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Better Layton Never Thread #67: Passing on the torch Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41562781[View All]

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

>Somewhere in Silver City, a Powerful Pair of heroes monitor the world which they have so eagerly dedicated to protect over the last few years. An unsung hero and his faithful Awesome Lad ready themselves as an alarm blairs signaling their call to action.

Holly Tolito Thread Man, it's the call to action alarm! It's time for Thread Man and Post Boy to save the world.

...No Post Boy, I'm afraid my time is up.

>The hero looks at the alarm in stern silence. He had only heard this very alarm once before. He knew well what it meant for him and his sidekick.

But Thread Man! You can't say that. This is a job only you can handle.

Post Boy, I have mentored you well over the last year, and never once have I heard you be more wrong then you have been now. It's your turn, boyo. The time has come for you to take up the mantel.

>Post Boy looks at his mentor in shock. Never once since he was adopted by Thread Man after his own parents were killed by The Sager had he heard his hero speak in such a way.

But...But Thread Man! I can't possibly do this on my own! I'm not ready. I still need you. The world still needs you to protect them.

That's where you're wrong, Post Boy. It is true, I have been here for longer then any other Thread Man to date. I alone have carried this mantel for far longer then any who had come before me. But I always knew that my time would come. That eventually that very alarm we hear now would signal my time to move on and make way for the next generation. Such as the previous Thread Men have before me. And now it's you're turn, Post Boy. From here on out, you are the new Thread Man.

>The Awesome Lad looks at the Cloaked Adventurer in disbelief. He can't believe that after all this time his hero would just come out and say such unbelieveable words. But in his heart of hearts he knew them to be true. Such is the inevitable fate of all Thread Men.

I.....I won't let you down, sir.

I know that, boyo. I have trained you well.

>He reaches out to grasp at Post Boy's badly drawn hand. The two stand for a moment in understanding silence. Silently saying their goodbye's as they knew what would come one he left the lair.

Now go! The world needs you..Thread Man.

>Without another word, the new Thread Man rushes off to the Mod Mobile and drives off to face the danger that threatened their world.

Mod speed, Thread Man.....Mod speed.

>The hero closes his eyes as his existence begins to fade from this world. A new day was dawing on the world. He knew the world of Better Layton Never was in good hands.
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<Oh no

>Dom hadn't been in town all that much. Real only interactions were from Fluttershy, Bridget, and her friend Amanda. So figuring out who that was was fairly instantaneous. It was a wonder how she was able to tell it was Dom though, since he was sure she hadn't seen him as a pony...but maybe it was the fact that he was facefirst in her chest. With a quick cough and a small shift of his body in an attempt to straight himself out, physically and mentally, Dom turned to the two once Bridget stepped away.


Names Honey Pot!

Ah reckon Bridget got preeeeddy lost round here. Doin mah part ta help -er- out

>"Honey Pot" coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, and to get use to his last minute accent.

<"We're so fucked hahahaha"

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>Mokou's form made a sort of spin in place, facing backwards now and toppling forwards to the ground with a heavy thud to the cement floor.

>As she let out a loud grunt and tucked her right arm across her chest, rolling onto her back and looking to the suit past her feet with fire in her eyes, and a vein of rage on her forehead. Her hand holding her shoulder to her semi limp arm, with Plank tucked under her elbow against her chest.

"Okay... aow...!"
>Giving a quick glance to Cozy then to Manny, grinding her teeth and leaning to the side, getting a foot under her, so she was in a kneeling position, hunched over holding her shoulder with Plank secure to her chest.

"Not cool... I caught myself.. shit bird clocks me like that? Cozy? .."
>Rolling her shoulder some as she got back into a sort of side long stance, narrowing off. Lightly raising her left arm and tucking the plank under her right arm behind her.

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"Hellboy's call just now? .. you not hear it?"
>Looking to Amanda's radio and seeing it was a lot worse off than her own, nodding that may be why she didn't hear it as well. She seemed just defeated and preoccupied anyhow.

"Two girls, white, young early twenties, one blonde in a coat, other in a purple clothes... with red and blonde hair?"
>She spoke quietly to Amanda near her shoulder as they neared and the girl started to explain.

>Mikoto stayed quiet for the moment just looking to Amanda and her discretion. Mostly looking over the girls purple clothes and the pony clearly not Luna. Why this girl was smothering a pony stallion into her chest in an alleyway was a whole nother wonder for later.

Cozy Glow!chess2d34ECountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563162

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"Oh Golly Mokou, if this was a real fight your opponent wouldn't show this much mercy~ You're doing a rather bad job showing your worth at the moment"

"Might be time to step up your game a little"

>Cozy said in a rather condescending tone

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>Amanda didn't know how to respond, though she was rather confused as to why they were hanging out in an alleyway in the middle of the night, it wasn't necessarily illegal.
"Oh? Honey Pot? ...Interesting name"

>Amanda kept her volume down as she spoke with her partner.
"No, I didn't... The radio traffic has been a total nightmare all night, I cannot understand anyone over the static... What is going on, what are they wanted of?"

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>Wade looks down at the spunky teen with a touch of regret in his heart.

<"Damn, kinda wishing I didn't break all those spears on the way here now."

Alright, I'm countin on ya, Spunky.

