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Post by wanderingmagus on May 7, 2014 18:20:32 GMT
Shade could feel the earth and air resonate with magic as she watched and waited.
kwe, kwe, na-to-ra, ye shall understand... the unearthly crystal branches of the ancient Tree seemed to whisper.
Mist was slowly forming in the darkened glade, the comforting shadows flickering upon the soft grass. The sounds of the gentle breeze and flowing river, bubbling spring and sighing grass, seemed to meld into a single song, beautiful and mysterious as midnight.
Images came to the mind, of a tree of endless possibilities, of a single change, of a purple unicorn who did not go where fate intended... a darkened branch, as chaos spread unfettered across a helpless world...
Centuries come and go, and races meld together, and communities form... a five-headed Dragon Goddess, a beautiful Changeling Queen... Six Elements, upside-down and pitch-black, beating in the core of Six Minions where their hearts should have been...
A foal ensnared, a mad god, torture and suffering, everlasting guilt... healing Love... swelling Generosity...
Darkness and Light, mingling, becoming one... clarity... purity...
Six Destined Ones, chosen by Fate... shining symbols of Loyalty, Laughter, Generosity, Honesty, Kindness, and Friendship... a Rainbow of Light... a world restored...
Kwe, kwe, na-to-ra, ye shall understand.
She was there, with the other Destined Ones, the filly Apple Pie, the grey pegasus Derpy. A purple mare, now an earth pony filly, now a middle-aged pegasus, now an elderly unicorn, finds Friendship once more in the midst of Laughter. An orange mare cleans off an ancient hat, still a Liar, but determined to be Kind to all that accepted her help, to atone for her sins.
One by one, the six grey ponies gaining color. Only a few return to their original Element, but all are redeemed, through the actions of the Destined Ones. Fiery battles, tests of wit, great debates in the sky as flashes of rainbow lightning appear far below. A sad, but happy pink pony with straight hair saying goodbye as her Element of Rage cracks and crumbles into nothing, without an Element of Laughter to replace it. An ethereal, angelic yellow pegasus restraining a dark half-draconequui half-pegasus as a rainbow of light rains down.
Endless possibilities, but each one offering another step higher, one more step closer to freedom. The Night and the Day set free, the Castle itself set free. A final battle for the ages. A Nightmare from beyond time itself.
An Element about her neck. Yet before she can tell which one it was, the vision fades, leaving only words...
Kwe, Kwe, na-to-ra, ye shall understand.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 7, 2014 19:24:38 GMT
Asterian smiled at Chrysteel, placing a hoof on hers. He knew the look of distrust when he saw it, and begin the friend to her he was, he wanted to rectify that. "For what it is worth, princess, I trust you. Good night, Chrysteel. Keep my gift close. I want it to be a symbol of our friendship and your help to aid my self-realization." He winked his now solid purple eyes at Chrysteel before entering the room, holding the door for himself. "Good night, milady," he parroted, closing the door behind him as he turned around to fully take in the view of the room he was now inside.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 7, 2014 20:10:17 GMT
Chrysteel bowed respectfully to Asterian and says, "Till morning come and end of time, I will keep it safe. May your dreams fair the well till morning come. Good night, Asterian."
With him now resting she heads off back to the garden to tend to the Lunar Butterfly. She does this for a while then heads off to an unknown to many passage that leads down into the valley to tend to her yearly duty of taking care of the tree and ensuring it remains healthy.
=== At the tree inside the barrier. ===
Chrysteel redoes the seal on her power linking it to the tree so the tree can use the energy to thrive. She says, "Ancient tree, I know it is time again. Have your fill and be true to your nature. Not again will Avalon fall. The time has come, the chosen gather. Soon all will be well in the world. May my power grant you the energy needed to see this through to the end."
Chrysteel remains there, feeding the tree her power, till only 50% of her aura magic is available to her. Then she heads back into Avalon to tend her royal duties. She knows she will need rest but for now she will be fine. She munches on a love stone to provide the energy she needs to finish her tasks.
=== some where in Avalon. ===
Chrysteel does more work gathering her old notes and the new information on them. She knows this will be needed if they are to succeed in their task. to herself she whispers, "Love to those who rest. love to those who work. Love to all in this fading world may love concur even the most powerful of foes."
