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#Post#: 3539--------------------------------------------------
Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Haywire Date: September 19, 2014, 10:12 pm
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Night had fallen, the air carrying a small chill as Winter
crawled closer and begun to slowly but surely freeze the city
and cause most ponies to remain indoors to avoid the myth of
catching a cold from the weather alone. Fires were stoked, stews
cooked and comfy talks over hot cocoa shared between the mares
and stallions of Canterlot as they settled in for another cozy
evening of being embraced by the warmth of a fire, family's love
or other, but one place was not so warm nor so cozy and was far
from comfy that night.
Deep in the city, among mostly abandoned buildings left in
disrepair due to damage being inflicted upon them almost as
commonly as the rising of the sun, sat a workshop, the windows
dark as no lights - aside from small ones of varying colors
attached to many odd shapes in the shadows - being lit within to
give any hint of the goings on inside. This was because the work
being done inside this building was not meant for civilians to
witness, most of whom already knowing to avoid this dangerous
location like it bore a plague, only the bravest of few having
dared venture inside, all of whom being kicked right back out
with new and annoying boo boos granted by the many machines and
gadgets inside to show for their foolishness.
Only one pony was able to come and go from this place as he
pleased. One pony who could not only find safety in such a
madhouse of twisted and malicious technology, but was also the
one responsible for it to begin with. The master of this den of
inconveniences and menacing plans. The most diabolical of super
villains the country had ever had the misfortune to go "Oh, so
he's a thing I guess" towards...
A small green stallion wearing orange goggles, a small black
cape with matching top hat for dramatic exits and entrances, and
a fake mustache perfect for twirling in devilish delight.
Haywire, the pinnacle of villainy, was currently standing atop a
platform of scurry metal with spook lights all over it as he
cackled like a madpony and let his hooves move as blurs across
the controls of the really big and square thingie he'd built, it
taking up a large portion of the workshop and feeding into a
second machine shaped more like a dome beside it.
"It's almost time, Bubo!" he squealed in glee, his mechanical
henchbird cawing in a reply beside him as it adjusted the
eyepatch and pirate hat it wore to the best of it's ability,
"Soon, we will finally achieve something never before thought
possible by our generation! A feat so incredible that it will be
known from this night onwards as the night where everything
changed! We! Will! Reach! The! MOON!
"And blow it up!" he tagged on for exposition purposes, Bubo
locking up afterwards and falling to the metal platform with a
clank as Hay worked to punch in the finishing commands to the
process of lunar destruction. His machine groaned as he reached
for its final lever, "And now! Everypony who ever called me
crazy will witness just how crazy I am! Crazy with science! With
crazy science! SCIENCE CRAZY!" A long string of laughter left
him as he gave the lever a tug, all of this culminating in...
Nothing!
Wait...
Hay gave the a confused grunt then scratched his mane and pulled
on the same lever a few more times. Huh... He was certain this
was going to work...
"Bubo!" Hay called out in annoyance, his bird side kick
remaining a statue on the ground as it gave a weak chirp,
"Explain! I thought I told you to test drive this thing on that
barn down in Ponyville! Why isn't this working?! What
happened!?"
Bubo decided it best not to try and explain how it was
impossible for him to move something so large by himself.
"Grr! All my plans! All my dreams of changing history and
somehow becoming rich from this are all crashing down around me!
Why me? whyyyyyy!?" on that last note of self pity the machine
woke up, sending a tremor through its entire mass as it stirred
and began to perform its duty of readying the workshop for what
it should have always been meant to do from the start!
The roof began to split down the middle, each half slowly
pulling back to reveal the night sky above, the countless stars
shimmering and reflecting off of Hay's goggles as he grinned up
at them. The dome thing next to the platform began to rise up,
extending itself higher and higher until it cleared the roof and
towered above, Hay's cape billowing in some random wind as the
domes highest point then also opened up so as to extend out the
barrel of his destructive machine and aimed for the large sphere
reflecting light down and onto the city. Steam was released from
many vents of both the dome and the platform, pistons kept their
rhythm, gears spun, smoke rose from a number of cracks and, more
importantly, electricity arced as the machine charged itself up.
