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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 9:57:57 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 504: Unfortunate Timing Team Leader: Bastian Participants: Artanis, Hazel, Icarus, Jindosh, Joanne, Mas, Oath Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: You make your way through the murky, convoluted labyrinth of the tunnels beneath Valore. The honeycomb is nearly unnavigable, apart from the Smugglers who’ve mapped their messy maze in their minds and the few, unlucky Chevaliers that get assigned to shepherd labor slaves down here. Luckily there doesn’t seem to be any sign of those stuck-up enforcers about. After all, they don’t exactly approve of your activities. You look for signs of other Smugglers, headed to the same meeting as you. Aboveground, three horses make plans just as solid as the foundation they’re standing on. Location: Valore, Smuggler Tunnels Time of Day: Early Morning Current Weather: Clear, Cold Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:38:43 GMT -6
The early rays of Ignacio’s sun were edging out from behind the city, slowly consuming the shadows of the night away. It seemed that with the arrival of Winter, the sun adopted a slower pace to rise and shine down upon the world. On the other end, The City of Valore had already began bustling to life. All residents, from young to old, had started their daily routine before the sun rose; fighting off the clutches of sleep while wrapped in the blanket of dawn.
Despite the appearance of the sun, the early morning air clung onto the residing chill of night. It wasn’t cold enough to impair the residents of Valore much, confident in the building heat of Ignacio’s sun to replace the chill. But for an older member of the herd, such as Bastian himself, he could never quite escape from the chill entirely. His bones were more receptive to the chill, and all the more reluctant to relieve him of it. But, he wasn’t quite yet going to let his weary bones get the best of him. Letting out small sigh, Bastian strolled through the streets of Valore; his gait slowed by the morning chill. To most unsuspecting individuals, Bastian may only appear to be but a simple commoner. But that was far from the truth. The elder was a bonafide smuggler, hiding under the guise of being a librarian to the public eye. For a majority of his lifetime, Bastian has aided in the smuggling business and built his life around it. So it comes as no surprise how naturally he can find his way to the abandoned tunnels of Valore, that have aided smugglers from all around in their illegal ventures for years.
Upon his arrival to the infamous tunnel, he was met with semi-familiar faces of a few fellow smugglers; although none as quite experienced as himself. They had all been waiting for the elder stallion to arrive, but for how long Bastian would not be quite sure. Although, Bastian was familiar with one of them. Among the group was his own protege Mas, a wet behind the ears stallion who had much to learn from Bastian about the underground world of smuggling. Sending a warm smile to Mas, Bastian offered his own greetings to the others waiting before silently entering the all-too-familiar tunnels he’d grown old with.
At first glance, the smuggling tunnels appear abandoned with it’s unkempt entrance and crumbling stones. But within the deepest parts of the tunnels, is a well-lit and frequently traveled path for both outsiders and residents of Valore. The ceilings span out wide and high, casting themselves into the shadows as they tower above the burning torches resting on the walls. Bastian hums gently to himself, finding both the silence uncomfortable and the echoing of his voice amusing.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 15, 2017 22:06:14 GMT -6
A R T A N I S
Aodh Smuggler
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It was cold. Cold as balls. And he didn’t appreciate it. Flashy McFlash stood among the other gathered Smugglers, his wings tucked tightly to his body, held in such a way that he attempted to trap the warmth of his own body and keep it close. His feathers were ruffled, puffed up, and it was painfully obvious that he was uncomfortable. Despite it all, the hybrid stood with a bright and shining smile on his face. Artanis was always a happy face, even in the face of such discomfort and when times were tough, he was smiling. He stood among the gathered folks and watched as Bastian, the old man, arrived at the infamous tunnel. He wasn’t particularly familiar with the gaunt figure that was the older smuggler, but he offered him a beaming smile in greeting anyway… unsurprisingly.
As Bastian entered the seemingly abandoned tunnel, Artanis followed, but not before gently bopping the youngest amongest, Mas, roughly with his wing. He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d done it, it just seemed… like the right thing to do. The hybrid pranced forward, pep in his step, teeth and horn gleaming in the dim light of the evenly spaced torches that clung to the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure why they’d gathered, seemed a bit odd, but it didn’t really matter. Something, somewhere had to be done, someone needed something. That’s how it always was and, luckily for all involved, Artanis wasn’t ever one to complain. The hybrid simply pranced alone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 22:29:44 GMT -6
The cold chill ran through the stallion's coat, rustling his messily tied up hair and playing with the large, colorful fins that sprouted from his skin. His coat was too thin for the likes of winter. Years of being coddled by his parents and bought only the best coats had trained his fur to not grow more than needed under Ignacio's sun. Well, now he was regretting it, as he stood among other smugglers as he waited for Bastien to arrive.
