Sturmpony recoils, jumping back and flaring his wings out, “What the buck?!” he shouts, slipping and falling onto his haunches before trying to scramble back up, leaning forward and gripping the smaller firing bit for the .45 auto slung around his neck, firing at the energy and the machine generating it. “Clear the room!” he yells, waving his hoof at the rest of the team and trying to drag the stallion out of the chair.
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Sturmpony’s shots crack several of the machine’s lenses. The tendrils of energy start to lose focus, then retreat back into the machine. It’s still making a very unpleasant grinding sound and sparking fiercely from the various holes, however.
The stallion shows no resistance as Sturmpony drags him.
Anonymous asked: Oh how wonderful! 'Tis always good to hear news of your inevitable triumphs. We hear Project Tyrant in particular has experienced remarkable progress. I believe the first prototype is ready for testing as we speak. As for your headache, studies have shown that drinking a glass of water and taking a nap is an effective remedy. If it by thy wish we could skip the movie and go back to the castle.
No, no. It is only a little thing. We’ll take some painkillers later.
*The waiter returns with their orders.*
Mmm. Looks delicious. *She starts eating.*
*Sturm snorts, ramming his hoof against the stallion’s jaw, forcing it to close painfully around the glass in his mouth. “How do you turn it off?” he asks, leaning in. “And tell me where the buck Pink is.” Around them, the unicorns are looking on in some horror, the pegasi slowly moving away from the machine and towards the door. “Raider, I don’t think he knows anything, we’ve got to go.” one of them says, hovering near the door and looking for anypony that might be coming after them.*
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The stallion starts to panic again. “I… I don’t know. The machine was never finished. My team and I, we couldn’t get it to work. Miss Moon wrote to me, said she’d read my article in ‘Equestrian Psychotherapy Today’ and that she might have a way to get the machine to work… and that’s the last thing I remember! Honest!”
The machine begins grinding more rhythmically as the lenses spin up, and the central fixture begins to glowing a bright greenish-gold. Tendrils of visible energy slowly start to leak from the assembly towards Sturmpony and the stallion in the chair.
*Nightmare Moon bends down and hugs Vriska, crying softly as well.*
We just heard a little while ago Ourselves… We also liked her, as a rival. Not to the extent that We like Rarity, but she was fun to plot against.
dreamofhircine asked: *Sturm smacks a hoof across the stallion's face, using the shock of it to wrench his mouth open and force the glass inside. By the map, the unicorns are looking for any markings, taking more pictures and checking behind the frames for anything hidden. Next to the machine, Bucky is trying to figure out it's purpose, noting the smoke with some alarm. "Uh, Raider? What's this thing?" he asks, backing away from it slowly. "Yeah," Sturm says, hoof poised against the stallion's muzzle, "What is it?"
The stallion is still panicking, but his words seem slightly proud. “It’s the Sensorama, a direct neural stimulator designed for therapeutical use. It allows you to modify another pony’s thoughts, to project simulated environments or help them work out psychological issues. My team and I built it…” He looks it over. “But somepony has modified it. The lens assembly is completely different, and the power supply module…” He now sounds indignant rather than scared. “Who’s been tampering with my equipment?”
The greenish-gold light is coming from the bullet holes more brightly now. With a grinding sound, the lens assembly begins to spin.
dreamofhircine asked: *Sturm pulls on the Stallion's mane, dragging him over to and throwing him into the chair before turning and bucking him hard in the stomach. With a flick of the neck, he indicates the map on the wall. "Bucky, get me the glass." he says, the other pegasi jumping up and smashing his hoof against it, pulling shards out of the frame and handing them to Sturm. Holding them, he puts them up against the stallion's face, dragging the edge across his muzzle. "Last chance, Loonie. Where's Pink?"
The stallion is completly panicking, trying to back himself away from the broken glass. However he says, with his voice still completely calm, “I didn’t want to have to do this. Nurse, sedate the subject please.” He waits for a moment. “Nurse? Wha… this isn’t on script. Isn’t on… what’s going on? Where am I?” Now his voice is showing some panic. “No, don’t hurt me, please!”
The machine is making louder groaning sounds, and flickers of greenish-gold light can be seen within it’s lenses and leaking out the bullet holes. The lens assembly creaks and turns itself a bit.
All Our employees are given residences at the castle should they require them. Your leader never asked about it, so We assumed you were fine.
We will make arrangements with her, but We should be able to provide you all with rooms.
Fashion? Could you put something together for Us quickly? Say, by tomorrow night? We have a date with one of the most famous fashion designers in all of Equestria, and need to look the part.
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*Sturm trots towards the stallion, kicking at him with his front hooves before roughly pulling him up and cracking his helmet against his head. “Where is she?” he growls out, shaking the pony violently, “Where’s the Pink Avenger?” A crackling peal of thunder seems to come from nowhere, then fades away immediately. Around the pair, the two unicorns are moving around the room, tossing anything of even minor intelligence value into their saddlebags, and snapping pictures of what they can’t carry*
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The stallion looks completely panicked. However, he says in a calm voice “Please, sit in the chair. I’ll have to have you drugged if you won’t cooperate.”
There’s nothing of any intelligence value in the room other than the machine (which continues to spark, and now is emitting strange groaning sounds). There are some framed artistic photographs of trains on the walls, as well as a framed map of the Equestrian rail system.
81008100dedhoof8easts-blog asked: tHAT SOUNDS LIKE, a THING i CAN DO, tHANK YOU,
You’re very welcome.
*She goes off to nom her bittersweet chocolate, then to plan a fake manticore attack on Fluttershy with Tavros saving her.*
*Sturm throws a hoof up, pointing at the door, the team forming up into a breaching position around it. Bucky looks up, tilting his head and mouthing something lose behind his mask. Sturm shrugs and pulls a charge out of one of the unicorn’s saddle-bags, noting that they only had a small supply of the explosives left between them.
Slamming the self-adhesive arc-plastique against the door, he waits for Cone to touch his horn against it, a 5 second timer appearing and counting down as they brace themselves.
With a stunning roar, the A-P block detonates, tearing the door of it’s hinges and obliterating anything immediately in front of it on the other side. Sturm is the first pony in, shouting “Buck the moon!” and firing into the right corner of the room, galloping through the smoke and trying to find something conspicuously pink to aim around. Behind him the rest of the six-pony team follow, crouching low and taking up sweeping positions.*
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The Avenger is not in the room. However, there is a very startled and dusty grey-maned stallion. He is bleeding slightly from a few fragments of the door, but doesn’t seem to have been shot or hit anywhere lethal. He’s lying on the ground with his hooves over his head.
The room itself is decorated as if it was a very nice hotel room, at one of the finer hotels in Manehattan or maybe Fillydelphia. The only thing out of place is a large mass of complex machinery, with a chair bolted in place in front of it. A few bullets hit the machine, and it’s starting to spark and smell of burning insulation.
The stallion speaks, still on the floor with his hooves over his head. He says, with a strangely calm voice for the situation, “Let’s get started, shall we? Please sit in the chair.”
