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Emile A-239 ([personal profile] spaceracist) wrote in [community profile] revenance_comms2013-06-19 08:03 pm

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[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]


This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-20 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[They're not even speaking the same language anymore.] I...suppose...you could? I don't mind you being on the roof of the boutique, as long as you don't make too much noise...though I wouldn't be surprised if Princess Luna came by to visit you.

[Hi! Wow your person is big! He's even bigger than the other armored guys! That's really cool!]

[...admittedly, Spike is shallow.]


There is! York and Delta have been kind enough to mark where the packs of Nightmares tend to appear on it. [After a few moments of fiddling, she manages to send him the map.] Now, where are you?
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sailorgenerous: (Not quite what I had in mind)

[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-20 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Of the sky? Most rooftops in the city do, yes.

[Wow, that is really cool! Spike's person does magic and fashion stuff. See? He puffs up a bit so Spikes can see the green bow tie proudly affixed just above his Spirit symbol.]

Fourth District. I'll be there presently. I wouldn't go into the Post Office quite yet - from what I hear, it's a bit of a maze.
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-20 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Nightmares don't usually come up to rooftops. You should be just fine.

[Spike squeaks happily, rocking back and forth from paw to paw. He's sure Spikes can get one! His person *loves* making stuff - she'll probably want to make one for Spikes too if she knows he wants one!]

[It's not too long - maybe ten minutes - before Rarity shows up at the door to the post office. The armored person is difficult to miss, though she hadn't realized he was quite so tall from the video. Spike bounces along behind her with a couple of shield cookies hanging out of his mouth. He heads right up to Spikes and offers him one. They hit Nightmares on the way over and he got cookies from them and saved one for you! Want it?]


I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's a cookie. Nightmares drop them when they're defeated, and Spirits love them. [She is rather proud of Spike for sharing, and she pats him on the head while he eats his cookie and purrs.]

That is good to hear. Oh- where are my manners? My name is Rarity. It's very nice to meet you, Noble-Four.
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
You will eventually. They also drop ice cream and candy. [Yes, this is bizarre. No, not as bizarre as Pinkie Pie. Rarity's sliding scale of weird is dictated by the pink party pony; creatures that drop cookies and candy are barely a blip on the radar.]

Shall we? [She trots off without waiting for an answer - somehow, she hardly doubts he'll have trouble keeping stride.]
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
You'll get used to it. Everypony does eventually.

[It's not long before they hit the Second District. She gestures to a large building on the left.]

The hotel is there, if you decide you'd like a room there.

[Of course, that's about when a pack of Nightmares appears right in front of them. The Second District is rife with them, and there's a few of all five types here. Wonderful. She magics her saddlebags off, hanging them on a lamppost and out of the way, and delivers a decisive kick to a Meow Wow that was getting too close for comfort as Spike snarls and rolls into the fray.] They do have terrible timing.
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh good, he's taking the bears. She's never had much luck with those - she usually ends up running from them. She kicks another Nightmare, shattering it into munny and dream pieces, and calls to her Pricklemane.]

Spike! You know what to do.

[He squeaks an affirmative, sinks the end of his tail into the ground, puffs out his spikes, and swings himself in a circle, effectively becoming a living mace. Once he's started, Rarity grabs Nightmares with her magic, dropping them in range of Spike's attack. By the time Spike stops swinging himself around, he's sitting in a pile of munny and dream pieces and treats, and a good number of the Nightmares are gone.]
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Given what she knew about him, Rarity wasn't in the least surprised that he knew how to handle himself in combat. She retrieves her saddlebags and starts magicking goods into it, singling out two ice creams and offering one each to Spike and Spikes.]

Thank you for helping with those bears. I have a terrible time trying to get around them.

[She can't exactly say that this is her idea of entertainment, but if it makes him happy, keeps the bears out of her way, and it's not directed at the Moogles, she won't complain. Instead, she gathers up the munny and treats from the bear he took care of and magics them over to him.]

These are yours. Do you have a place to store them?
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
You're very good at it.

[If nothing else, manners is definitely something she can do. She nods to him and trots on, Spike in tow, trusting he'll follow. With any luck, they won't hit too many more Nightmares before they get to the Fourth District.]

I don't think so - at least, I've never seen it happen. They only seem to eat treats, after all.
sailorgenerous: (Faaaaaabulous~)

[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't know about that. Then again, my special talent is entirely different from yours.

[They manage to get back to the Fourth District with only two more Nightmare encounters - not bad for going across half the city. Finally, they reach the door of the boutique, and she opens it with a flourish.]

Welcome to the Carousel Boutique!

[Spike, meanwhile, squeaks appreciatively at Spikes' reenactments. Wow, that's pretty awesome! His person doesn't do a lot of fighting, so they work together instead. And look, this is where he lives! Maybe his person will give you a bow tie now.]
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-21 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. It's what gave me my cutie mark. [She's going to need to explain that pretty soon, isn't she.]

[Rarity can't say she approves of the language, but she knows a show of appreciation when she sees one, and so she just smiles, letting her guest and the Spirits have a look around.]


By magic, mostly. There are some earth pony designers who make everything entirely by hoof, but I've discovered magic makes the detail work just a bit easier.

[Now, how to broach this delicately...] If you'd like a place to...freshen up, I'd be more than happy to show you upstairs.
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-22 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
My cutie mark. It's the symbol on my flank. A cutie mark is an outward sign of a pony's special talent, and mine is fashion! [Given the sheer amount of flair in her gesture towards the half-constructed fashion line in her workroom, it's obvious she loves every minute of it.]

Exactly like that. [Hooves do too work like that! He just has a lot to learn.]

A bath, actually. Come with me, please. [Oh good, he's interested. She magics her saddlebags off, settling them on a hook made exactly for just such a purpose, and starts for the stairs.]
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[personal profile] sailorgenerous 2013-06-22 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it'll be a nice change then, won't it?

[Hopefully, haven't had a bath in a while refers to the bath and not bathing itself. She won't be bringing it up. The stairs creak a bit, but Moogle architects evidently know their stuff and they hold. She pushes open the door to the bathroom, trots in, and starts to run the bathwater, making sure that the fine wire basket on the side of the bath has enough soap and shampoo and conditioner (he doesn't seem the type to appreciate the loofah). That accomplished, she moves out of the way - the bathroom is spacious, but he's a rather large individual.]

There. Is that warm enough?

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Sounds good.

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