Pony_Sage

That is called the Irresistible Force Paradox. It is currently used as an expression to describe two equal but opposite elements clashing with one another. Such as, "Well, the Chicago defense and the Green Bay offense is like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object..." However if we are to go on with this as a thought experiment ... Let me get my calculator. Hrmmm, let's take and divide that by zero OH SHI- Ĩ̢̨̱̖͖̙̲̭͍͎̠̺̼̥̩͚̩ͨ̀ͨͥ̀ͫ̓̀̾̀ ̨̢̗̝̟̮̜̩̮̤̘̞̻̜̯͊̔͊̄ͥͪͭ̅͆̀͠ͅt̢̛͈̝̹̰̓͆̃̂͊̍́͠h͖̥̻̼ͭ͗̂ͪ͑ͭ̈́͐ͬͮ̀͢͜i̶̶̠̙̱̤̪͙͖̰̬̟͎ͦ̍ͣ́ͦͦͦͮ͒̅̄ͦ̑͆̎̐ͬ͊̚͢͠ͅn̈͆́͊̐̾̈͌ͭ̎̈̍͜҉̨̱͓̼̫̮̠̠͡ͅͅǩ̴̻͚̺̻̳̗̻͓͕͇̦̠̣̦̱̻̅͗ͭ̆̊́̇̆͂͒̾͆̄̉͜͝ ̧̧͖͉̩̱̺ͥͫͣ̎́͡͞t̷̗̪̥̦͍̞ͫ̔͆̒̄̀̆̍̉̌̓ͧ́̕͡h̵̭̱̭͇̬̝͉̯̣̩̫̗̗͚̉̆͆͛̉̉̓ͯ͞a̵̢̡̮̣̭̺̝̰̯̘̣̫͆̑̈́ͣ͗ͨ̑ͯ̀̌͊ͮͅtͥͩ̓ͣ͆̓ͤ͑̍͌ͥ͟҉̸̗̠̬̫̹̻̣ ͊̾̎͑̀̂̓ͣͦ̋̿̚͠҉̨̢̦̘̼̭̗͢Ĭ̧̨̝̖̠̗͈̣̟̗͙͖̩̻̭̪̪͛̅̾ͩͮͫ̅̔ͫ̊̃̋͑̿̚ͅ ͧ̿̏̊̆̏ͨ̎͋̄̍͌̿͏̦͕̘͔̰̯͕͕̜̕b̶̵̢͙̖̻̤̥̺͔̗͆̊ͪ́͐ͪ́ͨ̏̅͘ŗ̬̳̱̳̜͉̘̳̦͉͓͍ͥ̆̅ͨ̎ͪͪ́̚͘̕ͅö̢̢͎̪̼̘̼͕̪̼̮̫͎̃̊͗ͤ̈͟k̡̠̻͓̟̙̻̣͖̮͎̜̝̻̙̣̯̹ͩ̽̑̔ͭ̏ͭ͐ͣ̄̽̒̈̇̒͆̿͢͟͢e̢̢̘͚̟̩̤̣̲͖̩̰̺̘͔͙̞̭̮͎͂̊ͨ̽ͭ̅́͟͢͜ ͙̞̹͇̗̐ͩͪͭͯͩ͌͢t̹͍̖̞̗͓̙̲̪ͬ̀̽ͤ͛̔ͬ̊̒ͬͭͥ̎̊͟͢h̨ͪ̔̏͊̓̀̽̄͗̍ͪ̐ͪ́͘҉͈̦͙͚̝͚e̩̞̙͔͑ͦ͆̿ͫ̆͐̇́̊ͮ̎̈́͢͟͞͝ ̵̓̊͆ͮͩ̀͡͏̱̳̠͎͉͕͕̱̳̥̺̼̖̝ủ̴̶̦͇͈̦͐ͭ͑ͬ͆́̏́͌̋͟͢͠n̷̵̡̮̪̣͓͍͔͎͈̲͍̫͖͉̫͍̯̗̐̄̄͂ͫ̀ͣ̍͆̋̎̑́̿̚̚͘i̴̴͈̞͉̜̾̔́̎̾̄ͥͮ̉̂ͪͤ̈͜͢v̸̡̩͚͎̦͉ͨ͂̒͆̂͡͡e̸̢͖͔͔͔ͣ̇̐̂̔̓ͧ͗̇ͯ͒̆̇ͧͨ̌̕ŗ̵̺͖̜̜̙̰́ͭͥ̃̔́ͪ̀͜͝s̶̢͖̯͔̗͈̫̣̞̪͙ͤͫ̑͌ͦͭ͛̓͌͡͠ͅͅe͖̗̱̝ͤ̀̏͌̑͗́́͢ͅ ̨̡̨͂̅̃̆̊̐ͤ̃͋ͥͯ̽̅̓͘͏̖̰̗̝͙͉̣̮.̷̛̮̥̻̬̖̩̝͎̫̰͇̯̜͕̜͋ͬ̿͂̆͗͜.̶̧̧̨͙͎͔̟͎̼̭̭̰ͭ̑̀̓̏̃ͧ͒́ͫ̍̐̎͑ͮ́ͬ͟.̲̰̘̠̞̳̤̠̙̌̏̾̍̎̆̐̔ͪ̋̊̎̐́̀̆̕͜ͅ ~Sage

