A future worth fighting for...

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[mane-iac-mayhem]

 The Ghostly Visage:

And indeed, the Mane-iac would find The Ghastly Visage at a nearby park, having just finished up her mission to put the squirrels back where they belong. She even seemed oblivious as to the super villainesses approach at first, but seeing her charge flee in terror and hearing a clamor of civilian ponies running for their lives as the Mane-iac enters the premesis was more than enough to get her attention.

Standing up, the ghostly mare turned around and smiled softly at her, “I guess later can be now. You sought me out…”

Her gaze silently followed a couple of ponies as they continued to run for only a moment before asking her ‘guest’, “Hark, what do you require, Mane-iac?”

Towering above the second costume-clad mare upon the tentacle-like tresses of her curling green hair, The Mane-iac leers down to address the mysterious stranger as candidly as she’s able, in spite of the urgency of her situation.

“If we ever are going to talk things out, Visage,” she urges in a deliberate pace - before lightning engulfs the sky once again, and the booming sound of thunder erupts from above;

“That time is NOW!”

Still eminently on high-alert; her gaze abruptly breaks away from Ghostly’s and looks to the sky, as in the distance she sees the figure of a lone Pegasus Pony soar high above. Predictably, she spots the very same flanking the other end of the park with a broad turn of her head; undoubtedly Zapp and Saddle Rager, respectively. Maretropolis’s Queen of Hair-Care Calamity gently takes this as a cue to lower herself to her hooves, and takes cover under the closest tree - relying upon it’s immense foliage to conceal her colorful figure, all while her mane and tail’s length has withdrawn inwardly to an almost ‘normal’ scale to minimize her perceived size from a bird’s eye view.

Tense stress wrinkles lined her face as her expression seemingly defaulted to a hardened, contemptuous sneer as her glare was fixed up above, and all around them. She hated to feel hunted like this, having to cower indignantly under trees like a frightened animal - just for a moment’s reprieve from those putrescent Power Ponies…

…Still.

Mane-iac fixes her intense gaze onto The Ghostly Visage again after it seems the coast is clear, and where once a hateful hue of red had thoroughly eclipsed the green discoloration in her irises, slowly, the green dials back into dominance as her expression quietly softened with a bleak, worried sadness.

“If we really are friends.. I need you to follow me.” She urged, in a gentler tone bereft of her usual theatrical embellishment.

“I know a safe place we can hide out if we can make it to the streets and shake these mares.” She affirms, more confidently, eyeing back to the now far-off entrance she came from. ‘What exactly is it that you do?” she then inquires - hoping to have a potential advantage on her side against this encroaching militia of marehunters.

[crxzyfuture]

The Ghastly Visage was honest to a fault, "Would you believe me if I told you this is my first time in this costume?"

Her next shocking revelation came just as quickly, "I can speak to the dead and phase through objects and ponies it seems... Beyond that, I don't know the extent of my abilities in this form."

Even behind a mask, truth was still a core value of hers, a trait passed down in the Apple family for generations. That was the full extent of her knowledge, and she had little reason to hide that. Her identity behind the mask can be revealed later too, but most certainly behind closed doors. Till that time she could speak freely, she has to help her friend escape.

She gently placed a light hoof on Mane-iac's shoulder and said in a soothing tone, "I'll go with you."

[mane-iac-mayhem]

The Ghastly Visage:

The mare smiled softly and stated in a quiet tone, as to keep this conversation between them, “Seek me out later. We can speak then. For now, consider me a friend not of this world.”

She punctuated her final statement with a wink before gently brushing the super villainess aside, her hoof slightly passing through the crazed mare’s form as The Ghastly Visage tried once again to leave for her current objective. The Squirrels had to come first. But despite knowing this, the mare behind the mask couldn’t help but panic at her own actions. Just what the heck did she do?

