Dunder

The wood groaned under the hooves, despite the actual bridge itself feeling sturdy. The sound of water flowing beneath the bridge along with moonlight glistening off the mostly still water gave Cemmoyāhua a sense of peace to think carefully. How much exactly was she going to tell Pathfinder? As much as she hated withholding information, it was a very sensitive subject. It was bad enough already for Cemmoyāhua to know. But Pathfinder's part in this whole ordeal was integral, and denying her of information may not be the best idea. Anyway, she made a good and humorous point as to why "The closes it comes at your language is, 'The first bone.'" She said, her voice dropping low "The bone of a pony pulled from the underworld. To stop its power the first time cost many lives. How it came to our world, we do not know. All you will need to do is be like Daring-Do. Beat up the bad guys, help get the thing. You know, stuff like that." Her hushed tone continuing until she exclaimed, "Yes! It is surprising that you know." She said, impressed by Pathfinder's knowledge despite her admitted head-injury. She however did not comment on Pathfinder's accent. "A ritual to send off traders, wishing them luck on their journey. The brigands around here are usually no trouble for the caravan guards, but still it is a dangerous job." She said, her normal, happier tone returning. "I think we will skip the festival for now. They will continue through the night, I am sure when our mission is complete we will be able to join in the fun!" She said as they crossed the bridge, taking a step onto the compacted dirt road of the city edges. "We will be heading to the warehouse where it should be. I would like to add that we should try to get it and get out. Oh!" She paused in her tracks, and looked up at the flying mare. "And if we find it, let me handle it! This is very important." There were hardly any ponies in the streets. Those who were were making their way to the festivities, and of those only few stopped to take a glance at the oddly dressed Pathfinder. After making their way through the city, Cemmoyāhua paused and signaled for her companion to halt as well. Then the unicorn dove into a nearby canal, bobbing back up to peek over at the stone building. "This is it. A warehouse where taxes are kept. Unassuming, yet close to the festivites. Perfect place to get contraband to the caravans." She said, pointing a hoof at a pony-drawn wagon, "It seems like some of the taxes are going towards keeping the party going. Taxes being food and fuel and the like." She clarified. "There's a passage on the other side where wagons enter and exit. There are some other entrances for ponies. Pegasi and earth-bound alike. No doubt they are guarded. What say you, Pathfinder? How would you get into such a place?"

Immediately upon Pathfinder getting close enough, the maroon mare pulled the pegasus into a tight hug that was quickly released. "Hey... is for eating." She said and winked at the other, "I learned that joke in Manehattan. The carrot venders there are very kind." She said, covering a giggle. Though, her smile quickly faded as they both moved onto the matter at hoof. "I sent you the letter because of Daring-Do books." She responded, a hint of hurry accompanying her once cheerful tone. In a flash, Cemmoyāhua had to decide how much information she was going to give out at this point. "I'm sure you know, nopony is better at retrieving artifacts than Daring Do. And A.K. Yearling told me that Daring-Do is just a character in a book, the neigh-sayer!" The unicorn spun around, her black tail whooshing air over the pegasus's nose. "So I sent a letter to the most Daring-Do pony in Equestria, you!" She said over her shoulder and started to trot off. "We should probably get out of here, the jungles are dangerous at night, you know!" The mare glanced around at the trees, the flame atop her horn dragging behind and puffing at the quick movements. She trotted off towards the edge of the jungle, "I don't wish to bore you with details. I will tell you though." Her tone went solemn, almost sad, "Something very important and very powerful has been stolen from our city. In the wrong hooves, it could easily change the fate of our city or even Equestria... or anywhere it is used." As she emerged from the jungle, the city of Tenochtitlan stood stoic resting atop the lake. The buildings, temples and monuments casting a silhouette across the illuminated sky dotted with stars. "A few hundred years ago this place was a wasteland. I will do anything to stop that from happening again." Up the temple, a series of flames could be seen erupting. Jetlike, alternating in a pattern up and down and around the temple. "Oh! I forgot to mention, there is a yearly ritual tonight. Perfect cover for a foreigner to be here." She said, happiness beginning to return, "And I think you're gonna love it! At least, you would. I was not planning on going there." She scratched her chin, inflecting for a moment, "It's up to you, we have this bridge to get across to the center of the lake and city, anyway."

