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#Post#: 3430--------------------------------------------------
Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: November 28, 2017, 5:37 pm
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Weaver was formed only a few generations ago and originally had
consisted of a single home on a back road the few ever traveled.
Living on this road was a single pony, accounts from outsiders
conflict on the gender but its most widely believed to have been
a mare and this is most commonly confirmed as such by the more
studious residents, who would spend her days in peaceful -
though occasionally lonely - solitude, appreciating her quiet
home and asking nothing of anyone else. On the contrary, if ever
one found themselves on her road and weren't prepared for the
lengthy trek it would take to reach shelter, Weaver would offer
her roof and basic survival ammenities while wishing only for
them to promise to deliver to her news of the traveler's good
fortune in return. A blanket was always included in this care
package, hoof crafted by the mare herself and besting or
rivaling any comparison. These would later be highly valued but
never traded as the travelers would begin to attribute their
improved luck in business, relations or whatever else they
valued to the comfort that their nights spent snuggled in the
soft warmth of the gift and memory of Weave's generosity gave
them. Making good on their promise, most would return at least
once to visit the mare and share with her tales of how something
in their lives was improving. Any subject was welcome as Weaver
merely appreciated the company.
This would continue for years, but as Weaver began to age and
find increasing difficulty in caring for herself the travelers
would visit with higher frequency. The reason was to check on
her health and hopefully repay the kindness she'd showed them
despite her insisting they were never obligated to. Regardless,
more and more ponies came. One saw potential in an inn that
would help shelter the visitors, so they built one. Another
thought this a good place to set up an outpost for trade, so
they did. Some took inspiration from Weaver and the small cotton
field she'd worked by herself for so long and began to plant
their own. Others wanted to help turn that cotton into
something. The rest came to provide whatever else the
inhabitants may have needed. Weaver didn't live long enough to
see the town become fully developed, but when the time came for
an official name the founders were all in agreement.
Today the generosity and kindness of Weaver is remembered by a
local annual event called the Loom Festival where the residents
are encouraged to practice such virtues themselves. Gifts are
freely given between friends and families and shelter is
provided to visitors at no cost, participating inns compensated
after the fact by the town to better encourage tourism. Games
and small shows are put on down the main street and while its
usually a modest affair the growth of the town has increased
attendance to a repectable number over the years. While still
heavily overshadowed by the more lavish Gem Exchange of
Berylsburg, the Loom Festival is slowly growing and provides a
more rural experience compared to the city scape of Berylsburg.
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Weaver wasn't bothered much by the recent heat and lack of
relief from Cloudsdale. The accident that was hampering weather
production was something few of the residents noticed or worried
over as the heat still averaged on the high end of acceptable
for the cotton fields that served as their main resource, the
field owners and workers used to heat as theyre long hours in
the sun had done wonders to condition them.
The mayors had been unfair when summarizing Weaver and its
status. While off the beaten path in the sticks and only just
now treading into the early stages of becoming more than a small
mill town, Weaver was a valuable asset to the country as their
hoof crafted blankets and heavy import of textiles was a small
but important link in the chain of trade that Equestria
appreciated. Located in a comfortable nook of land situated
between the cities of Corona, Perticity and Berylsburg and about
two days by hoof to two of the three trade was relatively easy
and convenient for all involved as regular shipments left via
the road up until the recent addition of a train station and
rails hammered down through their eastern corner. Not wanting
the transportation to be the only renovation for the town and
hopefully capitalize on Weavers increasingly frequent growth
spurts, the town had also commissioned a full renovation of the
town hall and torn up the worn crac*ked cobblestones in their
modest town center to better lay a fresh and solid street to
show off their progress. While the street was finished in time
for the Loom Festival, kicked off the day before and expected to
last to tomorrow at least, and would serve as the heart of the
festivities the town hall had not, an unfortunate regret of the
governance but an easy spin for the right voices.
Unfinished project? Nah, that's supposed to look like that. A
sign of progress and change. Yeah, that's it. The ponies of the
town would hardly notice anyway, and most of the guests had yet
to complain aside from a couple of city ponies who thought it an
eye sore and felt it necessary to inform the town watch. Those
arriving on the train today weren't expected to mind, but who
could know for sure?
