare swelling stomach. "She can't have her young years like yours or mine. We have to find balance for her." swordstallion said. "But if anything...between you and me, I don't think she will be a shrinking violet type, with our temperaments. Fire then mentioned School of Friendship. Squall visited the place, back when Sparkle was still it's headmare. "It's not only exterior that's good to look at. The place seems...different - not that I was in lot of schools. You could tell that Sparkle was really passionate about it. As if it was her real dream job. It's kinda....sad that she's shackled with new one. But I guess somepony has to do it." he said with a grimace.Doing something because it was right thing to do, despite your passions being elsewhere...he could sympathize. When Fire questioned the Equestria's choice for it's sovereign/s titles, stallion squinted his eyes gave her something to think about. "Would You want the same title she-cockroach had?" he asked, just before organs started playing.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 'Jade Beaker': 'Jade' squinted here eyes while Berry opened up to her a little. Punch was a mare that everypony in Ponyville liked, but one that was starved for kind affection her daughter couldn't give, as well as for some positive reinforcement. Of course 'Jade' was an expert on pony psychology, so she could provide the later right away. As for the former....? Well....'Jade' was nothing if not patient. "...You know...few years back I started to make some field research about ouces in Long Guo. I plan to finish book about it few months from now..." she started, mentioning her 'job' as 'ethologist' "It was then, that this one female that got mine special attention. Three consecutive litters. Ten cubs overall. But what's more important, none of them perished. I would say it was remarkable, miricalous even..... if not for the fact that I could actually observe female in question efforts. It was....nothing short of heroic, really." 'Jade' paused. Not all of her stories was woold over the eyes, and this was one of them. "When I came back to those mountains two years ago, the female was no longer there, but her spawn were all going strong. Berry,You might not be a cat, and you might only have one child, but you remind me of that snow leopard. You might wish to give Pinchy other parent Berry Dear, and it's nothing wrong with that - it would be nice for her and it would be good for you. But don't think your daughter will be in any way lessened if you never will. Because she already has You as a model, and I am certain that if anypony would ask your Pinchy, she would certainly tell she wants to be like her Mom." unicorn mare said. Punch mentioned honeymoon, at that made 'Jade' wince inside, but her poker face was perfect. Instead she replied. "I take your word for it Berry Dear. I might even be there to make sure you keep it." she murmured, as the ceremony started. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Swift Squall: Swift smiled at his friends made vow to each other, with the pleased smile of his face. Ahh if he could always be happy for his friends. He had an urge to mouth 'About time.' , seeing that it was indeed about time for Blue, Dunnine and Crusader to marry somepony, but he managed to tactfully resist. Instead - silently - she passed to Fire one of her favourite punch daggers that he also brought along. Others might have forget, but this WAS both Royal AND military wedding. And Swift liked to uphold at least some of noble traditions. He hoped his Dear would agree with him on that. The stallion drew his own weapon, and when the last of vows was passed, he stiffened and raised his blade up and forward in the knightly salute. "Amor Vincit Omnia." she recited, before relaxing and re-sheathing his sword, and that was that. "You know...I could play that thing." noble-stallion said while pointing at the organs. As Crusader urged Dunnie to toss the bouquet, he added. "So...are you gonna...?" Swift asked. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 'Jade Beaker': "Well not everday you see three-way marriage." 'Jade' said while still clapping. "I am very grateful that I could be your extra for today Berry Dear, but how did you earned an invitation for such ceremony? You must have know at least one of those newly-weds quite well." unicorn mare inquired.
    2 points
  11. Once the boat had made landfall, Toboe noticed the palpable magical forces that were held within it's hull. It was almost overwhelming to her senses, one particular magical signature seemed positively huge. She didn't need to wait long to figure out who it belonged to. The sight of a starry, flowing mane and a regal profile walking down the gangplank made the wolf's jaw drop. Shiroi had mentioned that Princess Luna would be coming along on the mission... frankly, Toboe thought she might have been joking. Yet there she was, the lunar monarch of Equestria and one of the most powerful creatures on the face of the world. 'Note to self, keep any mischief to a minimum.' Thought the Canine as Luna made her approach. Not wanting to appear intimidated, Toboe took a tentative step towards the princess. Her muzzle wrinkled slightly as the scent of her magic seemed to engulf her. Such a dense and powerful magical presence would take getting used to, but Toboe did her best to keep that knee-jerk response from looking derisive. Her eyes flicked back to Nensho behind her: a wolf who always had her back... thank goodness he was here. On some level she wasn't terribly sure what would be the best way to start, so Toboe defaulted to a cordial dip of her head in greeting. "Welcome, Luna of Equestria." She raised herself back up to look over the mare, "I am ... Shiranui of Polohama and I'd hope to be friend rather than a foe. I take it you and your entourage are here to take in the sights? They seem quite the motley crew. " Luna's question about a wolf named Taira was answered with a quizzical tilt of her head. Thankfully, Nensho was there to lend his friend some clarity. Nensho mentioned that name before in the past when he brought up a past journey to the mountains. Apparently, he was some old mountain wolf with a surprisingly large territory... It would be something to look into later. "I'm sorry to say I've not met this 'Taira'. Though I feel my packmate may have met him at some point."
    2 points
  12. ~~~Aloe Blossom~~~ Aloe would return the hug that the princess had given her as she asked how Ponyville was, and if it was still holding together. "For the most part. Though it might start getting a bit boring here now that monsters aren't attacking us all the time," she said teasing Twilight a bit. It wasn't really much of a secret that for as long as they could remember Ponyville, had almost always been ground zero for most anything wierd that happened in Equestria. Most just believed that it was because of the six ponies that lived there that were the element bearers. Creatures of great power would be pulled in by great power to challenge it. It was just how the world worked. She also listened with a bit of surprise as she heard Rose speak. This was the first time that she ever heard Rose actually sound worried, and if she was being honest, this was kinda the one thing that would be worth worrying about right now. Aloe would give Rose a gentle, reassuring nuzzle, and then a lick. "With the two of us as her parents, there's no possible way that she won't grow up to be a happy child. Besides," she said touching her stomach. "She still has her sisters coming," she told her with a smile. "As for the wards, I don't think there's any measure that's too much to keep our little ones safe. I would fight Tirek himself if I had to in order to make sure that our little ones were safe," she said with a proud smile. She would look to the egg and then back to Twilight. She could see the princess looking at it, and it took all of her willpower to not give into her motherly instinct and try to guard it from the princess. The egg was why the princess was here after all! So she could give it her blessing! She just hoped that the princess would be careful and that the procedure wasn't anything too strenuous.
