[FwM] As Equestria Turns:MLP Without the Kiddy Thread 9

[PurityIcekiller]

"Depends on your definition of 'big'. But uhm. A majority of this would be talking and standing...mostly um...finesse and diplomacy. And I don't want you to be er, bored so...Oh blast it fine. The truth is, I think if we both go, they might take offense to your..." She quickly thinks up a 'nice' adjective. "Bluntness."

"Bluntness? But I'm pretty sure I've been sharpenin' 'em enough..." Blades pulled out a disk and examined it carefully. "Yep, seems like it's still got that cuttin' edge.

"All right, I'll let ya do yar talkin', then. Have a good night!" With that, she made sure the food was paid for and started off toward the shop.

[Orzel]

Flowier's arrogance didn't sit well with the griffon at all. This whole thing suddenly seemed like a power grab. "There are three beings, two of them ponies I have ever pledged loyalty to. I do not see a crown on your head."

While coming across as slightly aggressive, that statement was more of why he's saying no. "I am here to help you, and to allow you to make your case."

""I am in service of a crown. A position of power. A princess cannot manage everything. coldly she answers without eye contact.

"Now a trio of griffons came this way investegating a griffon apperance rumor in Bridal Shores. As the ponies form this fort took part defending this town., they came here first before heading there. I have stalled them with a tour but eventually I will have to give answers. Now my soldiers wont tell even if tortured but as the races are official at peace, I must cooperate. What do wish me to tell them?"

"I dunno....I don't think I have the right mindset for modeling...clothes," She said her normal tone showing hints of shyness about such........things.

"That is a shame." Victory frowns and has another sip. "Where is Mr. Sol. I must go."

"No..no....I just...you know what...nevermind...I uh...that's a very c-cute beret, you l-look cute in it, or cuter because you're a-already cute," He stammers trying to change the subject a bit. He glanced at the stockings, lacey undies, and the rest of the items he was given for the set and wondered just how much he was going to regret it after some blood loss.

"Och. Ye are sooo sweet. Let me go into Awbade's room and try it on." And the fae collects the tossed clothing and canters into the next room.

[Luka]

The armored pony is still sleeping and whistling slgithly when

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The army rains down from the mountains like a landslide and mass panic goes around.... Well more mass panic, there was when Luka spawned there. Though, his gryphon father was pretty delighted

"Classic Army Berserking, Pretty sure they're going to end up killing themselves falling down"

He was right, just behind them the army was arriving and several ponies were getting crushed below the others; Just looking besides him and he would see his father about to do the gryphon equivalent to a facehoof, but he got interrupted when the rest of the army arrived. Then the Golden Unicorn intervened

"Fall back to the mines! they're just too many to deal with!"

Just as they were about to get into the mines right behind them, a fireball made the entrance collapse and get blocked, and when Luka looked to his side he saw a Dark Armored figure, He doesnt even remember seeing it before, but it casted some force to push Luka and his brothers off the cliff on the side of the slope that went inside the mines.

The armored pegasus tried to look up the slope, but he didn't need to, the gryphon and the Unicorn were below too and...It happened, again; the mare fell to the ground and the gryphon was just besides it, trying to nudge her awake, but she didn't.

"You....You're GOING TO PAY FOR THI-AGH!"

The gryphon charged towards the figure out of rage, and it got sliced once and fell to the ground too; their 3 sons yelled in unison "DAD!", but while Luka and Aisis were frozen by the shock, Mile just rushed and tried to help them while screaming out loud "DAD! MOM! GET UP!.....please!"

Obviously, it was gonna get worse, and Luka knew it was going somehow. All cuz of somepony with armor with a color that lacked the ability to reflect light and thus looked black.

It looked like he suddenly exhaled once and had a spasm, but he moved slightly and was quiet again.

[Benson]

"That is a shame." Victory frowns and has another sip. "Where is Mr. Sol. I must go."

"Och. Ye are sooo sweet. Let me go into Awbade's room and try it on." And the fae collects the tossed clothing and canters into the next room.

"He went upstairs, ma'am," She answered as she started to put the tray with a few cups and the teapot back in the kitchen.

Meanwhile.

Ember let out a short sigh as he collected himself and a bag with five thousand bits as he started to walk downstairs. He tried to get Sweet Victory's attention.

[Grif]

(Gonna take two week long break from the RP here. So wrapping this up so that your characters can go off to do some other stuff instead of being in limbo.)