With her tasks now done she herself in the wee hours finally lays down to rest. she sleeps peacefully but her dreams are anything but peaceful. ancient memories and places long lost to her fill her dreams. battles once waged to bring harmony again. Each time the spell she used, only she would fall to the rivers from it. she can feel many a thing but how she doesn't know. She seeks through her sleep, the hearts of the chosen, to make sure all of the chosen have gathered.
((waiting for the night to finish now.))
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 7, 2014 20:48:18 GMT
Asterian pays little attention to the room he is in, his exhausted mind and body once again becoming noticed. The light crystals that lay scattered around the room in the floor, ceiling, and walls... The book-shelf to the left of the bed... The soft moonlight seeping through the window...
The soft bed... It had been years since Starfall had even slept on hay-padded ground... But that could wait. He needed to groom himself while he had the chance.
After his bath, which removed a surprising amount of dirt and grime from his coat, mane, and tail, the young stallion felt relaxed and eased. His muscles felt a little more loosened from the hot water. His fur and hair had been brushed straight, having used his magic to grasp objects the whole time he cleansed himself.
He slumped lazily into the bed, feeling his form sink down a little. The blankets warmed and comforted him in a way he had all but forgotten. As he lay there staring at the ceiling, he blinked, and with each blink, it became harder to keep his eyes open, not that he was trying to do so...
Eventually, his eyes stayed shut, and as he went to sleep thinking of Chrysteel, a small smile formed...
(( Ready to time-skip to morning. ))
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Shadechaser
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Post by Shadechaser on May 9, 2014 0:45:14 GMT
Shade listened after a moment of concern with the crystal branches. Every word recorded. The meanings would follow, but only after more understanding. This seems familiar. Where could I have heard something like this before? Words that describe some kind of relation to where I came from, yet not truly the same timeline. After the moment of pondering, Shade returned to the stroll. If Shade is to wander off, then it would be wise if the landscape was known before any real concern.
Necroscale appeared to be asleep. His nostrils puffing out a small amount of smoke every so often. The words he would randomly say had no real meaning and no real spelling. It is common for his sleep to have a little gibberish.
(I am ready for night to end.)
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Post by Bane Emural on May 9, 2014 1:07:02 GMT
Bane finishes up on getting rid of the pure energy that lingered around his body. He stops and looks at the sky. "Although Luna and Celestia are gone, trapped, I still feel the night. It is late to be awake at this time, I will sleep. And when I dream, I hope it for the best that I dream of something pleasant." Bane walks to a spot near some trees and lies down. "At least my experiments will not keep me distracted this time. Though I wonder if I should have kept them with me or not. No matter, what use will Discord have with unfinished experiments and projects?"
((Ready for the night))
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 9, 2014 16:53:48 GMT
The Queen bowed a last time to the guests and her Children as the meal concluded. Slowly, each was led, shown or carried to their sleeping quarters for the night, or simply walked or flew there themselves. Some rooms glowed softly like starlight and moonlight, others were still and dark. Some rooms were larger, some smaller, each according to the guest's comfort, the land itself in Harmony with its inhabitants.
A sort of "night" fell upon Avalon, one of the only places left in the world where "night" and "day" had meaning. Sleep came, slowly or quickly, but always gently, upon all who needed it. Some may stay awake, but for those that slept, it was calming.
And as they slept, more often than not, they dreamed.
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"RUN! I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!" shouted Twilight as Poison Apple limped desperately towards what the unicorn prayed was an exit. She turned and snarled as her sadistic "Master" casually rounded the corner. "THIS IS IT, YOU TYRANT! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR SLAVE AGAIN! I AM TWILIGHT SPARKLE, ELEMENT OF MAGIC, AND I-"
Snap.
"-am ready to serve and obey, Master."
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"Please don't run, PLEASE! I promise, I PROMISE I'll make it quick."
"Shut up, Traitor." "We'll never back down!" "Unlike you, we're LOYAL to-"
Traitor Dash later returned, shaking and sobbing, to her Master's throne. He smiled with false reassurance as he stroked his claw through her rainbow mane.
"Good girl. Seems I won't let Sky Ocean fall into the Valley of Spikes after all. But now I have another task for you, my traitorous little pet..."
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"Oh, why certainly, darling, thank you so much for offering!"
Stone ground against stone as the puppet poured nothing into the stone teacup. A blue aura brought the empty cup to the white unicorn's mouth as she mimed drinking.
"Thank you, darling. Such a shame none of the others can ever appreciate such lovely diamonds, isn't that right, Tom? Of course it is. They only see 'dirty rocks'! The nerve. Makes me so... inelegant, sometimes, when I have to... dirty my hooves for you, my pretties."
