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#Post#: 3611--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: April 23, 2018, 10:18 pm
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Once Nivalia was given the green light, she immediately went to
work. Her brother's wounds were easy to treat. It's been a
hundred times she's done this at this point and thankfully it's
light scrapes and bruises. Next she moved over to Tinder, "Hey
you, I see you've been keeping everyone alive so far. Keep it
up!" The changeling hugs her orange companion, sending a wintry
chill through her. Pulling back, Tinder would find a full bottle
of meds in her hoof. Onyx would be next. Nivalia lowers her
horn, her magic slowly removing the bits of wood from her leg.
An application of medical gel and a wrap would numb the pain in
a cooling sensation. PLO would be sat up against a wall, a small
bottle of water resting on his hoof. Then she makes herway to
the armored stallion. A couple of minutes of inspection would
pass before Niv slowly levitated him on a couple of hay bales. A
breathing assistant mask is placed over the mouthpiece of the
helmet. Not the perfect fit, but it'll work. Rhythmic pumps are
executed with magic as Nivalia tends to the smaller burns
throughout the body. The remaining members appear in good shape,
and she certainly doesn't want to be in the middle of whatever
is going on there.
#Post#: 3612--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: April 24, 2018, 9:24 pm
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The unicorn watches over Nivalia as she tends to everyone's
injuries. They're in good care, which means he can focus on the
conversation. Foxtrot himself has regained consciousness, but
now sits backseat to the other mind still controlling his
actions and words. The glowing eyes focus on the sword as it's
put away. Everyone is talking about how to restore trust and
safety; odd when the process has already begun. He looks over to
Thunder, "We need to let her friend go. She put away her sword."
The stallion turns around over to Broadshield. "That was the
deal, right?" The glow in his eyes brighten; when he speaks, his
voice sounds eerily similar to the commander, albeit the
consistent artificial effect. "If you put the sword away, I'll
let her go, no strings attached, no back-stabbing, no going back
on my word, none of that." Finally he looks back to the griffon,
"She trusts us enough to put away her weapon. Now it's our turn.
We let her go, you let him go. Then we can actually work to find
out what's going on."
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: April 27, 2018, 6:15 pm
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Glory relaxes as the griffin puts the sword away, the situation
at least de-escalating a little bit. She frowns a little as
Nivalia steps out. Had she been following them the whole time?
Glory doesn't remember her being with them when they left the
inn. At least she seems like she was just here to help, instead
of waiting to jump out and do something foolish. "I'm not a
"random" monster hunter. My organization received and anonymous
tip that Weaver would be the next location targeted. I'm
actually here with two others. Not any of these guys though."
She addresses the griffin, giving a vague wave of her hoof to
indicate everyone else in the barn. "As far as I know we were
all just concerned about the break-in." Of course, it turned out
she wasn't the only one who was not who she seemed. Thunder
hadn't said specifically that they were here about the monsters,
but it seems the most likely explanation for why three guards
were hanging around in disguise. Four if she counts Broadshield,
who hadn't identified himself but definitely seemed to be
working with the others. "If you guys aren't the ones doing
this, then who are you?" She looks over at Arum. "She might be
from here, but you don't exactly seem like just concerned
citizens"
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Re: Weaver
By: Broadshield Date: April 28, 2018, 8:28 am
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Throughout the entire exchange, Broadshield continues to remain
silent, tightening the headlock around the pegasus, whose name
is eventually revealed to be "Arum" when the griffon initially
refuses to budge. When the griffon finally puts away her weapon,
he is about to let go before he is interrupted by... "Foxtrot".
He knows its not really Foxtrot. "Two things before I do. First,
whatever you are, I don't want you talking to me, especially
with that piss poor imitation of my voice. Don't think I've
forgiven your people for Manehatten." he says, speaking to
Foxtrot.
"Second, exactly what the hell am I doing here? This is clearly
more than what I thought I was being signed up for with that
letter I got, and this seems to be a bit out of the jurisdiction
of just the commander of the 141st Airbourne Battalion. Speaking
of, where the hell is that letter that I got anyway?" he says,
addressing Thunder and Mana. After his second question was
answered, he would immediately release Arum, shoving her away as
he did, unless either of them dropped another bombshell on this
case.
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: April 29, 2018, 10:15 pm
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“I dunno,” Thunder shrugged at Broadshield’s question then
gestured towards the still unconscious Mana, “You’ll have to ask
him. He’s the one that had it.”
As Arum was released the griffin would hold Mana for only a few
seconds longer before letting go of Mana’s horn and allowing his
muzzle to bop onto the ground and elicit some absent-minded
kicks from the slumbering stallion.
“Check him,” the griffin ordered Arum away from her glaring to
see to the armored stallion whom had remained motionless ever
since the end of the fight. Arum, clearly still on guard, made
sure to have her bow with her before doing as she was told and
her checking of the stallion was frequently interrupted by her
watching the surrounding ponies.
