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Post by laserbolt on Jun 21, 2014 0:30:18 GMT
Laserbolt chuckled to himself. "That's a good waste of dynamite." He walked over to the guards, waving to them. "Hello, sirs. What's the situation?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Jun 27, 2014 2:09:17 GMT
Morpheus grinned widely, then stood up.
"Follow me.
She strode purposefully into an adjacent room filled with all sorts of strange equipment seemingly strung together from junk and old technology like rotary-dial phones or ancient computers.
"Apoc, are we online?"
"Almost."
Morpheus motioned to a recliner as she sat down next to a desk. "Time is always against us. Please, take a seat there."
The lead guard shook his head, gritting his teeth in frustration. "No witnesses, apparently. And no traces. If I hadn't seen the whole thing myself, I'd have said you were just running about over the rooftop for fun or something. Can't make heads or tails of it!"
The other guards were similarly uneasy, and Briar, at least, had the presence of mind to act his part of uneasiness.
The commander sighed. "Well, what's done is done. So much for leads on assassins. Who'd even believe it? The good news is, we think we have a lead on the ones that set the dynamite. Bears all the traces of an anarchic insurgent group called the Green Revolutionaries, crazy fanatics that follow the teaching of some treasonous kook named Sir Green Strokes. Rumor has it he was the friend of Lord Fancy Pants. Can't rightly imagine what that stallion saw in him. Anyhow, pony was a pacifist, but he preached all sorts of anarchy in his books, especially the two most famous ones called My Struggle and The Green Manifesto. I don't know how much of it was just him idly philosophizing and how much was something he actually planned, but he managed to stir up something fierce in the less savory aspects of our society, and some of the bored youths. They started out with peaceful gatherings and Green Rallies, but... well, forgive me for sounding like a conspiracy nut, but I have reason to believe they're planning something big, and I mean end-of-Equestria-as-we-know-it big. They've already taken credit for a few terrorist attacks, one just last year over in the Manehattan subway. I bet they'll be taking credit for this too, soon. At least nopony got hurt... well, I hope."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jun 27, 2014 2:33:32 GMT
Neo Time Turner takes a seat where he is instructed, but for some odd reason his curiosity is yet to be sated. He asks, "What is all of this for anyways?"
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Post by laserbolt on Jun 27, 2014 2:59:45 GMT
"Except for those guys who attacked me. 'course... not too worried about them." Laserbolt shrugged, surveying the wreckage. "So, how long 'til this is all up and running? I'm on a bit of a time budget. I mean, I guess I could walk, but..."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Jun 28, 2014 1:36:43 GMT
Morpheus peered intently at a monitor. "The pill you took is part of a trace program. It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint your location.
At the pony's bewildered look, a shady-looking Earth Pony grinned sarcastically and drawled, "It means buckle your seat belt, Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye-bye."
There was beeping, whirring, buzzing... fading...
He noticed it for the first time. The room... it wasn't... it wasn't right, it didn't work...
Shimmering... graphics-like anomalies...
"Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real?" asked Morpheus quietly, looking at a mirror. Was it always there next to him? Where did it come from? "What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world... and the real world?"
The guard waved a hoof in front of Laserbolt's face. "Hello? The train hasn't stopped since it left Canterlot Station. I talked with the conductor, and he basically said that he's not stopping until he reached Ponyville station, period."
He pointed out the shattered back end of the carriage, showing the quickly-moving tracks. The group was a safe distance away from the hole, of course, and not likely to fall out unless they deliberately jumped.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jun 28, 2014 1:52:48 GMT
He doesn't answer but, Neo Time Turner does stick his hoof out to touch the mirror. When he pulls it back part of the mirror's texture is on his hoof. There are a million things running through his mind, but the one on the top of his mind as the texture of the mirror starts to spread is, 'Why the buck did I stick my hoof in the mirror. Am I going to die?' He panics.
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Post by laserbolt on Jun 28, 2014 2:53:22 GMT
Laserbolt blinked a couple times, then shook his head violently, as if trying to get something out of his mane. "Sorry, officer. Blast must've shook me worse than I thought. Well, guess there's nothing much to do but wait, now. Keep doin' the diarchy proud, good sirs." And with that, he turned, and sat down at one of the train's seats, not too visibly shaken by the events, except for the actual physical evidence left on him- a bit of ash, a scrap or two.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Jun 28, 2014 5:05:28 GMT
Trinity tapped furiously at a keyboard. "It's going into replication."
