Blueblood

Queen Haven clucked with sympathy, like a mother hen. It was not exactly slander to say that Pegasi could exhibit birdlike characteristics when their guard was down, though the displays when they happened were rarely dignified, and thus Haven was usually careful to keep them private. "Oh, yes... I have often wondered if it was a good idea to open such a direct channel for instant feedback from the populace... I imagine there are a lot of them who are going to vent at you. I do hope you won't take them too seriously, unless they actually bother to send a physical letter or something else requiring effort and forethought. Then we'll have to keep a list of names..." It was hard, in these modern times, to balance concerns for the safety and sanity for one's offspring. "Also, hoof-gilding? I had no idea that made for such interesting viewing." Out of touch as she may be with the younger folks, Haven did have a savvy sense of the established media landscape, and how unlikely it was to meet her on her own terms for the next week or two. But there had to be some opportunity- aha! "That famous tennis player, Flick Ray? He's been making a lot of noise about his new show, First Serve. I think a long, unrestricted, and non-adversarial interview with a large audience is just what we need. Just to have some place to refer any further questioners if they want our side of the story. Besides that... a blitz of public relations work. Hm, I don't suppose you could call your friends back up to Zephyr Heights to help out with that?"

Haven was pleased at her daughter's enthusiasm, though she had her own personal doubts as to whether things would go as smoothly as Pipp was confident that they would. But... experience would be a better teacher than a mother's words on a headstrong daughter. And maybe she was right after all. Only one way to find out, and it was quite true that some kind of shakeup was needed in the Palace. "Well, consider this your Official Royal Duty, then. I look forward to seeing how you do." She shot a look of acknowledgment and pride over to her younger daughter, knowing full well that Pipp really had not had enough of that, all things considered. Being not in line, therefore a perpetual princess, had its perks, but that also meant that any royal duties, and thus quality time with the Queen, fell unevenly between her and Zipp.

Hanabi's revelation was enough to provoke a genuine reaction out of Yin, a full startle and whinny, eyes wide with surprise and fascination. "WHAAAAAA? You gotta be foxing kidding me, bro! You had this beauty following you all along and didn't introduce me?" "After you fell asleep the second time I tried to bring you out to the forest, I figured you were just bored." Yin raised a hoof as if to make a rejoinder, but lowered it with a shrug. "Uh, yeah, fair, I was. In my defense, you're exhausting to be around, you know? Did you let these poor girls sleep on the way over?" She gave a cheeky grin. "Or did they not let you?" Feng, for his part, was becoming inured to the teasing, returning to his old pattern of banter with his sister. "Yup, Rongyu snores like the village lumberjack. Sadly, there were no frogs to slip in her bed as a reprimand this time." It seemed to be a time of shedding disguises, and the 'dutiful captain' poise that Feng wrapped himself in like a suit of platemail was discarded on the floor, revealing a longma that could just as well have been an ambitious Triad enforcer as a law-enforcing guard. "Well, besides that, you do know how to pick 'em. Magic, cooking, and muscles; that'll get you pretty far in life. And if you're aiming for a high-level snatch, I suppose bringing the former kidnapper of an Emperor's consort's about as good as you can get." Yin nodded, almost respectfully, in Hanabi's direction. Given her profession, she was not one to hold any such act against her. With his new, or rather reassumption of an old attitude, Rongyu's concubine remark didn't fluster Feng as much as it previously had. "Eh, still sounds better than cleaning the latrine with a toothbrush, which you'll be doing if I hear another smart remark from you. Hup, food's here!" The bell by the bucket was ringing, signaling Yin and Feng to work the pully to haul up multiple buckets of steaming wide rice noodles, veggies, and seafood, cooked according to no recipe in particular by a little hole-in-the-wall place next to the apartment block. Which meant, of course, that it was one of the most delicious things that any of them would have tasted in their entire life. Never mind how much MSG had to be used to create that unique tang. "I ordered 5, that should be enough right?" Yin directed her remark towards 'Shirayatsu', as if her disguise wasn't present at all and she guessed her true nature.

Non-pegasus guards? That was an idea that would never have occurred to Queen Haven, and on that account she was half tempted to gently dismiss it. On second thought, however, she had to admit, it would certainly show the Crown's commitment to a new way. Political complications were... honestly unavoidable under the circumstances, so it benefitted her overall to swell the numbers on her side. "That... is a very interesting idea. I wonder how many volunteers we would get; it is by no means an easy ask to leave one's old life behind for a new one." One thing she hoped Pipp could empathize with, considering how little she wanted to leave her own. "Certainly, though, I don't see any harm in extending the invitation, however many come." Not to mention, now that she thought about it, unicorn magic could be a rather powerful asset. And Earth Pony strength. Mmm, big strong earth ponies... She blinked. Goodness, all this flight must be making her giddy, she was daydreaming like a lovestruck teen! Best get home as soon as possible. "Nonetheless, a sudden influx of them is bound to cause friction. Friction which, of all of us, you are perhaps best equipped to navigate, with your experience and charisma. Can I count on you to take responsibility of ensuring a smooth integration?"

