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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: February 18, 2018, 7:56 pm
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Glory follows the group into the back, keeping close to Mana as
he seems to most know what he's doing... at least until the
actually get into Alkahest's workshop, where space is extremely
limited. She pauses at the door to regard the room for a minute,
though there's so much in it that she doesn't recognize she'd be
hard pressed to notice anything amiss. "Any of the competitors
in town?" Glory asks, watching the rest of them doing their
investigations. She steps up to the table where whatever was
stolen used to sit. Not much to be found there. She gets out of
Spirit's way as she bustles past to get cleaning up a little bit
of spilled powder. "They weren't very careful with it." She
comments as she heads around to the door, though it's mostly to
look for more of the spilled mystery substance. She never was
one for picking locks or other burgling techniques. She's glad
somepony knows how to figure it out though, as Tinder makes her
inspection. At Fox's appearance, she seizes the chance to get
out of the other's way, squeezing past and out the door. "More
of the pink stuff huh?" She asks, moving in alongside Nyx to
take a look, though, it being just glowing pink powder, there's
not much to see. She turns back and looks in through the door.
"There's a trail of the pink stuff out here, you guys find
anything else?"
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: February 19, 2018, 6:57 pm
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Mana glances between the door and Tinder, her quick recognition
of the locks tampering causing him to adopt an eye of suspicion
towards the mare.
“Just a random hobby of yours?” he asked, being cut off from an
immediate answer due to Foxtrot’s call.
Mana would be one of the ponies to exit out the back to
investigate while Thunder stayed behind with no intention of
stumbling over the room and bumping into others to try and catch
up. Spirit, being summoned, worked her way to joining the others
and shook her head at the questions.
“Nothing else was taken,” she stated only to tap her chin in
thought and frown in uncertainty, “I think… But this stuff
here?” she lowered her head enough to give the pink substance a
good look, Spirit shaking her head a second time as she pulled
back, “No, I think this is more of the dust. It’s just getting
wet from the dew in the grass? That’s not going to last though
when the sun starts coming up.” She said that last part more to
herself than the others, Spirit retreating back towards the shop
with a quick warning not to touch the substance being cast back
over her shoulder.
I have concerns for the condition of our stairs… Alacrity, who
would be damned if she left the backroom unsupervised with all
these strangers looking around, thought in response to the
stallion poking his nose into this mess.
“Is anything of yours gone?” Thunder asked, reading Alacrity’s
desire to say very colorful things back and wanting to avoid
trying to break ponies up in all this clutter. Spirit had
returned and was again digging into the same cupboard as before
up until she’d found a slightly larger yet this time full bottle
of the same liquid as earlier.
Trotting back outside Spirit did the same to this sample as she
had to the last before sitting in the grass with a smile and
satisfied nod. Mana then pointed out the next pocket and Spirit
gave a small groan.
“I suppose we could try following the trail?” Mana suggested,
eyes darting to the next glowing patch of pink then straining to
pick out the one after, “Well, we can at least,” he continued,
indicating himself, Foxtrot and the Thunder with a vague wave
back towards the building, “The rest of you don't need to get
any more involved if you don't want to. No reason to go running
around all night chasing after what could be a dead end,
especially since it might deal with a criminal trying to make
off with some stolen goods. Who knows what they might do. I
wouldn't want anyone getting hurt.”
“Oh! if you do go,” Spirit took the bottle in her hooves and
held it out to the gathering, “Can you take this with you? We
need to dilute the spillage and keep it from maybe killing
people’s lawns. Just a small splash on each is all it takes! And
don't worry about exposure to the stuff in the bottle. It's
practically edible! Mostly! I would go, but I don’t think
Alacrity would be happy with me going anywhere without reporting
this to the watch…”
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Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: February 20, 2018, 6:21 pm
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Nyx watched as Spirit took care of the strange substance. Her
gaze traveled to Mana when he suggested following the trail.
"That seems like a logical course of action. I'll come along,"
she said with her most charming smile. "I don't mind helping
out." When Spirit held out the bottle, Nyx automatically
levitated it towards her, until she remembered that she had been
trying to not show her aura. Her magic glitching for a moment,
the bottle fell toward the grass, only to be caught again in
Nyx's aura right before it hit the ground as her instincts
kicked in. Fortunately, her magic had replenished itself while
she had slept, and the aura around the bottle shone a solid
gold. "I'll take care of it," she told Spirit. "No lawns will
die under my watch," she said with a grin, giving Spirit a
salute.
