Imagination

Dear Magi,

Have you ever really been far even as decided to use even go want to do write more like?

Best of luck. [colour=#ffffff]Also I'm not apologising for this one but you're still pretty cool.[/colour]

- Halide

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Dear Magi,

No.

Sincerely, Davvy

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Dear Magi,

What is it like to be the great clown prince of the manbabies?

Love,

Helix

Dear Magi,

Why are you so awesome?

Phil.

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LONG OVERDUE!

Ask me questions! Ask me anything!

How many left feet do you not have? What's your favorite game? Magi, wouldn't that cause a parabolic destabilization of the fission singularity?

BUT, it must be in letter form. I love getting mail.

Ask for advice! Ask for answers! Ask for food! Ask anything! It's the long overdue Imagination ask thread! But keep it appropriate, so Helix can't have her fun no mo'. >:I

Ask, and the Court of Manbabies shall answer.

"Heck yes we should! That's what we do now! We're explorers! Weeee!" She used her wings to propel herself forward in mid-run, giving her an impromptu sprint. But, then she realized her little friend would probably have trouble catching up. So she went back and grabbed her, using herself as a filly jetpack for the unicorn filly to use while she ran! "WEE!!"

Wee indeed, Pop Rocks. Wee indeed.

They were coming up on the building, that seemed vacant... And Pops showed no signs of stopping, too excited to see what old world treasures this broken dwelling may hold. "Sprite! We're gonna crash!" she cried out in a way too excited manner. Is that what ponies did? Get excited about crashing?! "We're gonna find so much stuff and it's gonna be so cool I bet we might fight some weapons on some old bits which are kinda shiny and maybe some SUNRISE SARSAPARILLA!" While she went on with her dribble, they were getting closer and closer to impact... and then she started to SING!

"[colour=#444444]♫Sunshiiine, you'll be miiine~! Sunrise Sarsaparilla![/colour][colour=#444444]♫" [/colour]

[colour=#444444]She must've heard the old pre-war tune on a radio somewhere... But boy, was it catchy, and leave you feeling swell![/colour]

Pops just kept going. She didn't really have a plan. Nope.

"I dunno. Blowing up stuff would be neat. But we should save those grenades for stuff... and stuff" excellent. Great plan.

"Well... Lets see what we can run into! I mean... We gotta find something eventually, right?" Of course! The Wasteland wasn't empty! not by any means! No Sir! An abandoned house, an old crate, even some of the rare plant life! There were plenty of things they could do for food and supplies. It was water that was going to be a big concern for Pops. She had always had the luxury of Chapel's merchants able to get purified water for everypony. She had never had to drink irradiated stuff before. Sure the food was irradiated, and 200 years old, but you got used ot the taste after awhile. A long while.

"Well... We'll find something. Don't worry, Sprite!"

In fact, there was the silhouette of some blown-out houses on the horizon. A decent walk, but probably with some promise. Looked like an old village, or maybe what's left standing of a town. Trading post? Didn't matter. It was buildings! If they hadn't been picked clean, there was hope of finding something.

Sketch nodded in understanding to the DM. Try not to use abilities against the group. Got it. But he still wanted to play the good guy right, and it was nice that his character wasn't the only one that shared the sentiment. The potions he didn't have too much use for... Or at least he didn't think so, so he was going to defer and let the others have at them. One of which seemed to be snatched up rather quickly.

Time was of the essence, was it? Sketch didn't want to find out what the consequences were should they miss that time frame! Bad things are bad, Mmkay?!

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"Right...?"

He had no idea how getting to shops worked, let alone doing stuff at them. What if he had to barter?! HRNNG, he was terrible at bartering! Even in real life!

Pinchy was getting pretty excited about the idea of being a Princess. She might just make that a lifetime goal! But didn't she have to be good at magic and stuff? Bah, she'd learn. She was just a slow starter, that's all! Even her mommy thought she could be a Princess! Well... Of course her mommy would. Berry always believed in her little Pinchy, and that always made her happy, especially when times were tough.

But now was a time for pie! Apple pie! Apple pie with Apple Pie! The pink filly was scarfing down her piece, making a mess. But she had every intention of cleaning it up. No way was a scrap of this pie going to waste. Her eyes were beaming with wonder, a look of absolute joy in combination to stuffed cheeks on her face. [colour=#ee82ee]"Erf shur GUURRR!"[/colour] She tried to bellow in great praise, but this was why Pinchy wasn't allowed to talk with her mouth full. After some time, Ruby's face was empty. [colour=#ee82ee]"I'll say! The Apples are amazing! I wonder what Apple Bloom's cutie mark is gonna be! I go to class with her! She's real smart and knows all kinds of stuff! And her bow is so pretty!"[/colour]

But tin cans are SO awesome-o-matics! Tie a string to them, and they become a short-range communication device with no power requirements!

