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       #Post#: 3469--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Faded Glory Date: January 1, 2018, 9:04 pm
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       Glory yawns and runs her hoof through her mane absently. "A nap
       does sound like a good idea..." Plus it was why she came back
       here in the first place. Still, she might as well take a look at
       what they have, something like that could be pretty useful if
       things get hectic. "I think I will go take a look though, thank
       you." Glory says, smiling at Alacrity's joke. It might not have
       been the best, but tired as she was she found it at least a
       little amusing. She wanders over to the shelves, taking note of
       the name attached to each vial. Aether Alkahest, where has she
       heard that name before? Ah, right, Lily had talked about him on
       the train a bit, something about him having published papers and
       invented some kind of new... alchemy-ey thing. Glory's too tired
       to remember it all right now. She looks through the shelf,
       selecting several of the powdered vials, and then returns to the
       counter. "Might as well pick up a few for later, even if I don't
       need them now." She says, giving Alacrity a tired smile. "You
       guys seem pretty proud of that Aether Alkahest; is he famous or
       something? He's the owner around here right?"
       #Post#: 3470--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Foxtrot Date: January 1, 2018, 9:15 pm
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       Foxtrot nods under his commander's words, "I..." He looks
       around, making sure that even Thunder wasn't nearby before
       continuing in a hushed tone, "I've made breakthroughs in
       learning about the Phantom Initiative. Broadshield, what we've
       learned, it was just a fraction of the whole project. Agent 04,
       it's... how can I even explain it? Agent 04 is artificial." The
       stallion closes his eyes for a moment; once they open, the
       symbol appears glowing in his pupils. "It's called Omega.
       Appropriately, it was created to end something, or someone."
       After a few blinks, the symbols disappear. "We don't know who or
       what though. We've actually been able to communicate with each
       other as separate entities. Just like myself, Omega has had
       certain memories blocked. Explaining it would take some time,
       but we know this... self realization started back on the train
       to Manehattan. When Niv, pulled Omega out through her magic. I
       guess when I underwent the conditioning, changeling magic wasn't
       taken into consideration. It's not just that though." Foxtrot
       takes a deep breath, "I've been trailing s gang leader, an arms
       smuggler who's been making moves in Canterlot right under
       everyone's noses. That's why I've been in deep cover. I think he
       has possible contacts even within Equinox."
       #Post#: 3471--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Mana Burn Date: January 1, 2018, 10:20 pm
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       "We're moderately proud of him," Alacrity replied with a brief
       rolling of her eyes, "He's overly proud of himself. You saw the
       signatures didn't you? Yeah, he personally fills out each and
       every one of those labels himself and takes great care to make
       the letters extra swoopy before running off to who knows where.
       He is indeed the inheritor of the Green, as well as mine and
       Spirit over there's cousin. As for him being famous? Nah, I
       don;t think so. I'd say he's popular around town sure, we get
       some noteworthy alchemists visiting from time to time and the
       draw is good for Weaver, but he's not on everyone's lips or
       anything."
       "Not yet," Mana, having navigated the shop pretty quickly and
       gathered up a few things in his magic spoke up after having
       gotten in line behind Glory, "but you give it a few more months
       and he might be getting somewhere. Sorry to cut into your
       conversation, its just that you two just answered a question
       that's been on my mind for a couple days now. I heard the name
       of the shop before coming to town, a recommendation from an
       acquaintance, and I knew I'd heard it from somewhere before but
       hadn't the time to look into it. Alkahest made waves a little
       while back with his work on his Acidium Catalyst and a number of
       my coworkers owe it a great deal of praise. Catalyzing reactions
       in half the time bumped supplies for us and really got us
       through some recent tough times."
       "Here I thought Aether was his own singular fan..." Alacrity
       said under her breath too quietly for Mana to hear but maybe
       loud enough for Glory. She got started in ringing up Glory and
       getting her through her purchase as Mana finished.
       "Well, that's good," she replied as she explains Glory's total
       and exacts change if needed, "You make sure that you're circle
       knows that he doesn't do everything himself though. When you and
       your potion buddies are going on about mortars and alembics and
       such you be sure to tell them that if it weren't for us cleaning
       up after him and doing the little things he'd just be in a
       basement adding colors to his coat every time his concoctions
       blew up in his face. If there's fame a-comin' then I want a
       slice."
