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Him, a guard? She huffed in lieu of looking at him, a budding seed of aggravation growing in her as she watched the animal flawlessly rejuvenate. "No, sadly. Although I've never once regretted the decision, nor have I ever deviated from this path." A captive audience wasn't something she had too often. Some alien part of her felt compelled to share her experiences with this stallion, to connect with him on some level. Was it intuition? Some obscure instinct nestled inside the genes of her kind? "I grew up in a wealthy estate with my grandfather. He had collected tomes on alchemy in his time, and I often spent my free hours pouring over them, and various other subjects. When he died... That's when I decided that death was unfair. No living thing should have to leave this world before they've gotten to live life to the fullest, and that's why I decided to pursue this path." She focused further, and noticed something she hadn't paid attention too before Star told her what to look for. "It's been long... And treacherous." Zoom in a liiitle more. "... And I think I found something. Come, see for yourself."

Compass patiently awaited their arrival and, when they reached her space, she moved aside to give them room. Although, to be fair, the action was rather redundant considering the size of the vaporous room. "Aye, the name is Rose Compass," she helpfully introduced herself, her voice coming off with quite the thick accent before she caught herself, clearing her throat. When she spoke up next, it was in a much more Equestrian tone. "Pardons, I am still adjusting to area. I just moved here from far away, set up a potion shop at the edge of town called Rose Compass' Cure-All's And Curios. Mayhaps you've seen it in passing."

"So," she started, she lifted the lid to slip in the incision tool. Magic really is an unfair advantage against most non-magic creatures, especially the smaller ones incapable of fighting back. These are the kinds of things she thought about as she focused on one of its legs and made a very, very small cut. "You became a teacher because you wanted to equip the next generation with the tools needed to keep moving forward. Did you do anything before that?" She didn't look back at him, watching as three distinct sets of cells rushed to repair the damage done to the salamander's skin. One set rebuilt the original structure, one set coated that in something she suspected was protective, and the third was the basic sort of surface healing all living things had. "I don't mean to offend, but it's hard to believe a pony your age has done this forever."

//most people in the Fandom call them thestrals or bat ponies. Peeps who read Ausaeoh may call them sarosians. Never heard of Aerions.// Compass studied the brightly colored mare for a long while, her horn briefly lighting up in aqua hues as she covertly scanned her over for any illusionry or mutations. Nope, this is 100% a bat-pony, and in the daylight. This ought to be interesting. "Might I suggest the steam treatment first?" She called out to the mare from afar, ensuring her voice would be heard. "It does wonders for easing stress, and I could go for a good conversation, if you would be so kind to ablige."

"I see." She said, focusing on the deranged salamander. She surmised that must be why it sprouted entirely new limbs instead of repairing the ones she damaged, which means something she did disrupted its natural healing processes. What, then, she needed to learn, was what she broke. "I will need to swap this specimen out for further testing to proceed. I believe the reason for its mutation may be because I somehow disrupted this control." What came next was a pretty simple exchange of one axelotl for another, grabbing the salamander in her aura and holding it just above the table's surface as she slid a metal plate under it. She had a couple more in similar containment around the room, and simply grabbed the next healthy specimen, bringing it over. "No time like the present to test some hypotheses. You don't mind, do you?" She asked as she levitated a precision cutting tool in her aura. Some more magic was at play here, a simple magnifying spell beginning to form. Why waste time with a crude microscope when she can replicate the effects with her own eyes?

Rose pondered this with a hum, looking him over as he examined her specimens. He was taking all of this fairly easily for what she had assumed to be a regular academic type, but his advice was still solid. "How do I aquire control, though?" She already knew how it regenerated, and under what conditions. But giving that same thing a new environment with new cells to boss around doesn't seem to work out well.

Well, I look forward to seeing what a Blueberry pony is like. Although, with a name like that we're liable to think they're related to Derpy XD

Hello ~ The Fandom sure has slowed down since S9 (or maybe when Hasbro took over), but it's still very much alive. Welcome aboard, fellow greenie!

"Cardamon. The next time I am out and about, I will be sure to aquire some if able. In return, I'd like for you to show me just how this stuff is made." Magic force's of nature. Bah! They think a forest with some toothy beasts is a force to be reckoned with? There are a million things on the sea that trump it both in size and magnitude. She'd like to see how this Aloe takes a true leviathan. Compass' ears perked at the sound of the bell, tensing up yet again but with the alertness of the damned. She has to remind herself this isn't a dangerous place, and breathed in the steamy air to calm her nerves. "You'd best attend to your next patron. I will be fine here, I believe." Soaking up humidity and moisture until she feels cooked alive. If that was the intention, then they were executing it well. ... Compass peered over towards the entrance, squinting to make out the new mare's features. A thestral, here? At these hours? This town is strange indeed.