“We live in Equestria and are pretty concerned over this,” the
griffin replied to Glory as she stepped away from Mana, “But I
suppose we’re a little more than that, sure. My name is
Charybdis. I act as a sort of lieutenant of the Hyacintho
Militum.”
“Never heard of them,” Thunder declared while taking steps
closer to Mana to ensure that there would be no repeat of what
had just happened.
“That seems right,” the griffin, Charybdis it seemed, confirmed,
“We’re small, but around. Normally we don’t get directly
involved unless its serious and instead try to stay anonymous
and do things quiet.”
"Professionals? Like mercenaries, vigilantes, a mob or what?"
"It's a mix. Anyone who can be of help can join. Imagine if its
like her Vigil group only underground and more secretive." She
nodded towards Glory. Arum was silent as the discussion carried
on, her inspection of the armored stallion’s condition having
yet to produce any apparent results. Thunder retrieved Mana’s
badge to ensure that they not forget it and then tossed
Foxtrot’s back to him before asking more.
“You said you thought we were the ones causing everything. Why?”
“You’re staying at the Green Lion,” Charybdis answered,
“interesting people have been poking around there the last
couple months. Not only that, but the rooms a few of you were
using was reserved using funds drawn from an account we’ve been
watching over in Canterlot. The guy that did it was confirmed as
a person of interest who runs money for a crew of criminals. He
left town the same day, but we stayed to wait and see what would
happen. Shortly after you all came and took the rooms.
Considering the little powder project they have going over there
we took this as either extra security or prepping to clean the
place out when things kicked off. We were pretty convinced after
we saw the group of you come running for the stuff.”
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: May 1, 2018, 11:21 pm
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Foxtrot catches his badge and gave it a look over. Judging from
how things are winding down, the other conscious decides it's
user is over for now. The stallion closeshis eyes and takes a
deep breath. Once they open, they're back to their original
brown. Voice is normal too. Pocketing the badge, he focuses on
the conversation. Money laundering, criminal organizations, and
somehow both parties here were put in a position to believe the
other had a part in it. Espionage at its finest; though it's not
good if they're playing catch up. Normally he'd be able to
deduct points and connect the dots, but after the fight and the
severe use of magic, the mental exhaustion is taking its toll.
For now, he listens on to see what the best course to take is.
#Post#: 3617--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: May 2, 2018, 1:00 pm
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Nivalia keeps the respirator on the stallion as Arum approaches
and tends to him. Her bag is laid onto the floor between them
and opened. Bandages, gauze, pills, anything one might need
would be there. "Help yourself to whatever you need," she says
softly. A spray bottle and a roll of medical wraps float out
towards her as she turns her attention to Broadshield. His
wounds look... bad. The respirator still continues to do its
work as its still enveloped by the mare's magic. "Excuse me
commander," Nivalia says, letting him know of her presence,
"this will just take a moment." Stretching his wing out, her
magic picks any loose feathers. Time for the spray. Along the
length of his wing she spritzed it down. A cold sensation would
fill the area before it becomes numb, feeling only the pressure
of the wraps being aroun wound securely after. "There you go,
all set." With that done she returns to the armored pony to tend
to his needs.
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: May 4, 2018, 10:33 pm
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Glory lets out a relieved sigh as the hostages are both
released, and rolls her eyes a little about them living in
Equestria and being concerned. She eyes the downed stallion, who
the newcomer seems to be tending to well enough for the moment.
She hadn't seen exactly what happened but it probably involved
the lightning earlier, so things likely weren't looking good for
him. At least this new unicorn seems to know what she's doing.
"You can call me Glory." She replies to Charybdis, making a
mental note to ask Day Lily if she's heard about them later.
Though it is unlikely she'll know anything, and digging up
information in a town like Weaver would be impossible.
Definitely something to check out once she gets back to
Canterlot though. She's not sure she entirely believes that
explanation though. "The rooms being reserved does certainly
sound suspicious. Sounds like we might have been set up. Get
everyone at each other's throats so they can do whatever it is
they're doing here. You mentioned something about teleports?"
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: May 7, 2018, 11:09 am
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“Any news?” Charybdis asked Arum, the Pegasus letting loose a
frustrated sigh before turning to respond.
“I can’t really tell. Not yet at least,” she shrugged and gave
the stallion another brief look over, “He seems to be alive but
only just. Best case he’s out for a while and we’ll have to
carry him out. Worst case he’s in a coma and might die by
morning. I don’t know if I’m going to even get his armor off any
time soon – I mean there’s a flippin mound of melted metal fused
to it now so that’s going to make separating those pieces a
bitch.”
“Is there a risk to moving him? I need us gone. Soon.”