"Yes!" Hay cheered as blue arcs moved up and down the barrel
that was slowly adjusting its aim, "Yes! Finally! It's almost
time! The moment is almost here! The world will finally get a
true taste of what my science is capable of! You will all see!
do you hear me! You will all see!!" nopony heard since he had no
neighbors, but Hay didn't care, his excitement and joy for the
coming event eclipsing the reality of his talking mostly to
himself as he counted down the moons final moments.
Just one blast and the moon would be history! And nopony could
stop it! Maybe!
Hay laughed some more.
This was fun. He gave Bubo a small nudge to check on him then
began to twirl his mustache in the most villainous way he could.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Dark Date: September 22, 2014, 10:48 am
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Patrol Officer Dark Matter shivered against a seemingly random
breeze as it tore through the night. He wished the armor
provided just a little bit more cover. His storyteller senses
tingled; that breeze was just enough to send a villain's cape
billowing! There must be crime afoot!
He peered around suspiciously. He was alone tonight; his partner
had caught a cold (which he blamed on the weather) and opted to
stay home. Regulation stated that he should take another
officer, but he didn't care. More exciting things happen when
you're on your own, that's basic drama FACT, and nopony will
know if you just decide to take a short break.
Seeing nothing overtly villainous in the immediate vicinity, he
decided to follow his instincts, which said... This way! He
began galloping in the direction his instincts said before he
begins hearing the rumblings of a no-doubt evil machine. In the
completely opposite direction. Cursing under his breath, he
wheeled about, tripping over his regulation pike as he did so.
He did really hate the thing; heroes had swords, or knives, or
hoofblades, or what have you, while the spear was for no-name
soldiers who did nothing but bungle everything up and possibly
get saved. He'd have to remember to have another talk with his
commander about that.
He galloped on, into a district of mostly uninhabited buildings
in various states of decrepitness. Near the center, he could see
blue flashes from some unknown source, probably eldritch,
sinister, or some mix of the two. Whatever the source, it
appeared to be hidden behind the walls of the building in front
of him, which in turn appeared to have some sort of huge... pole
sticking out of it? Almost like...
A cannon!
From the inside, he could swear he could hear a villainous
cackle even above the machinery. He slowed, feeling a little
apprehensive. That's a pretty evil pony if their laugh is louder
than their doomsday devices.
He decided not to follow proper protocol, and instead just barge
in uninvited and unannounced. Heroes don't say they're there to
stop the villain until they can actually see them, after all,
and they most certainly don't ask permission. He does more or
less regret making his entrance so hasty, though, as he tripped
over the entranceway, unknowingly dodging a barrage of marbles
shooting over his head by one of the dastardly devices guarding
the lair. He stood up in time, however, to catch a wave of what
seemed to be mostly pots and pans coming from where the marbles
shot, the tide of cookery pulling him deeper into the workshop.
He hopes this isn't loud enough for the dastardly villain to
hear. Heroes are heralded by their own heroic decree of
challenge, not by the dishes their mothers couldn't get them to
clean.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Ryo Date: September 23, 2014, 2:16 pm
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In one of the houses located in a more populated area, mostly
being populated by lesser nobles, was a fairly good conditioned
house, that instead of being fully lit with light from candles
and fireplaces, was simply illuminated by a single candle in one
of the side windows. If one would take a look inside, they would
only spot a oldish looking pony sitting in a arm chair, reading
a book. This was, however only an illusion, to make the house
look populated. In reality, the only living pony in the
residence was located multiple feet underground. In a secret
lair of a known hero, Supermare.