‘So the annoying one is the superior and the rather pathetic looking one is the underling. I honestly don’t think that two changelings could do any amount of damage in stalliongrad, but better safe than sorry.’ The mare thought to herself as she stood as stationary as a statue and not batting an eye at the argument between the two. The closer changeling, the one who was considerably less shrill, had a sudden shift in emotion. His countenance became softer and more earnest in its appearance. "Please just let us leave...we were only here because there's no other place for us to be, well...us. We're just trying to survive, y'know... A month in jail would kill us! I don't think we'd get much love cleaning up trash or whatever either... I'm sorry, okay? Can't you let let us off with a warning? We'll find someplace else..." ‘Well, I ...’ Veracity’s mind raced. Sometimes the mare got caught up in the moment so much so that she lost sight of the bigger picture. ‘... The only place that they can be themselves … How is that fair? Isn’t one of the core Celestial Tenants; Love and Compassion?’ Veracity wore a strange look upon her face as she pondered the implications. ‘They attacked Canterlot, and were planning on subjugating ponykind so that they could feed off of us. They tend to kidnap ponies and assume their place and harvest our love and compassion. But, why then could we not live in harmony? If we as a race of Ponies, truly believe in tolerance and friendship, why do they have to subjugate us?Why can they not live along side of us, and gain their sustenance that way? Would that be wrong? Do they need more than the average pony can give? I … I am at a loss ...’ For the first time in many many years, the military mare was stumped. This little sick looking, for lack of a better word, leech just confounded her. However this brief moment of quiet contemplation was immediately interrupted by the grating voice of the hovering changeling. His idle threats were slowly getting on the mare’s last nerve, his voice didn’t help either. Her eyes locked onto his, almost boring a hole straight through his skull. Her head followed his every bob and movement just as an owl watches a mouse. ‘If they attack, I don’t have to worry about the drained one. Minimal threat at best. Main objective, Superior officer. Information, valuable. Bartering chip, valuable. Assessment, capture at all costs.’ She thought as her mind fell back into her training days. What was about to follow would be the most biting and terrifying speech that she could muster. “Shut your mouth, you annoying proletariat. If my wilderness training serves me well, the queen bee doesn’t sacrifice her entire hive to rescue two …” At this point she took a step forward with a resounding noise on the floorboards. -THUMP- “Insignificant ..” She took another step forward as her voice began to seethe. -THUMP- “Powerless …” She was slowly approaching, throwing her presence at the two trespassers. -THUMP- “ … Little worker bees like yourselves …” She was only a few feet from the two now. She spoke with such presence and power that one would think that she filled the entire room and mountains would quake for fear of her wrath. “... After all, that’s all you are. Little worker bees. Expendable. Simply cogs in the machine of the hive. Replaceable. Why would she care if you two were locked away and left to rot in the gulags? There are always more.” At this point the two of them could most likely feel her hot breath on their faces as she slowly crept closer, her monologue continuing. “How insecure you must feel. Knowing that your life, your being, can be thrown away like a half eaten apple. Discarded and forgotten. And who would blame her? No one. After all, she is the almighty and powerful Hive Queen Chrysalis. Who are YOU to question her decisions? Two little worker drones? Pfah!” Veracity was taking a small amount of pleasure in verbally demeaning these two. Especially the one with the cheesegrater lodged where his voice box should be. She wanted to beat these two down, not physically but mentally. She wanted them to question their beliefs, their core being. “Even if your Queen Chrysalis noticed that you were gone, and IF she sent the entire hive after. Two. Little. Worker drones. What would that amount to? This is Stalliongrad! The Jewel of the North! We etched this city out of the cold and foreboding white. We have stood since before the Celestial Sisters rose to power, and we will stand long afterwards. We are the bastion of hope in the North. We exemplify the pony spirit. With iron and steel we created all that you see before you. With sweat and blood we made buildings that scrape the very heavens above.” Veracity was letting her heavy Stallion accent slip into her speech to give it more impact. “And you, with your little enclave of parasites think that you can even stand against the might and determination of the Vooruzhennye sily Stalliongrad?! We have airships! We have ponies and griffins, and all other myriad of species willing to fight and die to protect Stalliongrad from the likes of you! Most of all, we have the determination to win, no matter the cost.” Veracity’s voice had raised during the last speech, she was now sounding like a professional orator inciting the troops to war. “I’ve had enough of you pathetic prattle. I have half a mind to cut you down where you stand, and bring you back to your beloved hive, strapped to the bow of my ship. Be glad that, that, isn’t the pony way. Be glad that I swore an oath to protect life, no matter it’s form. To protect the small and meek from the trodding heels of oppression. That oath even extends to the likes of you.” The mare spoke with power, but less so than before. She was presenting an almost accepting and understanding side now. “Stand down. If you stand down and come with me I will make sure that no harm befalls you. You won’t be deprived of sustenance nor will you be mistreated. You will be convicted as trespassers; you will be questioned and interrogated; you will answer these questions to the best of your ability; then you will be deported back to your hive aboard my ship. You have my word as a Captain, and you have my word as a pony, that you will not be harmed.” Veracity was harsh but earnest in this statement. She would do all that was within her considerable powers to make sure these two interlopers were returned from whence they came. “From the Captain of the ‘Moral Constraints’ [ROV] of the VSS. Please. Stand. Down. I don’t want to have to do this the hard way.” Her powerful voice had become a hint softer and more welcoming at this point. However there was still strength in her words, a power of will that could not be denied. A feeling that if this mare were to be fighting for you, you would have a powerful ally. But if she was fighting against you? Heaven and Equestria would hold no place where you could hide.At this point if her tactful maneuvering had gone to plan, the mare had distracted both of the changelings from the fact that she was backing them into a corner. She stood in front of the two, wings held wide. Not in a threatening manner as before, but a welcoming manner. As if to welcome them onto her ship and accept them for who they were.

Rivet shook her head with a slight smile after the laughing fit. She understood the feeling of not wanting to buy something that you could make. Rivet always tried her hardest to be self sufficient and build anything that she needed rather than spending bits to buy it. 'A list of the best and brightest engineers and tinkerers in Equestria and he picked me a Genius? How in Celestia's name did I get on a list like that?' Rivet thought to herself as a puzzled look came across her muzzle. The little mare never thought much of herself or her inventions. She knew that she was competent but she just never thought that she would be on a list of the best and the brightest. Being that she was so young in comparison to other tinkerers and engineers she always felt that there was somepony better than her somewhere out there. Rivet listened to the stallion recount how that his family had been, 'sold out' before by other more well known tinkerers and blacksmiths. 'Apparently his family is well known, or infamous even. I hope that other unscrupulous ponies don't start showing up, or I get a bad reputation for working with this stallion. Although that might be interesting. Me, a Badflank, now that’s funny' She thought as her mind began to wander on the idea of her being an outlaw vigilante that solves the world’s problems with a swift kick in the flank and her gadgets. As Martel was lost in thought he absent mindedly pulled his massive hammer closer to himself. Rivet cowered slightly, her ears going out to the sides. Despite this when the stallion spoke of the precautions that he had taken she felt slightly relieved, although still a little apprehensive. 'Well, if he says that he went through all these precautions just to insure my safety, I'm sure that I will not be bothered by other bad ponies. And when he is missing a rear leg, I’m fairly sure that I can out maneuver him if he tries any funny business. I would never turn a pony in need out! Boy, the ponies where he comes from must be rather cold to turn another out in such a condition.’ Her typewriter sprang to life and shortly afterward a small slip of paper floated in front of Martel. “Don't worry, won't turn out. You seem nice, I trust you. I can make brace for you, much better. Tell me what you want. Strong and slow, light and fast, in between? Springy, solid, armoured, clockwork? I can make more than one for you. It all depends on what needed. Pleasure to help ponies in need.” Rivet put on an earnest smile. She really did like helping other ponies, especially if they were in need. It was just that no one really ever visited her. She might not have liked crowds and she may have taken a while to warm up to other ponies but she did enjoy the company. It got a little lonely at times all alone in that big lighthouse. She held up a hoof in a ‘One moment please,’ manner and trotted quickly off to the other side of the room. Rustling could be heard before she returned with a sketch pad and a set of mechanical pencils. She awaited Martel’s description of how he wanted his brace to turn out.