Luckily, Mas did know at least one of them there, and he took it upon himself to snuggle up beside him. Artanis, with his large, fluffy feathered wings blocked him from most of the breeze chill. A part of him wanted to go home and curl back up under the warm blankets his mother had bought him, but he was a smuggler now. He had to act like it. His hooves would get dirty and his coat would get scuffed.. this was his life now.
Letting out a breath between gritted teeth, his ears pressed back. As lovely as it sounded, he wasnt so sure getting his hooves dirty was something he exactly wanted. He did just get them polished, after all.
However, his doubt was quick to leave his mind as he found the familiar form of Bastien approaching, his face lighting up as the elder stallion smiled at him. Now that Mas was no longer on "good" terms with his father, he felt that Bastien had done a good job of taking his place. Whether or not Bastien felt the same way, Mas did not particularly know, but he sure felt too guilty to speak to his own father again. The older unicorn would have to do.
Just as Mas was about to step into line behind Bastien, he felt a rough thump against his side from colorful feathers. Stumbling over his own small hooves, he caught himself just before he hit the dirt. "What was that for!" He yelped, but couldnt keep the smile off his face as he chased down his overgrown prancing friend and headbutted his side for good measure. Mas was aware he was weak and probably felt like a brush more than a hit, but it was the thought that counted.
Quieting as they entered the tunnel, the golden young stallion let a soft smile play across his lips as he listened to the content humming of his mentor.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 18, 2017 20:04:00 GMT -6
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The pegasus left his workshop in the early morning, the sun barely kissing the night sky and putting the twin moons to bed. Ignacio's light ever so slowly crawling up from the horizon. Taking its first warming breath over the city of Valore. The chill in the air froze Jin’s breath, but his child like excitement and glee kept him warm. Today would be his biggest achievement so far. His technology advancing his herd like never before. The pegasus basically skipped through the gates, a chevaliar on either side. “Morning Fella’s” The appy chirped cheerfully. Though only receiving a few mumbled grones back, that he believed may have been some sort of greeting. The stallion kept a moderate pace while traveling outside the city wall’s. Signs of the great ferocious dragon still lay visible with blackened scorch marks lining the cities towering outside structure. The farm’s had still not recovered fully from the incident. They had made great progress re-building the houses and barns but the land would still need some healing.
The pegasus walked out a few miles. The city fortress still in view but from here it looks like an ants kingdom. Jindosh approached the covered machine. Thankfully it had looked untouched, apart from the newly settled dew on the protective tarp. Most of this machine was smithed and built in the workshop. But had proven difficult to maneuver to a testing zone while still in Valore. Jin had decided to strip the machine to about half its weight and size before leasing a few labor slaves to pull it all the way out here. And then re-assembling it to the best of his ability. The stallion had tested it himself. Though only for a few moments in his shop. It hadn’t been retried all the way out here.
The inventor began tinkering here and there. Tightening gears, bolts, the lot. Checking the machine over for its demo test in front of the Architects. The appy took a rag over the metal work, passing over an engraving. The stallion stopped to polish the specific spot. “Mom said it was a bad omen to patent the prototype” Jindosh recalled in his head. His eyes staring down at the brand with a face full of accomplishment. His fiery coloured orbs tracing the lines of the falcon shaped etching before following his first and house name. Commoner or not. He still was brought up in a Noble house. He still carried that name even though he will never be known by it. After all he was the last to be given that name, and it will most likely die with him.
The inventor let time fly by while he tinkered and improved his machine. A few hours had let the sun rise and the land around warm up. But thankfully still cold enough to have the valley ground frozen stiff. The perfect way to show off the new toy. Jin himself was still wrapping his head around the whole steam powered thing. It was so easy, a child could do it. Lighting a small flame and bringing the coals to boiling point, heating the water so much so it evaporates and boom! There you have it. A fully functioning … It still had to be named. Jin couldn’t lie. He was bad at naming things and nothing had sounded cool enough for him yet.
The stallion stopped to wipe his brow. Looking down, back off into the direction of Valore. He could see the visible bright shapes traveling in his direction. This had the be the Architects. Jindosh quickly made his last finishing touches before lighting the coals. A cheesy grin lining his lips.
