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Post by Fantasy Script on May 14, 2017 7:24:45 GMT -5
The steady work took Script’s mind off of potential dangers and pitfalls. Just puttering along preparing what he could was soothing in a way. It also amused him greatly to see the growing stack of potions. Like stop motion, every time his looked up he could count another potion, another concoction another vile creation that did Princess knew what.
Lucky sure was something else.
Idly he wondered what Lucky’s game was. Did he want to impress Max? Was he flirting? Then again, Lucky was always a flirty, cozy sort of fellow. Back when they’d met he had been good with the mares as well. Some almost ate out of his hoof. Whether he was just being himself, or actively pursuing Max, something that sounded entirely odd, as hung up on his wife and kid as he was, Script certainly didn’t mind overly much. He was interested in Max, though after her little tantrum, his affection had certainly cooled. The enchanter wouldn’t begrudge Lucky his chance with the feisty Slayer.
The enchantment nearly blew up in his face when he heard Lucky’s request though.
He didn’t have time to give Lucky an answer, though it might have shocked the alchemist to hear his thoughts on the matter.
‘I won’t leave you in the dark Lucky. Either we get out of this alive together, or we go down together.’
The alchemist was his only friend. The only pony he hadn’t shoved away yet. He’d rather die at his side than leave him behind. He would not witness another death of a friend. Not while he still drew breath.
He kept his thoughts to himself as Max entered. The steady frown on his face hid the grim ruminations. The enchanter pushed them back into the darker corners of his mind. This was not the time to ponder death.
“Nice, that’ll make it a lot easier.” Script gave a nod to the gasmasks. One less thing to worry about.
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Post by Red Charge on May 15, 2017 11:01:47 GMT -5
And not even an hour later, Fantasy found himself climbing, invisible, up a nearly vertical mountainside, with the most unfortunate view of Lucky Drops that he could have. Of course, he had to be beneath the alchemist, someone had to catch him if he fell and Harmony knows Buff-Puff isn't going to be the one. Of course it also meant that every time Lucky slipped, or placed his hoof on a bad ledge, he slid right back into Fantasy's face... in the most unfortunate way.
"Sorry about that," Lucky said after the umpteenth time this happened, "Honestly, I feel like I should have taken you on a date first. Ah no worries, we'll do that after, eh? Eh?"
"Shut up Lucky." Max Force snarled at him. "There's the entrance, flipping flying cat jerks with they're stupid flying superiority complex." She ranted, getting herself up to the ledge and then, when Lucky was failing to pull himself up, grabbing and tossing him up. Fantasy got no such courtesy however. She was now standing in a small landing pad area with old, broken tracks leading into a very unstable looking mine shaft, the inside of which was so dark that it might as well have been pitch black.
Once all three were up on the ledge the mare signaled them to put on their gas masks. "I feel like a post apocalyptic wanderer." Lucky said, accurately describing the way he looked under the cloak, hood and mask. "Well that's half of my potions down the waste, how are we going to drink anything with these on?"
"I swear you will be the end of me you stupid alchemist." Max groaned, "We'll just have to deal. Now look, it's very important that we get as close as we can to the bottom before we open the portal junction, otherwise any airship flying over here would be able to detect the magic. So you two better be ready for... whatever."
The female unicorn lifted her mask to take one last long and deep breath of fresh air, before putting it back on and leading the way into the darkness.
As soon as they were dissolved into the tar black surroundings, intricate symbols on Max Force's armor began to glow in deep indigo. "So you don't lose me." She noted.
Lucky mentioned he was claustrophobic, but it was hardly evident, really, well... besides the fact he was squished up so tight against Fantasy that if the enchanter merely turned his head he'd bump snouts with him, and the shaking, and the sweating and the uncharacteristic silence.
And yet he was still there, facing what seemed to be his greatest fear without complaints, all for the sake of making his family proud and not bailing out on his new companions. Also maybe because he figured there might be some super rare potion ingredients here. Maybe. Probably. Who knows?
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Post by Fantasy Script on May 16, 2017 6:43:06 GMT -5
The climb wasn’t easy. Lugging his heavy body, armor, supplies, sword and all up the steep cliff face was not exactly his idea of a fun afternoon. The fact that he had Lucky’s backside basically pressed to his face helped little in the matter. Handsome stallion that Lucky was, Script could do well without the prime front row view of his plot. On the other hoof he was happy to be able to catch the alchemist who seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the mountain climb. The fact the enchanter didn’t need to worry about Lucky dropping off below him and falling to his death eased his mind.
Pros and cons, ups and downs. The usual.
He’d take Lucky up on the offer though; the alchemist could pay for a decent meal after all this was through.
Tuning out Max Force’s ranting Script took a moment to survey the area, getting a good look at the surrounding cliffs and appreciating the way they had come up. That had been one climb. He slipped his gasmask on his and frown deeped under the material as the filtered strangely smelling air hit his nostrils. Better than suffocating slash dying thanks to some sort of gas bubble, he thought.
“And me your faithful companion Ponymeat the raider?” Script snarked.
Following command the enchanter prepared for… whatever. He stared into the pitch blackness, thankful for the lights affixed to the masks, keeping his horn and magic free to do, well, whatever. The glow of Max’s runes helped as well. Would make her a splendid target as well, but that might be the entire point.
With Lucky Drops firmly pressed to his side he followed their commander into the unknown. Script could feel the nervousness rolling off of his friend and he pressed against the other stallion gently.
“Easy buddy. We’ll make it, and get you some rare cave mushroom or something to play with.”
The darker colored unicorn was quite impressed with his friend. To face his phobias like this… Script didn’t know if he could do so as well. After all that had happened he had left his childhood home and never looked back again. To return to the house he had grown up in and lost everything in… he wasn’t sure whether he could take it. He wasn’t even sure whether he’d ever return to the frozen north.
Maybe. Maybe not.
He shook himself slightly, this was not the time to do wool gathering. He tried to keep his ears open and his eyes alert. The all consuming darkness was threatening enough, their lights threw shadows on the wall and gave this all a feel of a horror novel.
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Post by Red Charge on May 16, 2017 14:51:10 GMT -5
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