Rose pouted, looking down at her hooves. "Yes, yes they do." Sighing, she looked back at the hoof on her back but didn't make any move to remove it. "It's just difficult finding the right dosage. It's so easy to accidentally kill them with the stuff- but in any case," her confidence swiftly returns, ears perking up above a small smile. "This is something I've been having trouble with." Gesturing towards the featured specimens, she elaborated; "Axelotl's are hardy creatures. Perhaps too hardy. Studying their methods of regeneration have revealed that it's an immune response, of all things. Most animals just use it to fight off the common cold, these guys in particular-" She grabbed a spoon-like tool in her aura and tapped its case, provoking it into slashing at the glass. "-are able to use it to grow back their blades and appendages. but attempting to extract their essence and apply the same thing to... uh... " she coughs into a hoof, "other creatures, either results in the subject spontaneously gaining deadly and sharp accessories, or developing deadly cysts." "Noots are a similar deal. The subject starts dooting as vocalizations or grows a malnourished copy of themselves. Not even practical for donor organs." "As you've just seen, leap frogs have the uncanny ability to abuse the leap year, but their regenerative properties are confined to their immature stages. Luckily, tadpoles don't have legs, but when 'applied', only immature subjects seem to gain any benefits. While they do gain enhanced healing, it only affecting juveniles makes it inconvenient for public consumption if I tried selling it... although foals do get quite a few scrapes and bruises." She seemed to ponder this last part, a hoof to her chin as she considered just such a thing.

Rose chuckled, some of that nervousness creeping back in with a flick of her tail as she led him further into her den. Passed the front counter and into an L shaped corridor, they'd walk past a few closed (and locked) doors until they reach the end. It bisected into two seperate rooms on either side, the wall between them decorated with a painting of a ship lost in a storm. She traced her horn down one of the arcs of tempestuous energy, and at its terminus there's a nearly inaubidle click, her horn briefly sparking with aqua colored magic. Suddenly, the picture comes to life, the waves scrolling over the ship's groaning frame as if sampling its dinner, ready and eager to devour the wayward vessel. "While minor, I've managed to connect two points in space using paintings as the focus." She looked back and smiled, "It's like unicorn teleportation, but the destination is already set for you. You just have to step in for it to work." And she demonstrates as such, raising a hoof and dipping it into the animated image. It phases through, rippling like the surface of a disturbed pond. The rest of her body follows suit, her tail slurped up by the drink with a warbling sound. If he was brave enough to tread those waters, he'd immidiately come out the other end. The scents that the foyer covered were unimpeded here, rancid and acidic, but not neccesarily harmful. The lab- for it could not be called anything else- was drawn straight from a witch's dream; two isles of tables, some metal and others wood, were lined up before a roaring hearth, a classic cauldron nestled on its throne of twigs and coal. The tables were lined with projects in various stages of completion; beakers filled with red and opaque fluids, some viscous and others runny, funneled into taps that filled smaller vials. Measuring tools and arcane mediums were strewn about, and creatures large and small were contained inside see-through jars and tanks. An axelotl with double the head-blades and extras of each limb scrambled feverishly within it's enclosure, its vocalizations contained within. A noot dooted its natural horn at what appeared to be its sickly clone, and a frog leapt into its glass wall and all but vanished before their very eyes. "Joder!" To say Rose was alarmed by the development was an understatement. She rushed to the glass case and studied the hollow interior, raising the lid with sweat beads trickling down her brow. "LEAP FROGS! They're always abusing their power. I thought it was properly sedated... " Her ears flicked down, and her features wilted. "This is leap year, yes?" Other, more mundane creatures were present on shelves and neglected desks, but most of them floated within preservative fluids, evidently expired.

Rose listened carefully as Aloe defined each treatment and the mechanics behind them, ears perked in rapt attention as she silently followed along. "Hehe... I could have used that ash in my early life, and the other one to boot! Scrapes and bruises were pretty par for the course in my previous occupation- but thankfully, now the most dangerous things I have to deal with are the monsters living in the local forest. Speaking of..." Her tone shifted, and a certain... Gleam entered her eyes, sharp as a knife's edge. "Why hasn't it been cleared out yet? I can undetstand wildlife preservation and faunistics, but some of the creatures lurking beyond that foliage can pose a serious danger to the laypony." Such as the land-leviathan, as she prefers to call it. A bunch of heads and the tendency to regenerate... wait. Rose slowed to a near stop as she realized what the real prize is. Those creatures have the most extraordinary affinity for regeneration she's ever witnessed, she needs to collect a sample from IT if anything! "Heh, Aloe, was it?" She said as she focused on the steamy room, instantly feeling a sheen of sweat begin to collect on her coat as she entered the humid chamber and graciously accepted the towel. "How much do you know about the local fauna, and is there anything in that forest that you particularly need?"