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Post by nereidastriton on Dec 18, 2017 20:41:36 GMT -6
Hazel wc: 279
The sound of footsteps echoed through the almost pitch black tunnels. A dark brown mare confidently made her way through the tunnels. She walked at a slow and measured pace, listening for other footsteps. Her bright green eyes cautiously flicked back and forth over the tunnel in front of looking out for Chevaliers. As she made her way through the tunnels she thought about the life she'd chosen. Smuggling was dangerous and could easily cost her life if she wasn't careful. She could have a good, long life if she stopped smuggling but she could never make herself do lit. Freeing those who were trapped with no other way out was just to important to her. Hazel knew that every time she chose to smuggle someone, left off at a drop point or made her way to a meeting like she was now, she put her life at risk but she would never regret it. Walking through the tunnels always made her think of such things, the things ignored in her day to day life. She pushed those thoughts away as she came to the well lit meeting point. As she in she saw a small young stallion head but a beautiful unicorn, pegasus hybrid with a playful smile. Hazel shook her head with a small smile. The younger stallion had guts that was for sure. Seh made herself paly no more attention to her interactions she made her way to the back of the group. She didn't know any of the gathered horses so she made herself comfortable and waited for the meeting to start, keeping an eye on the pair that caught her eyes as she waited. |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 18, 2017 20:52:33 GMT -6
Icarus|Aodh Arctitect
Icarus hated waking up early. But, he got up, wrangled his hair into a manageable ponytail, threw on his bridle, and set out. But not before popping back inside to snag his notebook and pen. He clicked it, scribbling to make sure it worked, before setting off.
His hooves sent sparks flying from the cobble, his bridle jangling as the architect trotted towards the gates of the city. Icarus's breath heaved in his chest as he slowed to a stop. He nodded to the Chevailers, moving through to go the gates after a quick flick of his identification. His hooves sank into grass and Icarus jumped at the unfamiliar sensation. Then, he trotted forth.
The valley expanded around him, leaving him in awe of its splendor. The dawn painted him in golden light, gleaming off his sapphire horns as he trotted across the valley. He could see the Pegasus inventor from here and he dipped his head in greeting as he pulled close.
"Good day to you!" He said, before pink eyes locked on the machine.
"Oh my! Its as spledid as advertised!" He gushed, pulling out his notebook to scribble a brief drawing into its pages.
"Oh forgive me for my dreadful manners. I am Icarus Deval, an Architect. Although, you probably deduced that from my being here. "
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 19, 2017 0:16:02 GMT -6
Joanne
Smuggler
Late as always and covered in flour, Joanne smiled faintly as she made her way quickly down the street, pink hair whipping with the wind as she made her way jauntily down the street. Joanne had already been up for a few hours, up before the suns (gods she hated early delivers) and making sure the bake shop would be able to run well without her. It was her day off after all!
And there was no better way than to spend it with some quality times with her other smugglers in the Labyrinth that laid below Valore!
When she finally arrived, the latter of the smugglers had already entered, Joanne picking up her pace to join them in the tunnel entrance, grinning and winking at anyone who turned her way. In all honesty, she couldn't exactly remember why they were having a meeting, but it was obviously important, especially since it was so damn early. Joanne would just grin and bear it, besides it was all for the better good wasn't it? Damn right it was. Glancing behind herself, Joanne took a last glimpse at the horizon before heading deeper into the tunnels.
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Post by MissAlmighty on Dec 19, 2017 9:23:27 GMT -6
Oath | Aodh | Architect A night or so ago, a pegasus by the name of Jindosh had apprached Oath at his stall in the marketplace. Oath had been trying to peddle off his stonewares when the feathered and delighted fellow had all but pounced on him. "I've invented a machine to help you, Architect!" Or something along those lines at least. Oath had been increasingly skeptical as the other stallion had blabbered on about his invention; no details, just the promise of easier work for the stone-cutters and builders of Aodh. An invitation to see it in action on the outskirts of the city had Oath heavily debating. On one hoof, he could check out the crazy thing and perhaps invest in something worth while. On the other, his business would suffer from his being away to see it. His sister and mother too busy tending the shop, the house, he was left as the only one able to go. So, in the end, Oath had opted to check out this stranger's invention, if only for a change of scenery. On short legs, the fjord made his way to the meeting place and arrived just as another architect did. Icarus, he reminded himself. He'd met the other stallion once or twice, by chance of working in the same field, but beyond physical recognition, Oath had paid the other colt little mind over the time he'd known of his existence. Perhaps today would change that. After all, if Icarus was here, that meant he had an interest in this Jindosh's invention, perhaps even an interest in investing. They would become partners in business if both architects did indeed invest in this machine. It certainly looked worth an interested gander. Huge machinery and mechanical parts towered over the shortest stallion there. He tilted his head sideways to look up at the thing. Must've been made with the average horses' height in mind. Leggy things. "It's bigger than I thought it'd be!" His accented voice drawled. He nodded to Icarus as he came to stand with the others. "Looking forward to seeing how this invention of yours works, Jindosh." His tone was almost teasing, suggesting the pegasus had indeed invented something he thought to be truly bizarre. He wouldn't outright say so, of course, even to a commoner. Such rudeness was a waste. He'd give Jindosh a change to show off and impress. WC: 396 | Post #1 |
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Post by Royaltrix on Dec 23, 2017 16:50:54 GMT -6
B A S T I A N "Youth can not know how age thinks and feels.
