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       #Post#: 716--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Lamplight Date: January 21, 2014, 11:55 am
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       Lamplight raises an eyebrow when Insidious declines to tell them
       his name, something that Ruby would undoubtedly appreciate.
       Still, it's not the first time she'd met somepony who didn't
       want their name to be known, and she's sure he has his reasons.
       So she just nods and turns to lead them in the direction she'd
       sensed her lantern in.
       the walk is fairly uneventful, the fog never letting up for a
       moment and making the scenery all but impossible to see. She
       could almost believe they'd somehow left the city, been
       transported to some strange, empty place save for the occasional
       lamppost shining through the mist or building that needs to be
       gone around. Soon enough a new light appears ahead of them, one
       not set in the ordered pattern of the street lights. The orange
       mare gives a pulse of her horn, the light before them responding
       in kind, and she picks up the pace a little, eager to be back
       home now. As they grow closer the building the light is attached
       to looms out of the fog. It's not a particularly large or fancy
       place, as inns go, though it's significantly larger than the
       surrounding houses. Only a few details are visible through the
       mist, the most obvious being the carved wooden sign declaring
       the building's name, and the large, odd lantern hanging from a
       short chain below it. It's a simple enough thing, a rectangular
       lantern made of unadorned black metal. Behind the glass the
       flame within swirls without any candle or other fuel source to
       sustain it, simply hanging in the empty space on it's own.
       Lamplight turns back to her two companions, giving them both a
       grin and as she takes out the key to unlock the door.
       #Post#: 736--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Ruby Fortuna Date: January 22, 2014, 1:33 pm
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       Ruby follows after Lamplight without question, keeping her eyes
       forward and trying not to look in the fog anymore. There was an
       unwelcoming presence that felt incredibly alien to her, yet all
       too familiar, like she was supposed to know of it in the back of
       her mind. That, coupled with the fact that it seemed to be
       following her did not help matters in regards to her ever
       increasing discomfort and paranoia. Luckily, there was no
       detours on their journey back to the Guiding Light where
       Lamplight had offered Ruby a room, with the very light that hung
       from the sign acting as a guide. How quaint. Ruby stopped just
       behind Lamplight, trying as hard as she could to ignore the fact
       that the new stallion refused to give his name in return. If he
       wanted to be like that, she could just continue to not trust
       him, it was that simple.
       The faded magenta unicorn watched as Lamplight unlocked the
       door, with Pharasma shifting ever so slightly on her back to
       look behind them. Ruby wanted to be inside now; even if it was
       still the witching hour, there was no point in enjoying it if
       there was a presence out there that felt as though it was coming
       after her. Perhaps sleep was the best thing for her right now.
       She gave one last glance behind her, squinting into the fog to
       see if there was something that Pharasma had seen. She could see
       a figure in the fog, dark and short, probably just as if not a
       little taller than Ruby's short stature. They were too deep in
       the fog to tell what colour this pony was, what with it being
       washed out by the heavy and dreary grey, but Ruby could see that
       this figure was looking directly at her, and smiling. Not a
       particularly nice smile either, but rather a smug and confident
       smirk, like this pony knew something that Ruby didn't. That was
       terrifying.
       As soon as Ruby looked this mare in the eye, the smirk widened
       into a grin, and Ruby could feel a sharp pain stab into the back
       of her mind, and she closed her eyes and winced. It was much
       like a sudden, sharp migraine digging its festering talons into
       her conscience, the pain so intense that she could hear her own
       heartbeat, and it was quickening. Pharasma let out a low,
       rolling hiss in warning, and in the back of her mind, she could
       hear, "... focussssss..." No sooner had this warning hiss been
       sounded, the figure disappeared once more into the fog without a
       trace, the entire process lasting for only a few seconds. Her
       mind was still reeling with pain, and now a sort of
       disorientation, a light-headedness that was usually accompanied
       with mana starvation or over exertion in spellcasting.
       Accompanying that, her flank, particularly where her cutie mark
       was, felt as though it was on fire.
