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#Post#: 2221--------------------------------------------------
Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 17, 2014, 9:55 pm
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Note: This RP takes place slightly in the past, during the
events of “A Canterlot Wedding.” Since this is the What-If
board, feel free to bring in any of your characters, even if the
event doesn’t fit their backstory exactly.
Striker steadied the bowl of mild explosives in front of him,
preparing to cast a spell. Finally, he had the house to himself,
which meant a chance to work on his new firework formula in
peace and quiet. Or at least peace and quiet until he set one of
the fireworks off. His parents and twin sister were attending
the royal wedding at the Canterlot Palace that the family had
been formally invited to attend. Fortunately, Striker had
managed to convince his mother that it would be better if stayed
home and avoided making a fool of himself, which he tended to do
at these fancy events. Those stuffy elite ponies were so easily
offended! Striker was considering sneaking into the reception
bit, since he had heard rumors that his favorite celebrity, DJ
P0N-3, would be performing, but that would depend on how well
the firework spell turned out. Striker concentrated and summoned
a blue glow of magic to the tip of his horn.
CRASH! Striker jumped at the sound of something shattering.
Seconds later, a greenish fireball plummeted into the alley
outside his window. Could his spell have caused something to
fall? No, Striker decided. He hadn’t even cast the spell yet;
the chemicals in front of him were shaken, but otherwise
unchanged. Besides, it had been years since his aim was that
bad. But where had the fiery object come from? He’d have thought
the protection spell around Canterlot would deflect something
like a small meteorite. Striker trotted downstairs and out the
front door to investigate.
The ground in the alley was slightly charred, and in the crater
lay… a pony? Striker leaned closer as the dark form stood up,
but recoiled when a bright green flash nearly blinded him. When
his vision cleared, he caught sight of a pony with familiar
yellow coat running down the alley. Kindle Wick? But his twin
sister should still be at the wedding!
“Hey!” Striker shouted, teleporting himself to the end of the
alley in a flash of blue magic. “Kindle, is that you?” The pony
kept running, but Striker could see that it was headed towards a
dead end. He galloped after it until it was forced to stop in
front of a high brick wall.
“Gotcha!” Striker grinned triumphantly. “What are you doing
here, Kindle?” Striker’s smile faded as the pony turned around.
Despite having the same coloring as his twin sister, this pony
wasn’t Kindle. In fact, it wasn’t even a mare; it was a
stallion. And he looked identical to Striker: the same color
coat, same color mane and tail, even the same cutie mark!
“What in all of Equestria is going on?” Striker exclaimed.
“What in all of Equestria is going on?” his doppelganger
parroted, mimicking Striker’s pose.
Had one of his friends mastered some kind of disguise spell? And
what were all those loud noises he could hear in the distance?
Was that the sound of somepony screaming? Striker finally looked
up and realized that the protection spell that had surrounded
Canterlot was broken. Whatever was happening, it couldn’t be
good.
#Post#: 2256--------------------------------------------------
Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 20, 2014, 8:03 pm
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'Stupid wedding. Stupid Royal Guard increasing their stupid
patrols. Ugh I haven't been able to get a full six hours sleep
without them hassling me. "Oh we're on patrol because there's
been a threat." Yea it's obviously the pony with a guitar.' The
smells of fresh flowers, cakes, and other aromas fill the town
as everyone prepares for the big day. Foxtrot begrudgingly trots
along the Canterlot streets, grumbling to himself as he passes
anypony talking about the ceremony. It's already been a month
since he's arrived in the city, and it hasn't gone well.
Attempts to find work with the Royal Guard has failed, his
occupation with The 26 is considered 'unnecessary'. The sound of
metallic hooves trotting nearby from the Royal Guard pass
Foxtrot, making the unicorn turn away as the officers walk past
him. In the short time he's been in Canterlot the guards have
been either polite or complete jerks, "vagrancy" seems to be
their favorite term to throw around when any of them find him on
the streets. Now with the wedding today, nearly every guard he's
come into contact with ends up questioning him about his
motives. Foxtrot looks up, the magical barrier covering the city
gives the sky a colorful tint. Today though, the unicorn's heart
drops as something terribly wrong happens. The magical barrier
shatters, green balls of fire fall from the sky and crash all
over the city. Screams and panic ensuing as Foxtrot sighs and
facehoofs, 'Changelings. It had to be changelings. Of all things
in this world, of ALL the things that had to show up, it had to
be CHANGELINGS! A ball of fire crashes near the unicorn, who
walks over to the crater with an aggravated sigh. As expected he
finds a changeling in the crater, the creature looking up and
staring right at him. Like reciting a monologue, Foxtrot begins
counting, "3... 2... 1." At the last count the changeling is
engulfed in a green flame, emerging as Foxtrot when the fires
subside. "Oh no." the real unicorn says in mock monotone fear,
"It's a changeling. Like the other hundreds I've seen before."
