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[19:54:50] <@Schorcht> Racism.
[19:58:21] <@Schorcht> Nobody is born hating one another. It is taught. It is passed down through generations, and yet nobody knows how it started. Friends can be made from anyone, no matter the difference.
[19:59:19] <@Schorcht> Nobody choses what they look like when they are born, they can only accept and feel the consequences of the generations of the past, in hopes to lead their life how they wish.
[20:00:58] <@Schorcht> Even being born a monster doesn't mean you have to follow the path almost cleary set before you, imposed by others around you, either by force or by influence.
[20:02:44] <@Schorcht> This is where we join our wayword monster: Murphy the Hellhound. The wastes has given him a gift. The gift of killing. Yet he choses to not use them, living on the words of a seemingly dead mare only to be the complete opposite of what the universe has created him to be.
[20:07:23] <@Schorcht> Murphy has traveled far and wide helping where he can, and this has lead him to the edges of Trottingham. He sits at the top of the hill watching the outside walls of Southern Trottingham as the sun rises on the other side of it. His care for the world has drawn him to remove the gifts given to him. Why? Well, everybody has their reasons...
[20:07:44] <@Schorcht> **Session Begins**
[20:09:42] Murphy wears his cloak and his doctor's robes her had altered for his own wearing. He looks over the town and gives a small sigh. "I only wish to hope that i would not get attacked on sight, but that risk may be too much for me to take." He says as he starts to adopt a more stealthy stance, trying to stay to shadows as he moves towards the walls.
[20:15:57] <@Schorcht> As Murphy closes in towards the wall he can see that it's quite makeshift at points. Some parts are made of metal and scrap, but there even looks to be a part covered over by plywood. Far to the left lies to main entrance. Ponies can be seen smoking but what lies on their bodies can not be made out.
[20:17:27] Murphy curses his inability to dig a hole at that moment, but gives another sigh as he moves to try and well... ply the plywood off.
[20:21:12] <@Schorcht> The plywood is easily enough removed, revealing a hole to the inside of what looks to be a kitchen. Somebody should really patch that up.
[20:21:47] Murphy blinks as he starts to sneak into the kitchen, replacing the plywood where it was before, before crouching and trying to hide his small frame.
[20:24:48] <@Schorcht> Murphy's small frame is small for a Hellhound as she would still stand a slight bit taller than a pony. The building is dark as the windows are all bored up from the outside, and multiple peices of old furniture block the door from the inside.
[20:25:50] Murphy looks over the dark area, knowing all to well that he should try and move quietly anyways, just in case. He moves about the building, looking for any notable exits or interesting things strewn about.
[20:30:04] <@Schorcht> The building is empty save a few old peices of furniture in seperate rooms. A couch here, a bed there, a painting on the wall. However as Murphy searches the bathroom he finds a pair of skeletons in the bathtub, and it looks as if they were holding each other.
[20:31:32] Murphy looks over the skeletons and bows his head. "May the Goddesses watch over you ponies." He says quietly before returning to the furniature stacked door, starting to move them.
[20:41:44] <@Schorcht> Murphy easily removes the furniture allowing light to shine into the room through cracks and small bullet holes.
[20:42:20] Murphy peaks out the holes, trying to see if the area ahead was safe.
[20:43:19] <@Schorcht> The rising shine is at an angle that is makes it hard to see outside, although an empty street can be made out.
[20:45:38] Murphy lets out a short sigh of relief before he slowly and cautiously opens the door, walking out quietly and trying to push near any shadows.
[20:50:10] <@Schorcht> The house Murphy is exiting from is at one of the side ends of the street, and shadows stretch across the street easily in the bright morning sun. It's empty save a few peices of paper floating in the wind. Buildings span both sides of the street with only one solid way to the next street over up the current street. Alley ways litter the sides of the streets however.
[20:51:47] Murphy sticks to the alleys, moving down the quietly, looking mainly for those in need of medical help, and perhaps to over hear anything.
