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  1. Aisede
    Ah, festivities. While Rose was never one to celebrate many occasions, she did so love the effect it had on the ponies and other creatures around her. Ponyville was alive with cheer and good will, creating an atmosphere that compounded the generally sunny disposition of the town that was already there. With all the charity and gift giving transpiring, Rose found herself absorbed into the customs and traditions, deciding that it was time for her to give something back to the denizens of Ponyville as well. To this end, she decided setup shop near the fountain, where she'd have easy access to water, and to curious passerbys. It's not like she relocated her whole lab, she just brought out some basic equipment- none of which broke health codes- and a few sturdy tables. A large sign printed on a banner above it proclaimed that today she was in the business of making "Proposterous Potions", and welcomed anybody with a thought or idea to come up and pitch it to her. She'll try her best to make what you describe, and without a fee. Oddly enough, she even dressed up for the occasion, bearing a purple cloak that hid her verdant figure. Snacks were laid out under the sign: cups of cognac, a bowl of satsuma, and another one with walnuts. Now, all she had to do was wait and see if her plan comes to fruition. She is curious what it is these Ponyvillians want, after all.
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    "Aw, why thank you for that ~ I'll have to take you up on that offer sometime." She said, smiling brightly as she led her around back to a remarkably ordinary-looking garden. It was larger, larger than any normal garden has any right to be, taking up over half of the space of her back yard. She chose this plot for a reason, though; far away from other houses or establishments, she could afford to use up more land in her botanical pursuits. Everything was arranged in rows, with tags planted in the soil explaining what was what; golden poppies, peonies, sunflowers, carnations and the likes, their colorful columns adding a sort of concious design to the conglomerate of flora. "My name is Rose Compass- incase the sign didn't give it away. I'm an alchemist from Andalusia, a land overseas." She looked her up and down again, a curious gleam in her eye. "That's what I was asking. We don't have striped ponies down there, so I was wondering what you were. I hope you don't find my inquiry offensive."
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    "Actually," A voice made itself known with a raised hoof for emphasis. A strikingly green unicorn stepped forth, addressing the new Mayor. "I may have a solution for the Everfree problem." The alchemist was girded with her ever-present satchels, vials and formulas visible in their pouches. She hadn't really made much of a name for herself yet, but maybe this would help advertise her expertise. If it worked, that is. "Might I propose we build a fence bordering the Everfree In problematic areas? Locations where creatures regularly emerge. I'd need to know what comes out of the forest, and with what frequency, but if we added a repellent to the structure, it should dissuade most monsters from leaving their shady home." It was just an idea. The fence doesn't even really need to be able to withstand a monster attack, it just has to repel them.
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    She took the list and considered the items on it, pausing at 'rose' with a suppressed giggle. "While some of my plants can fill in for two of these, I do have just about... " She read it over again, double checking and cross referencing the information with her own inventory. "Yes, I have nearly all of these except for chrysanthemum, peony, and gardenia. I have to have something to base my expirements on, after all ~" She chuckled at that, handing the list back and gesturing for the zebra to follow again. "I must apologize for the confusion. I get a little excited where alchemy is concerned. The plants you described are growing in my garden outback, alongside some of the fantastic flora I encounter in the Everfree." "Um... And pardon if this may sound insensitive and out of the blue, but... What are you, exactly? I must say I've never seen an equine with quite the exotic appearance you have."
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    Kettle continued her fruitless search for awhile, tooling too and thro, hither and yon, to no avail. Eventually, she turned her sights within the train, spotting a few red ponies, but none of them seemed to be the right guess either. Pouting, she whined. "What is it, what is iiiitttt? Tell me tell me tell me!" This time, the thing she was bouncing on wasn't as plush as a train seat. Thankfully, fillies weren't known for being heavy and destructive forces of nature ~ An announcement could be heard over the intercoms, briefly drowning out Kettle's voice: "We will be arriving at Ponyville in about one hour." Kettle gasped at this, bouncing with even more energy with a joyful squee that threatened to shatter the windows. "We're almost there we're almost there! Oh, I can't wait to try some real candy! And apples! I love apples- you love apples too, don't you? And oranges, or maybe not oranges. Oranges are kind of bitter. Unless you get the small ones- oh, the small ones are the best! Have you ever had one of the small oranges? They're really sweet and taste kind of like-" Kettle goes on to ramble about fruits a d sweets for awhile yet, driving some of the passengers to cover their ears. One lucky soul happened to pack a pillow.