"Now now Tyrol," Staccata says while she lets the stallion put 'the moves' on her. "If you keep doing this kind of thing you'll be lying when you say you aren't a sly colt." She nuzzles him back.

"Is this actually considered sly?" Tyrol replied, grinning a little. "You must have a very different of sly then."

(For Tyrol, let's just say he'll spend the day/night with Staccata again.)

Dreamrunner
"Vell...it's just...I can be a bit crazy sometimes...and I though vith ze pregnancy you'd pull up stakes und leave..."
She smiled.
"Zough, since you aren't going to leave me...maybe ve should move in togezer zen?"

"Move in... what... uh... Dreamrunner, maybe we could... um... I need time to think this through though..." Lemongrass replied. "It's not that I don't want to live with you but... uh... you know, just need some time to sort stuff out. Things like that..."

(Lemongrass would stay with Dreamrunner I guess.)

(As for Icy/Esmeralda, Fox Trot and Hay Bale would find her house locked and barred the next day, or the few days if the RP progressed that far. No sign of her in town or anywhere else. If you guys are planning to carry out that casino thing, then I'm sorry, I'll have to drop out for the time being.

For Sliverpine, he'll be a background NPC on the Cirrus.)

[Kelvin360]

Arvadraa

"Bluntness? But I'm pretty sure I've been sharpenin' 'em enough..." Blades pulled out a disk and examined it carefully. "Yep, seems like it's still got that cuttin' edge.

"All right, I'll let ya do yar talkin', then. Have a good night!" With that, she made sure the food was paid for and started off toward the shop.

Seeming a bit disappointed that her gold chunk didn't do its job, she nevertheless strides out of the resturaunt to speak to some (literal) moles. Whether they tell her anything useful (or cryptic) is up to whatever invisible force controls the underground pony blackmailer.

[MCerberus]

""I am in service of a crown. A position of power. A princess cannot manage everything. coldly she answers without eye contact.

"Now a trio of griffons came this way investegating a griffon apperance rumor in Bridal Shores. As the ponies form this fort took part defending this town., they came here first before heading there. I have stalled them with a tour but eventually I will have to give answers. Now my soldiers wont tell even if tortured but as the races are official at peace, I must cooperate. What do wish me to tell them?"

With, well, to his knowledge, being a separatist still political suicide across the border, the griffon relaxes a bit. They appear to just want some answers, and he doesn't have anything to hide.

"You may set up a meeting here or point them to the town itself. That is, unless there's something about how they're acting you haven't told me."

[Orzel]

"He went upstairs, ma'am," She answered as she started to put the tray with a few cups and the teapot back in the kitchen.

Meanwhile.

Ember let out a short sigh as he collected himself and a bag with five thousand bits as he started to walk downstairs. He tried to get Sweet Victory's attention.

Sweet Victory perks up and springs to her hooves. "Good. There is the bits. Pass it over so I can hail a cab."

[Benson]

Sweet Victory perks up and springs to her hooves. "Good. There is the bits. Pass it over so I can hail a cab."

"Alrighty, here ya go Miss, 5 thousand accounted for," He said with small smile handing her over the bag Bits. "Now you be careful returning back to the shop."

[PurityIcekiller]

Seeming a bit disappointed that her gold chunk didn't do its job, she nevertheless strides out of the resturaunt to speak to some (literal) moles. Whether they tell her anything useful (or cryptic) is up to whatever invisible force controls the underground pony blackmailer.

Ponies who listened closely enough could hear the fourth wall briefly shuddering.

The moles' information was varied. The imprisoned pony was very deep down even for them. Some didn't know anything, most had heard from other moles, such as their parents, and only a few had actually seen her. It was clear, though, that as long as the moles could remember, she had been there.

One particularly daring mole had a thorough account. "...mostly too hot down there for others, but I went down to check it out, and the lass was there just sitting. She was so calm, at first, I thought she was sleeping! She seemed to notice me, though. I went home, but she was such a sight that I went back down again one day, and there she was, still sitting! And she was there all the times I went there, always the same. She couldn't talk to us like you can, but she seemed to like us since she always got a little livelier when she saw us. Then that big earthquake collapsed a good deal of tunnels, so I had to redig the way, and she was still there, but looking livelier than ever! And she had this round device that she was just watching, watching, watching, like it was important. I didn't understand it much, but I reckon she hadn't seen a lot, so that was the most exciting thing she'd seen in a long time."