"Oh no." the copycat repeats in the same monotone voice and
expression. "It's a cha-ACK!" The changeling is cut off as
Foxtrot lunges forward and tightly grips its neck.
"Do not repeat me." Foxtrot sternly orders, his irritation
showing little signs of subsiding. The unicorn tightens his grip
around the changeling's neck. "Change back now." Almost
instantly the imitation reverts back to its original form. "Good
boy." With that Foxtrot hurls the changeling into a pile of
trash and continues walking, a small smirk appearing on his
face, "Well at least I can cut loose a bit today." Another
glowing fireball flies overhead, landing just a short distance
away. Wasting no time Foxtrot dashes past the madness and
follows the trail. Rounding the corner, he stops at an alleyway,
at the very end are two ponies who look exactly alike, "Well,
damn. Alright, one way to sort this out." Making his way towards
the two he places his hoof on the handle of his katana, "Hey you
two! Don't move! Royal Guard!" Foxtrot was of course
impersonating an officer again, but this time there was a good
reason to.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 20, 2014, 11:20 pm
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Striker looks back and forth between the pony declaring himself
a royal guard and the one imitating him in panic. Obviously, the
fake him is some kind of criminal or other threat that the
Canterlot Royal Guard needs to deal with, but how can Striker
convince the guard he is the original? As far as he can tell,
there's no difference in the appearance of him and the other
pony; even his twin sister wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
For once, Striker wishes that he had gone to the stuffy event at
the palace along with the rest of his family instead of staying
home alone.
"I haven't done anything!" Striker says, knowing the guard has
no reason other than his word to believe him. "He's the fake!"
Striker points to the pony across the alleyway.
"He's the fake," his doppelgänger insists, pointing back at him.
Well, that didn't help anything, Striker thinks. "Look, I'm
obviously the real one, he's just repeating what I'm saying."
Striker tries to keep his voice calm, wary of the weapon in the
guard's hand. He doesn't want the pony to decide that the
situation needs violence to resolve. At least, not violence
towards himself. His imitation, on the other hand, is becoming
irritating enough to warrant a physical attack.
"I'm obviously the real one," the fake begins to say, but
Striker cuts him off.
"Shut up! I don't know why you're trying to act like me, but
it's not going to help you at all. The only thing it's going to
do is get us both arrested, which I would like to avoid, so just
give it up already!"
Striker sees the fake take a breath to repeat his words. That
was the final straw. He couldn't take it anymore! Guard or no
guard, Striker decides to take matters into his own hoof. He
summons a light anti-magic orb, enough to get rid of an
enchantment, and hurls it towards the imposter. The orb bursts
into a flash of blue light as it hits the other pony, stripping
it of its disguise.
The revealed pony is black, with a twisted horn, strange green
wings, gleaming fangs, and... were those holes through its legs?
The creature hisses, and Striker scrambles backwards as far away
from it as the small space in the alleyway will allow. "W-what
is that thing?" he stammers to the guard.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Golden Gear Date: April 21, 2014, 9:23 am
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"Let me go?!" Angry voice of a mare echoed from a shady looking
pawnshop at the edge of the city. "You can't dump me now! We- We
had a deal, a contract!"
"I'm sorry, but these times call for... Desperate, actions" A
big, grumpy looking stallion answered with calm and mocking
voice, while he was inspecting a pile of jewels for their
authenticity. "Your... Contribution to my humble business is
appreciated, but i have to feed my kids and after all-"
"You don't have any kids..." The brown mare answered, making it
clear with her tone that she wasn't amused. "You're not even
married..."
"Details, details dear Golden." The owner of the shop pushed a
small pouch towards Golden. "Now take it and scram. You are no
longer needed, nor welcome here."
"But i.. I-"
"OUT!"
Golden Gear took the pouch containing her last payment from the
pawnshop's owner, and turned to leave. On her way out, Golden
kicked a large porcelain vase, shattering it into pieces and
causing what looked like marbles, spread all around the floor.
The stallion behind the counter jumped up, but Golden didn't
turn back to see what he was about to do, she didn't care. If he
wanted to duke it out, she was ready to beat that ungrateful-
As she stepped out from the building, Golden Gear blinked few
times at the sight before her. There was exactly similar looking
mare standing there, staring back at her, with goggles and
everything. Golden blinked few more time before looking back
towards the pawnshop, but there were no movement to be seen
there. Thinking that this was some kind of trick to either get
her back to work there, or maybe to get her there to pay for
that vase, Golden turned her head back towards her doppelganger
while saying. "Okay, i don't know what your deal is, but i'm not
coming back to- *Umpf!* " Golden felt a sharp punch connect to
her jaw and it sent her down to the ground. "What the HAY!