Need something to kick? Ka-Blam. Tin Can. Something to cook food in? Tin Can? Tin Can. Need a hat? Dapper Tin Can*.

*Caution: May cut flesh if worn inappropriately

Supplies? Easy-Peasy-One-Two-Threesy! "We can check old buildings and stuff. The grownups keep saying how they find stuff just laying around whenever they go outside the city. And grenades... I dunnoo... I only ever got them when a caravan came into Chapel. Sometimes they had them sometimes they- HEY! Wait a minute!" The little filly beams, her wings abuzz with excitement. "If we found a caravan, they might know where Chapel is! And the caravans usually stay on roads, right?! So lets just find a road! YEAH!"

Great plan! Best on ever! Right? Yeah, best plan ever. Could it really be that simple? Hop on a caravan and have some free supplied and guarded transport to bring them back home safe and sound? Heck no, caravaners would probably sell their own foals before giving out anything for free. But maybe they could try to find some caps on the way. "Well c'mon, goofy goober! We can't sit here all day!"

And with that, she trots off, humming an overly-happy tune.

She shrugged, trying not to think about how lost the were.

"Hey, this'll give us a chance to go on an adventure! Like that one pony and his ghoul mareservant! We could discover old cities and fight slavers and blow stuff up, and we would be so totally cool that we would get our own RADIO SHOW! Wouldn't that be awesome?!"

It did sound neat, but who was going to be the mareservant?

"Anyway, yeah, lets get out of here... At least before the geckos come back. Come on!"

But... Where were they going? What if it was the wrong way? How would they get food?! Well, to be fair all they needed to do was kill more geckos. Good eating. But who likes raw Gecko? Nopony, that's who. Did either of them know how to start a fire? What about water? They couldn't drink irradiated stuff, could they? They'd get sick! And with no doctors to help them, they could succumb to... Ghoulification. Blech.

Private Tick didn't want anypony to get in trouble, but if he wanted to avoid that he shouldn't have let himself get caught in the first place. After much hesitation, and nursing a glare from Reveille, he finally gave up a name. [colour=#daa520]"Corporal Stopwatch, Sir. He let me through"[/colour]

Defeated, the Private just shrunk back into the cell, falling quiet again. The Master Sergeant stepped forward, not seeing all that glad the situation was resolved. [colour=#0000ff]"Will you need to hold his sorry flank any longer, or are we done here, Sir?"[/colour] He assumed Tick would be staying, as they'd probably have to follow up on his lead. Though a day or so in the cell was likely going to be a vacation compared to whatever punishment awaited him at the depot. IF he could go back to the depot. It was up to the higher powers to decide this one, but at least the Private cooperated... after some prompting.

If he needed to stay, so be it. It was clear all Reveille wanted to do was get back to the recruits that weren't making his job harder. For the moment, anyway. [colour=#0000ff]"I know this 'Stopwatch'. Didn't stick out, but I remember most of my recruits... Anypony with that name on your watch, Sergeant?"[/colour]

((Sorry for the wait guys!))

Inkie Pie, unknowingly, shared his attitude on junk! If fact it was all around him! Though she'd never go picking through a bump for junk. Too smelly. That, and most of the things in junk yards were beyond repair, but sometimes you could get lucky. Dumpster diving was also a no-go for her, having tried it once, and it took hours for her to get the smell off. Ew ew ew, yuck yuck yuck. But he seemed to appreciate her service as the clerk of her fine shop regardless of how appalled she may be by how garbage smells.

[colour=#808080]"No teethmarks are always a plus, though if I have to I can replace the handle if it's beyond repair. I'll just have to charge extra to make a profit!"[/colour] INKIE! Giving away trade secrets! Well, it's not really a secret, but... Business practice. It's a principle thing. But the griffon threw her a compliment nonetheless, something she was terrible with. She always got flustered at compliments, never really able to take them very well.

The grey-scale mare started giggling, hiding herself a bit behind her register as she punched the price in. [colour=#808080]"You're too kind, Sir, but I'm only doing my job... 13 bits sounds reasonable to me!"[/colour] Soon, the tray shot open, the mare having to dodge it and come out from her hiding place, and awaited the payment.