[Orzel]

"Alrighty, here ya go Miss, 5 thousand accounted for," He said with small smile handing her over the bag Bits. "Now you be careful returning back to the shop."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow I guess." says Sweet Victory. She waves goodbye and heads to the door to open it.

Of course when she opens the door, none other than Grills is standing there waiting with several ninjas behind him. "Victory? What a pleasant surprise."

Sweet Victory scowls. "Forget it Grills. You got your taste. That's all you get."

The noblestallion rears submissively. "Okay Okay. At least let my ponies escort you home with the money."

Victory jumps in shock. "Howdidyou- Oh. I forgot. Flamestong." The mare then walks away with the ninjas following. "Bye Mr! So. Bye Awbade!"

[Kelvin360]

Ponies who listened closely enough could hear the fourth wall briefly shuddering.

The moles' information was varied. The imprisoned pony was very deep down even for them. Some didn't know anything, most had heard from other moles, such as their parents, and only a few had actually seen her. It was clear, though, that as long as the moles could remember, she had been there.

One particularly daring mole had a thorough account. "...mostly too hot down there for others, but I went down to check it out, and the lass was there just sitting. She was so calm, at first, I thought she was sleeping! She seemed to notice me, though. I went home, but she was such a sight that I went back down again one day, and there she was, still sitting! And she was there all the times I went there, always the same. She couldn't talk to us like you can, but she seemed to like us since she always got a little livelier when she saw us. Then that big earthquake collapsed a good deal of tunnels, so I had to redig the way, and she was still there, but looking livelier than ever! And she had this round device that she was just watching, watching, watching, like it was important. I didn't understand it much, but I reckon she hadn't seen a lot, so that was the most exciting thing she'd seen in a long time."

Before thanking the mole and providing it with some nice juicy worms, Arvadraa would ask politely for the most detailed description of the 'room' where the pony was he could recall, and memorize it for future (possibly teleportation) reference.

[PurityIcekiller]

Before thanking the mole and providing it with some nice juicy worms, Arvadraa would ask politely for the most detailed description of the 'room' where the pony was he could recall, and memorize it for future (possibly teleportation) reference.

Said description was somewhat hard to understand, since moles are not as visual as ponies, and contained a lot of rather obvious information. It was hot, unusually bright, and smelled of sulphur, which could be expected of a chamber with several magma pools scattered about it. As of recently, there were also a few markings carved into the floor.

She did get the locations of a few safe places, so there was less worry about a swift, painful death from accidentally teleporting right into magma.

[Benson]

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow I guess." says Sweet Victory. She waves goodbye and heads to the door to open it.

Of course when she opens the door, none other than Grills is standing there waiting with several ninjas behind him. "Victory? What a pleasant surprise."

Sweet Victory scowls. "Forget it Grills. You got your taste. That's all you get."

The noblestallion rears submissively. "Okay Okay. At least let my ponies escort you home with the money."

Victory jumps in shock. "Howdidyou- Oh. I forgot. Flamestong." The mare then walks away with the ninjas following. "Bye Mr! So. Bye Awbade!"

Aubade was in the kitchen at the moment and only heard the faint calls of a good bye and her name, she swore it sounded like Lochbed as Lochbed had a particular way of saying her name.

Ember had escorted Sweet Victory to the door and was just as surprised seeing Grills behind the door despite knowing he was coming over with food. He managed a lame wave good bye to Sweet Victory before returning his attentions to Grills.

"Oh..h-hey there Grills....welcome, please come in," He said to the stallion.

[Kelvin360]

Arvadraa

Said description was somewhat hard to understand, since moles are not as visual as ponies, and contained a lot of rather obvious information. It was hot, unusually bright, and smelled of sulphur, which could be expected of a chamber with several magma pools scattered about it. As of recently, there were also a few markings carved into the floor.

She did get the locations of a few safe places, so there was less worry about a swift, painful death from accidentally teleporting right into magma.

And with that, she thanked the mole once more and headed off for some rest. Well, semi-rest with the usual waking up screaming in the middle of the forest, anyways. *cough*

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Taylor

"Seems to be getting a tad dark outside. I'll probably get struck by lightning or meteorized again if I start frolicking around. Know of any places nearby a stunning hobony could stay?" He chuckles.

[Benson]

Gwynfillion


The plum mare grew increasingly bored laying there on her stone bench, she had nothing to do. The Dark Ones had no missions for her at the moment, or if they did, they weren't telling her. Ink Noir was still out and about practicing his evil earth pony cultist fetishes and not the sexual variety you pervs, but of the magical variety practiced by zebras.