There was being someone else because no one knows you, and then literally being someone else. And for a moment there she literally felt like somepony else. And the phasing… That wasn’t her! She didn’t even expect that. Sure. She had some ideas what she may be able to do when first arrived, but she had no control over that. What else could she do? Could she have harmed Mane-Iac by going through her like that? All these thoughts made the mare tremble in her suit…

Even as she would return the squirrels to a local park, she would still be pondering her own actions thus far.

The Mane-iac was – stunned. There was something about this enigmatic spectre which had utterly fascinated the arch-villainess, but assailed her with a surreal spin of deja vu as well. Was there something she was missing here? Or was this simply another affliction of her maligned, megalomaniac mind, warping her fragile lens of reality?

Fearful of the latter contingency just as soon as the thought presented itself; The Mane-iac soberly pondered this situation, which had wrought a creeping sense of ‘unreality’ upon her.

This, however, was not an ideal moment to ruminate on. She didn’t even see the streak of lightning rounding the corner; before she was suddenly knocked off her hooves by a passing flash barreling into her at incredible speed!

FILI-SECOND, she immediately realized - while ungracefully rolling into the pavement.

Her puzzlement was readily replaced by stark fury and outrage, as she stared down against the other costume-clad mare turning on her hind-heels at the other end of the block, as she herself rose back up by the tresses of her mane. The red discoloration of her eyes seemed to nearly eclipse the green, giving her a demonic look of mad hatred.

“HeardYouWereUpToTroubleAgain,Huh?PursesnatchingDoesn’tReallySeemToBeYour’Bag’,Mane-iac!” The sly scouter for the Power Ponies babbled confidently, glad to have landed the first blow upon her nemesis for once. Fili rushed at the mad mare again - but Mane-iac’s writhing green hair was already violently whipping around her in practically every forward-facing direction, and forced the speedster to risk a sharp turn at the last second - and then run around the block again in a dazzling streak of lightning - to pack a little more kinetic energy into the next hit.

This was exactly what Mane-iac had hoped for.

Even with less than a second to spare; she furnished a travel-sized aerosol can of her Hairspray Ray of Doom from the immense mass of mane from the back of her neck; and sprayed a wide field of mist around her, which the super-mare thoughtlessly blundered into an instant later - and frozen on the spot, subsequently causing her to to skip like a stone off the hard street, stiffened and inert.

“Haa HAHAHA HAHA!”

Triumphantly rising with a hateful, sneering grin as her quarry laid helpless and scraped up in the middle of the road, Mane-iac armed herself with another gimmicked hair accessory; a simple looking hair comb, which she viciously impales into the solid ground with incredible force to pin the speedster down by her mane, and with a twist of the comb’s handle she produces a thin blade - like an awl - and readies herself for the death blow!

Fortunately for Fili-Second, her imminent demise is narrowly avoided again by a loud crack of thunder erupting in the sky - which, too, was lighting up with brilliant streaks of lightning. An unmistakable tell-tale sign for The Mane-iac, undoubtedly from the accused weather-witch Zapp, that the Calvary was on it’s way!

Glad to have at least temporarily incapacitated the fasted of the group two-fold, the vindictive villainess kicks the prone mare in the stomach to knock the wind out of her even worse, before conceding to flee rather than face her other five adversaries - ill-prepared as she was. 

The park! That must have been where The Ghastly Visage said she was off to, what with that ‘squirrel’ business of her’s. Maretropolis’s Queen of Hair-Care Calamity couldn’t run the risk of losing her without getting the answers she needed to cope with their curious encounter, and this might be their last chance to interact before the Power Ponies intervened. And, being a mare with apparently no allegiance to either side of this mess, maybe she could possibly be a help in this situation - if she really is the ‘friend’ she says she is…

[crxzyfuture]

And indeed, the Mane-iac would find The Ghastly Visage at a nearby park, having just finished up her mission to put the squirrels back where they belong. She even seemed oblivious as to the super villainesses approach at first, but seeing her charge flee in terror and hearing a clamor of civilian ponies running for their lives as the Mane-iac enters the premesis was more than enough to get her attention.