However, the pony present there was not the real Supermare. The
real hero was currently recovering from an severe accident
including an unicycle, that left her with four broken hooves,
broken horn and somehow even an broken tail. Instead, in the
secret lair of the Supermare, a blue unicorn sat on a small
chair, staring at a red crystal, that would warn the hero of
terrible evil that possibly was or was not happening. The lair
was filled with various gadgets, some small, others big, their
sole purpose was to aid the Supermare in stopping crime and evil
doers. There was a big display mannequins, that held few outfits
of the hero, all identical to each others, and on one wall was a
big, tube like contraption, that teleported the Supermare out
from the lair, without it's location being revealed to possible
bypassers.
Ryo looked nervous as she stared at the crystal. Besides few
small pickpocket and burglars, that Ryo somehow managed to stop,
she hadn't been alarmed to perform other heroic deeds on the
streets of Canterlot. She had been the first one to arrive on
the spot when the real Supermare got hurt, and was in that spot
named as her follower, to keep up the good reputation of the
Supermare while the other mare was recovering in the hospital.
Ryo was idly naming all the fruits she could remember, when
suddenly the crystal came to life, began to sound a ear piercing
alarm and flash red. Ryo panicked and fell down from the chair.
After the alarm went quiet, the crystal began to show a faint
image of the crime being committed. Ryo stumbled for a moment
before she managed to get back on her hooves and look at the
crystal again. Ryo saw a greenish pony, somewhat silly suited in
her opinion, laughing manically as a big machine was slowly
coming to life. The picture then "zoomed" out, showing the
entire building shifting. Ryo had no idea what or where the
place was, but she managed to see the street name on the
crystal. With that she would hopefully find this, most likely
villainy villain. She just hoped they wouldn't bee too villainy.
Ryo quickly pulled on the Supermare's outfit. It kinda looked
like a jumpsuit of sorts, with a hood. She then wrapped the
gadget belt around her waist, attached the cape around her neck,
pulled the boots on her hooves and finally placed a mask on her
face. With one final gulp, Ryo stepped to the teleporter, and
she was off to stop the evil villain of evil villainousness. The
teleporter made a loud noise, before the scenery around Ryo
changed completely. She was now standing in the Canterlot's
central park, or the central park's fountain, to be exact. The
teleporter was still kinda new to her, and she didn't know how
to use it properly yet. Ryo didn't let this small mishap stop
her, as she mustered all her courage and galloped towards the
house that she saw in the crystal. She had to stop by few houses
couple of time though, to ask directions to the address she had
seen, and it took her a moment to find the right place.
Ryo took a pair of binoculars from her tool belt and observed
the house, and the cannon-like thing still raising from inside
it from a nearby roof. Ryo failed to spot a guard entering the
building, as she had just stopped her recon operation, and
returned the binoculars to her belt. Ryo took a hook shot from
her belt. She shot the hook on a nearby streetlight, and after
doing a small hoof pump for hitting the thing on her first try,
Ryo swinged herself over the street, and to the raising roof of
the evil house. She activated magnets on her boots, that allowed
her to land on the roof and get a good grip on it. Or at least
that's how she planned it. Ryo only saw a rather slim metal pipe
running along the roof, on the edge of the other half of the
opening roof, and without thinking aimed all her hooves to it.
She failed to keep her balance, and instead spun down and was
now hanging upside down, her hooves still firmly planted on the
pipe. Now that she was technically inside the evil house, Ryo
saw the villainy mastermind behind the possible crime that was
most likely gonna happen, and she said with somewhat shaky voice
"S-stop right there... E-evil v-villain..."
#Post#: 3649--------------------------------------------------
Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Potato Ponie Date: September 27, 2014, 5:28 pm
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Idaho, a potato farmer from Ponyville, was trotting home from
the store. It was a bit late, but Idaho's train had been delayed
so he'd gotten to Canterlot much later than he thought and there
was a really long line at the local P-Mart. He was in Canterlot
to buy some new equipment since "Farm Tools and Grappling Hooks"
was out of farm tools for some reason. They sold two things.
