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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 1, 2013 12:40:41 GMT -5
Lucky Charm took a deep breath as he stepped off the airship that had carried him and the rest of the passengers up to Royal Rocks. This place was so high up that even Griffons and Pegasi didn't like to fly up unassisted, but the air was still warm. Probably the lack of cloud cover or something. Or maybe they kept it heated. Who knew? Well, obviously the Griffons knew, but he didn't. Maybe I'll find out while I'm here, he mused as he set off toward the city proper, looking around at the majestic edifices around the docks. You could really tell this was the royal city; even the skydocks had class.
Not that this was his first visit to Royal Rocks - in fact, it was his fourth - but he always stopped to admire the architecture and style of the city anyway because it was just that impressive. Eventually, though, he was disappointed to realize he'd already reached the central plaza and it was time to get to work finding a part-time job for his stay here. He could stay at the usual hotel, which was about the cheapest place they had in a city this nice.
There were four main reasons he had chosen to come to Royal Rocks now. First, he hadn't been here in two years and he always enjoyed his visits. The locals could get a bit full of themselves, but it was no worse than Canterlot. Second, he'd heard a rumor about a new temple on a nearby bay that had popped up out of nowhere one day. With old Equitarian ruins doing much the same in recent years, he smelled an opportunity for adventure, history and maybe some neat souvenirs too. Third, he really needed to get away from Equestria for a while. Everypony was obsessed with death lately. Granted, there was a war going on, but it was still really depressing. And fourth, the most important reason of all: Why not?
Now Lucky began his customary first attempt to find a part-time job or at least a decent way to bring in enough bits for a hotel room whenever he entered a new town: He started wandering around the most popular places and kept his eyes and ears open for anything that even implied "Help wanted." Or, alternately, "Classes in a cool new skill Lucky doesn't already know, sign up here." He wasn't picky.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 1, 2013 19:33:33 GMT -5
Lucky Charm found that the Royal Rocks he remembered from two years ago was gone; since the civil war that ravaged the city months ago, the city was abuzz with new constructions and new hope. Though many of the places he would remember were still very much the same, albeit quickly cleaned and repaired, there was still something different about the place – a fresh coat of paint in some places and off-color mends to stone structures which were like scars on the body diminished its once glistening facade. The griffons of Royal Rocks were different as well, tenser, with apprehensive optimism. The military junta comprised of the fleet Admirals and Stygg Whitefeather, the de facto ruler of Royal Rocks, was still in its infancy and with the constant concerns that the corruption of the old regime was still lurking made for a populace that was suspicious and tense. But, as the griffons were wont to do, they remained stoic and focused themselves on rebuilding themselves. They already had made great strides towards this effort.
Lucky Charm would find that simple jobs were plentiful, everybird needed something done – clean this, fix that, etc… however, despite this need, there was an eye of suspicion looked upon ponies. Despite the attempts to reconcile the two nations, the typical griffon in the street was wary of pony intentions. Loci, the adviser of the King and focal point for the terrible cancer of corruption that riddled the government, had damaged relations to unprecedented levels and those equines not in Equestria assisting with the Diamond Dog problem were viewed as opportunistic leeches. Good ponies, like good griffons, were there in their respective nations to assist with what troubles befell them, not trying to find wealth in far-away lands. Some misguided griffons even blamed ponies for the troubles that had befallen them, refusing to believe griffons would be swayed by Loci’s silver beak – clearly, ponies must have had a hoof in it. And certain ponies weren't helping sway that sentiment.
Beside a skybridge from the central plaza, which connected two districts over a deep crevasse, was a small airship surrounded by griffons whom looked on with a passing curiosity or suspicious reservation. The two unicorns, with their straw hats and striped shirts, on the deck of the ship were making quite a spectacle of themselves as they hawked some snakeoil tonic. ‘Fly faster – stronger – break the barrier between land and sky! And look good doing it!’ A flashy sign above the two unicorn salesponies displayed. ‘World Famous Flim Flam Brother: Traveling Salesponies Nonpareil.’
“You there, you there!” Exclaimed the mustachioed pony, pointing his hoof to two griffons in the audience. “Fly up here and take a taste of Flim and Flam’s patented flight tonic! Made from the very best! We guarantee it, isn’t that right brother Flim?”