#Post#: 3432--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: November 28, 2017, 6:23 pm
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"No, they aren't edible." wearing robes while on the job was
weird for Mana but a welcome change from the armor that could
have felt like an oven in this heat. Hefting it around on his
back in some luggage though wasn't so much fun. It helped to
keep the sun off of him a bit, but wearing the armor would have
been preferred. Just felt wrong not being in uniform.
"Do they turn you invisible?"
"Not that I'm aware."
"If you tie the ends around your neck can you glide with them?"
"Let's not try."
"Oh, I get it. If you wrap one around yourself you become an
immovable object. Stand in front of a train kind of stuff. I
gotcha now."
"You did it," Mana half turned to Thunder as they stepped off of
the newly arrived train in Weaver's station, stretching his legs
after the near full day and a half trip feeling amazing as he
watched the other stallion forgo the steps and enter into a
hover that he had probably been dying to do since boarding, "You
crac*ked the code. Weaver harbors the secret to antimatter,
invulnerability and super soldiers in its blankets. Don't let
this slip to the general population, they'll test it by running
into each other and cause the world to blow up."
"You know I can't keep a secret," Thunder retrieved his bag, one
far bulkier due to his less careful packing, and dropped it onto
the station near Mana, "and one as juicy as this just has to get
leaked. Leaked like the nuclear waste they sneak into the
fabrics. It's why they're supposed to be so warm I'm sure."
"You didn't sleep much on the way here, did you?"
"Sleep is for the weak," Thunder joked, reinvigorated by the
long trip finally ending, "If I'd left myself open they might
have thrown one of their poison quilts over me. Put me into a
coma. Or flatten me out or whatever these things are supposed to
do."
"Don't spend all your money on blankets, Thunder."
"Don't buy blankets in the nap capitol of the world? Are you
sure you're not the one that missed out on sleep?"
"Just don't be dissapointed when they don't give you super
powers."
"Eh, I don't need them to," Thunder landed, placing a hoof over
his bag as i posing for a comic book cover, "You know what they
say about too much of a good thing. By the way, I'm going to
need you to carry this for me, the trip was so long that I think
my muscles got all atrophied."
"You'll be fine, we aren't going far."
"How far?"
"Down the street I think?" Mana removed a piece of paper from
his saddle bag, unfolding it and giving it a quick look with a
hum, "... Yeah, down the street and take a left-"
"A left!? I didn't sign up for this!"
"-follow the road down and it's on the right. Inn is called The
Green Lion, has a sign that shows as much out front and doubles
as a small alchemy shop. Should be easy enough to spot."
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: November 28, 2017, 9:41 pm
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As soon as Foxtrot steps out of the train, he's immediately
beset with the warmth and humidity that Weaver's immersed in. It
was a comforting sensation, a reminder of a long time ago at a
home so very far away. It's a nice place, a place worth fighting
for, a place worth keeping safe. Weaver? It's someone's home.
Someone's sanctuary from the dangers the world is filled with.
Just like his own home, it's worth protecting, it's worth
keeping safe. His scarred ear flicks in the direction of the
guards as they have a rather interesting talk about the blankets
this growing town is well known for. His own ruck sack slung
over his shoulder holding the necessities. A change of clothes;
really, just two extra pairs of his green jacket. More of his
armor plates, and random trinkets to make it that much heavier.
For now, the unicorn kept to himself. He looks back to the train
and awaits for his companions to come out as well.
"Foooox!" A tall, dark, slender mare emerges right after. Her
sun hat blocking out much of the rays as a slightly larger bag
levitates with a green aura of magic. "It's so hot out here! Ugh
and my hair is starting to poof up!" Another bag of equal size
follows out behind her. A green cross stitched on the sides;
best to be prepared for anything. However no amount of medical
supplies could save her mane from the effects of the current
weather.
"Well you knew it was gonna be like this when we got here."
Foxtrot rolls his eyes and follows Mana and Thunder to the inn,
"Make sure you don't lose any of your things, Niv. If we're
lucky, we won't need any of it."
"Better have it and not need it than need it and not have it." A
common phrase the disguised changeling chimed off before looking
back towards the train, awaiting for the others to step off.
Part of her knew that things may become difficult, but that's
why they're there. If anyone is going to cause trouble for these
innocent ponies, then they will surely be getting trouble from
them.