The thousand years' worth of dust and grime seemed not to bother the Element of Greed as she continued sitting in the windowless room, surrounded by an eternal Gala that only existed in her mind.
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"Wait! Don't hurt me, take my daughter, do anything you want with her, just don't hurt me!"
The pathetic stallion was holding a little filly in front of him. Of course. He was probably LAUGHING on the inside. Laughing. At everything. Did he think this was a joke? They all did. They ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE! But the fillies understood. They knew the pain. They knew... Anger.
"Did this stallion hurt you?"
A nod.
"Did he... LAUGH at you?"
A teary, ANGRY nod.
"Well, why don't you sit here with me and watch. And I'll make sure that he doesn't laugh at anyone, ever again."
The filly cheered as the grey earth pony vanished from the screen, reappeared behind the stallion, and grinned savagely.
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"p-please... f-fluttershy-"
"My NAME is FLUTTERCRUEL, IDIOT!"
"i-i-i know you're in there... please... remember..."
Fluttershy couldn't close her eyes. She couldn't stop her body. She could only silently think, i'm sorry. i'm so so so sorry. i do remember. but there's nothing i can do. i'm sorry... this will hurt...
Her "daughter" turned and smiled into the cracked mirror on the wall. "See, Mom? See how much I love you? Daddy was right all along. Time to be CRUEL!"
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"An' Ah TOTALLY am gonna end yer lives now. Ah AIN'T 'ere just 'cause Big Banana Discord needs ta see me goin' into a house. An'... Ah don't need no blood t' show 'im. Ah ain't sorry at all."
The fillies smiled back. "it's no problem at all, Saint Liarjack. thank you so much."
Tears came to the grey mare's eyes as she dirtied her hooves for appearance's sake. "Ah want y'all t' wiggle 'bout an' act alive now. An'... t-there's hope, Discord will fall someday, everyone's gonna be happy real soon, an' all this is just a bad dream...... an Ah'm not sorry at all..."
They obeyed, lying still for the mare, and silently thanking her for her kind, Kind lies...
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Muffins. Muffins everywhere. Muffins in my heart. Muffins in my eyes. Muffins in my body. Muffins, muffins EVERYWHERE! A thousand years! A thousand years! It never stops! The crows, the crows, they're always hungry! I'm the muffin! They want me! They want to EAT ME!
Loving, grey wings shield me from the crows. Mommy never stops talking to me. Mommy keeps walking for me. Mommy keeps crawling for me even when they hurt Mommy. Mommy never stops treating me like her daughter. Mommy tells me i'm alive. Mommy tells me to hold on, just hold on, two thousand more years. Mommy counts each lap.
One quadrillion, three hundred and twenty five trillion, four hundred and fifty three billion, two hundred and twenty one million, seven hundred and ninety one thousand, six hundred and seventy one.
Seventy two.
Seventy three.
I'll hold on, Mommy. I'll hold on for you too. I want to hug you so much, to cry in your wings. When we finish these laps, I'll keep walking beside you for my sister too. I promise I won't hate muffins, because Mommy loves muffins. But I'm her special muffin. And nothing that mean snake-thing says or does will change that, not even making me into a muffin. Mommy's the most Loyal Mommy in the whole universe.
Seventy four.
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I don't know how long it's been now. Master Discord sometimes messes with my perception of time. Sometimes it feels like eons, and others -if I didn't have clear memories of LiarJack's little sister growing up and dying of old age (after Scootaloo died as an adult mare defying master) I'd think it all happened yesterday. The Elements of Chaos seem to have rendered us immortal.
I'm informed by My Master that some foalish ponies in Ponyville are trying to practice magic. Duty calls. Time to show these little ponies that Magic Is Tragedy.
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Mah name's Apple Pie. An' at the moment, things don't look too good.
Magica... Caster... everypony... all th' Virgacorns...
Them Six Minions 're standin' about Big Banana Discord. Lady Desire is twitchin' t' grab more rocks. Saint Liarjack's comfortin' Traitor Dash, poor mare. Miss Cruelty... ya don't wanna know. Same goes fer Miss Angry Pie... why auntie? Because Big Banana Discord said so, that's why. An' Miss Tragedy... same as always, Ah guess.
Oh... Miss Cruelty an' Miss Pie's lookin' at me. Finders keepers? So this is how it ends. It's... it's funny in a way. Never thought this is how Ah'd end, but hey, what's the fun in makin' sense?
