FoE PnP Group 4 Session 27

<uSea_a_GM> **FoE PnP Group 4 Session 27**
* uSea_a_GM gives voice to AtomBell Milia Specter
<uSea_a_GM> 'Abort code confirmed.'
<uSea_a_GM> Thanks to our heroes the Lunar Finale has been stopped in its tracks saving many zebra towns that had sprung up amidst their ruined cities. But the danger was not gone... simply postponed. A 4 hour grace period was now counting down until the Finale would try to pick up where it left off. Presumably entering the code again would reset the counter but it needed somepony to be there to make it happen.
<uSea_a_GM> Another pressing concern is the slaver camp outside. A small group had managed to get inside but were defeated by our heroes who captured an albino unicorn named Ghost in the process. With her horn broken and useless, the unconscious Ghost had been hogtied and left on the floor.
<uSea_a_GM> Meanwhile Prefect, who had been acting as a local guide for Artifica, Milia, and Cerberus, headed upstairs in search of radio equipment so they could call for help. This section of Equestria had been isolated before the day of Sunshine and Rainbows and the farms and local towns still formed a tight-knit community. Prefect was certain that they could rally a force to drive the slavers back.
<uSea_a_GM> We return to our mare-pile of heroes (with the ex-slaver Short Stop looking on to store mental images for later enjoyment) just as their captive regains consciousness.
* Chor is now known as Princess_Luna
* Princess_Luna is now known as Chor
* Cerberus tries to stay away from the prisoner; she still seems to be in a bad mood and you don't want to approach a hellhound in a bas mood
<uSea_a_GM> Ghost groans and tries to curl up but is unable to thanks to Spectre's bindings. She stares up at the party for a moment before unceremoniously shuffling backwards into one of the corners where the wall meets a bank of consoles. It's clear that she's terrified.
* Specter is giving backrubs to her new zebra pal and her marefriend
* Arcane_Sleeping[A] is now known as Arcane_Scroll[A]
* Cerberus takes a look at ghost and sighs, noticing that no one seems to be willingto talk to her, so she trots next to her
* AtomBell is getting a back rub, having been dozing slightly while considering what to do about the injuries to their littlest... only.... captive.
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* Cerberus "rise and shine, little slaver... if i was you, i'd not panic that bad, mostly because it's not going to change the slightest about your situation, but hey, you're still alive and this is good, right?"
<uSea_a_GM> "No... nonono," she stammers, shrinking as far from Cerberus as she can.
* Cerberus tilts her head, frowning "no? it's not good? why?"
* Specter frowns "Calm down. If we were going to do anything to you we would have. And don't push me, filly, you set my marefriend on fire."
<AtomBell> "Which ahm deed neet aaal that angry abyeut," Atom says softly to Spec
* Specter nuzzles Atom "It's the principle of the matter!"
<AtomBell> "The principle iv the mattor is," Atom nibbles Specter's ear, "Ah shud tek a lyeuk at hor injuries befawa wuh dee owt else."
<uSea_a_GM> “No! Keep away!” Sparks travel up her shattered horn but the spell collapses in on itself, causing instant burnout. She screams in pain and her body begins to shake. Shes gone into shock.
* Specter sighs and nods "You probably ought to while she's out..." She stares at the filly
* Cerberus "ah... the point is that we don't want her to heal the horn at the moment, we want her to talk, though"
* Cerberus and i am no doctor but she doesn't seem to be that lively
<Specter> "Berry, the horn's gone. Maybe with proper supplies and surgery it could be repaired, but I only see one surgeon here, and no real supplies."
* AtomBell winces, "That's probably abyeut the last thin she gan dee wi' hor horn at the ma.  Eftor perform 'any magic whatsoivvor."
* AtomBell clamps her mouth back shut after Spec says exactly what she was about to. (redact the previous)
* AtomBell nods in agreement, untangling from her marefriend she slides towards Berry, "Ahm neet dumb enough tuh fix hor magic Berry, but I'd fair she neet suffor."
<AtomBell> "More then needed."