Farm tools and grappling hooks. And they ran out. Yep. Idaho
also was in need for a little R-and-R so he was probably going
to head up here soon anyways.
Idaho's path to the hotel he was staying in for the weekend
happened to cross some abandoned buildings. Idaho was making
sure he got everything he needed when he noticed a giant
cannon-y thing rise from a building. Then a random guard
appeared and barged into the building. Then a superhero
grappling hooked in there. Was Twilight Sparkle going to fly in
now? Maybe Discord teleports in and floods the building with
mashed potatoes? Actually, that'd be pretty sweet. Idaho was a
little hungry.
Well, now the question was whether Idaho should investigate.
Wellllllllll.... Eh. Why not? Dinner could wait a minute. Idaho
trotted into the building after the guard, who had already
activated all the cookery based traps.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Woodwind Date: September 30, 2014, 7:20 pm
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Woodwind perches upon the roof of a nearby abandoned building,
his dark brown duster flapping dramatically in the wind and hoof
hoof up to keep the wide-brimmed hat on his head. This seemed to
happen to him often when he arrives somewhere, for some reason,
and it was usually a sign that there were evildoers afoot. The
pony in question was obviously whoever owned that workshop with
the large, lightning covered device sticking out of the roof. If
he listens closely he can even hear laughter above the sound of
the machinery, of the kind a pony makes when their evil plan is
about to go into motion. And he just couldn't let that happen,
now could he? He eyes the workshop for a few moments more, and
is not entirely surprised when he sees a number of other ponies
showing up. A guard, and that what looks like just a regular
pony go in through the front door, and was that Supermare on the
roof? He squints a bit as she topples over into the house. Maybe
it wasn't her after all, he supposes he hadn't had a good look
at her in the dark. Either way, he'd better get inside himself,
or he'd miss all the fun. He takes off, angling for an open
window rather than risk being hit by some stray lightning if he
attempted to go in through the roof. There aren't even any traps
or anything in the window, and he easily makes it inside. Now,
to find that mad pony and bring him to justice! Woodwind sets
off into the sea of strange mechanical devices, but he only
makes it a few steps when he's suddenly grabbed by a large
machine covered in sinister spikes and ominously glinting
lights! The next thing he knows he's upside down and completely
wrapped in what seems to be a single, extremely long and
impossibly tangled slinky. He struggles against it for a few
moments, but it's just too tightly wrapped. If he could curse
loudly, now would be the time to do it! Instead, he just keeps
trying to wriggle his way out of the tangled mess, though his
progress is slow.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Haywire Date: October 1, 2014, 12:33 am
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Haywire, being the impossibly imposing example of maniacal
villainy that he was, failed to notice the intruders as they
decided to friggin just come on in! Not even bothering to wipe
off their hooves first or at the very LEAST knock and show some
semblance of decency before deciding to barge into his home and
leave his front door all open and junk like some kind of
barnyard animals! Haywire may have been the most evil thing this
side of the local Haymart, but even he knew how to show some
kind of manners when entering the living structures of others.
Seriously. The nerve of some ponies.
"Hiiiiiiiii!" he greeted the upside down mare with an
[s]excited[/s] evil* wave of his hoof and grin of his face after
she'd been the first to capture his attention what with how
she'd dropped in from above and momentarily ruined his view of
the vast night sky with her in the way pony body and blocked
some of the sparkling black above, "Come to watch the end of the
moon and, by extension, the world with me? It's gonna be
awesome!" He glanced over to the side when his hearing keyed him
in on the clattering happening below and around him, his vision
marbles picking up the sight of the two intruding miniature
horses at the front door dodging his devious traps involving
marbles and kitchenware before he noticed the dramatic entrance
of the equine at the window be overtaken by the reappearance of
his long since disregarded Super Slink project.
HA! That is quite a random coincidence that was giving all of
the chuckles to the inventions of this den of things that did
stuff sometimes because why not? Haywire was almost tempted to
pause his current attempt to blasty blast the big silver ball in
the sky to watch and see if his Super Slink would launch the
most recent pon pon to dirty up his floor up and into the sky.