"WELL! LOOKS LIKE YOU LADIES CERTAINLY CLEANED HOUSE!"
Ah couldn't help it. Even with Miss Angry Pie right here. Ah laughed. Why? ...Ah guess it's 'cause it's funny. No really!
Well, looks like it's Miss Pie then. At least she makes it quick. Huh? Oh, they're arguin'. At least Ah get a few more- oh, so Miss Cruelty's impatient. Here comes the sword. Was nice talkin-
"STOP AT ONCE!"
...Ah'm not dead? What's tricklin' down mah face? Oh... what's goin' on?
Big Banana Discord's suddenly in front of me. Standin' upside-down on the air.
"You laughed?"
"Yeah."
Miss Tragedy looks curious. She never DOES 'curious'. She ain't never had any emotion. She asks anyways. "Why?"
Ah told 'er the truth. "Hey, even in the darkest of times, ya have ta find somethin' ta laugh about!"
Big Banana Discord chuckled too. Miss Pie's real mad now, but he doesn't let her do anything. He just tells them to go back to the castle. Miss Cruel tries to argue for a bit, but it doesn't work of course. He's lookin' at me again.
"You, dear, remind me of a mare I knew who was very fun to have around," he said, lookin' at Miss Angry Pie. "Just keep on smilin', girlie!" He gave me a weird signal with his claw, Ah think th' dragons call it a thumbs-up. "What's your name?"
Ah think for a moment, wonderin' what all this is about, but hey, Ah'm dead anyways. "... Apple Pie."
"Apple Pie?"
He starts laughing. Saint Liarjack's jaw drops to th' floor. Ah guess Ah don' really look much like an Apple, but hey. Family's big.
"Oh that's rich! So rich! Kiddo, you've made my day! Live and be happy and all that tripe!"
He snapped his fingers and mah bones were healed. There's still a scar on mah forehead where Miss Cruel's sword was. So... Ah ain't dead? Ah reach up an' touch it, blinkin'.
"Consider that little nip there from Fluttercruel a reminder of when you made the king of chaos laugh!"
He claps, his claws makin' a sound like a whole audience clappin'. Well, that's what mah Pa used to say.
Miss Tragedy gives me a strange look as they leave. Ah can't help but smile a bit. Even in this world, that little bit o' Laughter helped me out, just as it always did.
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Post by Clockwork on May 9, 2014 17:26:13 GMT
Time Energy: 50%
Deep within the twisting bowels of Castle Discord...
A lone figure seethed in the darkness, dim eyes barely lighting the space in front of him as cold, copper claws flexed into fists and back for what had been the thirteen thousanth three hundred and seventy second time. His tall, lanky form suspended from the rafters above what appeared to be a bottomless pit...
The Lord of Time, however, knew better. At least, he thought he did. His name, nay, title, was Clockwork, and he had been there since the beginning of his own universe.
Where this one had come from he had no idea, though he likely seldom cared even if all hands pointed to Discord. Steam hissed threateningly as he shifted his position, more out of tactical advantage than any form of discomfort. If that were the case he would be dead after the first day or so he was here, and he hated it here. Clockwork, as a being of Time, saw value in that which had the slimmest chance of existing as long as he had, and the Equestrian race were mere match-strikes to his own black furnace. He wondered if he had been forgotten by those who imprisoned him, who each took turns abusing and insulting him and only lifting the guillotine blade he imagined over their heads higher and higher. His cane was most likely where he left it, out on the more coastal area where he arrived and was ambushed by cowards. For being within a castle of chaos, the walls were rather drab and boring, he had already counted the intersecting lines on the stonework and made a niche little game out of each...
Creak-hiss~
Thirteen thousand, three hundred and seventy three...
Creak-hiss~
Thirteen thousand, three hundred and seventy four...
Creak-hiss~
Thirteen thousand, three hundred and seventy f-...
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Post by laserbolt on May 9, 2014 20:57:49 GMT
Later that night...
Laserbolt began to toss and turn in his sleep, and something in his mind started to race. Something was wrong, something was out of place, something was different- No. Something was the same. Something that must have caused the previous failure. A whole timeline wiped out, but how? There are only so many ways that can happen, only so many that have that power, and the pride and utter selfish banality to do it. He saw in his dream the now decrepit and corrupted Canterlot Palace. His vision flew inside the castle, and showed him a tall mechanical construct. He prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was, but there was no denying it. No. Nonononononono NO! He can't be here he's going to ruin everything again it's all his fault all his fault all his FAULT! Laserbolt sat up in his bed, sweating profusely. It might have been a dream, but he knew better. Laserbolt muttered shakily, "History doesn't repeat... but it rhymes. It's going to happen all over again."
