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Better Layton Never: Execute Thread #66 !.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555903[View All]

#BLN #Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #IC

Star Wars III soundtrack - Order 66 and the Jedi Temple

>In the cold and dim interior of a resplendent star cruiser a figure looks out a wide viewport at the endless expanse of space itself. His hands, gnarled and greyed, fold behind his back. He gazes at the canvas of stars speckling a black void and grins, revealing atrocious rotten teeth in his saggy mouth.

Ah, good. The time has finally arrived. For years I've spent waiting...biding my time until at last the monolith that was the Jedi reign became complacent. Dull. Ignorant and arrogant. The 'balance' by which the Jedi strive became their very downfall, and now the galaxy bends to the whim of the Sith. It is united, it is strong, and soon our focus can hone elsewhere.

>He turns and gazes behind him, his eyes burning in the dark. Even sunken and sallow as he appeared, there was a distinct menace in his presence. His voice ranged from quiet and sophisticated to cruel and cackling, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end just by listening to him.

Perhaps...your measly solar system? It would not be much a challenge, but I confess...the prospect is tempting. I sense great darkness. I sense great anger. Will to dominate. Will to subjugate. Will to kill anything standing in the way...

>A greasy cackle echoes in the dark.

Oh. Do you think you can stand in the way of the Sith? Such confidence...your emotions shall betray you. The Dark Side consumes all. You, your world will be no different. You may try to resist. It would be amusing to me to see it even if you shall fail.

You still wish to try? Very well...let's begin.

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>Bridget waves Dom over as he enters, the other patrons mostly ignoring the mans strange antics. Most of them had gotten used to crazies wandering around at this point in their lives.

Heya cutie! Glad you made it. I got you a chocolate croissant.

>She says with a smile as she slides it over. Along with a napkin covered in writing.

>"I really need your help with something, but it might be kind of dangerous."

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Ohhh! thank you! And not a bearclaw, cool, won't trigger my PTSD!

>Dom would quickly take the croissant and bite into the chocolatey goodness. It wasn't until the second or so chew that he would notice the napkin covered in writing. Dom looks at it once, then chewed, then did a double take fairly quickly, then looked back at Bridget....chew....Dom would look around the room they were in, not moving his head as he did, just having his eyes move around to survey the room and the other patrons as if expecting there to be...someone....chew....Dom slowly looked back at Bridget with a fairly quizzical look on his face. It was clear he was somewhat blindsided, to the point where it looked like he was wondering if he could even speak about it out loud because he wasn't sure of the situation. One doesn't write this sort of note out the blue and all. Though, after another two or three chews, he would swallow and try to stealthily make a motion for a pen.

Alton Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560220

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>Alton listens patiently, though Adelina's change in expression isn't something he misses flitting across her face. He watches her carefully as she explains herself and her situation with Mimi. It seemed to him that Adelina was in quite the awkward situation; he never knew her to be much of a fighter while at the estate and assumed that perhaps she grew into it after leaving to return home. That however didn't sound at all what happened. She still didn't appear to like the conflict, but the time she spent with Mimi and the need to have her feel important was also important for her. Not to mention, of course, the added bonus of being together regardless.

...If I may offer some...I suppose insight?

>He looks a little uncomfortable. It wasn't very proper to offer unsolicited advice but this felt like a moment of required interjection.

I know you said you do not hate the situation you are in, but it also sounds to me that it isn't necessarily ideal for you either. Mimi from what I can gather sounds rather strongheaded but very attentive of you. If she were ever to discover that you have been doing this more for her happiness and less for your own what do you suppose she'd think?

>He appears somewhat concerned for Adelina. After his time with a series of unhappy relationship troubles he did not want to see Adelina caught in a same web of self-sacrificial actions for the sake of a partner's happiness. Perhaps once in a while that was fine but he was certain if she kept on with this tepid sort of reaction it could inevitably roll into a much more dismaying and hurtful future.

>Lord knew he didn't want anyone to go through even a modicum of what he had.

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560228

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>Bridget continues to smile as though nothing was out of place. With a pen already in hand, she slides it towards Dom.

So hows your day been? It's been awhile since we last went out, but i just thought now was as good of a time as any.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560230

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>The spray of crimson washes over Grell as she skids to a stop, the two halves of the Plague Doctor collapsing before her like a snapped twig. She breathes heavily, wet now with bright crimson and chainsaw still rumbling in her hands.

>Sucy would have the best sight of the Reaper, her green eyes frozen on the corpse and blood in front of her and an evolving wicked grin growing on her face. Excitement gleamed in Grell's eyes, followed by wicked glee and dark intent boiling behind the surface. Between grinning pointed teeth she started to laugh.