But then she noticed there was a new body behind the griffon, leaning to the side to look past Gerrard at... a sleeping zebra? This could be interesting. [colour=#808080]"Um... Excuse me?"[/colour] as called over, trying to get his attention and break his slumber. No sleeping in the shop, silly zebra! Not until he took a lot at her refurbished mattresses! On sale!

Pop did take the girly grenade rifle back, but noticed moreover how the filly's nervous demeanor returned once the explosions ceased. "Okay, lets get outta here!" she gleefully spouts before grabbing hold of Sprite once again. Her wings buzzing, she hoists the filly up and hovers them down to the blood-soaked and charred earth below. "That was so much fun! I can't wait to tell the others all about it!"

She started to trot off in one direction... But seemed unsure of herself. After sitting down a moment and looking around, she sat back up and started trotting the opposite way, whistling a happy tune. But, she then did the same exact thing, sitting down and scanning her surroundings, though with a bit more panicked air. "... I dunno how to get back" she admitted, starting to pout. She wasn't going to lose hope, not by a longshot... But she was really thinking of her fellow Crusaders. They all just turned tail and ran when the geckos attacked. Did they all know the way back? What if some got lost? What if some got snatched up by the geckos?! What if bandits got them and sold them to slavery?!?!

No, she took her mind away from such horrid, awful thoughts. She needed to have faith in her friends. They knew the way back, and they knew how to keep themselves safe... But how could she forget how to get back?

Man, we're starting a new game already?

Sign me up for a pic!

I hope I get something unreasonably stupid to draw x3

Awesome! One more for the depot!

Another update in OP for anypony who may still be interested! Please read!

Sketch didn't know how currency worked in this game... Not yet. What if 1000 bits was chump change in this game? Though he doubted it. In reality he'd kill for 1000 bits. Or try to. But it seemed the DM's character was offering more than that! Given his fellow player's reaction, he figured a 'shooting-down' so to speak was in order from the karmic character:

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But Sketch returned, just remembering something. He had heard of... rolls, that players would have to make if they wanted to do something, like talk a pony out of something. "Uhhh... Drifting? Do I have to roll dice or something for Solemn to do that...? Like, Charisma or something?"

He was still learning the game, but asking questions was the best way, in his opinion, to learn!

Pops watched her friend reload the grenade rifle all by herself! Horray, she learned something! Pops actually felt pretty proud of herself, since she had taught the filly how to do that.

The next shot made another boom, and another dead gecko! A few of them started to turn tail and run away from the rock. Probably the ones with the closest thing to common sense. Though there were still a couple screeching and clawing at the rock, trying to get to the two tasty fillies on top of it. "At least they can't fly!" she joked, buzzing her wings. But her friend had no need to worry, Pops wasn't going anywhere. "Ooo! Imagine that, though! Flying geckos! What would their wings look like? And these ones breathe fire! *GASP!* They'd be like DRAGONS! That would be so cool! The dragons are all dead but I saw this one picture that was so neat! Dragons were HUGE!" As far as she knew, the dragons truly were extinct. An ancient creature that lived 200 years ago, before the bomb. Now, like everything else, they're whispers of the past,

Pops watched her friend with great care, to make sure she blew up the right things. The geckos! And totally not them!

Soon came the familiar 'foomph!' and off went a grenade. Though she didn't get to watch it fly before it 'splooded on the ground, sending a geyser of dirt and pink mist skyward, and a bit on their rock. But gosh it was loud! It even caught Pops by surprise, she had never had to fire that close before. "Cool!" It was cool because they were alive and they got to blow stuff up. Peeking over the rock, her face scrunched up a bit. "Eeeeewwww~" Yup, one of the geckos was a stain on the ground, and another was a stump. The others were wounded, but still at it. These guys must be REALLY hungry to not have scattered after that.

Though one of the wounded geckos noticed the filly's head and blew a burst of flame at her. With a frightful yelp and backed up, quickly putting out a small flame that had ignited at the end of her mane. Soon after that disaster had been averted, she grinned at her friend. "You did it! You got some! Wanna do it again?!"

Thanks!

Mostly he's just going to fill the nemesis role for adventure RPs with Pathfinder, however he'll have adventures of his own, as well as appearances in Northern Equestria (Balls, events, functions, dinner dates, etc etc).

As for what makes him a self-centered jerk, it's pretty much his childhood. He grew up in a well-off family, and surrounded himself with friends in a similar economic position. The way he saw it was he didn't really have to care about others, so long as he had the means to luxury and to be pampered. Even after he was kicked out of the house, he found a means to do this, and still does it to this day by filling his exotic island home with ancient treasures!

