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Silver stared into Wrenchy's eyes as she raised the flux glove to Silver's face. He didn't attempt to stop her, he didn't even try to move out of the way. It wouldn't be a problem for Silver to redirect the energy, but he needed Wrenchy to see that he was being sincere. "Look Wrenchy," She started "I-I apologize, I came off harsher than I needed to be. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to demean your invention." Silver gulped visibly he was more afraid of what he was about to say than of the death beam trained on his head. "I chased after you to apologize, and...and offer my help, I'm sure that together we can revise your flux glove and make it usable for every Izzet." What had gotten into Silver, the laziest Izzet running willingly into a dangerous situation because he hurt somepony's feelings. The red mana must be strong in him today. His eyes snapped to look behind him as another pony came through the portal, another mare, this one was quite the timid pony. "I agree with the other mare." He looked Shadowcloak surprised when he mentioned all of Ravnica walking into the den. "That's not my fault, sloppy portal is sloppy. Anypony from House Dimir or the Azurious Senate should be able to reopen a portal like that easy enough. Boros and Gruul Clans could to if they weren't to busy trying to stab everything." Shadowcloak suddenly anger began to flare and the stallion began radiating a strong aura of black and red mana the torches went out and his voice even began to change. Silver just stared at him with the same half lidded expression he's been wearing. Silver has fought Dimir's vamponies, Orzhov's gargoyles, and Rakdos' Demon's, heck he recline back when face to face with Niv-Mizzert...Color Silver not impressed. After Shadowcloak's little personality lapse Silver chuckled at Faithful's little rant. "Silver Charger, not 'whoever that is'." He said.

Shining Armor's entrance surprised GearShift slightly causing the mare to trip ask she turned from the table to see who came in. Luna quickly helped her friend up and turned to address Shining Armor. "It's quite alright Captain," She said looking up from the elastic tubing. She trotted over to Shining Armor "I believe I saw her last in her private study, come let us walk and talk." Luna waved GearShift over to her as they began to their trek. "One second, I need to stabilize this....done!" She lowered her goggles from her face and smiled at Luna and Shining Armor. "Didn't want it to blow up you know." She straightened up her vest and trotted over to Luna. "Shall we?" Luna said as she extend a hoof outward signalling Shining to take the lead. "Tell me, what new evidence have you found?"

Sweet Taffy giggled into her hoof at Dusk's comment and prepared a snappy comeback of her own, but the pony was distracted by something. Taffy followed the pony's eyes to until he saw Silvan and his guard. "You're welcome sugar," she said softly as he took the mug away from her. She sauntered across the room while balancing a tray across her back, he casually trotted past Silvan's table. With a sensual swing of her hips she nonchalantly flicked a small, barely noticeable note to Silvan. Eyes up, watch the pony with the wide brimmed hat. Is all the note said. She continued walking, like she hadn't done anything at all. Soon Taffy had returned the dishes and was back out working the floor and interacting with the guests.

A gundam crossover would be good. Or an Air Gear crossover!

Charger's throat was quickly about to make friends several pointy objects, but he just stared at the assassins lazily. He face showed no signs of fear, rather a small twinge of annoyance was noticeable on his face. This sort of thing happened way to often to Silver after he started working directly under Niv-Mizzet, the stallion didn't know if it was good or bad that he was use to facing down death. Luckily the situation didn't escalate, Shadowcloak called his dogs off. "Nice to see that we can solve this without turning this room into a slaughter house," he said dryly as he trotted past the werewolves, red and blue lightning jumped between his coat and their blades as he cancelled his spells, though he allowed Azumeril to remain at the ready. He saw Wrenchy standing near near Shadowcloak and breathed a mental sigh.

This is hilarious and I saved that picture.

