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#Post#: 3694--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: August 5, 2018, 1:26 pm
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As the noise drew the cyclop's attention, Nyx took a deep
breath. It was now or never. "Now, Nivalia!" She levitated the
stake in front of them and braced herself.
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Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: August 7, 2018, 7:10 am
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There would be a sudden pause as Nivalia made the final
adjustments to her wings and position. Then, boom! Hurtling as
fast as possible, she drives down towards the target. The holes
in her legs and wings caused a whistling that would pierce the
sky. Her magic still held onto Onyx tightly. They only had one
shot at this, time to make it count.
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: August 7, 2018, 1:18 pm
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Glory stares after Thunder once he tricks Arum and snatches the
sleep powder away, wondering if she perhaps made a mistake in
choosing to come to him. Well, at least Arum seems ready to
catch it in case he decides to do a little impromptu sky
juggling or something. She shakes her head and turns her
attention back to the cyclops, trotting off in the opposite
direction from the two pegasi. While her pistols aren't very
effective against something that size, at least she can try to
provide a distraction so it doesn't see Thunder getting into
position. She pauses to take aim, glancing off at the large
wooden beam being carried by Nyx and... a changeling? Glory
narrows her eyes but focuses back on the cyclops, firing a shot
toward it's upper chest, as near to it's face as she can get it.
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: August 7, 2018, 10:43 pm
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The cyclops did not see the source of the pop as it no longer
existed, but it did notice the mare and changeling toting around
their weapon. It gave a brutish shout at them and pulled its
hands apart where the magic arced and split free in chaotic
ways, bits falling free and sizzling or exploding upon splashing
to the ground. It reached upwards with a still glowing hand that
dripped strange arcane energy that seemed not to fit with the
rest of the world but was knocked off balance when Foxtrot’s
attack struck true against its Achilles tendon. It cried out in
surprise, tilted its balance and staggered. Arcing its view
downwards, it would be stalled by the addition of Glory’s shot
exploding near its face and causing a flinch that aligned his
face just enough for the duo above.
It was a gross sound, a mushy squelch that seemed to overpower
everything else and travel across town. Following it was an
agonized cry from the cyclops that accompanied a reflexive but
rushed grab at the stake that had impaled its eye as it
staggered to maintain its balance. It missed at first and
flailed at its face in futility as it sought the intruding
object robbing it of its sight but lost its footing and fell
backwards with a thunderous crash as it crushed the rubble in
its path, Charybdis straining her wings to escape its path as it
fell to the ground, its remaining magic gathered within its
hands being released in a chaotic storm of random emissions.
While nearly a direct hit, the attack had been halted only
halfway through what one would expect. Like striking a barrier,
the improvised weapon sunk only a certain depth before stopping
short with an abrupt bend and tear into the soft organ I had
been driven into. As such the cyclops was very much alive though
very distracted as it clawed at the intruding object,
accidentally damaging its own face as it sought a sure grip in
panic. It wouldn’t take long, unfortunate for the attackers, for
the cyclops to manage a decent enough grip to rip the object
from its softest part. Arcing away from the eye the stake would
trail a stringy substance drawn from the innards of the eye in a
way that Thunder would describe as “rad” while Mana would be
thankful to miss it. Without sight, the cyclops struggled to
stand.
“Easier for me!” Thunder triumphantly told himself as he
believed his job had become =immeasurably easier only to be
forced to dodge some stray magi9c from the cyclops hands
reminiscent of random lightning bolts seeking earth but missing
way too wide and instead reaching beyond the bounds of the town
itself. He ducked and rolled but was interrupted by a tick in
his wing as warned by Arum that caused a stumble in his flight
path. He winced and tried to recover but was not quick enough to
ensure his grip over the jar, the clinking sound of hooves
against glass reaching Arum and eliciting extreme distress as
she was forced to witness his fumbling and eventual loss of grip
over what she viewed as their lifeline. It fell free and Thunder
dived to catch it but was interrupted by another blast of magic
seeking any target to release itself upon.
“Idiot!” Arum shouted as she swooped below, catching the Jar and
zipping her way forward ‘neath the ensuing storm of
directionless magic that kept Thunder at bay, “I told you!”