'Looks like they want to do this that hard way.' Veracity thought to herself as the somewhat droopy looking changeling jumped in front of the cowering one. She assessed the situation. Neither of these changelings seemed to pose a large threat. The changeling that was directly in front of her seemed to be rather drained and droopy from the feeding that had just occurred. Although he was much more fit than the one that is behind him. The cowering changeling had the physique of a desk chair jockey, and apparently the spine to boot. 'The one in the back is probably some sort of bureaucrat checking up on how the other is doing, I mean look at that flank. I guess someponies need more cushioning when they sit on a hard chair every day. The one in the front though, he seems to be more competent, I would guess he is an infiltrator sort. Sent to suss out our defenses and procedures. He might be a little bit of trouble, those types always like to run.' Veracity thought to herself as the droopy changeling began to yell at her. "You're outnumbered..! Leave and forget you saw anything, and you won't get hurt." He shouted at her. 'HA, now that is funny!' The military mare thought to herself as she let out a small chuckle. 'I've had more intimidating bowls of porridge from the mess hall. The one in the front even looks as though he as the flu. That energy draining must take a lot out of somepony.' Her train of thought continued. The cowering changeling seemed to be invigorated by the display from the one that was protecting him and popped his head up to say something to her as well. “How DARE you threaten us, fleabag! We have the right to go anywhere we please in this horrid country of yours. If you imprison the two of us, then rest assured you, and your loved ones, will suffer the consequences.....” 'Threatening an officer of the V.S.S. Tisk tisk.' She thought with a smile. Veracity lowered her wings and slid her rapier back into its scabbard, these changelings didn't seem like too much of a threat to the very well trained mare. After all, she had gone up against numerous sky pirates before and they were much more competent than these louts. She puffed up her chest, making sure that they could see not only her rank insignia, but also the commendations and medals that she had won over he long career. She then began to speak, “I don't care who you THINK that you are. You are trespassing on VSS property. An offense punishable by either a month in the brig, or four-hundred hours community service. Threatening a duly appointed Officer of the VSS on the other hoof, that's a different story. If you stand down and come with me I will let your moment of, let's call it indiscretion, go. However if you resist, I will be sure that the judge throws the book at you.” She spoke with the authority that only comes with years of practice and service; her icy blue eyes boring into the bureaucrat's own sickly green eyes. Her nerves tingled, ready to move in an instant if these two decided to either bolt or pick a fight with her.

Rivet smiled at the content looking stallion as he relaxed on her sofa. She even saw his musculature seem to relax as he sunk into the high back and arms of the couch whilst sipping his tea. The grimy mare inhaled a deep waft of the sassafras steam and held it in her chest for a bit before letting it curl out through her nose. She liked the tingling feeling of the warm moist air depositing small droplets of water all throughout her nose.. She finally took a sip of the very hot water and enjoyed the flavour even more so than the vapor. The purple stallion let out a resounding laugh from within, after he had made a joke about how hospitable Rivet was being. For some reason, the joke just struck the mare as hilarious and she couldn’t help herself. She began to laugh. Although being mute, no noise was ever uttered, which must have made the whole ordeal look rather awkward for the stallion and most likely sounded like she was wheezing and choking on something. The stallion’s laugh filled and reverberated through her abode; it was contagious. She couldn’t help herself, she was having a giggle fit. This rarely happened to the mare, usually only when something especially funny in an engeneering manual caught her attention. ‘Those things are packed with hilarity, if you know where to look.’ managed to think while she was giggling up a storm. Then it happened, the most embarrassing moment of any laugh, the snort. Rivet snorted as she laughed, causing her to laugh and giggle more at how awkward she must have looked and what the stallion was thinking. Finally she managed to calm herself down without too many relapses into giggle fits. The stallion then asked her if she had any questions. ‘Questions? Why would I have questions? I mean, I assume he just got my name from someone … well yea, who did he get my name from, and why the trek here? He looks so worn out and beat up. Other than that, I thought that I was just going to fix his brace.’ Rivet pondered the question about questions for a moment before a slender tendril of aetheric energy began to type on her typewriter. A small slip levitated in front of Martel. “Well, just one. Maybe two. Where get my name? & From Germaney, why come all way here?” The slip read, as the mare put on her best inquisitive face. ‘I mean, I know ponies from around here pop in every once in a blue moon with something broken and aske me to fix it. But I didn’t think that my name had gotten as far as Germeney. I wonder who gave it to him, and how it got all the way out there!’ Rivet’s mind raced as she tried to figure out why the stallion had come from so far away to get a simple lighthouse mechanic to fix his leg brace. Rivet sipped her tea and looked over her glasses at the stallion awaiting his reply. ‘It’s nice to talk to people every once in awhile.’ The normally marginally shy mare thought to herself. ‘I guess it depends on the pony. OH, and crowds. Those are what get me. One on one, I can deal with but all those bodies pressed up against mine … BLECH.’ Her mind wandered to other problems.