Crossing into a jungle was definitely a jarring experience for most ponies. Sucking in air became difficult with the humidity, the sense of personal space ebbed away with every low hanging tree branch and every insect that buzzed one's head. What would seem like an obstacle to most ponies, Cemmoyāhua saw as sheer beauty. Decades upon decades of organisms, each living their lives stretching their wings and burrowing their roots made the jungle into what it was. And how she loved it. A.K. Yearling did justice to the beauty of the tenochtitlan basin in her book that Cemmoyāhua was flipping through. The passages of Daring-Do, defying all odds to beat up the baddies and get away just in the nick of time with the treasure. The unicorn had read the book cover to cover several times and was eager to find the pages where Daring Do beat the odds for they filled Cemmoyāhua with hope. When the time came to meet Pathfinder, she took watch at the top of the temple. Her head was on a swivel as she made her rounds around the construction, scanning the ponies who were either visiting or taking the bridge to the center of the lake and the city itself. As usual, it was busy. Not only were common ponies as well as priests trotting up and down the temple steps, but so were hordes flowing in and out of the city, some carrying carts but most wearing dull colors or white. Which helped Cemmoyāhua because she knew her quarry would be wearing her green shirt and tan hat. At least, if every picture the unicorn ever saw of the Pathfinder was correct. Also as usual, as the sun set and the 7th full moon of the year arose, the ponies had thinned to just groups of preists carrying torches to prepare for their night time rituals. Perfect time for Cemmoyāhua to meet her guest. She descended from the temple and with haste made it to the biggest tree she could see. For a moment she appreciated the specimen, then she put her hoof and horn to the trunk and closed her eyes to concentrate. Shallow roots, all intertwined created a sensitive mat for a pony as skilled as Cemmoyāhua to pick up on. In a few moments she picked up, not too far in the jungle, of the 1-2-3-4 hoofbeats of a singular pony. A smile came over the mare, as eagerness built up in her chest. Quickly she made her way into the jungle to meet finally with the pony she waited so long for. Bobbing and weaving over and under low hanging branches and vines, she made her way until she could see the other mare in the pale moonlight. Her horn sprouted a flame, just strong enough to illuminate the mare. "Hey! Pathfinder!" She greeted, a toothy smile on her face. "Please call me, Cemmoyāhua Tletl." She said, touching her hoof to her chest. Her accent was strange sounding, but also very light. "The pony who sent you the letter."

The sun had long since fallen behind the mountains and the ponies of Tenochtitlan were flowing through the streets. Torchlight was in no short supply as groups of ponies trotted about the city to visit friends and family after a long day of work. Cemmoyāhua had just returned home from Equestria, but her plans to visit and feast with her friends had to be postponed, for her return home was quickly in peril. Cemmoyāhua laid out a sheet of amatl, paper made of bark, onto the stone surface of her desk. A fire flickered atop her horn, illuminating her face and desk against the black night. Normally she would use the flat headed instrument to paint out vibrant glyphs, but this time she employed the use of two recently acquired treasures from Equestria: a ball point pen and a book on the Equestrian language. After all, the pony she was addressing was not only an Equestrian, but an important Equestrian in her own right. "To who this may concern," A greeting that Cemmoyāhua memorized headed the letter. "I am writing at you because I need your help. An artifact of great important has been stolen from our city of Tenochtitlan. Fortunately, we have discovered you and your renowned talents. If you are interested visit the eastern temple on the bank on the 7th full moon of your year. Please use discr-" CRACK Her window sill was flushed with light when she craned her neck towards it. The crack was much too close to be from a pony using a street or canal and the entrance to her family's home was on the other side of the building. Despite her pyromancy, all that was visible beyond the window were the stars strewn across the sunless sky. She bolted to the window, sticking her head outside and scanning the landscape, the flame atop her horn now doubled in size. Still, she saw nopony, just the brick pathways and plants of her home's garden. Her already almond shaped eyes narrowed, scanning once again slowly across the corn, beans, and colorful flowers for any sign of pony. The mare withdrew back into her chambers, glancing out the window once more before plopping her rump on the floor and turning back to the letter. "-ecion. for your safety and mine." With haste she exchanged the pen for something more familiar. A flat stone on a stick which she dipped in black ink to inscribe upon the paper a glyph of a two headed feathered serpent breathing fire. While the ink set, she threw a white cloak around her shoulders and pulled it over her head. Her last trinket from Equestria was an envelope covered in stamps. Upon it she scribbled the address of the Daring-Do Fan-Club headquarters. Along with the address she wrote "To: Pathfinder." She had wasted enough time. Now donning her cloak she trotted along the stone out to the street to get the letter on its journey to Equestria.