Standing up, the ghostly mare turned around and smiled softly at her, "I guess later can be now. You sought me out..."

Her gaze silently followed a couple of ponies as they continued to run for only a moment before asking her 'guest', "Hark, what do you require, Mane-iac?"

[mane-iac-mayhem]

The Ghastly Visage:

She paused as the momentary blockage crossed her path, thinking over the Mane-iac’s words carefully before she spun around on her hooves and looked her in the eye. What came next was hardly anything she would normally say to anypony, let alone her friends, “I am not a hero…”

Her mouth kept moving, but Eden was not in control over what she was saying. It was almost as if she were possessed by the mask she wore. Truely, she didn’t need to be herself, and had embrassed that, “One cannot help what sort of life they are gifted. In that sense, these Squirrels are a lot like you. Cast aside from society, slipping through the cracks into a dark abyss from which there is hardly any returning, gifted with great power beyond your own comprehension and you use it to lash out at a world that has become a stranger to you.”

“I am no hero,” She repeated, taking a step backward and walking through the locks of hair blocking her path as if they were not even there, “I wasn’t gifted my powers, I was born with them. Molded by them… They became me. It wasn’t until years later that I realized my true calling. I was to guide lost souls to the light. I am The Ghastly Visage, and I speak for the Dead.”

She was on the other side of her hair now and turning away, paying Mane-iac little more mind as she continued to speak in passing, “You have found your Sunset. What need do you have of a pony like me? Now… If you will excuse me, I have some squirrels to take home before it gets too late.”

Ill-equipped with any expectations to take this phantasmal mare seriously, The Mane-iac became visibly distressed as The Ghastly Visage found better footing to truly intimidate her.

The mare’s words cut into her deep - thoroughly disarming the mare formerly known as Tresemmé; of part of the cognitive dissociation that she so greatly relied upon to impose her menacing persona publicly - without the true in-person experience of her actions, or their repercussions. She felt naked. Vulnerable, in front of this stranger - yet, strangely, could summon no will to retaliate blindly, as she often did in these circumstances.

The villainous mare gently descended from her hair-raised height back onto her hoofs, and apprehensively stopped the masked stranger again - only this time, with a gloved forehoof, in need of further understanding.

“How did you know about Sunset?” She asks in a disconcerted whisper, after needing a moment to summon the words in spite of her overwhelming disbelief. “Who– are you?” She inquires further, breathlessly, in spite of sounding as though she was on the edge of an epiphany which could answer her own question.

[crxzyfuture]

The mare smiled softly and stated in a quiet tone, as to keep this conversation between them, "Seek me out later. We can speak then. For now, consider me a friend not of this world."

She punctuated her final statement with a wink before gently brushing the super villainess aside, her hoof slightly passing through the crazed mare's form as The Ghastly Visage tried once again to leave for her current objective. The Squirrels had to come first. But despite knowing this, the mare behind the mask couldn't help but panic at her own actions. Just what the heck did she do?

There was being someone else because no one knows you, and then literally being someone else. And for a moment there she literally felt like somepony else. And the phasing... That wasn't her! She didn't even expect that. Sure. She had some ideas what she may be able to do when first arrived, but she had no control over that. What else could she do? Could she have harmed Mane-Iac by going through her like that? All these thoughts made the mare tremble in her suit...

Even as she would return the squirrels to a local park, she would still be pondering her own actions thus far.

[mane-iac-mayhem]

Apple Eden:

Everypony’s eyes were on her, causing the ghostly mare to shy away. However, she heard the murmur of the crowd of onlookers, a mix of confusion at who this new hero could be, who were they, can they handle the mistress of bad hair days, and a casual remark that she was doomed. Nopony knew her. She wasn’t recognized… Not even by her friend Tresseme. Something about that fact emboldened her… Before, even when in costume she was always known as Apple Eden, but here she was coming to realize, she didn’t have to be her. She could become the mask. Be a different pony.

