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       #Post#: 3621--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Foxtrot Date: May 10, 2018, 11:35 am
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       Despite the exchange of information going on, Foxtrot wasn't
       fully focused on it. His eyes keep wandering to the fallen
       stallion. Is he alright? The attack stopped his own heart, what
       could it have done to him? He tries to push away the thought,
       tries. Once the suggestion to tear the place up is given,
       Foxtrot immediately gets to it. He looks around. Something to
       vandalize with... spray paint! A box of paint, almost magically
       protected from the fight, sits comfortably in a wooden crate.
       Score! Foxtrot kicks the box to the center of the room for the
       others. He picks a red can and starts spraying.
       #Post#: 3622--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Nivalia Date: May 10, 2018, 9:35 pm
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       Nivalia decides to take Charybdis's advice and joins her friends
       in making a mess. Before she does though, two smaller medical
       kits levitate out. Both are connected by a single band to sling
       over one's back. They float down to the griffin, "Here.
       Hopefully these help." Her green eyes glance over the seared
       armor, "best of luck." That said she heads over, picks upa can,
       and continues onward.
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       Re: Weaver
       By: Faded Glory Date: May 13, 2018, 12:14 am
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       Glory nods as Charybdis explains the appearances in the
       surrounding cities. The Vigil had of course been investigating
       on their own, but had so far not found any real leads. She's
       surprised at the mention of Cloudsdale, like Thunder, she had
       assumed the weather factory being down to just be a coincidence.
       "But what to do these... crooks," She pauses, frowning at the
       obvious understatement and Charybdis' refusal to answer who
       "they" are, "Get out of all this. What's the point of changing
       the weather, and summoning random monsters?" She starts edging
       toward where her pistols lay, keeping an eye on the griffin to
       watch her reaction. "This all seems a bit complicated and
       organized to just be random "crooks". She stops next to the
       pistols, but Charybdis doesn't do anything other than watch her,
       so she picks them up and jams them back into her belt. "And how
       do you plan on "catching them in the act". You mean to say you
       know where they are now?" She buttons her shirt back up over her
       weapons and looks around the barn, watching the others get to
       work. What... what would a drunken vandal even do? Glory has
       basically no idea what those sorts of ponies are usually like.
       So, instead of contributing to the group effort she walks back
       over to stand near Thunder. "You have to realize that we're not
       going to give up just because you've been a little vague about
       things."
       #Post#: 3626--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Mana Burn Date: May 14, 2018, 6:23 pm
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       Charybdis eyes the medical kits that are levitated towards her,
       not slinging them over her back and instead dropping them to the
       ground to dig through them right then and there while Glory
       asked her questions.
       “What they have to gain is wealth,” she began to
       explain, picking out whatever she thought could be useful for
       dealing with the stallion later and pocketing them into her own
       personal bag, “The average weather is a public service
       here in Equestria tailor made for each area. The people who work
       in the factory are technically government workers employed by
       the Crown even if Cloudsdale’s mayor does try to spin it
       as a city thing to pad his re-election campaign. Because
       it’s something that benefits the country as a whole its
       paid for with taxes and is heavily regulated by the people up
       top to make sure that everything runs as closely to clockwork as
       they can make it. Problem is, if it’s all government
       controlled then that leaves little room for anyone else to try
       their hands at it.
       “Have you ever been to a high class get together in
       Canterlot during a hot summer day and felt like it was late
       autumn? Private companies already exist that can provide custom
       weather for small areas at set times. For a premium, of course.
       Real expensive service that. Think of it like catering, only the
       menu has clouds and little smiley face suns instead of food. Its
       happening but its small right now. There’s only a few
       companies investing in the idea and they’ve been catering
       only to the top echelon of society who are fine with paying
       exorbitant fees if it means making their parties posher.