His counterpart would be like Pathfinder, though with a more chivalrous and generous Indiana Jones 'It belongs in a museum' kind of attitude.

"What, again?! For the love of Celestia, Pathfinder, must you always muck about in my business? I found the Golden Tuna first, and it will be a cold day in Tartarus if I'm going to let some wannabe fangirl take it from me!" - Trailblazer, not long before he lost the Golden Tuna.

(Picture coming soon!)

Roleplay Type: Mane RP

Name: TrailBlazer

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pegasus

Eye colour: Green

Coat: Painted (White - brown spotted)

Mane and Tail: Both are brown, mane cut to shorter locks and is ALWAYS well groomed.

Physique: Athletic

Residence: Corralwood Corral

Occupation: Treasure Hunter, former Honor Guard scout

Cutie Mark: Flaming Arrow

Kit:

-Bandoleer (carries food, currency, other small essentials or even relics)

-Rope (Gotta have it)

-Outfit (Passive cure for nudity. Vital)

-Loot bag

-Map

-Binoculars

History:

Trailblazer was born in Baltimare to a happy Earth Pony mother and Pegasus father. He lived a fairly privileged foalhood, with his father being a rather prominent businesscolt. His mother was very stay-at-home, but she seemed to like it that way. Home schooled, he learned the essentials from both parents. Math, speaking, writing, health, and even some logic and law from his father, learning to be a fair negotiator at an early age.

He had a small circle of friends who, not to any pony's surprise, were also from fairly well-to-do families, and they often paraded themselves about with a posh, authoritative air, as if to lord their status over 'lesser' foals. Though they were not so ruthless as to bully other foals on a constant basis. Only whenever it was a matter of getting into little verbal scraps children sometimes find themselves in. Being called a poor dumby seems to hurt more than being called a regular dumby. He proceeded in this fashion through adolescence, though Trailblazer had developed quite the reputation among the younger mares of his age group. Oh yes, he was quite the lady's man... Until his parents gave him an ultimatum.

It turned out his parents actually wanted him to do things with his life, rather than sit back and spend daddy's money on girls and games. They demanded he either go to school and further his education, or find somewhere else to live.

Wanting to prolong his luxury as much as he could, he decided to attend a the University in Canterlot. The school was prestigious enough, and he was far enough away from home that his parents would be content to think he was making something of himself. Truth be told, he was quite the slacker in school. More concerned with partying and spending money than actually focusing on academics. Somehow, he managed to graduate with a degree in Business Law and Ethics. Interesting, seeing as he pretty much scoffed at the concept of 'ethics' in some cases... After schooling had concluded, a few friends he had made during school had convinced him to enlist in the REA with them. Recruit training was not gentle for him, but he learned to adapt and even appreciate the strict life of a soldier. It did make him feel like he had purpose.For the first time in his life, he had excelled in something, scoring high on courses and physical evaluation tests, as well as classroom knowledge. Upon graduation, he was slotted as a candidate for the Royal Honor Guard, which he gladly undertook. After more training, he was a scout in the Honor Guard, rank of Specialist, II Order. He was trained to work stealthily, and become an agent of surprise and misfortune. However, he learned most of all how to navigate and find his way around alien terrains.

As exciting as this sounds, he was bored to tears in the Army. There was hardly any action at all! And when there was it was rather dull. He was hungry for personal glory! As a result, he was much more mercenary than his fellow scouts, always for taking risks, or trying to make something into more than it should be. This wasn't enough to fulfill his sense of adventure. When it came time to reenlist, then Sergeant Trailblazer left to find his destiny elsewhere.

It wasn't long, however, until he found his inspiration in a curious little book series: Daring Do. Treasure hunting...! This Daring Do certainly made it seem interesting. Fueled with this fever dream, he used his military pension to purchase a small home on the [colour=#282828]Gallopocus Islands, purchased some scouting gear, and followed some leads for relics.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]It was dangerous! Thrilling! Chilling! Suspenseful! And oh-so-rewarding... This was perfect! His true calling! And he enjoyed it all oh so much. He worked alone, gathering all sorts of curiosities, all of which he kept for himself and displayed in his home. All was well, until he got a headache... In the form of a pegasus mare named Pathfinder. Time and time again, the two would cross paths, hunting for the same ancient treasure. It had been battles of wit and brawn on many occasions, the Daring Do fangirl being far more competent than he initially thought. Sometimes he won, sometimes she did. It was frustrating nonetheless. Though he's come to expect their encounters now, and even uses his talents to try and beat the mare to the punch. This rivalry has been raging ever since, Pathfinder and Trailblazer, both treasure hunters, yet worlds apart.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]He continues this work to this day. It's so much fun, how could he stop?![/colour]