    2 points
  13. It never took long to acclimate oneself to the food here, at the palace. Hadn't taken Feng longer than a day, really, though Yanhua had a lot to do with that. He just wished he'd known at the time that she was his old foalhood friend from in the forest at the time, but that had come as a nice surprise when he did find out! He chuckled disarmingly, brushing off any air of concern. "Yup, you gotta learn to use all the tricks available to you in a real fight. Martial exercises are all well and good, but I don't think a lot of the recruits are pushed as far as they could be by their sergeants. Though, to be fair, most of the sergeants haven't faced anything tougher than disorganized packs of bandits; it's been pretty peaceful for the past... hundred years, really." The talk of being eaten elicited a... slightly less disarmed chuckle. The *last* thing he needed was another mare adding a vertex into the triangle that was the drama of his life. *Knowing my luck, that's exactly what I'm gonna get.* Nosing around for some dumplings to suppress the funny feeling he was getting in his stomach, he looked back to see... Yanhua sniffing his new recruit, in such a way that rather intruded upon most interpretations of personal space. He didn't mind it so much when it was him that she was nosing, but that also had to do with him knowing her true, vulpine nature. "Uhm, alright. Don't make my new recruit too nervous now, Yanhua!" He jested as he followed her into the back.
    2 points
  14. Discord sat on his cloud, patiently waiting for the others to arrive. Somewhere outside Ponyville, high in the sky. Not so far that nopony could run into them, but far enough you'd have to go looking. Or be a particularly lost pony. Why he didn't just choose to convene in Chaosville? Well, because he just didn't feel like it, of course. Plus, it could give him and his compatriots somepony to mess with, should anypony stick their little pony nose in their general vicinity. "Also," he thought, "just think of some poor pony's reaction seeing us all shooting the breeze." he did a little finger gun action, and blew smoke off his digits, laughing a little to himself at the thought of some unsuspecting pony suddenly finding himself victim to three or four Discords. He reached behind him and grabbed a bit of cloud, smashed it in his hands and it turned into a fish and egg sandwich. The fish's tail hanging limply out one end. He took a bite, the whole egg cracking and spilling all over the place, and the fish tail flopping in protest. As for why he and his counterparts felt it prudent to meet, it was their birthday! Well, it was a day. and the birth of the universe happened at some point. What did it matter? He was celebrating, because he wanted to. Or he would be when the others arrived. He began picking at a fish bone behind his tooth with his claw. // Hello, and welcome to my all-discord thread. I made the thread open so that your characters in the area who you think would make for fun interactions could just pop in whenever. Although, it's mostly for Discords to interact. I plan for this thread to be outside time and to exist at the same time as, parallel to, and completely seperate from other threads all at the same time. This is Discord afterall. Discords may come and go, things that happen concurrently might be mentioned or ignored or whatever. This is, essentially, the chaos thread. Nopony is safe. @Cubbage @RainbowFoxxy @RexDraco and anyone else who happens to get a Discord application approved in the future are specifically invited to participate. //
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  15. Bluebelle was heartened to see the students take her transformation in stride; it was going to be an awkward year if they didn't! Besides all that, it seemed that most of the major questions had been taken care of, though a few minor ones of procedure remained. "Class Schedules are the same for first-year students, save for electives, which you can begin signing up for after the assembly. They should be posted on your dorm doors by now. You won't start officially until next Monday, which gives you a few days to select your electives. If you need any help with that, Counselor Starlight Glimmer or myself will be available for most of tomorrow to answer questions and provide guidance." Chipper Demise was no longer really paying attention, since it seemed that monster-hunting was not going to be on that elective list. "I mean, I wouldn't do it unless I had a really big and strong guy on my side. Like Papa Halvard! But I don't know if he's coming down to visit anytime soon." He explained to Spearmint, extricating himself from the chair. "But you've got a really neat forest, like, right there! If there's any elective that means going into the Everfree, I'm signing up for that!"
    2 points
  16. Feng had a plan for how this conversation was going to go. A practiced speech, in fact, on how his bonds of affection could yet be sated by her finding true happiness in another; he was most proud of the line that went, "I have a dragon's pride in my heart, but not a dragon's greed." Followed, of course, by promises of matchmaking assistance, like a good friend. It was good speech. But Yu Yue had to ruin it. Yu Yue had to kiss him. Yu Yue had to leave him stunned in the garden, one hoof over hers upon his cheek, as she poured out a confession of her own affection. All that he could only dream, or chastise himself for projecting upon her, she confessed to be actuality. Pyschologically, it was perhaps necessary for her to do so, to be honest with a dear friend. Tactically, it was an ill-considered move. To show a starving longma a banquet, only to subsequently forbid it, would not encourage quiescence. Feng felt the dragon's fire within him stoke to a roar as he saw his Empress cry, and were she to look up from the ground, she would see it blazing in his eyes. His voice, however, maintained a deceptive level of calm, even if his dragon's breath accompanied his words. "Stature and Import." The words came out in a cloud of mint-scented smoke. "When the whole of our history, of Dynasties coming from the lineage of those who till the earth, of a Celestial Bureaucracy whose boast is that of meritocracy, tells us that Long Guo is a land where Status comes from Service, and not the other way around." He had to pause, rein in his breathing, before continuing, "It is true, you have not seen me in many contexts, just as your faithful guard and Watcher, but as a cultural ambassador to Equestria, I should say I acquitted myself well. And in the days of my more secretive service, there was a great demand of versatility upon me. You have hardly begun to exhaust what service I could render, given the opportunity!" "As for my destiny..." He turned to show Yu a god view of his flank (and quite the well-muscled and toned flank it was), gesturing to the mark upon it, a maple leaf over three upside-down mountains. "I am he that overturns the mountains, that turns the world upside down. Because, sometimes, that's the only way to set it right-side up."