Could maybe even try to tag him with the bigger invention still
charging up on his way up. Would be worthy of bragging surely.
"Hello, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverypon!" Hay addressed
everypony within earshot as an air cannon launched a t-shirt up
and into the upside down mare to knock her down and drop her to
the floor below, the t-shirt, should anypony look, reading 'I <3
TT' with a mechanical bird, much like the one on the platform by
Haywire though without his hat and eye patch, making a winky
face and doing a thumbs up with his feathers over some odd
looking device.
Wait! Why was he saying hello? That was far too nice! "Don't any
of you know how to knock?" He tried to correct himself with
sounding more gruff, though his following it up with, "I would
appreciate it," and wearing a small smile probably... only made
it that much more scurry. regardless of how terrifying he
appeared, Hay would rear himself back so as to lift and then
drop his front hooves down and onto a railing surrounding this
section of his platform near his control panel, the... um... not
good stallion then leering down and at each of the ponies who
had decided to visit his workshop after business hours.
"Anyway, welcome to the event of your lifetimes! Tickets please!
No flash photography and remmeber not to look the mech suit in
the eyes as you make your way to your seats- What!?" he
interrupted himself, top hat nearly failing to hat on his head
as he realized that the quadrupeds most likely did not have the
tickets he'd never given out. Maybe he shoulda though... Surely
plenty of EEEEEEvil individuals would have payed top bit to
watch this kind of EXTREME vandalism from front row seats. "I
see no tickets! Unless an apple pie is produced this instant and
one of you knows all the words to "This Day I Dance for Daisies"
I'm afraid I will have to ask our resident security to remove
you from the building. Too late!" he gave no chance for baked
goods to appear or sudden attempts at song to be made as he
reared back again and let his hooves clop down and onto his
platform in some kind of signal.
This signal, masterfully and very spookily executed by the way,
was for one of the lower panels of the very same and very large
platform his was standing on to slide open and allow a small
army of mouse shaped robots the size of dogs to exit out and
begin to march forward. Mostly. A few just kinda bumped into
walls or went into circles, but the brunt of the force was on
target as they all moved forward to engage the intruders in
deathly and actually pretty silly combat. Silly due to their
"weapons" being mostly joy buzzers, party favors and large
boxing gloves on metal extendo reachy arm things. These machines
seemed to work autonomously... like droids... droid mouses...
"Also, I must bid you all good luck and good night, cause I'mma
go up higher because pfft." Hay informed as his small army
advanced, him giving a small shrug before flipping a switch and
causing his platform to raise up and to a second floor of his
workshop that you can't prove hadn't been there all along - shut
up - and stay out of easy reach of the assumed goody two shoes
even with most of its floor having being pulled apart to provide
a better view of the sky. His charging electric device of ill
intent sparked loudly as it continued to build up energy, more
blue arcs being made across its barrel as Haywire ascended,
mustache twirling on its own as he was too busy being especially
evil to have to bother with doing it himself manually.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Star Catcher Date: October 1, 2014, 9:02 am
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Tonight was the night. This was the night the moon would go
'boom', and the whole world would tremble underneath the might
of Haywire and his inventions. Perched nearby on top of one of
the tallest buildings that she could easily see Tech Tock from,
a mare [s]sat[/s] rolled around on the roof, batting about a
small roll of yarn as she waited. The mare, quite content and
distracted by the ball, was clad in a skin-tight, black leather
outfit. A cowl of the same material covered most of her head,
aside from her muzzle which was a stark contrast of white to the
almost shiny black of her suit; the ears that sprouted from the
cowl's top looked more like a cat's ears than it did a pony's.
On her side hung a long whip that ended in several split
strands, and looked sturdy enough to support any average pony's
weight.