* Cerberus "well then, just do your mumbo jumbo while i go upstari and help prefect, okay?"
* Cerberus not getting any reply, the foal trots upstair, looking for their guide
* AtomBell shrugs
* Artifica frowns walking over to Ghost and looking the girl over, trying to see if she is in an immediate danger.  Having been set on fire did not engender a good bedside manner.  But she didn't want a captive to die in their custody either.
* Artifica pauses, eyes widening.  She looks to Specter curiously.  "Marefriend?"
* Specter just chills with Milia
* AtomBell turns slightly towards ghost, shoving her glasses back up on her face.  The pegasus is quite a sight what with the blackened and burned lab coat and mane.  Artifica was on the case though; Atom nodded approvingly
<AtomBell> "Aye."
* Specter smiles
* Milia is chilling with Spectre apparently let her player catch up, she just got back!
* Cerberus wanters in the upper floor, looking for prefect
<uSea_a_GM> Cerberus finds that the dome upstairs contains various consoles and equipment for scanning (mostly pointed out to sea) and for communications and radio transmission. She spots Prefect talking into a microphone, trying to talk to somepony called Wavelength.
* Milia was, tually, in a back rub induced trance. Stupid sexy massages. "Hnnggggggffff...." the zebra whimpers pathetically, snapping out of it long after she probably should have. "*SNRK!* Huh?...Wha?...Did we win?...What day is it?..." she mutters, lazily.
<Milia> ((actually*))
* Artifica snickers at Milia a little.
* AtomBell smirks.  Specter rubs easily hypnotize even the strong minded.
* Specter smiles and pats Milia's back
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* Cerberus sits there and listens to the conversation, bercause little fillies are just meddling like that
* Milia does that thing that dogs do where they know you're about to scratch their back right where they like it the mose and so they tense their back up and get really still. She's like a statue as Spectre moves to pat her back.
<Milia> ((the most*  omg stop typoing stupid me))
* Specter starts chuckling and gives her friend a hug
* Milia laughs and falls into the hug. "This is by far the weirdest after combat cooldown I've ever been a part of."
* Milia shifts her gaze over to their hostage.
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect appears to be losing. "Yes... yes, I know, I haven't visited for a long time but I really need to speak to your father. What? No, it's important. Look, lives could be at stake!" And so on like that.
<Specter> "It's the first 'combat cooldown' you've been in around me." She glances at the filly again, frowning slightly
<AtomBell> "Neet the worst though?"
* Cerberus trots next to prefect "ah... is something wrong may i help?"
* AtomBell hasn't moved from Berry's earlier position, just in case Artifica needs her.
* Milia looks over to Atom and sticks her tongue out. "Approaching the best!" she beams.
<Specter> "Oh? And what would 'the best' involve?"
* Milia chuckles at Spectre. "A lot more booze, and a lot less slavers. And smoking. Lots of smoking."
* Specter laughs "Sounds about right."
* Milia peers out towards the main entrance. "But mostly the 'less slavers' part...and along with it less slaves..."
* Specter nods
* Milia perks up. "Oh! And ice cream. Ice cream sundaes would be AWESOME."
<Specter> "Mmmm, ice cream..."
* AtomBell slowly moves towards Artifica and Ghost, "How is she?"
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect trys to play cool and pantomimes a flapping mouth at Cerberus but he quickly loses his temper. "No I do not want to listen to a song you wrote! If you don't put me on to your father right now I'll-- oh hello Mr. Blackthorn." He quickly adopts the face of someone who had just yelled at an important person over the phone. After appologising several times he goes on to explain their situation. It's kinda boring for a foal.
* Milia trots over and glowers at Ghost. "Yes, how /is/ she?" she snaps, her demeanor shifting dramatically as she not-so-subtlely addresses the captive pony.
<AtomBell> "Milia...."
* Milia shoots a frustrated look at Atom. "I'm not about to coddle her just because she isn't trying to blow us the fuck up or set us all on fire right now. What she did, what she's been a part of...that hasn't changed. Until she proves she's different she's not get a lick of damn sympathy from me."
