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Post by Red Charge on Feb 25, 2015 15:47:38 GMT -5
The voice grumbled loudly, before Lucent heard a cacophany of bending metal, heavy objects crashing and suddenly all the lights turned on.
In front of him was standing a unicorn with a megaphone, staring wide eyed at him, in his hooves he was manipulating what looked like strings linked to a moving chain tied around the room in a circle. Where Lucent saw the large, dark moving shape was now a mess of styrofoam, cardboard and papermache in the shape of a giant squid....
The orange unicorn stared at him for a few more moments, his eyes darting around to try and find an escape, before saying.
"Lesson number 1! Everything is an illusioN!"
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Post by Lucent Leer on Feb 26, 2015 14:19:57 GMT -5
Lucent puffed his chest out, ready for anything, or at least pretending to be. A loud crash then echoed throughout the warehouse, making him cringe and close his eyes, bracing himself for what might come next. This is it! he thought. By Luna, please let it be quick. He waited and what followed was...nothing?
Opening his eyes, Lucent saw the peculiar scene before him. The monster, the booming voice; all of it was a complete hoax! “You got to be kidding me...” he muttered, giving the unicorn a deadpan stare. “What in Tartarus were you thinking?! You nearly gave me a heart attack with that display!”
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 14, 2015 19:22:15 GMT -5
"A test of courage!" The unicorn said flamboyantly, waving his hoof dramatically. "A pony of weak resolve could not even hope to ascend to the level a master such as I could bring them to. I have neither the time nor the inclination to teach those of lesser ambition!" He harrumphed loudly.
"But you, have bravely descended into the unknown, facing a possible monster, or an unknown number of assailants, in the dark, by yourself, where no one could hear you scream. Oh the mutilation that could have been done unto you... but you leapt bravely beyond the veil of fear and you stand now before me, a worthy apprentice!"
The unicorn had a short and unkempt Dulce De Leche mane, brighter near the root and darker near the fringe. His fur was a mellow tan mixed in with beige spots, he held himself with the high air of nobility and at this moment seemed entirely different than when the lights first turned on.
"You may call me Master Cylinder!" He said, indicating with a graceful nod of the head his cutie mark, a cylinder hat with a wand.
"Now, apprentice, tell me - for what have you come here for? Money? Power? Fame?"
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