All the mare had to do was keep an eye out for Supermare or
other wanna-be do-gooders until Hay achieved his goal, and she'd
be keeping up her side of the bargain. She really didn't doubt
at least Supermare would show up, but at least that'd help keep
things exciting. She was just happy she had her ball of yarn to
keep her occupied until it was time. Eventually, when that time
came and the workshop down below began to rumble and spark and
do its sinister stuff, the mare rolled back onto her stomach and
turned her attention down to Tech Tock, her tongue slowly
running along her lips in excitement. She'd be there to see
history being made~. Now, she just had to... Well, apparently it
wasn't Supermare that made it to the workshop first. Some
regular every-day pony was instead. Not really much to worry
about with that one--she figured Hay could handle that one by
himself no problem. But then, just as she'd known would happen,
Supermare showed her muzzle and tried to swing across to the
opened roof of Tech Tock. It was finally time to go say hello,
it seemed.
Standing and stretching just a little bit by arching her back,
the mare prepared herself before dashing forward and leaping off
the side of the tall building. She dived down for a moment or
two before taking the coiled whip from her side and snapping it
out so she could latch onto the ledge of the roof on a building
some distance away. She launched forward with that and landed on
the side of the building, hooves gripping a window sill, before
she leaped up to another hoofhold. Repeating this process, she
made her way to the roof of the building so she could keep
making her way to the workshop in a similar manner. She arrived
at the open dome just in time to see Haywire launch something at
Supermare, causing her to grin a little bit in amusement.
The mare jumped down into Tech Tock and landed silently on the
railing of the platform Haywire stood upon. "Sorrrrrry to keep
you waiting, Hay~," Catmare purred, the mare's mouth twisted in
a half-grin. "I was having a bit of a cat nap." She then turned
her gaze down to the mice army and the ponies beneath, cackling
briefly at the sight. "Looks like therrrrre are a few rrrrrats
trying to blend in with the mice. I hope you don't mind if I
brrrrring you some dead gifts, Hay!" She winked at him before
leaping down to the ground floor and stepping forward, her gait
a slow, steady sway. "Hello, my new scrrrratching posts~. So
nice of you to come and visit!"
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Dark Date: October 1, 2014, 9:34 am
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Dark Matter is deposited unceremoniously on the floor by the
tide of dishes, lamenting the Pun that Could Have Been if it was
clothes instead. He regains his focus and shakily gets his
hooves under him in time to hear what he guessed would have to
pass as the villain's first monologue. He's rather confused at
how he's addressed, until he realizes that other ponies are here
as well and becomes rather indignant. This was HIS story, and HE
was the hero, and he wouldn't let these upstart...
Wait, is that Supermare? His frustration gives way for a moment
to exhiliration. He was a huge fan! Maybe even the biggest! He
couldn't wait to...
No. That's not what'll happen. When he manages to take care of
this problem, BY HIMSELF, by the way, she'll be asking for HIS
autograph! He giggled in childish glee and anticipation.
When the evil green pony finishes his speech and begins
retreating, Dark Matter pulls himself up to his full height
and... well, not quite bellows, but he certainly declares with
authority, "Stop, vile villain! Your heinous plot will never
succeed!" He reaches for his spear, but it appears to have
become separated from him during his unexpected Iron Swimming
trip. He casts about for it, finding it with moments to spare
before the horde of evil squeak-bots reaches him.
Then another pony, one who seemed to be as much feline as
equine, leaps from the floors above. The way she walked was...
almost... hypnotic...
He shakes his head to clear it, before putting on a heroic
frown. "Stand aside, lackey! Your presence is merely
inconvenient!" He lifts his spear and sets it to ready before
noticing that the spearhead seems to have been covered, if not
outright replaced, by a frying pan. Oh well, he'll make do.
"Have at thee!" he shouts, wading into the crowd of mouseses and
swinging his frying pike with deadly (read: flailing) precision.