*grunt* If that's how you want to handle this..." Golden took
her turn and punched her duplicate as hard as she could, sending
it flying back in a green flash and leaving Golden shaking her
hoof, silently repeating "Ow... Ow... Ow..."
Golden Gear looked at the "thing" she had just hit. "What the
hay is that..." She gave it few pokes, just to see if it was
dead, but judging from it's twitching it was still alive, just
unconscious. Golden kept looking at the prone changeling and
didn't hear the two green "meteorites" heading her way. It was
barely before their impact when she actually heard them and
managed to dive out of the way. After her roll, Golden realized
that the shield around the city had disappeared, and the sky
over Canterlot was filled with green lights speeding towards the
city. "Wow wow wow... I didn't sign for this..." From the crater
of the "meteorites" rose two more look-a-likes and both of them
charged towards her. Golden quickly tripped one of them and
tossed it aside towards an alley with her magic. She then took
out her wrench, unfolded it and delivered an unhealthy hit to
the other doppelganger, causing it to fly through the air and
landing near the first changeling. "You started this..." She
said before she turned around and started running away towards
the center of Canterlot.
"Not my fault!"
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 21, 2014, 10:48 am
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"That my friend..." Foxtrot says as he approaches the
changeling, pulling out his weapon in the process. "Is a
changeling." The creature hisses and points its horn a the
unicorn and fires a magical blast. Foxtrot stops and focuses on
the blast speeding towards him, just as the ball of energy gets
within range, the unicorn bats the projectile to the side of the
building. The sound of a splash with an after hissing noise can
be heard from the burn mark on its wall. To close to fire again,
the changeling charges forward, fangs bared out to unleash a
hiss at its target. Foxtrot gets up on his back hoofs and
readies his katana, already knowing that a simple lunge to the
chest will be an easy ill considering the creature's straight
trajectory. However as the changeling draws near the unicorn
simply side steps, tilting his sword over his left shoulder,
allowing the tip to lightly slash at the assailant's side. A
feint sizzle could be heard from the pained cry of the
changeling as it loses its balance and falls to the floor. It
looks up to blast his opponent once more but is knocked out as
Foxtrot gives it a swift kick to the jaw.
With the changeling knocked out the unicorn falls back to his
four, well three because his one hoof is still holding the
sword, hoofs and looks back to the pony still on the ground,
"You alright? Actually, before you answer I need to give you a
test." Foxtrot calmly walks over, despite the ensuing panic
heard from the streets. Once he get's close enough the sword
wielding pony lowers his weapon and taps the side of cold steel
against the yellow unicorn's hoof. After a slight pause Foxtrot
checks the hoof for a moment, with no burn signs found he
sheathes his weapon and takes a step back, "Well, you're not a
changeling either, good. Are you alright?"
#Post#: 2290--------------------------------------------------
Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 21, 2014, 11:51 pm
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Striker watched in awe as the guard expertly dispatched the
changeling. He was about to clamber to his hooves when the
unicorn walked towards him with his weapon drawn, saying
something about a "test." Was he about to challenge him to a
duel or something? Striker was not a fighter, at least not one
with anything nearing the level of skill he had seen the other
pony demonstrate while fighting the changeling. Striker flinched
slightly when the guard's blade touched his coat, but the metal
was unexpectedly cool - he could have sworn he saw the weapon
burn the changeling a few seconds ago. Whatever the test was,
Striker appeared to have passed it, because the guard put away
his weapon.
Striker pushed himself to his hooves, shaking out his legs.
Nothing seemed broken, although he'd probably have some bruises
where he had fallen down. "Yeah, I'm alright," he replied to the
guard. "My name's Striker. Thanks for taking care of that
changeling. Where are they all coming from?" Striker saw dozens
green streaks falling from the sky into Canterlot, which he
assumed were even more changelings. One landed at the far end of
the alleyway, towards the entrance. The changeling was behind
the guard, out of his sight, but this time Striker was ready to
hit first and ask questions later. Before the creature could
mimic anypony's looks, he summoned a blast spell he had been
practicing for his work on fireworks and fired at the
changeling. The force hurled the creature to the other side of
the street, where it lay unconscious.