       Doing her best to shake off the feeling, she asked, "Did you see
       that...? I thought I saw... nevermind..." she shook her head,
       wincing as the beginnings of a headache began to apply pressure
       to her forehead. She wasn't about to ask silly questions of her
       present company, or draw attention to any decaying of her
       current state, though she could not help but question why she
       saw what looked to be a pony similar to her own mother in the
       fog. It was probably best to think about this with a clear head,
       and right now, her mana starvation was going to make for a rough
       night if she didn't eat something, "I... don't suppose your
       kitchen is still open, is it...? I'm kinda... starving." She
       then glanced back to the stallion, looking a little weaker but
       at the same time, her mark was still tingling, which was
       somewhat disconcerting, seeing as this stallion seemed to take
       quite an interest in her, "So you say you were on holidays. What
       is it that you do that warrants such a vacation?"
       #Post#: 831--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Insidious Penumbra Date: January 27, 2014, 8:41 pm
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       Insidious stayed close behind the pair of them as they moved
       through Ponyville's foggy streets, his suspicion of Ruby slowly
       fading, and replaced by a mild concern about the fog that
       surrounded them, and its possible origins. Of course, it was
       probably entirely natural, but even still, the ability of fog to
       conceal and hide things had never sat well with the dark green
       stallion, who had dealt with more than his fair share of
       terrible, fog-shrouded threats, and knew well that something
       innocent could always be hiding something far, Far darker.
       Shaking his head, Insidious refocused on the inn before them,
       whistling appreciatively at the fine wooden sign, and the
       magical flame that flickered and burnt without fuel, within the
       black lantern that confined it. The green stallion was certainly
       impressed, but he still didn't bother to waste the breath to
       comment that the Guiding Light was aptly named.
       Turning to see how Ruby was getting on, the green stallion
       paused and frowned, seeing her stare out into the fog at
       something he himself couldn't see, her eyes closed and face
       screwed up in a grimace of pain. Penumbra frowned in concern at
       this, moving to stand beside Ruby, his dark eyes scanning the
       fog briefly in search of whatever had disturbed her, before
       finding their way to her face, and searching her eyes as if
       checking she was unharmed.
       "I didn't see much, Miss Ruby.. Did you? Are you alright?" He
       questioned, a hint of concern in his voice at the pain he had
       seen in her expression, and now the hint of weakness she was
       showing. His eyes and tone actually carried a hint of concern
       for her health, rather than the suspicion that he had treated
       her with before, as he scanned the fog worriedly, leaning to
       whisper a word or two of caution to his bird, which flapped away
       into the fog as if on patrol.
       "My work? It's a little hard to explain, but I guess you could
       call it paranormal investigations. It's a bit of a.. stressful
       job, sometimes, so that's why I've decided to take a break, for
       a while." Penumbra replied to her questions, almost swiftly, as
       if the reasons for his vacation didn't matter so much, in the
       face of what the faded magenta mare had experienced moments ago,
       which he was clearly trying to figure out, if his continued
       scanning of the fog, and occasional concerned glances at her,
       were any indication.
       #Post#: 863--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Lamplight Date: January 28, 2014, 1:11 pm
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       Lamplight swings the door open to the darkened main room of the
       inn and turns back to the other two. She frowns when she sees
       the pair much closer together than they had been, with Ruby
       apparently in pain. She steps forward herself in concern,
       putting a hoof on Ruby's shoulder. "Are you okay? What
       happened?" She asks, turning her eyes to briefly gaze into the
       thick fog. Nothing seemed to be there, though. Still, it would
       probably be best to get her inside and at least to a booth so
       she could lay down if she needed it, though she seems to have
       recovered somewhat already. "I'm sure I can whip something up."
       She says, her smile returning as she turns to walk inside. "Come
       on in." She leads the two of them inside, her horn glowing
       briefly as a pair of lanterns materializes above the bar.
       "Anything in particular you'd like?" She asks the younger mare,
       before turning her attention to Insidious. "Would you like
       anything too?"
       #Post#: 927--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Ruby Fortuna Date: January 30, 2014, 1:24 am
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       Her bid to avoid drawing attention to her current state was
       either poorly acted out or just so plainly obvious that the both
       of them could see past any attempt at a ruse. Really, either one
       could of work. Her mana starvation left her weak and in no
       condition to act, or to even refuse any sort of help offered to
       her. Still breathing a little raggedly, she watched as the raven
       flew off into the thick of the fog, wondering just how wise it
       was to do that. If there was something in the fog that could do
       this to Ruby just by looking at her, then a raven might not do
       too well by itself. Oh well, it's his raven. She plodded into
       the tavern shortly after, a little relieved to be out of the fog
       as she walked over to the bar counter, sitting herself on a bar
       stool.