The royal guardsman sighed in disappointment but had little left
to contribute from here as he sought cover. Arum kept on,
narrowly avoiding the explosions and random melting of nearby
buildings that the storm brought and managing well enough to
gain ground towards the target. Nearly within throwing distance
of the cyclops face a sudden rupture of concussive force blasted
outwards in a final crescendo of the released magic. It caught
Arum as she tried to gain altitude and gripped her wings in a
way that sent her in a mid-air roll and put a stop to her
advance, the struggle to maintain grip on the jar of dust
slipping with every passing moment. Afraid she’d drop the jar
and then have to face Thunder and admit to her managing what she
expected from him, she was thankful when Charybdis, possessing
much stronger wings that the smaller Pegasus, passed by and
snatched the jar away.
Charybdis had caught sight of the pair of winged ponies zeroing
in on the cyclops and had easily picked out the glowing pink
dust she’d stolen just the night before. It didn’t take a genius
to figure out their intentions, and their troubles drawing near
had demanded she assist them. With the jar in her grasp she
forced her way through the wave and circled the cyclops head
amidst Arum’s shouted encouragement.
The cyclops was standing, a hand firmly and understandably
placed over its eye as it groaned in pain. Being blinded it was
throwing all care to the wind as it swung its arms and stomped
with reckless abandon, the vulnerability thrust upon it
eliciting a panic over how it couldn’t properly defend itself.
Occasionally it peered without the protection of its hands to
test its sight, the flooding glow of its eye suggesting some
magic at work as it snarled and squinted at what it thought it
could see. Timing her dive, Charybdis waited for the cyclops to
remove its hand before twisting away the jars lid and dumping
the contents in a single swooping dusting that trickled down
just as the cyclops brought back its hand.
It must have stung as the cyclops pulled back when the bulk of
the dust found its mark over the wet wound it was nursing, some
amount of the dust trickling between its fingers and blowing in
the wind as it pulled away. Reeling, it swayed and coughed as
some found its nostrils and dug its way into its throat, most
seeping into the gaping hole left by Nivalia and Onyx’s attack.
The magic gathering in its eye flared for a moment, its struggle
to defend itself bleeding into desperation as it could not stop
itself from moving backwards. A few moments later it was
gripping at the remaining bits of buildings tall enough for it
to reach without stooping, its weight crumpling and snapping the
structures as it sank lower to the ground in another fall that
it had not agreed to. Landing in another tremor inducing
collision with the ground, it lazily pawed at its eyes and grew
weaker by the second, eventually its eye would finally close,
the pain not even being enough to keep the cyclops from its
powder induced slumber as the substance worked directly into its
bloodstream via the opening made in its eye.
“Oh, wow,” Mana would comment as he helped dig away at the
remaining civilian trapped beneath the rubble he had been
working on, “They managed to do it.” He laughed in relief as he
watched the cyclops’ hand go limp in unconscious relaxation.
Turning back to the pony he’d freed he warned that the town was
most assuredly still not safe to occupy given its current state
and that they should meet with the rest of the evacuated
civilians outside of town. Mana himself would head towards the
cyclops to check on things and make sure no one was dead.
#Post#: 3698--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: August 8, 2018, 1:39 pm
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[I]'So uh... I know you just wasted a ton of magic and you're
kind of drained, but you need to WAKE UP!'[/i]
Foxtrot jolts up, eyes blinking to find... a stallion? A
stallion made of just light? Or magic? It's hard to tell. It's
shaped like him, but there are no features, no face, no gear.
It's hooves trot a few inches above the ground. His tail swishes
back and forth as it looks around the destruction. "Wha- what's
going on?"
The loud thundering of the cyclops collapse shakes the ground.
The construct looks up, "Well, what's going on is that you and
your buddies just took down the big baddie. So, congrats! As for
us..." It trots over and leans down to Foxtrot. "When all this
is over, we need to have a chat. You're losing control, agent. I
don't even know what's going on. Either way, you continue to act
wrecklessly, putting us in danger?" It backs up, "I'm gonna have
to take more... permanent control. Don't let it get to that,
Fox. For both our sakes."