    2 points
  17. Fire Walker grinned as it appeared she had helped the purple princess improve an old friend’s reading aspirations. Once those novels got boring, and it would happen fast, maybe she would upgrade her books even further? Maybe a copy of ‘Eating The Leaves Of Grass”, “The Canterpony Tales?”, or even “The Handmare’s Tale?” As a member of the Wonderbolts and technically the R.E.A., she also had access to one one of the best military libraries in all of Equestria, if not the world? “Oh.”, the officer gasped. “That is rather disturbing, but it makes sense. But I was always confused on how many ponies it too to summon one of those ghastly things. Ten? Twenty? I believe the stories had that there was a general feeling of distrust against the three tribes. It can’t be a population thing, but maybe if there’s a general concentration of distrust in one area?” The mare listened to the stallion’s worries that a certain Dunder-stealing unicorn had her sights on the cold-casting stallion. “If she attacked you without any real provocation, then you would have the right to defend yourself and or get legal help as restraining orders can be helpful.” The office was pretty sure this would never happen. “Also, I’m confused. You live up in the north and doesn’t she own a little ice cream parlor in Canterlot? I haven’t spoken to her in ages, so I might not be currently updated to her status..”. the red mare was probably best not to continue anymore in this. She did not truly know what was going on with Blizzard Blitz and the mare. Still, the question intrigued her. What could the frosty stallion do? He could teach Cryomancy! What would be more popular during the hotter summer weather? A pony who could summon snowflakes! Unlimited Ice Cream? Well, at least he could summon ice for those horrible flavored ice treats? The liquid flavor would always settle in one spot, and you'd be eating mostly ice flakes. Yuck. Maybe ice sculptures? He could always set up temporary locations for pop-up ice skating rings?
    2 points
  18. Caramel nodded a bit at Blue’s answer to her question, though she was partially asking for just a place to work on that stuff on her own time. Maybe it’d be the same place, she’d have to figure that out eventually. For now, it looked like Candy was leaving again and leaving Kettle under her care. “Sure thing, Kettle, you could tag along.” She said, patting her sister’s head.
    2 points
  19. It was strange to think that she would outlive them. Dragons were weird. They lived so long and yet he had seen maybe two dragons that actually looked like they lived that long. Made him a think a lot of dragons didn't make it very far, which was troubling in it's own way. Yeah she would outlive them but they would probably live full, happy lives. The odds said that most dragons didn't live to really get out of their teenage years- maybe that lasted a few hundred years, but still. troubling in it's own way. His own mortality didn't really bother him. You learned fast and hard in Griffonstone that the mortal coil was a lot less tightly wound than you'd like to imagine it was. All you could really hope to do was live well and he was certainly living well, surrounded as he was by such amazing friends- wait, how long did Hippogriffs live again? He shook his head and half-joined in on the booze talk. "Yeah. Booze. I bet dragons drink a lot, right? A lot of..." he shook his head again, clear of any disturbing thoughts. "Umm. Tolerances, yeah. I bet you have kegs the size of Yona that you attach to the side of a big dragon's head, with those small straws that come down. Big 'ol party hat," he offered with a forced laugh as his mind then once more switched over to the topic of leaving. He let it out, as composed as he could be considering the questions and concerns in his head. "...I'm absolutely terrified of it all ending. I really don't want to go back to Griffonstone. I mean yeah I'd be going back there with all this knowledge and-" he held his claws together and bent his neck as he raised himself up in a cloying manner, batting about his big beautiful eyes, "-capable of spreading the maaaaaaagic of friiiiieeeeennndssshhhip," he went back to normal with a soft click of his talons on the ground, "but that's like fighting the tide. It'd be, what, three nice griffons- okay, two and a half, maybe a quarter- in a city of thousands, fighting the good fight? Uggghh. No thank you. Plus there is all that weird chaos going on over there and I try to pay as little attention as possible to it. Harder to do that if I'm there!" He rather dramatically rolled his eyes. "So yeah, I'm down for illegally squatting in an underground pirate's den." Yarr.
    2 points
  20. It required an intense conversation and an new perspective in order to grasp what it meant that Smolder would likely outlive all her non-dragon friends. But instead of leaning into that thought experiment, Silverstream just reached for a subtle compliment in order to help gain affection for this place she would hope to call a new home. "Oh, well, in that case I'll give you permission to take control of this underwater cave when I'm gone. It'll be nice to know it'll be in good claws." Silverstream started removing medium sized jagged rocks from the newly dried surface of the cave's platform, attempting to create a space for more permanent fixtures. When Gallus asked why she hadn't mentioned it, Silverstream hadn't consciously thought about why that might be until he asked. "Um, I guess I was just afraid to bring the idea that we might not be together forever to the forefront. I wasn't sure that you guys felt the same way. You guys aren't nearly as curious as I am about things, and so I guess I just assumed I was more sentimental about it, too." Silverstream's eyes fell but her face cracked a small grin, identifying with Gallus' approval of her idea. She then looked back to Smolder, who had her typical dragon disinterested expression. But Silverstream always knew it was for show. Mostly. "Aw, come on, Smolder. Wouldn't it be nice to have a permanent place to live around this place?"
    2 points
  21. Also, sorry for submitting that status like 12 times. I pressed the "Submit Status" button, and nothing happened. So I just kept pressing it and finally reloaded the page and saw what I had done. Please forgive me
