LegoCOBrony19

ooc: I'm still here... Lawrence looked down to a pocket watch inside the cabin of the train. The steam bursted through the pistons, ready to drive the Hayes ten wheeler (similar to a 2-6-2 Priarie; #12 from Georgetown Loop) while trying not to gain unnessicary attention from the guards. He did manage to overhear most of the plan, but had missed one key element in it: The actual diversion. Although Metal's Idea was a sound one at best, there wouldn't be enough time or power for it to actually work, not to mention he was holding up the train on purpose and lugging on a metal pony wouldn't do him any good. ooc: I'm kinda gooding on a limb here.

Codex slowly gained consiousness as he saw the large group around him. "I haven't felt this bad since running into a metal pole when I was young." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "And I just realized that our medical histories don't apply here, do they?"

(ooc: No, Lawrence is the one with the getaway locomotive, as it were)

(ooc: Wait, what to you mean by me being good at illusions?)

He could has sworn Boss was shouting something to him, but he didn't slow down. He only sped up, moving past trees and rocks as if they were a blur. To his suprise, he wasn't slowly down like he would have back home. His mind kept shouted at him slow down, slow down, but he didn't. He finally stopped when he hit something hard. " *gibberish* " He muttered and collapsed onto the trail, unconsious.

"Ok, Let's see why they want you guys." Lawrence took a look at the poster Tilly had 'borrowed' from the guards during the distraction. after a quick look-over, he gave the poster to Metal and looked to Tilly and Silver. "Well, It was nice knowing you two."

ooc: Same here

'Wait, if his medication changed, then....ah crud' Codex cringed at the thought, but he had to be sure; better safe than sorry right? The saddlebag of his was quite distinguisable from Silver's, the letter 'WRCo.' written with a black marker as he looked through the contents. A journal and random stuff, but... "Nothing! Where's my Insulin pen?!" He started to panic. After a useless search, he looked to the others. "Well, this stinks." Those were his last words before he ran down the right path, shouting in a panic.

"If it is, I don't want to stick around when it shows up." Codex replied, after Boss investigated the bush with his stick.

(I'd be insulted if you didn't)

Codex turned to tyler008bon. "If we were chosen, then any reason why? Also, does anyone else see that bush move?" The bush nearby was rustling.

(No, I justed wanted to get a feel for what may lay ahead. No one will get left behind)

The interior of the Ministry building was something out of Ithe Re-neigh-sance, with decorative white marble pillars, smooth plaster tile floors and lush red carpetry. Chandeliers hung proudly over the grand stairway and lobby. An attendee approached the two stallions, donning a fine jacket with a small badge pinned under his left collar. "Good Evening Colonel Haybrun. I didn't expect you'd bring your guest." He turned to Greed. "Introductions will have to be for another time. We are running late for the summit, as it were." "Oh yes, of course. Right this way please." He gestured towards the stairway, leading to the North Wing of the building; just two stories below the archives.

"My name is Silver Swirl and are you two bronies?" The navy blue pony asked. I turned to Hoss, with a blank face. "Not how I would ask it but-" I turned back to the pony. "Yeah. This here is Boss_Hoss1 and I'm Codex Writer, but my friends call me Matt." Codex raised his hoof to shake his. After a brief intro, the trio stood there. "So, what's the plan? Are we heading for Ponyville or do we find anypony else from the meet-up?" I turned to Hoss, hoping he had something in mind.

Codex looked at the unicorn in front of him, at first puzzled by his question. "A Gathering?" An idea struck in his mind, and thought to play this through with some hope that it maybe another brony. If he wasn't, then mistakes were made. "You mean like a large party with your friends that involved games, food and strange color drinks?" Codex relpied, raising his brow.

(OOC: Mind if I join in? I'm going with my actual tag Codex Writer.) "Uh, my head... last time I go crazy at my first meetup. I'll save it for the next one." Codex replied, trying to rub the back of his head. He felt something strange, pulling back his arm to see his.... Hoof? "Great, now I've really lost my mind." a few seconds pasted before his finally realized, then panicked like mad, running through the woods. Tripping over his other hooves, Codex rolled and crashed into a nearby tree, leavings falling to the ground. "Hello! Is Anypony here? Heloooooo?" A voice shouted out. His head stuck out of the pile, ears perked. "Hello?"

The two guards at the door were bewildered by the small and sudden snow fall. Their burgandy merryweather helms and matching armor gave off a dark glow to counter their grey sleeves and saddles, the Ministry emblem perfectly squared across their chest just as Haybrun and Greed arrived at the base of the steps. "Papers please." One of the guards asked, extending his hoof to the two. Haybrun pulls out a small black leather notepad, inside it was everything about him, including his place of birth and brief family history. "Everything should be order. As you haven't noticed, my advisor and I are running late for the officer's meeting here tonight." "Of Course sir, just as soon as I see his papers we'll let you on your way." He replied, turning to Greed.

(OOC: I'm gonna take to the night of the heist, just to get us moving again.) The night had befallen upon the city as the ragtag group approached the Ministry Square. Standing before them was the building itself with the Royal banners fluttering in the cool evening breeze. The Ministry seemed to be on high alert with the increased number of guards patrolling the perimeter and roof top. "Alright. Do we all remember the plan? If you don't I'll run it through again. I will be 'attending' the officers summit on the second floor with Mr. Greed. Our good friend Bowie and his friend will take care of the guards atop the building quietly. Once they find an opening, they'll signal the rest of you to go in. From there, take copies of the archives and get out as quick as you can. Should anything go wrong, it's every pony for themselves. Understand?" Haybrun informed the group.

"I'll stick around for a few rounds, Mr. Lucky. I'm a dead horse anyway if this gets out." Haybrun replied, pulling out a deck of cards from a drawer near by. "Greed, are you and any of your friends in?"

"I'm still concerned about your friends here Greed. The Ministry's Guards aren't like the ones you've encountered back at Canterlot. They're a bit more agressive and can be ruthless when it comes to intruders, let alone officers such as myself." He informed him, knowing from experience. "If you plan to do it during the changing of the guard, you better be as quick as the wind; they spare no expense and they usually arrive earlier than schedueled."

(Ok, With Sivler being AFRP for a while, I'll set up a batting order on how we do this. Basically, it will start with me, then Greed, followed by Sev and lastly Silver. Also, If anyone is going to have other characthers perform in anothers post, please consult them in your OOC posts. On the bright side, Murry finally got a camera to 'film' the rest of the RP, so we will start up soon.)

(Alright, take five. Murray, turn the camera off.... what.... what do you mean we don't have a camera.... well, derp.)

[OOC: (we should let silver get a say in this, just to be fair)]

Later that evening, the only ponies left in the entire camp was Haybrun, Greed and his colleges, Bowie and Lucky. The rest had left for Fort Orchard that afternoon. The dinner looked incredable and the soup smelled devine. "My compliments to the cooks for such a fine meal." Haybrun raised a glass to Gluttony and Lucky. The rest raised theirs as well. "Now, about those blueprints?" Greed inquired, a touch of annoyance in his speech. "Oh yes, of course." Haybrun pulled out a large folded map from this satchel where is pipe was stashed and laid it on the table. He unfolded the map, reveailing every last detail of the Ministry from top to bottom. "The archives will be on the fourth floor, but will be heavily guarded by the Ministry's best soldiers and keen sharpshooters on the roof. I trust you'll have a plan on getting in without being detected?"