>Her hands grips the chainsaw and she turns her head, eyes gleaming with wild energy. The undead were rising around her but it was too late. She drew blood. She was excited. There was so much more to cut.

>The Reaper readies herself against the resurrected forces, her shoulders rolling and her chainsaw swinging aside herself. But before she can even begin a surge of red energy burst past her, striking through the zombies and dropping them like they were nothing but the dust they became! Grell lowers her chainsaw, even the challenging bone dragon looked to be taken care of.


Ohhh...well...I suppose...this is fine.

>It was not fine. She was all hot and bothered now while sticky and wet with blood. There was only one thing left to do but it was hardly as satisfying as engaging with a zombie hoard.

>She rushes up to their last target and skids to a stop, slamming a heeled foot on his back and tilting her chainsaw right behind his neck. The blades roar dangerously above him, but the pressure from the Reaper's foot keeps him firmly on the ground.

Hello darling! Might we have a little chat?

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>Dom would slowly let the gears grind back into place as he remembers from his olden days how to go about things like this. And with a pen in hand would write into the note.

Yeah, been a bit! I see you're doing well...looking well too~

But you know. I've been up to the same old. This that. Smashin stuff to look tuff, and trying out new ways to make a bit more money...

>As he spoke, Dom slipped the note back over to her, the note simply saying "What isit? How much trouble are you in?"

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>The Barrel of Clins shotgun would hit the ground with a loud clank as it fell limp onto his lap. It was....well....mm....Clint could only stare angrily at Alice from his spot on the floor, he knew what had happened...but all things considered....this might have been the best outcome. Clint looked at the others, everyone seemed.....alright? Well, no one was screaming in pain at the least. And Sophie seemed good too despite the scare that he had earlier.

>Clint grunted as he tried to push himself up with Dixie on his lap still. Although he didn't push her off, instead letting his shotgun fall to the floor as he picks Dixie up and holds her as best as he could with his one arm. He was quick in his step after getting to his feet, walking over to join Grells side with Frank. All Clint had to do was hold it together for just a bit longer and he'd be done.

You want to make this quick Tin man? Or am I going to have to come back here a third time?

>Clint ...wasn't entirely sure that Frank was awake as he he just saw him laying on the ground groaning. So to test his alertness, Clint jabbed his helmet lightly with his foot.

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>Both the young woman and her mood seem to deflate a bit more as Alton brings up the potential problem with her approach.

"....She'd probably get mad and yell at me...for a lot of reasons. But...it's not like it's a lie that she's really helping me out, even if I can afford to buy or put out a quest for whatever materials I need. If I did that it'd basically look like I didn't want to spend time with her though wouldn't it? Plus there's no way she'd ever let me help with her work if I didn't let her help with mine...even if protecting me while I'm gathering ingredients is the only part she can help with."

>She clenches the edges of her skirt a bit as if to try and calm down a little.

"She's just...got a lot of pride...and I guess her family puts a lot of pressure and expectations on her? I don't really get it because it's not like my family was ever particularly important, but she always acts like she has something to prove, even if nobody else has really cared one way or another about the nobility for the last 10 years or so?"

>Her expression sinks a little more at this as she pats the part of her skirt she'd crumpled back into place before finally speaking up again.

"...When its just the two of us she's just Mimi and I'm just Lina and...her being the heiress of some noble family...while I'm just a girl from a tiny fishing village out in the boonies, none of that really seems to still matter to either of us when we're alone together. But...if I suddenly started spending lots of money...especially in a way that looks like I'm pushing her away...we might end up having a stupid fight over it all and end up going back to how we were at the start, since even if she tends to act really stuck up around other people she's....not really actually that confident deep down, even though the Mimi I love is the one she's too scared to show anyone but me."

>Adelina lets out a soft gasp after she's done letting her feelings off her chest.

"Oh...please don't tell her I said something like that though, since, well, she'd probably call me a traitor or something for telling someone her weak points. Even though people would probably like her more if she didn't try to hide them so much. At least I did, once she finally started opening up to me."

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560235



>She says as she casually writes a note back to him. "It's more that i need to get someone else out of trouble."

I've been trying to reconnect with some old friends, but i can't seem to find one in particular. I probably have to get him out of trouble.

>She says sliding the note back.

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>Everything happens so quickly, one moment it seems like they were moments away from victory, but then their enemies return, followed by what to Sophie at least would be a sickening feeling from one side of the room, as tendrils lash out and strike....

<....Frank's forces?

>After the dust settles from the explosions of dust and magic, the girl glares first back in the direction the energy had come from and stares at Alice for a few moments with an almost judging look.

>That is until the source of the rather unsettling laughter from before speaks up again and along with Clint's voice reminds her of the reason they had even come here.