GearShift had been awake all night with Princess Luna. The two were going the specs for a very peculiar device that the princesses had ask her to create for them. For six months she had been shacked up in the castle working day in and day out to create a portable device that could mimic teleportation. The implication of teleportation for everypony both fascinated and frightened her, but in the name of scientific advancement she took the offer. She mostly worked on the project with Luna and during the time they were together they became good friends. GearShift proved herself to be more genius and resourceful with everyday that passed. And Luna proved herself capable of understand and even placing forth suggestions during the brainstorm session, if asked GearShift would say they both went in 50-50 on the project. Today had proven to be a particularly productive day, the device actually managed to teleport itself and come back in one piece, problem was that it only managed to do it once before it burnt out its power source and anything that teleported with it would be burned to a crisp. Like the flowers around it, this is probably way Celestia didn't want them to experimenting in the royal gardens. "Ugh, So close, fooling with this device is proving most stressful." Luna huffed as the the device returned to normal space. "Well that's science for you," GearShift said staring at the steaming metal orb in front of her. "At least it went somewhere this time." "True. GearShift, what do you think the problem was?" Luna sprays a burst of snowy wind at the device. "Well, from the looks of things i'd say that there is just too much power flowing through it. Copper wiring can only handle so much then when the wiring can't handle anymore the device overloads and purges the excess energy as heat..." Tapping her hoof on her chin, an idea strikes her. "Any Ideas?" "Yeah actually. We can try crushing gems into powder and mixing them with a binding agent to create a gel then, charge the gel with lightning and run it through elastomer tubing. That should stop the overloading. Then, as a fail safe, we enchant the device itself with a cold plasma field to cool any heat that does discharge." Luna stared at her friend in awe, it was unbelievable to the alicorn that such a sharp young mare didn't have any official credentials, but then again she remembered how rigid scholars could be and how they could easily turn down radical ideas like the ones GearShift formed. Luna could do nothing but smirk as she watched the salmon colored mare happily take apart her invention, seeing such a display of magic and skill fascinated Luna it was rare to see a unicorn so talented, in fact she only knew two. The Night Princess trotted over to her friend and began assisting her by crushing gems into powder, they'll probably be working through the night again, but neither mare cared.

Silver chases after Wrenchy, he simply can't let things end in such a bad state. He had been harsh when there was no need, and it was obvious that that She wasn't listening when he told her to use her unique talents. He galloped though the streets of the lower city, trying his best keep up with the distraught mare. He saw that she never looked up the entire time she ran, he'd have to be sure to apologize when he could get her to calm down. She dipped in to a alleyway and Silver heard the crash of two colliding ponies, turning the corner he saw the cloaked pony from the bar helping her up and draping his cloak over her. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to trot up to them, his good mood was short lived though because Boros Legion pegasi appeared over the rooftops yelling assassin and pointing vehemently at Wrenchy. Realization struck him as he put two and two together, he draped his cloak over her to get a moments breather from the Legion. Dammit. He thought as he started to gallop towards them. Shadowcloak's horn began to glow and the wall next to him seemed to be swallowed up by a void of never ending darkness, he grabbed Wrenchy and a pulled her through the darkness with him . The portal collapsed in on itself and left the Legion fliers confused. Silver hid behind a crate while the pegasi searched the alleyway, stomped and pissed the fliers eventually gave up. Silver walked over to the wall where Shadowcloak had opened his portal and ran his hoof across the surface. "Hmm," he said as the residual mana flow reverberated through his mind. He looked around to make sure no Boros were watching, he'd rather not bring them into this. Tapping the bond with his elemental, he duplicated the spell used to created the rip in space time. With his usual calm half lidded expression he stepped though the portal. "WRENCHY!" he yelled as he stepped though. He came out into a large stone room filled to the brimmed werewolves, he rubbed his face with a hoof...This is going to be one of those days.

No sure, can the OP elaborate more?

"He had to die." Was all Soul could bring himself to say. Soul fell back on to the grass and simply stared off into the night. Silvan had already walked off, leaving Soul to his musings. The night truly is beautiful. The thought. His thoughts roamed back to a young fily and a her mother that he rescued a while back. They had remained good friends for several months after he helped them, that is until they were found and killed by the Empire for dissension. The mother was slaughtered in cold blood and the filly was soul shackled and used as a weapon against him. In the end he killed all the imperials, but the filly didn't have the drive to continue, she willingly fell onto Necrosa Tomori and let the weapon drink her soul. She'd rather give herself to me then be hunted for the rest of her life. He clutched his chest as the thoughts and emotions began to cut at him, tonight was the first time he had used her chains to bind another. Soul shifted uncomfortably and decided that It was time he headed back toward his room, tomorrow Soul - No, Sweet Taffy had work had work. *Next Morning* The work day was just beginning, another day another bit. The sun poured into Sweet Taffy's suite and slowly bathed the 'mare' in warm yellow rays. Groggily, she slid herself out of bed and made her way to the redwood counter top vanity mirror. Graceful hooves applied light lavender eyeshadow and groomed her beautiful taupe coat. She combed and brushed her light beige mane until it swooped back back in elegant waves, She finished by applying a small spritz of perfume. She trotted over to the closet and pulled out a caramel colored shirtdress with with a black waist belt. She got dressed quickly, the inn keeper wouldn't tolerate her being tardy too many more times. She made her way down stairs as quickly as she could. She soon arrived in kitchen and storage area of the Inn. "Oh, you're here just in time!" Orion [i named the innkeeper] said. "A stallion with a wide brimmed hat ordered a pint of mead, could you serve him please?" "Sure no problem," she said, her voice coming out smooth as silk. Sweet Taffy trotted over to a wooden barrel, she grabbed up a tray and a mug and balanced the two on her back in an expert display of dexterity. She filled the mug with shining golden mead. She trotted out of the front into the guest area of the lobby and scanned for a pony that met the description the innkeeper gave her. Spotting him immediately (since there were no other ponies yet), she cantered over to him, her gait overflowing with pulchritude. She locked her her soft golden eyes on him and asked with a voice made of cotton. "Did you order the mead sir?"