    2 points
  22. Wow, they put together a pretty solid voice cast for the new MLP!
    2 points
  23. Let's see... by his count, that was two major questions, plus a couple of small ones he could answer at the end. And he could take them in the order in which they came without breaking flow, which was convenient! Giving a signal to his secretary waiting off-stage, he pointed into the audience at Kettle. "You are correct, I am both a mare and a stallion. Not at the the same time, though." At this point, Blueblood's secretary, a monocled young lavender stallion came up on stage with a cup of tea, which he offered to the Archancellor. Blue accepted it with a nod, and sipped from the cup. The ensuing transformation was as clear and obvious as their Auntie's Summer Sun; in one smooth wave that washed over the unicorn, where stood a handsome stallion was now a beautiful mare, still dressed in the robes and cap of her office. "You may see me like this as well over the course of the year; I am called Bluebelle when in this form. How I came to be this way is a story that can wait until after the assembly. Rest assured, whenever you come to see me, I will endeavor to be whatever you are most comfortable in speaking with." Well, that was about as short an answer as she could give to the first question. The second was likely on the minds of many potential pupils, though it had only been asked by the one young unicorn. Partly Bluebelle's fault for phrasing it like that, she supposed. "I don't mean the curriculum, of course. Your parents would have some very sharp words with me if I were to take you manticore-hunting in the Everfree." "Aw, man!" Chipper's audible disappointment carried across the audience, and Bluebelle had to clear her throat with a stern look to regain control before continuing. "But what I do mean is this: the world has become a considerably more dangerous place than it was when I was your age. Believe it or not, there used to be a time when nopony thought old legends could come true. But though uncertain times have come upon us, so have opportunities for greatness. You have all heard the stories of Princess Twilight and her friends saving Equestria; it is the Princess' belief that by passing on the lessons that she herself has learned, other ponies may one day be in a position to do what she has done. Maybe not to the point of saving a whole nation, but there are many, smaller things that a friend in the right place can save. I myself was so saved, once upon a time." The students in the audience were likely a little too far away to see the misty look in her eyes, but the catch in her voice at the end likely carried. Sniffing once, she shook her mane back over her shoulder, and continued. "But for now, this will be as safe a place as we can make it for you to learn. As to that, the housing office is the first door on the left of the administration hallway, you'll find a sign directing you once you go out of the doors of the assembly hall. Mechanics classes are elective, and offered by Professor Applejack between harvest seasons. If there is no more questions, then I welcome you to Twilight's Friendship Academy, and wish you a very good school year!"
    2 points
  24. As Fire asked, he slowly nodded. "Wendigos are still present in the Frozen North," Blizzard would say bluntly. "The key word in your statement is banish. They still exist. It seems whenever they are defeated, they go back to where they have the strongest ties." The icy unicorn would take a deep breath and even deeper exhale. "I believe that there is an area of the Frozen North where...the original...," he'd have to think how to best say what he was about to say. "There earthly bodies are." He had said it. "It's just a theory though. Perhaps the original settlement are buried under a few dozen feet of snow, never to be seen again." As the scroll vanished, Blizzard's eyes would narrow as he stared where it had previously been sitting. His gaze would shift to the purple princess as his winter gray eyes glared for a few moments before he rolled them. "I see..." his tone had changed to one of annoyance. "Well, I'd rather not end up dead anytime soon from a magical error so I appreciate your concern." He'd levitate a few of the newer spell books that where on the table into his saddle bags. "Looks like the newer, safer way it is then..." Blizzard would scoff as Twilight brought up just the mere idea of being allies with Ice Storm. "For somepony as wise as you, I don't think there would be enough room for her ego and my pride to coincide. It takes every bit of my being just to be civil around her. I have a nagging that she is coming for me. Maybe not now or in the near future, but it is coming." Quickly he'd make another cup of tea before leaning back into his char. "I have tried to think of ways to postpone this conflict. One is quite simple, a land grant of just a few acres in the Frozen North so she can't come after me for taxes or something along that line," as he looked to Fire Walker. "I'm sure you most of all know what I'm referring to. The other..." as he noticeably cringed at just the thought, "Would be to integrate slowly back into society, though it would have to be fitting of my unique talents. I'd rather live under a frozen rock then do menial tasks that where offered as my career choices long ago," he said with a tad bit of venom in his voice.
    2 points
  25. "That's nonsense. The changelings here are friendly. I should introduce you to Ocellus, or any of the other changelings at the school." She interrupted her train of thought once again. "So you're not here for the school? Did you know about the school that's here?"
    1 point
  26. *All in all,* Sky Sailing mused as he carted his latest grocery run back to Wind Dancer's city apartment, *Canteloupe and Ice Cream aren't the weirdest cravings I've heard of.* The latter wasn't at all hard to get in this city, even if he didn't know the purveyor of some of the best personally. Desert cities generated such a demand for cool treats that you could find a shop or stall selling some on every corner, practically. Finding melon that didn't come pre-sliced, packaged in its own fermenting juices though? Somewhat harder without connections to resort suppliers. Making runs like this would be difficult for Wind Dancer, given the circumstances that led to these cravings, so like the dutiful fiancee he was, Sky offered to move in and help take care of her for a while. Landing at the balcony, he called out, "Honey, I'm back!" Unstrapping the basket from beneath himself, he picked it up in his teeth and carried it into the house, looking around. Hopefully Windy was feeling alright, the latter half of a pregnancy could get a little rough.
    1 point
  27. Had Feng lived any other life than the one he had, the news that his first and latest recruit was an entirely different species than she presented, infiltrating the palace for unknown purposes would have instantly triggered all kinds of paranoia. Even with knowing Hanabi/Yanhua as long as he had, and thus pretty much smoothing over any prejudice he'd had towards Yokai though, the fact that Rongyu would be so near the Empress did worry him. He had to make a quick decision, but ultimately decided to trust his ability to sense malice or lack thereof. "Thanks, I don't think we'll run into any problems with her, though. Between my interview and spar with her, I've got a pretty good read, I should think." Never mind that her disguise had fooled him entirely, though... They returned to the nook where the scent of the beans was already wafting through the air. "I actually do have a taste for coffee, it's just that when I drink to ward off exhaustion, I make everyone else tired." He said with a chuckle, and given even what Rongyu had seen of him, she would probably believe it.
    1 point
  28. His realization came at a good time, too, as he'd realize he deviated greatly from the general populace. Hoof traffic was low here, and it looked like he had nearly placed himself right within the confines of a dark alley. Because that's just where he'd want to be right then. The shadows writhed around him, moving closer and occasionally brushing against his coat. He could feel Shai's agitation, or frustration, It was hard to tell, but she was definitetly unhappy about his decision. 'Aurora''s disappointed frown slowly changed into a smile as he approached, and it remained after he regained his senses. Everytime he checked on her thereafter, she'd be closer and closer. "You'll find me, right big brother?" As he entered the store, he'd hear another set of hooves follow close behind- but yet, nopony was there... "You did promise, after all ~" "Help me... save me..."
