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[Night Prophecy] Status: (•Invite, •Ongoing, •Finished, •Closed) Timeline: (•Main, •T2, •AU1) ¤ ✘ ☆ ¤ ☆ ✘ ☆ ¤ ☆ ✘ ¤ --- Current - On-Going - Events --- (Main Timeline) ¤ - Fish Aren't Always Friends - Invite _______________________ --- Complete - Timeline- Events --- ☆ - N/A _______________________ --- Abandoned - Retconned - Inactive --- ✘ - N/A

Tall, dark and somber indeed. The qilin stood on long, elegant legs. The front legs were covered in ebony fur like much of his body was, but his hind legs were a light, lavender color that stood out against the dark, purple stripes that scarred his knees and dorsal column. A thick mass of purple made up his mane whilst the the end of his tail and a patch along his lower back were of similar coloration. Magenta pupils stood out against his black sclera and as he entered the dimly lit bar from the dark streets a aft glow seemed to pass over his eyes. A lip curled up, causing that black, fang-filled whisker to twitch at the greeting from the hostess as he entered. Those hooves clicked ever so lightly on the ground, as if he wasn't even touching down. When he sat it was done so in a manner that kept the least contact possible from.surface areas. Even as he sat with his forelimbs tucked towards his chest like a griffon, the qilin was able to hold himself up quite proudly. The black forelimbs seemed to melt against that purple fluff and swallow up. Jiān-yá'scuse rabbit-like ears perked up, swiveling forward as they spoke to him. Of course Corva found this place already. “Why am I not surprised?” When his muzzle parted to speak his dark, purple tongue curled against the roof of his mouth making it seems if his own voice tastes as smooth as it sounded. Rich and carved by the deep tones that edged it: it was also quite soft despite its harshness. One could say his tone was consistently bittersweet. Like cocoa. He looked to Corva and arched his brow slightly, as if scowling. “Though I thought you were making deliveries today…?” Those eyes pinched up under the motion of his cheeks, his thick brows a result of his horns growing low on his skull. It gave him a perpetual scowl despite his mood, which was nearly perpetually unamused and bored in either case. “Nevertheless… you've managed to find your way to a bar.and a Neighponese bar at that.” His face turned to Toboe. He would not dissolve his expectation for Toboe to react, even if she would likely dismiss his more pertinent tone. It was his territory and he had every right to be up in hooves on the matter, but it was also not as intense as his intention could have been. He was sitting after all, eyes turned toward the selection of drinks. “Xinjiang Black.” He would request before looking over the establishment. “My you've set this up quite quickly. What was this place before you obtained the space again? Or was it an empty lot?” A few individuals about so keeping his conversation private would be simple enough. He was not, obviously, known as the leader of a dangerous crime syndicate, but instead he was better known, and often viewed as, a son of a Navy General. He had taken over his father's family business, as it's known on the surface. But below that surface he controlled quite a bit more than what was polite conversation.

It was a beautiful city, Long Kong. Known for its culture, landscape, independence, and its economy. From traditional antique shops to days old, white collared businesses looking to make that quick bit in a city with open niches for new and unique business outside of the conformity of Equestria which seemed to have a cafè on every corner and a flower shop on every other: it was a melting pot. The old and new mix together to create a unique tradition that can only be found in the city of Long Kong. Even as say turned to night the grand Long Gounese metropolis did not sleep. Neon signs often lit the way from Downtown to New Town. Along the arcade one could find shops, restaurants, hotels, karaoke rooms and above these shops apartments and businesses to satisfy even the move curious pony. Setting up new places in Long Kong weren't always easy. Many foolhardy entrepreneurs would not take into account the loyalties many had created in their times visiting the city before moving in permanently. In Long Kong to prosper you needed connections and sometimes those connections came with strings attached. Being a puppet of the Divine Protectorate was one of the darker risks. Protection money, extortion: it often kept businesses just barely afloat with minimum profits. One has to be able to make the bits or know ponies in high places. In this case the landlord as unaware a bar was even opening up in his neighborhood. Well there was a vague recollection of signing something of a similar name being off for construction, but he was sure that was something old martial arts movie he saw a week prior. He had gotten behind on a number of things. If it wasn't the twins slacking off it was the griffon. While, overall the landlord had many -- realtors, handling business there was few he allowed to work close to home, others sent off appropriately and when needed. But today nopony was around! They would have to deal with it on their own. Making their way Downtown the landlord would reach the building. Looking up at the sign the purple-lipped entrepreneur gave a most troubled look. Reaching out their hoof the ebony and purple menace of Long Kong, who was known as Black Fang by his associates, Jian-yá by friends and simply -- boss, by anypony else. "What a compelling name." The deep voiced qilin would speak as he entered the establishment. "You'll certainly draw a parti--" As magenta eyes drifted to the counter his long, rabbit-like ears folded back. "My point has been made." He would determine after spotting the griffon. No better way to assert your rightness when the wrong crowd was already being attracted! Stepping in the door would clsoe behind him. Practically gliding as h e walked the well-groomed businesspony moved to the counter. After inspecting it for cleanliness he would sit.