<As worrisome as Alice's current condition is to her...it is true that the witch hadn't tried to hurt Clint or the others while dealing with Frank's servants.

<She'll just have to hope Alice can hold out long enough for them to figure out how to fix this....and besides it's just another thing Frank will have to answer for, since one of his gems were what caused this in the first place.

>Having convinced herself of who is the true enemy here...at least for now, the girl turns sharply and stomps over to where Frank lies as well before turning her glare on him instead.

"You better give Casey back her bunny as well. Not only are you corrupting people with the evil power within those stones of yours, you also stole the one thing a little girl had to remember her father by....and for what? Just to make her go along with your wicked ways?"

<She had promised to get the bunny back as well...and even if she can't figure out how to free the odd looking witch from the darkness that has taken her over, she should at least keep the promises she'd made so far.

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>Once he looked down at the note, and listened to what Bridget had said, he gave her a slight...look...Though it would go away with a half mental shrug as he nodded his head, not really bothering to write again with the pen and note as he figured he could hide it pretty naturally with this next bit of dialogue. Dom leaned forward with an elbow on the table and the rest of the croissant in the other hand

Oh? Looking for a old friend eh? Well hey, I don't got much going on for a while and I wouldn't mind helping out. If you want to go somewhere and talk about it?

>Dom took another bite of his treat...well. Practically put it all into his mouth to start chewing.

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560238


>Bridget leans in to mirror his movements.

We're invisible to everyone in a busy place like this.

>She says with a smirk.

I'll get to the point though, i need to break into TPD and find my friends records so i can know what happened to him.

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Mmmm...well, I guess I can sort of fill in the gaps of what you're life use to be like...

>Something that never left Doms memory of Bridget, was her ability to easily escape handcuffs...granted, she dislocated her thumb for it, but it seemed like something she did a lot of. Regardless...

I gotta ask why though, Bridget. I take it it's just not a spur of the moment and there is a reason to it, yee?

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"Type one male...brown hair.. oddly dressed..... you got a little fling Miss Bridget?"

>Adjusting the spotting sight lens to zoom in some more through the narrow gap in windows to see the top edge of the table. The movement of their hands mostly but barely out of sight.

"Passing that napkin back and forth like you have sweet nothing's written on it to each other..."

>Leaning back some from the chair and table sitting in the back of the room, spotting scope on a mini tripod and a large long lens camera just aside that, poised looking through the crack in the blinds of the windows across the little room.

>Stretching her arm up and the other behind her head with a long yawn.

"Wuahhhhhhh..... I just hope she isn't ratting out, or this will be more trouble than it's worth already. Maybe she's going for help considering her job........ maybe I could offer help. Be a bit more hands on...?"

>Shaking her head after a minute and leaning back into the sight to watch what little she could see from her hastily established angle.

"Nah.. let's just watch an see for a bit. Was never told she had to do this alone."

>A small content smile crossing her face sticking out from the pale and tired look of the rest of her face, the bags under her eyes showing the lack of legitimate sleep the last few days.

"Deadpony"!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41560243

>There were multiple reasons as for his actions. With security around the castle at an all time high it would be impossible for nameless nobody's to get in without special circumstances or a premade appointment. And even then those were few and far between. With all these security measures he could just barely sneak into the castle himself, but with the added cargo of an untrained pegasus those methods were now moot. He wishes he could simply tell her these things but doing so would simply smash her hopes. She needed what little she had left.

>It takes a few minutes for the cyborg to begin moving again. By the time he shows any sign of being alive the crowd had already begun building. It was almost impossible for there to be a clear shot around the plaza without confusion being caused. Eventually something seems to catch the cyborg's attention. His head perks up as his body seems to go on full alert.

Stick close to me. We will be venturing straight for the castle now. Stay on the ground and follow me as best you can. Do that and you will be in the castle by hour's end. You have my word.

>With that he begins moving. Keeping his pace casual to allow Timidglide to keep suit. With his large stature it was rather easy to simply step over ponies that got in his way. This he was surely banking on. As promised they would seem to be getting closer to the castle looming in the distance. The cyborg keeping his promise of leading her to exactly where she wanted to go.

>However he would take advantage of his height. Should Timidglide obey it would not take long for a significant distance to be put between them. With his shiny plating it would still be easy for her to keep eyes on him as long as the view wasn't broken. And yet somewhere along the way he would seem to have vanished. Or so it would seem for the briefest of moments before a figure of similar shape and color would be seen just a ways off also heading for the castle.

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Rose quints her eyes slightly at her phone, pursing her lips in thought. This must be an alternate version of John, a doomed John even. While being in this timeline would probably extend his life he would still inevitably die eventually.