Ghosttastic! That's the word that should be used to describe your pixel art, Ghosttastic. Anywho, I usually don't request arts, but if it will help you practice, I'll gladly ask you ever so kindly if you would please draw one of my OCs! Would you, out of the kindness of your awesomely large heart, please draw Edelweiss for an old decrepit pony like myself who has the inability to arts?? Thank you so much Ghostgirl, I really do appreciate it! ~Sage

“If the weather holds out, this might actually be a relatively relaxing two week’s leave.” Veracity thought to herself as the roan mare walked down the streets of the Kuznitza District of Stalliongrad. The night was fairly typical of the Northern City; the air was cold and crisp usually stinging the lungs if you took a deep enough breath. Veracity had been putting the ‘Moral Constraints’ through its paces for the past few weeks, part of the recertification process, and after a set of rather strenuous war games culminating in a live fire test that went smashingly she requested a short shore leave. The brass of the K.O.G. seemed to think that it was a good idea as well, plus the new first mate had arrived a few days before and he could be trusted to take care of the ship for two weeks. ‘It’s not like they are going to sail without me, the recertification inspection will take at least two weeks, if not longer. Plus it will give Martel bonding time with the crew.’ Veracity thought to herself as she paused next to an old abandoned factory. The mare dug in her uniform’s pockets and fished out a soft pack of Lucky Bucks cigarettes, she took one in her mouth and then proceed to light it. The acrid smoke stung her lungs slightly, but the flavour couldn't be beat. As she gave it the first few puffs to get it going she surveyed her surroundings. Upon looking up at the factory’s uppermost set of windows she noticed an odd sight that caused her to pause for a moment. There hovered a little pegasus, smooshing his face up against the sooty glass and trying to get a better look inside of the dilapidated propellor factory. The pegasus was a light brown colour with a darker brown mane and a slightly less than average physique. He surely didn’t look like the type to be snooping around at night, this was odd. Veracity stood in the shadows for a while watching the pegasus inspect the windows looking for something but then an odd thing occured. From what she could make out in the murky darkness, a soft green light aided him in opening the window and he flew inside. ‘Well now ...’ Veracity thought to herself as she dropped the cigarette and crushed it out with her hoof. “Tonight might just get interesting after all.” The officer mumbled as she spread her above average size wings and adjusted the feathers for flight. She also tightened the strap on her rapier and undid the small piece of leather cord that she used to hold her rapier in it’s scabbard. Veracity’s wings took one downstroke and she was airborne, aloft on the cool breeze. She quietly flew over to the window where the pony had been looking in and observed the scene herself. Being that she was in an official uniform it was unlikely that anypony would mistake her for a would be trespasser. She spied the little pegasus, he was just sitting down in the factory all alone. ‘Why is he just sitting there? Maybe he is waiting for someone, I best wait to see what they are up to.’ Veracity thought, quietly flapping in place. Shortly a small, what looked to be unicorn appeared on a gantry and yelled something that she couldn’t make out at the pegasus. The two spoke briefly, again veracity couldn’t make out what they were saying, then the pegasus flew up to the foreman’s office and they closed the door. This was Veracity’s chance, she stealthily slunk into factory through the now open window and perched up in the rafters. Now it was impossible for her to hear what was going on, but with the very slight light in the office she was able to make out general shapes and locations of the ponies relative to each other. As they spoke she gently walked across the rafters so that she was in a more opportune location to see the pair and maybe discern what exactly was going on. From this new angle she could make out every third word or so. Apparently they were speaking of how nice the ponies were who lived here or some such. Then something about the military. She got the impression that the smaller outline was the boss and the one, that she assumed was a pegasus, was an underling. Then something very strange happened, yet again. This time it was far more obvious than the last however. An eerie green glow and what sounded like crackling sparks seemed to fill the entire office, and a portion of the factory floor below. Veracity remained perched on her rafter for a few more moments until the crackling died down. In the eerie green light she could see the two figures more clearly. They had odd shapes, translucent wings, odd holes in their legs, and ragged horns. ‘These, things, must be the changelings that attacked Canterlot a while back. Odd, I’ve only heard about them by rough description but from what I’ve heard they usually operate in larger numbers. Oh well, time to go to work!’ Veracity thought to herself as she drew her rapier. She hopped off of the rafter and pulled her wings in; to dive and pick up some speed first. She would need all the speed that she could muster for the stunt that she was going to pull off. As she neared the floor the practiced mare flared her wings open and caught the air, rocketing up towards the office windows. She pumped hard with her wings, squeezing every last ounce of speed that she could out of them. She pulled her wings in again and reached forward with her hooves as she neared the window. She felt the glass break into tiny little shards, ‘Safety glass, thank Luna.’ She thought to herself. As she burst through the window into the small office she flared her wings again, not only to stop but to look bigger than she actually was; more intimidating. There she stood with her front legs crossed, rapier in her mouth, and wings open wide as the glass fell all around her. She managed to shout, “Stalliongrad Sky Marshall, cease and desist all activities. You are under arrest by the order of the K.O.G.!!” Hopefully these changelings wouldn't put up too much of a fight, this was her vacation after all.

‘Martel Von Starkhuf, that’s a Germane name! GERMANE! That’s the accent.’ Rivet exclaimed to herself, as a look of recognition came across her face. She looked over the stallion again, he was in peak physical condition despite his rather ragged appearance. Well developed and defined muscles under a well kept royal purple pelt shone through the remnants of mud and dirt, and a well defined jaw with a stern yet honest face topped off the package. Rivet felt the ever so familiar heat on the bridge of her snout return. ‘Buck it Rivet, don’t blush! Stop thinking about how the wet stallion on your floor looks like Trots Boulder from the S-Files novels.’ Rivet’s ears went out to the side and the bridge of her nose became hotter. ‘BUCK IT!’ She quietly raged in her head, before thinking of optimizing steam pressure on a unit that was superheated. As the blush subsided, she smiled apologetically again whilst typing. “I have a couch, by the fireplace. Come, sit, get warm. Welcome to stay as long as needed. Once comfy, then talk fixing / bits.”The slight mare made an earnest face as she reached out with her magic to help stabilize and compensate for his rear leg. He may have been a solid stallion but next to some pieces of machinery he wasn’t that cumbersome to lift and move. The trip through the first story of her house was short but convoluted. They wove their way through shelving units piled high with pieces of equipment ranging from simple spanners to items that only Rivet knew what did. There were piles of parts, junk, good junk, general junk, dirty junk, broken parts, dirty parts, gears, valves, and many more things. While the scene looked like chaos, Rivet had her own system and knew exactly where every piece and part was. Pipes ran across the ceiling and down the walls, there were dials and valves throughout the maze of pipes. For anypony who didn’t have formal training in steam engineering, the place would have looked like something out of a work of fiction, the perfect embodiment of an engineer’s paradise. After the convoluted and interesting trip, they arrived at an antique loveseat. It was no more than a hoof length off of the ground with high sides and a high back. The arms were rolled over with ornate scrollwork and along with the claw and ball feet, deep red upholstery with golden fleur-de-lis embroidery, it looked wholly out of place where it sat. While it may have been well used, looking as though Rivet had slept on it many a time, the well worn sofa offered a very comfortable place to sit for Martel. By the time they had arrived, Rivet’s blush was all but vanished and she looked a little tired. Moving the stallion through the maze was a little tricky, as the corridors were not made with such a large pony in mind. ‘I should clean up a little, I mean, what happens if I ever have company such as Martel here! The place looks a mess!’ Rivet scolded herself as she helped Martel onto the couch. That being done she looked at him with a big smile and cocked her head to the right while she typed again. “There, hope comfy, not too small for you. I’ll get blanket and pillows, be back in a jiff!” After the slip of paper levitated in front of Martel for just long enough for the normal pony to read it, Rivet took off again. She hurried up stairs, as her hoofbeats could be heard through the high ceiling of the first story. She trotted about up stairs for a short while before returning to Martel with three pillows and two blankets in tow. She smiled and arranged them as best that she could for him, although the blankets would have been a little much seeing as the house was quite a bit warmer than outside and the fireplace threw off a good amount of heat by itself. The little mare trotted off again and returned again, this time with a small low table, and a teapot with some sooty looking cups in tow. She set up the table within Martel's reach, set down the teapot and the cups, blew the soot off as best she could, and poured a warm cup of sassafras tea for both of them.Rivet plopped her flank down on the rough hewn pine floorboards. She took a sip of the tea, and began to type something out again with a rather unique smile. “First visitor in long time, sorry about your brace, will fix it, make it better for you. Are you okay though? Need anything? Hurt at all? Not used to taking care of ponies, only machines.”