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: February 22, 2018, 9:39 pm
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Not seeing any more clues, Foxtrot keeps in mind who has the
spray bottle. He taps his front hoof. It glows brightly as he
lifts it up and points it towards the trail. A makeshift
flashlight is the result, giving the group ample illumination in
the night. "I'll keep the area well lit. Should help if we spot
more clues."
#Post#: 3544--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: February 26, 2018, 7:34 pm
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Tinder glances up as Mana comments on the quickness, "Yeah,
something like that.. " She looks back to the lock, taking in
every detail before heading out with the rest. "I'll join you,
you lot don't seem to know a whole lot about this kind of
thing." She stands in the back of the crowd, ready to follow
behind and help to the best of her ability, though her magic is
still out for the count.
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: February 26, 2018, 8:03 pm
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Glory looks out into the darkness, her eyes following the trail
of pink dust as far as she can see. Which is not that far,
really, she'd taken her earring out after being awoken by Lily's
reading habits, and hadn't put it back in after getting up. She
feels oddly vulnerable without it, as though there could be
anything lurking out there invisible to her normal senses. She
shrugs the feeling off as best she can and turns to Mana when he
suggests following. "I'm in." She says with a nod, "If it's just
a thief I'm sure they won't that dangerous. I bet you deal with
that sort of thing all the. Plus, you know, safety in numbers."
She's also armed, of course, but they aren't supposed to know
that. She winces as Nyx almost drops the bottle of "mostly" safe
potion-neutralizing gunk. Despite Spirit's assurance, she thinks
she'll keep well away from the stuff herself. She falls in
behind Fox as he uses his unusual form of magic to light the
way, bringing several more of the spills into view leading off
into town.
The group would head off, following the steady trail of dropped
alchemical powder through the dark and silent streets of Weaver.
In the light from Foxtrot's hoof, the bright pink of the dust is
clear as day. Weaver being a small town, it doesn't take long to
reach the end of the trail; an old barn with signs on the doors
declaring that it was soon to be demolished. "Guess this is the
place." She says, her voice low. "Why go here though?" She
creeps forward a bit, trying to note anything out of place. "I
think the door's open, just a little bit." She glances back at
the others. "What should we do?"
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: February 26, 2018, 8:07 pm
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Around two stories high and painted a typical dull red, the barn
was average in its appearance and exactly what one would expect
from a country town like Weaver. Some stray tufts of cotton and
empty barrels lay near the doors abandoned and served as a sign
that the building had been in use very recently, perhaps even as
recent as the days before the festival, but the sign on the
front made it clear that it’s life as a respectable structure
was coming to an end. Whether or not this was due to Weaver’s
road towards growth or simply due to the barn now being located
just too far away from the fields wasn’t clear.
“A barn?” Thunder criticized in a hush, “Were I shopping for an
evil lair I’d have wanted something better than a boring old
barn. A giant skull rising from a swamp maybe? Some style or
menace is all I’m asking for.”
“The style of barn looks like it has only one entrance,” Mana
said, “And I don’t see any windows. There’s not much we really
can do aside from use the front door. The trail seems to end
here so whoever took it is either still in there or realized
they were leaking and fixed it.”
“Straight forward then, isn’t it?” Thunder contributed with a
shrug, “They’re either in there or they’re not. Either way we’ll
have to go in to catch them or try and figure out where they
might have gone. Maybe they even abandoned the stuff since it
was pouring out everywhere? For all we know it was empty by the
time they got here. I never saw how big the thing was.”
“I suppose,” Mana agreed, “This is the part that might get
dangerous,” he tossed to the others so that he could later say
he’d warned them, “Just so everyone is aware.”
If there were no other objections Mana and Thunder would
approach the entrance to the barn, Mana leaning an ear towards
the crack while being sure not to accidentally bump into the
barrels and discarded materials around the barn. With a
narrowing of his eyes, Mana thought he could pick up the sounds
of quiet voices further beyond, his peeking through the opening
showed mostly darkness as the early morning had yet to announce
the sun and what moonlight they were given struggled to flood in
from the singular entrance and tiny cracks that could be picked
out in the walls. Like the voices, Mana thought he could see
evidence further inside, a small soft flickering of orange light
dancing on the sides of a few containers and beams behind a pile
or two of empty crates and silhouetting a ladder the led up to a
small landing directly above the entrance. The rafters were in
near pitch-black shadow with the exception of a few shreds of
illumination creeping upwards from whatever whoever was inside
was using as a source of light towards the center of the barn.
