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Post by Red Charge on Jan 6, 2017 3:10:15 GMT -5
Even during the winter, the sun blazed above, heating, or rather scorching the pale fur atop the unicorn's back. He hadn't had enough time to leave Equestria for a vacation like he intended, but by the stars it did not mean he was going to just sit still. There were too many places to be, too many connections to make, a critical time window to make them and so little time!
He could probably write a book solely about the short adventures he's had during the time between the final battle in the war and now, if he wrote books. But he didn't, this particular unicorn brewed potions. But needless to say, doing alchemist work for hire around Equestria was very profitable, especially after a war. Got a limp? Got something for that. Rich wife is in a panic? Got something for that too. Creepy crawly pests from the woods settled in your house? Why, that's my specialty! Needless to say Lucky Drop's contact book had grown much larger, with plenty of important ponies in his debt and a quite rousing few interactions on a job for no less than Princess Electra herself. Though naturally, he had to even the odds by getting the Rainlock blokes plenty of free lotions and potions for various notions and that was just his time in Manehattan! Fillydelphia, Hoofington (and he even got connections with one of the world's best alchemists, Watermark, oh the amount of recipes exchanged in mere seconds would have made even The Alchemist himself go cross eyed. Definitely one of the best connections he's made on the trip, as he's related to both the Royal Advisor and Lady Rainlock herself!)
The only place he avoided was Ponyville, not because he didn't want to get a lead in with the Elements of Harmony, but because he was hoping not to run into Fantasy Script. He knew if he had, he'd feel compelled to stick with his newfound best friend and that was no good for his agenda. Ponyville would have to wait for another time.
He tightened his traveling cloak around him and proceeded to stop for a rest 'neath a small rock outcropping.
"Of course you're late." The chilling voice of a massive armored unicorn jolted him.
"No, come on, no way, how can you wear that in the sun!" Lucky groaned, "Aren't you being boiled alive?!"
"Hah, not in the least. I may not be an enchanter but I've a few spells that keep me comfortable in my armor." Max Force said, entering the shade of the rocks. Lucky hasn't seen her at all since the awkward goodbye they all said after Fantasy Script asked her out on a date. Both Lucky and Script knew she heard him and Lucky was pretty sure Script caught on to her ignoring the question on purpose. Was certainly awkward. Yep. But he was definitely not putting his nose in that, no sir.
"I'm not late, you're early, you said afternoon, this is high noon."
She smacked him across the head as a reply.
"Ow."
"If I tell you to meet me at any time, you get there an hour earlier, right?" The bulky mare asked.
"Yes ma'am." Lucky replied, shaking his head. "You gonna tell me why we're out in no man's land?"
"I'll brief you when you've both arrived. Need to wait for Fantasy Script still."
"Hah, Fantasy is just the right name for him." Lucky commented.
"What was that again?" Max asked.
"Nothing ma'am."
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Post by Fantasy Script on Jan 7, 2017 8:37:18 GMT -5
Script poked the ground and frowned. As a pony of the north the desert was basically his least favourite place on earth. It was dry, hot, the sun burned his coat something fierce and every beverage he carried with him would sooner or later be luke warm at least. Well, all except one. He took out a flask, his magic’s grip careful as he handled the container. It had taken quite a bit of careful manipulation to get the flask up to the task. The strength of the enchantment had taken a few little twists and tricks to get it up to the level needed. The gold that he had used to give the flask a bit more oomph was inlayed in careful arcs. It made the bottle rather nice looking as a side effect.
He sipped the liquid with relish, the pleasantly chilled cider slipping down his throat like balm. It wasn’t the famous Apple Farm cider – that stuff was hard to come by even when it was in season – but Ponyville had a rather delectable selection of the liquid. It was one of two treats he had taken with him into this infernal Hay hole. The other was his cloak, as heavily enchanted as the flask, an expensive bit of fabric with some stitching on its inner lining to help the magic within to keep him as cool as possible.
It made this all somewhat bearable.
Still, as he squinted at the horizon, he was somewhat bothered by the assignment. Not the least because it would mean working together with Max Force again. He hadn’t forgotten his blunder, his moment of lightheartedness fuelled by fading adrenaline. He doubted Max had forgotten either. The mare had opted to ignore his questions and their parting had been awkward to say the least. Now they would meet again.