TT: For almost a decade now.
TT:Although that sounds like it would have been the third iteration of Sburb appearing in this universe which is more then mildly concerning.
TT: I'm afraid you might not have much luck in getting Dave to unblock you anytime soon

In fact, she found that it would probably take nothing short of a miracle for her brother to unblock this other John.

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>He couldn't believe it. A Jegus Damned decade? He was aware of six years going by so where did the other four come from? Was he falling down a time paradox and just jumped forward that long? Or was it simply that No Face had been lying to him the entire time and made it seem it had only been that long in a twisted sense of making him feel better?

EB: I mean like
EB: No Face told me about the other two
EB: Or something
EB: He wasn't very clear on it.
EB: I wasn't even allowed to leave my room for the entire time I was there.
EB: Come to think of it I don't even remember going to the bathroom.

>The question lingers on his mind for some time. Morbid curiosity wanting to know just what happened to the version of him they were talking about. Maybe he could find a way to avoid it in the future

EB: How um....
EB: How did I die anyway?

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>Completely unaware that she was being watched or any suspicion towards that being a possibility, she continues.

I don't want to get too into it, but lets just say, it's complicated. I need to find him to pay back a debt.

>She shrugs

That and... it honestly sounds like fun.

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>Timidglide is caught off guard when the Cyborg suddenly waves his way through the crowd.

U-uhm, w-wait

>Try as she might to follow his instructions, she would repeatedly bump into other ponies crossing her path. As per her conditioning since she was young, she regularly pauses to apologize to everyone she inconviniences.

S-sorry, oh, i'm so sorry, sorry! Sorry. S-s-sorry!

>Timidglide can feel her heart begins to race as she can feel herself begin to lose track of the cyborg leading her along. With one last bump in the crowd, she finally loses track of him.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, w-where did he go?

>She prepares to call out to her guide, but upon thinking back, she cannot recall his name. About ready to have a panic attack right then and there She elects to break her guides instructions and hovers just above the crowd to get a better look around.

Please be close, please be close

>Upon spying a familiar figure in the crowd, she lets out a heavy sharp sigh and quickly rushes over.

I-im so glad i f-found you! I was so scared when i lost you in the crowd!

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>Dom also was completely unaware of the stalker, instead focusing primary on the girl in-front of him. Who he had given more and more of a questioning look. But after a second he gave a sigh.

I can understand repaying someone...hell, I'd probably do it to but....


>Dom leaned forward a bit more, looking down at the table before back at her with a bit of a softer look.

Look, I know we barely started dating and all, and this is probably stepping a bit. but....sounds like fun? Didn't you tell me you died not long ago? Don't you want to take the chance to I dunno, start a new? I'm more than willing to help Bridget, but....

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>Bridget takes in a deep breath and slowly exhales.

I know it's kind of sudden, but, it's been almost two years since i was brought back. I've been trying to start fresh and things have been going alright. I have a great place at the Manor, i've got you, and safety. It's just...

>She stops and sighs again.

I just want to feel that rush one more time. You're a smart guy so i bet you've figured out what my life used to be like by now. If it makes you feel any better I promise that this will be the last and only time i try anything like this. After this, i will be free.

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Hmm....yeah...I get you...

>Dom stared at Bridget for a moment or so as he took it in. It was pretty easy to guess what she use to do...well not really, with crime it's an endless barrel. The thing to focus on wasn't what she did, but rather what she was going to do...she wasn't the first person to be in this scenario who needed help...


>the "Hmm" wasn't so much a judging "Hmm" as much as a thinking "Hmm". Even leaning back in his chair slightly. But it wasn't a minute or two later before he shrugged and nodded his head, leaning forward once again to try and be stealthy about their plotting and talking.

Okay. I'll help. But uh....I should probably let you know, I'm sort of a pacifist. Not really like, a pacifist, pacifist. Like, I like fighting and wrestling, and explosions and junk. I just don't do any fighting anymore. So just know if you really want my help, I won't be...

>Dom doesn't say another thing, instead he does a half baked karate chop at the air and a bad pose to fully punctuate what he meant.

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>In her rush of desperation the figure did indeed resemble the one she had been with these past few hours. A taller humanoid draped in red with a sword on his back. But of course now that she was closer and by comparison more relived the fiber details would begin making themselves apparent.

>First off there was significantly more black on this figure. Nearly half of him covered in it, particularly aroubd the sides. Secondly he had double the amount of swords on his back. Along with a variety of other armaments on his person. One would compare him to a one man army. The third would be the material was more off a cloth material compared to the metallic sheen of who she had been following. Lastly would be the voice. Less sophisticated then the echoy sound the cyborg made when he talked. It was hard to pinpoint just what he sounded like. Perhaps the closest comparison would be like gravel being mixed in oil.