Epponinne Mountains. She'll have to go there sometime, and perhaps become aquainted with this 'Ember' character. However, Aloe's... Description of its functionality left much to be questioned by the experienced alchemist, a frown slowly forming on her muzzle. "Clay is a rock, but I'm not too sure if I want ash in my coat." Not that she couldn't get it out rather easily. "How would I get it out? And I don't recall the element aurum to possess any detoxifying agents... " Is she just not as experienced as she thought, or is this mare mincing words? Shaking her head, she decided she might as well try. It seems she got lucky and was being offered the full experience first-hoof. She'd be a fool to decline a chance to study these things up close. "I digress. I would love to experience all your spa has to offer. Please, lead the way ~"

Her ears perked up instantly at the mention of 'volcanic ash', seeming to shed coats of anxiety and replace it with an enthused interest. "Volcanic ash mudbath? How do you collect the ash, and what beneficial properties does this substance have when combined with mud?" It was a curious thing, and Rose loved curious things. Ponyville also didn't appear to be built on a faultline, so how did they have a hot spring? Was it artificially created? If so, how? So many questions, so few answers! The mare radiates an aura of inquisitiveness, a small booklet flying out her packs, accompanied by its faithful companion, the mighty pen. "I would also like to inquire as to how you operate a hot spring away from any natural fault lines... If you don't mind my inquiry, of course." She paused, looking at Aloe expectantly.

Rose's head shot up as the previously unseen mare spoke up, eyes wide and posture just a bit too stiff as she repeated "treatment?" She then shook her head, remembering what these ponies were. Right, treatment as in treating her nerves. Of which she had plenty of. She deflated after a long sigh, her mane frazzled after so much time outside in the woods. "Oh, yes, I am. Uhm... " She looked around, finally taking note of the depictions detailing their various services. All of them seemed to involve the mare's getting hoovesy, and that ironically just made her tense up more than last time- but with another sigh, she gave the pink mare a wavering smile. "What all is included in the basic treatment? I'm kind of new here... And new to spa's." She quickly placed the vials back in her bags before closing it up.

Rose tittered, but lead the way regardless. Time to see if today is the day she gets evicted... --- A relatively long walk later, most of it filled with smalltalk- "So where are you from?", "Why'd you become a teacher?", And "What are your thoughts on cheese?"- And the two 'ponies' arrive at a charitably homey establishment/abode. A large phosphorescent sign in fancy script proclaims the place as "Rose Compass' Cure-All's and Curios!" She opened the door for him when they arrived, the design simple but efficient- "After you ~" -and followed behind if he accepted the courtesy. Inside, a strange but invariably "clean" aroma would permeate the air, covering up something floating just under the surface. It wasn't toxic... Per se... But she didn't want anyone thinking there was much beyond the foyer. Speaking of, just about every solid surface in the appropriately storefront-sized room was covered in bottles, vials, and jars of varying sizes. Some gave off a gentle glow, some gave off a glow slightly more concerning, and one single bottle tucked away in the corner of a top shelf was somehow plaid. "I don't suppose you ever wanted a potion that swaps your mane and coat colors?"

Oh, she knew exactly how black her soul could become. It was that selfsame mare that had become so consumed by her quest that produced her from dust and delirium. She gained a far-off look for a moment as she recalled the exact moment she awakened; it was in a dimly lit room, the walls swallowed by darkness as the stench of spent magic and chemicals burned the air, setting her senses on fire as if she had been submerged in acid. Her emergence into the world was anguish, but her banishment from it was redemption. She will not become that shadow of a mare. "Yes," she said slowly, returning to reality. "Although I must warn you, my work isn't always a pretty sight." Rustling around in her bags, Dox would be able to glimpse a varied assortment of filled vials and pouches before she withdrew a small but compact booklet. Its title read Libro de Transformaciones. She held the booklet out to him expectantly. "In the meantime, I've transcribed a number of fruitful recipes in this. It's... Uh... In my native tongue, though, so you may not be able to read it."