       She chuckled and Mana smiled, "I'll be sure to clarify that he
       doesn't work alone now that I've been here, though I won't have
       all that many opportunities. Alchemy is just a hobby for me and
       I don't really have time to study it often."
       "Oh? Then what is it that you do?" Alacrity asked as she tallied
       up what Mana's items would cost him, "You mentioned your
       coworkers were falling madly in love with Aether a second ago."
       "Uh... Security," Mana answered after a very short but present
       pause, Alacrity hummed at the answer and continued with what she
       was doing while passing a side glance over towards Glory.
       "Makes sense. For the boo-boos I take it? I'll let Aether know
       you guys approve. And what about you, miss?" she asked, "your
       zombie shuffle makes me think you either work nights or some
       crazy hours. How right am I?"
       --
       With a laborious heave and a strenuous ho Thunder relocated the
       stuffed baggage he'd had dumped on him from just outside his
       room's door to about three or so feet within it. There it
       toppled over with a lazy flop and rocked back and forth as it's
       weight settled, Thunder hovering over it with his own bag as he
       magically seemed to be totally fine now that the extra load had
       been delivered. Delicately placing his bag down by dropping it
       three feet to the ground with a thud, Thunder immediately shut
       the blinds of his room to cut off the sun and it's deadly lasers
       from boiling his insides any further than the day's activities
       had allowed. they'd arrived not long after noon and the sun
       should pose less of a threat in just a few more hours. If
       anything it would start cooling down outside, though he wasn't
       sure if he'd miss out on anything good at the festival. Dang, if
       only he had something that could tell him when things were going
       to happen around here...
       Oh, and the whatever job thing they were doing could maybe
       happen too he guessed.
       Leaving his door wide open, Thunder would test out the pair of
       beds provided, giving each a good hop and seeing how well he
       could roll out of them or dash into a hover should any would be
       assassins breach through his window in the night and attempt to
       stake him through the heart. A waste of time? We'll see who
       thinks so when he's the only one that isn't nailed to his bed.
       The fact that the bed he chose was slightly softer and nicer
       than the other was of absolutely no importance, he would assure
       you.
       #Post#: 3473--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Broadshield Date: January 4, 2018, 1:05 am
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       Broadshield mentally prepares to go on a tirade and practically
       rip into Foxtrot for essentially going AWOL, but that gets
       disrupted the second Foxtrot mentions the name ‘Phantom
       Initiative’. He thought he’d never hear that damn name again.
       “Bloody hell. It makes no damn sense, but then again, this whole
       Phantom Initiative thing never did.” He says. His blood runs
       cold when Foxtrot talks about how a gang leader has managed to
       infiltrate EQUINOX. One or more of his brothers and sisters are
       scheming things related to the 26 underneath his nose, and he
       didn’t know. Broadshield’s blood boils as he punches the wall
       next to him, leaving an audible enough sound that anyone nearby
       can hear, and a small hoof-sized hole in the wall. “Horseshit.
       My own men, my brothers and sisters, working with criminals and
       bastards like the 26, and have the audacity to do it right under
       my nose?” He says in a deathly quiet tone, almost a whisper, yet
       seething with such venom and anger. “We will talk about this
       gang leader, the Phantom Initiative, and Omega after this is
       over. For now, let’s focus on this, he says pulling away from
       Foxtrot.
       #Post#: 3474--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Mana Burn Date: January 4, 2018, 11:36 pm
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       Satisfied that his choice of bed was neither too soft nor too
       hard for his precious bottom, Thunder would exit his room in
       search of something to entertain himself over just in time to
       witness a stallion punching the wall near his, Mana and Fox's
       rooms. Seeing Fox standing near the stallion, Thunder would
       point to the apparently angry and support phobic pony, then to
       the small hole, then back, then again.
       "Uh... Were they lying about the rooms being free?" he asked,
       throwing on a small smirk as if joking but actually very much
       wishing to know whether or not he'd get slapped upside the head
       with a bill by the end of the festival. His head had a weakness
       for bills and the slapping of which and he'd like to know now if
       he needed an excuse to hide his wallet and claim he'd forgotten
       it.
       Looking between the stallion and Foxtrot he would go on to
       simply ask, "Is everything okay out here?"
       #Post#: 3476--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Nivalia Date: January 5, 2018, 12:07 pm
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       It wouldn't take long for the two to find their room, and what a
       sight it was. Nivalia was giddy as she trots over to the bed
       closest to the window. "This is awesome! Oh and the balcony!"