The large purple pony that Rivet had dragged inside of her home was now standing not more than two feet in front of her, speaking very loudly in a rather heavy accent. ‘What accent is that?’ She wondered to herself. ‘It sounds similar to a Stalliongrad accent, but it’s heavier and muddier.’ Rivet was lost in thought as the pony introduced himself, she was so caught up trying to place his accent that she missed him introducing himself. What caught her attention was his movement. She shuffled away at first, for fear of him clobbering her and trying to make off with her inventions. As she cowered with both her ears out to the side and a scared expression upon her muzzle, the glint of metal caught her eye. Her nose scrunched up, her ears went out at odd angles, and then she realized something, ‘This stallion can’t walk!’ She blurted to herself. ‘And he uses a brace to compensate for that. Ohhh it looks all smashed up.’ As she confidently strode over to the stallion’s rear leg, almost paying no mind to him, a green tendril of aetheric energy reached out and picked up first her glasses, and then her banged up, trusty, red, pressed steel toolbox. The tools jangled and clanged together as she walked over to his hind quarters, hopefully the stallion didn't mind that she hadn't said a word to him since his arrival. Rivet scrutinized the hunk of metal for a few moments, poking at it here, prodding there. ‘Crude but effective, I’ll give whoever made this that.’ She made a clicking noise with her tongue, one of the few noises that she could actually make, as she levitated a small spanner out of the toolbox and began to disassemble the brace off of the hind leg. Once she was complete it fell to the floor with a cacophonous noise. Intent upon this rather crude device Rivet levitated it onto the workbench that was her kitchen table and looked it over further. Rivet finally realized that she had forgotten something, ‘RIVET!! You have forgotten to introduce yourself, you've left an injured and probably very tired pony standing in your kitchen, and haven't even said a word to him! Where are your manners!?!? Go make him more comfortable!’ Rivet wore an embarrassed look upon her face as she slunk back to the stallion and looked at him. She smiled her best smile and reached out for her typewriter that she usually kept at her side, alas it wasn't with her. She hadn't had it with her due to the fact that she was working alone all day. ‘Rivet, what is wrong with you today. First the door knocking, then the pony, now your typewriter. This storm has put you all out of sorts hasn't it.’ She scolded herself. Rivet lifted a hoof up in a, ‘Please wait one moment.’ gesture and trotted off again to find her mechanical voice. Upon finding her voice she quickly trotted back to the purple pony with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, name is Rivet. Not used to company. You okay, need anything? Food, chair, more towels? Sorry again. What’s name?” A small slip of paper flew in front of Martel accompanied by another overly friendly smile. “Do you need fix leg brace? Not that complex, rather easy. Could build it better if want.” The second piece of paper queued up under the first, floating in place allowing Martel to read them comfortably.

Hello! I don't comment on much of anything really so this is rather rare. Honestly I just wanted to say, good job! I like this pony a whole heck of a lot. I think you accurately pinned down the feelings and the essence of what makes him who he is! Also I dig the 1930's gangster vibe to him. I can't wait to see him in action. Also, if you ever want a sort of moral cop to play against, as in a game of cat and mouse or some such, do not hesitate to give me a buzz! I think that Slick here would utterly loathe Captain Veracity and I think it would be fun to see them match wits! Anywho, good job I say, old chum! ~Sage