       “What happened at the weather factory was a move made by
       these private interests,” Satisfied with the handful of
       supplies she’d deemed worth the trouble of transporting,
       Charybdis set aside NIvalia’s bags and clasped her own
       closed, “an act of sabotage intended to damage production
       and cost the Crown a pretty penny to fix. Have you heard that
       repairs have been getting hit with set back after set back ever
       since the stacks fell? Canterlot, Cloudsdale, Perticity and
       Manehattan are all homes to the several of these private
       companies attempting to break into the weather industry, and
       wouldn’t you know it they’ve each offered to help
       alleviate the recent troubles of the country with appeals to the
       Crown for permits and help in funding a series of temporary
       ‘Cloud Shops’ that they would operate up until the
       factory is ready to go. Black Ice over in Manehattan already has
       theirs built - GREENHOUSE isn’t far behind - but the
       government has been slow to respond, I suspect mainly because
       the Princesses aren’t stupid and know how to read the
       small print, but if things don’t get fixed in Cloudsdale
       soon they won’t have much choice but to seek
       alternatives.”
       “You sound painfully well informed for a conspiracy
       theorist,” Thunder snidely commented while wondering if
       he’d get in trouble if he helped wreck the place with the
       rest of the group, “and when they get these ‘Cloud
       Shop’ things going they’ll start raining mind
       control juice into every kiddie pool across the land,
       right?”
       “No, they’ll just privatize the weather,” if
       bothered by the remark, Charybdis did not show it, “Then
       throw their weight around when it comes to policies regulating
       it and eventually outweigh the public’s opinion when it
       comes to matters of city law by using their wallets and power.
       The usual.
       “Anyway, the ones who actually hit the factory in
       Cloudsdale are the worse of the bunch and have been a pain in my
       side for a long time. They go by ‘Minos’, and
       they’re the kinds of people who have their tendrils in
       everything both big and small. They shut down the factory to
       elbow their way into the weather industry, but I suspect they
       felt that they’d struck gold with the tactic since
       they’d managed to get in and out without a trace. When it
       comes to the other cities… Part of this is speculation
       born from my experience with dealing with them, but I’m
       convinced the first few examples - the bunnies and dogs –
       were tests. They were trying to get their aim down but wanted to
       keep suspicion low so as not to give themselves away. The later
       ones though… They’re different. I’ve been
       trying to figure out the specifics for those – I’m
       leaning towards scare tactics and coercion - but so far all
       I’ve had to go on is the locations and shift in style of
       teleportation. All I know for sure is that it shifted from
       instant group teleportation to a focused point of entry. Like a
       portal or nexus. They arrived one at a time and filtered
       in.”
       “That’s not what the reports said,” Thunder
       inserted himself back into the dialogue, “Each occurrence
       had the same signs of sudden appearances of groups of creatures.
       Seemingly out of thin air, literally not there one second then
       causing trouble the next. The same across the board.”
       “I wouldn’t put much stock in the reports that
       managed to reach Canterlot,” Charybdis’ did not look
       impressed by Thunder’s sharing of what he’d been
       briefed with, “Especially if they came from Perticity or
       Corona. Chances are you got something edited beyond recognition.
       Lion Heart is too proud to tell the whole truth and Perticity is
       run by a lying bitch. Take what those reports said with a pallet
       of salt.”
       Thunder rolled his eyes then nodded over to Glory, “Your
       next question is a good one. I also would like to know what she
       meant by catching them ‘in the act’.”
       “Pretty sure the sun will be coming up in a couple
       hours,” Charybdis deflected with a sigh, “it would
       be a lot easier to move my friend here to safety while under
       cover of dark and I do need to get some kind of rest before
       tomorrow.”
       “Rest for what, please?” Thunder asked, “Maybe
       answer question, yes?”
       With a second drawn out sigh Charybdis tried to be brief,
       “No, I don’t know where they are… But
       I’ve got a strong hunch as to where they will be and
       when.”
       “Which would be?”
       “Tomorrow, or I guess later today now technically, is the
       peak of the Loom Festival, so if this is going to keep following
       the same patterns as before then chances are good whatever is
       coming will be here tomorrow. Going off what happened in
       Perticity and Corona, it will be stemming from a set spot here
       in town and not just poofing into existence over
       everyone’s heads like before.”
       “Where’s this spot going to be?”
       “Somewhere secluded. Somewhere no ones going to be poking
       around in or won’t have access to for quite some time.
       Sort of like this barn here, condemned, off limits and ignored
       by the festival up until some rowdy tourists decided to wreck
       the place.”
       “That narrows it down, but you sound like you have a
       specific place in mind already.”