“If you’re not completely satisfied with Flim and Flam’s patented flight tonic we’ll refund your bits, no questions asked!” The other unicorn said in reply, juggling three bottles of their golden ichor, “10 bits a bottle – best 10 bits you’ve ever spent!”
The griffons weren’t buying their wares; in fact, the crowd was beginning to thin out as the cat-birds begun to move on. The two unicorns were clearly growing desperate, glancing to each other as they fanned their boater hats in the air. They stopped their act for a moment and huddled together, whispering and glancing back at the few griffons who were still watching. Flam’s eyes would catch a certain green Pegasus in the distance. They finished their whispering and exploded back to the front stage with renewed vigor.
“Perhaps a test!” Said Flim, holding up a bottle of their patented tonic.
“A demonstration!” Said Flam, “You there, the lime Pegasus!” Pointing over the thinned crowd to Lucky Charm. “Care to show these fine feathered fellows what ponies already know about Flim and Flam’s famous flight tonic!?”
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 1, 2013 21:14:00 GMT -5
Lucky Charm was, in general, an optimistic pony. He didn't let misfortune get him down, he just got back on the track and kept on running; even if he came in last, he could say he finished the race with pride. But after the seventh Griffon ostensibly looking for any able-bodied worker turned him away with a look that could curdle milk he had to admit his good mood was starting to sour. At least this one didn't give him a speech.
Oh, so I should be back in Equestria, should I? He thought sullenly. Doing what, getting myself killed trying to fight a war when I'm not a soldier? All I want to do is what I've always done. What's the matter with everygriffon? He was pretty sure 'everygriffon' wasn't actually a word, but the point remained. So what if he wasn't helping in Equestria? He was trying to help here. Help for a few bits, sure, but it was called a job for a reason.
His thoughts continued in this general, rambling vein for several minutes until something caught his attention and shook him out of his funk. A pair of Unicorns were calling at the top of their voices about some kind of flight tonic. That, to Lucky, made no sense. Griffons could already fly, everypony knew that. Why would they need a flight tonic? Or was it supposed to improve flight? Nope, still didn't make sense. Maybe it was magic. But something else nagged at him. Flim and Flam... Where have I heard those names before?
His thoughts were interrupted as one of the brothers - Flim, he thought - called out to him. Caught completely off-guard, Lucky's intelligent response was to point blankly at himself and answer "Me?" Considering there was a general deficiency in lime-colored Pegasi in the plaza he decided he didn't need an answer for that. He paused, scratching his forehead a bit with the tip of his hoof. "Uh, what do ponies know about it?"
He could feel recognition just beneath the surface of his mind, like a bubble struggling to rise through murky water. A story he'd heard, something that happened while he was out... His brow furrowed as he tried to recall the details, but while he normally had a practically encyclopaedic memory for stories this one seemed strangely elusive. Maybe he'd been thinking about something else when he heard it? This was going to bother him all day if he didn't figure it out.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 1, 2013 22:11:54 GMT -5
“Is there another lime-coated pony out there?” Said Flim slyly, fluttering his brow up and down. “Step on up here and take a taste. Show these fine folks what all of Cloudsdale is abuzz about – how Flim and Flam’s famous flight tonic has revolutionized flying in Equestria. From the Wonderbolts to the Princesses own guards. What it can do for pegasi, it can do for griffons.”
“Yes,” Flam chimed in, “Faster, stronger, better fliers all around. Just one sip is all it takes and you’re hooked.” He said with a grin, “Isn’t that right?”
The few griffons in the audience started to look toward Lucky Charm, waiting for the pony to verify the outlandish claims by the two unicorn brothers. This new attention had also begun to bring a few more curious griffons, some who were originally leaving the scene. The slowly started to surround Lucky Charm, murmuring to each other in indistinguishable whispers – few were just loud enough to vocalize their suspicion Lucky Charm was an audience plant.
“First bottle is on us, our limey friend – these scaredy-cat griffons are too timid to try our wondrous elixir but I have a feeling you’re not!” Stated Flam, “What do you say, everygriffon? If this Pegasus is willing to try Flim and Flam’s famous flight tonic, will you give it a try too?”