    1 point
  29. Sundown certainly wasn't as calm as Shai was. But her words reminded the detective about the task he had to do. He took a deep breath and focused. He couldn't let this demon mess with his head. After regaining some composure, he looked to the nearest street sign to see where he was. 85th and Hoofington... Okay... I think there's a store around here that has candles... He though to himself. To be honest, he didn't really know enough about Manehattan's layout to know just where the nearest store was. But, that didn't stop him using his intuition to pick a direction to walk in. After choosing a path, almost completely arbitrarily, he began to trot in that direction; trying his best to hold himself together and not to freak out. After all, there was nothing to freak out about, right? Shai was there to protect him, right? There was nothing this demon could do to him, right? Right? Just before his worrying got to the point where it would cause him to have a breakdown, he saw his sister. She was looking down on him, watching him. Her countenance was distinctly inhospitable, but Sundown didn't care. He ran towards her, ready to embrace her after to many years. But as he approached, he noticed something was off. No matter how much he moved towards her, she seemed to stay just as far away as she was when he spotted her. And wouldn't she be older? And why was nopony else noticing the injured filly on the sidewalk? Unless... It wasn't really her. The detective came to a screeching halt as the realization dawned on him. His subconscious was screaming at him to walk up to Aurora and hug her, to take her home. But Sundown couldn't. It isn't her. He had to tell himself over and over. It isn't her. Regaining control of himself, he double checked where he was and continued walking until he found a store. Trying his best to ignore the disapproving glares from the projections of his sister.
    1 point
  30. “From what I have seen of the city guards and heard well out in the provinces… Well, I don’t want to speak ill of them but out in the provinces we joke if the empress wants something done she sends us to deal with it. For the papers she sends the city’s guards.” Rongyu says with a small but sharp grin before sniffing the air. Looking at the open can of coffee beans she nodded and walked over. “Happy to do it, I love the smell of fresh ground beans.” She says, grabbing the can of beans she pours some in to the grider and shut the led. Taking the crank in her cloven hoof she starts to spin it. Oh wonderful coffee. Not every pony in the army drinks it, plenty stick to tea. But the cult of coffee was firmly in place and no amount of tea fanfare can dislodge them. Much as Rongyu loved tea she did not crave it, need it, like coffee. Coffee was necessary, tea was welcomed. And soon she'll have her fix again and be ready for whatever the rest of this day was going to toss at her.
    1 point
  31. Fear washed over the detective, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His pulse pounded in his ears as his vision was filled with the grotesque images of a domain of terrors. He stood, almost paralyzed by fear, as he watched the ponies' passionate and painful dance; a dance they were doomed to perform for eternity. And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Everything was back the way it was. He wanted to get out of there. Riding the adrenaline now flowing through his veins, he grabbed his saddlebags and stuffed the two golden devices which Shai had given him into it, then he ran as swiftly as he could out of the bedroom and out his front door. He only stopped once he was in the outside corridor and slammed the door behind him. He was certain he wasn't safe there, but at least he was no longer in that room. After a few fumbling attempts, his hooves shaking from adrenaline, he locked the door and then trotted outside of his apartment complex. He had slowed down enough that he wasn't moving in a full-on gallop anymore, but he still was at a pretty fast canter. As he weaved his way through the streets of Manehattan, he began to relax as his adrenaline kick started to peter out. He was still unnerved and freaked out, but now at least he wasn't completely terrified. And right now, all he wanted to just get some distance between him and his apartment.
    1 point
  32. The army as a whole was a bit too large for Feng to know all the NCO's in it, and Rongyu had transferred in from the provinces, so it wasn't a surprise that he didn't know the sergeant. Still annoying though, as it sounded like there was a good story behind there. "Well, need a bit more of her kind in the capital, then. A bit too many things are for show around here. Granted, that makes it easy for an enemy to underestimate one as purely for ornamental purposes, but... well, there's more than a few here I could name who could be replaced with bronze-cast statues to no loss of function." Captain though he was, it was a promotion from the ranks, and he snorted in laughter at her barracks-room humor. Sensing that Yanhua wanted to pull him away for a word while Rongyu was grinding the beans, he tilted an ear towards her, waiting for whatever she had to say. She must have smelled something on his recruit, but what?
    1 point
  33. Sundown did a double take as he heard Shai's voice. He was expecting to hear her voice coming from within him. It unnerved him for a second, but he quickly realized it must have been some kind of her magic. As he watched her tendrils working in the kitchen, he wondered just what exactly his mysterious benefactor was. She had given him an answer when he asked, but he barely comprehended it. He nodded, both to indicate that he agreed with her previous statement and that he understood her instruction. "Green candles, got it." He had little idea where exactly to look when talking to her, so he settled on one of her dark claws that was remaining relatively stationary. He paused for a moment, before speaking again. "Uh, how much of my blood are we going to need?" He asked, a little hesitant. He wasn't exactly squeamish, but a part of him balked at the idea of having to draw a lot of blood for the ritual.
    1 point
  34. The shadowy lady gazed intently at him for several uncomfortable seconds, as if appraising him. She looked him up and down, then hummed thoughtfully. "Then it would seem we know all that we require. Now, it is about time that we retire. A busy day lies ahead, I hope, at the end, that shallow grave has not become your bed. That would certainly leave my thoughts in a mire." It seemed that she really has grown quite fond of him, or fond enough to share occult secrets with and try to protect. One would have to wonder what her motives are, though, especially since she seemed unwilling to meet in person, if, in fact, he hadn't already. The tripartite ring was next on his nightstand, right next to the golden seal she had given him. She eye'd the two before turning tail- and that was a very long tail.
    1 point
  35. He watched the bag settle onto his bed, floated over by Shai's shadowy tendrils. It looked untouched. Shai said that he had to perform a ritual contained in the tome, probably the same one that the three victims had done, except with the intent to summon a different demon. He reached over and grabbed the clear plastic container. He paused for a moment as he saw the tamper seal. Opening this evidence bag right now would technically be destroying any admissibility it has in court, but considering the circumstances, that was the least of Sundown's worries. He undid the top of the bag, ripping the seal in progress, and pulled out the book. He looked it over. A plain cover stared back at him. The title of volume was written in a simple gold-color and no author was credited at the bottom. Nothing about its appearance hinted at its contents. He opened the book and flipped to random page. The few sentences that he read on that page were written in a circuitous and turgid manner, with much of it being completely indecipherable to the detective. His luck didn't improve as he flipped through the tome, none of what he read was familiar. Intricate symbols and unknown references dotted every page. The detective felt lost...