Morpheus frowned. "Apoc?"
The diamond dog shook his head. "Still nothing."
Cold... so cold...
Morpheus flipped a phone open and tapped it. "Tank, we're going to need a signal soon."
"We've got fibrillation."
"Apoc, location."
"Targeting almost there."
Everywhere... it was everywhere! Covering him! He was silver, he was-!
"It's going into arrest."
"Lock, I've got him."
"Now, Tank. Now!"
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The train finally reached Ponyville about an hour later, drawing a large crowd of shocked ponies staring at the half-wrecked train. Fortunately, nopony had been in the last few carriages, but it was chilling how precise the explosion had been.
But that no longer mattered. Laserbolt had an assignment from Princess Luna Herself.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jun 28, 2014 5:59:45 GMT
Neo comes to inside of some sort of tube like device that he quickly, using his hooves, rips open the top to remove the cover. he sits up on his hunches and removes a device that looks to have been shoved down his throat. While coughing, he looks around, not believing what he is seeing. He thinks in his mind, "What the buck is this?"
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Post by laserbolt on Jun 28, 2014 13:19:37 GMT
Laserbolt stepped off the train, and pushed past the crowd that had gathered. Looking into the crowd, he could see a couple ponies he recognized... The mare who sold apple pastries at the train wreck of a Gala... The pony he used to have a bit of a crush on who worked at Sugar Cube Corner... that brown stallion who was... almost everywhere, now that he thought of it. And... Twilight Sparkle. "Ugh, great." He began trotting quicker, heading straight to the first place he could think that Lyra would be. Bon Bon's Sweet Shop.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Jun 28, 2014 18:50:17 GMT
He was in some sort of capsule filled with disgusting liquid, surrounded by millions, no, BILLIONS of capsules, with mares, stallions, FILLIES AND COLTS, even FOALS in them! Griffons, goats, deer, diamond dogs, zebras, minotaurs... every sentient race he could THINK of, every age, even the elderly and infants...
Far away on the wall across from him, a light went out. There was a gushing sound as orange liquid spilled from a chamber, then a thick, horrifying thump as a dead body slid out of the chamber and into... some sort of...
He felt sick. Disposal chute.
There were strange, metallic - were they robots? - crawling, slithering, hovering and flying all over the place...
It was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
The machine clicked and hissed, scanning his slime-coated and weak body with unblinking red cameras.
A gushing sound...
Oh no. You can't be serious.
Bonbon smiled tiredly from behind the counter as the bell on the door rang with its opening. "Hello, and welcome to B-"
She froze as she saw Laserbolt enter, hesitating for a fraction of a sentence before continuing. "t-to Bonbon's Sweet Shop. How may I help you today?"
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jun 28, 2014 19:06:12 GMT
struggle as he will. struggle as he might the shoot claimed him because of his weakened form. He screamed all the way to the end of the shoot, where he was then promptly dropped into a large watery area. He tries his best now to keep himself above the water. because of his weakened form he was sinking. He wasn't going to let it end like this. eventually he began to sink, but as he did a light appeared over head. He thought, "Is that the light to mean death? Am I really going to die now? I hope for Celestia's sake I am not going to die today." He renewed his sturggles to try and get above the water, but it was useless he was sinking his body not even able to hold his weight up. But then something seams to hit him. I wonder what it could be.
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Post by laserbolt on Jun 29, 2014 2:03:37 GMT
"Hhheeeeey, Bonbon." Laserbolt said slowly, thrown off by her stammer. Usually, as far as he could tell, Bonbon was a pretty big extrovert, so she wasn't just being shy... so it was probably something to do with him. "Have you seen Lyra?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Jun 29, 2014 6:04:05 GMT
All he felt was something, or someone, lifting him out of the water. There was a bright light. A hovercraft?
Yes. A hovercraft. A door opened.
Strong arms. A mare's face.
"Welcome to the real world. We've done it, Trinity. We've found him."
Another familiar face. "I hope you're right."
"I don't have to hope. I know it."
Everything was so bright... fading...
Bonbon put on a nervous smile. "Lyra?"
Her smile faltered, and her voice got quieter. "Lyra?"
She sat down, hard, on her bench, the expression on her face frozen.
"She's... not here," she said, half to herself, tears running down her face.
He was missing something important.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jun 29, 2014 6:39:09 GMT
Neo would soon fall unconscious. All his mind could portray was exhaustion. The last thing he did before he fell unconscious was, smile. Then he faded into an exhausted sleep.
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