He wouldn’t mention it again. That was for sure. His frown firmly planted on his face and his sourly disposition ready and waiting he guarded his heart. He just hoped he wouldn’t do something stupid again. Stupid military mares that looked way too fetching in armour.
It would be nice to see Lucky again. The darn featherbrain had probably been all over Equestria by this point and hadn’t said hi even once. He could have come by. Stupid alchemist. Still. He was happy to see his friend again. He had missed the troublemaker. Life just wasn’t the same without the favour magnet.
Consulting the map he had been given and checking his compass he finally spotted the meeting place. A stab of anxiety shot through him as he spotted Max standing in the shade. Lucky sat beside her and Script relaxed somewhat. He could do this.
“Ma’am.” He saluted.
“Lucky.” He punched the pony’s shoulder. “You really could have come by at least once you know.”
He tugged at his cloak and tried to get the cooling effect to cover more of his body.
“So, what are we doing in the middle of nowhere, which also happens to be on fire?”
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 9, 2017 14:52:22 GMT -5
BAM.
What a weird noise, heck, it almost sound like it came FROM Fantasy Script. But wait a minute, how did he get on the ground? Everything felt... hot, burning hot!
Above him, or that is to say, on his back, was Lucky Drops, covered in a cloak much like his own, heck it almost looked exactly the... THAT IS HIS CLOAK.
"Ah, much better, thanks Fantasy, knew you'd come through for me!" The potion making unicorn said with a grin, pulling the larger stallion to his hooves and quickly stepping out of his reach and behind Max Force. "Man, this cloak is REALLY comfy! I'll treasure it forever! You can have this in return." He said, tossing over a potion to the enchanter.
"Don't drink that until you know what it does." Max warned, somewhat amused.
"That? Oh that's a potion made out of Terragon's blood, got it Hoofington, it makes you... well, more. Took one myself, feel stronger already. Permanent effect by the way, The lieutenant of the Red Mages himself brewed it, let it mature in a Silver-Oak keg for quite a while.
"And I didn't get one because?" Max asked, turning around glaring at the happy-go-lucky field-alchemist.
"Well..." The cloaked potion-maker said, "You're already stronger than a Terragon, so I don't really see how that potion is gonna do anything for ya."
Fantasy could tell that was the right thing to say immediately, "Oh shut up." Max said, punching him in the shoulder and sending him face first into the rock.
"Ow."
"Alright, you two, time for the battle plan." The Slayer called out, "Lemme just..."
Focusing on her horn, Max Force started developing a glow, which eventually began to spread outwards in a spiral, raising powerful winds around them, it wasn't a tornado this time, but it kicked up a lot of sand in every direction, obscuring them completely from sight.
Fantasy could see her approach one of the rocks and cast a spell, though what it was he couldn't see. Immediately the rock face became some sort of portal, looked like a door made out of plasma, mesmerizing, through which she unceremoniously shoved Lucky Drops and himself.
The world went spinning around Fantasy as he plunged through the portal and then he was... elsewhere. In a room full of maps and chairs and books... some sort of outpost?
His Alchemist companion quickly rolled out of his way as he landed and settled himself in a comfy looking chair. "Ah, I've heard about these, dimensional pockets. Nice. That explains where you popped out of when I came by."
The last person to land was Max Force herself, before the portal closed and they were now in this tomb-like room by themselves.The mare took a seat at a nearby table where a map was already spread out.
"Right, so how were your vacations guys?" Max asked, the authority in her voice going completely scarce, heck, this is the most friendly Fantasy had ever heard her being.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Jan 15, 2017 15:09:59 GMT -5
Script took a long moment to blink and contemplated the fact that half his side seemed to be in contact with the sun. That is, the literal surface of the sun. The way it burned it might be a particularly hot day, maybe Celestia had decided that her celestial body wasn’t working hard enough and had cranked production up a notch. Nevertheless, Script blinked and stared at Lucky.
He blinked again.
His coat had vanished, of that he was sure simply because of the sudden spike in heat. Lucky had gotten his coat. How had Lucky gotten his coat? How had Lucky done what he had done?! And of course the dolt was going to keep it… swizzle sticks. How he wished he could just be suave now and pull a second one out of his pack, sadly though the thing had been rather expensive and he only had the one… swizzle sticks.
He sighed and caught the potion with his telekinesis.