       “Yeah,” Charybdis lifted the now less armored
       stallion from the ground and positioned him in a way so as to
       not hinder her from flying, “But this is the best
       you’re getting out of me tonight. I’ve wasted enough
       time chatting with you already and his life might be in danger
       now because of it. If I were you I’d head back home and
       try to get a REAL investigation going for this. Otherwise keep
       your heads down and try not to spook my prey, I don’t want
       to have to go through all this crap again in some other
       town.”
       “Fine, but just one more question!” Thunder
       demanded, raising a hoof to point at Mana, still snoozing on the
       ground, “What the frig did you do to him? I’ve never
       seen him sleep so deep before in all the years I’ve known
       him!”
       Charybdis looked confused, then appeared to remember something
       and rubbed a claw across her brow, “Oh, right, your just
       some random well-meaning vigilantes and not them… Do you
       even know what you were chasing after when you left the inn? The
       jar your looking for,” she pointed towards the landing
       above the entrance of the barn, “It’s up there.
       He’ll be out for a while but he’s fine. You should
       tell your friends back at the inn that they should be more
       careful about who they make deals with by the way. If you
       hadn’t of followed after the powder, I’d have had to
       take them next.”
       Ignoring any further questioning that may come, Charybdis
       launched upwards towards the hole in the roof. Slipping through
       she’d disappear from the groups view fly off to who knows
       where. Thunder growled in frustration and looked over towards
       the rest of the group, taking note of their contributions to the
       vandalism he was happy to ignore and jealous that he
       wouldn’t get to be a part of it.
       I don’t trust her,” he said to anyone who’d be
       interested in the opinion before entering into a hover to carry
       him up to the landing. Sure enough, after a few seconds of
       digging through the stray clumps of cotton and junk left piled
       there he’d come across a sizeable jar of glowing pink
       dust, wrapped in some cloth to deal with a large chip broken off
       the bottom to allow a steady leak. Treating it like a bomb about
       to go off, Thunder did his best to carry the jar while trying
       also to not carry it as much as possible, the result a
       tip-of-the-hooves sort of balancing act that thankfully lasted
       long enough for him to deliver the jar to ground level.
       “When you all are satisfied, can someone carry that thing
       back?” Thunder asked before frowning at the task ahead of
       him, “I… guess I’ll have to carry Mana…
       If anyone asks on the way, he got reeeeeeeeally drunk and passed
       out.” Preparing for the extra weight, Thunder took a few
       deep breaths and then hefted Mana up and onto his back with a
       stager to retain his balance.
       “Holy, jeez!” He exclaimed, teetering to one side
       before righting himself, “is this what you do every time?
       Sorry, man! I’ll never drink again!”
       #Post#: 3627--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Onyx Lotus Date: May 15, 2018, 11:56 pm
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       Nyx had been silent and quite still for some time, her only
       movement being a nod of thanks as Nivalia treated her leg. It
       was certainly relieving to see the situation de-escalated, and
       to have more information. Still, she frowned slightly. A petty
       business war? Something seemed off. The attacks were about
       something bigger, she was sure of it. Not taking part in the
       vandalism, she made her way towards Thunder.
       “Let me help,” she said quietly. A stream of magic that was an
       odd mix of violet and grey, with a hint of dark orange, streamed
       from her horn as she carefully crafted a small two-wheeled cart
       with a harness. She settled the harness on her back, and
       carefully levitated the glowing jar over and put in the cart.
       The final touch was a soft energy pillow in the back.
       She looked over at Thunder. “Put him in here. It might look like
       a mere ghost of a cart, but it will carry him safely and that
       pillow is probably softer than any ‘real’ pillow he’s felt.”
       #Post#: 3629--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Faded Glory Date: May 16, 2018, 3:21 pm
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       Glory frowns, unsure of what to make of Charybdis' explanation.
       She certainly does know how scummy certain businessponies can
       be, but it just seems too blatant to just be a couple
       corporations trying to take over. Glory knows from experience
       that more than a few of them are quite overambitious. It's just
       most of them wouldn't be dumb enough to try to pull such an
       obvious ploy against the Crown. Still, she makes a note to do
       some diggin into Minos when she gets back to Canterlot. They
       might be outside the normal purview of the Vigil, but if they
       really are related to the monster attacks... It's something to
       worry about later, however. For now she at least has something
       like a lead to tell Lily and Harvestman. She steps up a little
       as Charybdis prepares to leave, annoyed at how she keeps dodging
       certain questions, and is about to ask about the stolen powder
       when Thunder brings it up. At least they managed to get that
       back, though Glory has to wonder if the whole point of stealing
       it was just to lure this Minos out, or whether she'd had more
       plans for it. "She definitely wasn't telling the whole truth."