"I think I will, actually...." A nice, handsome chap, built rugged, yes. That was exactly what Queen Haven needed by her side right now. Would Zipp and Pipp handle her taking a late-life consort well, she mused? It was tough enough at the top without being lonely besides... Coming into the city, she couldn't help but muse on her feelings. Seeing Pipp's new group of friends had driven home to her how... few she had. Really had. Maybe she should carve some time to make some; she was sorely lacking in reliable ponies right now... Speaking of which! "Oh? Strange that he would call you about this..." Haven gave her daughter a sideways look, before blinking with the realization that she herself did not carry a phone with her. So, it made sense that Pipp would take calls. Right? There wasn't any untoward things going on, surely... "Well, discipline may well be called for, but it would be wise to at least give some chance of getting them back in our good graces. If you don't give your ponies anything, they have no reason to not join a rebellion. Which, need I remind you, is the last thing we need right now. The contrite we will give a chance to repent, albeit with lower ranks and harsher duties until sincerity is proved. The rest.... well, we will need a new recruitment drive, I fear. I wonder... where would we find reliable ponies for it?"

The Queen couldn't help but chuckle, taking what levity she could from her daughter. Grave matters weighed down the wings, after all. "I may end up doing the same for long trips; count yourself lucky that you're young." Ah, the 'joys' of aging. Persistent aches, increasing amounts of one's morning spent shoring up the levies of good looks before they all finally caved and one became... old. *Mph, so much for light thoughts...* Seeing the world and its joys go off and leave her behind was a worry she'd never confessed, not even to her daughters, though she suspected she wasn't quite as good at hiding her inner thoughts from them. "Oh, an honor guard? No trouble at all, though our *trusted* guards are a bit of a tight resource. I'll confess I'll sleep better at night myself with you watched over." She knew this whole situation had left her little Pipp feeling rather insecure, like a sheltered mare suddenly thrown onto a scarred and open waste. There was no way out but up and over, but it had been a long time since any of their kind had truly stretched their wings.

This wasn't the first time that Scarlett had heard the story of how Golden Bit and Wind Dancer had met, but until now she'd always only heard it from Windy's perspective. It was good to know that the goodness the younger mare perceived was assuredly demonstrated in the heart of the older patron. As the bride's mother joined their little gaggle to fawn over the dancing of their all-grown-up foals, she spared a wing to give Candy a little handkerchief. "It's alright. Beautiful things can do that to a pony." She said, aglow with maternal wisdom and emotion. The song and dance concluded, to the applause of the spectating audience. Each of them bowed to the reception in turn, before Sky winged his way over to his mother. "We're next on the docket, after which is Windy and her father. Sound alright?" "Of course, son. I've waited a long time for this moment... but please, not too sappy, alright? My poor heart couldn't take it." Sky did in fact have something more upbeat planned for this dance, at least in it's thumping drums that beat almost something like a country dance. But the lyrics themselves were heartfelt expressions of a love for one's mother, that all the ponies around began to stomp their hooves to, and even a few join along to the chorus: "She asked me son when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me? I will make you queen of everything you see! I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease!"

To say that Ambrosia Apple was excited to receive personal magic lessons from the Princess would have been an exaggeration. From the time she'd woken up, she'd been practically vibrating with no sugar added! So much so that Applejack had even taken her along on a few early-morning chores 'To get them jitters out of ya.' Normally disinclined to extra physical effort, the obvious necessity of getting any potential cause for horn-misfires out of her system won uncomplaining compliance. What if a stray spark from her horn burned a hole in Twilight's dress? She'd get mad and never teach her again, and that would be terrible! Yes, there were some lingering worries behind the anticipation, but some honest work, a good and thorough bath, and dressing to the nines in the comfort of her room was enough to settle her to her prettiest and most presentable self. "Uh-huh, your ma-jest-tea." The little filly a little more careful in her speech, as she tended to be on the (sadly few) time when the lavender unicorn paid a visit.

"Uh... uh-uh, but mama's gonna have Auntie Twilight give me lessons!" Though she hated to admit ignorance to what was her rightful unicorn heritage, Amby was pleased as punch that Princess Twilight was personally going to train her magic! How could anything possibly top that! Today was a good day again. As to the teacher's second question, she nodded. "Uh-huh. Mama tells me about Auntie Twilight all the time. Those are the best stories, 'cause mama's in them too!" She paused for a moment, before adding, "Both my mamas!" It was hard to remember sometimes that she was the filly of two super-famous mares; Zappers took after Rainbow and was as close to her as Amby was to Applejack. "But Cadence is good, too... and Celestia... and Luna... oh, and Bluebelle!"