Well that's new. Not to often i get confused for someone around here.

>Wade looks down at the scruffy looking Pegasus with a curious expression. He would expect somepony looking like this to reside closer to the outskirts of Canterlot. Or perhaps closer to Ponyville to be more astute.

You lost or something? Hit yer head? You can tell me, I do that way to often to judge people.

>He kneels down to get a better look at the Pegasus. Before the situation could get to awkward a voice would ring out from behind.

Wilson! Come on, we need to get back to the castle asap. It's your plot if we miss out on the carrot cake.

We're still on the clock, Spearhead. Thought you were on a diet for new years anyway.

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O-oh! I-i'm sorry. I thought you were... uhm... someone else.

>"We need to get back to the castle asap"

>Even if this was not who she was looking for, she had her own quest to still fulfill. Wherever the strange metal man was, she was sure he would understand.

I'm, uhm, not lost. I uh, someone who kind of looked like you was going to help me see the Princess, but i don't know where he is now. C-could you help be see her? It's really really important and I'm worried I'm running out of time.

>She says while occasionally glancing around to see if her original guide was anywhere to be seen.

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>Bridget waves her hand dismissively

No, no, no, if anything I'd want to keep you away from anything like that. Hopefully we won't have to fight anyone if everything goes right.

>She leans in closer and speaks a little quieter.

I'd want you to disguise as someone who could get us into the TPD as a second distraction so i can grab what i need.

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>Wade keeps his expression about the same after an awkward pause. To untrained eye he was being his typical self. It was one of his greatest super powers.

Just follow my buddy here and he'll take you right to her.

>He leans back and points a thumb at Spearhead who leans in close to Wade with a hushed whisper

Wilson, the hell are you doing?

Take her to my office and keep her there. I need to take a look around.

>After another pause Spearhead steps away from Wade and makes an arrow with his magic.

Alright, Mame. Right this way.

>He nudges his head point Timidglide toward the castle. He would wait for her to get beside him before he began walking along side her to keep an eye on her.

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>Breathing a huge sigh of relief she starts following the arrow guy.

Th-thank you! A thousand times thank you.

>Timidglide follows closely with the other pony, fully expecting to be lead straight to her destination. She was so close to finally completing her quest. It was almost unbelievable. Not to mention she now had a big strong pony to guide her now. Not that she had anything against the metal man, but it was nice to be with a fellow pony. Especially a free one.

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>Wade remains in his squatted position, looking back at the two with a smirk on his face. Once he's certain Timidglide isn't looking back he stands up quickly and looks out through the crowd. The mention of someone around here looking like him was enough to place him on high alert. Not a lot of people who dressed like him meant well, especially so close to the capital. Could it be Deathstroke? Deadshot? Some other wannabe punkass? Before heading back he would do a quick sweep. It was possible that something heavy was about to go down.

>All the while an invisible being would watch these events unfold. It may not have been the most direct method but it seems to have worked. With Wade heading one way he would head in another direction with intent on getting out of the city as soon as possible. It was likely he would never see Timidglide again, and that was for the best. She was in good hands now.

>In a matter of minutes Timidglide would be lead to a door at the corner of a hallway. He opens the door and usher's Timidglide inside

Wait here, they will be with you shortly

>His voice was stern as one would expect from a seasoned guard. His eyes locked onto Timidglide the entire time.

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>For some reason, it didn't really click right away that his little shape-shifting ability was probably the reason she even asked him in the first place for help. Although, there is a part of him that can't help but suspect ...things....he shrugged mentally, it's not like it was going to cost him anything.

Alright, that' seems easy enough. I can distract no problem....though, do you know anything else about it? Like I dunno, the passwords or keys you'd need to get into the rooms that have those files and junk?

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O-oh uhm, okay.

>Timidglide uncomfortably glances around the room she now found herself in, unsure of exactly what to do while she waited. Doing her best to try and avoid looking back into the stern eyes of the one guarding her.

So, uhm, what's uhm, what's you name?

>She asks shyly, trying to make polite conversation while she waited.

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TT: ...
TT: You sacrificed yourself so the rest of us could live happily
TT: But you were manipulated into doing it
TT: I dont think anyone has ever seen Dave so furious before.
TT: ...

She frowns heavily at the screen of the phone, there was no easy way to explain the specifics of the situation to anyway.

Not that she particularly wanted to.

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>Inside the office would be an orgy WHAT!? of evidence Ohhhh that whoever commonly occupied this room did not at all consider themselves the regal type. Between the miniature trash can full of fast food wrappers and the assorted display cases of weaponry it was easy to see this belong to someone who could be considered one of the common brass.