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    The unicorn made a face, realization dawning on her what the zebra was asking. While she had labelled everything in the shop, she failed to do the same for all the plants she placed outside. Although, to be fair, she did that mostly to let them get some fresh air. "Oh, you want to know what they do. Hold on-" she turned back to what she had been doing before, snapping a lid on the box she had been trifling with before walking around the counter. "-please follow me. I can explain what each one is for, and what I did to them specifically." She'd wait patiently for the zebra to gather her wits, briefly describing some of the potions she had made in the meantime. "The potions I've made in here were all made using natural and artificial regeants. The ones to the left-" she pointed to them "-were all made for a specific purpose, such as changing your coat color or giving you butterfly wings. The ones to the right-" she then gestured to the right shelf "-are for more conventional purposes. Most of them are medicinal, acting as cures and tonics for mild ailments like the cold, to things like the feather flu. I've learned about something called 'cutie pox' here, too, and am in the process of creating an effective treatment for it. You can find that over there-" and finally, she pointed towards the counter she had been occupying just prior. "-where I display expiremental potions. They've all been tested and proven safe to imbibe, so you don't have to worry about growing an extra appendage or anything." "If you had anything specific in mind, I can help you find something that should work. Or several somethings."
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    Kettle gasped, planting her face against the window to get the best look possible as a certain tasty fruit crossed her mind. "Apples! Is it apples?" It had to be apples, what else would be red all the way out there? None of the flowers were red, that she knew for sure. Oooh, she just couldn't contain herself. She wanted to see Candy again, and maybe meetup with the other foals in town. And eat lots of yummy food that they can't find in Bittsburgh. So much to do, so much to eat!
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    This seemed to brighten her up, ears perking at the explanation. "Oh. Yes, some of them can be challenging to handle, but I assure you, none of them are harmful when used correctly. As for my flora..." She paused to think, scrunching her brow a bit. "While some are from the Everfree, most of them are imported. Some of them I've modified myself to suit my purposes, so that's why you wouldn't find them anywhere else." "Liiike the silver poppies. They used to be golden poppies, but through some careful modification I was able to reverse its properties. Don't ask why it's silver, though. Oh, and before I forget-" she reached down behind the counter to withdraw the green bottle the creature before her had mentioned earlier, placing it on top of the counter. It was the color of a frog, a few bubbles rising and popping on the surface. The fluid itself was foggy. "You asked about this one, right? It's a minor regenerative potion, but it only works on foals. I'm still working on the formula."
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    Oh, she just erupted into laughter, falling back in her seat and covering her nose. "You got it, you got it!" When she was done squealing, she beamed at the elder mare, thrusting a hoof towards her with all due enthusiasm. "Now it's your turn! Whatcha gonna pick?" She bounced eagerly on the seat, once again attracting the attention of the other passengers- and even an attendant, who seemed mildly concerned about her treatment of the seat.
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    "O-ho, me?" She carelessly waves a hoof, smiling genially. "My tale isn't really important. I'm just an alchemist from overseas..." She paused at this, looking up at the ceiling with a ponderous tap of her chin. "As for where I'm from, that would be the good old salty sovereignty of Andalusia. ¿Hablas mi idioma?" She leaned forward eagerly at that last part, a faint spark of hope in her emery green eyes.
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    "Nope!" She chirped, giggling into her hoof. An amused look came Caramel's way, as of the little filly could hardly believe she didn't get it right the first time. "Try again, try again! I'm sure you'll get it right this time around!" In truth, it was herself, but she wasn't about to give it away after just the first try. She had to make her sister work for it! The scenery scrolling passed the window was mostly wide open planes, untouched by pony hooves except for the strip of steel they rose upon. Flowers blossomed in abundance in a large patch near them, snow white and buttercup, the fluffy tail of little critters occasionally spotted dissapearing into the floral field.
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    As she passed through the threshold of the store, she'd find herself in an entirely new environment; gone were plants in their purest form, instead replaced by flasks and bottles, vials and jars, all of them bubbling, churning, and glowing with unrealized potential. These, too, had labels, as well as short descriptions of what they did; Dazzle: causes your mane to sparkle; Swapsies: swaps your mane and coat colors; Andalusia Lingua: causes you to read everything in Andalusian. There were a few stranger ones, such as one marked '???' that simply said "this one made me see subtitles," and another one that apparently 'turns you into the thing you fear most'. Neither of those- or any of them- sounded remotely convenient or even useful, but there they were. Potions that defied all logic and reason. Also populating the odorous room were more conventional consumables. Things that treated Insomnia, drops that stopped nosebleeds, a remedy for cutie pox and so on. Those were parallel to the shelves full of useless junk. At the front was a counter with a glass showcase, a green mare with a very curly mane rummaging around in some boxes behind it. The display case possessed... Potions of a different caliber, a sign on top warning that these were expiremental. Things like 'limited regeneration 3.5m 27s', 'Enhanced physique 27m 32s', and an ominously labelled 'Passed your limits Xm Xs'. The last one was encased in an opaque black bottle, the red fluid inside almost seeming alive. "Huh? Oh! Welcome!" The pony turned around, beaming with joy at seeing a new customer. "Everything you see on display is for sale, although I must inform you the stuff on the left shelf consists of extras from commissions. This town... " She shook her head, gazing over at the shelves. "They have some deviant tastes.