       Glory responds to Thunder, having to suppress a grin as he comes
       hovering back down acting like the powder jar could explode at
       any moment. "I don't think it's that dangerous. I suppose we
       should try not to drop too much more of it though." She watched
       Nyx make her cart-construct curiously. Glory may not know much
       about magic, but that seems to be pretty advanced stuff. She
       steps over and pokes at it a little to confirm it's soliditiy,
       then shrugs. "It's probably faster than carrying him too, I'd
       imagine."
       #Post#: 3633--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Nivalia Date: May 17, 2018, 10:01 pm
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       Once Niv finishes drawing her last moustache, she tosses the can
       and stretches. "I'm game for a few more hours of sleep. I'm
       gonna be snoozing so hard." She returns to her satchel and
       rounds up whatever loose pieces on the floor. She's the first to
       step outside. The warm night mixed with the sea of stars
       certainly was a serene sight to gaze.
       "Nice night out," Foxtrot says as he trots over to her, sans
       paint, "the places we go certainly provide nice views."
       The mare nods, "Yea, yea it does." Her warm smile dims. Jade
       eyes look over. "Are you alright, Fox?"
       He would be silent at first, his answer low in tone. "No. No I
       can't say I am." He kicks a few pebbles. "Nearly got myself
       killed... again. That and just... other stuff." The stallion
       glances over, "We need to talk. Not tonight, not during this
       whole thing, but soon. For now, we stay focused."
       "Oh I'm focused alright." Nivalia shows a now excited grin.
       "Focused on some bed time!"
       #Post#: 3634--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Mana Burn Date: May 20, 2018, 7:36 pm
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       Lacking dedication to the idea of dragging an extra stallion’s
       worth of weight across town, Thunder was quick to accept the
       offer made by Onyx to cart Mana there instead. Dumping him into
       the magical construct with little ceremony or pamper, Thunder
       only tried to avoid dropping Mana on top of the jar they’d gone
       through so much trouble to retrieve and was more relieved for
       his own chance to relax and take a breath than he was for Mana’s
       comfort. Thankfully Mana landed safely enough onto the pillow to
       avoid any harm.
       ‘Oh, thank Celestia!” Thunder half cried, stepping back from
       Mana and giving Onyx a grateful nod, “That would have sucked
       dragging him back to the inn after all that jumping around
       earlier. Not that I couldn’t have done it of course, I just… you
       know… wouldn’t want him to have to add that to the list of
       things he owes me for is all.”
       Looking back at the barn Thunder figured that not only had
       enough damage been done but the efforts to vandalize the place
       had gone well too. He’d personally have added a few more butts
       here and there with fake contact information, but this certainly
       looked like a rowdy enough drinking spree had taken place and
       would hopefully work in dismissing the damage.
       “Alright,” he said, addressing the group and scrapping back
       together the papers and dumped belongings from Mana that
       Charybdis had emptied onto the ground, “We’d best clear out. If
       no one’s on their way already then it can’t be much longer
       before someone comes snooping around. If when we get back to the
       inn you just want to go back to your rooms and catch up on the
       sleep we all lost then that’s fine, I can take the jar back to
       the mares and explain what happened. You’re welcome to be there
       to help but I won’t make you come. Tomorrow though I would like
       to get with you all and talk about what happened here tonight
       and about what that griffon said. I’ll fill Mana in when he
       wakes up. Maybe we can all brainstorm on what we should do next?
       I’m thinking the lobby or something. Maybe one of our rooms.
       “Should any of you choose to skip town just, you know, do it
       quietly please,” Addressing the civilians in the room, he
       finished gathering the lost items and gave the place another few
       glances to see if he could pick out anything else he’d forgotten
       beneath the mess, “I’m not going to go through the trouble of,
       like, locking you all down or anything but I would appreciate
       you didn’t flip this investigation on its back by blabbing to
       people about either what she said or who we are.
