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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: January 20, 2018, 9:57 pm
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Glory eyes PLO quietly as he walks over to the counter, still
somewhat suspicious of him. On top of his strange behavior, he
reminds her of the typical pompous attitude of the nobles back
in Canterlot. This impression is not helped by him dumping a
pile of bits onto the counter with no regard for the actual
price of the items. She can't fault him for being a bit grumpy
after that fall, though. "Ugh." She says eloquently at
Alacrity's lack of real information about the weather. "Let's
hope it doesn't take until fall. I don't think everypony could
take this heat that long." She yawns again and glances almost
longingly at the stairs. She almost misses Mana's explanation of
the weather factory's problems, and isn't quite in the state of
mind to be wary of his excuse for knowing so much about it. Her
focus returns to the conversation in time to catch his time
estimate, and it's nice to at least have something of an idea of
when things would get back to normal. "It was nice meeting you,
too." She says, putting on a smile. "And you as well." She nods
to Alacrity and PLO as Mana walks away. "I really should go lay
down though. Thanks for your help with these." She turns to
follow Mana, taking a last glance at PLO, though she's too
worried about it at the moment.
Glory heads upstairs and to the room she's sharing with Day
Lily. Who is, predictably, nose-deep in a pile of books about
blankets or weaving or cotton farming, or some other topic
relating to Weaver in some way. She's also muttering to herself
as she reads, a habit that Glory hopes she can curb long enough
to get some sleep. "Hey, Lily." She says, heading over to the
bed. The other mare look up from her book or respond other than
a flick of her ears to show she was listening. "Can you try to
keep the mumbling down. I've had a long shift and I really need
to get some sleep." Lily, for her part, actually looks up and
gives a swift smile. "Sure thing, I'm sure I can manage to keep
quiet." She goes back to reading as Glory drops her purchases
onto the bed and climbs in, not even bothering to remove her hat
before laying down. She's asleep almost before her head hits the
pillow.
#Post#: 3507--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: January 21, 2018, 5:54 pm
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"Ice cream trip it is then! Let's go!" It wouldn't take long
before the two find themselves back at the front door. Opening
it, they are again confronted with the heat. Nivalia tucks her
wing around Tinder, the cooking sensation covering most of her
body. "Just stay by me and you should be fine."
#Post#: 3508--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: January 21, 2018, 7:28 pm
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Foxtrot was silent for a moment; cloak and dagger operations
were common in his line of work. He nods, "Alright, we'll keep
this hush hush until we know what's going on. For all we know,
this could be distracting us from something bigger. Right now
though, we just have to keep our eyes peeled." He looks back the
way they came from, "Let's continue with what we need to do. If
I find any clues relating to that letter, I'll let you know."
#Post#: 3509--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: January 22, 2018, 4:26 pm
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“Sounds good,” Mana nodded, “if he starts
giving cause for concern just let us know and we’ll back
you up.”
Mana would encourage spending a few more minutes away from the
room before returning, a couple of legitimate questions
regarding Foxtrot’s opinion as to whether the inn would
serve well as a shelter cropping up before they made their way
back. Back in the room Mana would regard questions asked by
Broadshield with caution but would share most of what they knew
to avoid suspicion while carefully keeping some select
information to himself for now. It would do no good to scare
someone that might be poking into their business to see how much
they knew. Once everyone was caught up to speed, Mana would
begin sorting through his bag in his and Thunder’s room
while Thunder pounced on the first opportunity to leave the inn
and “investigate” the attractions set up on the
town’s main road. While Thunder was failing to win stuffed
animal prizes, Mana would spend his time for this first day
studying the letter given to them by Broadshield, going over his
available info regarding the previous occurrences, and waiting
for word from Thunder or the others.