The construct vanishes, leaving a confused Foxtrot behind.
Slowly, he gets up and trots around to the aftermath. The
cyclops was down and out. They did it. A smile creeps pon his
face as he looks for the others.
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Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: August 8, 2018, 2:06 pm
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Everything seemed to happen very quickly after that. But Nyx
barely noticed, she was completely focused on keeping the energy
stake intact. Black started to creep into the edges of her
vision, the aura around her horn growing fainter and fainter.
Just... a little... longer...
The moment the stake left the cyclop's hand, it vanished into
nothingness and Nyx's eyes closed as she went limp on Nivalia's
back. She didn't move again until the cyclops collapsed with a
deafening BOOM! She cracked one eye open, letting out a quiet,
exhausted, "Yay..." She lifted her head a few centimeters as she
panted. "Good job... Nivalia... We make quite... a team..." Her
eyes closed again briefly, before she forced them back open. "We
have to... make sure... everypony's okay..." she murmured,
though she didn't look like she had the energy to walk, much
less check on the others.
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Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: August 8, 2018, 3:05 pm
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Once the cyclops fell, Nivalia cut off all her magic besides
holding Onyx. At this point it was a steady glide down. "We sure
did. Just hold on." She spots Foxtrot walking around and even
notices Mana. So, she descends and lands in the middle. "Hey you
two! Over here!" Get magic lifts the mare from her back onto the
ground. Sitting her down, she grabs her hoof and channels a slow
but steady stream of magic. After, she pulls a bottle of water
out and lasts it next to her. "Drink up, you've done quite a
bit."
Foxtrot gets to them first. The siblings hug before sitting
down. "We did it bro. Drinks are on me when we get home." Home.
Looking around, her joyful expression turns somber. This town,
their home is completely destroyed. It could be worse, but it
begs the question as to why. Why do all of this?
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: August 13, 2018, 9:15 pm
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Glory can't help but wince as the stake is driven into the
cyclops' eye. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to have fully done
the job, and she reloads her pistol as she dodges the random
bolts of magic scattering from it's hands. She nearly has a
heart attack when Thunder drops the jar, and breathes a sigh of
relief as Arum swoops in to catch it. She's knocked off her
hooves by the final blast of magic, rolling as she hits the
ground and coming back up just in time to see Charybdis dive in
and dump the contents of the jar right into the cyclops' eye.
She gives a cheer when the cyclops starts to fall over, and
braces herself for the impact of it hitting the ground. And it
seems like; other than Harvestman's injuries, everyone made it
out not too worse for wear. Glory heads over to where the rest
of the group is gathering, keeping an eye on the changeling. It
seems like Foxtrot knows her, judging from the hugging. "Did you
get all the civilians out of the way?" She asks Fox, looking
around at the devastated buildings. "And what do we do about him
now?" Glory motions to the cyclops. "I have no idea how long
that stuff will keep it down."
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: August 15, 2018, 9:44 pm
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With the cyclops incapacitated the remaining civilians had a far
easier time reaching safety, the town watch moving back in with
the majority of their forces to help what few still remained,
stamp out fires and keep an eye on the creature as it slumbered.
At the site of the cyclops crash to earth Mana was pleasantly
surprised to find that the majority of the rest of the group had
survived with minimal harm done, the fact that they were all
still alive being a major bonus that he’d feared too optimistic
to hope for. He saw Arum bap Thunder over the head and argue
with him over his near dropping of the jar. Thunder was
steadfast in his belief that he could have saved it. Charybdis
meanwhile was on the cyclops itself, rising and falling with its
chest as she stayed watchful for it to get back up.
As if recognizing the thunderous fall of the monster as their
sign that things were taken care of, Alacrity and Spirit both
trotted out from the surprisingly still intact Green Lion and
into the mess that surrounded them. It wasn’t hard to find the
others and soon they had joined with Spirit performing a small
celebratory dance while Alacrity started trying to crunch
numbers and calculate what the effects of the dust would have on
the massive body it had been injected into. While not the one to
brew any of their alchemy, you pick up a thing or two while
tending the counter and listening to the guy in the back
encouraging himself, so Alacrity felt she could maybe ball park
it at the very least. She warned it would take her a while.