But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young." As they continued to delve deeper and deeper into the tunnels, Bastian noticed they had a late arrival meeting up with them; little bits of flour dusting their body. Looking back at the pink-haired smuggler, he smiled gently and offered her a small greeting. "Glad you could make it!" he paused, a teasing tinge laced in his voice. "A little later than was agreed upon, but it's good to see you here none-the-less." Resuming his gentle hum, he turned his attention away from the pink-haired mare, he eyed Mas curiously, aware of the playful bantering and bumping happening between him and the horned pegasus. Bastian could not recall his protege ever talking to him about the other, so in order to rectify that Bastian decided it might be best to have everyone formally introduce themselves to fill the silence in the air. Ending his hum on a softer note, he spoke into the silence that hung around the group of smugglers. "Well, since we're still a bit a ways from the main chamber, how about we get to know one another a little better?" he paused, smiling brightly at the group. "I propose a small game in order to do so! It's rather simple, really. I will start, stating my name and listing of 2 interesting facts or quirks about myself. Then after I finish, I ask a random question to the horse to my left, and so on and so forth until it comes back to me!" he cheered, his smile gleaming in the torchlight. "Of course, if you don't wish to participate that is fine as well." he finished gently, aware that not all smugglers would be as forthcoming as the elder himself.
"So, who would like to participate?" he inquired, slightly buzzing with intrigue to learn more about the younger smugglers around him.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 24, 2017 23:54:43 GMT -6
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The pegasus bowed his head a little as the other two gave their greeting. The stallion turned his full attention to both Architects. Ready to answer their questions and concerns. “The sun shines upon you” Jin responded to Icarus, thanking him for the compliment. Pleasing the appy even more. “Ah yes I believe I met you the other day as I was advertising its demo. Yes, I do remember your face” Jin smiled at the Unicorn then turning his concern to Oath. “Ah, Well yes. At the moment it is quite large but it is new technology. And shrinking everything will come with time. As of right now, two labor slaves are able and needed to pull the machine. But in doing so, it allows the appropriate speed for the toughness of the terrain.” The pegasus reassured him. Again nodding at his reassuring words. “Right, to show you both how this works?” Jindosh beyond them forward to the contraption.
Jin gestured to a grate. “Coal goes in here. Above the burning area, there is a small drum filled with water.” He pointed to a cork, blocking a hole in the metal exterior “Of course it does need to be filled every so often along with the coals being fed.” Jin took a breath, obvious glee and excitement in his voice as he showed the architects his toy. Even if they didn’t understand a thing. “As the water heats, hot air travels along here and this other water chamber cools the hot air, making it into steam, which allows the digging tools at the back to move.” The pegasus walked them around to the back end again. “Now, if my calculations are correct. I believe the machine is ready to display is power and just what it can do. Have a step back and i'll get her going!” Jindosh smiled as he stepped around the side of the machine, pulling a chain which seemed to let a puff of steam out. And not a few moments later the spaded tools began churning. Their first few strokes didn’t seem to do anything but as they seemed to warm up, it really was working. They were stomping through the hardened ground, breaking the icy top layer of the grass without effort. Jin laughed in happiness. “Look at her go boys! Isn’t she a spectacular sight.” Jin pranced around the two architects. Flustering his wings out.
Although under hoof the ground did rumble a little at the machines thrusting, it didn’t seem bad at all and Jin expected it even. His ears danced as he heard every gear churn inside of the beast. “Well, it just seems like all I have to do now is name her now.” The stallion turned to architects. “How about you two, any ideas? Would one of you like a go at naming a potential piece of history?” The stallion said cockily. At that, the machine progressively got faster. At first, Jin didn’t notice amongst his excitement, turning his back on “her”. The appy’s ears pricked as he caught the churning getting louder. His head slowly swung around to face the machine. Jin cocked an eyebrow as the stikes became faster, before taking a step forward. “Ho-oh, this isn’t good” he pondered to himself. Not wanting to scare the Architects away. A half nerves chuckle left the stallion's mouth. “Alright, I don’t want the machine to overwork itself. I believe it's showed you both enough” Of course trying to hid the fact that it was getting uncomfortable fast. The pegasus quickly stepped over to the side of the machine again. Pulling another chain. But nothing seemed to happen. Jin's eyes went large in surprise. “Um, It takes a small bit to calm down again, just… just let it cool off” Unease in his voice. He knew full well it wouldn’t cool off. The “emergency” stop mechanism wasn’t working, either that or it didn’t have water in the cooldown tank. “Shit” the word quietly escaped his lips.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 30, 2017 21:14:08 GMT -6
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GASP. Artanis felt his wings unfurl in surprise as the small goldfish hippocampus charged and drove his small head into his side. The exaggerated woosh of air escaped his lungs as those same unfurled wings wrapped dramatically around his form as he stumbled and staggered. He fell to his knees in the muck of the tunnels, wings clutching at his side as though he was truly wounded by the actions of the small colt. He crawled there on his knees, groaning and whining, so as to not be left behind by the group.