It was an odd sensation, but not an unwelcome one. In this world of heroes, she could be one without fear… although, her first ‘fight’ is with her friend… that quickly put a dampener on her mood. However, not to be too dissuaded, she looked up at Mane-iac, matching her gaze with one of her own and said, “Listen, Mane-iac, I am holding a box containing a family of squirrels on my back, and if you make me do anything that would cause them harm, you will regret it. Now if you will excuse me, I need to put these little guys back where they belong… I will be with you in a moment.”

She has a lot of work to do with her heroic rebuttals. But at the very least she was straight to the point and serious as a heart attack, a stark contrast to her usual self. As much as she would like to chat with her friend right now, really they did not have the time. They both had ponies watching them closely, and she had to make sure these squirrels got home safe. To that end, she stepped out of the way and walked right past The Mane-iac, taking the box off her back and checking on her furry little friends.

In spite of initially seeming unperturbed by the relatively feeble threat, the curiosity of a superhero prioritizing squirrels over a wanted criminal blindsided The Mane-iac as striking odd.

Her eyes inconspicuously peered around the street, trying to ‘read the room’; as civilian ponies typically had a tendency to linger at a wide berth away from costumed mares who were liable to exchange blows - expectant of an imminent dual. Part of her felt nearly obligated to attack - but something about the rhythm between the two of them was off. Superheroes are supposed to PROVOKE these incidents, not walk away from them!

Still unsure how to play things by ear; The Mane-iac resigns to will a thick lock of hair down into the asphalt, blocking her path.

“…Seriously?!” The villainess could only respond; “And you call yourself a superhero? Protecting SQUIRRELS?”

[crxzyfuture]

She paused as the momentary blockage crossed her path, thinking over the Mane-iac’s words carefully before she spun around on her hooves and looked her in the eye. What came next was hardly anything she would normally say to anypony, let alone her friends, “I am not a hero...”

Her mouth kept moving, but Eden was not in control over what she was saying. It was almost as if she were possessed by the mask she wore. Truely, she didn’t need to be herself, and had embrassed that, “One cannot help what sort of life they are gifted. In that sense, these Squirrels are a lot like you. Cast aside from society, slipping through the cracks into a dark abyss from which there is hardly any returning, gifted with great power beyond your own comprehension and you use it to lash out at a world that has become a stranger to you.”

“I am no hero,” She repeated, taking a step backward and walking through the locks of hair blocking her path as if they were not even there, “I wasn’t gifted my powers, I was born with them. Molded by them... They became me. It wasn’t until years later that I realized my true calling. I was to guide lost souls to the light. I am The Ghastly Visage, and I speak for the Dead.”

She was on the other side of her hair now and turning away, paying Mane-iac little more mind as she continued to speak in passing, “You have found your Sunset. What need do you have of a pony like me? Now... If you will excuse me, I have some squirrels to take home before it gets too late.”

[crxzyfuture]

A hairy encounter… (Ponynet!verse)

Apple Eden, being the timid mare that she was, wasn’t usually one for doing away missions to other worlds on her own. However, this time she was adamant on doing so. Maretropolis was a big place, but she had to take this family of squirrels home. She could have just sent them through the portalon their own, however she had other business ther as well. It has been a while since Tresemme has been sighted online and she was beginning to get worried about her.

The last time she saw her was during the power ponies convention here in the castle, and judging by how deeply affected she seemed, Eden’s worries only seemed to get stronger. Before she stepped through the threshold with the basket of squirrels in her hooves, her friend LJ’s words echoed in her mind.

‘ This world is a place of heroes and villains. Odds are, you may wind up with more powers there than you are used to. I think… Just try not to get caught up in all of it and focus on your goal.’

Her goal was to make sure that her friend was alright. Extra abilities or not, she did intend to see things through. Little did she know that in the high rises and busy streets, she would no longer be Apple Eden, she would instead be known as The Gastly Visage.