Have you ever felt like s*** before? Silver hadn't, until now he'd never really cared how other ponies felt, but as he watched his words crush the young inventor's heart his chest began to tighten. Her words stung at him like a fiery dagger, he remembered when he felt the way she did, they were even about the same age. When she thundered out of the bar he reacted the only way he could, without thought and on pure impulse he ran out after her. "Wrenchy! Wait," He held his head low. "Dammit!".....Yep s*** he felt like it. The only other Izzet that talked to him, he just run them away by telling her she wasted her life. If only he could find her He could help, energy flow was his mastery after all.

Name: GearShift (original name was Morning Dew) Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Amber Coat Color:White, with a slight red tint. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style:the Left side of her mane is dull red and the right side is black. The black and red on her tail make sort of a swirl pattern. The tip of her left ear is nicked off. Physique: Tone, but not overtly muscular Cutie Mark: Two intersecting gears Origin/Residence: Born in Stalliongrad, currently residing in Manehattan Nationality: Equestrian Occupation: Inventor, Royal Technomagic Adviser Family: Mother and Father still in Stalliongrad. Motivation: She wants to pioneer a new age of technology (the combination of magic, clockwork and steam), and become a well respected member mechanical engineering field. Likes: Studying/practicing magic and machinery, potatoes, chaos (as in crap being everywhere, and sound dissonance like in a workshop), showing off inventions, lecturing, relaxing. Dislikes: Peace and quiet, close mindedness, empty spaces. Character Summary: Gearshift lived with her parents Red Comet (a pegasus) and Honeydew (a unicorn) in Stalliongrad. Her parents ran a catering business out of stalliongrad for a living, Honeydew specializing in foods that included or was centered around honeydew and Red Comet (self taught stunt flier) providing aerial shows for entertainment. Both her parents tried to get their little filly interested in the business but she'd always run off to her room to tinker. Gearshift was always taking things apart and analyzing them, she was fascinated with technology for as long as she could remember. As she continued to feed her interest the years cultivated her mind allowing her to think with a level of clarity and critical thinking that most ponies lacked. Pretty soon her skill and knowledge of mechanics and basic engineer reached the point where mundane, day to day problem were an easy fix to her, whether it was a something simple like a burst pipe of something complicated like shorted out magitech Gearshift was the filly to call. She once she was secure in her ability to repair, modify and build one thing at a time she decided to attempt to increase her productivity by multitasking. She found she had a natural talent for telekinesis, scanning, diagnostic, and temperature altering spells. At this realization she realized how much magic could compliment her skills, she turned her eyes to the practice of magic and how to apply magic to technology. Within no time Gearshift works practiced to the point where she could telekinetically assemble a watch, scan the piece for flaws, and cut and weld metal for continued construction of the watch all simultaneously. On day there was a emergency at stalliongrad water treatment plant, the system was overloaded because a freeze backed up the piping. No one had the skill or no how to fix the problem and if left alone the pipes would burst and leave the town without running water. Gearshift was on the scene within the hour, she skillfully cut and welded pipes where necessary while replacing, reshaping, reconstructing, and modifying the entire system. At the end of the day the system had been remade to use a Gearshift valve system to shift pressure to a secondary pipe system in case this happens again. After the entire ordeal the young the filly got her cutie mark. Because she always tinkered with machines at all hours of the day for practice her father took to calling her Gearshift as a joke, a name she took to heart. Once she was old enough to leave home she went to canterlot for schooling in mechanical and magical engineering. She exceeled in most fields but never graduated because of her off the wall radical thinking and "impractical" theories. She told her family of her failure and she was offered a place at home and in her parents business. She politely refused and opted to move to Manehattan where she would try and set up base for a repair business (The business sole purpose is to fund her while she travels across equestria gathering inspiration for her inventions). One day she plans on returning to her professor in Canterlot with a million inventions that will change the world, all made from her impractical ideas. During her years of travel and research she has become quite well known in equestria and has gathered many high profile contacts such as Fancy Pants, Filthy Rich, and even Princess Luna. Currently she has been employed by Celestia and Luna as a Royal Technomagic Adviser. At the moment she is the only known technomancer in Equestria, one can find the most advance technology in the nation in her travel caravan. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gearshift, was never a pony to have many friends but she was far from anti social the opposite actually. The problem was that most ponies didnt understand half of what came out of her mouth and were somewhat intimidated by her intellect. Because of this she's become somewhat with drawn finding comfort and companionship in machines.

