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Dusk took a step back. This was sudden. She looked at him, shocked. Then her face resolved. She was not going to be like those ponies in Fillydelphia. She threw her forelegs around him. [colour=#4b0082]"Hey there... It's gonna be fine. What happened?"[/colour]

[colour=#4b0082]"Oh!" [/colour]She didnt really expect anypony to be in that building. [colour=#4b0082]"Hi there. Are you a member of the Apple Family?"[/colour]

Dusk Fade had been having a horrible day. It was her first day in Ponyville after her job in Fillydelphia fired her. She had gotten a job on the delivery team despite being a unicorn. She could thank her friend Derpy for that... Anyway, she resettled her saddlebags on her deep purple coat and approached Apple Acres, her first delivery. She walked up to what might have been a house, or a barn, she couldnt tell. It was big and red. She knocked on the unusually large front door. [colour=#4B0082]"Um, hello? Anypony?!"[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"I agree..." [/colour] Forte said as he looked into the nearby woods.. Meanwhile, the grey colt unicorn eyed the mare and stallion from the shadows. [colour=#808080]"Those fools! They dont know what they have, them... We know what it is, us. We wants it..." [/colour]He then slunk back into the forest.

[colour=#282828]Equestria has changed. Magic has lost its power over the land. Unicorns can still use magic, but for some reason, nature has began to run on its own. The princess, in her everlasting wisdom, set up a government, though this government is really just a symbol. Ponies go on with their everyday lives, some barely even aware there was a change. Until, that is, the technology began growing. Equestria is now a model of high tech civilization. Large cities stand where fields once were. Air cars and gravrails provide transport were carts and trains once did. Bots take care of most food production, cranking out soysynth, which can be molded into a synthetic version of any food imaginable. Bots also take care of most other jobs, and terminals, high tech computers with voice recognition and primarily verbal interactivity, take care of running the bots. If you weren't a scientist, an engineer, or a politician, you live off the Dole, a government service that takes advantage of the abundance and provides basic needs for everypony. Y-energy, a cheap, clean, portable energy source, is used to power everything, from homes to entire cities. Y-energy cones have become commonplace. Even Mother Nature has been made obsolete, with the development of genemods. These in utero modifications are purchased by hopeful parents, and can change anything from how the foal looks to it's physical and magical abilities, even personality factors and intelligence.[/colour] [colour=#282828]And this is where you stand. You are in the lobby of a genemod clinic, about to go in for a consultation on what genemods you may wish to purchase for your foal.[/colour] [colour=#282828]A nurse comes out and brings you into the doctors office, where you and your spouse sit on two chairs opposite the doctor.[/colour] [colour=#282828]"So, what can I do for you two?"[/colour]

Forte is a trombonist. How will this work?

[colour=#008000]"If you say so... Was it just me, or did something seem odd to you about that grey colt? That was following the blacksmith?"[/colour]

Moon Stone kept moving despite the coming night. Years of survival has taught him to be active at all parts of the day, taking hour naps along the way. He was walking along, when suddenly the entire forest fell silent. He stopped, looking around. This had never happened before. What was happening to his forest?

[colour=#008000]"That could be a problem. You know your parents asked me to keep you safe. Destroying that ring could prove to be quite dangerous."[/colour]

(Did this thread die? )

(Great, so Forte is gonna become a third wheel. Haha, nah, thats fine. Alright, lets get back to the RP, shall we?) After Witty scowled, Forte grew even more uneasy about the mare. What was she hiding?

Moon Stone had been walking all morning, and stopped for lunch. Since he had lived in the forest his whole life, he had no aversion to hunting and eating meat. He quickly tracked and killed a squirrel, using his magic to fling one of his knives with expert aim. He cooked it in a magically conjured fire, and sat down to eat. It was then that he noticed the paper on the tree. Not feeling like getting up from his meal, he pulled it towards him. It was a crude picture of a forest, with what looked like a tall stallion in the center. Moon Stone found the picture odd. He had never seen anypony that tall when he spied on Ponyville, and there werent any creatures in the forest that looked like that. But he knew one thing from the picture. Somepony else was in his forest, and he didnt take kindly to visitors. He packed up, put out the fire, slipped the picture in his belt, and set off again for the supposed cabin in the center.

As Tipper leaves, Forte returns to his work.[colour=#008000] "And this is the price I pay for working in a brand new field.."[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"I apologize sir, but we cannot."[/colour]

In the late morning, Key #2: Moon Stone wakes up. He has lived by himself in the Everfree forest all his life, ever since he was a little foal. He has been seperated from all of pony kind, and as such, he is very different. His magic skills, honed by survival instinct and practice, are very high, allowing him to do things most other unicorns can't. He wakes up in the late morning, shaking his dark grey mane free of dirt. It seems to be a clear day on the south-eastern corner, near Ponyville. He often spies on the town from within the forest, magically enhancing his vision. He heard a few ponies talking about this cottage in the middle of what he feels to be his forest, and he has decided to help him out. He only carries 3 bone knives on a belt made from squirrel leather, but he has hundreds of other ones scattered and hidden throughout the forest. He stands up, drinks from the nearby stream, and heads out into the heart of the forest.

(Okay, I guess. Would you bring another character in, or would it be between Witty and one of us?)

No, Rainbow is defiantly trumpet. It is loud, it's used in a butt ton of music, and the stereotypical trumpet personality of thinking that they are better than everyone else suits her.

(Depends, shipping between whom?)

[colour=#008000]"Oh, I apologize. Genemods can not be added after birth, they are only to engineer specific traits in the womb."[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"Your what? Sir, this is a genemod lab. If you are not here for a genemod consultation, then I must ask you to leave."[/colour]

It took Forte a moment to notice the stallion. [colour=#008000]"Oh, hello. Are you here for a genemod consultation?"[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"Maybe... What will we do if they cant destroy it? You know how hard magic can be to rid yourself of..." [/colour]He looked down at zakrii, his sword.

That is amazing. Who is that on trombone and trumpet? I'm a trombone player myself. And when I was thinking this, I was just thinking wind instruments, since we dont have an orchestra class at my school.

The piccolo is too high, too shrill for Fluttershy, I think. I picked the oboe for Rarity because I figured the solo opportunities and being in the spotlight would appeal to her. I like the idea of Pinkie on tuba, though.

The grey colt dashed off into the night. Forte placed his wing over his sword, a unique weapon made from a magical alloy. [colour=#008000]"I could feel it too, but something about it... It was compelling."[/colour]