And it didn't seem like Soft was coming over like she usually did with cookies and pina coladas which Gwyn had come to expect everyday. She briefly wondered if anything happened to the mare, she then shrugged off the thought, chastising herself for even considering being worried about the ''dumb paladin.''

She wanted something to do, anything, well mostly anything, but she couldn't go to the town, it was full of stupid ponies, who might trigger her desire to destroy them. Oh what woes.

[Mystic Muse]

Luckily, Soft manages to get a break from the face-desking Zach, and the Noble she can't help.

She also brings Pina Coladas and cookies, as per usual. Twice the usual amount to make up for her lateness.

"Sorry I'm late. Got held up by a guy obsessed with a girl who likes setting him on fire who asked me for advice on wooing her, and a Noble who was wondering if I had any friends who were mares for....well, you probably don't know what a one-night-stand is quite yet." Soft says, wondering just how much Gwyn did understand about this world. Clearly they need to do a Vulcan Mind-meld at some point.

[Benson]

Luckily, Soft manages to get a break from the face-desking Zach, and the Noble she can't help.

She also brings Pina Coladas and cookies, as per usual. Twice the usual amount to make up for her lateness.

"Sorry I'm late. Got held up by a guy obsessed with a girl who likes setting him on fire who asked me for advice on wooing her, and a Noble who was wondering if I had any friends who were mares for....well, you probably don't know what a one-night-stand is quite yet." Soft says, wondering just how much Gwyn did understand about this world. Clearly they need to do a Vulcan Mind-meld at some point.

The plum mare looked at Soft with a look of surprise and tiny microscopic smile before it morphed into a slight scowl. She made sure to pin her ears back and flick her tail to come off as grouchy.

"Yes, late, your apology will be accepted this time and every other time because I'm tsundere or something for you," She eyed the cookies and pina coladas hungrily and then looked back at Soft quizzically dropping her scowl.

"isn't a one night stand a piece of furniture?"

[Mystic Muse]

The plum mare looked at Soft with a look of surprise and tiny microscopic smile before it morphed into a slight scowl. She made sure to pin her ears back and flick her tail to come off as grouchy.

"Yes, late, your apology will be accepted this time and every other time because I'm tsundere or something for you," She eyed the cookies and pina coladas hungrily and then looked back at Soft quizzically dropping her scowl.

"isn't a one night stand a piece of furniture?"

"Well, you could say you have one night stand if you're referring to just having a piece of furniture. Generally a one-night-stand refers to having sex with a pony once, and then never seeing them again. It's a really crappy thing to do to a pony, and I suspect that, despite you not knowing much about this society and not caring much for its opinion of you, you're classy enough that it's not something you would do." Soft says, almost considering taking a cookie. She did notice the small smile and is hoping that's because she's here, and not just because Gwyn considered her an endless supply of Pina Coladas and cookies. "Have you taken a look at any of the books I loaned you?" she asks.

[Benson]

"Well, you could say you have one night stand if you're referring to just having a piece of furniture. Generally a one-night-stand refers to having sex with a pony once, and then never seeing them again. It's a really crappy thing to do to a pony, and I suspect that, despite you not knowing much about this society and not caring much for its opinion of you, you're classy enough that it's not something you would do." Soft says, almost considering taking a cookie. She did notice the small smile and is hoping that's because she's here, and not just because Gwyn considered her an endless supply of Pina Coladas and cookies. "Have you taken a look at any of the books I loaned you?" she asks.

Gwynfillion levitated a cookie over to herself and started to munch on it. She thought about Soft's explanation on a one night stand. It sounded all so silly, especially just stuff about ponies consummating. But, it was apparently a crappy thing to do to a pony, she hated everypony, so she told herself, it was interesting.

She swallowed her bite and thought about Soft's question. "I uh, no.......actually, haven't gotten to those books yet......yea....that could have staved off my boredom." Yes, she hadn't looked through those romantic novels, trashy novels, and general books on relationships, because, Benson had forgotten about them. *awkward grin goes here*

[Mystic Muse]

She swallowed her bite and thought about Soft's question. "I uh, no.......actually, haven't gotten to those books yet......yea....that could have staved off my boredom." Yes, she hadn't looked through those romantic novels, trashy novels, and general books on relationships, because, Benson had forgotten about them. *awkward grin goes here*

"It's okay. Have any questions about ponies in general? Also, I just feel like I should mention something. I tried fiddling around with that remote that's connected to your collar. It doesn't seem to want to let me give you any spells past sixth level no matter what I tried. Theoretically, I could destroy it, but it'd likely stick you with sixth level spells permanently. I also haven't been able to find anything that could destroy your collar." This is likely a surprise for the Plum mare. The dumb Paladin trusting her enough to give her all her spell levels back? Jeeze, Soft must love her. That or she really is just a dumb paladin.