The griffons mumbled, reluctantly suggesting they may try a bottle if the brother’s could prove their outlandish claims that the tonic would imbue them with. Both the brothers shot Lucky Charm a wide smile, holding up a bottle each in their hooves.
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 1, 2013 22:47:47 GMT -5
"So that is a word," Lucky mumbled to himself at the mention of 'everygriffon.' "Learn something new every day." At the looks this apparent non-sequitur garnered him the Pegasus blushed a bit and added "Sorry, unrelated." He was starting to feel a little nervous with all the Griffons staring at him. He really wasn't used to being the center of attention, especially in a big city. Well, there was that time in Fillydelphia, but this time he wasn't covered in caramel and there were no giant centipedes around. So it would probably end better.
"Y'know," he remarked thoughtfully as the two brothers finished their sales pitch, "I have heard your names before." Their expressions visibly brightened at that, but he wasn't sure if they were actually smiling broader or just covering up more nervous sweats. "I can't remember where for the life of me," he continued, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "but I don't think I remember any miracle flight tonic mentioned. In fact I've never heard of that in Canterlot, Cloudsdale, Fillydelphia, San Palomino, Los Pegasus, Manehattan, Hoofington, Appleloosa or practically any other place I've ever been to, ever."
He seemed to consider this for a few more seconds, then shrugged and smiled brightly. "Guess it must be new!" This was obviously an exciting prospect to him, and he snatched the bottle from their hooves. "Well, never let it be said Lucky Charm is afraid of trying something new!" And with that he pulled the cork out with his teeth, spat it off to the corner of the stage and took a nice, long swig of the obvious scam drink.
What? He wasn't stupid. He just really wanted to see where they were going with this.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 1, 2013 23:23:29 GMT -5
Both the brothers held their breath, nervous sweat forming upon their brow and smiling awkwardly with shifty eyes. They appeared as if they were ready to bolt at the drop of their straw hats as Lucky tried to recount where he heard their names before. They even appeared more antsy and ready to bolt as the stallion failed to acknowledge the existence of this miracle tonic. But they both quickly sighed in relief as the Pegasus suggested it must be new.
“Yes! New, new and even improved – Can’t believe we failed to mention that, can you, brother?” Asked Flam of his brother, Flim. Flim responded in kind, slapping a bright red ‘NEW’ sticker on the advertising board behind them.
Lucky would find the drink sickeningly sweet, so much so that it would feel like his teeth were screaming out for mercy from the pain while his tongue lost all ability to taste anything else, except for the exceptionally bitter after-taste. Not surprisingly the shyster brothers would hawk something that was essentially sugar water, food coloring, and whatever else they could dilute in a vat, to a bunch of griffons – a griffons sense of taste and smell were not nearly as keen as a pony. To a griffon, they’d likely not notice the horrid flavor, may even find it pleasant. One thing for sure, it felt addictive. Even after only a few short moments, something inside Lucky was compelling him to take another swig – even against his better judgment. Then an unusual jitteriness began to rear its head.
The two brother’s flanked the Pegasus, “How do you feel, imagine like you’re ready to fly like you’ve never flown before!? Just bursting with the power of a missile?” Asked Flam, while Flim subtly leaned in close to Lucky’s ear, ”Just play along and I’ll throw in a sack of bits.” He whispered, then turning back to the crowd. “What say you, folks, ready to see our friend here break a mach or two?” The salespony’s question was met with a round of soft applause from the crowd huddled before them.
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 2, 2013 0:20:37 GMT -5
Lucky could just barely hear a word that Flim (or Flam) said after he drank the stuff. The ringing in his ears made it hard to hear much of anything, really. And the ground shaking didn't help - or was that him vibrating? He finished off the bottle. Okay, yeah, he was definitely shaking now. Either that or the earthquake ought to have collapsed half the city by now. But that didn't matter just then. What mattered was that he needed to move just then, preferably at very high speeds, and he saw one unoccupied direction: Up.
The Pegasus zoomed up like a rocket shot out of a cannon and filled with sugar (like he was) and looped around in the sky for what felt like hours (but was probably about a minute) at insane speeds. He hadn't gone this fast since he was running from that manticore swarm. Eventually he came to a halt, hovering above the crowd and the peddlers, took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his voice: "WOW! That was a LOT of sugar!"