[20:53:33] <@Schorcht> The alleys are littered with shattered glass, used needles, and a few empty milk bottles. Murphy can hear snoring in a dumpster up the alleyway.
[20:54:04] Murphy takes a gander in the dumpster, assessing if he needs to help who's in it or not.
[20:58:06] <@Schorcht> In the dumpster lies a pony passed out in his own puke cuddling an unopened bottle of milk.
[20:59:35] Murphy rolls his eyes, moving past the dumbster as he looks for more things, his ears open for sounds.
[21:03:47] <@Schorcht> The odd sound of pleasant chatter fills the air along with the clinging of fine cuttlery and the like. The alley way opens into the next street over and goes to the right, but the light blinds the view into the next street over.
[21:05:13] Murphy gives a small sigh, enjoying the sounds a bit, he adjusts his cloak further to hide his features and tries to move down the next street.
[21:09:44] <@Schorcht> As Murphy steps into the street the blinding light fades and an odd sight greets him. Ponies dressed rather sharply are enjoying tea and crumpets. Murphy stands inbetween to building with neon signs on them and nobody seems too bothered to look at him as of the moment.
[21:10:50] Murphy looks at the neon signs and smiles a bit, still moving as inconspiculously as he can, moving down the road again.
[21:13:00] <@Schorcht> The road is highly populated and to Murphy's left lies the entrance begin 'watched' by guards as they play cards. To the right is just more street that goes for a while ending in a large building with a billboard of a tan mares face with a blue mane. Down that way it becomes less populated.
[21:13:52] Murphy moves towards the large building with the blue maned mare billboard.
[21:15:55] <@Schorcht> As Murphy draws near the building her finds his first cross road, the right path leads the road he came from the left to a different nothern running street. As he draws even nearer the feeling he's being watched increases, but not by someone, by the iron sights of guns.
[21:17:29] Murphy is familar with this feeling as he walks. He glances closer at the building infront of him before he decides on a road to take, trying to discern it's purpose.
[21:19:14] <@Schorcht> His glance reveals a highly armoured checkpoint before the building itself.
[21:19:57] Murphy assumes the building is not one he could get into very easily, nor would he have much of a need to, so he starts off towards the left path, keeping himself small.
[21:21:34] <@Schorcht> The left street is sparcly populated by ponies walking and talking, it really looks to be all homes in which ponies live. An appartment or two even.
[21:23:52] Murphy looks around for a moment, not stopping his moving, feeling a bit happy that he can move in this settlement with some ease.
[21:24:01] <@Schorcht> The ponies however all wear quite well maintained wear more fitting for high society parties. Like tophats and dresses.
[21:24:45] <@Schorcht> Up the road a bit lies an alleyway with a spray painted red cross and an arrow pointing in.
[21:25:11] Murphy recognizes that symbol almost instantly, hurrying towards it.
[21:28:42] <@Schorcht> Down the alley way lies a side door to a building with a broken hanging unlit red neon cross above the door.
[21:29:17] Murphy moves cautiously into the building, glancing around
[21:30:59] <@Schorcht> The door creeks open and then a bell rings as it reaches a certain point.
[21:31:20] Murphy is slightly startled by the bell but lets out a sigh as he moves into the building.
[21:33:31] <@Schorcht> The building is rather small. Only about 8 feet is the distance between two strechers that line both sides of the walls, and the counter is clean. The lights are off inside, but Murphy can still spot a door that on the back wall.
[21:34:01] <@Schorcht> (( that is on the back wall* ))
[21:34:19] Murphy tilts his head and gives a small call, being polite. "Hello? Is this clinic open?" He asks, his voice sounding not unlike a ponies, perhaps like a deep voiced pony.
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[21:36:12] Murphy tilts his head and gives a small call, being polite. "Hello? Is this clinic open?" He asks, his voice sounding not unlike a ponies, perhaps like a deep voiced pony.
[21:36:18] <Schorcht> Murphs' voice echoes in the cramped space of the un occupied clinic.
[21:36:58] Murphy gives a small shrug as he moves to the door, attempting to open it.