[colour=#282828]Cutie mark:[/colour]

[colour=#282828]His cutie mark appeared under rather bland circumstances. Or so he thinks, anyway. One day, while out with his friends, they had found a poster for a missing dog. A rat of a dog, if you asked him, but to each his own. His friends saw the effort petty and beneath them, despite the 150 bit reward, so they left him. No matter. He just wanted that money so he could spend it on himself. He started by doing the best thing he could: he listened. Ponies tended to have rather loud mouths, especially when they didn't know others were listening. He had heard about hearing annoying yapping, dug up plants, so on and so forth that he felt would lead him to the fuzzy vermin. The complaints seemed to be coming from residents of one particular apartment complex, which he decided to investigate. He ventured straight into the premises without a second thought, determined to find this mutt and get his reward.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]His relief came at last... And was then promptly torn away, as the little dog just ran up to him and promptly starting licking him. Ugh, disgusting! He got the thing to follow him and brought him back home to an older mare who was very, very grateful to have her 'Fuzzums' back. She gladly paid the miffed, impatient colt and went back to her merry business. It wasn't until he returned home that his ecstatic parents pointed out his cutie mark of a flaming arrow! ... And then promptly questioned where he got new shoes. [/colour]

[colour=#282828]His flaming arrow symbolizes his straight and steady demeanor when it comes to finding things! He didn't quite understand it until a couple days later, but his talent was simply finding things. The fire, however, represents his burning greed, and even his spirit and demeanor.[/colour]

Character Summary

Trailblazer is a pretty rotten pony, but he'll never admit it. He's in for nopony but himself, and has no trouble doing whatever it takes to get what he wants, save breaking the law. He's a jerk, not a criminal.

He's greedy, sneaky and manipulative, though he often has a soft spot for the ladies... Unless that lady happens to be Pathfinder.

Despite all this, he doesn't go out of his way to be terrible to ponies. While he's plenty stuck-up as a rule, he can be civil with others, and even carry a conversation so long as it interests him. Heck, he often even goes out of his way to greet other ponies he's familiar with when visiting his home! But, he's quick to anger, and has a devious mind. While his gains are not ill-gotten, he never makes the fight for them very fair.

The mare certainly did have a lot of shiny stuff in the store. It certainly wouldn't do to have dirty, rusty cast-offs on display! Then nopony would ever shop there! She had seen some pawn shops... Like that 'New-to-U' in Baltimare... yick! It was like walking through a scrapyard! No no. Inkie Pie took great care in making sure every item she got was repaired and/or made quite presentable. She enjoyed restoring the luster to old things. Like the spade the griffon was holding like a holy relic! When she got it, the handle was splintering and worn, the blade was rusty and bent, and it still had some caked mud on it! But she'd never tell.

Though she had to giggle at his mannerisms, watching him enjoy the shovel a bit more than the average pony would... Then again, he wasn't a pony! [colour=#808080]"Well... Normally I would let that go for about... 20 bits. But for you? How does 10 sound?"[/colour] She couldn't really tell if he was new to pawnshops or not... Though he did seem to have the general idea of 'this place has almost everything', since he came looking for a shovel. Or maybe it was the fact that her shop is named the House of Fixin's, and could be mistaken for a hardware store... Oh well!

While she awaited his answer to see if the price she proposed was reasonable or not, she returned to the counter. She wondered if he would want to barter for it. She did like to barter. On that thought, she looked behind her and noticed a disturbing lack of a 'All prices negotiable' sign... She'll have to fix that.

Inkie had gotten bored after the first ten minutes or so of waiting for a customer, so she was so busy amusing herself with some marbles on the counter that she didn't even notice the griffon approaching the shop at first! When the door opened and that little bell rang, it startled the mare so much that she accidently scattered her marbles! She frantically did her best to scoop them all up, wearing a nervous smile. But then he spoke, and he introduced himself! She wasn't aware it was customary of the Royal University's alumnus to include their alma mater in their introduction... But who was she to judge? She sure didn't have a degree.