       “Anyway, I’m about due for a nap…” Thunder sighed and opened the
       door to the barn, his eyes going for the horizon to check for
       the sun to see that Celestia thankfully hadn’t caused it to
       rise. With the way open, Thunder would encourage the group to
       move on, his jealousy of Mana growing with every tired step as
       his friend continued to snore away in the cart.
       Upon nearing the inn, Spirit, keeping watch for them from the
       window by the back entrance, blasted open the door to sprint out
       and greet them.
       “Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it?!” she asked
       several times in increasing volume as she drew closer, her not
       even noticing the fact that the cart was both of magical nature
       and not having been there when they left as she nearly crashed
       into it while skidding to a halt, “Did you fi-Oh! You did i-OH
       NO! HE GOT SUGARED! ICANFIXTHAT!” Sprinting away back towards
       the building, Spirit would ignore anything coming from the group
       as she fled to retrieve what she thought could help. Meanwhile,
       Alacrity would sluggishly stumble out through the door with a
       long yawn and lean against the wall as she slowly lowered
       herself into a sit.
       “No one died,” she tried to say through the tail end of her
       yawn, “… That’s neat…” Whether or not she was fully aware of
       what was going on around her was unclear as her head bobbed to
       indicate a struggle to stay awake. Spirit, having found her
       solution, returned at great speeds only to reveal that her idea
       of helping involved a second spray bottle filled with the same
       liquid as the one given to the group before they left. Spirit
       began to spritz Mana to no affect.
       “Oh, he got it bad!” she said as no results came of her efforts.
       “Here, let me help,” Thunder volunteered, retrieving the bottle
       they’d been given earlier. Together they sprayed Mana with one
       dedicated to bringing him back to consciousness and the other
       trying not to laugh.
       “Don’t give up!” Thunder encouraged, “I know we can do it if we
       work together!”
       “He just has to sleep it off!” Alacrity managed to tell
       presumably the group though she was staring at the grass when
       she said it, “… I remember sleep…”
       #Post#: 3635--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Faded Glory Date: May 20, 2018, 8:56 pm
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       Glory allows her eyes to wander around the inside of the barn as
       Thunder none-too-gently drops Mana into the cart, which holds up
       quite well despite seeming so insubstantial. The other's
       definitely seemed to have done a good job with their vandalism,
       and several of the "artworks" would likely have quite offended
       Glory's sensibilities back before she joined the Vigil. The only
       concern for her is the hole in the roof, which seems unlikely to
       be caused by just a bunch of unruly drunks. There's not much
       they can do about it now, though, and she can only hope the
       authorities take little notice of it. She follows the rest out,
       leaving the door hanging open behind them as they set off back
       to the inn. "I'll stick around to help explain. I went to bed
       early tonight anyway." Glory moves over to walk beside the cart,
       watching the sky over the nearby rooftops. She's going to have
       to wake Day Lily up when they get back to explain things, and
       they'll need to go find Harvestman as well. She doubts he'll run
       into much tonight, and is a little apprehensive about his patrol
       being noticed by Minos.
       As they near the inn Spirit bursts out through the back door,
       running over to the cart and then immediately back inside with
       all the slightly-hysterical energy Glory had come to expect from
       her by now. Ignoring Spirit and Thunder's antics attempting to
       rouse Mana she heads over to give at least some sort of
       explanation to Alacrity, though from the look of her she may not
       actually catch any of it. "Had a bit of a scrap getting your
       sleeping powder back, was a couple more of the thieves than we'd
       expected. You're probably going to want to make more of it,
       there's a big hole in the jar."
       #Post#: 3636--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Onyx Lotus Date: May 20, 2018, 10:21 pm
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       They reach the inn safely, Nyx staying silent as she pulled the
       cart. As Spirit and Thunder attempted to bring Mana to
       consciousness, Nyx heard Alacrity's comment. "Maybe we should
       just put him in bed," she suggested. "I'm sure you're having
       fun, but getting him resting is probably for the best," she
       added, amusement clear in her voice as she noticed Thunder's
       expression. "Is his room upstairs? I can get him up there. After
       that, I should get back to bed though," she said, starting to
       yawn as her fatigue caught up with her.
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