His horn lights up as he summons his illusion magic, causing
bright flashes whenever his weapon strikes the malicious
automotons. Soon, though, it's apparent that he's in over his
head and will soon be overwhelmed under the barrage of buzzes,
confetti, and gloves.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Ryo Date: October 1, 2014, 1:42 pm
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Ryo was about to deliver her well thought objection to Haywire,
with the usual super hero speeches, but she was shot down from
the roof with something. Ryo falls down, and thankfully lands on
something soft, that she could swear grunted when she fell on
top of it. Ryo uttered a silent apology to what ever the thing
was, before She gives the object used to drop her a quick
inspect, and gets confused by the cheerful message in the
apparently L sized t-shirt, that reads "I <3 TT". Hay's second
greeting made Ryo realize that there were other ponies there
too, one of them was a Royal Guard! GREAT! Maybe he could solve
this problem. He was surely much more capable to stop a super
villain that Ryo was after all.
Hay's questioning for tickets momentarily confused Ryo again.
Super heroes don't need tickets to stop villains. Well she was
just a regular hero in super hero's clothes, but still. The
demand quickly changed to an apple pie and a song, before an
army of evil guard droids was released upon them. But the droids
were mostly ignored by Ryo, as she saw another villain appear.
The one that the real Supermare had warned her about. The
Catmare. Ryo began to feel nervous. Her job was to keep up the
good reputation of the Supermare after all, not to ruin it. She
had to think quickly, and outwit this new arrival. The Royal
Guard, however grabbed Ryo's attention, when he went onto his
rampage against the mouse droids, swinging around what looked
like a frying pan on a stick.
The guard seemed to be overrun pretty quickly though, making Ryo
realize that she should probably do something too. After a small
moment spend on creating a semi-sure-to-work plan, Ryo took half
dozen small wind up cheese decoys from her tool belt, winded
them up and send them to different directions, to distract as
many of the mice as she could. Ryo would have gladly skipped the
next part of her plan, taking care of Catmare, but she was too
dangerous to be left to roam free. Ryo stepped forward, shaking
a bit as she was readying herself mentally to face the Catmare.
Her best bet was the reputation of the real Supermare. Maybe
Catmare would just stop helping Hay and go home if Ryo commanded
her to leave? "L-leave now... C-Catmare. So that... I don't have
to throw you back into Canterlot's dungeon..." Ryo managed to
keep somewhat formal voice, but in her mind she was chanting
"Please go home... Please go home... PLEASE GO HOME..."
Thankfully she still had a plethora of gadgets with her, that
would hopefully prove useful in the very near future.
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Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
By: Potato Ponie Date: October 1, 2014, 8:45 pm
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Sooooo... This was all a thing. Supervillain, superheroine, a
guard, a... Not sure what the guy in the slinky is,an army of
confetti firing mice robot droid things, and then Idaho. What
next, a cat themed supervillain dressed in a skin tight
leather.. Oh. Well she's a thing too. [s]Kinky.[/s]
Well, Idaho isn't really a fighter, though he did take Capoeira
classes. Maybe he could help the pony stuck in the giant slinky?
Yeah, probably. Though Idaho never liked slinkies. He always
prefered Mr. Potato Heads for some strange reason.
Idaho lets Supermare and the gaurd do whatever they're doing and
trots over to the pony stuck in the slinky, kicking a couple
Mousebot-droids away.
When Idaho reaches the slinkybtrap he starts trying tobsqueeze
the ponybtrapoed in it out. "Ok I think if I... No. Ummm...
Try... No, doesn't work." Idaho says to the pony trapped in the
slinky as Idaho attempts to free him.
After a minute of muttering and attempts to free the pony, Idaho
actually gets him free. But, in a weird turn of events, Idaho
manages to trap himself in the slinky. "Oh, come on! I don't
even like slinkies!" Idaho yells in frustratiin as he struggles
in the slinky. Then, in what seems to be thevsecond part of the
toy based trap, a dozen Mr. Potato Heads drop onto Idaho for
some reason. Idaho is now strangely ok with his position.
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