>The desk at the middle of the room would be one found in most offices. With a custom made chair on one end and two chairs on the other side large enough for a humanoid to comfortably occupy, but also large enough for an Equestrian to sit their entire body in. And assortment of framed photos on the desk would be present but at their current angle Timidglide would likely be unable to see what was in them. On top of that the chaotically spread assortment of papers would give the sign that a nonfunctional person seemed to live here. On Timidglide's left a collage of pictures would be held up loosely together with thumbtacks and scotch tape. A solid portion of them appeared to be of a woman glad in gothic attire in various mostly safe for work poses. Over time with more photos being messily added the ones on the top layer consisted of a bright young Stallion and his various animal friends. Some of them showing off mechanical accomplishments. Others were candid shots of a grey clad professor looking man with a screw through his head, a too cool for school individual who never seemed to remove his sunglasses, a woman glad in red who seemed to desperately attempt to make every photo of herself as seductive as possible, and various other people who Timidglide would neither recognize nor care about. The most damning piece of evidence being Wade injecting himself into some of them as he would seem to be sneaking a selfie in.


>The armorclad unicorn would answer bluntly and without the apparent compassion Wade had shown her earlier. His eyes locked onto her in an uncompromising gaze.

>Meanwhile Wade would be getting the word out to the guards. Advising them to remain casual but to stay on high alert for the time being. There was no telling what this would be ninja would be planning if they even existed. Satisfied for now he makes his way back to the castle to speak with Timidglide. He should be in the next post round or so, depending on how long I can milk this bit for.

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>There would be no quick response. John reread the messages over and over again as it was still registering for him.

>Eventually he puts the phone down and backs away. His hands hovering at his side as he seems to be grasping at the air for something, anything to keep him stable. Eventually his hands settle for the sides of his arms as he hugs himself into a ball. His back reach the wall opposite of his dwelling and quickly sliding down it to sit on the floor.


>For a while he holds onto himself trying to keep himself together. Eventually his hands sliding up and grabbing the top of his head. With a deep inhale he would cause some of his movies to fly off the shelf as well as cause the chair close to him to move toward him. Then with a heavy exhale he causes the chair to fly away. Along with the rug and anything else he had neglected to nail down. The only thing sparing the TV was the fact it had been mounted to the wall, but even that was barely hanging on in Johns set of heavy breathing. Eventually with one last inhale his phone would find itself landing in front of him. The message still there clear as day.

>John falls to the side. His collection in ruins, his chair slices up by shards of flying compact discs. But none of that seemed to matter now. Maybe this was all part of someone's grand plan. Everything else he has ever done seemed to be for nothing more then that. He was done. Even in freedom he learned that his life was moot. Nothing more then cannon fodder for someone else's grand design. What was even the point?

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>Whilst the conversation continued, a police car pulls up outside of the cafe, the beater almost sputtering out as it came to a stop.

"Maybe a nice mocha will get my mind off things...
>Amanda said to herself as she got out of the car and walked into the shop.

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N-nice to meet you...

>Timidglide clears her throat and looks around the room some more. Seeing as Spearhead gave off the same vibe as that of the war ponies back at Holweet, she felt he was likely not interested in much conversation. It did however bring a small smile to her face to hear him refer to himself by a name alone. Looking at all the various pictures, Timidglide wonders to herself why there was someone like the man in red working in the castle. Maybe he was an ambassador like Panera or something? At least Spearhead seemed to trust and listen to him.


>Feeling anxious at how much time had already passed, she starts pacing back and forth. Now worried that she was being arrested seeing as Spearhead was watching her and not the hall.

Uhm... am I in trouble?

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>Spearhead would remain silent the entire time he watched Timidglide. As if in cue a series of footsteps would lead to the answer of her question.

We haven't decided yet.

>Wade would say in as light a tone as possible as he steps in front of Spearhead and into his office. Spearhead remains outside as Wade closes the door and locks it.

For now, you can call me Agent Wilson, or Wade, or Deadpony, or anything really I don't care.

>He steps in front of Timidglide and makes his way to the seat of his desk. He points an open palm to either of the remaining chairs.

Please, take a seat.

>He waits several seconds to see if she does so.

So I'm going to guess you're not from around. Otherwise you'd know that these days barging into the castle is a big no no without an appointment. Also despite having the lingering smell of bread on you you don't look like a baker. So let's start with the basics. What should we call you?

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>Bridget flicks out her mechanical wand.