Striker shook his head to clear it the ringing noise the blast
had caused. That spell was not intended for use in close
quarters. When he could focus again, he turned back to the
guard. "Why didn't you kill that thing?" he asked, pointing to
the knocked-out changeling next to them. Striker had noticed the
guard purposefully avoid using his weapon lethally. Not that
Striker would have preferred violence, in fact, he was glad that
he hadn't witnessed the changeling's death, but he was curious
that a Royal Guard would be so cautious about an extreme threat
to Canterlot's safety. "Are they actually cursed ponies or
something?" Striker said, just blurting out the first
explanation that came to his head, although he doubted it could
be the real reason.
Before the guard could respond, a clatter of hoofbeats caught
Striker's attention. A brown mare ran down the street that the
alleyway connected to, pursued closely by a few
identical-looking ponies, or rather, changelings. "She looks
like she might need help," Striker said, and began galloping
towards the street.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Golden Gear Date: April 22, 2014, 5:05 am
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Chaos. It was pure chaos. Faint screams could be heard all
around Canterlot, but Golden had trouble trying to locate them.
Oh, how she wished to run into somepony who new what the hay was
going on. She had seen few instances of ponies running away from
those insectoid ponies, and royal guards trying to fight them
off, but with poor results. Golden's train of thought got
abruptly stopped when she saw three changelings sending others
of their kind to carry trapped ponies away. To where, she didn't
know, nor was she sure if she wanted to find out. She was still
in full gallop when the changelings turned towards her and with
green flash they took her form, just like the ones from before.
Golden didn't want to try her luck against three of them at the
same time. With mighty leap she managed to jump over the group
and continue her "Escape", still in full gallop and now with
three pursuers. "Dang it... Should have thought this out before
hoof..." She thought when she realized they went after her.
"What do you creeps want from me!" She shouted back, receiving a
hiss back from one of the changelings.
Golden barely heard a sound of explosion from somewhere nearby,
but didn't pay it any mind, it could have been anything in all
this chaos. She passed countless alleyways and was starting to
run out of breath, but before she could think of her next move,
Golden was tackled down by a changeling that leaped from one of
the alleyways. They rolled for small distance before Golden
kicked the changeling off of her and quickly scrambled herself
up from the ground to face the other three shapeshifters. First
one was easy enough when it charged her alone. Golden delivered
a hit to it's head with her wrench, knocking it out cold. She
turned to face the other two, but the changeling that had
tackled her earlier, jumped on her back and held her as a target
for the other two who were now charging a spell of some kind.
Golden tried to struggle herself free, but was too fatigued to
overpower her captor. Golden did the next most logical thing and
jerked her head forward, before throwing it back with as much
power she could muster. She could swear she broke something in
that changelings muzzle, and her surprise attack caused the
changeling to release her, to which Golden reacted quickly by
smacking it to it's chest with her wrench, sending one more of
those insects down.
Golden Gear turned to the two others again, and was waiting for
them to fire their spells already, but they stood there waiting,
waiting for somethi- Golden felt another sharp punch connect to
her muzzle, this time from a larger sized changeling who was
glad in armor. She managed to stand her ground and tried to
counter her attacker, only to receive another punch, this time
to her chest. Before she had any chance to react, the changeling
spun her around and held her as a target for the two changelings
again, but this time the changeling holding her made sure she
couldn't move her head.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 22, 2014, 1:22 pm
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Foxtrot looks over at the changeling, then back to Striker as he
introduces himself and asks his question. He opens his mouth to
answer but is cut off by the sudden blast that Striker shoots
past him. Looking over his shoulder he finds the stallion hit
his target, the new arrival flung right across the street.
Foxtrot nods, rather impressed at the force implied with said
blast. Looking back to Striker, Foxtrot is given another
question, however once again he's interrupted, this time by the
pony himself as he offers a suggestion as to what the creatures
really were. Foxtrot shakes his head, opening his mouth thrice
to tell the stallion what changelings actually are, he's cut off
by the brown mare and her perusing copycats. In the blink of eye
Striker has already began his chase, leaving Foxtrot to simply
roll his eyes and follow as well.
Entering the streets the scenes of an all out assault surrounds
the two unicorns. Screaming and explosions echo all around them
as the smell of smoke and fire inhibit the air and fill parts of
the sky above Canterlot. Foxtrot speeds up and catches up to
Striker, when he does he begins speaking quickly, remembering
the questions the yellow pony had for him in the alley. "My
name's Foxtrot. You're welcome. I don't know where they're
coming from but I'm sure the castle might have some answers,
plus that's where the Royal Guard would most likely rally."