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Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: November 29, 2017, 9:21 am
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Following close behind Niv is Tinder, she promised she would
keep her safe and that promise counts for outside the store as
well. As soon as she feels the heat hit her she starts to regret
coming here, her body not used to this kind of heat, making it
feel a little like she's going to boil alive. Generally she
would hug and greet Fox, but moving is hard enough for her in
this heat, she doesn't need to add his body warmth to it. Tinder
frowns as the sparks start to appear, she should have researched
this ahead of time, her magic is never going to work here.
Taking the moment she has behind everyone to grab a bottle from
her bag and down a few pill, that's pretty much all her bag
holds, she wasn't sure how long she'd be gone so she stocked up
on pills not wanting to go through withdrawal at a time like
this.
#Post#: 3435--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: November 29, 2017, 5:11 pm
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As the train slowed to a stop, Nyx rested her head against the
window, golden eyes closed as she half-dozed. Generally, she
took very good care of herself, but she was so close to cracking
a spell to make a construct transferable and semi-permanent,
with the ability to remain stable for nearly six hours! And in
her excitement, she had worked straight through the two previous
nights. In fact, she would still be working non-stop, if she
hadn't felt like some gossip from the magical grapevine
warranted thorough investigation. She hadn't told anyone exactly
where she was going, even her trusty secretary had received a
vague note, but she didn't want to be hampered by some
suspicious reporter or an overly zealous donator trailing after
her.
Nyx jolted to awareness as passengers started to get up, gather
their things, and exit the train. She grabbed the strap of the
small duffel bag by her and tossed it onto her back as she got
up. She was going to try to keep a low profile, and that meant
using as little magic as possible. A multi-colored aura served,
at best, an eye-catcher, and, at worse, a clear indicator of her
identity for anyone familiar with the scientific community. She
found herself behind a tall orange unicorn as ponies made their
way towards the door. Still a bit groggy, Nyx’s gaze lazily
rolled over the other passengers. After nearly constant practice
over several years, seeing others’ magical energy had become a
second nature to Nyx.
The orange unicorn ahead of her, for example, had a fairly
obvious yellow aura, to Nyx anyway. The dark unicorn that was
next, however, made Nyx’s eyes widen. Her bright green aura was
so bright that it almost hurt to look at. Usually magical energy
clearly indicated race, but the aura had all the aspects of a
unicorn’s, earth pony’s, and pegasus’s magic. What in
Equestria...? The mare in question looked back and Nyx’s wide,
confused eyes met the other mare’s. Not wanting to be caught
staring, Nyx lowered her gaze almost immediately. As the line
move forward, she puzzled over the strange aura.
So focused on the mystery, Nyx didn’t even notice that she
needed to step down from the train to get onto the platform. As
a result, she tripped and completely face planted on the hard
ground, her bag flying off her back. She let out a quiet groan
and got to her hooves. Her nose had received the brunt of the
impact, and was clearly bleeding. She muttered a curse under her
breath, wiping at the blood with her hoof and glancing around
for her bag.
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Re: Weaver
By: Brash and Carri Date: November 29, 2017, 7:53 pm
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"We're almost there." Tungsten calls into the wagon in which
Brash and Carri had been in on the road to Weaver. He hadn't
been wearing his armor on the way, and he'd be sure to not be
seen without it.
Carri swoops through the curtains on the front of the wagon and
glides above Tungsten, "She's almost done."
"It won't be perfect, you'll need a new set of armor with gold
plating on the inside." Brash states among the sound of clanking
metals emanating from the wagon.
"What use is gold on the inside?" Golden armor didn't sound good
for any reason to Tungsten.
"It's not for looks!" Brash heaves Tungsten's helmet out of the
cart, it plummets to the ground and Tungsten stops. "Magic can
more easily attune to gold, so what you naturally emit will have
more of an effect." Brash explains as she hops out and tries to
pull the helmet up. In confusion she continues to struggle with
it until Carri lands next to her and grabs it, lifting it up
with no effort.
"That's really light." She exclaims.
Tungsten takes it from her and puts it on, it looked like his
helmet always did, but blue streaks of magic faintly whizzed
across the surface. "It doesn't even feel like I have it on." He
speaks with breathless amazement.