Her coat had turned white as a ghost, and her mane flowed hither and thither, providing a momentary distraction before she noticed the rest of her. For just a moment, she thought she had been turned into a ghost. But after letting out a shriek of surprise, she was able to calm down. It was just her new look that came with the world. She remembered this… In order to blend in with worlds they go to, sometimes magic is needed to change their appearance and abilities. This is one such case. She lightly tugged on her skin tight grey suit and matching mask before the chittering of squirrels and chatting of surprised onlookers drew her attention from herself.

Perhaps she should get moving…

@mane-iac-mayhem

[mane-iac-mayhem]

The newly-christened crusader is greeted by the sight of a converging crowd of onlookers gathering on a street corner, adjacent to the city park - gasping and muttering worriedly at the sight of a tall mare in a lumpy, over-sized trench coat.. sporting also; a dark pair of sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat to match; as she makes a b-line to the gated exit, after - what could easily be gathered - callously assaulting some helpless old mare for her purse in broad daylight.

Keeping a careful look out on her six to appraise the scene for pursuers, the strikingly tall mare recklessly blunders into a small filly who trifles into her path, whom she bluntly knocks to the ground. This, in turn; knocks the sunglasses off of the mystery mare’s face, betraying an already loose disguise for all the world to see. That wicked hair-horse of hatred herself; The Mane-iac!

Welling up in stunted surge of visceral rancor for the much smaller filly, the wicked villainess raises her forehooves - and tramples on the innocent while continuing to flee. The eyes in her visage momentarily beamed bright red - almost fully eclipsing the discolored green in her irises.

She hadn’t even noticed the crowd until now, which stops her dead in her tracks like some hunted animal - teeth bared, in something between a vindictive grimace and a sardonic grin. But, as her trench coat flapped open in a gust of wind - revealing more than a few other purses she had prized from victims earlier in this evening outing, Maretropolis’s crowned Queen of Hair-Care Calamity then resigns herself, as usual, to wholly abandon an attempt at subtly.

A tress of green hair curls up on it’s own upon her head, and flings the hat into the crowd like a Frisbee, while the now-exposed mane running down her neck rips open the trench coat, for all of Maretropolis to glut their eyes upon her iconic uniform.

The crowd gasps in a broken unison of collective horror, and hurriedly disperses as The Malevolent Mane-iac elevates herself by the tendril-locks of her tail, cackling maniacally while swiping stragglers aside with a sweeping strike of a dense green ‘appendage’.

Then, 

The malignant mirth in her hateful visage falls away, as she sets her sights upon a costumed pony in her audience - whom she safely assumes to be another up-and-coming superhero.

Smirking with a condescending air upon her, she then leers down at the ‘hero’, flicking her chin up with a tress of hair, to stare down the ghostly looking mare with a wild, lunatic glare.

“New to town, aren’t you?” She remarks, punctuating the understatement of the century with a boisterous witch’s cackle.

[crxzyfuture]

Everypony's eyes were on her, causing the ghostly mare to shy away. However, she heard the murmur of the crowd of onlookers, a mix of confusion at who this new hero could be, who were they, can they handle the mistress of bad hair days, and a casual remark that she was doomed. Nopony knew her. She wasn't recognized... Not even by her friend Tresseme. Something about that fact emboldened her... Before, even when in costume she was always known as Apple Eden, but here she was coming to realize, she didn't have to be her. She could become the mask. Be a different pony.

It was an odd sensation, but not an unwelcome one. In this world of heroes, she could be one without fear... although, her first 'fight' is with her friend... that quickly put a dampener on her mood. However, not to be too dissuaded, she looked up at Mane-iac, matching her gaze with one of her own and said, "Listen, Mane-iac, I am holding a box containing a family of squirrels on my back, and if you make me do anything that would cause them harm, you will regret it. Now if you will excuse me, I need to put these little guys back where they belong... I will be with you in a moment."