"Oh, and is there anything I could do for you besides getting you Pina Coladas and cookies? You're not exactly a normal pony, so I'd have no idea what you'd like, or what you'd like to do. I just feel like I should try and help if possible." she says.

[Benson]

"It's okay. Have any questions about ponies in general? Also, I just feel like I should mention something. I tried fiddling around with that remote that's connected to your collar. It doesn't seem to want to let me give you any spells past sixth level no matter what I tried. Theoretically, I could destroy it, but it'd likely stick you with sixth level spells permanently. I also haven't been able to find anything that could destroy your collar." This is likely a surprise for the Plum mare. The dumb Paladin trusting her enough to give her all her spell levels back? Jeeze, Soft must love her. That or she really is just a dumb paladin.

Yea, we'll go with dumb paladin who's in lust/love with the creature she almost killed who made threats to kill her love ones. The world is funny that way.

"I..I dunno....if I have any questions about ponies in general....maybe....how much torture can they take before they die?" She said in an amusingly cute way despite the content of the question. She then looked at Soft in surprise hearing that she tried to raise her spell level, was this mare so foolishly in love with her or something? Well, from what the Dark Ones told her that one time about Soft, that Soft had a thing for her, oddly.

She stared intensely at Soft with her violet/lilac eyes unsure of how to respond to the mare trying to rid her of her collar. She reached a hoof to her collar touching it lightly. She glanced down then to the side. Why would she try to help her rid her of the collar? Gwynfillion wondered, considering the threats she made she'd enact upon its removal. Like threats of destroying this planet in one fell 'you get no save' swoop. The equivalent to squashing an ant.

"Oh, and is there anything I could do for you besides getting you Pina Coladas and cookies? You're not exactly a normal pony, so I'd have no idea what you'd like, or what you'd like to do. I just feel like I should try and help if possible." she says.

"I desire fighting, that's what I was made to do, fight, destroy, kill, annihilate. Don't let my new form fool you, I was...still am...a weapon who desires to do as what I was created to do, but when I want to do so, not by the will of the gods who damned me to this world. But yes...I am...but a...weapon."

She went silent for a moment staring past Soft at nothing before returning her gaze on Soft. She furrowed her brows. "Could you find me something to fight?"

[Orzel]

Aubade was in the kitchen at the moment and only heard the faint calls of a good bye and her name, she swore it sounded like Lochbed as Lochbed had a particular way of saying her name.

Ember had escorted Sweet Victory to the door and was just as surprised seeing Grills behind the door despite knowing he was coming over with food. He managed a lame wave good bye to Sweet Victory before returning his attentions to Grills.

"Oh..h-hey there Grills....welcome, please come in," He said to the stallion.

"Good day, Lord Sol. I bring gifts. Pasta!" Grills said in a perky tone. Ember would have to notice the smile on his face. The sourness and despression was not present on his face. "Parmesan potato pasta with a pinch of purple pepper."

[Benson]

"Good day, Lord Sol. I bring gifts. Pasta!" Grills said in a perky tone. Ember would have to notice the smile on his face. The sourness and despression was not present on his face. "Parmesan potato pasta with a pinch of purple pepper."

It was contagious, he couldn't help but have a big smile of his own. "Sounds really delicious...I'll have Aubade set the table." He shut the door behind him. "You're awfully cheery, is there a story behind it?"

Aubade then returned and gave the other noble a bow. "I' shall take your kind gifts of food to the kitchen if you'll have it sir."

[Orzel]

It was contagious, he couldn't help but have a big smile of his own. "Sounds really delicious...I'll have Aubade set the table." He shut the door behind him. "You're awfully cheery, is there a story behind it?"

Aubade then returned and gave the other noble a bow. "I' shall take your kind gifts of food to the kitchen if you'll have it sir."