       "Some creature..." she replied through her gasping breath, "...
       in the fog. It looked me in the eye, and I felt... weaker, like
       I cast too many spells, then it disappeared." She lay her head
       down on the bar counter, the throbbing in her head starting to
       desist into a dull pressure as she looked up at Lamplight,
       "Anything that is quick and easy to make is fine with me, I'm
       not picky. I also don't have too much money either..." her
       thoughts wandered to the little bitpurse that she had, and how
       that money was supposed to support her for the next day's supply
       of food before deciding to look back at the stallion, asking
       dryly, "So paranormal investigation... please tell me you aren't
       one of those showy 'ghost hunters' or 'psychics' who go to
       'haunted' places to 'communicate' with spirits." Her sarcastic
       accentuating on those certain words made it very clear how she
       really felt about the matter.
       "But you probably aren't..." she continued, staying quiet for a
       little bit after that as she tried to deduce what this creature
       could have been. Was it a changeling trying to feed off her?
       Unlikely, there were no 'loving' feelings about that exchange.
       Was it something trying to charm her? Probably not; again, the
       feeling of exhaustion would not be here, and she would be more
       absent-minded if that were the case. She turned to this
       'paranormal investigator'; perhaps he could share some insight,
       "What do you think, mister professional? Creature in the fog,
       draining innocent ponies of their energy...?"
       #Post#: 1101--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Insidious Penumbra Date: February 6, 2014, 3:58 am
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       After sending off his raven, Penumbra entered the Guiding Light
       by Ruby's side, concerned brown eyes still glancing between her,
       and the thick fog that surrounded the town, as he wondered what
       exactly had happened to her. It seemed she was exhausted, or had
       been exhausted by something.. Perhaps something had drained her
       magic, or just her energy..
       Settling by the bar, he waved off Lamplight's offer with a
       polite smile, before turning to Ruby again, chuckling a little
       at her dry tone and blatant dislike of phony mystics.
       "Heh, not likely." Was the dark eyed stallion's only response to
       her sardonic words, his own dismissive tone making it clear that
       he had no love for those types either.
       Her follow up questions caused him to pause in thought, before
       he slipped the bulky backpack off his back, and placed it down
       beside him, beginning to rifle through it as if looking for
       something.
       "Honestly, I'm not immediately sure what it was. Maybe an
       especially strong and bitter ghost, or some other angry spirit?
       If we couldn't see it, maybe it has some kind of beef with you
       specifically.. You get a good look at it?" Penumbra asked, as he
       continued searching his bags, a serious frown on his face.
       #Post#: 1129--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Lamplight Date: February 7, 2014, 9:04 am
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       Lamplight furrows her brow slightly, her eyes finding the
       nearest window, though the combined darkness and fog made it
       impossible to see anything out there. Something had been out
       there in the fog? What could it have been, if it drained Ruby
       from a distance, without either her or Insidious knowing?
       Lamplight doesn't know, but she's only had a few experiences
       with the paranormal. Figuring the other two would be able better
       at this than her, she turns and walks into the kitchen. She'd
       prefer not to bother firing up the stove at the moment, the late
       hour and her growing fatigue making doing any actual cooking
       seem like too much work. A salad should be fine. Easy to make;
       quick.
       #Post#: 1199--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Ruby Fortuna Date: February 10, 2014, 8:57 pm
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       Ruby shook her head before folding her front legs on the
       counter, resting her head upon them as she closed her eyes, the
       beating drum in her skull still causing her quite a large amount
       of pain. What did that thing in the fog look like? It had a coat
       of very similar colour to hers, and a mane that could
       practically match her own as well, but she knew that that thing
       in the fog wasn't her, since she was her after all. The only
       other mare that she knew looked like that would have to be
       somepony in her family, possibly her mother since she hadn't
       seen her since moving in with her new foster parents, but things
       could have changed since then, heck, she might not even be alive
       for all she knew. Still...