Spirit occupied herself by offering the Lion’s surviving stock
to help with any first aid or medical help that would be
required.
Time passed, Mana revealing himself to the town watch and mayor
as a royal guardsman in order to better direct their efforts but
taking care to stick to the story that they had just been there
for a vacation and were merely in the right place at the wrong
time. Charybdis had been tackled by a grateful mare after coming
back to the ground but had shoved her away with a rolling of her
eyes and regrouped with Arum to discuss things, a third name
coming up occasionally that neither Mana nor Thunder recognized.
Nivalia’s identity had kept the Watch from relaxing, most of
them treating her like she was contagious with some kind of
disease. There were more than a few whispers amongst them that
theorized that Foxtrot was under her influence due to how close
they clearly were, and both Mana and Thunder weren’t too keen on
being near her for the time being. They’d both been present in
Canterlot during the invasion and neither felt and warm fuzzy
feelings when it came to their kind. Arum was openly suspicious
and kept side eyeing her but Charybdis was too busy to care as
she wasn’t scared of a lone changeling.
Thunder flew his way to the head of the cyclops and landed just
above its eye while Spirit tried to correct Alacrity’s math and
accidentally set back her equations by a few numbers.
“Hey, Mana!” he shouted, continuing what he’d been trying to say
earlier as some folk from town started wrapping rope they had
scrounged up around the cyclops in the hopes it could hold it,
“Look who it is!” he tapped his hoof on the cyclops’ forehead
and smirked down at Mana, earning a wave.
“Yeah!” Mana replied, though with less ease, “I noticed.”
“Small world, right?”
“Guardsman!” Charybdis cut her way in, Thunder’s recognizing of
the cyclops capturing her attention, “Explain.”
“Um… No?” Mana replied, scoffing at her demand, “Why would I
tell you anything? I don’t know you.”
“We already told you everything last night,“ Arum this time,
eager to know what Mana did, “Just ask your friend.”
“Yeah, he told me, but I still don’t know you. In fact, you
should be explaining a lot of things to me right now.”
“His names Grobed,” Thunder said with a boastful grin that
frustrated Mana, “Mana and I actually dealt with him a few years
ago with a crew of about… what, three other guys?”
“thirteen guardsmen, three hired trackers from the areas, an
airship, and at one point a galleon loaded with confetti
grapeshot.”
“Yeah, so at least three other guys. Was all us in the end
though. I mean I’m pretty sure it was my choke-hold that brought
him down. Jerk was stomping around on the west coast after an
expedition by some explorers to the south rustled some jungle
and woke him up from a nap. It was summer so he wanted to go
north to cooler weather, but orders came from on high to stop
him since he was stepping on towns and they didn’t want him
causing an incident with the Crystal Empire.”
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: August 17, 2018, 1:38 pm
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With the dust settled, Foxtrot and Nivalia find themselves in a
rather unique position. Whilst they assisted with taking the
behemoth down, the two are looked as though they had a hoof in
its appearance. They both relocate to a more secluded area, away
from the leer and jeer of the watch. Nivalia, now back in her
disguised unicorn appearance, looks troubled. The disaster and
near lynching she almost got in Canterlot resurfaces in her
mind. She's scared. Trembling. She's done nothing wrong yet is
now more afraid of her safety than when the cyclops was ravaging
the city. At least the beast didn't discriminate between
targets. Fox, still next to her, keeps watch. "Fox..." Niv says
softly, her hoof running over the scar under her mane, "they're
not... they're not going to hurt us or anything, right?"
"For their sake they better not," Fox's tone is more spiteful.
"It's not fair. Everyone gets all the praise while we get
shunned." He lets his voice to a mutter, "ungrateful... ugh.
Should've let this place burn to-"
"Stop-" Nivalia cut in, her voice stern and scolding. "You know
it's not fair to think like that."
"Just like it's not fair to treat you like this just because of
the way you look." Foxtrot sighs and picks up his backpack.
"Let's get to the train station. The faster we get out of here,
the better." Standing up, the stallion begins to trot off.
Nivalia, still shaken, follows, hoping no one would bother them
on their way out.
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