*groaning with pain, the struck unicorn tries to stand back up, catching more shots to her barrel as the two around her continue to pack charges against the door, ducking and dodging and throwing up weak and temporary shields to soak up at least some of the incoming fire. Turning, Sergeant Cone notices the wounded team member, eyes widening in shock before hardening again. “I’m sorry…” he mutters, touching his horn against the unicorn’s blocks of A-P and bucking her flank hard to send her stumbling towards the Reanimated.
On the other side of the monsters, Sturm takes to the air, jumping up and angling down to fire his 84s at the new defenders, nearly tossing himself out of the air from the sudden recoil of the shots. Next to him, Bucky tries the same and fails, the first round setting him tumbling, the second round impacting against the ceiling with a shower of flame and rubble. “Goddess damn!” he shouts out, wheezing. “How’re we supposed to kill these things?” “No clue!” Sturm shouts, touching off from the ground with a shrug of his wings and dashing over the nearest Reaver. “Try to draw them to us!” *
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The new guards coming up from the tunnels are just ordinary anons, and they die immediately and messily under Sturm’s fire. The threat assessment programs controlling the reanimated shift their fire to the pegasi, but the stage 1 models weren’t designed to handle aerial opponents and are having trouble targeting them.
A (relatively) clear line of retreat now lies through the bunker doors and into the castle’s tunnel system.
In the tunnels beneath the castle runners are being sent to Nightmare Moon, to notify her of the attack and request permission to level one of the great hall’s walls so the heavier stage 2 reanimated can be brought in. Messages have also been sent to the wall guards informing them that the attack on the village was a ruse, and they are returning to the castle.
*Araima slides under the reanimated after he jumped the wall a while ago and shot the propultion of the thing*
*The reanimated is armoured on the underside as well. However, the EM radiation released by the weapon impacting nightmarium does trip a breaker, triggering a 20 second boot phase during which the reanimated plummets like a rock, directly towards Araima.*
Anonymous asked: And that, Great Queen, is why we prefer water. It's so much simpler, poor taste means contamination. After your drink would Your Highness rather we continue to dance, or is dinner more in your taste?
Now that We’re done being trendy, We think We’ll order something We like. Let’s go to dinner.
mythic-swirl asked: *he blinks a few times, then smiles and nuzzles her* Mmm, what were we talking about again dear? *not seeming to realize what just happened*
Why, nothing of import. *She nuzzles back.*
stilllunaanswers asked: Hey, um, NMM, could you watch Type for alittle bit, and prevent him from doing anything? He's in the tower, having an episode.
Certainly. We’ll drop by and see how he’s doing.
mythic-swirl asked: *he sighs* But I can control my own, and they have lead to alot of pain. *he looks away* I just don't want to hurt anymore, even if I deserve it.
…We can’t leave you in pain like this.
*She starts rubbing the back of his head with her hoof. Her horn glows for a moment, and suddenly he doesn’t feel all that upset about hurting ponies anymore.*
((ooc: She temporarily disabled his mirror neurones (the part of the brain suspected to be responsible for empathy). It’ll last about a week, or until she turns them back on, but until then he’s essentially a sociopath…))
Anonymous asked: We requested samples of several popular beverages from the barkeep My Lady, and frankly the amount of alcohol these young ponies are consuming is stupefying! Considering they are doing this every night, our unsuccessful attempts at recruitment are mystifying. But we digress, the most popular drink is something called a "Bloody Mare" which has an absolutely frightful proof content to go along with its uncouth title.
*She takes a sip.* This is… completely disgusting. But if its what the trendy ponies are drinking these nights… *She shrugs and continues drinking.*
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.
mythic-swirl asked: *Arcel sighs* It must be one of the other Twilights then, I checked myself, she must have severed the life link while I was distracted trying to help Sabu past his nightmarish visions. *he nuzzled into her* I am sorry you don't learn of them sooner dear, its not done on purpose. *he closes his eyes* I bare the burden of the knowlage of my crimes, I no longer have any right to complain about the actions of any other ponies.
*She holds him comfortingly.*
Other ponies choices and actions are their burden to bear, not yours. You cannot blame yourself.
askamlpnurse-blog asked: *Bows* Miss Nightmare moon, ma'am... I heard you have some sort of deal with one of my patients Hoofbeasts... He asked for some of the hospitals blood but I couldn't give it to him... so I decide to come and she if we could... rewrite... the deal?
*Sigh.* We should have explained that better, We suppose.
We asked him for either fine dark red wine, a block of bittersweet chocolate, an invitation to an orgy, or the blood of one of Our enemies. Those are the standard gifts from supplicants who wish Us to listen to their prayers in a divine context.