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Griff/Stray/Mich 5/2/17

May 2nd, 2017
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  1. Stray Shot trots through the middle of the town square, which was mostly just a bunch of wooden picnic tables and places to hang out. He stops at one of the booths offering breakfast, taking a few minutes to drink a refreshing cup of black coffee and some not-so-tasty breakfast brand, but it was enough to give his stomach something to hold onto. Standing up, Stray begins to make his way towards the Embassy to begin his day of work delivering shit, but he spots Griff, making the stallion smile a bit at the sight of his friend. He trots over to Griff, giving a friendly wave with his wing. "Mornin', Griff," he says
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  3. >Griff smiles, nodding to Stray as he puts down some of the fliers he was looking over. "Howdy Stray. How're ya this mornin?"
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  5. Stray Shot blinks with a blank expression, not sure how to tell Griff what happened yesterday. He did feel increasingly comfortable around the griffon, so he just went ahead and said, "Well, someone tried to kill me yest-..." Stray Shot cuts off, his brows furrowing as he suddenly notices Griff's armor. "Wait... did you get new armor?"
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  7. >Griffs head snaps up from his food, dripping a bit of oatmeal onto his papers as he stares wide eyed at his friend. "SOMEONE TRIED TO DO WHAT?!" >Griff is practically standing, his breakfast now on the ground
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  9. Stray Shot 's ears fold back against his head, making the pony flinch a bit at Griff's outburst. He quickly goes his every 15-second visual scan around himself, before looking up to Griff with a frown. "S-some Griffon... Was gonna kill me."
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  11. >Griff simply stares blankly at him, mouth open. >His mouth snaps shut so quickly it is dangerously audible, as he narrows his eyes. >The anger behind his eyes is brutal, though clearly not directed at Stray, it WAS who he was staring at. "And what, dare i ask, was done about this?"
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  13. >Hunting for everything was more trouble than it was worth and the embarrassment over with. He struts through town with the white rectangular patches on his rear. If you were blind, you wouldn't notice them against his black fur. He hears the chuckles and whispers of butt hurt before making his way to the food court. Once there he sees, clawable face and bossy birb talking. "SOMEONE TRIED TO DO WHAT?" Maybe you could smooth things out another time. Mich takes someone's oatmeal and hangs within the crowd watching the two.
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  15. Stray seems to perhaps be cowering slightly as he squeaks out, "I sh-shot him... I don't know what happened after that 'cause I ran away."
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  17. >Griff, notcing his freinds demeanor, takes a moment to calm down a bit. >Shutting his eyes, he breaths in and out a few times, forcing himself to sit down as he clenches his fist. >Finally, he looks back at Stray, stern but with concern. "Did you report them? Did the Town Guard or Equestrians do anything? say anything?"
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  19. >Stray lowers his gaze to the ground, frowning with his tail tucked between his legs as he shakes his head. "N-nooo... I left and hid until this morning..."
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  21. >>Griff blinks, staring at Stray. >He sighs, nodding slowly. >Reaching out, he pats his freinds shoulder, givign him a slight smile. "Well....cant say i agree with that but ah understand yer reasonin. IF ya want ill help ya put in a report."
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  23. Stray Shot nods, looking up at the griffon with tired eyes. It was obvious just by looking on his face that he hadn't slept much, and indeed, he had spent the entire night holed up in his little tree trunk with his crossbow pointed at the opening. He nods to Griff's offer, again instinctively checking his 6 before looking up at the griffon. "Yeah... yeah, I guess we can do that. I didn't think of that honestly, cause I didn't think they'd do anything..." He sighs, shrugging. "I just don't wanna die, man. He looked really pissed."
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  25. >Mich could barely make out what they were saying. Something about a report. It may get him shot a second time, but he has to clear the air now. Mich step out of the crowd and hands the pony back his oatmeal after he already got another one. "Hey Gator griff, what's up? He calls out not too far from them.
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  27. >Griff nods sternly, rollijg up his papers and stuffing them in a little pocket he had made in his armor. >Standing, me smiles down at his freind. "Well, if them damned Equestrians wont do what needs tah be done, ah certianlly will. LEad tha way, ill watch yer six buddy."
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  29. >Griff turns, nodding "OH, hey Mich. Fine gruel this morning eh?"
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  31. Black Birb: “It's fine, I eat like a bird anyway”, forces a chuckle.
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  33. >Griff chuckles a bit, but returns to a serious look. "Sorry bout yesterday...and today i suppose. Stray and me got some important shit we need to get done so ah dont got time fer more chatter, ill make it up to yah later or somethin."