“Alas, I have been slain… the young colt has crushed by lungs through the brute force of his frame, deliver me from this ordinary existence, oh sweet Alya…” He gargled helplessly, words decorated with gasps, skyward looks, and delivered in such a superbly over dramatic fashion. At some point, he reached out with one of his wings, wrapped it around the lad’s neck, and jerked him towards him, squeezing him close so that their faces touched. “Why, my boy, why have you done this?” He continued to dramatize his death, well… until Bastion turned around and cast a glance in their direction. He coughed, ruffled the colt’s mane, and released him all while clambering back to his own hooves. His knees were fairly muddy and gross from crawling along for such a distance, but… well, such was the price one paid for such fine theatre.
Artanis shifted and listened to Bastion as he proposed a game. He was down for a game, he enjoyed games… yeah. “Sure, I’ll play.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 19:11:38 GMT -6
Mas paused and glanced over his shoulder as the dramatic cries of Artanis found his ears. The young stallion scrunched his nose in a chuckle as the pegasus drug himself across the ground, only to be caught by surprise by a colorful wing wrapping around his neck and dragging him to the ground with him. The smaller stallion struggled, unable to contain his joyful laughter as he tried to get away. "Let me go!" He giggled, planting his hooves in the ground and sitting back. Unfortunately, Artanis had already let go at this point, sending the sorrel stallion to the dirt himself.
Hooves flailing, Mas managed to get himself back upright. He sputtered as he tried to regain his breath. His hair had fallen from its messy bun, long curly locks now falling over his bright orange eyes. Puffing a few strands from his face, Mas pouted at his colorful friend. "This is your fault." He scoffed, though didnt bother to fix his hair. It was all in good fun.
Curved ears flicked forward at the mention of a game and his smile found his lips once more. "I'll play too!" He chirped, bouncing to catch up with the moving smugglers.
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Post by nereidastriton on Jan 3, 2018 20:45:48 GMT -6
Hazel Word count 190
Hazel looked away from the two horses that were for lack of better words horsing around as a pink haired mare entered the chambers. She listened carefully as Bastian greeted her. She was interested in what the meeting was going to be about and eager to get to know some of the other smugglers. Her posture stiffed slightly as he explained the game he wanted to play. She debated not playing but as two horse had already volunteered she quickly brushed that idea aside, not wanting to lose face in front of everyone or look like a coward. Her temper slowly began to rise the more she thought about how unfair it was to be forced into a position she didn't want but she squashed it down, now was neither the time or place.
She forced a convincing smile on her beautiful face and sweetly answered "I guess I'll play too. It could be fun to get to know everyone." Her green eyes lazily swept around the room almost daring someone to say no and face her wrath. If she had to be uncomfortable then so did they she decided.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 20:18:48 GMT -6
Joanne
Smuggler Wearing her cocky grin, Joanne's ears snapped towards Bastian as the older stallion spoke, his voice echoing through the cave and joining the sound of their scattered hoof steps. "Damn right I'll play!" Joanne joined in with the others, Playfully hitting their rump against hazel's and givin the mare a wink. Best time to flirt was always in the dark, dank tunnels of the Aodh underground. It really set the mood. Laughing with mas and the others, Joanne couldn't help but feel excited about what they were doing, the feeling mixing in with the adrenaline and coursing through her veins. Sighing dreamily, Joanne couldn't help but smile crookedly as they made their way forward.
Matching pace just a little behind Bastian, Joanne couldn't help but flick her ears as the ground underneath their hooves rumbled ever so slightly. It was honestly nothing, she chalked up. There were like... five of them walking at the same time, right? Eh, she was never good at math. Flicking her hair up and away from her eyes, Joanne kept her trademark smile going as she waited for Bastian to begin this little game of his.