Roleplay Type: Canterlot Chronicles Name: Captain Veracity : Delta Company, 10th battalion “Orlov” Sex: Female Age: Middle age mare. (Analogous to mid forties human years) Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Stark light blue contrasting her dark muzzle colour. Eyes Coat: Dark Roan. Soot black on her muzzle and legs, changing to a light grey around her body core. Her wings also follow this colour pattern the leading edge is soot black with the tips of her pinion feathers being a very light grey. Coat Mane/Tail: Midnight black, usually kept in hunter braids aside from the forelock which she keeps in a style known as bumper bangs. When they are unbraided, her mane is of a medium length. Style: Mane Tail Forelock Physique: Well toned from military Physical Training. Veracity’s stature is that of the average Stalliongrad mare, slightly taller than the ordinary Imperial mare but not overly enormous. Her presence, however, commands attention, respect, and obedience. Residence: Currently deployed aboard the “Moral Constraints” as the commanding officer. She also has quarters befitting her station at the Stabil Krasnyi, along with a small second story apartment in the Kuznitza District. Occupation: Veracity is a career military mare having enlisted as soon as she was able to during her fillihood and rose through the ranks to her current station as Captain of Delta Company in the10th battalion “Orlov”. Cutie Mark: Veracity was brought up in a military family by military parent, which meant that obviously she would be attending the KOG Academy in Stalliongrad when she was of age. Unfortunately Veracity was a late bloomer when it came to her cutie mark and social interactions alike. She was still a blank flank when she was shipped off to the academy; by that age most other fillies and colts had discovered their true callings. This predicament lead to many incidents of the older ponies making fun of her, and her small group of fellow blank flanks. Veracity spent most of her time wrapped up in her studies and fencing practice while trying to ignore these goons. However, during her second year, there was one incident to which she took extreme exception. A large Earth Pony, who had received his cutie mark already, and his gang of ruffians had a small and diminutive filly first year cadet cornered while on break. They were making fun of her and encroaching closer, looking as though they were going to pick her up and throw her into the nearby dumpster. Veracity had quite enough of this and flew in from above and placed herself in between the group and the filly. She politely asked the group to disband, when they did not comply with her request she drew her practice foil and laid the group of ruffians low with precise jabs and painful whacks from the flat of the blade. Caught up in the scuffle, Veracity did not feel the tingle on her flank. In fact while she was checking to see if the young filly was okay the cadet had to inform her of the new addition. From that point forward, she knew that her place in the World was to protect the ponies that could not protect themselves. She would be the champion of the ponies of Stalliongrad, even if most of them never really knew of her actions or station. Her cutie mark is an Algiz rune (denoting the urge to protect others and be a shield) surrounded by a pair of stag antlers (which mean, to the residents of Stalliongrad, strength and honour). These symbols are all white against her dark coat. Cutie Mark Unique Traits: Glasses: Veracity wears rather dainty hoof made glasses, made in the Rasya district by a very renown artisan. She is slightly farsighted from years of scanning the horizon. This requires her to wear small reading glasses on the tip of her nose. She uses these to read maps, reports, and see details of battle strategies. Most of the time these are left on the tip of her nose, unless a battle is imminent, then she stows them in her uniform. Inspired by - These Uniform: Veracity is almost always seen in her military uniform. This is of standard VSS design, light grey with white details.The fabric is a medium thickness felt and meticulously tailored to fit her form. The collar is higher than normal REA collars and the tails are moderately longer than standard REA all to keep out the cold. She always keeps it clean, crisp, and perfectly ironed. Almost identical to - This uniform Cap Rapier: Veracity carries a beautifully hoofcrafted rapier on her person at all times. She is never without her trusty tool. Yet another artisanally crafted piece, the rapier was handed down in her family from generation to generation. It was originally crafted for her great-great-great-great-great-great Grandsire, being a VSS commander himself he had it commissioned from one of the best smiths in the Kuznitza district. She is more than proficient with it’s use, in fact she refuses to use any other weapon whilst engaged in combat. The rapier itself is exceedingly light and precisely balanced. It was crafted for aerial combat, being held in the mouth whilst flying. Similar to - Rapier hilt Airship “Moral Constraints” : Veracity is the current commanding officer of the VSS “Moral Constraints”. The "Moral Constraints" is an impressive large/medium size airship of Stalliongrad pedigree. She is fast, stealthy, maneuverable, and has above average endurance. The "Moral Constraints" was designed and retrofitted with a very special purpose in mind; she is a pirate hunter. Able to achieve high speeds both in the air and in the water, it would be a very lucky or an especially cunning pirate that outran her. She is a formidable sight but with Veracity at her helm she is a force to be reckoned with. For people who are concerned with a more lengthy and technical description of the "Moral Constraints" and her specifications take a peek behind the spoiler tags and you won't be disappointed. History: Veracity was born into a military family living in the Kuznitza District of Stalliongrad, both her mother and father were distinguished military commanders. Being an only foal her father was disappointed that she was not a colt. Instead of treating her like a dainty little filly, though, her father instead treated her as he would have a colt and brought her up in the military style. She was taught the meaning of respect and honour at a young age, along with tactics and swordplay. She was never concerned much with the fact that her cutie mark had not yet appeared by the time that she was shipped out to the KOG Academy. During her tenure at the KOG Academy not only did she gain a superior knowledge of tactics, swordplay, strategy, discipline, character, and most of all leadership, but she also gained her cutie mark and a new determination in life. Veracity excelled at the military life and way of thinking that was being taught in the academy. She managed to graduate with honours high honours. After her graduation speech, at which her mother and father were present, her father presented her with his family rapier, a very meaningful gesture to the still young Veracity. After the academy she immediately joined the VSS as a cadet in the Naval operations sector. She rose through the ranks and over the years she served a very distinguished career in the VSS 10th battalion, eventually being promoted to the rank of captain and being placed in command of both Delta company and the “Moral Constraints.” While she is a career military mare, who leads a very structured and disciplined life, she still enjoys the simple things. Along with her military quarters she maintains a simply furnished and very civilian second floor apartment in the Kuznitza District. This apartment is her get away from the grind of her military life and just slow down and relax, though she uses it very rarely. She also occasionally likes to go up onto the flying bridge and let the wind flow through her mane and tail, after untying them of course, though again this is very rare, and very few of her crew know that she ever undoes her mane, let alone lets the wind blow through it. She also enjoys a good glass of Stallianoya, this is a habit that slightly more of her crew know about however. She is not a friend to her crew, she is a commanding officer. This does not preclude her from having meaningful relationships with a select few of her crew, but it does mean that most of her crew do not know more than is customary for a crewmember to know about their captain. Her crew is comprised of loyal, disciplined, and driven individuals that were hoof picked for their assignment on the “Moral Constraints.” Due to her upbringing and her goal in life she finds ponies that are without discipline or that put others in harm’s way, by action or inaction, contemptible. This ire is mostly directed at the scourge of the skies, pirates. She finds their lack of discipline, honour, and just utter brashness repugnant. That along with the fact that they routinely put civilian ponies, and even entire towns at risk by their actions has caused her to take it upon herself to hunt down these rag tag scoundrels and show them what justice truly is. Character Summary: Veracity is more than your typical military mare. While she holds deeply the tenants of honour, discipline, and respect, she also holds deeply the enjoyment for the simple life that most residents of Stalliongrad strive for. She is an accomplished captain and swordsmare that commands respect with her mere presence and steely gaze. She does have her soft side however, which she indulges in now and again. She has an utter contempt for anyone who breaks the laws, or puts other ponies in danger and is dedicated to bringing them to justice. Though tough and cold at first, once one gets to know Veracity they may find a friend forever.