Who needs keys when I've got the best skeleton key in Belle'ayn? Besides, they probably have it on their computer database. I'd be pretty disappointed if they kept it all in a back file room alone. I'll know where to find what i'm looking for awhile you help with the second distraction. First though we-


>While at first Bridget barely gave the police car a passing glance, her attention was fully grabbed the moment a familiar face walked through the door. One that she never thought she'd see again, let alone here, in this country, in this town, in this very donut shop. Bridget's eyes go wide as she freezes mid sentence and just watches her old acquaintance walk in without a care in the world.


>She's says out loud as her thoughts escape her mouth.

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>With the vague answer, Timidglide only grows more anxious.


< Just treat this like you're talking to any other master...

>Timidglide elects to cautiously take a seat in one of the chairs, almost sinking right into the cushioning.

N-no, i'm not from here. Uhm...

>Remembering her awkward introduction to the robot guy earlier that day, she tries to get right to the point.

I'm PN-4372, from House Panera of Holweet. My Master gave me the name, Timidglide...

>She hoped that was enough to identify who she was outside of her home country.

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>Dom would turn around once he saw Bridgets reaction, curious as to why she looked like she had seen a ghost. Upon seeing the blonde haired cop, Dom gasped aloud in shock....then relaxed and blinked

Wait, why am I freaking out?

>Dom turned his head back to Bridget, keeping his head low in hopes that maybe the Cop had yet to see them both. His guess, maybe the Cop knows about Bridgets past which is why she's so spooked.

SHould we run or....?

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>Like Spearhead, Wade's body language would show initial distrust. While his eyes were locked on her his mask would at least lighted the sharpness of his gaze.

>However all emotion would seem to drain from his face the more she went on her explanation. After she had finished all he would be able to say was a simple

....come again?

>He shakes his head and slaps his cheeks multiple times to regain his composure.

I'm sorry but I'm having some trouble here. Where....exactly were you born?

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>It seemed like a strange question to her, but who was she to argue?

Uhm, well i was born in the Pegasus breeding center in Hardtack from PR-1381 and PA-6428, but uhm... c-could i see the Princess soon uhm, Agent Wilson? I uhm, don't know how much time the others have before it's too late...

>She asks rather timidly, unsure if she said something offensive with the strange mans reaction.

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>Wade sits there in silence. His face unreadable as he seems to stare blankly at Timidglide. It was as if all at once a collection of missing pieces were just jammed into the puzzle he had spent the last 4 years of his life trying to solve. The serial numbers, the use of the word master, BREEDING CENTER!


>A part of him kicked himself for seemingly wasting all this physical and emotional effort for the key piece to practically fall into his lap. He wondered if he ever really needed to do anything at all. He had made great strides in his investigations but now the cheatsheet was just right in front of him.


>He stands up. His arms stretched out as his hands lay flat on the desk with the rest of him leaning onto it. As though the desk was the only thing keeping him from falling onto the ground. Deep breaths exit his body before being replaced by large gasps of air.


>He tries his best to stay calm for Timidglide's sake. But the strain in his words made it painfully clear there was some hint of extreme emotion in his voice.

...You're...going to...have to...forgive my outburst....But...I've literally...been looking for you....FOR NEARLY FIVE YEARS!

>He once again takes a deep breath before standing up straight, only for his body to collapse behind him in his chair which he seems to melt into for a brief period. Once his emotional spasm is done he response his seated position as though he was an NPC returning to its neutral state.

Ok! Ok, I'm cool I'm cool I'm fine! Let's not give the escapee any more reason to panic then she already has.

>He puts his hand to his head as he takes yet another breath before placing it back down on the desk.

Miss Timidglide I have personally been appointed cases such as yours by Princess Celestia herself. Anything you hoped to tell her you may tell directly to me.

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>Timidglide reels back in her seat from the sudden shout.


>Once the initial shock wares off, Timidglide ponders the confusing statement.

< He's been looking for me for Five years? But... I'm not even that old.

>The moment he mentions that he was appointed by the Princess Celestia herself, she perks up. Suddenly overjoyed.

R-really? Really really?!

>She briefly squeaks with joy before clearing her throat.

O-okay so uhm, well, my Master is in great danger. She predicted that Holweet was going to be betrayed by Atlas and taken over within a matter of weeks. Uhm, so she sent me off to find help for her and the other ponies she's kept in hiding. I flew here all the way from Holweet or uhm... most of the way. A friendly group of sailors saved me and their captain brought me to Canterlot, uhm, but th-that's not important uhm...

>Timidglide shakingly reaches into her jumpsuit and pulls out an official looking envelope with the official seal of the Holweet governing body. She hesitantly holds it out to Agent Wilson.

Uh-uhm, m-my master said i was supposed to deliver this to Celestia directly, b-but uhm, if you're assigned by her to take care of this, then uhm, i think it's okay to give it to you?