Apparently oblivious to how the air froze below him, the lime-green Pegasus rambled on, driven by a severe sugar high. "I mean seriously, I think I can feel the cavities forming! That feels really weird. Do Griffons have teeth? I never checked. I am sooo hyper right now! I haven't felt this hyper since the time I found a great, big gem in an Equitarian ruin outside Ponyville and sold it to the pretty mare at the boutique (no seriously, she was gorgeous) for a boatload of bits and I went and spent them all at Sugarcube Corner on cakes and sweets and ice cream and-"
The bubble burst. Only the way he was right now it was more like a bomb, going off with a flash and bang in his head that lit up the inside of his head with inspiration. Or something. He gasped - a long, loud breath that stretched way beyond what could reasonably be called a gasp because at this point he was milking it. "THAT'S where I remember you from! I remember now because I was supersugarhigh just then and Pinkie Pie - she works at the sweet place and she knows everypony, even me even though I'm barely there - told me all about how while I was out a pair of Unicorns named Flim and Flam-" He pointed down at the brothers, probably in the wrong order. "-came to town with a big machine called the SuperCiderSomethingSomething that was supposed to squeeze out cider reallyreallyfast but they got in a contest about it and they were real jerks about winning and the cider was terrible so everypony kicked them out only I was SOOO supersugarhigh that I could barely hear her kind of like I can't hear you now why are you waving like that?"
He wasn't sure just how much the Griffons heard of that - he wasn't faking that sugar high, he really could not stop talking faster than a chipmunk soaked in caffeine. Judging by the expressions on most of the crowd's birdy faces, though, it was enough not to be happy. "Wow, my head is ringing, I think I had too much sugar, how do you cram that much sugar into it anyway? I think if you filled the whole bottle with sugar and just let me drink that I wouldn't be NEARLY this hyper and you know I hear if you put too much of that stuff it can be really bad for you and not just your teeth but I forget how else does it do weird things to your brain? I hear lots of stuff does weird stuff to your brain if you eat too much of it and-"
And that was when the other bubble burst. He was lucky he wasn't too high up just then, because he stopped in mid-ramble and fell over forward onto his face. He must have burned more sugar than he thought in all that flying; he felt like he'd just raced the Wonderbolts around Equestria. "Wooouuuhh," he said articulately through the faceful of ground. "Sugar crash... Gimme a minnn..." He wasn't sure if he wanted to fall asleep or drink more sugar, but enough of his brain was still working that he doubted he'd have either option, judging by the way everygriffon was glowering.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 3, 2013 9:15:38 GMT -5
With the equine faceplant into the center of the crowd of griffons, Flim and Flam realized the jig was up. Griffons weren’t so easy to forgive being hawked sugared swill by a duo of horned hoofed brothers, made all too apparent by the daggers they stared at the two on stage. Hot under the collar, Flim and Flam nervously smiled at each other, tipped their hats to the crowd as they performed an awkward step dance as a curtain formed from magic unfurled in front of the stage. The brothers’ airship suddenly screeched to life, spewing out a choking cloud of black exhaust directly into the crowd. The fits of coughing it spurred in the griffons was just disruptive enough to give Flim and Flam enough time to make a hasty retreat from Royal Rocks.
With the show over, the crowd begun to disperse, ignoring the collapsed pony still stirring in the fits of sugar induced shock, that is except for one griffon. “Are you going to be ok?” A Osprey-panther mix asked. He appeared bureaucratic, with a sash across his chest denoting political office. “I can fetch a doctor, if you like? You did quite a face plant.”
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 3, 2013 9:44:21 GMT -5
Just as Lucky was trying again to get up, the air seemed to spontaneously fill with smoke and noise and more smoke. He couldn't really tell the difference so well at the moment. But he could tell he was choking, and that there were a lot of other, birdier choking noises in the air/smoke around him. When the smog finally cleared and he could see the ground in front of his face, he took a deep breath, rolled over and groaned. "The light," he muttered. "It's so loud..." He would never, ever eat that much sugar again. Granted, he'd made that oath once before, but he'd never broken it on purpose.