"Thank you, Miss Aubade. I also brought a matching bottle of aged juice." Grills chuckles merrily and sat cafefuly on the couch. "I rarely get an excuse to cook anymore. Especially not for others. Too high ranked to not defer that to a servant or underling without the unnecessary harsh consequences of breaking nobility cultural rules. In a different world, I'd be a professional chef but in this one I am a noble officer of the military.." He sighed and drooped suddenly but snapped back to cheeriness shortly. "Anyways. How was work? Will I get my money back?"

[Benson]

"Thank you, Miss Aubade. I also brought a matching bottle of aged juice." Grills chuckles merrily and sat cafefuly on the couch. "I rarely get an excuse to cook anymore. Especially not for others. Too high ranked to not defer that to a servant or underling without the unnecessary harsh consequences of breaking nobility cultural rules. In a different world, I'd be a professional chef but in this one I am a noble officer of the military.." He sighed and drooped suddenly but snapped back to cheeriness shortly. "Anyways. How was work? Will I get my money back?"

Aubade took the food and drink to the kitchen while Ember listened to Grills' sob story, and then of course story whiplash happened.

"I uh..oh yea....At the end of the month you'll have your..ten thousand back, work was interesting." He answered as he looked back at the stairwell, he was wondering briefly if Lochbed was doing alright, he half expected her to barrel down to show him the outfit on her...he kinda got her.

[Mystic Muse]

Yea, we'll go with dumb paladin who's in lust/love with the creature she almost killed who made threats to kill her love ones. The world is funny that way.

"I..I dunno....if I have any questions about ponies in general....maybe....how much torture can they take before they die?" She said in an amusingly cute way despite the content of the question. She then looked at Soft in surprise hearing that she tried to raise her spell level, was this mare so foolishly in love with her or something? Well, from what the Dark Ones told her that one time about Soft, that Soft had a thing for her, oddly.

She stared intensely at Soft with her violet/lilac eyes unsure of how to respond to the mare trying to rid her of her collar. She reached a hoof to her collar touching it lightly. She glanced down then to the side. Why would she try to help her rid her of the collar? Gwynfillion wondered, considering the threats she made she'd enact upon its removal. Like threats of destroying this planet in one fell 'you get no save' swoop. The equivalent to squashing an ant.



"I desire fighting, that's what I was made to do, fight, destroy, kill, annihilate. Don't let my new form fool you, I was...still am...a weapon who desires to do as what I was created to do, but when I want to do so, not by the will of the gods who damned me to this world. But yes...I am...but a...weapon."

"I'm wholly convinced you're not entirely a weapon. At least, not any more. And that's a good thing." Soft says.

She went silent for a moment staring past Soft at nothing before returning her gaze on Soft. She furrowed her brows. "Could you find me something to fight?"

"If that's really what you want, I'll do my best. Any particular pre-requisites, or just anything I can find?" Soft asks the plum mare.

[Benson]

"I'm wholly convinced you're not entirely a weapon. At least, not any more. And that's a good thing." Soft says.

She just stared at her as if she grew a second head or something at the moment she spoke those words. She then shook her head and returned her attentions to the current matter.

"If that's really what you want, I'll do my best. Any particular per-requisites, or just anything I can find?" Soft asks the plum mare.

"Something that 'will last me a good fight and not die within seconds," She was still surprised that this cyan pony was actually considering getting her something to fight. If only Gwynfillion could figure out that she could probably exploit the paladin's feelings, but alas, that idea doesn't seem to be getting through her feathered mane topped head.

[Mystic Muse]

"Something that 'will last me a good fight and not die within seconds," She was still surprised that this cyan pony was actually considering getting her something to fight. If only Gwynfillion could figure out that she could probably exploit the paladin's feelings, but alas, that idea doesn't seem to be getting through her feathered mane topped head.

"Alright, a fight to the death. Well, that rules out me...I'll see what I can do. Anything else I should do in the meantime?" she asks.

[Orzel]

Aubade took the food and drink to the kitchen while Ember listened to Grills' sob story, and then of course story whiplash happened.

"I uh..oh yea....At the end of the month you'll have your..ten thousand back, work was interesting." He answered as he looked back at the stairwell, he was wondering briefly if Lochbed was doing alright, he half expected her to barrel down to show him the outfit on her...he kinda got her.

Fortunately for Ember, Lochbed just finished putting on the underwear and now was up to the dress. She could not zipper it up though. No fingers. "Awbade! Can't you come up stairs?"

"The fae is here?" Grills said. He jabbed Ember in the side gently with his elbow. "You dog. Nobility is in your blood alright."