Rainy days were not Rivet's favorite of all days. During these times the light-house needed extra care to be kept running properly. The fog horn, which oddly she liked, would sound every few minutes to help ships navigate. The problems arose when the wind blew, as it was this day, and battered the salt spray on the inner workings of the light-house, especially the lamp house. Not only did the salt spray from the ocean corrode some of the metal pieces, which would then have to be meticulously replaced, but it also occasionally put out the oil lamp that provided the light for ponies to navigate by. Since she was charged with keeping the light-house operational it fell to her and her alone to make sure that the lamp never dimmed. This meant some rather sleepless nights curled up in the lens room making sure that the wind didn't put out her light. This is how Rivet was spending this day, up and down the stairs, in and out of the tower, checking and rechecking the lamp and the inner workings of her machines. She would have much rather been spending this time working on her inventions, specifically the 'Halo Engines' as they were called. After that trip to Stalliongrad she had gained a new fervor and started improving the engines even further. Alas today was a day dedicated to the light-house, sometimes she wished that she could have a helper on these occasions, someone to at least talk to while whiling away the hours. WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP 'What in Equestria was that?!' Rivet thought as her ears perked up to the odd noise. WHUMP WHUMP 'It isn't the shutters, I closed all of them up. Maybe something broke down in the engine room? No, it would be more regular and less … purposeful?' WHUMP As Rivet trotted about her house trying to find the source of the noise it finally dawned on her, somepony was knocking on her front door. 'Oh come now, you can optimize steam engine efficiency in your sleep but you cant figure out that somepony is knocking at your door? You'd loose your head if it wasn't attached.' The young mare scolded herself. She was covered head to hoof in her usual grime, supplemented with some lamp oil here and there. Her tail was a mess and her mane in its usual braid. She was not one for dressing up for company, and she hoped that her guest didn't mind. The smile on her face was quickly shattered and replaced with a look of confusion with a hint of fear as she opened her rather large front door. Before her lay a drenched, filthy, hurt looking, monster of a purple stallion. “Is this Rivet's place?” His voice growled at her. Being who she was Rivet immediately shrunk back into her home. If she had not been mute, a “Meep!” could have been heard. Cowering in fear behind her kitchen table, hundreds of scenarios danced through her little noggin. Most of these contained some link to a 'Pony Crime Syndicate that was stationed out of Stalliongrad, and had come to steal her inventions.' Whether or not this syndicate actually even existed was completely unknown, most likely it was a figment of her overactive imagination. When you don't get out much, your mind tends to make up interesting ideas, and those hard boiled crime novels that she had recently picked up from that goofy Zebra Monty hadn't helped at all. The odd thing was, this pony was unaccompanied and not pushing his way into her home. He was just sitting there as a lump on the ground. 'Maybe he isn't a bad guy?' She mused as she peaked out over the top of her table. The stallion was rather impressive in stature and build, well he would have been if he had not been crumpled up in a ball on the ground. Rivet's curiosity got the best of her as she slowly edged towards the purple lump. She poked his shoulder with a dirty but still off white hoof, which she quickly retracted in fear of reprisal. Nothing happened. She poked again, this time rocking his shoulders. She had a perplexed look on her face as the stallion's grey eyes met her lively green ones. There was a look of helplessness in this otherwise strong stallion's gaze. Against her instincts to run and hide, Rivet tried as hard as she could to drag the poor wretch inside of the rather warm and humid light-house proper. A few tendrils of her pale green magic, and a healthy dose of pushing on his flank finally got him inside of the house. Closing the door Rivet ran off into another room, only to return with some towels. Clean as they might be, they were still stained from years of grease and grime. She piled them next to the stallion and pushed them gingerly forward with her muzzle. She stepped back afterward, tilted her head to the side, and puzzled at the stallion, one of her ears out to the side and the other straight up in the air.

Sweet Symphony had been busying himself with sweeping up the shop and tidying things, as was his nature, while Maple made the pancakes that the mare who had walked in ordered. There was always something to sweep up or straighten and every little bit made the old ramshackle place look all the more like a real establishment where somepony could get some good food. “I hope you like your meal Miss. Is there anything else that you need?” He posed the question to the white mare with the pancakes. After all one step in the road to getting customers to come back and refer friends is diligent service. An odd rather voice added to the commotion, it vaguely sounded familiar to Sweet but he couldn't place his hoof on it so he kept on straightening and helping the customers. “By Jove! Symphony! How are you old bean?” Sweet's attention was now drawn to this stallion, “Twotone? Is that you, you old curmudgeon? I thought that you were above establishments such as ours.” Sweet said with a sarcastic smirk as he gave a good hoofshake to the stallion. While doing so he got a good look at what exactly Twotone was doing here. “And manual labor none the less. My my my, how the mighty have fallen.” He said with a pause at the end before the two of them began to laugh together. Apparently these two stallions knew each other previously most likely due to Sweet's extensive conducting and piano playing career, and they seemed to be rather good friends. “I see that you have met Maple my wife. It is so good to see you Tone, how are the foals?” Wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with the crook of his ankle, still winding down from laughing, Twotone replied, “Ah they grow up so fast, one day they are struggling to lift up a pencil with their magic, or just barely hovering above the ground. And the next they are helping you move the furniture and soaring through the skies of Equestria.” Just as Twotone finished his sentiment a cough interrupted the pair of stallions, "Ummm... Excuse me, sir. Do you want a hoof with those? They look heavy." It was the white pegasus that had been looking pensively out of the bay window before. “Well Miss, you seem to be right there are more than a few of those crates and if I'm not mistaken one of them is a rather old and out of tune upright piano. As a general rule I would say that you are a customer and that you would not need to help, but with all those boxes I'll take any helping hooves that I can get. Pleased to meet you Miss, I am Sweet Symphony. And thank you for offering to help, I am sure that we can come to an arrangement afterward.” Soon after Sweet and Twtone lazily trotted back towards the cart and began to root through the boxes of instruments to figure out what order they should be taken into the firebarn. Hopefully these would make the grand opening even grander!

His ear flopping over Monty smiled widely again, 'Oh this mare is fun, I like her! Hopefully we can strike some sort of accord, having a good supplier of fishing equipment in town is always a plus. Sometimes it can be difficult to get your hooves on a good rod.' He thought as he nodded along to what the mare was pseudo-singing. “I'm afraid that I can't keep up with you musically, my repertoire is limited to old sea shanties and marching tunes. And I can only rhyme for so long before my tongue gets tied. Although your manner of speaking is most intriguing! Is there a story behind it!? I do love stories.” Monty asked, being his usual nosy self. Trotting about the shop to better take in the inventory he asked a few more questions, “So you've only been here a week. Why did you decide to come to Hoofington? Do you have knowledge in the fishing arts?” The question was punctuated with a goofy and exaggerated karate bow, at the end of which he almost fell over. “Sorry about that! Sometimes I can be a bit clumsy.” He appologized with a chuckle as he walked over to the mare again so that she could answer his questions and he could give her his full attention. "Myself, I came here more than a few years ago and set up shop rather quickly. Having worked on airships for many moons I figured that a salvage and supply shop would be a perfect fit, and Hoofington seemed to be a great hub to set up. Although looking back, I suppose Stalliongrad would have been better. But then I would not have the wonderful beaches and great weather! Even though this old town can get boring at times I like it well enough, there is always fun to be had if one knows only where to look." Monty soliloquized punctuated with a wink. "Oh but here I am rambling on about myself, I am sorry about that. Sometimes I forget my manners." Monty hoped that the mare would forgive his absent mindedness.