Brash isn't able to brag over it though, her first trial with
these runes her father had discovered and they were working
perfectly on everypony but her. "They, uh..." She starts to
climb back into the wagon. "The armor needs to be light, or else
Sprocket won't be able to move." Her eyes focused deeply on
nothing in particular as she got back to the other pieces of
armor. "Carri, take these to Tungsten when I finish." She says,
listless.
The rest of the ride is silent as the group moves into Weaver,
Tungsten fully equipped with his blackened armor, yet moving
easily regardless of his weighty armor. He parks the wagon in
front of the inn, the final destination in their mobile workshop
test before heading back. When Brash was informed of the free
room she put everything aside to test this idea, should she ever
become enough of an outlaw to not be able to stay in one place.
Tungsten heads into the inn to get their room ready whilst Carri
peeks into the wagon to check on Brash. She had been entranced,
etching patterns into metal with a deep blue piece of chalk, but
the outside light enters her eye and she stops to glare at
Carri. Carri gasps and closes the curtain, she then takes flight
to look around the town.
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Re: Weaver
By: Broadshield Date: November 29, 2017, 11:56 pm
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Broadshield stepped out of his inn on his second day at Weaver,
the heat and humidity of the air hitting him in the face the
second he opened the door. He made good use of his time by
exploring all the sights that this "Loom Festival" had to offer
in Weaver, in its own little corner of Equestria. Had it not
been for the letter that he received he would not have known
that this place even existed to begin with. Equestria was big,
and EQUINOX's influence and reach rivaling the very continent
and beyond, but that didn't mean they controlled or had some
influence over everything, every corner of the globe. Not yet at
least. Broadshield thought back onto the message he got but a
few days ago.
[center]~~~[/center]
To whom it may concern,
[center]I ask for your assistance with some guardsmen in the
town of Weaver. We have reason to believe that something may
occur in the town that will require assistance. I ask you
because I know of how your group has dealt with creatures from
the Everfree in the past, and I believe you will be best suited
for this task.
I would ask that you keep knowledge of this particular mission
to the rest of your organization to a minimum, it would be
preferable that you do not involve them at all. This mission is
not sanctioned by the Crown, and I would much rather not make
this a bigger deal than it needs to be, EQUINOX's operations in
Saddle Arabia and more recently in Manehatten are a testament to
that.
I have also included a ticket to Weaver, along with
accommodation for an inn in Weaver for the duration of your time
in Weaver. Finally, I would ask that you be as incognito as
possible, as there is no need to raise suspicion or alarm at
Weaver during the Loom Festival. I cannot offer you anything at
this time, I ask that you accept this for the good and safety of
the civilians of Weaver, and the rest of Equestria. You will be
given more details in Weaver should you choose to
accept.[/center]
[right]Regards,
Head Instructor Gleam[/right]
[center]~~~[/center]
Broadshield looked over the letter once more before setting it
down next to another letter he got at seemingly the same time,
from other authoritative figures from around Equestria,
recounting the same thing more or less, but also promising
payment and supplies to EQUINOX for Broadshield's service. He
poured over a large map of Equestria searching for the town of
Weaver. On any other day he would have easily sent in EQUINOX,
or if need be the Reapers on this mission and resolve it
quickly, but both letters were clear; EQUINOX's involvement, and
by extension the Reapers, was to be kept to a minimum.
"What do you think Boss?" a voice calls out from across his
office that breaks Broadshield out of his train of thought. "If
you think too hard you might hurt yourself." the voice
continues. Broadshield looks up to see his trusted
second-in-command, Szar.
"I don't know. Something doesn't seem right. On one hoof it
could be nothing but a waste of time. Then again, last time we
thought nothing of a series of seemingly harmless events, a
Manehatten skyscraper collapsed."
"Fair point. Whatever you decide I support it, and I know the
rest of us will."
Broadshield thought for a few more moments before getting up.
"None of this discussion leaves this room. I won't be longer
than a week. EQUINOX is under your command until then. I'll play
along and I won't get anyone else involved, so radio silence."
he says, beginning to pack the essentials: clothes, money, ID,
and a combat knife. No guns this time. "While I'm gone, keep
looking for Fox."
"Last time we saw him, he said he was going into deep cover. No
one knows where he is. His training with the 26 in the Phantom
Initiative has seen to that much."