As for the rest of the day, the Festival, and the goers
partaking, things would go quickly with little to report beyond
friendly locals and plenty to entertain yourself. It would be
fun for those expecting it and boring for anyone watching for
danger with the most intense thing happening that day being how
the stock of ice cream for many stalls had gotten a bit too
soupy to sell. Activity would see a small spike as the sun began
to go down due to the lowering of the temperature encouraging
some last-minute games and shopping but nothing out of the
ordinary would be obvious to anyone watching. Thunder would
wander back to the inn with nothing to report, his swearing to
having actually been keeping an eye out doing little to dismiss
Mana’s skepticism, and he would be one of the first to
head to bed as his time spent in the sun had done a good job of
wearing him out. Mana, having enjoyed shelter through-out the
day and having always been a night owl, would stay up later to
keep an ear to the window and go over a few more notes.
All in all things would quiet down in the inn at about the same
rate one would expect, guests and tourists going to bed with
intentions to rise early for whatever reasons they fancied.
---
Having finally dozed off at around three or four in the morning,
Mana would soon come to regret his choice to stay up late.
Catching a sound in the early hours of the day his ears would
first flick towards the source in reflex before his eyes would
snap open upon its identification as a scream. Rolling out of
his bed and onto his hooves he spent seconds standing in silence
to listen for a follow up before speaking over his shoulder to
the occupant of the second bed in the room.
“Thunder!” he said clearly with intent to wake, no
response coming from the mound of pony beneath the covers.
Looking back Mana would use his magic to tear away
Thunder’s cover, triggering an immediate response from the
pony who half rolled half flapped his way off the bed and into a
very drowsy and unbalanced hover.
“Nope!” Thunder shook his head and waved his hooves
at no one in particular, “Not tonight! You ain’t
stakin’ me!” His attempts to dodge whatever he
thought was attacking him led the sleepy pony to bump into the
wall nearest his bed no less than twice before the jolts managed
to bring him more to his senses. Finally coming to he would be
attacked next by a pillow to the back of his head launched by
Mana.
“Wake up!” Mana ordered with growing impatience,
“I heard a scream just now.”
“Oh… You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” heading for the door,
Mana did some quick deductions in his head to best narrow down
where he’d heard the scream come from while Thunder landed
by his bag to retrieve a light set of wingblades he could
reliably conceal while grounded. It hadn’t come from their
window so it wasn’t outside nor was it loud or clear
enough to suggest it had been on the same floor as their room,
however it still sounded like it had come from at least down the
hall as he didn’t hear it come from the room beneath them.
Opening his door and peeking out into the hall he would see
nothing in the dark aside from another door nearest the stairs
opening with the head of a mare poking out the same way as his.
This would at least confirm for Mana that he hadn’t been
hearing things. Beyond the stairs he could see a small amount of
light creeping up from the floor below and a straining of his
ears could make out soft bits and pieces of an exchange beyond
with it occasionally rising in volume before quieting down again
as if hushed.
“Downstairs,” Mana informed Thunder with the Pegasus
waving a hoof back at him.
“Jus go,” he said back, his mouth full as he worked
to strap on his weapons, “fhigure it ou, I’ll bwe
dare in a shec.”
Not wishing to waste time and understanding that Thunder
wouldn’t be able to arm himself and move at the same time,
Mana left the room and entered the hall, making his way towards
the stairs with a focus on listening for any indication that
anything might be ascending. There was little activity that he
could make out beyond the voices downstairs. Quietly requesting
that the curious mare return to her room as he passed, it being
less effective without his armor, Mana would be able to see that
the light was indeed coming from beyond the stairs and even the
lobby below as it was creeping in from around the corner where
the building divided into the alchemy shop.
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: January 24, 2018, 8:17 pm
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Foxtrot rolls around under the sheets, soundly sleeping away.
That is until a sudden scream jolts him awake. Instantly he sits
up, one glowing hoof humming as its aimed up into the darkness.
Nothing. [I]'Hey, Omega. Was that...?'[/i]
[I]'Screaming? Yes. And no, it wasn't a dream this time. You may
want to check it out.'[/i]
The stallion stumbles to his hooves and looks around. Nothing
outside his window, nothing in his room. Perhaps downstairs or
in the hallway? [I]'Alright, activate night vision.'[/i]
'We don't have night vision.'
Foxtrot rolls his eyes. With a light sigh, he exits his room.