Superhero/Supervillain Name: The Corroded "Breath deep, fools!" Powers: Chemical - He is able to absorb otherwise toxic chemicals and use them in attacks. Mostly he is able to generate and breath out poisonous gas and able to generate and spew substances corrosive enough to destroy all but tough armor. Because of this, he is also immune to what would normally be a dangerous chemical to other ponies. including controlled substances. Unusually tough- He is much stronger and able to take more of a beating than most ponies alive. He also does not need sustenance as a normal pony would. Protective suit- A black suit not designed to protect himself from his environment, but to protect his environment from him. It protects against puncture, abrasion, heat, and magic manipulation. However, it is pretty cumbersome and does cause mobility problems. Alias: The conditions of his superpower make him unable to maintain an alias. Backstory: There was once a foal born on death's doorstep. So sick, unable to breath on his own or kick his tiny legs. All he could do was fill his mother's heart with fear and desperation. It is true that vultures circle above the dying. In her vulnerability, she was approached by a doctor who promised to her that her foal's health could be achieved through new, experimental technology. Where he was taken was more of a laboratory than a hospital. The mother, longing for her foal's health eagerly gave her foal away to be treated, to be given a second chance. The second chance the foal received was not of his mother's wish. She was told two weeks later that her foal was too sick for treatment, and died. In reality, the foal was alive, but barely. The experiment had worked, where he was given a serum that made his body less reliant on organic nutrients, but increased its reliance on more unconventional inorganic ones. He was fed otherwise mildly toxic substances. Like that he survived, but still by a thread. He reached colthood living day by day, new experiments that destroyed his natural body were disguised as games or yummy new food to guarantee his cooperation. He lived happily, readily accepting what he thought was love by those who he thought had his best interests in mind. He was taken care of, energetic, and overall very happy with a positive outlook on life. This continued until he was a young stallion. With each passing day his body continued to decay. Even though his condition worsened, he maintained his happiness until he eventually died. He was no use dead, so they chucked his body where they chucked the rest of the waste they wanted to take care of carefully. There, his corpse was washed over with reinvigorating toxicity that acted as a more effective medicine than the original serum he was treated with. He was discovered days later while the waste was being processed. He was taken back to the laboratory where it was discovered that he did not die of exposure to toxic chemicals. He died because his body was malnourished. The volume of such toxic chemicals he was exposed to in the trash resuscitated him. With this new revelation, the scientists of the laboratory constructed him a suit. The suit is resistant to abrasion, puncturing, fire, and magic manipulation. On his back is a backpack that cycles out toxic gasses through a pipe attached to his helmet that provides sustenance for his body. He also has a speaker on his suit that processes his voice into a computerized one for others to hear. The front of his helmet can also display text at his choosing. The suit connected to a dome helmet that allowed him to look out, but didn't allow any pony to look in. The last time anypony saw his face was when he put on his suit for the first time. After his powers were realized, his captors saw the potential they wanted. They attempted to train him to use his powers for evil. Until one day where he refused and managed to break out. Shortly after breaking out, he was apprehended. When questioned on where he came from, he gave the location of where he used to call home only for it to be found completely empty except for a few piles of burned documents. Notable Allies: None. Notable Personal Villains: Those who made him this way. General Notability: The rumors of the volatility of his powers along with the deponyization of his suit make him frightening to be around, thus he is not viewed in a very positive light. He is generally known as being dangerous, even though his powers are under control until needed. However, his captivity kept his sense of justice more black and white than most heroes. He is still also Still, he tries to look for the best in life and wants to use his powers for what he believes is good.