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 9, 2014 22:46:52 GMT
((Clockwork-only update))
The chamber echoed with insane laughter as the wall BLINKED at him.
Enjoying yourself, Brother?
The draconequus vanished and seemed to reappear right behind the mechanoid.
Oh, how WONDERFUL it is to add you to my colLECtion, Clockwork. You have no iDEA how long I've waited for this. The Concept of Time, caught like a fly in a web! HEEEEHAHAHAHAHAA!
But there was nobody there, just a lingering voice.
I wonder how long you will stay sane, hmm? You know, the LAST time I had someone strung up like this, it only took me about ten thousand years to make them ka-RAY-zee mad with jealousy! I mean, sure, poor little Luna DID get herself possessed, but she did it ON HER OWN! And all I had to do was give her a little... push!
He chuckled and giggled like the Concept of Chaos that He was as His body pulsated with the energies and magics of His Father's Avatar and His Brother's body, which He had consumed. The resemblance was... uncanny.
And I trust you've enjoyed My daughter's little... visits? Hehehe, she talks about you ALL the time. She was just going ON about how EASY it was...
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Post by Shadechaser on May 9, 2014 22:52:42 GMT
After a moment of rest before the night was over in Avalon, Shade got up from the tree truck where the rest was comforting. Shade's memory could be a little foggy, due to the travels, but the subtle song that was sung before the awakening was still partially recalled. Purple Unicorn... Six Destined Ones... Night and Day set free... Five-headed Dragon Goddess... grey pegasus... Element around her neck... The shadows can speak with help, yet after all my travels, I am more confused with these words. Eventually I will understand, but not now. Darkness and Light, mingling, becoming one... "Darkness from light and light to darkness." We will understand after a little communication, but I, first, need to shroud a part of my mind. I don't need to start causing havoc just because I notice his form. After pondering for the moment, Shade starts to travel to a place with flowing water. The flowing water could help with this shrouding.
Necroscale woke up after his relaxing rest, and notice that Shade was not near the tree. After a little stretching, he would start his search. "I hope Shade didn't go out of this sanctuary without a guide. That wouldn't be good."
(The part depicted is the one from a previous encounter with Discord)
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Post by Clockwork on May 9, 2014 23:12:58 GMT
((Clockwork-only update)) The chamber echoed with insane laughter as the wall BLINKED at him. Enjoying yourself, Brother?The draconequus vanished and seemed to reappear right behind the mechanoid. Oh, how WONDERFUL it is to add you to my colLECtion, Clockwork. You have no iDEA how long I've waited for this. The Concept of Time, caught like a fly in a web! HEEEEHAHAHAHAHAA!But there was nobody there, just a lingering voice. I wonder how long you will stay sane, hmm? You know, the LAST time I had someone strung up like this, it only took me about ten thousand years to make them ka-RAY-zee mad with jealousy! I mean, sure, poor little Luna DID get herself possessed, but she did it ON HER OWN! And all I had to do was give her a little... push!He chuckled and giggled like the Concept of Chaos that He was as His body pulsated with the energies and magics of His Father's Avatar and His Brother's body, which He had consumed. The resemblance was... uncanny. And I trust you've enjoyed My daughter's little... visits? Hehehe, she talks about you ALL the time. She was just going ON about how EASY it was...Time Energy: 49% Clockwork barely registered the thought to look at the abomination, much less entertaining the very mention that they were somewhat related. That aura Discord bled off in waves, though an obvious taunt to raise pressure in his gears, made Clockwork's fingers twitch. Father was behind this, somehow, someway. It made him seethe, his eyes pulsing a little brighter as fury began to bubble in his heart once more. " You honestly call that a victory? Torturing a shadow until it bit at Celestia and shattered the land? You insult my very being with such audacity, you spineless conflaguration of mismatched refuse!" despite himself Clockwork's words boomed inside the chamber, an insult aimed at the second being he hated was a small spark in his furnace " Besides, your 'daughter' took far too long to hit a vital spot in order to bring me down, though I suppose she inherited your stupidity as well as your freakish visage." Admittedly, he had been caught off guard by whatever the Element of Kindness had become and had been regretfully overpowered, laughed at and beaten. It did not, however, lose the upper hand in this grand game, though he was unsure where to find it at this current time. It would come to him, he thought with confidence. " As for her visits..." he continued to his unseen captor " I feel they have been somewhat lacking in the same venom as when she caught me. Talks of me all the time does she, moreso than any other, including you? Perhaps your grip on her is weakening, or perhaps..." Clockwork looked away for a second, as if to stir a thought in his mind " ...no...but yes...oh how utterly revolting and yet...yet it all makes sense..." |
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Post by Bane Emural on May 10, 2014 0:25:21 GMT
Bane wakes up from his slumber, but not before feeling a slight disturbance. He gets up and walks towards Cadence's home. He walks inside and into the throne room requesting an audience with the Queen. What is this I feel? Another presence of power.... A Maker or those related to a Maker, like Cadence? I must speak with Cadence at once about this. She may provide answers to what I seek, or clues for what is to come. Either way, I will get my answer. He waits for Cadence to appear so that he may speak to her of a problem.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 10, 2014 2:45:15 GMT
Chrysteel's dreams filled again with the chosen, not all here, not all safe. She needs to act soon. Her dreams shifted again as a midnight blue aura formed a familiar looking silver feather. At the castle, the one running has a small pulse inside she can't quite place. A hope from the muffin she carries. Then again the shift, a filly laughing at was meant to be her end and that laughter saved her. With that she smiles, a hope welling within. laughter had chosen but was yet to awaken. each time her dreams shifted for a moment she saw the tree a single seed glowing each time. before the next transfer she saw the rivers she went through before the time one glowing slightly. then an image of a mechanical being hung in the castle. From one to another, the chosen she saw. What she saw was enough to wake her, with a start. "Mother needs to know. Again that dream, but more clearly this time." She thinks as she gets out of bed and begins her day. Only having slept for half the normal time, she knows she will need her love stone breakfast to be able to work normally today.
=== In Chrysteel's room and through out Avalon ===
She has her meal and eats the love crystals, she loves so much. The dream of the chosen lingered on her mind. She sets out to her morning duties. First, she tended her friend the Lunar butterfly, afterwards looking to the tree. From it she saw that some of the new seeds are glowing but their meaning still eludes her. Only two of the seeds glow at this time.
She then heads to perform her royal morning tasks. After her tasks are done, she sets about gathering the things she needs for the trip to the dragon lands. When all is said and done, she heads to her mother's audience chamber, to see if mother has began to do her rounds yet. she also goes at ask if she can look up the old books, on the tree, that they had found within the Everfree castle so many years ago.
=== Queen Cadence's Audience Chamber ===
upon her arrival to the audience chamber, she waits for but a moment before entering. Upon seeing that Bane is there, she decides to approach him and says, "Morning to you Bane, The Ancient. How did your rest fair?"
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 10, 2014 3:12:30 GMT
Asterian awoke from his slumber at the crack of dawn—a concept that had no meaning to him—having received the rest he sorely needed, but having rested, he felt better than new. He felt like he was a god, almost, but he knew such a statement was narcissistic. Wonder where the others are... the unicorn thought to himself as he got out of bed. He exited his chambers, tracing back to where he remembered the courtyard being. Once he arrived, he realized how... tranquil it was. He stood at the east gate of the courtyard, stock-still. He closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily yet slowly. In and out... In and out... Suddenly, his eyes flickered open as he rushed forward, towards the wall. He timed his approach, running along the wall. One step, two steps, then three steps as he barrel-rolled to place a fore-hoof on the ground. Still in control, he planted himself off his stance, vaulting off and springing himself to the top of the fountain. Huh... I think I have got that down... Asterian had practiced free-running for years in the forest, but only now, in the urban jungle, could he perfect it.
ABILITY! Parkour Training: Able to utilize environments for mobility. This ability is harder to execute if Asterian is in a natural environment. All of Asterian's known abilities to this point:
Rakish Charmer - Passive
Able to use persuasive voice to manipulate others to great degree.
Unyielding - Passive
Able to resist evil and Discording better than most due to past experience with Discordance.
Martial Artist - Passive
Has extreme proficiency in martial arts training (equivalent to that of a highly-trained CQC unit).
Parkour Training: Able to utilize environments for mobility. This ability is harder to execute if Asterian is in a natural environment. |
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