The information regarding the light and voices would be shared
by Mana in careful quiet to the rest of the group with he and
Thunder then prepping to enter. The door was moved in near total
silence, a tiny squeak escaping and causing Mana to wince while
Thunder rolled his eyes at the inevitability. Once room enough
was made Mana would peek further inside and be the first to step
in and veer to the right while Thunder favored the left. The two
attempting to secure the entryway for the rest while making the
most of the dark and ignored clutter as cover. Once further in,
Thunder would give the landing above a sneaky peak and determine
that there was little of concern while Mana would wheel around
enough to see that there were indeed other ponies present in the
building.
One was a mare, Pegasus, wearing some design of strapped light
clothing that kept her wings free of obstruction. The other, an
earth pony stallion that was wearing nothing at all, was sitting
near the tiny candle they lit on a barrel lid, a holder being
improvised out of a small pile of dirt scraped from the ground
beneath them.
They seemed to be at odds. Their soft voices and whispers were
being spoken very near to each other in an evident attempt to
keep whatever they were saying very secret. What little Mana and
Thunder could piece together was that they’d indeed made off
with the snatched property of the Green Lion though there was no
sign of any jars or dust anywhere by their little campsite.
Beyond that was only bits and pieces of information. Something
about clumsiness, a vague number, a demand for professionalism,
and clay pots. The mare seemed the more animated of the two as
the stallion only sat there, oddly still and with few words to
say.
Thunder, figuring that two was of little worry, drew closer to
Mana and made a series of head bobs and hoof gestures that made
sense to him. And only him. Mana, drowning in the dark as per
usual, looked past Thunder to check on the others and check on
what they were doing. From what he could gleam they appeared to
have numbers and training on their side, and if this really was
just theft, of which the goods had apparently been ruined,
hidden or abandoned, he wasn’t expecting much from two crooks
hiding in a barn. If anything did go off, he’d be ready.
Otherwise he’d figure something out with Thunder who was still
making wavy motions as if suggesting they go sailing.
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Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: February 27, 2018, 11:01 am
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Nyx trailed slightly behind the group, pausing at every spill to
pour a little of the thick liquid in the bottle onto the
substance to dilute it. When they reached the barn, Nyx crept
in with silent hoof steps. She quietly set the bottle down by a
crate, wanting to be able to focus the entirety of her magic on
defense, if the need arose. Then she drew closer to Mana and
Thunder, ears perked as she tried to catch the two suspects’
conversation. Unfortunately, she could only hear faint bits and
pieces. Frustrated, she scooted forward a little, probably
getting closer than was strictly safe for the situation in her
curiosity.
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: February 28, 2018, 3:09 pm
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Foxtrot remains on flashlight duty, lighting up any magical
substance within sight. By the time they reach the barn, his
hoof shuts off. Silence is key. Just like the others, his steps
make no sound. Unlike the others though, he stays by the barn
door. One ear is pointed at the two strangers, the other facing
outside. His thoughts chat with his other self for any input.
[I]'So, Omega. Highlight those two on the other end of the
room.'[/i]
'I've never done that before. I've told you before, if you want
to do these kinds of things, we need to practice it first.'
[I]'Fine. I'll add it to the list.'[/i]
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Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: March 4, 2018, 7:50 pm
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Well no, nothing of his had been stolen, but that didn't stop
him from being woken in the hubbub, did it? "The most valuable
thing stolen from me tonight has been my sleep, thank you very
much." He leaves it at that. He'd honestly return to his bed
now, there seems to be a gaggle of ponies looking to correct the
situation, but he has some irritation and aggression he'd like
to release. And perhaps on his way back he could find time to
discharge some energy.
He stalks with the rest of the group, hoofsteps no lighter than
they were in the inn but quieter for the softer-than-wood
ground. He follows the rest of the group into the barn,
carefully not caring whether he bumps into the detritus strewn
about but managing not to anyway. He carefully reads the mood
and energy of the situation and, displaying a dizzying mastery
of context, cooperation, and subtlety, marches directly up to
the two apparent thieves with his head held high.
"Villains!" he announces, horn crackling threateningly, lighting
up his face. "Return that which you have stolen and face the
judgement that awaits you!"
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