A voice nearby forced him to open his eyes and look at the speaker. A Griffon - very nice plumeage, he thought - was gazing down at him with concern. He only caught the latter part of the question, but it was enough. "Doctor?" He repeated, trying to seem like he was laughing it off and not experiencing small supernovas in his head every time he moved it. He tried again to get up, pushing himself onto his hooves. "Nah, don't worry about me. I've taken way worse spills than-"
And just like that, his hooves gave out and he fell over again. And again, right on his face. "...Is it too late to strike that from the record?" He asked through a mouthful of pavement. "I'd like that doctor now."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 4, 2013 11:18:05 GMT -5
The osprey-griffon rolled his eyes as the silly pony faceplanted once more, their muzzle meeting the cobblestone path with all the grace of a collapsed sack of potatoes. He never would have guessed ponies were so susceptible to sugary water, considering their love of sweets, he figured they would have some sort of natural tolerance.
"Come with me-" The griffon said with a sigh as his talon snatched at the pony's vest, right below his withers. The griffon lifted him up with the help of his wings, staying in a low-hover with the clear intention that he wanted the pony to least attempt to use their legs for support. He wasn't a very big griffon and lifting a pony with one talon wasn't exactly easy for him - the work of a bureaucrat rarely called for pony weight lifting. "Hospital isn't far but you're going to have to help me here." He had said, grunting as he tugged the pony along. "Amazing you haven't slipped into a diabetic coma; I tried those brothers's brand of swill back in Trottingham, swore I went blind for an hour and had an insatiable itch for more. Glad someone was able to spook them off before any more griffons got addicted - would have done it myself, but no one ever listens to me." He explained, a tone of defeatism in his voice, "So what's your name, pony? I'm Shoal, of the Whitecaps, but you can just call me Shoal."
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 4, 2013 11:41:01 GMT -5
Lucky was able, after a couple of false starts, to find his footing and walk on with the Griffon's help. He was still kind of dizzy, but at least he could see straight now. Mostly. Was it that bright out before he drank the stuff? Or was his headache just making it seem brighter so as to hurt his eyes more? Wait. That made no sense. Oh, whatever.
It was at that point that Shoal decided to introduce himself, and Lucky responded in kind. "Lucky Charm," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "Though I don't feel too lucky right now. Thanks for your help, by the way. Don't know that I would've found the hospital by myself, even when I did manage to get my hooves back under me." He'd been there once before, on his second visit to Royal Rocks. A friend of his caught something and he'd stopped by to visit her. That said, he could just barely remember where it was before he sugar crashed. "So why wouldn't anygriffon listen to you? You seem like a great guy."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 7, 2013 20:09:44 GMT -5
"Well feel lucky enough that you only had a little of that swill, Lucky Charm." Shoal mentioned, harking back to his experience with that tonic in Trottingham. "Oh, it's a long and boring story, but it's why I work in lowly Trottingham and not in the prestigious Royal Rocks. Then there was that Hippocampi incident..." Shoal's voice trailed at the end. "Let's just get you to the hospital."
The hospital wasn't far from the city center, just far enough for the two to get some curious stares and laughs at the pony's dragging misfortune. Once there, they were quickly lead to the pony-wing in a wheelchair by a nurse, thus avoiding the waiting room grind - a benefit of being dragged in by a officer of the Kingdom. Since the attack, much of the hospital had been retrofitted for the increased intake of injured griffons, while ponies were left with what little space that could be spared, so into a back section of the hospital Lucky was wheeled. Past wards of injured griffons still recovering, there were signs that the hospital was starting to just return to normal operations, however, anything pony related was clearly a last priority.
Inside the pony ward, it felt empty, examination rooms were entirely dark and the few signs of activity were either from nurses or one of two ponies resting in a single room together. The nurse wheeled Lucky into one of the examination rooms, leaving Shoal to wait in the hall. There, she helped Lucky up onto an examination gurney, took some vitals and asked questions as to the nature of his sickness - those Lucky was too loopy to answer, Shoal would chime in from the hall. After a few minutes, the nurse left, saying the doctor would be in shortly - snickering on her way out.