Silver chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of head awkwardly. "Well umm, you aren't really privy to the information. But I work directly for Niv, before I got where I am now I was going to become the head of energy flow research and the adviser to elemental conjuring and weird creation." Other than his adoptive father Steam Charger this was the most he had ever talked to any other Izzet. He thought back on what he had seen of Wrenchy and he instantly knew the how to help her, though it would probably break her heart. "Your flux glove is worthless to the guild," he said dryly. "It's not the machine, It's flawless engineering. The problem is flux itself." He began to explain. "You see flux, red and blue mana, is naturally unstable and will always be unstable as long as it's together, It can't be help." He then lifted up her gauntlet with the gem on it and inspected it, he analyzed the entire system powering the flux glove with a quick glance over. "You talk to elementals, a rare gift, when you can hear one in your mind it means you mana pools are linked. This works because the elemental bonded your power source keeps the blue mana and red mana seperated." He looked at Wrenchy and sighed. "This can't be reproduced because the elemental bounded to it has to have somewhere to drain the extra mana, in your case it would be to you." He shook his head. "Sorry, but that's why they can't figure it out." He looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Don't worry about it too much, instead use your unique talents to raise through the guild and help more directly with things that only you can do."

Silvan's intuition surprised him, had he figured out the one of the powers of his Aishanidari or had he taken a blind gamble? No matter, the short duel was over and both ponies were somewhat settling down. Soul lay with his back to the earth and his eyes to the clouds. He continued to absorb what he had gathered from the prince in the duel. Though unable to match him in combat, Silvan's blades struck true and his eyes burned with righteous passion. Silvan embodied the very traits that Soul had been brought up and trained to honor; Traits that were no longer respected in the Empire. He thought long and hard in the short moment he lay there. the Empress' son was exiled. This had several implications to him, first was that the Empress was associated with The Night Children same as he, so the fact that Silvan yet lived means that he is no way a threat to the plans of the Specter. Second was that his Nightingale guard would have to be a deserter, all of them were suppose to be Tov'Kin to the Empress. This told him that Silvan was of such character that he could call loyalty to himself even from those held by great bounds. Soul was thoroughly impressed. "No, not to show you," He said as he sat up and pushed back his hood. "To show me, I've learned through blood that words can be hollow. I had to know that you were trustworthy." His light beige mane caught the wind revealing his golden eyes. The fire was gone from his eyes, instead he wore a mask of indifference. "Only half correct, I think the whole of the Empire is corrupt." He looked off into the night and closed his eyes. He let himself relive a some segment of his life that would burn at him forever. Soul Slasher took a deep breath and bite his bottom lip, now was not the time to sink into the past. Though he allowed himself to shed a single tear in respect for the dead. Soul watched as Silvan let his mane fly loose, a sign of the stallion's rebirth. "Yes, we have a deal," he said as he nodded at Silvan. He face grew stern as he drew in breath to introduce him self. "I am Soul Slasher, son of General Honor Bound." He coated his father's name in venom. Even though he was an outcast and deemed a traitor to the Empire he never feared speaking his name.