“I don’t tend to just chug potions. Worst case Lucky turns me into a mare or something since he has some convoluted plan to get me to agree to something.”
The alchemist probably wouldn’t… not really. Most likely. Perhaps.
Terragon blood potion? That was a thing? Well it wouldn’t hurt to be… stronger? What would it actually do? Make him more? Well he was a strong pony by nature; it was going to be interesting to see what that concoction would do.
He chugged it and gagged at the taste.
His moment of inattention proved fatal, since he didn’t quite see what had happened to Lucky. Why had the yellow pony ended up on the ground? He shook his head slowly, the heat was turning his brain into mush.
He took a sip from his flask.
The Enchanter watched Max as she charged up her horn, preparing to cast another of her spells. He wondered what she was going to do this time. Part of Script mused that, with her track record, it was probably going to be impressive. The large cloud of sand obscured them and the blue maned stallion watched on, curious what that was supposed to achieve. The cloud would dissipate soon so it was only useful as temporary cover, not nearly enough to have a proper discussion.
Then the portal went up and he went through without much chance for resistance.
The next thing Script knew he was in a sort of mini outpost.
“You know, life with you guys is never boring.” He mused slowly and sat down on a cushion besides a stack of books. He idly looked over the covers wondering what Max had lying around here.
He perked up at her question and watched her for a second. The lack of authority changed the quality of her voice, it was… nice. He pushed that thought away, discarding it with the other little tidbits about the mare that tickled his fancy.
“Mostly helped rebuilding in Ponyville and got working on setting up a small shop.” He shrugged. “It’s a work in progress. Of course most of what I earned went into these trinkets. It was pretty quiet.”
He pointed at the coat Lucky had purloined and the flask.
“Anyone care for a sip of chilled cider?”
He shook the flask, the half full bottled gurgled happily.
“What about you guys?” He pointed at Lucky. “I expect you got around a lot?”
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 19, 2017 14:22:30 GMT -5
"Oh you know, did a little thing here, a little thing there... met a minor Princess, exchanged formulas with a world class alchemist, got in good with a whole bunch of rich people... Just doing my thing, traveled the length and breadth of Equestria, save for Ponyville, of course... Now I'm here." Lucky Drops wasted no time in being as vague so they would ask him more questions.
Unfortunately for him, Max Force simply gave him a court nod and began her own recollection, a little smirk playing on the side of her mouth as he seemed upset that he wasn't interrogated about his doings.
"I've been sent on several Slayer assignments. War brings out hungry monsters, many hungry monsters. Reported the Behemoth we saw in the forest, was assured a team would be dispatched soon to dispose of it. I tried explaining they'll probably need something like a battalion, you know how they are. Apparently Bitter is getting promoted to General of the Royal Guard. They're going to make a lot of organizational changes to it, make it as competent as it is glamorous. Now we have a General Bitter in the Army and a General Bitter in the Royal Guard. Should be interesting. But he's earned it, good pony. Would be the first Earth Pony to make Captain of The Guard, coming to think about it..." Her eyes darted to the left as she tried to recall if there were any others.
"Hightower was never the Captain of the Guard, he was a Field Marshal, so yeah." She concluded. It was strange to see her so chatty for once, even though she kept a serious tone and did not joke around, it was still enough of a shift from her normal stony demeanor to warrant special attention.
"Anyway, we were mopping up the rest of the Diamond Dogs' Terragons and of course, the infestation of the Unseen under Fillydelphia, see once Iron Shoes collapsed the tunnels, a lot of them somehow got into the sewers and it wasn't the most pleasant of jobs." The warrior unicorn crinkled her nose. "But it was good working with some of my old friends again."
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Post by Fantasy Script on Jan 24, 2017 6:53:44 GMT -5
Script grinned as Lucky’s little play got derailed by Max, served him right for stealing his coat and not visiting. Though he had to admit it sounded interesting what Lucky had done. He’d have to ask later on for a bit of detail. They would probably do a lot of walking soon enough, plenty of time to get some more info on the elusive alchemist’s endeavors.
Bitter’s promotion was news, then again, Max would have the most up to date info on matters of the military.
“Good for him. With all that’s been going… well he has his work cut out for him.”