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  35. "uh yeah, about stray, I may have spooked him the other day, and I'd like to clear up this little misunderstanding?" He says looking past griff
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  37. Stray Shot turns around to see who Griff was speaking to. As soon as the stallion's eyes fall on Mich, his pupils shrink to pinpricks as the hair on his back and neck stands straight up on end. His muscles tense up and his heart begins to beat faster as he recognizes the one who tried to kill him from yesterday. He doesn't seem to even register what Mich was saying, the stallion's small body suddenly being dumped with adrenaline. His breathing becomes heavier as he staggers several feet backwards, instinctively dropping his hoof to his crossbow with impressive speed
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  39. >Griff raises an eyebrow at Miches comments, turning to look at Stray aswell. >Instnatly, Griff stiffens, blinking at Stray as he sees him back up. >He looks, slowly, back to Mich, then back to Stray, taking a step towrds him carefully, claw out to try and calm him. "Stray...buddy....What is it.....you.....whats got you spooked man?"
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  41. Stray Shot bears his teeth, his jaws clenched tightly together as he doesn't take his eyes off Mich. Fortunately, Stray seems to be standing his ground with his hoof on the grip of his crossbow, rather than just going ahead and drawing. He kept trying to hear what they were saying, but it was hard to hear... He stands there, tense, with his hoof on his loaded crossbow's grip
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  43. >Griff turns back to Stray, knowing full well what the signs mean. "I.....Stray...he....its Mich...him?" >Griff felt the blood pounding in his ears, his heart beating like a drum of war as he simply stared wide eyed between his two friends. >He slowly turned to Mich, lokking him over closely, trying to understand what was happening before him. "...What the fuck did you do Mich?" He finally gets out, stepping between Mich and Stray, blocking Miches path to him as he shakily drew his dagger. >No malice in his face, Griff, for the first time, seemed hesitant to do what he had hounded others about, what he had said, no demanded, was necissary in the past
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  45. Michael throws up his claws in surrender. "I'll explain when we don't have weapons drawn in the middle of town," he grunts through his beak. He motions to the gaurds watching with their cross bows drawn. "Now put that shit away before were all killed"
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  47. >Griff looks between Mich and the guards, then slowly down at his weapon. >He blinks, not even realizing he had drawn it. >Slowly, shakily, he starts putting it back into his belt, outright fighting with his own body as it tries to refuse such an action. >Finally getting it there, though claws still wrapped around it, white knuckled, he slowly looks back up at Mich. "Yer gonna have tah explain real good if yah did waht Stray eres implyin ya did."
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  49. Stray Shot's ears perk straight up at the word 'killed', from Mich, making him look at the Equestrian guards nearby who had drawn their weapons. Stray stiffly takes another few steps backwards, his hoof still tightly grasping the grip of his crossbow. After a few moments, however, he sloooowly drops that hoof to the ground, staring past Griff as if the griffon were invisible as his self-preservation instincts scream at him. He stood there, totally still, his instincts trying to decide if he was supposed to go into "fight" or "flight" mode.
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  51. Stray starts to feel very cold as the adrenaline begins to wear off as fast as it was dumped, determining from Mich's body language that he wasn't about to try to rip his smol pegasus body apart. Suddenly shivering, Stray makes a quick dash towards one of the picnic tables, flipping it on it's side with his hooves and hiding behind it
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  53. >Griff swerves around at the loud thud of the picnic table, bewildered at Strays response. >He turns back to Mich, staring him down as he takes a few steps towards Strays makeshift barricade.
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  55. "Good Idea stray, we should all just have a seat and talk this out" he speaks up with a nod to the gaurds. Mich throws an arm around griff and walks him to the overturned table.
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  57. >Griff twitches, rolling himself out from Miches grasp and blocking his way to the table, one hand backwards onto it, the other still on his dagger. "We can talk here Mich. Ah dont want things tah go poorly if they dont have to, but no man looks at another like Stay did ya if there aint bad blood between em."
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  59. The two griffons hear a tired, raspy voice, shivering voice from behind Stray's makeshift form of cover, "Y-you were gonna kill me..." He meekly manages to say between shivers, clutching his crossbow with his hooves
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  61. "Ah wont let that happen." Griff says sternly, not taking his eyes off Mich.
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  63. Mich sighs adjusts refolds his wings "you're right, I was, but let me explain why."
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  65. >Griff nods slowly. "get talkin then." >Griff looks around at all the attention they have drawn. "An yah better make it damned good, cause tha guards might not stop me after ah confession like that."
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  67. Stray Shot stays behind his cover, not saying anything. However, he wasn't running away, so Mich at least could tell that he had his attention. His silence urges Mich to go on. Stray stays crouched with his hoof on his crossbow, sweat forming on his forehead
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  69. Michael rests on his haunches, ignoring the dull pain Before I came here, to equestria, was killed. Violently. When I saw stray and heard his voice, it took me back to it, I snapped. And... I'm sorry."
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  71. Stray Shot furrows his brow. Mich's answer just made more questions pop into his head. He had never believed in reincarnation. Although it runs across Stray's mind that /he/ had killed someone in quite a violent manner, he fails to make the connection between Zeeke and Mich. He peeks over the table, nothing but the top of his head and his huge blue eyes staring at Mich with cautious evaluation, looking him up and down, still silent, blinking slowly at Griff and Mich
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  73. >Griff scoffs, shaking his head a bit as he grips the table harder, feeling his claws scrape against it. "Thats yer damned excuse? How the fuck does that excuse anything?! hell, what does that even fuckkin mean? Ya gonna snap every other time ya see him? What if someone else sets ya damned rage off? How tha fuck do ah know yer not just tryin tah cover yer damned ass!?"
