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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Sepheris Date: April 23, 2014, 10:51 am
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"WARGLBLARG!" Ironfire could help scream, tumbling high through
the air. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking. And he
would be damned if anyone else found out. The ground below was
getting uncomfortably close and fast, so he did about the only
thing he could thing of to lessen the impact. He grabbed the
meagre armour he had an and tried to slow himself down. The
resounding crash and flood of pain told him he wasn't as
successful as he'd like, but he was alive, and that was
certainly something. Unsteadily, he got to his hooves looking
himself over, wincing in pain through-out as he began pulling
off the dented and useless armour pieces, grumbling all the
while.
It wasn't until he discarded a shoulder plate that he looked up,
seeing the three other ponies nearby. Or he hoped were ponies.
It was a bit difficult to tell at the moment. In a minor panic
and a slight habit, he looked for his hammer, but not seeing it
anywhere. Looking for that across the city would be a nightmare,
and he was starting to curse his luck before a resounding clang
echoed around his head, dazing him slightly and thankful the
helmet survived the impromptu trip, "ow. Celestia damned... MY
HAMMER!" he called out in joy, jumping and embracing the tool
and makeshift weapon, before recalling the other present, "Er...
hi?" he questioned, still hoping for friendly faces.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 23, 2014, 12:36 pm
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A feint ringing sound echoes in Foxtrot's ears as the resounding
blast from Striker fades away. He looks up, finding the two
changelings disposed and thankfully not themselves. The unicorn
looks over to the mare as she asks her question, "Bit of a
ringing noise but I'm good." He gets up to his hooves and lifts
Golden Gear up to hers, "I'm Foxtrot, and the one who blasted
those two changelings is Striker." Glancing over to his weapon,
Foxtrot walks over and picks it up, finding his sheathe nearby.
As he trots over to get the cover for his katana he shouts over
to the mare, "We're going to the castle to sort this out. We
could use all the help we can get, especially someone who knows
how to work a wrench." As he picks up the sheathe, a loud crash,
sounding much different than the others, goes off nearby.
Looking over, Foxtrot sees another unicorn approaching, this
time in pieces of armor and even a hammer. Thinking that the new
pony might be a changeling, that notion is simply shot down as
he gives his awkward introduction. Giving a quick, and confused
glance back to the mare and Striker, Foxtrot turns back and
nods, "Hey." He wants to say more but honestly doesn't know how
else to continue.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 23, 2014, 3:10 pm
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Striker trotted over to the other two unicorns, noting in relief
that they were unharmed by his magically-induced explosion. He
was about to ask the mare they'd saved for her name, but he was
interrupted by another crash. A light gray unicorn landed in the
middle of the street, followed by a large hammer. Striker
winced, glad that the stallion had been wearing a helmet.
Foxtrot seemed alright with the new arrival, so Striker assumed
that he wasn't a changeling.
"Are you okay? And where did you come from?" Striker asked,
hoping his blast hadn't somehow caused the unicorn's flight.
Striker stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why the
pony seemed vaguely familiar. "Oh, I've heard of you. You're
Ironfire, right? Run a forge in Canterlot? My dad's a blacksmith
too, he talks about you sometimes, says you're competition.
Which is a compliment," Striker added hurriedly, hoping he
hadn't offended Ironfire, "Since only considers good blacksmiths
competition. I'm Striker, this is Foxtrot, and..." He turned to
the brown mare. "Sorry, what's your name?"
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Golden Gear Date: April 23, 2014, 5:40 pm
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Golden gave Foxtrot a small nod as silent thanks for helping her
up. Hearing that her rescuers were fine, she already considered
leaving and heading somewhere safe when Foxtrot asked her to
join them on their way to the castle. Golden looked at the
direction of the Canterlot castle, assuming that there would be
even more of these things there. She wanted to decline and head
to the closest hospital, but then again, they are most likely
overrun too and finding a field medic or something similar would
be much more likely than finding a safe hospital. "You sure you
want me around? I don't know about you but i seem to be in their
blacklist, judging by what was about to happen." Golden floated
her wrench back to her and gave it few looks, as if she was
trying to find scratches from it. "Hey... Thanks, both of you.