A few moments later, an older male griffon walked into the room, holding a clipboard tucked under a talon. He looked to be a mix of some sort of brown-feathered harrier and a clouded leopard. He seemingly ignored Lucky at first, mumbling incoherently about something or another and absently telling Lucky to hop on the examination gurney, which he was already upon, before he turned his attention to the sick pony. "Ah, there, yes. That was quick." He slipped a set of spectacles over his eyes, which hung loosely from the bridge of his beak and flipped through the papers on the clipboard. "Lucky Streak, was it?"
"Charm." Shoal chimed in from the hall through the open door. The doctor griffon used his tail to slam the door shut.
"Right, doesn't matter. So, you drank something and now feeling icky? That wasn't very smart of you, was it? Thought you ponies were suppose to be the smart ones." He chuckled to himself. "Or is that just unicorns? Alright, we can fix this - go over your symptoms again." The griffon turned away, back to some shelves and started to take down various bottles of unknown liquids. He was soon mixing a few together in a separate cup, they smell they produced choked the air with an acrid, pungent odor.
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 8, 2013 4:19:14 GMT -5
"Uh, symptoms, right," Lucky was still feeling kind of out of it - the sugar crash was still dragging him down - but he felt well enough to answer the question. "Lessee, I'm really tired, sugar crash, I've got kind of a headache, face hurts where it hit the pavement, lights are too loud, sounds are too bright, my left front hoof is asleep, got a bit of a krick in my neck, my sinuses itch a little and I'm hungry." He sneezed loudly. "...Scratch the sinuses."
He wasn't sure if any of this was related to the stuff he drank, seeing as there was a lot of dust in the air outside, he hadn't eaten since breakfast and he'd had that krick in his neck all day which was really starting to drive him crazy, but as long as he was at the doctor's he might as well be thorough.
...Okay, even half-awake that made no sense. Maybe he should've stuck to the relevant facts? Eh, too late now. Besides, the doc was a professional, he could tell important stuff from details. Even if he was a little absent-minded. And seemed to be only half paying attention. On second thoughts, maybe he should've waited this whole thing out.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 8, 2013 18:26:56 GMT -5
The griffon nodded as Lucky rattled off his symptoms, occasionally responding with a simple, "Uh-huh." or "Interesting.", as he continued to mix a slew of liquids from medicinal bottles. The doctor was clearly going out of his way to show he had absolutely no desire to be here, like Lucky's problems were somehow inconveniencing him. "Alright, here, drink this." The griffon turned, a glass of some foul looking black liquid contained within, approached, and without a warning, grabbed Lucky's muzzle. "Don't fight it-" The griffon was strong and forced Lucky's muzzle open as he poured the mixture down his gullet. It tasted like herbs left in a night-old campfire and when the glass was emptied, the doctor shut Lucky's muzzle closed, forcing him to swallow.
"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He said, releasing Lucky from his taloned grip. "If you don't throw that up and are still alive in thirty minutes, you'll be fine. Now if that's all, I left a few painkillers on the counter, and you can leave once you're feeling better." With that last reassurance, the doctor left.
Shoal peeked into the room, curiously looking around. "I thought I heard a struggle, everything ok? Feeling better?" He asked, stepping inside. "Once you're not so loopy, perhaps I could ask something from you?"
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Post by Lucky Charm on Oct 8, 2013 18:46:07 GMT -5
"Wait, what was that about still-" But the doctor was already gone, and frankly he hadn't been paying attention while he was there. "...His bedside manner stinks." In Lucky's experience most non-magical medicines took a while to take effect fully, but poisons started showing almost immediately. He'd probably know in a minute or two whether he was going to suffer a horrible, agonizing death or just grab the painkillers and get.
The much more personable griffon Shoal came in around that point, for which Lucky was glad. He made good company. "Yeah, I think the worst of it has passed," he answered, shaking his head. "Don't know if that's the stuff he gave me or I'm just getting better. Still feeling kinda sleepy, but I can hear birds singing without a migraine, so I guess the rest will pass."
He stretched out a bit, rubbing his head. He did still have a bit of a headache, but it would probably recede before he needed the painkillers or symptoms of severe poisoning showed up. "Go ahead and ask me anything; I'm an open book. Granted, most of it's about somepony else, but still." He grinned jokingly. He loved to talk, and besides he owed Shoal for getting him here, even if the trip had probably done more to help him than the doctor.
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