<Milia> ((getting* URGH))
* Cerberus sighs, it was more fun when prefect was trying to get the boss, now it is just boring...
* Artifica looks back to AtomBell.  "Doctor?  Do you have any painkillers?"
<AtomBell> "Lyeuk, she set me on fire an' if ah gan keep a civil tongue in me heed see gan yee."
* Artifica frowns.  "She set me on fire too.  She's not my favorite pony.  Still, do we have any painkillers?"
* AtomBell shakes her head, "Whiskey's all I've got."
* Artifica frowns.  "Then that will have to do."
<AtomBell> "It won't do much... shoulda picked up Med-X while I was out."
* AtomBell pulls out a bottle and holds it out to Artifica
<Specter> "Can't think of everything."
* Milia shudders. "No, I really fucking can't. She doesn't deserve a 'civil tongue', not while who knows how many ponies still have those fucking monstrous collars strapped to their necks, set to go off, courtesy of /HER/ little group! I'm not about to play nice with somepony who's given me no reason to think she's anything other than a goddess damn sociopath!"
<AtomBell> "That's a bridge to cross when we get there," Atom snaps, "Getting her to panic more isn't going to help us get those collars off, Milia."
* Specter stands up and dusts herself off with a hoof. She trots over to Milia and bops her on the head with her muzzle "What say you and me go looking for anything useful we might have missed? Let the docs do their thing?"
* Milia had a million different things she wanted to say but couldn't possibly articulate at that moment. Her fuming is thankfully subverted as Spectre taps her on the back of the head. The zebra sighs, turning back to Atom. "Fine...you interrogate her or whatever you want to call it however you think is best...I'll just...go someplace else for a little while."
<Milia> "The last thing I want is to piss anypony off right now...just...let me know if we're moving or whatever..."
<AtomBell> "Alright."
* Milia flicks her tail, irritated, as she trots out of the console room.
* AtomBell sets the whiskey within reach of Artifica, "It's for sterilization, not sure how it is for drinking."
* Cerberus since the talking is taking forever, she decides it's a good moment for naptime
* Specter sighs and watches Milia skulk off "Think I should go after her?" she asks Atom
* AtomBell nods
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect steps away from the microphone looking pleased. He turns to Cerberus and speaks softly, not wishing to wake her if she was asleep. "That seemed to go well. Blackthorn has sent the word out so I'm sure help will be on the way soon. I'll call again later but for now I need to see if the little buck's room is till working. Excuse me."
* Specter nods and trots after Milia
* Milia had made her way back to the storage area where they had found the two extra bottles of whiskey. She decided that was as good a place as any to get away from anything. A thin, hazy cloud of smoke has filled the room, the zebra having almost immediately descended into her vices. She takes a swig of a near full bottle of whiskey that sits next to her.
* Artifica considers the whiskey.  She wonders if getting the girl drunk is really a winning plan.
* Cerberus berry nods without even opening her eyes and mutters "mh, soup, i like soup"
* AtomBell has deferred to Artifica
* Specter trots into the storage area, having looked elsewhere and not found Milia breathes deeply of the smokey air, considering getting a cigarette of her own. She looks around and trots over to  after spotting her, floating out her own pack of smokes
* Artifica levitates the whiskey up to the mare and nudges her, "Drink."
* Milia grumbles. "Nothin' useful in here..."
<Specter> "Hmmm, a friend, smokes, whiskey...sounds useful to me."
* Milia releases a deep sigh, blowing a bit of her messy mane out of her face. "If you say so." she shoots back. She nudges the bottle over to the unicorn. After taking just one last swig, that is.
* Specter plops down next to milia and lights her cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before taking a sip from the bottle
<uSea_a_GM> Artificia manages to get Ghost to drink some of the whiskey but the mare is trembling so much that most of it goes down her chin.
<uSea_a_GM> Having found a working stall, Prefect pops into the control room. "How are things in here?"
* Milia shivers, the whiskey burning her throat in the best way. "Booze...the perfect friend." she laughs mirthlessly. "Never yells at you, never tells you to shut up, never gets in a fight with you..."