[Big McIntosh] Status: (•Invite, •Ongoing, •Finished, •Closed) Timeline: (•Main, •T2, •AU1) ¤ ✘ ☆ ¤ ☆ ✘ ☆ ¤ ☆ ✘ ¤ --- Current - On-Going - Events --- (Main Timeline) ¤ N/A _______________________ --- Complete - Timeline- Events --- ☆ - An Apple Layover - Inactive _______________________ --- Abandoned - Retconned - Inactive --- ✘ - N/A

Leave it to Discord to already be preparing for the big kiss! Well in Zap's case it was the littlest kiss. Why he picked the foal over the parents or present elders? Well it was simple: they weren't as cute! Besides it was more fun to bring the little foal into the festivities. Leaving him cooped up all day wasn't any fun either! While Applejack went in to fetch the diapered little stinker he manifested a hoofmirror, and held it float in his magic while he held out his claw. In it a powderpuff appeared and the smug noodle dabbed his nose, powdering up! He was always one to milk a situation for all it was worth and what better way to throw an event for a loop by asking to give a big smooch to the little pooch? Around his neck poofed a most dapper bowtie and he would make sure to spray a bit of mint in his muzzle. To be sure he was all prepared the spirit made one final comb over through his mane. When the wee tot was presented Discord blinked and appeared to the right of mother and foal. "Well, well if it isn't little Zappy!" He reached out to attempt and ruffle that little head tuft, hardly a mane yet! "Give Uncle Discord a little kiss and you'll get a wish." He pointed to his cheek, batting those long lashes! Leave it to the spirit to be utterly bizarre during such an event! But it was true, one wish! His mother already had her bits!

Gala Apples were premier for jams. Lightly sweet: they kept well for preservation. Discord did enjoy jams, scones and other treats that went well for tea time. Gala were simple, easy to come by. After all Applejack wouldn't have stocked Starkings or Akane. No it would be troublesome and he had gotten on line in a whim, only to witness such lovely events. Who would have thought she was such a cheeky business pony. But to hear it was Apple Bloom who applied such a price to double, maybe even quintuple sales...! "My, she has a nose for chaos and business. I am quite proud." He pressed his paw to his chest, being his usual, cheeky self. "It's a shame you don't have any melon apples." Pardon? Was he just mixing up his fruit to test Applejack? Discord would probably stand offended to such accusations. He was quite a hygienic chimera! Sure he sometimes used absurd manners to get things done but a glorious coat of feathers did not come without a price. Preening both feathers, fur… and scales ensured he spent long hours focusing on himself. It helped he was atrociously vain and loved a good old soak in bubbles. Nothing was less charming than Discord in the middle of a bath, which he always seemed to conveniently be in when he was needed... Go figure that. He rolled his eyes before reaching into his feathers. Tucking away his comic he would pull out a small change purse. It was weird, but fitting a mad god. Popping open the paw-held clutch purse he pricked his ears, swiveling them forward as he had a thought. Passing the five bits to Applejack, still feeling it was highway robbery at such a price, the prince cocked his head. "Instead I think I will take my kiss from the munchkin. Stars knows he is the least ornery here. No offense Apple Bloom. Besides you've not even brought him over to visit! I have so many fun games!" He went on like an old nag looking to spoil a grandfoal. After all Zap was the first and only birth Discord had ever… been present for.