Earth pony or no, Bitter would bring change to the guard, Script was sure of that. Whether that was good or bad would show when the next crisis struck. And it would strike, it always did. Friendship and Harmony might be Equestria’s main motive, but the world was a dangerous place and trouble was brewing surely.
The enchanter wrinkled his nose.
“Sounds unpleasant alright. Fighting those things in the sewers musta been a real hassle.”
He took another sip of cider.
“Not fun at all.”
He shuddered. Fighting in the sewers was bad enough, the stench, the unsteady ground, not something that made combat easy, the tight quarters didn’t help either and the Slayers were all rather big fellows if Max was anything to go by. Must have been an interesting fight, he mused. Script was happy she at least had some good comrades by her side. He idly wondered how she compared the two groups. Were Lucky and him her friends? Comrades? Ah well, didn’t matter.
“Sorry to say,” he said with a small grin. “You’re stuck with us again ma’am.”
They would do alright. Right?
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 28, 2017 7:51:56 GMT -5
"Don't think you're sorry to say that at all," The mare popped her neck audibly, "Think you're pretty dang happy about that if I had to guess. Gotta say I am curious though, by geometric progression of your understanding of our relationship, wouldn't be surprised if you asked me to marry you by the end of this mission."
Lucky Drops cringed at that comment, making an 'ouch' movement with his lips.
Well, Max was definitely not one to skirt around anything, maybe the only thing holding her back from talking about it was the formality, but now that they were cutting loose, it was obvious she hadn't missed or forgotten about Fantasy's question.
"Now let me make something clear to you, because you're a country boy from Celestia knows where in the Northern Barrens. I am not some pretty girl to be wooed or courted like some damsel and don't think I haven't noticed your staring either. I'm not here to find hunky colts to date, I'm here to fight for my country and let me tell you, if someone like me was interested, you'd already know about it."
Lucky let out a drawn out hiss, "Do I need to summon a young priest and an old priest? Ouch."
"I'm just saying what needs to be said. Can't have lover boy over here mess us up because of this. Gentlecolt that he is, has only been around me for a few days and he thinks he knows all about me, kind of demeaning I gotta say. There's a lot more to me than what you could have ever possibly saw during that mission, Fantasy. I'm a complex sentient pony with a multi-faceted personality. Hay, you don't even know my favorite color or my birthday! So next time you're about to offer some lady out on a 'night of her dreams' try to actually care about her first."
"Well I'm so very glad this reunion didn't get uncomfortable at all." Lucky said, clapping his hooves nervously together.
"We're all adults here." Max said, "Now then, Lucky, you wanna tell us about your travels?"
"Finally!" Lucky said, then immediately started recounting his very long winded tales.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Jan 29, 2017 14:59:42 GMT -5
Script’s face slowly dropped into his usual frown, the bottle of cider slipped into his bags. He had lost his taste for it. His eyes turned progressively chillier as Max kept talking and as she ended her spiel a part of him remarked idly how amusing it was that she spoke of his ignorance when all she did was assume about his intentions. Well, he certainly knew what his comment had cost him. They were not friends it seemed. Likely only comrades in the strictest sense.
He could appreciate her bluntness to a degree, though.
“I’ll keep my eyes and comments to myself, ma’am.”, he strained to keep his tone neutral.
Script bit down hard on any further comment. He would like nothing better than argue her points, but this was neither the time nor the place and she was his commanding officer, this would end in drama no matter what he said. The enchanter had known the moment the words left his mouth that it probably was a mistake. That it came to bite him in the back this harshly he had not expected, certainly not in such a venomous way. Perhaps he was reading too much into it, Max was a rather forceful personality much like himself. The only thing keeping him from snapping back was hierarchy and the fact that they were on a mission.
Even if this was a very informal setting.
He turned towards Lucky, intent to bury his anger and listen to the alchemist’s adventures. Script just prayed his face didn’t betray too much, that his frown was normal enough that no further questions came. He wasn’t sure he could shut up if she pressed the issue. He could really do without an argument creating even more bad blood between them.
He’d do his job as a soldier, for country and princess, the rest was unimportant. In the heat of danger he’d likely forget this whole thing even had happened. Though he would make utterly sure his mouth stayed shut next time.
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 29, 2017 17:25:21 GMT -5
As Lucky continued to talk, Fantasy felt something repeatedly knock into his leg before something kicked him, harshly.