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  36. From the album: FiM Cast

    Fluttershy, how will I reach you for a belly rub? A playful pegasus in the clouds ^-^

    © hasbro

    1 point
  37. It came in small waves, the emotions of the moment. He had bared himself to her in the ways he knew how and while both of them were entirely too well spoken and formal, she felt little better than an actress in a cheesy Equestrian teen romance. Yet she had to speak. She had to be honest. She turned from him to stare at the pond water for a moment, her eyes welling up. She took a deep breath and closed them. "...It is...unfair of you to ask me to release you from the bonds when you know full well there is only one way I could release you," she opened them and turned. "The demands of my station decree it. Yet you would not find release in full if I did so, and half of your heart would turn bitter and frosted. Then I would be to blame for your mini-death, and your inability to give yourself to another. It is unfair of you to out that on me," she said accusingly, trying her best to get the emotional toll of the moment off of her shoulders. Yet. "Yet." Yet. She approached him with tenderness, and for once she looked unsure. "It is also unfair of me to be...l-less than honest with you. So, here goes." She hugged him, and in that hug gave him a kiss. After a moment, and what was given in return, she pulled back and kept one hoof on his cheek so he may rest on it ever briefly. "We both share this attraction. You are...the bravest and best I have ever known. You are handsome, funny, bold, loyal, honest. I..." She blushed. "I admit, I have imagined us together. More than once." She looked down, then away, her hoof trailing behind as small specks of tears rolled down ever briefly into the garden below. "But you know...I know. We know it cannot be," she sniffled, composed herself and turned around. Her chest was puffed and she assumed as regal a stance as her shaking breath would allow. "I am Empress Yuè of the Long Guo. I am the Empire, I am her people. I am her glamour and I am her glory. Such is my station and so it is written," she said, choking down a sob effectively. "When my hoof is taken in marriage, it will need to be taken by someqil of stature and great import to the Empire, to the people. Even if you are that to me, even if I desire it..." she looked down, and whispered the end. "...You are not my destiny. And I am not yours."
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  38. "a bargain has been made, And for that, the bargain must be paid." She made the whole ordeal sound quite grim, although this was his immortal soul they were talking about here. "The cost of avoidance is most severe, The loss of your soul, by comparison, a tap on the hoof will appear. New plans will have to be laid..." The shadows receded, and only Shai's apparition remained as she stood above him, thoughtful. Eventhough her paws touched the bed, he may note that he couldn't feel her added weight, if there was any. There were barely any wrinkles in the sheets where she stood. "A plan I can lay in motion, But it may come to you as an ill notion. Greater powers lie below, A gamble should be made, some dice that you must throw. Be forewarned, it is likely, should you be found, that you will face amotion."
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  39. Zap was always in competition with somepony. Though the optics were always in favor of foreseeing a conflict with his sister Ambrosia, today it seemed he was mostly battling his own confidence level and insecurities. As he grew older, he began to notice how other ponies postured differently, and it sometimes had an affect on that pony's ability to present themselves. Applejack was such a strong willed pony. There's not too much guessing as to where Zap might have been influenced to feel so vane about how others see him and measure his ability. He had created an inherited habit of always having to outdo others' expectations of him. He took one look at the cart his mother was pulling and rejected the idea. His sister didn't help matters by assuming the cart as some kind of imaginary playland for the little unicorns magical fantasies. "Mom, do I hafta? I way to old to be riding in that cart now. Can't I just fly?"
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  40. When the retired Princess made her entrance, Myth once again had to fight the urge to bow. She'd been conditioned from a young age to react to those of higher station with respect, and although for the most part she'd gotten over her fear of the wrong appearances, it still showed up from time to time, especially with the royalty. And, of course, Celestia and Luna's retirement was still fresh for everypony. She did, however, incline her head out of respect, which Myth felt, Princess or no, she'd more than earned. It was then that Feather came to land between her and Nira, which put her in closer quarters than the others on deck. Myth couldn't put her hoof on it, but something seemed to be bothering her. Her aura was filled with the heavy mist of some kind of resentment. Myth smiled at her, hoping she wasn't upset with her for some reason. She'd only just begun to feel like their relationship was starting. She'd hate to have done something wrong so soon. "Maybe I'll find a moment to take her aside, some time." she thought to herself. Myth had been so distracted by her marefriend and her new crush that she hadn't even noticed the magical creature watching them from afar until Icy pointed her out. She looked over and saw her. "How could I be so clueless as to miss her‽" she shook her head. She had a job to do here and she was already falling behind. It seemed the others couldn't quite guage her intentions from looking at her. "If I may," she blurted after Nira had finished what she'd said "Her aura doesn't suggest any hostility.... not toward us, anyway. I....." she peered at the creature. All she could see, visually, was that something was there. She had practically no visual detail at all at this range. but the creature's aura was still quite easily distinguishable. She could see several things about her from here. Although to be more sure she'd have to get closer. What she could tell, tho, was that her aura wasn't hostile. But something else about it. "I wouldn't trust her, but... for the time being, I don't see any reason to worry about her." she kept looking at the Okami, tilting her head as she tried to be sure of more information "One more thing..." she added hesitantly "I... can't be sure, but.... I don't think she's from here. She kind of reminds me more of the mainland... or the palace... I don't know, but not here."
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  41. Lope Lighthoof As they continued their patrol, Lope was feeling especially on edge. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, but every time he turned around, there was nothing to suggest that such suspicions could be correct. Then midway through an alley, he heard something, and judging by the instant reaction of his trainer, she had, too. It sounded like a yelp! A trash can was knocked over, too, which meant there was probably a struggle! The two ponies didn't even look at each other before doubling back and sprinting their way towards the sound. His cutie mark sprang into action as he sprinted, ignoring the slight pain in his back leg. But when he burst out of the alley at a canter, what he saw was not what he had expected. There sat a perfectly normal areion, clutching his wing, a trash can knocked over beside him. Perhaps the foalnapper had released him? A moment or two later, Tangent arrived behind him and seemed equally confused at the sight before them. "Are you alright??" he asked frantically, whipping his head around to see if there was possibly a creature within sight. "Were you attacked??" Tangent Line Agent Line's ears picked up the cry at the same moment Lighthoof's did, but he was faster on the draw. Having an athletic cutie mark gave him the edge over her when it came to things like that. As she sprinted after him, she charged her horn with a stun spell, preparing to fire on anything they encountered. When she got to the end of the alleyway, however, it was not an encounter they found, but rather what looked to be the aftermath of one. The areion didn't look particularly harmed, but did appear to have put up a fight against whatever had attacked him. Her partner was faster to speak than she was, and when she did speak, she was much less empathetic than him. "Why are you out this late? Don't you know there's a town-wide curfew? Even for areions, being out alone is incredibly dangerous. The last three ponies who were are now missing. And if you thought your flying could save you, clearly you were wrong. But even so, you should have had the forethought to know that if a pegasus had been nabbed, your wings would be of little use to you. Unless..." Agent Line had never really trusted areion in the past. They were shifty, creepy, and continued to pay homage to Princess Luna during her exile as public enemy number one. But now her suspicions were growing slightly. A ring of nocturnal ponies would make sense. They could get around in the sky unnoticed, had exceptional dark vision, which would give them an advantage over the the more flight-adept Pegasi at night, and could be out during the night because they didn't sleep. She listened to his answer with a high degree of scrutiny.