“Maybe? Probably? He’s got burns around where the bolt hit but
his bones and junk are fine. It’s his brain and organs that’s
probably been fried… He’s going to be heavy to move with all
this metal though.”
“Take off what you can and stash it somewhere, I’ll move him
myself when we’re done here.”
“Uh… Maybe you should take him to a clinic or something?”
Thunder suggested, raising an eyebrow at the absence of the
idea, “Sounds kind of serious.”
“You worry about yours,” Charybdis replied, “I’ll worry about
mine.”
Arum went to work in stripping what she could off the stallion
while snapping a warning to Nivalia not to even think about
touching any of the pieces. The legs and such would be easy to
make bare but the melted rebar would make removing the pieces
around the torso extremely difficult to impossible without
careful and precise tools or magics used to cut the pieces off.
Given their evident intent to ditch the place soon, chances were
slim either Charybdis or Arum would be willing to attempt
anything like that here.
“Yes, teleports,” Charybdis addressed Glory, “Some wildlife has
been getting dropped into the surrounding cities during high
traffic, usually during special events or peak market hours with
one stretched example in Perticity and two exceptions in Corona
and Cloudsdale. Ranged from rabbits to manticores.”
“Nuh-uh!” Thunder cut in with a shake of his head that turned
into a nod then another shake, “I mean yeah, but no, only mostly
yes. Cloudsdale wasn’t part of this that was just an industrial
accident. Some of the coils overloaded. This animal thing was
unrelated and started in Greenswill after the cloud stacks
fell.”
“The Crown striking out again,” Charybdis mocked, “excuse me as
a reel. Arum?”
“This thing is a solid piece now,” Arum pried at the metal in
futility, “aint no way it’s coming off tonight.”
“Take the pieces and go, I’ll meet up with you tomorrow once
he’s somewhere dark.” Tossing what pieces were able to fit her
onto herself and then gathering up what was left in a surviving
crate, Arum was quick when it came to readying herself to leave.
Charybdis drew closer to the downed stallion before continuing
with the group.
“This started in Cloudsdale, they just didn’t use animals then.
Instead saboteurs, people, guys with the right magic to cause a
big enough boom. It can’t be a coincidence that its happening
all over right after the factory goes down. I know because I’ve
been dealing with them for a while, I even caught up to them a
couple times over the last week or so and tried to get some
answers only to get the run around and lose them the first
chance they had to bolt.”
Arum would leave at this time if there were no reasons to stay
and Charybdis looked about ready to do the same as she was
eyeing the stallion to see how best to pick him up.
“And who’s ‘they’ supposed to be? Believe it or not we can’t
read your mind.” Thunder was tired of the pronoun game.
“I would be surprised if you could read at all,” Charybdis
didn’t look up from what she was doing, “walking around here
without even knowing the full story and expecting to just
stumble onto something useful.”
“Didn’t we?” Thunder smirked and pointed at the room around
them, Charybdis narrowing her eyes at him and shaking a single
claw.
“That’s one you get,” she said.
“So, who’s ‘they’?”
“Just some crooks. I’ll be taking care of them tomorrow if there
still here. Was hoping to get them tonight but now I guess I’ll
have to catch them in the act. If they even stick around.”
“SO,” Thunder said firmly and paused after every syllable, “WHO.
IS. ‘THEY-“
“If you want to make yourselves useful,” Charybdis continued to
dodge the specific question Thunder was asking with a small
smile of amusement over his annoyance, “Vandalize the barn.”
“I’m pretty sure it got vandalized more than it’s ever deserved
already.”
“No. What I mean is make it look more like a group of drunk
tourists decided that a condemned sign was a green light to
break things and less like a small skirmish. Just scribble some
profanity on the wall, litter or draw something lewd. If the
guys causing trouble haven’t already noticed the lightning bolt
shooting into the sky earlier, then we might be able to avoid
spooking them into a hole somewhere.”
“Oh, so it’s ‘we’ now. I’m still hung up on ‘they’ and now
there’s a ‘we’.”
“Or, you can just let yourselves get caught by the town watch
and be blamed for the damage,” Charybdis shrugged, “your choice.
They won’t find any traces of us, I can promise you that, and if
word gets out the Royal Guards are poking around then you won’t
be finding them either.”
#Post#: 3620--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: May 7, 2018, 9:55 pm
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Tinder takes a deep breath as her pills cut in, between that and
the cold from Niv's hug she seems to finally have her magic
under control, even if it is a little late. Though not listening
to much, she does hear the vandalise and seems pretty into that
idea, and not so much into getting blamed for what went down
here. Grabbing her knife from the floor and heading to the
nearest wall, carving into it some less then nice things about
someone's mother, as well as drawing some lewd images here and
there. Finally her knack for art is coming in handy.
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