  74. >He felt himself shaking, his eyes transfixed on Mich, his mind racing as it tried and failed to fully understand the situation logically.
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  76. Stray Shot was just about to ask the same questions about if Mich was going to snap randomly at him. Honestly, his answer didn't do much to calm his concerns. Now Stray thought that there was a mentally ill griffon who would randomly try to kill him. Not quite sure what to do in the situation, he keeps staring, the stallion a hair-trigger away from hauling his ass away, not wanting to wait around to find out if he was done going crazy at him
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  78. "I'm not saying what I did was right, I'm just explaining why it happened. Its not gonna happen again. Besides, can you say with perfect recollection what happened to you before the change? Griff mc lel Ironic?"
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  80. >Griff blinked, taken aback a bit. >Not just by the question, but Miches inability it seemed to react according to the situation. "Difference is ah dont try to kill people over mah prolbmes Michael." >He spits, letting go of the dagger and pointing to Micheal with venom in his voice. "Ah the names fuckkin Daniel, Daniel Fillibuster to you ya damned bastard."
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  82. Stray Shot suddenly pops his head out from behind the table completely. Stray tried to put himself in Mich's shoes, but it was hard to imagine, because Stray himself had retained his human memories with even more clarity than as a human. When he closed his eyes, he saw his life before he was a pony.
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  84. Stray Shot furrows his brow at Mich. For a moment, Stray felt a pang of pity. He was horrified to find out how many people had forgotten their human memories, and he was even more horrified to hear some ponies talk about how they were glad to forget
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  86. Stray Shot, finally emerges from his cover with slow, exaggerated, caution, keeping his eyes right on Mich and his crossbow slung close to his chest. "Just how... how do I know you won't try to do it again...?" He asks in a conflicted voice, trying to rationalize this bizzare modified Mexican-Standoff
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  88. Mich gives a long pause before making up his mind. " Because I'll be locked up for a while to cool off" *he slowly but firmly pushes the knife from his throat. "Gaurds, I'm turning myself in."
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  90. Stray Shot raises an eyebrow, confused
  91. "I don't think you need to cool off." Stray says, shaking his head. "I think you need help, man."
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  93. >Griff blinks, unsure of how to take this. >He slwoly turns, arm falling to his side, as he meets one of the gaurds eyes. >THey stood ready, but seemed to be...waiting, as if they didnt think it was their choice to intervene or not. >Slowly, GRiff turns back to Mich, a look of confusion and utter disgust on his face. "I....Fucking....Guards fuck just take him away then...I wont stop you...."
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  95. Stray Shot stands there behind the over-turned table, staring at the two griffons with a jaw-dropped frown as he watches the guards come to apprehend Mich. For some reason, he felt his stomach tighten at the sight, and he couldn't place why he felt bad, even guilty, for the Black Birb. He doesn't move, however. He stands there, still as a stone, watching as if it were a movie
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  97. >Griff lets go of the Table, letting his other arm join the second at his side, as the Guards slap some cuffs on Mich, telling him to not struggle and remain silent and all that other stuff. >His ears beat with the sound of blood, his mind racing as he frowns, staring forward blankly as the guards inform them they will need to give testimony at the apropriate time. "...Sure..." Griff gives in anwser, slowly turning to look at Stray, "....You ok?"
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  99. Stray Shot silently acknowleges the guard's instruction, and then he watches with a dejected expression as the guards haul away Mich. For some reason, it didn't feel right. Why did Stray feel bad for Mich? He wasn't sure. His sullen face looks up at Griff with a thin frown, just silently shaking his head. "It is what it is." Stray looks around the town square, where he had only just now noticed that they had drawn quite the crowd standing around them but still a good ways back. Stray slings his crossbow over his saddlebags, looking towards the Embassy. "I got work to do..." he says in a flat, dejected tone
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  101. an attempted cavity search with hooves leave two gaurds in the mash tent and Mich in solitary confinement.
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  103. >Griff nods, looking off as Mich is lead away. "Yeah....we'll.....talk later,ok?" he says to the air, finally looking about the crowd. >Griff meets their eyes, many looking away when he does. >He cant help but grind his beak a bit at that, before grumbling, unsure of what to do.
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  105. Stray just grunts and nods in response to Griff. He walks up to the edge of the crowd to start trying to force his way out of the crowd, but decides against it, instead taking off running in the other direction before flapping his wings and lifting himself off the ground, the stallion soon flying away towards another part of town
  106. Stray avoids eye contact with all of the townsponies surrounding them the entire time
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  108. >Griff watchs Stray leave sulimily, before turning back to the crowd, most still staring at him.
  109. "Well, damned shows over. Get the FUCK back to yer lives." GE spits out at them, before shoving his way out of the quickly dispersing crowd.
  110. >Today was not a good fucking day.
  111. >But he was begining to understand good days didnt exist here,and he would just have to get used to that.
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