There was a note on the floor, apparently somehow written by the alchemist as he was talking "She's challenging you, wants to see if you back down, I've seen this before." The note said in scrawled writing.
That... was a possibility. After all, Max Force wasn't looking to go out with some wimp who couldn't even bring himself to fight for her right? And Lucky did know his way around women... or one would assume he did. Either way, one thing was sure, now wasn't the time to make another move.
Another note slid down beneath him, "You need to catch her off guard."
Lucky finally finished recounting his adventures. The notes mysteriously disintegrating into dust as he did.
"Sounds pretty interesting Lucky." Max said, "You had your fill of adventures I see." Then she stood up, and walked around to a white board at one of the walls of the room.
"Alright, so we actually have a mission today. We're to go to Ironside Mountain and look into the old mining shafts to see the level of danger there. Apparently our superiors have been considering secretly mining some iron to make up for what we had to use in the war. With no griffons or dragons in the area, this should be pretty easy so long as it's discrete, so we're to assess the situation and if applicable, place a portal junction at one of the lower levels so we can transport miners and equipment between there and Equestria without being seen."
"Questions so far?"
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Post by Fantasy Script on Jan 30, 2017 10:14:41 GMT -5
Script wasn’t sure what was more amazing: the advice Lucky was giving him or the way he was doing it. The enchanter was, honestly, a bit flabbergasted now. The oddity of it certainly brightened his mood somewhat. It seemed sound enough, but honestly, if this was what dating was like, he understood why he had never managed to land a date. This was stupid complicated… and how was he supposed to catch her off guard? Arrange a dinner date in the middle of combat? That would certainly surprise him. Though that probably wasn’t what he meant. Maybe he could ask him later.
He mulled that over while Lucky continued his spiel about all the fun things he had done. Finally the alchemist wound down and Max started the briefing.
“Sounds simple enough in concept.” Script started slowly once he had a chance to mull the information over. “Go in, see if anything wants to kill us and report back… do we know anything about any creepy crawlies in the area? Anything we should be worried about?”
If there was anything extraordinary in the area he might be able to tweak some things on their equipment to make it survive against… well whatever really. And he was pretty sure Lucky could whip up something that would aid them should they need resistances of some sort. Or the ability to breathe underwater or something.
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Post by Red Charge on Feb 1, 2017 3:36:56 GMT -5
"Well, it's not as simple as that," Max Force said, "See, as you know, the Dragon Wars started when an entire brood of dragons was... well, for lack of better word killed by the griffons. Now, you're from the barrens Fantasy, so you probably know this, but death, especially that of magical creatures..." The unicorn trailed off for Fantasy to continue.
"Fauna Felicia's bestiary's 2nd Law of trapping, release of magical forces tend to attract magical creatures. In 400 to Celestia's Reign, Coalstone's addendum was recognized that any event of widespread release of ether, such as an accident, massacre or war will attract creatures in proportions to the magnitude of the disaster, of which usually..." Lucky said before Fantasy could react.
"Only the most violent, or most powerful creatures would remain to nest." Max force finished, "That's... impressive Lucky, didn't know you were so well read on the subject."
"You forget I come from the Neighroby University, Buff-Puff, two thirds of the most useful ingredients in Alchemy come from magical creatures."
The armored unicorn gave him a steely look, "Buff-Puff?" She asked.
"Well you're buffy and you're puffy, better than Max Force anyway, that sounds like you're about to challenge me to a Wrestlemania cage match and I'll have you know, my tail bone hasn't recovered from the last time I was in one of those."
Max Force bit her lip, either to stop herself from yelling at him or to stifle a laughter. "I got nothing. Look, point is, no one's entered the mountains since the Dragon Wars started that we know of. That means that if something was nesting in there, it's been undisturbed for a long time. Could be a whole brood of Unseen got in there far as we know. So we'll need to be sharp, there's no maps of the inside. Fantasy you can enchant us some automaps right?"
Any enchanter worth his weight knew what an automap was, a map that charts itself as you progress and always shows you where you are and where you are facing in it. The amount of lives this enchantment has saved is impossible to measure. Believed to be first made by Equiterians to plot their way through the thick jungles and savannahs of the Zebra Lands.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Feb 5, 2017 5:10:38 GMT -5
Script nodded along as Lucky took the answer. He likely wouldn’t have been able to give such a detailed answer anyways. While he knew this stuff in general he certainly wasn’t well read enough to give such a detailed reply. He almost chocked on his spit when Lucky called Max Buff-Puff. He coughed into his hoof, conveniently masking his laughter at her look.