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>Wade reaches across the desk and takes the envelope as fast as his excited state could allow him. Though he doesn't open it he would hold it out and examine it. He knew enough about politics to know the seal. And even if he didn't Timidglide's story and the smell of bread would be a dead give away.

Now...Miss Timidglide.

>He puts the envelope down for a moment as He considers opening it himself. It was addressed to Celestia after all even if it was as of now a key part of his case.

Are you aware of just how many Equestrians are under your master's..."care"?

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>Timidglide pauses to think the question over, tapping her hooves together in a rhythmic pattern as though she were counting.

uhm, well, from the way my uhm, master talked, it kind of sounded like it was all the past ponies she had serving under her which would be like uhm... At lest 50? She said they were in a hidden cavern along the shore somewhere nearby uhm, nearby her home. But uhm, i've only been under my masters care for 3 years so uhm, there might be more...

>She stops and thinks the implication over to herself, never having fully realized exactly how many were depending on the success of her mission.

Oh, gosh, that's a lot of ponies...

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>At least 50. Was that the bare minimum he could expect to find in every location? Was this the total for the area or just this one person in particular. Either way, it made him sick.

.. This is... not easy to say.

>He reaches down to his pocket but stops half way. He seemed to be fighting himself on wether or not he should Do what he planned to do. Eventually he decided against it and moves his hand to the side of his head.

It's not common knowledge as of yet, but we believe most equestrians may be aware of it.

>He moves his hand as though he was turning a giant knob on the side of his head. After a few turns he returns his hand to the desk.

But we here have been having a problem. Discrimination against other nations. Some of them think it wise to capture ponies from our land and take them to parts unknown.

>A hint of sadness could be heard in his voice. It was clearly not something he liked speaking of out loud even if it was his job.

Once there they are put to work against their will. Their talents exploited for the benefit of their kidnappers. In short, slaves.

>He gives another pause. This one to gauge Timidglide's reaction to the concept. His own way of proving a long standing theory of his.

From the sound of it, your master may be a part of this organization in some way. Which makes it a wonder why they would come to us of all people in this time of war for their nation.

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>Amanda stood in line to the counter, her tired scanning the choices on the menu as she tugged on the collar of her armor to vent the heat trapped underneath. Humming along with the tune of the music playing in the cafe, she almost missed her name being called nearby.

>She quickly hummed as she turned her head, looking through the crowd, almost missing Bridget until...
"...Hold on, why does she look so fam-"

>Mid thought it came to her.

"Holy smokes, B-Bridget?! Is that you!?"

>The officer starts to walk over.

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>Timidglide grows somber as Agent Wilson explains the situation further.

All my life, i was taught that all ponies were born and raised in Holweet... Master Panera was telling me the truth then.

>Timidglide glances up at Wade.

I-i didn't know Equestria was a real place until Master Panera told me... b-but she's not part of it! M-master Panera has been very good to me, better than any of the others. She gave me a name and clothes.

>Realizing she was getting a little ahead of herself, she sighs and returns to answering his question.

I uhm, i can't speak for Master Panera, but uhm, she was against going to war with Anima from the beginning. But something went wrong and Master Panera tried to stop the war on her own by asking for help from an old friend. That's when Supreme Commander Baxter had her placed under house arrest. Uhm, she's worried that if-

uhm... when Atlas overpowers Holweet...

>She says in a pained tone.

She will be executed and the hidden ponies will never be rescued.

>She looks back up to Wade with hopefilled eyes.

P-please Agent Wilson, you have to save my master and the ponies!

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>He lets her finish. There was much he could have said, pointing out how her master clearly used manipulation tactics to keep her and her fellow servants in line. That if she really cared she would have told the truth, or better yet tell the people who were selling her slaves to fuck off. He was mentally and emotionally prepared to verbally tear down any defense she could have made for her master.


>And yet he choses not to. His silent rage growing dim the more she goes on. It was becoming clear why her master wanted Equestria's help in this matter. She had the perfect bargaining chip.


>Wade gets up from his chair, grabbing the letter as he walks in front of his desk in front of Timidglide. He walks past her and places a hand on her shoulder.

....I'm going to save them all. I promise you that.

>It was a heavy burden he placed upon himself. One he knew he would probably never be able to keep. But he would try his damndest to make it so.

Now come on. There's someone who I know will want to meet you.

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>Sucy stands and dusts herself off. She hears the chainsaw rev up just in time to watch the Plauge Doctor's guts splatter on the floor.


>She doesn't seem to bothered by the sight. Even casually walking up to the corpse just before it gets called by its master to face Alice. Only to be quickly obliterated by its enemy within seconds.


>With nothing else going on she goes to examine the Doctor's table to see if there was anything worth salvaging.

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