Discord as been inching along with the like. The particular comic he had been reading was quite riveting, but he has long been distracted from it thanks to the surrounding events. These ponies were acting as if they were twitterpated and it put him in an amused, wiggly mood. This much excitement over apples? He had to say while Applejack's sense of humor needed work there was no questioning her entrepreneurial abilities. He had peered over his comic and watched with bated emotions. It was like watching a novella! Such unnecessarily dramatic intrigue! It was delightful. As he seemed to come up next he would watch Mint skip off. AJ seemed rather stiff a moment. Perhaps all that smooching was getting to her. He lowered to the ground, hind legs touching soil before he scuffled the last few inches toward the stand. The comic went up in smoke as his forelimbs crossed over his dark feathery chest. As he stares his rump floated off the ground, white tail tuft scratching at his beard. He could hear a certain little Apple coping, his ears perking before he vanished, his attention span as dedicated a a Jack-of-all-Trades. Hovering over dash and the pocketed little newborn the spirit gave Zap's muzzle a boop with his soft paw. He pressed his paw to his chest, claw tucking behind his back. "Why as brilliant as Tia's sun. It's lovely seeing such organized chaos on what is otherwise a normal day." He regarded the hullabaloo that created a line miles long if only for kisses and a bushel of apples! "I see you've implemented a new business strategy." He teased before appearing right in front of Applejack, not a breathe of distance between them, but his invasion of personal space was common enough. "I am rather fond of your apples though… I could make some delightful scones with them." They'd be lovely with tea. "Some Gala apples would do~" he cooed. He was surprised Dash was kept at bay for so long! Settling back down to the ground he sat upon his haunches and considered his choices. Did he really want a kiss? Of course he did! It seemed no fun to get on a line for a ride and not ride it. Though he seemed the sort to do that: he would have physical proof of Applejack's affection! It would be immortalized in a kiss! He got all prepped up! Parting his jaws he gave a little spray of freshener in his mouth and manifested a comb to brush back his mane, which only did to sproing back into place with that solid stiffness. Tightening the bowtie that suddenly appeared around his neck he shuffled forward and offered the mare his cheek with a Cheshire grin.

As hip as it was bringing back grown ponies in pajamas, it was a bit inconceivable that such a group would time their arrival in a coordinating fashion to match Fire's attempt to trespass against a great adversary. It was bad timing that reflected an even worse possibility had these nin-pony been in kahoots with the hedge mage. Her confusion was warranted. After all in what state of sanity would one allow themselves to be cornered into believing such unrealistic representations of an aforementioned group? Ninjas weren't just some cosplay group that defeated aliens who attempted to conquer Equus in the flashiest way possible. It seemed like a bad plot from a Neighponese tokusatsu in all fairness. Xiêyè's opponent was without challenge for the excellent swordplay he displayed. The ninjas was hardly a challenge. Nothing like the details of old legends spoke of. These beings were masters of disguise and ingenious tacticians. By the very way they tossed about the beings facing them were no true ninja. What was most curious was it's defeat though! When Xiêyè slew his opponent by breaking it's seal, or would erupt into the very splitters that had originally made up the totems Squall was so proud of prior to their animation. Strange. Was the wood still animated even after it was turned into splinters? That was the ultimate mystery! Two were down and out, leaving only three, thanks to Squall's swift, inelegant attempt to guard the mare from sudden defeat by pillow. At least he had a portion of his dignity to remain! But a portion. With the three remain and Fire's temper growing short with foolishness, it seemed, the old stallion frowned, his back to them. He had pushed to stand, the raccoon scurrying back onto his head, tugging his ear and pointing behind them. The dark, armor griffon got quite a sound to escape the mare, which made the old pony laugh, except a yelp would escape him soon after as the pink nin-pony git his back end with a pillow, feathers erupting everywhere! He was scared stiff that he almost lost his transformation. Well he lost some of it as, for a moment his brows became rather busy grey and a majestic wizard beard appeared. They quickly vanished as the old wizardcorn whipped around, only to be pelt in the chin by the ninja that had pounced Squall and Fire. He was losing control of his own game! Dizzy eyes and a crumpled heap of parts on the ground the disguised draconequus wasn't keen on losing. The ninja shadows hihoofed and dashed off when Xiêyè entered the room. It was but a moment later the former two stumbled back in, being pushed out by the ninja Fire's shadow created. Squall and Strifecord's shadow dropped to their knees, Squall's colored ninja using a pair of hyoshigi to increase the dramatization of her entry. Strifecord's pink nin-pony shadow stood on the other side of the entrance with a basket of cherry blossoms in its forelimbs, tossing out the petals. Fire's shadow held two pillows bound end to end by their own pillow cases creating a deadly pair of pillowchucks. It was obvious it was Fire's as it was her favorite color. Their weakness was also now known by Xiêyè and the raccoon. A simple match against the remaining three. Strifecord looked to a script he had in hoof, a pair of bifocals on the old pony's muzzle. "This is becoming an overly complicated drama. It says here the ninja is challenging the Pegasus for not honoring the pact." He passes Squall the script, completely out of the blue. Speaking of color, these three where what who remained. While it was a challenge of the century, the odd old pony only seemed to grow odder and odder. As he sat on his haunches his forelimbs tucked against his chest in a very unpony fashion. He almost seemed to sit up like a griffon or… another creature. His grin had a snaggled tooth and his eyes a most wizened gaze. That short, scruffy mane looked a certain brand of style yet behind all of that -- this pony was just hard to notice. And that was all part of the magical illusion. The ninja formed from Fire's shadow shared her stature and elegant style, but the goofy pillowchucks certainly shattered the serious illusion of a grand warrior. The visits today very odd and, above all, entertaining! But as all things such a break from the mundane would soon end. Asking as the little ponies had fun, right?