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Post by MissAlmighty on Jan 6, 2018 19:33:34 GMT -6
Oath | Aodh | Architect Jin was just as bubbly as the day he'd met the guy. Bouncing around like a yearling colt he explained his great machine and how it would solve hours of work with just two strong workers to pull the giant thing. Alright, Oath would admit he was curious now. He watched with quiet intrigue as Jindosh ran over how it worked- the coal, the boiler, steam powered as it was. At Jin's warning, Oath stepped back- and stepped further back again just to be safe. Gods knew this was quite the new-fangled thing, with all that steam and metal, he wasn't sure it wouldn't explode once Jindosh started the thing. Sure enough, though, and seemingly to Jindosh's expectations and delight, the machine started to whirl and churn. Oath stood, honestly impressed, as Jin flustered around them with joy and relief. "Positively remarkable..." Oath agreed with the lad, though he watched it unblinking. He could feel the earth under his hooves trembling from the force of the... tiller. He made a note to think more on that name, to suggest it to Jindosh later once things quieted down a bit. As if on cue, the machine began to rumble louder. "Is she supposed to be growlin' like that, Jindosh?" He queried, just as Jin turned to turn it off. The pegasus did not hid his concern well, perhaps because Oath had come into this skeptical as it was. As the monster of machinery rejected Jin's attempts to shut her down, Oath found himself backing away further. "Jindosh?" He echoed, concern lacing his unsteady voice all the more. "That doesn't look like its cooling off to me..!" His front hoof stamped the ground uselessly, instinctively, in his alarm and one could call the stallion rightfully spooked now, eye whites showing as he stared across at the machinery now of its own accord churning away at the ground. "How do we shut it down?" Finally he broke eye contact with the thing and turned frightened browns on Jindosh, his fellow architect forgotten in his mixed fright, panic and scorn for the thing's creator. WC: 355 | Post #2 |
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Post by Royaltrix on Jan 7, 2018 19:11:08 GMT -6
B A S T I A N "Youth can not know how age thinks and feels.
But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young." Now, Bastian was no fool. Seeing the dust and cracks above him vibrate to life from some unknown source above them had him concerned for both the secrecy of the smuggling ring, and the well-being of the other smugglers accompanying him. But surely, with how far the tunnels ran beneath the ground they would remain unharmed as a whole. How silly of me. he thought. I should know better than to fear some construction work above us. I've walked these tunnels for years now and they withstood the nastiest of quakes from within Kaia's earth. There's no need to fear it. No need at all.
Dismissing his concerns with a slight shake of his head, the unicorn suppressed the feeling, believing there to be no use in causing unnecessary anxiety among the group.
"Wonderful! I'm glad everyone decided to join in." he hummed cheerily, taking a moment to decide what to say about himself. "Well, If you were not already aware of this, my name is Bastian! A few interesting things about me could be that I am well versed in various forms of literature and I've been a smuggler for roughly 30 years now." Now that his turn was over with, he turned his attention towards the hybrid and flashed him a bright grin filled with an unexpected cheekiness to it. "Now, how did you come to know Mas so well?" he raised his voice slightly louder, not enough to considered a shout, but just enough to be heard over the consistent rattling above the tunnels. #2 | 257 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 17:47:33 GMT -6
At the sound of the rattling above, Mas turned his gaze up, brows narrowed. To him, it sounded like a mini earthquake. Something - whatever it was - was rattling and making quite the ruckus. Biting his lip, concern filling his eyes, he turned his attention to Bastian with a questioning gaze. However, his older mentor didnt seem to be worried, so Mas tried his best to brush it off his shoulder.
It sure was unsettling, though.
In order to help his nerves, he focused on the conversation from the game. His gaze fixated on Artanis when Bastian asked how the two of them knew each other. Mas thought of the loudly colored hybrid to be like the brother he never had. Well, Mas had tons of siblings, and many of them were brothers, but.. Artanis was special. He actually liked him.
Another rumble sounded from above, dust falling from the ceiling of the tunnel. Mas coughed as some found his nostrils, causing him to snort as he tried to fight the urge to sneeze. Just as he had removed the dust from his nose, he felt something hard bounce off his head.
"Ouch!" The young stallion frowned, looking down to find a rock falling to a rest at his hooves. His eyes widened as he turned and looked above, large cracks forming over his head.
"Uhh... guys." He piped up, but looked to find that he was being left behind. Leaping forward, he shouted, his voice frantic, "Bastian!" Curled ears pressed back against his neck as another piece of debris collided with his back and fell to the ground.
The tunnel was caving under whatever contraption was malfunctioning above.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 16, 2018 16:55:38 GMT -6
Icarus|Aodh Architect
Icarus had watched in a bit of awe as the machine was turned on. Of course, as gullible as he was, he didn't realize anything was wrong until it was too late.
The ground cracked and split under his sapphire hooves. The unicorn released a bleat, not unlike the sound a goat would make. He tried to scramble back, twisting his head from side to side, trying to find a nice patch of ground away from the machine.
"O-On second thought-!" The ground was giving way more. He scrambled back, tossing his head up. His bridle jangled, legs shaking and nearly collapsing under him.
