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  1. Rue scrambled onto her belly, but stopped short of climbing to her feet. The train was still spinning, after all. The ringing in her ears didn't help matters either. Despite her panic, Rue had enough wits about her to know she needed a moment to recover. Fortunately, her friends provided. Although she couldn't make out the words, she could see Kite puffing her chest and acting the hero, Thistle buzzing about, her face contorted into rage, and Blaze deploying one of her fancy tricks. This wouldn't be enough, Rue knew. She had seen what Cutlass could do, and she didn't want to think about what she could achieve with backup. They wouldn't best Cutlass, but maybe the time and distraction would be enough, thought Rue.

    The prone filly checked herself for wounds. A few minor cuts and bruises -- nothing major, except... Rue's ear twitched. Through the ringing, the sounds of the scuffle slowly came to her attention, and the voice she had dreaded to hear -- Cutlass'. While she wasn't fully intelligible above the din, Rue got the gist. Cutlass was using her friends as leverage. 'A dirty trick,' thought Rue, 'now she's fighting on MY territory.'

    Camly, Rue twisted to lick her wounds. They hardly needed this attention. Rue was more interested in the payload she had prepared. Beneath her crushed saddlebag lie a spot of silver -- a second dose of mercury she had perpared for Cutlass. It was Rue's special thanks for Cutlass ruining her family vacation -- an interruption which keyed Rue into the need for this protection in the first place. Rue lapped the mercury from her fur, and turned back to Cutlass. Good, she was blabbing away, probably wasting her time with a taunt instead of sealing the deal, but facing Rue either way. Rue grinned "You should have stuck to violence, idiot."

    Rue sprayed her mouth's contents through her teeth, coating her nemeses face in a fine silver mist. "Know that smell? It's familiar, I'm sure. That's leverage. Something we share now. Rue turned her head and spit out a few more drops. "This stuff is disgusting. I can see why you're pissed. Well, that and the fact that your skin itched and burned, and from the looks of it, peeled away. Still does, I'm sure. Saw firecracker there go through the same thing. And it lingers don't it? Well, and unfortunately for you, it also builds up. We're talking hair and tooth loss. Heck, it might even take your hooves. Rue ducked her head, ears flat against her skull, bracing to be struck.

    "Wait wait! I mentioned leverage. There's a cure for this. Magical." Rue reached back and fished two vials from her saddlebag, uncorked one, and emptied it into her mouth. The other one, of course, is one ingredient shy of a full cure. The vial floated over to Cutlass. "You can hold on to that. You're months away from figuring out that last ingredient. At least, that's how long it took me and my teacher to figure out. Don't figure you'll be walking at that point anymore."

    Unsteadily, Rue climbed to her feet and shook her body clean of debris, then glanced around the cabin. Spotting the hole in the ceiling (or was it the floor?) she remarked "Took the kid for a tour huh? Heh, she'll be fine. Got bones o' rubber, that one." The others, however, Rue wasn't so sure about. "If you want the cure, you'll let my friends go, WITHOUT tailing them. Including her." Rue poked a hoof at Blaze-Bright. She rubbed her chin for a moment in thought, then added "Let them get the final ingredient. That way I'll know they're safe. Here..." Rue knelt and produced a quill and parchement from her dry saddlebag, and wrote on it the words "HERB REVERENT, IF MEAN -- KEEN WOE" then floated it over to Blaze's saddlebag. "She knows my Cipher. When she comes to, she'll know what it means, and know how to find the ingredient."

    Climbing back on to her feet, Rue said plainly "As for me, you can have me. You don't have to worry about ME running to tell daddy about this. I've got a million bits that says you'll do that yourself. Or should I say he does? His name is Maximilian Rockefilly, billionaire mogul. Deliver me safely, and he'll make sure you're set for life."

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  2. hi hi

    Well scientifically speaking, using the votes from this favorite contest to determine the least favorite episode is definitely denying the antecedent. If voting for an episode means you like it, doest follow that not voting for an episode means you don't like it.

    By that methodology, an episode that had one person vote 10/10 and nine people vote 0/10 would beat an episode where ten people voted 9/10.

    Yes, that occured to me, without all the fancy language. It's all just for fun.

  3. Argh, is there a way to post in this thread without having to unfollow it everytime? Like apermanent unfollow? I forget, then i come back to 432463278943261473289463278493627483267289463278463274325814561566155646454615454661545461545461655463165544165544631654453661543465651346546513464556346 notifications.

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