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  42. The detective watched her disappear once again into the wind. Except this time the feeling of being watched left with her. He supposed she was truly gone. He thought a little on what happened as he chewed on his meal. His thoughts fell on his mysterious benefactor. Despite her shadowy appearance and enigmatic speeches, she did seem benign overall. After all, she was helping him avoid a horrible death. And she did make him a nice meal. Although, he didn't know much about her other than her name. But, the detective had to admit that was probably because of his own failure to understand her answers when he asked her what she was and where she was from. And now some details of those explanations were being lost to memory. He found himself wishing he had the forethought to have written down her answers. Eh, if he really needed to know something, he could just ask her the next time he sees her. A glance down at his plate showed that he had finished his meal. He stood up, grabbed the plate, and walked over to put it in his kitchen sink. It barely fit, with the entire sink almost on the verge of being overflowing with dirty dishes and utensils. He'd have to wash some of the dishes in the morning. After a quick check to make sure the oven was off, he didn't want to burn his residence down after all, he trotted down his hallway and made a quick stop in his bathroom. However, before leaving his living room he made sure to grab the golden device and bring it with him. After arriving in the bathroom, it took him only a couple minutes to do his evening routine. A quick use of his toilet, a wash of his hooves, brushing his teeth, etc. As soon as he was satisfied, he trotted out of his bathroom, closed the door behind him, and went into his bedroom. His bedroom was a mundane affair. A simple wardrobe sat against a wall, he used that to hold some of his loose belongings and the few pieces of clothing he owned. An average-sized bed sat with it's headboard against the opposite wall. His bed had a matching set of sheets and blankets and a couple comfy pillows. Nothing extraordinary, but it was comfortable and did its job. Next to his bed there was a simple wooden nightstand and atop that was a plain lamp. Most of this furniture was already here when the Royal Guard rented it out for the detective, and Sundown hadn't really added anything of his own to the room other than his belongings and the bedding. If his stay in Manehattan ended up taking a bit longer, he might end up adding some furniture of his own to the room. He sank into his bed's comfortable embrace. He was exhausted after all the excitement he endured today, and after turning off the lamp and laying the device on his nightstand, sleep came easily to the areion...
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  43. Twilight blushed a bit at that cheeky nature and that grin. Dang it! She really wanted some Rainbow time. Walking with her, exploring with her, all the things she had planned. They would be fun but she hoped it would lead to something more at some point... The alicorn shook her head to clear it. She had to keep focused. She'd get close to RD on this venture, one way or another. "Hmmmm," She thought for a moment. "You know, I'm not sure who we'll run across out there. Could be bat ponies, maybe even diamond dogs. Whoever we run across they'll most likely be recluses. We'll have to be very diplomatic!" She grinned a little herself. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making an impression! Well, with everyone except her intents on Rainbow it seemed. A few minutes later they were wearing tightly packed saddle bags and trotting out over the castle threshold. It was a rather nice day. Sunshine with a bit of breeze. Twilight trotted out, focusing as best she could on the task ahead. There was however, another 'task' she just couldn't shake the thought of. "Perfect day for it huh?" She asked in a cheery tone to the pegasus near here.
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  44. Toboe was never one to forget a favor. A certain pony in the cabinet had recently gotten into her good graces and even provided her some very precious info. Shiroi had written this old (relatively) wolf to assist on a matter of neighponese security. It was pretty hush-hush evidently, and it was some sort of multi-empire effort to root out threats to the world as a whole. While Toboe was still a career criminal, She was not some black-hearted villain bent of world domination or destruction. Why would she ever wish such a thing? This world is where she kept all her things! No, She was more than happy to assist such a well intentioned endeavor. There was only one issue that she had to decide how to deal with: that of her identity. If any of them had a cursory knowledge of Polohama's yakuza clans they'd surely recognize her public face. Having a group of international do-gooders on her tail wasn't something she wanted when she had finally retired as the clan's head. Soon enough the solution came to her. Why not approach them without any illusory antics? Shiroi mentioned that the group was aware of this islands history and how yokai sightings could be quite common. She could get a chance to stretch her paws again without having them shifted to hooves. If anything it would be a pleasant change of pace. She took a boat to the island and waited by the shoreline. Keeping herself occupied until the group arrived proved the biggest challenge. It wasn't the most lively Island that she found herself on. Whatever they were hoping to find here, Toboe hoped she'd not wasted her time making her way out here. Just as her longing to return to the city, she caught a glimpse of the airship approaching over the Horizon. It was too late to go back now. The ethereal wolf moved to the forest's edge by the shoreline, lying in wait and observing the group as they disembarked. She didn't bother to hide herself too much when she found some coverage. It was best they see her watching at least, hopefully mistaking her for one of the locals.
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  45. Given the absolute size and threat Bullbreaker represented on the field of battle, it was only fair that it be set aside for a friendly spar. Live exercises could come later. That did leave Feng with a problem, in that no training weapon of any comparable size was available. No one thought such a thing would be needed, after all. *Ah well, we can test her versitality as well as her endurance.* Kicking up a short wooden blade from the ground, he tossed it over to Rongyu with a flick of his leg. "Catch. And I've counted thirty, on your guard!" And with that, Feng kicked off skyward, shooting up only to fold his wings into a diving kick, aimed right at his prospective recruit!