Looking forward Foxtrot sees the mare already knocking a
changeling out, but a few more on her tail urges haste. Scanning
the street, the unicorn finds a partially filled cart on the
pavement. An idea popping up in his head just as the larger
changeling appears, holding the mare for an easy attack.
"Striker! I'll take out the big guy, you blast the other two; oh
and try not to peg me too while you're doing that." Foxtrot
speeds up to a near sprint, using his momentum to ram his
shoulder right against the back of the cart, sending it rolling
at a considerable speed towards the changelings and the pony
armed with a wrench. As the cart's wheels spin down the street,
the unicorn climbs up and begins riding it towards the larger
changeling. He stands up on his hind hooves, gripping the handle
of his katana and clipping the sheathe loose, 'This will have to
be close if I want to hit him. Then again he is a large target,
I'm sure I- oh crap I'm going faster than expected!' Focusing on
the large brute, Foxtrot swings his sword across as hard as he
can, the sheathe of the katana flying off of the steel and
bolting through the air. With a loud clack the tip of the
sheathe slams into the changeling's helmet, the resulting sound
and impact causing the armored insect to let go of the mare's
head and grab his own as the ringing in his ears makes him step
away just enough to proceed with part two of the former guard's
plan. After a simple adjustment of the direction of the speeding
cart, Foxtrot gets up and stands on the side of the cart,
targeting the brown mare up ahead; as soon as he's within range,
Foxtrot jumps.
The armored changeling turns to see cart just as it collides
right into it, sending both it and the cart crashing into the
side of a nearby building with a loud bang and clanging of
armor. The unicorn's katana slips from the unicorn's grip and
clanks to the floor, too far from its owner to be used at all.
Foxtrot himself tackles the mare to the ground, perhaps a bit
harder than expected he concludes as he lands on his chest,
knocking the wind right out of his lungs. "Get down!' He
struggles to shout as he covers his head and the mares and prays
that Striker hits the last two changelings in front of them.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 22, 2014, 6:19 pm
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The castle - Foxtrot was right, that was where they should try
to reach. Hopefully he could find his parents and sister there
and make sure that they were safe. Striker tried to keep his
worries about his family at the back of his mind, he needed to
focus on the immediate danger of the attacking changelings.
Striker hung back at the entrance to the alleyway, waiting for
Foxtrot to take the armored changeling out of the fight. The
unicorn's tactic with the cart was successful, but left both the
guard and the mare defenseless against a counterattack by the
two smaller changelings. Striker would have to take them both
out, quickly.
"Hey, over here!" he called, drawing the changelings' attention
away from the ponies lying on the ground. They turned around
and, in a flash of green light, changed their appearance to
match Striker's. His head spun, trying to take in the sudden
materialization of not one, but two ponies identical to him. Now
is not the time to get confused, Striker thought. Just focus and
get yourself out of this mess. The changelings were moving too
quickly for him to have time to make two shots - he'd have to
take both of them out at once. And it would have to be a big
blast, given how far apart they were.
Striker planted his hooves against the ground and summoned up
the strongest blast spell he knew. He let the crackling orb of
blue magic grow on his horn. He could already feel the
beginnings of a headache; Striker wasn't used to putting so much
raw power behind a spell. He squinted past the light of the
magic to follow the changelings' paths and time his shot. When
the changelings were nearly on him, he aimed the spell at the
ground between them and dove for cover. Striker felt a shockwave
pass through him, and the noise of the enormous explosion
thundered down the street. When the dust cleared, Striker saw
the two changelings lying on opposite sides of the street,
twitching jerkily. The stones in the middle of the street were
covered by a large burn mark. He'd probably overdone it, just a
little.
"Are you guys okay?" Striker called to the ponies at the other
end of the street, hoping that they hadn't been harmed by the
blast.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Golden Gear Date: April 23, 2014, 10:37 am
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Golden tried to struggle free, but was unable to do so.
Realizing how much power those changelings were gathering,
Golden concluded that they weren't gonna capture her like they
had some other ponies, but instead "remove" her out of the
picture. From her struggling Golden didn't notice The two
stallions closing in, not before Foxtrot delivered a hit to the
her captor's head, which caused it to release her from it's
grip. She didn't have time to gather her surroundings before she
saw the cart coming back. Golden was tackled down by Foxtrot as
the bigger changeling crashed against a building with the cart.
She tried to get up, but was pulled back down By Foxtrot, just
before something blew up.
Golden faintly heard Striker call out something, asking about
someone being okay, did he mean her or the other pony on the
ground, maybe them both? "If you could send me to tropical
resort in Las Pegasus, i would really appreciate that." She
shouted back. "You alright, Hot head?" Golden asked from Foxtrot
while wiping some blood away from her muzzle.
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