<Milia> "...never goes and gets killed and leaves you alone..."
* Specter puts a leg around Milia, pulling her into a hug
<AtomBell> "Delightful."
* Milia slumps into Spectre's side, closing her eyes and falling into the hug. "...I miss them all so badly..." she whispers, sniffling. "Puddin'...Tall...Sidewinder...March...S-Sunflower...W-Watercolor..."
* Milia rests her head on Spectre's shoulder and starts to cry quietly.
* Specter nuzzles Milia's mane "I know the feeling."
<AtomBell> "Things on your end Perfect?"
<uSea_a_GM> "Good news so far. Blackthorn sent out his boys to round up every able-hoof they can. He said they'd be ready at dawn if they travel through the night."
* Cerberus arrives with the others, yawning and mumbling "i'm hungry, is there some soup?"
* Milia sputters out borderline incoherent sentences in between sobs and hiccups. "Th-they w-were the only f-fucking family I've ever h-had...and they were all f-fucking killed...one b-by one...by f-fucking monsters just l-like the one we have tied up j-just upstairs..."
<AtomBell> "Not yet, but I could try my hoof at making some Cerberus," she gives the filly a thin smile, "That sounds, promising, Perfect."
* Specter strokes Milia's side softly. She'd cried herself out years ago, but knows exactly how Milia feels.
<Milia> "S-some of them w-were even younger th-than I am n-now!  H-how is that f-fucking fair?!  Wh-wh-why do th-those murderers g-get to be sh-shown mercy when they c-cause so much p-pain and fucking m-misery to others?!"
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect spots Artifica nursing Ghost with a bottle of whiskey. "Er, I didn't hit her too hard did I? I've got some potions and stuff in my bag if that'll help."
* Specter sighs "I don't know, Milia. The hope that they'll change, be better, maybe."
<AtomBell> "It's her horn."
* Milia buries her head in Spectre's neck.
* Cerberus decides that this is a good moment to ruin some sentimental duo and starts looking for Specter and Milia
<Milia> ((bwahahaha))
* Artifica grimaces, "This split... down the middle of her horn... it will heal badly.  And be tremendously painful."  She looks up at Prefect.  "Best way to treat her is to break her horn clean off so that it can regrow from the stump.
<Artifica> "
* Artifica doesn't mention how torturous that will be.
* AtomBell was about to go through the cabinets for cooking ingredients, but the restless filly's already left.  Atom nods reluctantly, "Aye, that would be the best way."
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* Cerberus follows the trail of booze and finds the two mares being super intimate... mh, even a little foal would realize that this is not a good moment, and in fact berry realizes it, but she doesn't care. instead, the foal sits quietly there and starts listening and staring, in silence.... creeeeeepy
* Milia murmurs, muffled by her muzzle being currently pressed into the unicorn's side. "...they never change...we'd all be better off if they were just dead..."
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<uSea_a_GM> "... ouch. Have you given her any Med-X?"
* Specter frowns "Probably."
* Artifica sighs.  "We appear not to have any."
* AtomBell purses her lips
<AtomBell> "No.  Do you?  That would be a big help, lad."
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect rummages in his bags and pulls out small box. From the box he pulls out a half-empty vial of blue liquid that seems to glow softly. "Well I got some 'Friendship' here. It's like super Med-X. It made walking about on a broken leg a hell of a lot easier."
<AtomBell> "Well.  Nothing better to experiment with drugs on then a patient you don't know."
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* AtomBell holds out a wing towards Perfect, "Could I have a dose?"
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<uSea_a_GM> He passes the vial over. "Sure. I'll be upstairs at the radio in case anyone needs me."
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* AtomBell nods and turns back to Artifica's patient, "Well.  There we are.  Hold out your leg, you're going to want this."
* Milia decided (or rather her body did) that is was time for HER to take a nap. The crying, combined with the booze, had made the zebra very, very sleepy. Her sobs gradually subside, being slowly replaced with a soft, rhythmic breathing. She's gone and dozed off in Spectre's embrace!