She has a lot of work to do with her heroic rebuttals. But at the very least she was straight to the point and serious as a heart attack, a stark contrast to her usual self. As much as she would like to chat with her friend right now, really they did not have the time. They both had ponies watching them closely, and she had to make sure these squirrels got home safe. To that end, she stepped out of the way and walked right past The Mane-iac, taking the box off her back and checking on her furry little friends.

[crxzyfuture]

A hairy encounter... (Ponynet!verse)

Apple Eden, being the timid mare that she was, wasn't usually one for doing away missions to other worlds on her own. However, this time she was adamant on doing so. Maretropolis was a big place, but she had to take this family of squirrels home. She could have just sent them through the portalon their own, however she had other business ther as well. It has been a while since Tresemme has been sighted online and she was beginning to get worried about her.

The last time she saw her was during the power ponies convention here in the castle, and judging by how deeply affected she seemed, Eden's worries only seemed to get stronger. Before she stepped through the threshold with the basket of squirrels in her hooves, her friend LJ's words echoed in her mind.

‘ This world is a place of heroes and villains. Odds are, you may wind up with more powers there than you are used to. I think... Just try not to get caught up in all of it and focus on your goal.'

Her goal was to make sure that her friend was alright. Extra abilities or not, she did intend to see things through. Little did she know that in the high rises and busy streets, she would no longer be Apple Eden, she would instead be known as The Gastly Visage.

Her coat had turned white as a ghost, and her mane flowed hither and thither, providing a momentary distraction before she noticed the rest of her. For just a moment, she thought she had been turned into a ghost. But after letting out a shriek of surprise, she was able to calm down. It was just her new look that came with the world. She remembered this... In order to blend in with worlds they go to, sometimes magic is needed to change their appearance and abilities. This is one such case. She lightly tugged on her skin tight grey suit and matching mask before the chittering of squirrels and chatting of surprised onlookers drew her attention from herself.

Perhaps she should get moving...

@mane-iac-mayhem

[subetei-noykin]

War and Combat Centric Asks

♦ - What does fighting mean to your muse, and how different are they during battle?

♢ - What abilities does your muse possess that makes them an effective fighter?

♠ - What is your muse’s weapon of choice? Is it magical or mundane in nature?

♤ - Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic they don’t possess, what would your muse choose?

♣ - Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

♧ - Does your muse have any regrets about a battle or incident they had to fight in? Has it changed them?

♥ - Is there an opponent they’ve fought they’ve grown particularly attached to, love or hate?

♡ - If your muse were rendered unable to fight, what about them would change? Would they be able to handle it?

☊ - Give a list or description of particularly notable battles in your muse’s history. Do any stand out?

☋ - Does your muse believe in the ‘brothers and sisters of battle’ concept, growing close to their fellows, or are they distant from others?

⇖ - Is your muse attached to any particular weapon or piece of equipment they own?

⇘ - Has your muse ever used a combat vehicle or siege weapon in battle? Were they enthusiastic about it?

✓ - Has your muse ever lost anyone they cared about on the battlefield? Do they feel responsible?

✗ - Has your muse ever been a victim of friendly fire or been betrayed during a fight? How did they react?

☌ - Is your muse famous or infamous in their world for a battle or fight? Do they embrace or shy away from it?

☍ - Does your muse draw any inspirations for their combat style or spells from their past or the world they live in?

⇈ - Does your muse knowingly or unknowingly draw on any kind of power when they fight? Describe it?

⇊ - Does your muse have many scars or lasting effects from a battle? If not, do they keep any trophies or reminders?

⌤ - Is your muse uncomfortable outside of combat? Do they have problems socializing or relaxing?

™ - Do any inspirations for how your muse fights come from other media? List or describe them.

☎ - Describe your muse in RPG class or archetype terms. Do you actively push for them to be like this, or is it just a comparison point?