He felt everything on a level that could never truly be explained in words love and despair flooded Soul as the emotions became associated with with different words and images. In that moment he understood more about Silvan than any other pony he had let live. He saw his father,and his brother burials, felt the sadness and the disdain for his mother and sister. So much, it hit him hard, this was the first time Soul Slasher had used the Necrosa Tomori's power that way, but it was well worth it. He lay there on his back on the grass, eyes locked with Silvan as the emotions associated with their lives flowed free. Soul Slasher dispelled the chains around Silvan's legs and sent his Aishanidari into the ether. "I envy you," he said laying there on his back. "My father was a monster, and I know nothing of my mother." he said sadly, letting his mind wonder. He mused on the subject, Silvan wasn't with the empire anymore, exiled his power was non existent. His heart was also pure, but strengthened by the acceptance of his faults and a life that knows pains. He had no reason to kill him.

Silvan's agility was spot on, as he dodged Soul Slasher's strike. Soul Slasher hadn't expected to contact anything anyway; however the dodge was impressive few had the skill to defend against his speed. Still he had cunning though. "So the Empress' child disappoints and gets disowned because he shows compassion to those in his charge instead of stomping on them like maggots," Necrosa Timori's ghostly blade slid effortlessly into the earth where Silvan once stood. He allowed himself to be carried by the momentum as he called his weapon back into the plane of the living. "Those whose role is to nurture and lick our wounds often make the deepest cuts." he said in an understanding tone. Soul Slasher had felt the cold sting of a parents betrayal, it was a thing that left a scar on ones very being...He could feel the passion in behind the Princes's words and knew them to be true. The prince had taken the feint, with his weapon solid and plenty of forward momentum he could use it to pole vault over the incoming cross slash. Now on the other side of the charging prince and looking at his back side he shifted his weapon into the spirit plane again, "Troubled souls are chained to this word!" he declared as he ripped the ghost scythe from the ground calling up phantom chains to grab at the prince's legs. He landed on his back, as the chains sped toward Silvan, Soul Slasher lashed out with a wide slash from his scythe in an attempt to take the legs out from under his opponent. "So if not for the Empire, why are you out here?" He yelled through a grunt. "Your stride has purpose, meaning, what do you seek?" He asked as both of his attacks closed in on Silvan.

This cloaked pony, Shadowcloak, spoke up before he even had a chance to open his mouth. "Whatcha mean slow on the draw?" he said to the gem on his gauntlet. He watched as the cloaked pony simply cut into the conversation much to the chagrin of Wrency. At least he learned her name before whatever he said pissed the mare off. She kicked Shadowcloak to the floor and leveled her flux glove at the pony who in turn raises a dagger to her throat which became a bouquet of flowers. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Was Charger's only response. "So you have trouble controlling the stability of energy in subsequent attempts to replicate your invention?" He asks awkwardly in an to bring tempers back in line. "Now that that's over," He said looking at Wrency. "I'm Silver Charger, nice to meet you." He extended a hoof out for a friendly shake.

He could understand the prince's feelings, but Soul Slasher was a warrior. Words were hollow to him, in his heart he believed truth lay in battle. "This...Is a battle of understanding," Soul Slasher said. "I don't seek to sate my blade's hunger, only to gather truths and test the purity of your soul." Both ponies eyed each other relaxed but ready for anything. Soul Slasher studied Silvan's stance, the Prince was well learn, he could see that this fight would be fierce. He'd have to play to his strengths, unpredictably. He raised his scythe high and dashed forward, propelled by the powerful muscles sculpted through years of combat. He prepared a powerful strike as he flew forward causing his blade to pulse with bluish white wisps. He reached the prince, and stared into his eyes as he feed his opponent his feeling of murderous intent. "You claim to no longer be a successor to the throne, what changed?!" he bellowed, his voice burning with the passion of battle. Soul Slasher brought his Scythe down on Silvan, but unbeknownst to the prince the attack was ethereal, the blade would simply pass through him doing no physical harm, a feint in a way.

He studied the prince for a moment before finally speaking up. "No, we are all fallible." He said. "Nopony is perfect." He stared into Silvan's eyes, sizing up the pony. The revelation that he was no longer in line to a successor to the throne caught him off guard. "If what you say is true, what is your business out here and why does a Nightingale still accompany you?" Soul Slasher held out his right front hoof and called out to his weapon. The grass around him began to wither and die, each blade turning brown then grey until it could do nothing but blow away in the wind. A long black pole materialized in front of Soul Slasher's hoof, dreadful energy flowed from the pole spreading dread across. The blade of his scythe materialize in a flash of golden fire, a cocaphony of tortured ghostly wails filled the air, everypony every felled by the blade song in concert. He leveled the terrible weapon at Silvan, ethereal wisps of grey smoke rose from the blade of the weapon in a constant ballet of trapped and mangled souls. He sensed the same sincerity and purity from Silvan's soul that he did before when he studied him. To Soul Slasher, there was only one way to truly test the merits of one's heart though, his magical sense could be fooled, but the feelings shared between foes locked in mortal combat could never be falsified. The truth would not escape him. "Call your blade." He said calmly.