The spirit had been lounging on a pink cloud high above Ponyville. He was low enough to be within earshot, but far enough so he didn't take the heads of passerby's. Furled out the springy, bouncy chimeric puzzle of creatures held a comic in paw, leisurely reading. From the pink, puffy cloud the occasional marshmallow would pop from its pink fluff, whenever his tail would beat against it. It had left quite the trail, a lovely mess for another to come upon. Beyond that he was on his leisure day so had no reason to actually do anything besides letting the wind drag him along. It was not until an unquestionable clamor of noisy ponies filled his folded ears, the crimps of flesh twitching against the offending commotion. And it had been such a quiet day too. A spirit of Chaos he may be but he did enjoy the rare downtime. Books didn't read or eat themselves. Having been lying on his back he would have to move to look at what was below. Rolling his dual colored eyes he would lean to pop his head through the cloud to see quite the rabble below. Ho, ho, what was this? His curiosity was piqued. Popping off his cloud he would appear down below. What madness was this? What was everypony on a line for? Were they waiting for? The spirit was no sheep... but perhaps there was something interesting at the very end. Looking to the left than to the right he would lower to a levitating float nearer the ground so he was a bit more level with what was going on. He leaned back and opened his paw, summoning his comic back to his grip. "Well.. this is riveting." He drifted along, almost automatically, and waited to see what in the hay was going on up ahead. He did notice some ponies passing by with something -- apples? An impish smirk painted itself on his features.

A hedge mage? Now he hadn't seen one of those in years! He supposed, Starswirl aside, there had been that fellow from Scorpan's kingdom. Discord never really liked him, his methods far too fantastic even for a chaos spirit. The thought was amusing, how easily a unicorn's magical prowess could go and corrupted them. An earth pony too could go mad with power, as would a Pegasus. It was a dangerous sort of egotism that got him in trouble in the first place. Though he liked to think of it as more of a fluke. He had been caught with his guard down because the sisters dares attacked without calling out their attacks! Quote rude when it came to warfare. It was a sport after all, guarded with rules broken often... Well that is a terrible example anyway. The uh -- grey old pony stood as the mare finished up her speech, the shadows set free, inconveniencing the lot, oh well particularly Swift Squall. To keep up with pretenses the old unicorn stepped back, tucking his hoof against his chest. He watched as the pajama wearing shadows took steps to challenge the unicorn to hooficuffs. After a brawl and rather colorful, foal-unsafe language, it seems Squall was spat out like a chewed up, wet newspaper. The shadows scattered thereafter, the Longma giving chase quickly. "I suppose somepony spoke too soon." He chuckled, though his distraction led to a pillow clipping him off the side of his head. The old pony furrowed his brows and snorted, the raccoon riding his head laughing and pointing, only for him to be clipped off the unicorn by a wayward pillow. It seemed the pink pajama wearing shadows and half sized one took to challenge the elder. It seemed the shadows would attempt to earn fake points by expertly dropping down to beat the literal stuffing from the weapons in use. The red one being chased by Xiêyè would attempt to ambush him with a long body pillow, for most featherysplosion. The "ninjas" in question were easy to defeat for upon their chests they had a stamp that had the shape of a head with a qilin horn and ram horn. Hitting this spot would defeat them instantaneously! Oh the spirit couldn't help but sign his work! Manifesting a foam javelin he would poise to guard himself against the pillow wielding pair. "Avast!" No, wrong call sigh, but too late: the old pony was charging! The old, grey unicorn charged his shadow, but the pink ninja was quick and leapt away, causing Strife to screeech to a halt, the raccoon being sent off into the pint sized nin-pony. His furry little head would bonk into the shadow's chest, causing it great dishonor! It clutched itself in the struck spot and dramatically staggered backwards before erupting into a poof of feathers. That was one down! But that did not mean the mare was safe in her space, checking on the stallion... for above in the rafters her opponent, pillow in hoof, was about to pounce…