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

▶ - Do you have trouble writing your muse getting injured or hurting others? Describe what process you use to deal with it.

[crxzyfuture]

That feeling when you see peeps you want to interact with, but they have no idea who you are...

Making matters worse, you are as shy as your shyest muse.

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

He could tell of her discomfort and gave her a gentle smile. “This is simply the process of growing older. I know it’s uncomfortable. But please. Bear with me here. I just need to drain some of my magic. I need to do that. Or that magic will start to hurt. Not bad mind you. But think of it as really bad heartburn.” He explained to her.

[crxzyfuture]

She nodded slowly, "Is that it?"

Naturally her next question was, why come here to do it? Before she could ask that question however, she realized that the two of them were nowhere near Alter's lab, or even Twilight's. They had some walking to do. Perfect for some chitchat.

"Let’s get moving."

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

He smiled at her. “Sorry that I asked. But with how fluctuating my magic is I don’t know what will happen. I’m like a overflowing bucket under a faucet. I’m already full , yet more wants to be collected.” He said to her. It sounded painful.

[crxzyfuture]

She stated flatted, "I doubt a simple silencing spell is going to put a lid on that much magic..."

This was new, different. An uncomfortable different. What is it that she en plan to do here? Think Turbulent, think!

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

That made him pause. “Mind then I just teleport us to the castle. I know that either Twilight or her assistant will have something. And both of them really never sleep.” And it was a testament on how much he knew Twilight to know that he was joking.

[crxzyfuture]

She rolled her eyes, “perhaps she has inhibitors in her nonexistent dungeon!”

Clearly she has gained a sense of humor, but as it stands, this wasn’t helping either of them. To that end, she stated, “Let’s go… Alter might have something for you in his lab.”

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Da e gave a nod. And with a flash of light, they were gone.

He smiled as they re-appeared inside the castle. “There we are. No limbs gone I hope.” He asked as he looked at her and checked her.

[crxzyfuture]

"Ah! My sword arm!"

She gave him a wide smirk and playfully punched his arm, "Thanks..."

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

That made him pause. “Mind then I just teleport us to the castle. I know that either Twilight or her assistant will have something. And both of them really never sleep.” And it was a testament on how much he knew Twilight to know that he was joking.

[crxzyfuture]

She rolled her eyes, "perhaps she has inhibitors in her nonexistent dungeon!"

Clearly she has gained a sense of humor, but as it stands, this wasn't helping either of them. To that end, she stated, "Let’s go... Alter might have something for you in his lab."

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

And the only one she would find, was the stallion that was calmly trotting in the road.

He would seem strange, at least at first. But, he would be familiar. It was the clothes, and the shade of the hue of his coat and mane. But, he looked. Taller. More regal, and royal. Hell you would mistake him for one of the princesses if the heights didn’t quite match. And he looked older too.

The stallion saw her coming, and that familiar scar that stretched from his eye to his nose looked older too, and it wrinkled with his muzzle as he gave her a smile.

“Hello Turbulent.” He said in greeting to her.

[crxzyfuture]

Turbulent blinked in surprise, pausing mid gait just to look at the strange Alicorn. If it weren’t for that look he was giving her, and his voice, he may have mistaken him for somepony else, “Dave?”

She planted her legs firmly on the ground and looked him up and down once more, still in disbelief, “What the buck happened to you? You have been gone for months!”

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

He smiled at her, looking a bit sad, but also happy. “I had to deal with a few things on my end. And got twisted in things along the way.” He explained to her and smiled.

He looked. Well. He looked good. And the magic that was thrumming for him, it seemed to cause him slight discomfort, but he was trying to keep it in and in control.

“You probably came here because you felt the magic?” He asked, already knowing on the reason why she had come here, and it hadn’t been because she knew he was coming.

[crxzyfuture]

She nodded slowly, “Can I ask you keep a lid on that? You will wake up all the unicorns in the neighborhood.”