He'd watched him closely all night, waiting for this moment. Silvan had left his guard as was now alone. He listened in on what he assumed was a very personal outward monologue for the pegasus. Though standing in the open the Terror of Death rune allowed him to remain to undetected, combined with honed natural stealth skills he was hidden from both the natural senses and magical senses. He had the decency to allow Silvan to finish his self reflection before he revealed himself. He seemed to emerge from the shadow as the magic that kept him hidden faded away. "Silvan," he said, his eyes burning gold in the darkness. "We need to talk."

A cloaked pegasus sat quietly in the lobby of the inn. The pony had nothing better to do at the moment other then to bide his time in idleness until his next "job" was revealed to him. Swiping his hoof across his head, he pull back the hood of his beige cloak; a light-beige mane fell over the face of a taupe colored stallion, just barely obscuring his golden yellow eyes from view. The stallion closed his eyes in elation as he sniffed in the delicate smell of his hard cider, oh how he loved his lazy days. He raised his tankard up to his mouth and prepare to down the entire thing in a single swig- He heard the sounds of ponies falling to there knees as if some great burden had befallen every single mare and stallion present. He cocked his right ear to try and find the source of disturbance. A distinguished looking pegasus pony casually strutted through the doors of the inn and in his tow was what as obviously one of the empires Nightingales and some scrawny earth pony, but the pegasus is who really caught his attention. The taupe pony's eyes nearly popped out of his head as realization hit him. That's Silvan Dragoran, Prince of Ravens. What is he doing out here? He questioned. He watched with shining yellow eyes as Silvan stepped up to the innkeeper and paid for room and board for his party. It appears that they will be staying here for the night, a blessing in disguise. Soul Slasher tapped his bond with his aishanidari to access what small amount of power from its rune he could channel from it at such a range. His eyes glowed dimly and true to his name he peered into Silvan's soul, he was taken aback, not from the atrocities the stallion had commited, but by the sanctity of his spirit. He sensed nothing corrupt about the stallion he had done bad things, but he regretted them. He wasn't like other imperials, but he was still and enemy, he wouldn't make a lethal move against him without an order from The Night Children, but he did intend on cornering and questioning the stallion. He stood up and began to trot away to his room, he needed to prepare for tonight. Inebriation could wait.

Charger trotted over to Wrench and unceremoniously lifted up her front right hoof to begin examining her flux glove. "Through a dragon you say," Charger chuckles to himself quietly. Niv-Mizzert is the only dragon anyone's seen in thousands of years. He thought, but it's pretty common for ponies to mistake drakes or wurms for dragons. He turned the device over a few times in his hooves. "This is marvelous, I should look at my fellow Izzet more if they are staring to make advances in energy control like this." The gem comes to life once more and speaks directly into his mind. "Since when have I cared about what was rude?" He said to no one in particular. "Ok fine." "You created this right, What's your name?"

"That's it," GearShift said as she turned to face Neon. "Neon, what's bothering you? Not even thirty minutes ago you were jumping happily as you told me about glow sticks." She said as she stared into Neon's eyes.

"Oh free? My favorite price!" Charger took a mushroom and popped it into his mouth he shivered a little at it powerful taste. "Whoa, these crazy good." The gem on his gauntlet started to pulse "Stop being like that, you already know you can't eat anyway," He said with a full mouth. "Bar Keep, how about a full order of those stuffed mushrooms and a mead?" The gem on Chargers mushroom started to flip out and flash wildly. "Well excuse me for being biologic Azumeril," He said with a snicker. "P.s. I'm doing this to spite you." Silver Charger notices the Boros stallion eyeing everyone in the room intently. His face is scowling ever so slightly, he looks to him then to the firearm he carries then to the other Izzet pony. Realization hits him like a ton of bricks and he finally sees what was so funny. Charger can't help but burst into laughter while staring directly at Pantheon.