He scrambled back further, making a leap back onto terra firma. Only to find it cracking to. Everywhere Icarus's eyes landed, the ground was covered in cracks. Some thin as hairs, others as large and as long as his legs.
Its not gonna turn off The thought dawned on him fairly quickly.
Something is under us. We are gonna fall through. Was the second, rhetorical as it may be. But Icarus was slowly beginning to piece it together. Not enough to figure out exactly what lay in wait beneath his hooves, but to know that something was down there. Otherwise the ground wouldn't have been doing this.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 20, 2018 20:13:37 GMT -6
Jindosh
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Jindosh teeter-tottered his feet in alarm. Panic and anxiety latched onto him like leeches, sucking him dry from any reason or other possible emotion. What the hell was he to do? It not like he couldn’t, no wouldn’t abandon his machine. And it wasn’t going out anytime soon. There was enough coal in there to keep it going for a few hours and it only seemed to get faster. The next thing the Pegasus thought to do was try and blow the flames out with his wings. Obviously stressful situations are not his strong suit. He opened and closed his wings frantically. Fanning the contraptions flaming coal engine. But of course, it was only feeding the flames.
He could feel the ground below crumble as the machine rumbled and churned. It groaned and wailed loudly, the pressure beginning to go over its limit. The steam whistled from the pipes and bits and pieces seemed to burst at their seams. Pebbles leaped up, thrown around like ragdolls, carelessly bounding and bounding around the pegasus’ hooves. It would seem like an earthquake if Jindosh wasn’t standing right at the source.Jin went to turn tail but his reaction to late. A loud gasping noise could be heard from him. The ground under hoof swallowed the machine followed by the Inventor and two architects. Falling into a pit below. The last thing Jin remembered seeing was light coming from below and an audible metal twang and splattering of pieces before it all went black.
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Post by MissAlmighty on Jan 21, 2018 15:13:34 GMT -6
Oath | Aodh | Architect He got no answer. With a thunderous crack that shook him through the ground split beneath their hooves. Oath watched the machine disappear into the rising debris as the cloud of dirt and a storm of earth suddenly consumed the three above, himself included. The world gave way beneath his late-fleeing feet and he found himself running and stumbling and twisting on ground that soon rose above him and away. Something angled broke his fall and he slid with a pained groan a few inches before the brown and gray chaos turned black, topsoil and grit burying him. Through the dirt in his ears he could still hear the machine in its roaring fury but not the same, grinding to a halt eventually after the sharper hisses of destruction signaled its demise. With a final groan and shifting of earth and stone, one last mighty rumble from a steam engine now dismantled amongst rock and dirt and mangled shrapnel, and finally, everything stopped. Silence was deafening, ringing in the stallion's ears as his mind churned and sped to make sense of it all. There'd been a cave, or tunnel, or maybe river? underneath them. Obviously, or it would've been more like quicksand. Speaking of quicksand, he realized quickly that he couldn't breath. That was certainly more urgent than current events. Thankfully, having been further back than the machine's warpath proper, he found himself after to lift his head free of the rubble. That was it, though. Something felt wrong. He hurt, sure, all over, with bruises and abrasions that would take weeks to heal from. He couldn't move his hind legs. He could feel them. Oh, boy could he ever, though increasingly less so. He blinked against dirt and darkness and filtered brown light as he craned his neck carefully- but somewhat in a panic- to check what he was certain would be a very damaged back. He found instead a heap of dirt and stone atop his hips. Too heavy to lift but not so heavy that he would suffer for it. What of the others? "Jindosh!" He cried out, voice hoarse and half-coughing against the dirt in his throat and lungs. "Icarus!" He was grateful that he'd remembered the lad's name last time. Doubtful, dreadfully, that they'd respond in the chaotic mess they'd made. "Anybody!" Because if they were dead, as he feared from such a fall for such leggy lads with extra limbs, and he certainly couldn't see anybody where he was, half-buried and amongst rubble, then that meant he could very well be alone out here. Pinned. Soon the debris would settle in the air and the sun would turn over him in the sky or predators of any kind would come along and he'd be dead. His family, lost without him. "HELP!" He swallowed back his panic, because panic meant loss of control. It wouldn't be so bad. He'd just have to wait for a rescue. Surely someone had heard the roar of earth and metal and would be seeking them out as he thought of it now. He'd be safe at home soon. Jindosh would be found, Icarus too, and both would be treated and Jindosh scolded for his lack of forethought. Everything would go back to normal and it'd all someday seem like a terrible but distant dream. WC: 555 | Post #3 |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 21, 2018 20:41:42 GMT -6
Joanne
Got no way to prove it
So maybe I'm blind
But I'm only human after all
x | x Joanne had been half listening when Bastian had begun talking again, pink eyes narrowed and staring at the ceiling with more and more concern as they continued ambling through the dark hallways. Her protests began around the same time Mas’ began, eyes widening as cracks blossomed from a central point above them. Holy shit. “EVERYONE LOSE IT OR MOVE IT” Joanne knew that shouting wasn’t exactly the best thing for this situation, but honestly she didn’t have a volume button right now. Leaping forward, Joanne quickly collided with Bastian and Hazel, helping to push them out of the way as the roof finally caved, her head swivelling back to watch only to be struck on the head by bouncing debrief.