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    The enigmatic zebra notice, near the outer edges of town, a new shop had sprung up from the ground like a flowering rose, gasping for breath and showing off its iridescent colors to the waking, sundrenched world. The large sign out front had curiously been fashioned in a cursive style, boldly proclaiming this outwardly humble establishment as Compass Rose's Cure-All's & Curios. Outside the shop, a couple stands had been setup, the isolated aroma of herbs and brewery a beacon that shone bright next to the burning star of commerce that was the market proper. Various flowers were on display here, receiving their daily dose of vitamin C as the proprietor prepared her stock for another slow day. Most of the flora were labelled, but because of the unique nature of the alchemist's trade, not all of them were as mundane as their counterparts: Hissop venom was lined up below silver poppies, the gleaming petals known for treating narcolepsy and fatigue. The sinister-looking demonica that causes horrid indigestion, and rather plain-lookibg white flowers with a caution label below them simply called "Asphodels". The sign read in some language that defied logic, and anybody who started at them for too long could swear there was something... Otherworldly about them. Most of the rest of the plants there followed a similar theme: sunglowers that can cause temperary blindness, June Apples that act as 'conceptives', and another row of amber extracts from something called a 'Calentula'. Indeed, it was a backwards world they lived in at times, but that's what made it so interesting, wasn't it?
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    "I spy with my little eye..." The train rocked on its sturdy tracks, an animated vista playing over the cabby's windows like a motion picture, much to Kettle's evident delight if her blindingly radiant smile was anything to go by. You could pop a kernel with that thing. The ride, while having a rather rough start as someone misplaced their ticket with the Corn cobs- somehow- was rather easy going after the complication was resolved. "Something..." Now, Kettle and her big(er) sister were en route to meetup with another of their relatives in Ponyville. Kettle couldn't stop talking about the trip for days after they decided to book a train, and now that the time had finally come, she could hardly contain her excitement. She was gonna pop at any moment! "Yellow!" The filly's exclamation startled a few of the other passengers, dirty looks and amused smiles both directed their way. Kettle, for her part, was completely oblivious to the disruption she caused, beaming up at Caramel from the seat across from her.
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    Rose noticed her materials may have become something of a clutter and moved her bags out of the way. They were the biggest obstacle, and moving it would allow the princess a closer look at her equipment. "Rose Compass at your service ~" She offered a hoof in greeting now that they were within appropriate range of each other, magically removing a small vial from a pocket in her bags containing more of that red fluid: extract from a sweet bream. "And two competing effects is easy compared to what I usually have to work with... And often the kinds of materials I have to work with as well." Preventing salamander blood from congealing, while not particularly challenging, can be rather tedious. It just adds another element to the formula that has the chance to react poorly to extra elements- which has the potential to cause problems. The simpler the better in her books.
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    The inquisitive pony cocked her ear at the sound of magic being used, noting the particular frequency of transportation before turning around to face her newest admirer. She smiled, somewhat oblivious to the status of the mare that approached her, and offered a mirthful chuckle in response to her question, gesturing around her with a skeptical brow raised. "I would certainly hope so, lest I be surrounded by tools of a trade foreign to my mind and hooves." Getting a better look at her, she noticed this must have been what the locals call an alicorn. Certainly an exotic specimen, embodying the attributes of all three core tribes and still retaining a novel individuality. She remembered reading somewhere that these creatures were immortal, but such things are difficult to differentiate from mere fiction. Best to make her own assessments. "I've created this concoction using a potent catalyst, but I fear that potency extends to the negative side effects of the flower's hallucinagens. Sweet breams are known for inciting good dreams and promoting a positive mindset, so they should be able to counteract the downsides..." She hummed, tapping her chin with a far-off expression. "May need to use their extract instead, but too much of a good thing can quickly wind up causing more problems than it solves."