He was almost sure Lucky Drops subscribed to the school of thought: If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with random.
Getting his windpipe back under control he actually considered the implications.
“Well, whatever is in there, if something’s in there, it won’t be pleased to see us.”
The automaps weren’t much of a problem. Is interest in Equiterian enchantments being what it was he had studied them in detail to see and try to isolate the traces of the old enchanting techniques. It had been a fun project and out north, with snowstorms and the like being common, automaps were a good way to navigate the white. He was reasonably sure he could produce decent pieces.
“Just gimme some decent material, shouldn’t take long to whip something up.”
One for each of them should be suffice… maybe he should see if he could enchant another set to act as a spare in case the originals got destroyed. He’d have to think of that. Never hurt to have some redundancy and if they really got attacked it was entirely likely that the maps got destroyed.
“Do we need to worry about gas pockets and the like? Might want to have something that filters air so we don’t get trouble breathing.”
He racked his brain and tried to think of anything else he knew about mines and the dangers therein.
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 6, 2017 7:12:01 GMT -5
"Good idea, there should be some gas masks around here somewhere." Max Force said, "Now, if you pardon me, nature calls."
Lucky immediately opened up shop, unfurling his alchemy kit on the table and getting straight to work. "Mufflers, scent removers, night vision cider... should also keep us warm..." He mumbled to himself as he started spreading more and more ingredients on the table.
"Hey sport, how you doing over there? Scared yet? I know I am. Might not be the best time to admit it but I may be a teensy weensy claustrophobic." The field alchemist admitted, "Especially in old, abandoned mines, that haven't been maintained in a thousand years or so... after they collapsed and killed a bunch of dragons... Yep...."
Of course, Lucky Drops did have a very valid points. While in those days things were built to last, going for a thousand years unchecked was never good for safety. Especially for a place known for collapsing on top of the heads of dragons.
"Hope at least one of the two of you is good with teleportation."
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Post by Fantasy Script on Mar 23, 2017 15:18:15 GMT -5
Lucky was certainly right to worry about their coming spelunking adventure. Old, neglected mines rarely made for safe and fun exploration ground. He watched the alchemist work and wondered if they would be alright.
“Let’s hope the mine is done collapsing. What hasn’t fallen in a thousand years might last long enough to see us through.”
He shrugged. Death was something that one faced every time one ventured out into the fields of snow and ice. A blizzard could come any second, a pack of wolfs might jump you. Heck, living close to the Everfree the ponies of Ponyville were used to constant danger as well. Equestria was a beautiful land, no arguments there, but it had teeth, well hidden, gleaming in the dark, but it certainly had them.
Script winced as Lucky’s question reached him.
“Don’t look at me. My teleportation stinks. Never really got the hang of it.”
Their adventure was certainly going to be interesting, that was for sure. As time was running the enchanter decided to get started on the automaps, no time like the present.
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Post by Red Charge on Apr 26, 2017 11:02:21 GMT -5
"Well I'm sure we'll manage, we're the dream team after all." Lucky said. It was rather incredible, but every time Fantasy Script turned his head to look at the alchemist, more and more filled potion flasks were lined up on his table. This guy wasn't kidding, he could brew fast. Was he trying to impress Max Force? He was acting kind of flirty before hmm...
"If my wife and kid could see me now, a well respected member of the Equestrian Forces, standing shoulder to shoulder with two virtuous ponies, fighting for the future of Equestria. Ah, if only... maybe next time I get the chance I'll try to let them know, somehow..."
"If we survive that is..." He said, "Just... please don't leave me there alone... if you have to ... you know, 'speed things up', do it... but don't leave me there alone in the dark. I don't want to be alone when I... you know..." He said, uncharacteristically gravely. He was holding a potion to his eyes, tar black in color and looking rather noxious. Poison?
Max Force returned moments later with a few gas masks equipped with headlights. "Should come in quite handy I think." The armored she-pony said, grinning. As soon as he heard her Lucky's expression immediately changed back to his regular happy self. Too fast.
"Buff-Puff got us covered." He said, smiling.
"Keep it up, see what happens." Max Force said ominously but with a hint of playfulness.
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