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- > You snap back to reality when Fluttershy asks.
- > "Umm did... you... say why?"
- > You realize that you are staring at your icing caked hands, and you did voice your question to your audience of two.
- > You keep staring at your hands as you answer.
- "Yes... I did... These feelings of fear I have inspired are not new to me... To others... I wanted to know... Why?"
- > But you already knew didn't you?
- > You knew why the races that created you hated you.
- > Feared you.
- > They knew what your kind was.
- > What they were for.
- > What they were capable of.
- > And you knew what you reminded them of.
- > That terrible flash that blocked the sun and marked the death of millions.
- > That horrid war and all the lives it cost.
- > You suspect that these... P0nies... Don't fear you for the same reason.
- > But damned if it didn't hurt knowing that almost everyone of them was to afraid to even leave there homes, all because you walked the streets.
- > So you stare at your hands and think.
- > Think about the way that blood had run over and stuck to your hands.
- > The same way the blue frosting did now.
- > Your kind has almost no need for personal hygiene.
- > After all you don't sweat or get sick.
- > But by all things holy do you feel the need to shower.
- > To get rid of this blue gunk and get rid of the memory that clings to you with it.
- > Another snap back to reality as Pinkie Pie taps your leg and speaks.
- > "Anon... Is something wrong with your... Umm... Paws?"
- > You finally lower your hands back to your sides and look down at Pinkie Pie.
- "I just need to clean myself up a bit... I... Don't like being dirty..."
- > Close enough to true
- "May I have a bucket of water and a rag?"
- > She looks up at you and smiles.
- > You note that its not her ear to ear grin from earlier.
- > "If you just need to clean up theres a shower upstairs. Don't worry about using it, it's my fault you're so..."
- > She chuckles lightly.
- > "Dirty anyway. Its right up the stairs, second door on the left, just use whhhhaaateeever you need"
- > You nod.
- "Thank you"
- > As you begin to ascend the stairs you look back one more time at the wreckage the cannon wrought.
- > You offer to help clean up downstairs before you shower.
- > Pinkie just waves you off saying.
- > "Don't worry about it, I'll have aaaallll this cleaned up by the time you're done."
- > If her shows of speed and dexterity carry any correlation to her ability to clean, you don't doubt it.
- > You reach the bathroom quickly enough.
- > To your surprise while the shower head is too low to be of use to you, the tub is more then large enough.
- > So you crank the hot water, mix the soap, grab a scrubbing brush and hop in.
- > As you start to scrub away the icing you realize how much dirt you had covering you.
- > Getting dragged through the sewers and dropped hundreds of feet into the dirt does that to you.
- > You still aren't sure exactly how you survived that.
- > ...Or the cannon.
- > Three separate times in less then what felt like twenty four hours, something had nearly killed you.
- > Never in your career as an adventurer has that happened before.
- > Oh sure as a soldier it had happened a great many times.
- > But you aren't a soldier anymore...
- > Now its icing...
- > Icing, not blood that coats your body...
- > Not blood...
- > But how long could that ever really last for you...
- > For your kind...
- > Always better not to think about it.
- > Let the battles come, win them, and let them go.
- > Let them go...
- > Why was that always the hardest part?
- > In another place and time the water would be red not blue.
- > The water would be cold.
- > There wouldn't be any soap.
- > You'd be using a bucket not a tub.
- > There would be hundreds of your kind doing the same thing.
- > Only to have a hundred less then the day before, and a hundred more then the next.
- > Stop.
- > Let it go.
- > It's over...
- > It... Is... Over...
- > There will be more wars but they won't be yours.
- > Your kind was given the freedom to choose.
- > To say 'Yes' or 'No' of your own volition.
- > Then again...
- > You may not even be in Eberron any more...
- > You might never have to worry about it again.
- > Even if the... p0nies... never get used to you, or even if you never get used to the... p0nies...
- > You could always just live your own life.
- > Suddenly killing that shaman seems like less of a good idea.
- > Right about now it feels more like you'd rather thank him.
- > You allow yourself some optimism.
- > Maybe this will all work out.
- > Worst case scenario this is still Eberron and you get the boot, but no one can really make you go back.
- > You had a chance you suspect most would give up life itself for.
- > A chance to start over.
- > Luckily this time your thoughts didn't derail your actions and by now you've finished cleaning yourself up.
- > You pull the plug in the water and let it begin to let it drain.
- > You take a long hard look at the blue tinted water.
- > You see it as red, all the blood you've spilled in your life.
- > The crimson washes down the drain and with it you think...
- > You hope...
- > That your life of war goes with it.
- > With any luck, something you must have a lot of honestly, it really is gone.
- > You towel off quickly, and manage to not ruin the towel, much to your surprise.
- > After you finish that you head down back down the stairs and quickly survey the area.
- > It really should have surprised you, but it didn't.
- > The room was spotless.
- > Immaculate.
- > Not a thing out of place.
- > The counter was restored.
- > The floor was restored.
- > The display had all its goods back in place.
- > And there wasn't a spot on the walls, ceiling or floor.
- > It seems that there was a correlation.
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