       She places the luggage on the bed and opens the glass door that
       leads outside. "My, she wad right in saying we'll have a
       wonderful view." Still feeling the heat, the mare closes the
       doors before returning to the bed, "Alright, let's get
       everything settled in before we do anything else. I'm glad you
       tagged along, Tinder. Most of the other staff we're too busy to
       come."
       #Post#: 3477--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Tinder Date: January 5, 2018, 12:42 pm
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       Tinder flops onto the bed with a groan, tossing her little bit
       of luggage to the side, "Do we have to leave the room? It's so
       hot outside! How do people live here?" She grabs her pills from
       the bag, downing a few, the heat not helping with her usual
       pains. "Remind me why you needed to come here.."
       #Post#: 3479--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Faded Glory Date: January 6, 2018, 11:27 pm
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       Glory can't help but giggle a little at Alacrity's description
       of Alkahest. There's taking pride in one's work and then
       there's... She glances over at the vials with their elaborate
       signatures... that. "Sounds like he'd agree with you." She says,
       turning to look at Mana. Isn't that... one of the ponies she'd
       watched coming off the train? Yeah, he'd been with another
       stallion, and they'd been bickering like an old married couple.
       She giggles a little again at Alacrity's muttering, her enhanced
       ears easily picking up her whispering. She places her items on
       the counter so Alacrity can ring her up, Mana's talk of
       catalysts mostly going over her head. Halving the time for...
       whatever, sounds pretty important. "Sounds revolutionary..."
       Glory says, almost absently as she counts out her bits and
       fumbles a bit with the change. Mana's talk of coworkers and
       friends getting her thinking about the benefits to her own
       group. It would be, and probably already was to some extent, a
       great use to the Vigil's own alchemists. And if they could
       possibly employ Alkahest himself... She'll have to work out the
       logistics of such a plan later, when she's less tired. Having
       finished making her purchase, Glory move off to the side, though
       she lingers a bit to continue the conversation. She eyes Mana at
       the slight hesitance in his answer. "Get a lot of trouble coming
       up?" She asks, wondering if it's one of those "Top Secret" types
       of security jobs. She stifles a yawn before answering Alacrity.
       "I actually own a business, just a small one; though it does
       mean I have to travel a lot. Plus late hours as well, all that
       paperwork won't do itself..." She gives a tired grin, though it
       wasn't really much of a joke.
       #Post#: 3480--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: Foxtrot Date: January 7, 2018, 9:51 am
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       "Yea, everything's ok over here," Foxtrot answers. He knows
       there's plenty of explaining he'll have to do later, but for now
       they have to focus on the task at hoof. Out of habit, the
       unicorn checks to make sure his door is locked before waiting in
       the hallway for the others to arrive.
       #Post#: 3483--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Weaver
       By: PLO Date: January 7, 2018, 9:15 pm
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       PLO surveys the scene from the top of the stairs. It seems a new
       group was arriving just as his previous roommate chose to find,
       as as it had been so eloquently put, "something more pleasant to
       do, like have all my teeth yanked out with garbage-coated
       pliers". An odd choice of recreation, but to each their own, PLO
       supposes. He ponders if any of them would be joining him. He
       hopes so, the double rooms have more space than the singles, and
       he's all about his space, and would rather not need to
       downgrade. Well, perhaps he could mingle for a bit. After one
       pegasus stallion goes by with a particularly heavy-looking load,
       by the way he handles it at least, PLO walks to the head of the
       stairs and steps-
       and misses the first step, tripping and falling down the flight
       of stairs with loud clattering and crashing. He shouts a
       foreign-sounding word that sounds definitely by its context like
       an oath as his head strikes the banister and he lands in a heap
       at the bottom. That's the second time that's happened since he
       started staying here! He stands with an angry snort, his horn
       sparking. A lump sprouts from his head next to it as he works to
       contain his anger. A deep breath. Another snort. Another breath.
       His horn stops sparking and instead glows as he fixes the
       sitting of his cape and clears his throat. Regal bearing and
       smile back on his face, marred somewhat by his eyebrows making
       it clear he's still miffed, he crosses the lobby to the alchemy
       shop. "Pardon me, good chemist, but I v- would like to purchase
       a head pain relief concoction."
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