And she wasn’t kidding either. At this range, more unicorns were sure to be roused from their slumber and investigate. That cannot happen. Even being this close to him herself was beginning to bother her to some degree. Just what sort of power boost did he get!

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

“In my state. Easier said then done.” He admitted. How could he explain this?

“I’m ascending Turbulent. And this is a side effect. I won’t be able to release any magic. At least not yet.” He said and then had an idea. “Do you have an inhibitor on you? That might keep it in check.” He suggested to her.

[crxzyfuture]

She grimaced, "I have a silencing sword skill, but I would rather not harm you to use it."

First time seeing him in months and hurting him? No thank you! There had to be some other way. Perhaps Alter could have something for this? But he was asleep right now.

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

And the only one she would find, was the stallion that was calmly trotting in the road.

He would seem strange, at least at first. But, he would be familiar. It was the clothes, and the shade of the hue of his coat and mane. But, he looked. Taller. More regal, and royal. Hell you would mistake him for one of the princesses if the heights didn’t quite match. And he looked older too.

The stallion saw her coming, and that familiar scar that stretched from his eye to his nose looked older too, and it wrinkled with his muzzle as he gave her a smile.

“Hello Turbulent.” He said in greeting to her.

[crxzyfuture]

Turbulent blinked in surprise, pausing mid gait just to look at the strange Alicorn. If it weren’t for that look he was giving her, and his voice, he may have mistaken him for somepony else, “Dave?”

She planted her legs firmly on the ground and looked him up and down once more, still in disbelief, “What the buck happened to you? You have been gone for months!”

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

He smiled at her, looking a bit sad, but also happy. “I had to deal with a few things on my end. And got twisted in things along the way.” He explained to her and smiled.

He looked. Well. He looked good. And the magic that was thrumming for him, it seemed to cause him slight discomfort, but he was trying to keep it in and in control.

“You probably came here because you felt the magic?” He asked, already knowing on the reason why she had come here, and it hadn’t been because she knew he was coming.

[crxzyfuture]

She nodded slowly, "Can I ask you keep a lid on that? You will wake up all the unicorns in the neighborhood."

And she wasn't kidding either. At this range, more unicorns were sure to be roused from their slumber and investigate. That cannot happen. Even being this close to him herself was beginning to bother her to some degree. Just what sort of power boost did he get!

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was… She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

And the only one she would find, was the stallion that was calmly trotting in the road.

He would seem strange, at least at first. But, he would be familiar. It was the clothes, and the shade of the hue of his coat and mane. But, he looked. Taller. More regal, and royal. Hell you would mistake him for one of the princesses if the heights didn’t quite match. And he looked older too.

The stallion saw her coming, and that familiar scar that stretched from his eye to his nose looked older too, and it wrinkled with his muzzle as he gave her a smile.

“Hello Turbulent.” He said in greeting to her.

[crxzyfuture]

Turbulent blinked in surprise, pausing mid gait just to look at the strange Alicorn. If it weren't for that look he was giving her, and his voice, he may have mistaken him for somepony else, "Dave?"

She planted her legs firmly on the ground and looked him up and down once more, still in disbelief, "What the buck happened to you? You have been gone for months!"

[crxzyfuture]

It had been some months since Dave had left the others. He had given his goodbyes, and had said that his reasonings were that he felt that he needed to go for a while. It would be clear to those that knew him at least better, of the reasons why. And one of them would be able to see the sad look on a certain Storm, he was in agreement after all. But Dave came back, and it was felt more then seen. It was felt in the slight shift in the world, in power. And that power belonged to him.

Turbulent Quercus felt this sudden shift in power, as she was the only one I noticed Ponyville really awake at this time of night. Her magic quivered slightly as she gripped the hilt of her blade, “What was that?”

Whatever it was, it had to have had enormous amounts of power to be felt by her just now. And whatever it was... She simply had to find out before anypony else does. She tore of five down the streets and towards the source of the disturbance.