Monty poked his head further in the door, both the warmth of the hearth and the unusual smell of the so called 'pizza' lured Monty slowly further into the cozy shop. Hearing what the shop owner had said but not particularly listening the door finally shut behind Monty. He peered around the shop and took in the sights, some framed pictures of what looked to be a far away land and quaint little tables dotted the restaurant. “Pleased to meet'cha! Monty's the name, salvage's the game. Anything you need I can get, for a price of course.” The stripey menace happily trotted towards the yellow pony and with deft flick of his hoof slapped a business card down on the counter. A goofy grin came across his face and his right ear flopped down. “Now I have to ask, what exactly is a pea-zah and is that why is smells so wonderful in here? I do have to say that the smell is exactly why I stopped in your lovely little shop.” Monty's amber eyes looking inquisitively towards the chef as his nose continued to sniff the air.

'Lema? What a rather relaxed captain this Strumovik is. I guess it is the years of being an air sailor.' Edelweiss chuckled lightly at his remark before, with a smile on her muzzle, began to reply. “Pleased to meet you Letchik, I am called Edelweiss by friends and family. You captain the airship over there, yes?” She asked pointing a hoof towards the Artorius. “That is a fine ship you have there. Out of the many ships I have seen, I do not remember one quite as unique as yours. Did you make it yourself?” Just as she uttered the question she noticed the clip clop of hooves on the steel pier. 'Proklyatie, Curses, why did I not hear her before? I should have noticed that VSS Patrolmare from at least 1/2 the dock away. Heavy steel shod hooves does not a stealthy approach make. And wonder why they are always asking me to join the ranks for recon purposes. Maybe if they didn't fit their hooves with party clappers they might be better at recon.' Edelweiss grimaced as she studied the mare. It was not that she had anything in particular to hold against this mare, but the VSS as a whole slightly irritated her at times. While their services were invaluable and definitely needed, sometimes their methods did not jive with her own ideals, not to mention their constant requests for her to join them. For example their recruits were taught wilderness survival yes, but the were taught to fight and battle the will of nature. That is even how this city came to be, the buildings defiant monoliths built to honor the achievements of pony and griffin kind. Edelweiss favored more of a naturalistic outlook on life and the environment. She did not battle nature to survive in the wilderness, she used nature to her advantage. Tents were unwieldy and cumbersome, snow caves only needed to be dug out to be used, for that matter hollow trees were always a wonderful retreat from snowy conditions. Fire starters and matches were not needed to cook rations, there were enough plants to eat everywhere around which did not need to be cooked and ways to start fires for warmth were endless as the ever expanding snow scape, if one knew where to look. Edelweiss stoically stood next to Strumovik her face that of complete control and practiced forbearance as the patrolmare approached. Inwardly giggling at the verbal jab from her new compatriot Edelweiss shifted uncomfortably on her hooves. The change in the wind opened up some some fissures in the cloud cover, the Sun peeking through.

Sweet smiled at the mare as she took her seat and Maple placed a menu in front of her. "Well, there you go. Now my name is Sweet Symphony so don't feel bashful and just call out to me or Maple over there when you find something to your liking on the menu." He chirped. This was Sweet's favorite time of year after all, not even the bills could get him down. He just loved all the cheer and good will, not to mention the candies! Especially since the open area of the barn had just been finished as the work stallion informed them, and the racks in the basement were the next on the list. This grand opening celebration bash festival would surely be a wonderful experience! “Sweetie? ... Can we open our Hearth Warming gift early? After all, Obo should be arriving with those old instruments soon!” The coffee creme colored mare asked as Sweet made his way behind the counter to pour a glass of water for the menu reading mare. As he opened the spigot to pour the water her replied, "I don't see why not. Just remember to leave something to open in the evening, we wouldn't want to spoil all the fun now would we?" With the finish of his sentiment in a dry tone, he levitated the glass over to the counter. Slicing a lemon into wedges he stuck one on the corner of the glass and happily trotted over to the table where the alabaster mare with the red mane sat. "Here you go Miss, have you found something that you like on the menu?" He asked setting the water down on the table. "That goes for you as well Miss." He called over to the pegasus sitting at the window seat.

The fog was thick enough to cut with a butter knife against which the resounding mournful wail of the distant light house's fog horn was battling. About once a minute or so the low and sombre tone would rip through the fog and echo down the streets of town. Hopefully the residents were not too perturbed by this interruption into their mornings however do to the essential nature of the fog horn it had to be sounded to keep the ships from smashing against the rocks. It's resounding bellow had awoken at least one resident of Hoofington, the stripy menace that was Monty the zebra. He may have been a deep sleeper but if there was one thing that would always awake him from his slumber it was the sound of little Rivet's fog horn. For some reason the sound was just right to worm its way into his ear and not let him sleep any further. So on this early morning the stripy menace stalked the cobbled streets of Hoofington, looking for something to do at this Celestia forsaken hour. An odd smell wafted on the air towards where Monty was strolling. Singing at this hour would be highly frown upon and most likely get shoes thrown at Monty so he opted to stay quiet today. This odd smell hit him square in the face, it was starchy like bread but a tad more spicy smelling, something new. After being a cook for quite some time Monty had smelled many dishes but this one smelled unique to him. Following his nose Monty found himself drawn to a quaint little two story building, where it seemed the smell was emanating from. Looking at the sign no bells were rung in his head, this place must have been new. Pressing his nose up against the front glass window he looked inside, it seemed vaguely open. Monty poked his head in the front door and let out a call into the seemingly half open restaurant "HellooooOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOooo?!" Monty did hope that he was not disturbing any pony but that smell was just wonderful, waiting on the threshold until called he took another deep whiff.