* Artifica takes a step away.  "Your medical skills are far greater than mine, doctor.  Would you perform the... operation?"
* Specter smiles softly and nuzzles Milia then looks over in Cerberus's direction
* Cerberus waves a hoof
* Cerberus "i was hoping to see a little more show, actually"
* AtomBell presumes Ghost doesn't object and shoots her up.
* Specter snorts "Not drunk enough yet."
<uSea_a_GM> Ghost's eyes flicker open then glaze over and her body relaxes. It seems to have worked.
* AtomBell shakes her head
<AtomBell> "Horns are far more within your sphere, Arti."
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* Milia continues to snooze, occasionally flicking her ear and mumbling in her sleep. Spectre made an astonishingly good pillow.
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* ThePrettiestFilly could have told her that.
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* Cerberus since she's no more sleepy, the foal decides to sniff milia "she smells funny"
* Artifica grimaces...
* Specter tilts her head "What do you mean she smells funny?" She sniffs Milia "She smells normal to me..."
<Milia> ((ahahaha EVERYPONY SNIFF THE ZEBRA))
<ThePrettiestFilly> (Smells like mare.  Ayup)
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* Milia likely smells like booze and cigarettes and possibly cooked herbs and maybe some blood and sweat and that back rub might have done a couple things to her too that might change her smell!
* Milia had a lot goin' on is what I am saying when it comes to scents.
* Cerberus tries licking milia too, mostly for the science "she's quite tasty..."
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* Milia *twitch*
<Milia> "Mmmfrghblblgrble..."
* Cerberus tilts her head, a bit confused "i can't be sure, but i think she is salt flavored"
* Specter snerks
* Cerberus asks spectre in a low voice "shhy was she crying? did you have an argument?"
* Milia is indeed salt flavored. At times.
* Specter shakes her head "No arguing. Just...talking about the past."
* Cerberus nodnods "well ,that makes sense... i guess being a zebra sucks pretty badly, i'd cry too"
* Specter snorts and bops Cerberus on the head "Don't be mean."
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* Cerberus rubs her head, frowning "i'm not mean... but really, ponies at least have lots and lots of colors and varieties... zebras are all the same... maybe they were jealous and this is why they fought?"
<Specter> "They fought because of the lack of resources."
* Cerberus well you know how these things go... i also said my packmates i fought gnarl because i wanted his rifle, but i just wanted to give him a lesson because he was a dick
* Cerberus ""
* Specter chuckles
* Cerberus "you say a lot of things to hide your real reasons... i think that zebras were just jelly"
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* Specter shrugs "Who knows."
* AtomBell regards Ghost with a cautious eye.
<AtomBell> "Alright.  She's out.  Arti, pass me that whiskey."
* Cerberus shrugs "oh well, it' all gone now, so, not our problem anymore... what's your story instead? care to share? is there the hope of you crying too?"
* Specter cocks an eyebrow "You just like seeing ponies cry, don't you?"
<Milia> ((ITS THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET AROUSED ;-;))
<Milia> ((*cough* i mean wait what))
* Cerberus "aaaaaah.... mmmaybe? or maybe i'm just curious, since you still haven't told a word about you and we have already fought a lot side by side..."
* AtomBell rinses her hooves in the liquor and shrugs out of her coat before dipping her muzzle into the booze as well.
* Specter taps her chin with her free hoof and smirks "Maybe I just like the air of mystery that gives me?"
* Cerberus shrugs "that's fine for me, i'll find a poor excuse to beat you then" and stuckks her tongue out
* Specter smiles and laughs softly
* AtomBell takes a deep breath
* AtomBell has Artifica hold onto ghost and readies her hooves.
* AtomBell 's first nervous hoof doesn't hit hard enough, merely smacking the shattered horn.  Atom calms her breathing, thankful now she doped Ghost up (though a crying pony would probably cheer Milia up a little).  Atom's second stomp has more force behind it and the horn cracks off.
<uSea_a_GM> The break is clean and Ghost doesn't seem to notice at all. Infact the ex-unicorn smiles drowsily.
<uSea_a_GM> **End of Session for Group 4**