Peering to his left, he hears somepony in Mana's and Thunder's
room. Safe to say they picked up on it as well. Looking
opposite, he can see Mana further down. It looks like he's on to
something. Taking his lead, Foxtrot steps into the hallway and
follows.
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Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: January 24, 2018, 9:04 pm
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Despite the commotion, the noise, and the subtle hoofsteps that
followed, Nivalia was still out like a light. It couldn't be
helped. The night at the festival was so much fun! Sure the ice
cream kept changing its physical properties, but it was nice.
Spending time with Tinder was a blast, but all the excitement by
the end was exhausting. With all those waking up, Nivalia
certainly wasn't one of them.
#Post#: 3512--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: January 24, 2018, 9:27 pm
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Tinder quickly jolts up with the scream, she doesn't sleep
soundly as is so it doesn't take much to wake her. Grabbing her
bag she tosses it on and moves to Niv, shaking her gently to
wake her, "Niv, someone screamed. We gotta go." Downing a couple
doses as she waits for her friend to wake, attempting her magic
once more to have it simply fizzle out. Muttering to herself as
she tries again and again, "No no no, not now, not right now.."
#Post#: 3514--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: January 26, 2018, 11:52 pm
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Glory, having gone to bed a few hours earlier than she otherwise
would, finds herself wide awake. She sits at the little table by
the window, idly skimming through one of the books Lily had left
lying there when she went to bed herself. She's flicking through
a chapter about... silkworms?, when there's what sounds like a
scream from somewhere below, muffled by the floor. She springs
up immediately and glances out the window, but the town seems
quiet and calm. Which means whatever it is is likely not what
they've been waiting for. Maybe even just somepony having a
nightmare. But of course, it could be something serious. As
quickly as she can she retrieves two of her pistols from her
bags. Buckling on a belt across her chest she thrusts the
pistols into it, and then throws on the hawaiian shirt she'd
been wearing earlier and heads for the door. Out in the corridor
she finds she's not the only one investigating; the "security"
pony from earlier at the end of the hall, and one of the others
she'd seen getting off the train. She falls in beside Foxtrot as
he heads to the stairs, and, ignoring any sorts of warnings from
Mana peers down at the light herself. Unortunately, she can't
hear what's being said either, though it does at least show
there's more than one down there. She looks back at the two
others, neither of whom seem to be armed. But then... they are
unicorns, and mr security here is probably at least trained in
some sort of combat magic. "Come on, we should check it out."
She whispers to the two, and turns to creep down the stairs. She
peers out as she descends, keeping her eyes peered for signs of
whoever it is noticing them coming. She makes it to the foot of
the stairs without incident, and carefully peek out into the
lobby... and relaxes when she's sees it's just Spirit and
Alacrity, talking in hushed voices back behind the counter. She
steps out of the way to allow the others to come through and
tries to button her shirt up as discreetly as possible, to hide
the fact that she's armed.
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Re: Weaver
By: Broadshield Date: January 27, 2018, 5:10 am
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Broadshield finds himself woken from the scream from downstairs.
He is instantly alert. He briefly considers leaving it to hotel
staff, but he has a duty to whoever is downstairs as a soldier.
Broadshield didn't bring any guns on this mission, so all he had
was a combat knife. Silently he grabs the knife and leaves his
room, making his way downstairs via an alternate route to
everyone else, although he didn't know who else would go down,
trying to see what the source of the scream was.
#Post#: 3516--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: January 27, 2018, 8:09 pm
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PLO grumbles as he rolls over in his bed. He had slept through
the first scream, and only knew anything was going on due to the
pervasive noise of ponies...making noise. Why are so many ponies
up at this hour? Well, it seems like it's not going to stop, so
he can either lie here trying to sleep some more or go out and
find out what's going on, and maybe who's to blame for it.
Thump! He falls off the bed and grunts, overestimating how wide
the mattress is. He tosses the blanket aside and stands, rubbing
at his head, and grabs his cloak from a stand he brought with
him. And walks in front of a full-length mirror, which he also
brought with him. He takes some time making himself presentable,
if he's going to need to get in somepony's face for disturbing
his sleep, they should full well know just who they're dealing
with!
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