"Just do it for my sake ok?" he says, before zipping up his bag,
now ready to go. "I'll see you soon." he leaves hanging in the
air as he leaves.
[center]~~~[/center]
Broadshield continued to wander around the town, waiting on the
designated meeting time and location given to him, so he can get
more information on these 'occurances'
#Post#: 3439--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: December 1, 2017, 12:49 pm
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Faded Glory stifles a yawn, blinking her eyes to keep them open
and taking a quick sip from the lemonade she brought with her.
She'd been loitering around the train station like this since
early this morning, and long hours the previous day
investigating the rest of the town plus the heat was making her
want nothing more than to go back to the inn and take a good
nap. She can't do that though, not until her relief gets here.
So for now she just has to stay awake and keep an eye on the new
arrivals. Like the two stallions with the rather large luggage
there, apparently bickering about something. She ambles closer,
straining her ears to try to pick up the conversation.
Thankfully, Glory doesn't have to get too close to listen in,
the earring on her left ear enhancing her senses so she can hear
what's being said. Seems they're just trying to find the inn.
She listens for a few more seconds before dismissing them and
turning her attention elsewhere. The unicorn with the vest and
some kind of sword, for instance. Openly carrying a weapon is
certainly unusual, and the jacket certainly seems odd in this
heat as well... He's soon joined by a pair of mares, who seem
relatively normal. She watches them for a few moments. They
weren't acting suspicious in any way at least, but she still
makes a mental note to keep an eye on the brown unicorn at
least. The next arrival, another unicorn mare who stares at the
previous group strangely before missing the step off the train
and falling flat on her face. Glory winces as the mare picks
herself up, and goes back to discreetly watching all the ponies
on their way to wherever they're staying. It won't be long until
Glory heads that way too, and a nice long nap...
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Re: Weaver
By: Serenity Date: December 1, 2017, 10:28 pm
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Serenity looks around to get her bearings as she steps off the
train. She hadn't initially planned on coming to the festival.
Her older sister came every year, though, and begged her to go
while she stayed home sick in Cloudsdale. She also made her
promise to bring back souvenirs, hence the mostly empty bags on
her back. Just a few essentials is all she had; plus a modest
sum of bits.
Almost absentmindedly, she notices the unicorn falling just in
front of her as they step off. She'd try to help her up, but it
seems as though she already has that under control, so Serenity
trots after the bag that was dropped. While carrying it back she
slips her wing into a pocket of her right saddlebag and pulls
out a tissue, which she offers to the red mare.
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: December 3, 2017, 2:04 pm
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The Green Lion was no five star hotel for celebrities, but in
Weaver it could boast to having some pretty decent rooms
available for those passing through town. The sign outside
portrayed a stylized lion colored appropriately to the buildings
name while the windows currently had pasted over posters
notifying passers-by of the free rooms guests from out of town
could be given. It was a two story building with a single
entrance that opened into a shopfront-lobby hybrid where the
left would curve ones way towards a selection of various potions
and ingredients suited to alchemical practices and the right
would open up into a wider room where seating and a fireplace -
mercifully left cold - was available for guests to relax and set
down their bags. A main desk for the staff was in between in an
almost comical split where a few steps behind to either the left
or right would bring one to a shelf of tagged bottles or a
secured glass case of keys respectively. It wasn't super busy at
this hour, most were off enjoying the games and such on the
towns main road, but a few ponies could still be found browsing,
traversing the staircase leading up to the second level, resting
on the chairs and cushions or simply seeking relief from the
heat outside. One mare monitored those wandering the shop while
a second stood ready to assist with assigning rooms in
preparation for the recently arrived train, waving those she
didn't recognize over to remind or inform of the festivals
current offer.
--
Back at the train station Mana Burn would be too busy collecting
an event map from a pony handing them out to help newcomers to
notice the stumble from the mare though thunder would catch it
in time to wince. He'd have offered some help himself but
another pony had gotten there first with a tissue and he didn't
want to crowd the possibly embarrassed mare and make her feel
like all attention was on her. He was fine with instead swiping
a guide map for himself and quickly scanning to see if there
were any neat attractions anywhere that he would want to hit.