[21:39:07] <Schorcht> This door is unlocked as well. It opens into a back room that probably once held stock. Dust layers the multiple shelves that line the walls only to be kept off of spots that look to have recently held items. Hold on, there's a healing potion on the bottom shelf.
[21:41:51] Murphy sighs happily as he moves to grab the healing potion, putting it in his pack, happy he manages to come out on top here.
[21:43:56] <Schorcht> The ringing of the bell on top the door can be heard as hoof steps come from the tiny reception area.
[21:47:20] Murphy blinks as he hears these, his ears twitching as he moves to press himself against a wall, into the shadows
[21:49:23] <Schorcht> "Oh Vanilla Coke~" a voice calls from the room. "I'm here to collect my dues, your two weeks late. So you can come out and pay me or I'm getting something else," the voice chuckles.
[21:51:02] <Schorcht> The voice is easy male.
[21:51:14] Murphy frowns, hearing the voice of somepony. He keeps quiet though and against the wall, trying to make himself as quiet and not noticable as possible.
[21:56:35] <Schorcht> The clanging of metal against metal is hear as the person throws about the stretchers. "Come out bitch! I'm almost certain you're here!"
[21:58:25] Murphy has to smirk at that, Almost certain? This pony didn't know what he was walking into. Only a few outcomes could come of this and Murphy was muling them over in his head, one of them involving the pony not noticing him at all, andother involving the pony just running from the sight of him if he did. More than likely though, the pony would shoot him.
[22:01:01] <Schorcht> The voice chuckles. "Maybe she went out for a walk, I might as well go after her" The trotting of hooves is her with a ring of the bell and the door closing.
[22:01:22] <Schorcht> (( hooves is heard* ))
[22:02:17] Murphy stays put for an extra minute, not being stupid enough to fall for a pony who might have just banged their hooves against the floor and closed the door. He closes his eyes and listens close, using what predatory sense he did have to try and hear a heart beat or breathing.
[22:03:41] <Schorcht> Low shallow breathing can be heard from the reception room.
[22:05:29] Murphy smiles as he knows the pony is still here, staying hidden.
[22:07:37] <Schorcht> A few minutes pass before the voice returns, "Oh fuck this!" a unicorn pony jumps into the dark store room with a sledge hammer in his magic. "Gotcha!"
[22:10:14] Murphy has a worried glance before he smiles at the pony, pulling down his hood. He grins with wide pearly sharp teeth. "Hello Pony." He says, in his best savage hellhound voice.
[22:13:17] <Schorcht> The sledge hammer falls to the ground as the pony reals backwards. "H-h-h-h-h" he mutters as he backs into the wall knocking down shelves. "HELLHOUND!!" He screams before sprinting away, the door rings and he is gone repeating himself.
[22:14:30] Murphy gives a sigh as he picks up the sledge hammer, putting it on his back under the cloak as he puts the hood up, moving as quickly and as stealthly out of the clinic as he can.
[22:15:37] <Schorcht> He can be heard yelling at the top of his lungs from the entrance to the alleyway, "Hellhound~!" The chatter of ponies grows from the entrance.
[22:17:48] Murphy hides himself in the shadows, trying to leave the alley unnoticed, though with his disguise, he could always try to explain himself, or simply play himself off as an odd griffon if his body was concealed well enough.
[22:19:43] <Schorcht> The only exit to the alley way is back to the street and as it looks, quite a crowd is gathering.
[22:22:23] Murphy sighs as he walks towards the crowd. "Geeze, what's his issue?" He asks to the crowd, sounding rather civalized. "It's almost like he's never seen a declawed hound." He says, chancing his life as he lifts his paws and shows he has no claws, infact he has surgical scars where they were removed.
[22:26:04] <Schorcht> The sound of mares screaming and stallions gasping fills the air. "Kill it! Shoot it!"
[22:28:30] <Schorcht> The commotion can be heard all down the street, ponies stop their everyday routine and panic floats around. Now who hears this and what they do is unknown but really, everyone has their reasons....
[22:28:35] <Schorcht> *Session Ends**