With her vision scrambled, Joanne shook her head and did her best to continue forward, only to trip on her own feet and land harshly on her chest. Shitshitshitshit. She did NOT want to be trapped in these damn tunnels! Doing her best to stand, Joanne looked around as the cave seemed to settle, dust covering all horses present.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 22, 2018 20:37:05 GMT -6
A R T A N I S
Aodh Smuggler
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Artanis simply kept his usual smile even as the rumbling from above caused so many worried looks to be cast upwards. He listened only somewhat to Bastian's questions, the rumbling having distracted him. Still, he was ever confident, ever practical, and always in a good mood, even in the darkest of times… and tunnels. He lifted his brows at Mas’ exclamation of pain as the rock bounced off his little head which was mildly concerning to be sure. Again his gaze ventured towards the top of the tunnel and the rattling of the earth… Another piece of debris fell and then more and more… Artanis flicked his wings as the dust settled on them, his expression remaining cheerful despite slightly furrowed brows.
And then it happened, the rumbling grew louder, and the collapse began. His heart lurched into his stomach, his first instinct to grab Mas and throw him as far into the tunnel as he possibly could. Artanis spread his wings wide, enveloping the smaller stallion in the brightly hued feathers before giving him a forceful push forward, deeper into the tunnel and away from the incoming threat, whatever it was. Artanis leapt forward as well, using the backbeat of his wings after pushing Mas to propel him quickly out of the way. Out of his perifieries he saw Joanne lunge for Hazel and Bastian, ensuring the two of them also made it out relatively unscathed. He winced as a few larger chunks of the roof struck his back and sides, but was relieved to find he’d made it out for the most part okay.
“Are you alright, Mas?” He asked, reaching to wrap one of the dust covered wings around the smaller hippocampus that he thought of as a brother.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 20:50:58 GMT -6
As soon as it had began, it was over. The tunnel crumbled, rubble piling in the middle of the group, separating the smugglers. Mas had been shoved away by a flurry of feathers, an oof leaving his lips as his body hit the ground. His ears rang as he sat up, coughing dust from his lungs. It took him a few moments to reply to Artanis as he tried to come to his senses.
"Im.. Im okay." He replied with another cough as the larger stallion wrapped him in one of his colorful wings.
As soon as he was able to breathe, he pulled himself to his hooves. He winced as air touched his knee, making a small scrape sting. He glanced at it, but it it wasnt bleeding. Biting his tongue, he looked across the rubble, trying to distract himself from the blemish on his otherwise perfect coat.
He opened his mouth to shout to the other smugglers, but movement caught his eye, followed by a voice he did not recognize. His ears flicked back as he stepped back, closer to Artanis. The equine who had fell in were not smugglers. He didnt know who they were, but they were not part of the group; and Mas was sure they werent supposed to know that equine were down in the tunnels.
His heart started to race as he glanced to Artanis for reassurance before looking back toward the strangers.
Maybe they hadnt noticed them?
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Post by nereidastriton on Jan 22, 2018 23:49:18 GMT -6
Hazel| Word count 218
Hazel blushed as a pink haired mare bumped rumps with her and winked. She forced herself not to think about what the mare was doing as she tried to listen to Bastian. Dust, falling debris and a clanging noise where all battling to take her attention away from the stupid game she was forced to take part in. A rock fell down and Hazel watched almost mesmerized as hit landed on the young horse she watched roughhousing earlier only to be knocked towards the entrance of the cavern they were in. She didn't even fully register what was going on but just took off running with the rest of the smugglers away from the falling rocks. She slowed down to a stop with the rest of the group and looked around. A jolt of fear traveled down her spine when she noticed the two horsed she had watched were missing from the group.
" We're missing two." She said without thinking and looked around with wide eyes at the horses lucky enough to escape whatever had happened back in the carven. Her eyes landed on the pink heard mare and she remembered that she had shoved her out of the way and shaky smiled at her in thanks to shocked at the turn of events to do much else.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 31, 2018 18:34:03 GMT -6
Ignacio isn't Kaia so no he's not disappointed he's straight mad Your plot did not complete womp womp mom stare 20 AP and 20 CS to: Jindosh, Mas, Joanne, Oath, Icarus, Hazel, Artanis |
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