[colour=#808080]"Um... Yes! Yes, I do! I have all kinds of tools, shovels included!" [/colour]And shovel accessories! [colour=#808080]"I'm Inkie Pie, by the way, but you can call me Inkie! Follow me, I'll show you my hardware section!" [/colour]The giddy mare emerged from behind the counter and trotted off to an area of the big display room with all kinds of tools! And shovels! There were hammers and wrenches of all sorts! Saws, vices, screwdrivers, and... Was that a nail made of gold in that display case? Just one nail?[colour=#808080] "Here we are! Now, we got all kinds of shovels! What are you looking for?" [/colour]She started to produce all kinds of shovels, seemingly out of nowhere, as she quickly listed off all the kinds she had in stock! [colour=#808080]"Coal shovel? Snow shovel? Sleigh shovel? Grain shovel? Barn shovel? Jeweled shovel? Spoon shovel? Roofing shovel? Glass shovel? Square shovel? Fireplace shovel? Toy shovel? Entrenching tool? Drain spade? Rubber shovel? Silly shovel? Gardening trowel? Giant shovel? Tiny shovel? Double sided shovel?... Ooo! Or maybe a nice spade?" [/colour]Yes, that was all one breath.

She held a rather nice looking spade in her hooves out toward the griffon with a grin. It looked almost brand new! The blade was shined, the handle polished... It even had a nice bow on it!

Pops was gonna cry! By this time with joy! Sprite wanted to learn how to use Boom Boom to make things go boom boom?! Well, why not? They did have the perfect targets! She shot back up to her hooves, making sure not to lose her balance and slip off the rock. She probably didn't want to learn to fire grenades while listening to geckos munch of a pegasus. "Sure! We can practice on the geckos right here! And don't worry, they're far enough away where the grenades won't hurt us, so long as you don't shoot the rock!" So she'd have to be careful.

She took out the very girly grenade rifle and carefully handed it over to Sprite. It was empty. First she was going to show her how to load it! "Okay! So, Boom Boom fires 40 mm grenades, but it can also fire 25mm grenades!" She takes one out of her ammo pouch to show her the 40mm. "Now, it's pretty easy to load! You see this locking latch below the barrel? You just push that and it'll fold forward!" She pushed it for her to show how the barrel opened up, kinda like a shotgun! She then slipped the grenade into the barrel and pushed it back closed with her hoof. There was a sharp click, and the rifle was ready to go! "See? Easy! Once you close the barrel back up, the hammer is cocked and the locking latch goes back into place so it won't open up again. Then you just aim and fire!" She flicked up a long, rectangular looking thing with a lot of lines on it. "But, aiming is the tricky part. For targets that are far away you need to judge their distance and line them up with a certail line here in order to arc it far enough. Luckily, the geckos are pretty close, so all you gotta do is aim... here" She pointed to the line on the reticle just above the top of the barrel. "Then you shoot! BOOM! Give it a try!"

Questions on how they were gonna live was better than demands to leave a friend behind! Pops even seemed to relax, laying on her back on the rock and yawning.

"Well... Geckos stink at climbing stuff, and they get thirsty real fast, so they'll probably leave eventually and forget about us... If you don't wanna wait that long, I still got some grenades for Boom Boom..."

True, she could blow them away. But then what would they have to fend off anything else? Pops probably knew how to improvise... But did she know how to get back to Chapel? Back to the Crusaders? Should they move at all? What if they sent a rescuing party and they weren't there? The adults would be worried sick! "I dunno... We'll get outta this, Sprite. We'll be okay. I promise! And we'll get back to Chapel, and maybe we'll find some eggs on the way! So we can have some omelettes!" Gotta have your priorities in order.

The little pegasus, for the first time, seemed insulted. Just fly off and abandon her friend?! She wiped the tears from her eyes, hugging her friend tight. "NO! I won't leave you!" She hugged the filly tighter, a new determination in her voice. "Where would I be if Mr. Priest had just abandoned me, after my parents walked the path?" She didn't like thinking back to that day. It made her ask questions... She never really got to know her parents as well as she would've wanted to, but she still remembered she had never cried harder than when she realized they were gone. Forever. But Priest and the Crusaders were there to pick her up and remind her that everything was okay, and that other ponies were there for her.

That was what she had thought about when she first met Sprite. She was all alone, scared, in a dark place. Pops wanted to take care of her like the Crusaders did for her, so she could live better and happier.

"You're my friend, Sprite. I found you, I promised to take care of you..." She decided to end on a lighter note. "And I promised you omelettes"

After another nuzzle, she was all smiles again. All they really had to do was wait for the geckos to get bored and go away.