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  46. It wasn't just clean, it was polished. Whoever tended to this statue clearly cared for it a great deal, if that wasn't evidenced by its condition. Scrutinizing it further, he may notice that there was one, minor imperfection. It would complete glide under the radar of the passive observer, but an Aerion's eyes are more keen than the average pony. On the nose of the statue was just the smallest amount of dirt or dust, seemingly left there as if to mock its otherwise perfection. Looking under the table would reveal nothing special. It really was just a statue sitting on a table. A suspiciously intact and stable table, that can support the weight of that much stone without giving out, even when seemingly neglected.
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  47. “Very well, lead on!” She says back, rushing after feng… She wished she had wings. Well, maybe she can give herself wings. Can she? Honestly she didn't know and now really was not the time to test that. Focus! Slowing down her run she trots to a stop in the training yard and looks at the targets, a nice line up of them. Some close together as well… And some clearly made to the size and shape of a caribou. Moving for the wood caribou with a big fake axe in its muzzle she leans her head to the side, teeth unlocking the sheath of her blade so it dropped off her body. Without stopping her trot the blade was pulled free as the sheath stayed behind on the ground. With her blade free she pushed in to a fast dash for her target before swinging her blade in a tall arc that came down like a thundering hammer blow on its back. Wood splinters then shatters as the blade bit deep, then passes out the other side as the wooden dummy was ripped in half by the blow. She did not slow down, pulling her blade free she swung at the next target. Three pony shaped dummies side by side. The scale mail on them did nothing to even slow the blade as the small plates shattered, wood broke. The first one was cut in half, the second one crushed from the impact and the last dummy was up rooted but not ‘killed’. That did not last long as she swung the blade around and slammed it down on the dummy's head, crushing its helmet underneath the monster of a blade. Bullbraker was nothing like the blades most think of from her homeland. Nothing about it was swift, subtle or cutting like a razorblade. Every blow hit more like an axe than sword as her targets were as much crushed as they were cut apart. Legs, heads and other parts were sent flying with every swing and crushing blow of her sword. Even for wooden dummies the carnage her weapon inflected was unnerving if one was squeamish. It may be unnerving even for a veteren as the mare smiled like a wolf on the hunt with each swing as a thin trail of fog seems to follow in her wake of dummy destruction. But soon it was over, every dummy laying broken and in pieces all over the training field as she rested the blade over her back, holding it in place with one leg as she rested.
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  48. “Yeah, and after ponies, griffons, dragons and a few other races joined forces to defeat some rather rotten folk not that long ago, all are pretty much welcome to join Equestria’s army. They only require a creature with a brave and good heart.”, she added, “And when you join the Wonderbolts, you’ll also technically be in the R.E.A. So there’s also the great benefits and such as well.” While Zelda was not a member, she worked as a contractor for the military, and managed to acquire some pretty darn good benefits. 10% off of tickets (Non-Black out days) at Whinny World. A free subscription of the R.E.A Quarterly magazine. A 410K that matches the amount you put in and then doubles it! And of course, a pension when she retires. Go R.E.A.! “I’m sure you know as a Wonderbolt, not only will you perform as an entertainer, possibly star in a rather risqué Wonderbolts Calendar for charity..They are sometimes called for rather tough missions...Like a few years ago, some were called to Ponyville to stop a rampaging dragon. Heard all about that from Fire Walker. This happens more so during the off season, so life will generally be rather interesting, but in a good way.”, she grinned. As the threesome walked the street, the black griffon could not help but be annoyed by all the trash about. Thankfully her cousin had a few things to say that made her eventually ignore all the rubbish. “Oh.”, she smiled. “The others might be intimidated by you.”, she whispered, “Many ponies have grown up never meeting a griffon, and we can be rather scary to those who have never encountered our kind, so we tended to make quick friends of those who are smarter than the smarties and tougher than the toughies.", she added with a wink. "And from what you're telling me, she is probably trying to help you reveal your true potential, and in her own fun little way, is pushing you to become better..With her teasing and flirting and the possibility of some future snuggling and smoochies. And you do need to feel special, because you are.." That was kind of cheesy, but it needed to be said! The little bar was cozy and not a run-down mess the blacksmith assumed it would be. Could this possibly be a result of the Emperor's new moves? Was he actually going to restore the former great city? Hopefully! "I'll probably go simple and have a Mule...Can't go wrong with that. just a bit of vodka...lime juice..lime wedge, some yummy ginger beer and ice and you got yourself a little bit of fun in a copper cup!", she nearly sang.
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  49. Gallus was helped up by Silverstream. He made a point of trying to blow a displaced feather on his forehead back in place but it was a failed effort, much like his attempt at impressing her. No shock there. "I'm sure he's fine. Just tired I bet. Kid sure does have a lot of energy," he said as he gave the colt a look as he walked away. "Need to put a bell on him or something...no, that'd be too loud," he said as he rubbed the back of his head, following the colt as he tried to make sure his lack of concern was more or less well justified. Gallus' eyebrows arched up. Was he okay? He didn't know kids very well. They were confusing to him, as confusing as anything else. One moment they could be flying high with all the energy of the sun and the next they would collapse like the darkened horizon. He knew however that it had to just be exhaustion. had to be. he had done nothing but fly and run and cause trouble and he wasn't about to look a gift colt in the mouth. "Okay buddy, we'll get you to bed," he said as Gallus offered Zap Apple his wing to clamber on.
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  50. As the two left, Applejack allowed herself some moments to reflect on her children. Mostly, their happiness. Ambrosia was always happy. Maybe that was because she tended to get everything she ever wanted. Zap? Zap was not so happy. He was old enough to have hopes and dreams and old enough to get let down when they didn't happen the way he wanted. She also believed he was old enough to understand that sometimes responsibility came first. He'd have to deal with it- she planned on today working out for all three of them, but she'd need him to buy in. She was sure he would. A surly Zap Apple was not the sort of Zap Apple that would last long. He was far too adorable and good natured. While her kids got ready, so did she. She quickly washed the plates and her hooves. It was pretty quick for her as it had become second nature and she quickly dried off. The kids were done almost as quickly- darn plates. Zap Apple looked surly still but she no-sold it. If you always responded to a colt's momentary temper in an attempt to dial it down, you didn't do much more than verify that a bad attitude was a way to get attention. "Sure is, Ambrosia! Time ta head out," she said with a nod, ruffling her son's mane as she passed him and trotting outside. She soon had a cart attached to her barrel. "Hop on in! All 'board tha momma express!"
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