       The image of that cruelly smiling face looking her directly in
       the eye, those copper eyes staring at her from behind crimson
       bangs. Something so terrifying in that wicked smile, and the
       thing it belonged to just hiding within the fog... Ruby lifted
       her head, her eyes a little red and bleary from clenching them
       shut so hard and looked to her saddlebag, levitating a book onto
       the counter. Setting it down with a heavy thud, she unwound the
       bit of twine that held the book shut, brushing her hoof across
       the mark on the cover--a mark similar to the one on her flank--
       before flipping open the book. As her eyes began to scan the
       different pages, flipping through them at a rapid pace, she
       levitated her tarot cards from their deck case and began
       shuffling them idly, as a way to help her concentrate as she
       leafed through all of the cards.
       "I did get a look at it. It looked like me, and it was smiling,"
       she said quickly as she continued to leaf through both the cards
       and the book, her stomach growling quietly as Lamplight walked
       into the kitchen, "I think it could be a mimic, perhaps a
       changeling, maybe a doppelganger, some sort of glamour spell
       from a powerful spellcaster to protect their identity, be it
       vampire, wizard, magus, demon, celestial being, druid, or witch.
       A spiteful sprite could also be the case, but as far as I know,
       I have done nothing wrong, nor upset any."
       #Post#: 1222--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Insidious Penumbra Date: February 11, 2014, 8:38 am
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       Insidious looked on interestedly as Ruby dug out an old tome and
       began to flip through it, the book was clearly a bestiary or
       book of the macabre, if the mark on the front was any
       indication, and although he wondered at its origin, he didn't
       comment. The presence of tarot cards was similarly interesting,
       but since he wasn't skilled or knowledgeable in any form of
       divination, he continued to hold his tongue, until she herself
       described her experience with the entity.
       "So, if it looked like you, then it's clearly not a ghost, not
       unless you have a dead twin. As for mimics, well.. I don't know
       of any changelings that can hurt at a distance, and
       doppelgangers, in my experience, are more likely to slip a knife
       in your back when you're alone, than work any subtle magic on
       you. A glamour could be the case, yeah, but I wouldn't have
       thought there would be many witches, or even magic users that
       powerful, in a peaceful little town like this. In any case, I've
       sent Nev out to take a look, he should be back soon, and we can
       see if he found anything of interest." The dark robed stallion
       commented, frowning thoughtfully, his tone of thoughtful
       concentration making it clear that he was putting some thought
       into this issue, despite the fact he was supposed to be on
       vacation.
       #Post#: 1289--------------------------------------------------
       Re: After Hours
       By: Ruby Fortuna Date: February 13, 2014, 11:54 pm
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       Ruby rolled her eyes before continuing to peruse her tome,
       scanning each and every single line meticulously as she said
       off-handedly, "Sure, if your bird can find a powerful magical
       being that can apparently weaken ponies with one horrible look,
       then yeah, sure, I will trust the word of a bird--a raven no
       less." She didn't necessarily use a sarcastic tone in her voice,
       but the meaning behind it definitely was. Why trust a thing
       whose only concern is its next meal? Or better yet, why trust an
       animal? Well, if he was certain it was going to work, she was
       not going to stop the thing from proving her wrong; it wasn't
       like she was getting anywhere with her rapid research anyway. So
       much of this she had committed to memory, simply because it all
       interested her so much, yet nothing she could remember about
       what she saw.
       Maybe that was the encounter she so sought after? An encounter
       with an actual witch? No thinking about that now though, her
       headache flared up again, and she pushed her book out of the way
       to rest her head on the edge of the counter, looking down at her
       lap where her python's head happened to be resting. Where was he
       anyway? His head was on her lap, and he was coiled around her...
       left foreleg, yes, and she can still feel it, so that's good.
       The python just sat there, doing what it usually did, though
       Ruby wasn't so sure about it now. It was the first one to seem
       to sense the foreign presence and warn her about it, but she
       wouldn't have guessed a snake to be so attune to their
       environment. Perhaps their sense of smell is just that good.
       As she contemplated this, she continued to shuffle her cards as
       she awaited for the return of the raven and the arrival of food.
       Her practiced pace never broke, and the light flitting filled
       the air as the subtle scent of the sprig of mint came from the
       deck box. Idly, almost out of nowhere, she said flatly in a
       hoarse whisper, sounding as though her words were the result of
       several cards rustling against each other, "You still have yet
       to mention your name. Why are you so reluctant to allow me to
       call you by name?"
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