Mama might not have been a unicorn, but she sure knew how to work some magic on her daughter. Like some beneficent ritual, the shower of kisses stemmed the streams of tears, leaving a filly ready to face the day without crying once more. "OK mama!" She said, nuzzling Applejack before stepping back out of the embrace. She was too young to be embarrassed by her emotional displays, so the teacher's reminder of his existence caused no shame to the little princess. Hoof painting, though? That didn't hold much attraction for the filly. "I don't like getting my hooves icky, but mama says once I get better with my horn, I can hold a brush with magic!" Probably in such a way as to splatter paint about the place even more, though. Hopefully she was encouraged to change into a normal smock when creative time came. "Oh, mama reads me stories about Princesses! They're my favorite!" Of course, Equestria being what it was, only half the stories were about things like tea parties with friends, and the other half were about smiting the bad guys. She enjoyed them both, frankly.

"Sane, huh?" Star looked at him, still wondering what counted as sane under the circumstances. "If you can keep your head about you/when others are losing theirs and blaming it on you..." She quoted the old poem under her breath, counting to ten before trusting herself to make a decision. "Right... I don't suppose we can keep you from coming along if you're determined, but you walk up in front of me, alright?" At this point, Star was still more worried about an attack from the rear than in front, especially if this new face proved untrustworthy, but between them taking first blow to the front, and her guarding the back, she was as comfortable as she could be.

Star, too peered at the newcomer with narrowed eyes. "You seem awfully cheerful for a pony that had to have passed by a mountain of corpses to get to us. Especially one so sensitive to the mood of a place as a crystal pony. I don't suppose you'd be willing to give us a name?"

If Star was afraid, she didn't show it. She never showed much of anything, though, so the lack of indication really didn't mean much either way. The hair on the back of her mane was prickling, though, so Ohm was not alone in his impression. Once the trio got some way into the cave, Star signaled for them to halt, and she turned around. "Gonna come out, whoever you are? We're not leaving until you do."

On the way, Star took note of the bodies, trying to determine if these were more suicides or if this was evidence of more physical attacks from the monsters in the cave. "Be good to know what kind of things we're facing, you know. I'd prefer something with a head we can smash in, myself."

Star nodded. "That seems to be the best approach. Did you come armed?" She drew an enormous mace-and-chain off the back of her armor. "Whatever is terrorizing these poor ponies is going to have to answer to Justice." Justice being the name of her weapon, apparently.

Sighing in relief that at least they'd interrupted the fily, Star trotted with a heavy clanking step up to where Noonherb was restraining her. "Calm down; The train is always a better way to get out of here than the grave." She blinked. "What is the problem with this place, why is it so bad? And why are ponies not fleeing from it?"

It would be entirely fair to say that Star was built for robustness rather than speed, and she tended to take that stance as to guard work. It's entirely possible she would have insisted on being sure, had not a situation arose regarding a foal. She knew from the start that she wasn't fast enough to get their herself, so she did the first thing that came to mind; picking up a stone with her wings and throwing it with enough force to knock the knife away. "Get a hold of her, keep her from hurting herself!"

Crusader's nose wrinkled at the stench, but that was her only reaction. "Hm.... Probably should get a shroud for a decent burial, but first... either of you have training in forensic medicine? It would be good to confirm that this was a suicide. That's not the only reason you can see a pony strung up." She spoke as one who had come by that knowledge the hard way.

"I see..." Magenta eyes peered out from behind Scarlet bangs as the sky-blue giantess shook Noonherb's hoof. "My name is Star Crusader. Rank is Captain, but if you're not part of any official chain of command, that shouldn't matter so much." She tilted her head a little, waiting to see if either of them recognized her name... or that of her family. Probably not; her mother was the Duchess of Fet Loch, but she didn't come to the capital much. Always raised a ruckus when she did, though... "I don't see any particular reason why we shouldn't get along; most ponies tend to be fairly nervous around a mare of my size at first." She sighed a bit; a changeling would be able to detect the emotional taste of frustration and regret, for all that Star's face showed neither.

Suicide rates? Not her normal beat, but Crusader wouldn't complain. "If you believe I will be of assistance, I shall be glad to help." Her voice was low, as befit a mare of her stature. Was there Clydesdale stock, somewhere in her ancestry? "The only worry I would have is if my appearance would frighten a pony on the edge to diving off on the wrong side. Your compatriot seemed quite intimidated by my form."

Star Crusader stood in the back of the train, impassive, stoic, and looming. The larger-than usual pegasus mare had been 'volunteered' on this mission, as part of the Queen's effort to get the nobility to actually *do* stuff. Not that Star herself needed much inducement, she was already in the Guard, after all. But it seemed that she would finally get some work that didn't involve just standing around and looking intimidating in heavy armor. "Duty calls, and so we answer." That was all she said, her expression not changing in the least.

Moved; if you want to do FFA AU RP's with this character, he doesn't have to go through full moderation.

On that note, what sort of thread did you want to be your RP debut here?

No problem, happy to help. AU characters also don't need mod approval, either, so you can just put your characters in the OOC section for reference, and use the threads to discuss RP ideas with others.