I-" She was cut off by a loud crash. Golden Gear immediately
took a defensive stance towards the new arrival, but lowered her
weapon when he spoke to them. Golden had not heard those things
say anything before somepony else said something first, so she
assumed that Iron was indeed a normal unicorn. She let Foxtrot
do the talking, which for now seemed quite vague, while she
folded her wrench and returned it to the sturdy looking leather
pouch strapped on her right side.
Striker seemingly new this "new pony". Ironfire... It sounded
vaguely familiar, but Golden couldn't remember where she had
heard his name. She had to deal with lot's of different names on
her job...Ehhh... Ex-job... Golden's ears perked up when Striker
asked her name. "My name? I'm Golden Gear, not that it matters
to you after we have survived this... invasion, i think would be
appropriate word to describe this." She looked over at Iron,
before looking at Foxtrot to answer his previous question.
"Sure, i'll tag along. I have enough will to live to see another
day."
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Sepheris Date: April 25, 2014, 5:55 am
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Ironfire let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding,
thankful that they seemed to be more ponies like himself,
"Foxtrot. Striker. Golden Gear. Well, as he said, the name's
Ironfire, a local blacksmith. There was a... mishap, but I'm
alive and that's all that matters. Let's not dwell on this too
much," he stated, almost asked, "so you aiming for the castle
too?" he asked, looking between the three of them, "I had heard
some things from the guards, mostly rumours about some attack...
guess they weren't rumours," he looks above at the occasional
streak of a green bolt, "I'll join you, if you don't mind,"
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 25, 2014, 5:08 pm
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Foxtrot nods as he puts his katana back in its sheathe, "Hey,
the more the merrier." Looking back to Golden Gear and Striker,
the unicorn continues, his tone more serious, "Everypony keep an
eye out and stay close. Watch out for any other guards or
civilians that might need help." He then looks over to Striker,
"Also, do you have anything to defend yourself with? If not I
got a stun gun you can use or my guitar as a blunt instrument."
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Striker Date: April 25, 2014, 9:34 pm
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Striker nodded as Foxtrot started giving instructions. He was
glad that he had met someone with experience fighting to help
him make it through the attack. "To defend myself... Nothing
besides my magic, I suppose," Striker replied to Foxtrot. He
wasn't sure if he'd be able to actually use a weapon effectively
right now, but he'd probably have to learn how in order to make
it to the castle. The stun gun sounded like it would be more
useful than a guitar - Striker would rather keep the changelings
from getting close enough to him that he could hit them with a
guitar, and aiming a gun couldn't be that different from aiming
magic, could it? "I'll take the stun gun," he said.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Golden Gear Date: April 26, 2014, 11:59 am
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"We are wasting daylight here people. Let's get going." Golden
said, turning towards the direction of Canterlot castle. "To the
castle... And hopefully a medic..." Golden said, the last part
silently to herself.
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Sepheris Date: April 28, 2014, 8:45 am
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Giving his hammer a twirl within it's magical grip, Ironfire
held a grin, "indeed. The faster we are, the faster we can do
something about all of this," he stated, starting his walk
towards the castle proper
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Re: Canterlot in Chaos
By: Foxtrot Date: April 28, 2014, 11:06 am
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Foxtrot reaches into his pocket and picks out a stun gun and
tosses it to Striker. After he secures his gear he follows the
group as they begin their trek to the castle. The sound of chaos
and combat have faded somewhat and are more present to their
south, the stench of charred embers, dispatched bodies, and
destroyed food adds a sense of uneasiness around him. A faint
breeze brushes by; one of the few things that hasn't changed is
the weather, a balmy day specifically planned for today. He
looks around, the shadows of changelings in the distance pass in
the background, "Everypony be careful, this is changeling
territory now." Foxtrot then looks over to Ironfire and Golden
Gear, "Hey do you two have any friends or family here in the
city that might be in trouble?"
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