Like a cannon or giant slingshot he could be shot from. Pie
eating contests were not off the table either, though the pies
soon would be if he had his way.
"Try not to get lost," Mana said over to Thunder with a smirk,
his bag still balanced well over his back while Thunder was
tipping slightly in the air from dividing his hooves between his
own and the map, "that left coming up could be sharp, and I know
you get lost in crowds easy."
"Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure I've always been the one to find
our way back after getting lost in forests and junk."
"Being able to fly high enough to literally see where we're
going usually helps with that."
"My point. It still stands." The banter would continue, mostly
to kill time as they traveled, and Mana would look over to Fox
and his sister before losing himself in the map given and trying
to compare it to a more detailed for serious map of the town
he'd studied on his way here.
"Careful now," Thunder would warn Foxtrot on the ground below,
his map soon being held in his teeth to free up the hoof and
better hold the luggage, "dis weighsh like a miyion baziyion
pounds if I dwop it you might get pancaked."
"Why not just carry it on your back then?" Mana would ask
without looking up.
"You're ashking for a lot."
"Actually, I'm asking for less."
The inn was indeed close. It would be only a few minutes before
they would reach it from the train station. Thunder would sigh
with relief upon seeing the sign out front and let his back
finally come to a rest on the street with a clunk. Mana,
thinking the volume of said clunk was too high, would turn his
attention from his map reading directly to the pegasus behind in
order to scold him but would be cut off by his walking right
into a wagon parked out front. He'd failed to notice it due to
his muzzle having been buried in his papers and he reeled back
slightly with a soft grunt before rubbing his nose in annoyance
and looking at the papers he'd released from his magic from the
mild impact.
"Woah, jeez, careful there, Mana," Thunder would go on to tease,
"You almost attacked that wagon with your horn. If you'd been
going any faster you might have stabbed it and gotten stuck,
then I'd have probably died from laughter and you'd have been
taken to jail."
"Just get us a room or two, Thunder," Mana would plead then
follow with a meaningful glare, "and try not to drop your bag
too much, I'd rather it didn't explode open and make us pick
everything up from the street."
"Go inside? You don't have to tell me twice!" There was nothing
but dust left in his wake, his bag even somehow managing to
apparently become weightless for those few moments alone.
"I dunno if you'd want to maybe keep an eye on him?" Mana would
turn his attention to Fox as his horn would light up to retrieve
his things, "Before he went and, I don't know, suplexes a couch
or dumps a bucket of water over someone's head. Leaving him
alone when he's excited can sometimes lead to shenanigans."
--
Thunder was in the mood for shenanigans, but the heat outside
combined with lugging his bag around had sapped a good deal of
his energy. Right now he just wanted some water, or something at
least that would slake his thirst. The inn half of the desk had
pens and a book for signing in surely, but the other half - for
some reason an alchemy shop when Thunder would think a gift shop
or diner would have fit better - had all those potions and such
that he could maybe chug down. He'd nearly gotten distracted
enough to wander off and search for the closest thing he could
find to a soft drink when he'd noticed one of the ponies at the
desk. Full suit of black armor with some fancy blue mumbo jumbo
going on around the noggin and possibly elsewhere that he hadn't
noticed. That was... hmm... Guess he'd have to actually work
today.
Trotting over Thunder claimed a place at the back of the short
line that consisted of basically just Thunder and the armored
pony upon his arrival as the pony in front had just finished and
was on his way.
"Hello!" the friendly looking mare behind the desk greeted
Thunder as he arrived, her light blue coat and slightly darker
blue mane and eyes a refreshing sight after bearing the sun's
malevolent hatred. Or divine hatred. Or whatever. Thunder didn't
care who controlled it right now cause it was hot and a jerk.
"I will be with you in just a moment!" she assured him as she
had done the same to Tungsten before giving the latter her full
attention, "Hi! My name is Spirit. Looking for a room? We still
have a couple of the larger rooms available if you have a big
group, and yes all rooms are free," she spoke with an obvious
practiced cadence, though it didn't come off as rude but instead
merely as if she'd been asked for assurance a million times
before and was anticipating the question, "but we must limit the
size of your room based on the size of your party to best manage
space. We will also need signatures from each guest to confirm
party size but we don't need to do that immediately if you have
a lot of bags outside and need help getting out of the heat."
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