Regeneration. It was regeneration, it had to be! The key, the cornerstone- the door! Rose Compass narrowly avoids needing a new nose, so lost in thought was the anxious mare. Backing up a step and jingling the everpresent bags on her hips that mark her as a medicine mare, she properly opens the door to the... Spa. Right, a spa. She'd heard of those back in Andalusia; a place to relaxation, using a range of aromatherapies and other such strange but effective tricks. If she was being honest with herself, she was less curious of what they did, and more curious how they did it. She supposed she'd find out soon enough as she entered the establishment. "Hello?" She called our in her foreign cadence, surveying the area with a passing glance. Like every other sugarcoated building in this strange town, this place exuded an aura of cartoonish joy, albeit of a muted degree compares to, say, Sugarcube Corner. She'd set her packs down by her side as she waited to be attended, idly taking count of her tools and jars. Regeneration... she'd pick out three jars in particular, all of them labeled with a sticker, but one of them empty. Axelotl dust: a dark iron-colored powder made from the blade of an axelotl stirred in its encasing. She nearly lost a limb trying to get this stuff. Noot horn: a small tuba shaped horn. She shivered thinking about what it was attached to. Leap frog extract: empty. She had yet to find any leap frogs, and she was beginning to question if she even needed to now that she had found the former two regeants. But her research must be complete before trials can begin, so she needs to find one... And soon.

His cordial attitude did wonders for her nerves, the green mare visibly relaxing as he shook her hoof. "Oh, well, I heard you were a teacher." She shimmied her hips, causing her packs to rattle with the sound of miscellaneous alchemical tools. "I'm an alchemist, but my research has reached a plateau as of late. I was hoping, perhaps, you may allow me to reach further." Her tone shifted, and her expression suddenly became much more serious. "... To cure this plague called mortality."

He wouldn't have to look very long for a student; as he loitered in the library, pouring over his bibliography, a particularly curious- and meek- unicorn mare would poke her head around the corner of a bookshelf. She had just spent the last fifteen minutes wandering aimlessly through the isles of shelves- occasionally getting distracted by a title or cover that caught her eye- and was about ready to ask the librarian where she could find this pony when she happened upon him. In hindsight, perhaps she should have lead with inquiring the librarian. It would have saved them both a fair bit of time. "Oh! Hello there." She properly stepped into view following this greeting, awkwardly rubbing her foreleg as she surveyed his reading area, her mind already picking out details here and there and steering her train of thought clear off the tracks before she caught herself with a start. "Uh, I... Was looking for a Mr. Star? Here. I mean, I suspect that might be you, but incase it's not I thought he may be here, somewhere-" She cut herself off, eyes wide and more than a little nervous. "Heh-Anyway, I'm Rose Compass. Nice to meet you!" She thrusts a hoof forward in greeting, her smile just a tad too wide.

Rose had to admit, as she cantered at a steady pace towards her scholastic destination, that she had more than a few butterflies flocking around in her tummy. The weight of stuffed saddlebags softly thumping against her flanks were little comfort compared to the veritable well of anxiety threatening to spill over inside of her. She'd heard this Mister Star was a very talented and enthusiastic teacher, but considering she had never even participated in primary school- and was entirely self-taught- she had, regrettably, very little experience interacting with such ponies. A true irony considering the occupation her original now possessed. Regardless, she knew that If she wanted to advance her research into mortality any further than basic observation and resources would allow, she would need to consult this pony and absorb his teachings. She had much to learn, but also much to exchange for such knowledge. The weight of her Índice de flora y fauna Equestrian was particularly comforting in this regard, the relatively light index including notes from her homeland as well. She had yet to seperate them due to time constraints, but she'd get to that in time.

Alright, how's about now? Also, there's something for a unique trait. Lol.

What if I added an addendum instead?

Well... While I can edit it, the original Rose's story is very long and complicated. She has her own story, just not one that's easy or quick to summarize. And yes, Rose's cutie mark belongs to her favored disguise, although... You know, maybe I should just add more to the description. Where would I add that stuff, though?

Name: Rose CompassGender: FemaleAge: MareSpecies: changeling (cloned queen)Eye colour: dark greenCoat: Aqua greenMane/Tail: Seafoam greenPhysique: SlenderResidence: PonyvilleOccupation: ApothecaryCutie Mark: A detailed rose compass with the image of a rose embossed in the center. Unique Traits: Advanced knowledge on a number of esoteric magic and alchemical practices. Love Life: After a chance encounter with a particular spa pony, Rose has started a new family, in a new place. Three broodlings, and two pony foals: Albedo, Rubedo, and Nigredo... The foals are still on the way. It's often that Rose spends as much time as she can with her love. Professional Life: Obviously, a 'pony' who wants to change the world will need connections, and she's made quite a few since her arrival. S.T.A.R.: After encountering Ice Wind at a party, the unicorn approaches Rose in her shop asking for her help infusing rings with love. After this, Rose manages to convince her to circulate her completed regeneration potion as part of an effort to help ponies who have lost limbs. Hou: Having first met the pony indirectly through a simulacrum, Hou came off as rather hostile... But over time, she has been a font of wisdom helping guide Rose down the right path. Rose often contacts her (And Dox) with new developments in her own research, including a particular autonomous spell. Mayor Rich: