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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 2, 2014 1:58:27 GMT
Rendia looks to Astrian, but Chrysteel is the one to reply, "Asterian of the ancient unicorns, i know you as i know the others but conflict and revenge are not the answers we seek. He may have taken everything from you and many others, but if my guess is correct, then we have bigger bugs to worry about. Now, what would you all like to do next?"
Rendia waits and listens to what is said.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on Sept 2, 2014 21:21:34 GMT
Asterian chuckled to himself at Chrysteel's words. As much respect as he had for her, he could not help but find what she said to be amusing. "Chrysteel," he said. "When everything is taken from one, one has nothing to lose. I am not looking for revenge against Him... at least not total revenge.
I know we all have a score to settle with Him; that is something none of us can deny. I can firmly say that I know His powers are dark and vast, but those affected by Him are not left without some sliver of that power." He then took Chrysteel aside and lowered his voice to a whisper before continuing, "I can feel it. I know there is more power inside each of us than we ourselves know. Elements of Harmony aside, I know where part of my strength comes from: Him." He gave Chrysteel a harrowing glance as he said, "I swear to you I will not kill Him, as He did not kill me... but when I am through, He will wish he had not have spared me."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 3, 2014 0:42:53 GMT
Asterian chuckled to himself at Chrysteel's words. As much respect as he had for her, he could not help but find what she said to be amusing. " Chrysteel," he said. " When everything is taken from one, one has nothing to lose. I am not looking for revenge against Him... at least not total revenge.
I know we all have a score to settle with Him; that is something none of us can deny. I can firmly say that I know His powers are dark and vast, but those affected by Him are not left without some sliver of that power." He then took Chrysteel aside and lowered his voice to a whisper before continuing, " I can feel it. I know there is more power inside each of us than we ourselves know. Elements of Harmony aside, I know where part of my strength comes from: Him." He gave Chrysteel a harrowing glance as he said, " I swear to you I will not kill Him, as He did not kill me... but when I am through, He will wish he had not have spared me." Chrysteel says, "When all of this comes to a head, i think many of us will change our minds on that note." Chrysteel goes back to the others and asks, "So what does everyone think our next move is. I gave my thoughts on it already." Rendia looks towards shade and asks, "Shade, what do you think?"
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Shadechaser
Journeyman
Enter from the void unto the light.
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Post by Shadechaser on Sept 4, 2014 8:23:39 GMT
Upon hearing their 'nickname', Shadechaser looked up. "I am uncertain what our next move is. I have never been in a role in which I was the strategic planner." Feeling dazed, Shade sat against the closest wall, and stated, "Time flows as the space grows..." lowering to a whisper, "Shadows pass as the night rolls on. Creatures learn as they beat the past. Darkness covers what has long since past. Has the rain ever fallen in a calm gentle pass? Has the seas reached a tranquil fate? Does the wind fall as the night rolls the crate? Answers come as time washes away what was covering the truth of late." Shade rose, turned away from the group, and said, "A moment of silence is what I think I need. Uncertainty has fallen upon my mind." With that, Shade slowly traveled out of sight.{Inner Thoughts}[smear:9a07bf]Why does this always occur to me? In a moment, I feel confident, then asked a question, and suddenly wanting to fall back to the shame. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't fall under that spell... I can't turn back now, but without inner guidance, I am as lost as a filly within the Everfree. I should not fear. I should not cringe. I shall not take it as an offensive pinch. Nothing, shall I fear, and no one, I can ignore. Notes are what I need, the instrument of my home is what I must play. Soothing my soul after turmoil's play. I mustn't fall to his cruel day.[/smear:610000]
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 5, 2014 3:23:30 GMT
Abigail sighed as silver light flashed in her eyes, more reflective than a mirror, like liquid Truth pooling where her irises should have been.
"...the Prince of the Diamond Kingdom. The firstborn pup of King Barkintosh and Queen Winona."
A silver tear shimmered in her eye before she wiped it away. "It's so... strange, that those two would eventually marry one another. Or I should say, it would have been strange, unthinkable, even, for the me of a thousand years past. But that was then, and this is now. I know not if he still retains sentience."
She paused, then smiled slightly. "Oh, and if you're wondering why I suddenly have a Canterlot accent... let's just say that I've picked up on Rarity's habits a bit over the last few centuries. I only maintain the old accent when I'm around family and friends, now. I don't know what I'll say when I go back to them."
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Post by Clockwork on Sept 5, 2014 9:21:51 GMT
Abigail sighed as silver light flashed in her eyes, more reflective than a mirror, like liquid Truth pooling where her irises should have been. " ...the Prince of the Diamond Kingdom. The firstborn pup of King Barkintosh and Queen Winona." A silver tear shimmered in her eye before she wiped it away. " It's so... strange, that those two would eventually marry one another. Or I should say, it would have been strange, unthinkable, even, for the me of a thousand years past. But that was then, and this is now. I know not if he still retains sentience." She paused, then smiled slightly. " Oh, and if you're wondering why I suddenly have a Canterlot accent... let's just say that I've picked up on Rarity's habits a bit over the last few centuries. I only maintain the old accent when I'm around family and friends, now. I don't know what I'll say when I go back to them." Time Energy: 93% Indeed it was strange, at least for now. Clockwork knew ponykind would eventually traverse the stars, finding worlds to continue supporting their numbers. It would have brought a tear to his eye, so much progress to come from such a small species. " Strange for then is the norm of tomorrow, my dear. Trust me, I have seen hybrids of hundreds of species all over this world and indeed out there in Luna's night. My brother enjoys getting inventive, even if it doesn't really work out in the end." Now he wanted to be more the part of it, to help and guide ponykind. From the shadows of course, alicorn or not he did not want to take Celestia or Luna's glory nor inspire some kind of machine cult. That would be backwards, if amusing. " Both sound good, Abigail, but call me old fashioned when I say I have grown to prefer the southern drawl, a language speaks volumes of a pony." Clockwork turned to her. " Besides, I am sure the roots do not go far from the apple tree, your family and friends will likely understand, I assume. Now, help me get this tapestry off the wall."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 7, 2014 2:01:18 GMT
Abigail smiled. "Sure thing, pardner."
With a grunt, she did not walk up the wall, swimming from star to unspeakable tentacled thing, gobbling ninja cats with bubble chocolate windows flying upside-down. Instead, she simply took the other side of the tapestry, gently lowering it to the very smooth floor that was not screaming with a million faces and the smell of a rainbow.
"Want ta roll it up fer easy carryin'? Ah don't think it'll hurt 'im more 'n he's already hurt, if ya know what Ah mean."
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Post by Clockwork on Sept 7, 2014 11:42:36 GMT
Abigail smiled. " Sure thing, pardner." With a grunt, she did not walk up the wall, swimming from star to unspeakable tentacled thing, gobbling ninja cats with bubble chocolate windows flying upside-down. Instead, she simply took the other side of the tapestry, gently lowering it to the very smooth floor that was not screaming with a million faces and the smell of a rainbow." Want ta roll it up fer easy carryin'? Ah don't think it'll hurt 'im more 'n he's already hurt, if ya know what Ah mean." Time Energy: 92% " Indeed, then I think it best we leave this place. We have planning to do, and I'm almost certain the walls have ears in this place..." He bent inwards to the ribboned tapestry, a hand going to the side of his face where his mouth would be if he had one. " Not to fear, your majesty, we shall have you home to your parents wherever they may be." he said, then began to gently roll the wallpiece into a semi-tight cylinder. Holding onto the roll with a hand, he used the other to slice off a strip of fabric from his coat. A few final adjustments and the tapestry scroll was secured to his back. Clockwork looked disheartened at ruining his coat, the lower portion of his body layered twice in a leathery material now missing a notable strip. Cadence possibly had tailors, and the strip could be stitched back he thought with confidence. " Well now. A liar and a benevolent god rescuing a prince from the walls of chaos as it rains jellybeans outside, this has been a rollercoaster." he looked around, ignoring the castle and it's chaotic turbulence for the moment. Surely somebody would have picked up on their prescence, unless they were being masked somehow. Clockwork had routine patrols back at his factory fortress, Celestia and Luna had competent guards too it would seem, and even Queb swept his swamps through with a few bubonic bugs from time to time. Here, he was at a loss as to what he should expect. Floating eyes that shot lasers? Some strange leviathan made of candy? It made him uneasy. " Come, let us depart..."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 17, 2014 21:50:06 GMT
Abigail nodded.
And was promptly half-crushed by the wall.
"Gah! Clock, get my upper body loose and start running! I can regenerate!" she yelled through gritted teeth, yanking whatever wasn't mangled free of the wall. He could already see orange light pulsing from her Element and through her veins, rebuilding her body in record time.
The door was sideways, then spinning, and then a mouth made of eels that spat fire.
"...all right... let's try getting out some other way. ULTIMATE DECEPTION."
Castle, you now remember Master specifically ordering you to let us go via the quickest and safest way possible.
There was SILENCE for a moment. Then the walls began rumbling.
"Ah... Ah hope that worked..."
A tunnel had formed now, between them and the Front Entrance. Clockwork could FEEL the insanity of the last bit between the inside of the Entrance and the outside, but the rest of the way was clear. This... was going to be bad, wasn't it.
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Post by Clockwork on Sept 18, 2014 23:23:08 GMT
Abigail nodded. And was promptly half-crushed by the wall. " Gah! Clock, get my upper body loose and start running! I can regenerate!" she yelled through gritted teeth, yanking whatever wasn't mangled free of the wall. He could already see orange light pulsing from her Element and through her veins, rebuilding her body in record time. The door was sideways, then spinning, and then a mouth made of eels that spat fire. " ...all right... let's try getting out some other way. ULTIMATE DECEPTION." Castle, you now remember Master specifically ordering you to let us go via the quickest and safest way possible.There was SILENCE for a moment. Then the walls began rumbling. " Ah... Ah hope that worked..." A tunnel had formed now, between them and the Front Entrance. Clockwork could FEEL the insanity of the last bit between the inside of the Entrance and the outside, but the rest of the way was clear. This... was going to be bad, wasn't it. 91% Scooping underarm whatever there was of Applejack that was regenerating and trying to shut out the noise of realigning bones and knitting tissue, Clockwork made a beeline for the entryway via the tunnel. He dared not look behind him, for all the fallen god knew Discord himself could be standing, watching with an amused expression. A blood boiling thought, but that could be pushed aside for the sake of self preservation. " Remind me onwards once we get clear of this place to make accurate categorisation of your healing factor, Abigail." he said as his form made haste, the arm clutching the orange pony hitching for a better grip on the mare, now holding a near fully formed stomach. The machine part of him simultaneously cringed at the contact and ran curious algorithms on what data his fingers were collecting. Fantastic, but he needed more power to the motors if he was to ever record such incredible data. The end was in sight, but how far along he could not tell. Pulling into a full sprint, Clockwork knew stopping before the doors was going to be a harder task than anticipated...
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