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    Ah, the Imperial Gardens... Or Royal Gardens, rather. Lazy lillies and oopsie daisies glisten in the crystal coating of fresh morning dew, although Luna's darkened tapestry had yet to be drawn back for Celestia's painted blue sky. Rose was not a nocturnal pony. She wasn't a diurnal pony either. Rose simply followed her heart, whether it took her through the gates of time or Tartarus, such trivial things mattered little in the face of science and discovery. One such discovery happened to be underway in those very rosey beds, the seafoam savant hunched over her displayed alchemical materials as she plucked the petal off a large silver flower. The tips of her hooves were coated in dirt, eventhough she sat just outside the boundaries of the mulch, and small smudges of oddly odiferous substances streaked her cheek and limbs, as if she had spilled something while mouth handling it- or, perhaps, multitasking beyond her limit. Regardless, three small beakers had been setup on a placemats of sorts, her saddlebag close by with guts exposed to the cool, crisp air. "The petals of a Forget Me Not... I'm surprised to find these here, considering their potent mental effects," she murmured to herself as she dropped the leaf from her aura info the top beaker, which was filled with what looked to be water, steam rising up from the bottom beaker sitting atop a heating rune. The steam sparkled with small grey motes as it entered the third beaker, which was filled halfway in a ruby fluid. "Great for anesthetic purposes, but the loss of memory can sometimes prove problematic... It could be used to treat trauma, but... It needs something." The silver flecks bogged down the air above the crimson lake. In time, it diffused into the red substance, giving it the appearance of sparkling wine. Rose smiled. "Yes, I thought this may be a good idea. Sweet breams will be able to fight off the worst of the side effects and prevent hallucinations from forming nightmares. Genius!" She thrust a hoof into the air, nearly knocking down her equipment in the process. "Now I just need somecreature to test this on... I have enough petals here, so I can still distill more if need be..." She began looking around the garden for her next unwitting vict- volunteer.
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    Name: Kettle CornGender: Female Age: fillySpecies: unicorn.Eye colour: bright yellow.Character colour: butter yellow.Mane/Tail/Other: Her mane is gold and puffy, a frontal tuft swirling around her little horn. Her tail, likewise, looks like a popped kernel. Both bear silver streaks in them.Physique: Small and frail, Kettle lacks the raw muscle of earth ponies her age, and instead possesses a rather average, if slightly underweight appearance.Residence: The Corn Family Residence/ PonyvilleOccupation: "Corncobber"/ "Pop Conissuer"Cutie Mark: a red and white basket with popcorn spilling over the top.Unique Traits: Kettle corn was born with a rare genetic trait that caused recessive genes to express themselves, giving young Kettle Corn the horn of a distant ancestor. While weak and frail compared to her earth pony siblings, she makes up for this in enthusiastic telekinesis, assisting her family by reaching things from a range that they would have trouble with.History: [Pending]Character Personality: Wide eye'd and bushy tailed, Kettle is eager to help ponies out in any way she can. She loves candy and sweets, and has always had an eye out for Candy Corn, although she has yet to approach the mare about her hidden desires. Character Summary: Kettle Corn is an exuberant and hard working filly that, despite her somewhat sickly appearance, does her absolute best to use her gift of magic in productive and constructive ways. Also, she really likes candy. And Candy Corn.
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    "Alright, ponies, morale is low and we need plans!" The black kirin's tail swished behind her with interminable animation. "Now, I know most-" she glanced at a clipboard in her hoof "- all of you are new here, (damn commission can't send me experienced subjects, it seems), but fret not, for I, the magnificent Mandala, shall be your guiding star through the darkness of the unknown. so, who's with me!?" She thrusts her hoof up into the air, striking a pose that was at once inspiring and strangely alluring- in an entirely inappropriate way, to the less pure minds. It must have been the way her lab coat parted down the sides of her flanks, just enough to- ------------ So I came up with an idea at work about a week ago, and I'd really like to see where it can go. I dream of a large, expansive world with dozens of players vying for control over the various territories of a broken world, but one does not build a city overnight. I must start small, find people who are actually taken by my vision, and slowly piece together what I can overtime. To this end, I have come here, to the AU section, seeking prospective players. All I ask is to play along and help me develop this world as a team. If we can make something of it- something great- then that would be wonderful ~
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    "Oh, I was never worried," she responded in a nebulous tone. As for their shared discovery, it turned out that when she caused an injruy to the limb, only so and so many cells would rush to the scene. She had thought it was the whole body acting as one, but here they could plainly see that only a small fraction of them replaced the old, dead cells. //I'm having an incredibly difficult time coming up with any solid answer. I'm not a biologist.//
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    Rose smiled and nodded at Aloe's inquiry, taking Compass' hoof in greeting. "You could say that. In truth, my specialty is more broad. I create remedies for various afflictions, and generally try to improve the health and quality of life of my patrons." She focused her attention on the aerion, then, looking her up and down with a distinctly analytic disposition. Most, if not all, of the... aerions... she had encountered in her past life bore coats that ranged from grey to brown, but this one was of a notably bright coloration. A subspecies, perhaps? Or a regional variant. She'd need to study this one more to realize the disparity between them. "Pardon my inquiry, but I must know: you aren't part of the East Umbral Trading Company, are you?" In Andalusia, all bat ponies came from their company. It's her only frame of reference so far, even if it doesn't make much sense.
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