Now kid listen up. We're going to make our way back to the lobby. Keep your buddy with you at all times. In the event of an emergency most of the items in your hooves can be surprisingly effective weapons. Now before we get started I have to ask probably the most important question you kids have ever been asked.

>He looks to the group with dead seriousness on his face. His voice showing this was no longer a time for jokes.

Does anyone need to go the bathroom before we leave?

Manny The Many!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563166

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>Manny retracts his arm as Mokou seems to call a time out. He'd look over to Cozy, to see her response. Manny was pleased at the assessment and had a quiet chortle. Without looking, he'd aim his right arm at Mokou. And fire his fist at her face. Again. Roll 1d1000 = 547 evens.

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>The kids all look to each other briefly, trying to see if anyone needed to go.

I'm too excited to pee

Psst hey uh, spiderman

>The door is gently pushed open as Scrape enters the room. In a whispered tone just loud enough for Wade to hear, here continues

I'm picking up on the radio that some of your friends are in trouble in the west wing. One down and cornered. I'm gonna head over there to see if i can get them out of that bind, but you should hurry, i think they're sending more this way.

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563168


>Anxiously fidgeting in place and glancing off to the side, Bridget pats Dom on the head.

Well anyways, Honey Pot and i should probably get going. Don't want to keep you from all the important police work I'm sure you and your partner have to get to.We'll catch up later!

>Bridget motions for Dom to follow her as they move further down the alleyway to exit out to the street on the other side.

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<....wait, that person was a woman?

>"Honey Pot" thought to himself, might be losing his touch on keeping focus or retaining details.


Well! Ye two 'ave ah nice day now officers!

>"Honey Pot" gave a small tip of an invisible hat on his head, before quickly followed after Bridget, keeping his walking speed with Bridgets, though trying to make it go a bit faster than normal walking speed. All the while, Dom was doing numerous prays to Luna oddly enough.

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>Nodding twice and stepping aside to allow them to leave the alleyway, as soon as they passed she would lean back in to Amanda, quietly speaking again.

"Seriously.. you sure you don't have a concussion...?"
>Looking over towards the two exiting. >>41563163
"Hellboy called out an officer down, and security breach. Three suspects, two girls and a shape shifter looking like Luna.. that one Bridget matches one of the descriptions and that pony... we're like a block from the station and they're here necking... like..."

>Giving Amanda a bit of a look of hurry looking between the the leaving and Amanda, holding a hand out palm up making a 'hmmm!' sound.

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>Giving a light thrust down of her left arm at Cozy.

"What? .. you can't be serious.. I can't just fry him now can I?"

>Staring long at Cozy before shifting her glance over to Manny, right as he fired his cabled fist at her once more.


>The fist sailed at her, ducking her shoulders and head to the side and reaching out with her left hand to grab the cable as it passed over her shoulder. Her hand going white hot and the heat emanating off it like a roof of a car in the middle of the day. Gripping tight with the intent to melt the cable. Wincing some.

Roll 1d1000 = 977 Evens

-If successful. Would attempt to sling the separated length of cable and hand back towards Manny.
Roll 1d1000 = 804

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>Lucky Wade has also learned to tune out various noises including the excessive chatter of excited children. He squats down to get a better listen of what Scrape was saying.

>He ponders it for a moment. Even if he dumped the kids on Scrape he had no idea how to navigate this facility. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a small device that looked similar to his belt buckle.

Knew I should have handed these out before hand. Alright take this. If things get rough just press down on the left eye.

>Should they follow through with that he would at least have a general location on where to teleport to with the signal he'd get from it.

>He quickly stands up and claps his hands.

Well if everyone is empty let's get going. Remember to stay behind me.

>With that he motions for the kids to follow him as he begins to lead them back to the lobby.

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The left eye... right.

>While Scrape has absolutely no idea what exactly the purpose of this device was, he was not about to start asking questions. Not that asking questions was in the Alerians nature to begin with.

Good luck.

>Scrape waves

Bye kids!

Bye mister Scrape!

>Scrape rushes off and the kids follow Wade to the lobby like a line of baby ducklings. A few of the children gasp and remark at the remains of the guards taken care of earlier. Before they can get too concerned, Spunky speaks up and mumbles something about how they're just sleeping. While Wade had been occupied with the kids, Scrape seemed to have moved the bodies around to look like they were sleeping. All except for the captain who was slightly sticking out of one of the trash cans. Just as the group arrives in the lobby and a few of the children start wandering off to eat the flowers on the table, a nearby door swings open as a few confused and worried young adults make their way towards the lobby.


>One of these adults approaches Wade

Are you the Wade?

>He glances about at the various children standing about.

Of course you are, you have the young ones with you. Tempest said that we should follow you to get out. Oh! Uh, she also wanted me to tell you... shoot what was it...

Something about a truck?

>Just as the second young adult speaks up, there is a loud truck honk just outside the doors.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563176

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I have been called many things. The insufferable one, Ragnar the destroyer, Mithras, though if you ask my latest girlfriend she likes to call me little-

>The sound of the horn would cover up the next few words that came out of Wade's mouth.

-sausage. Ah, the ride is ready. She must have gone on ahead to get it warmed up.

>He turns around to face the kids, addressing them more then the adults who likely already knew what to do.

Come on kids, we've reached the first leg here. If everyone has their buddy then let's all go outside and hop into the truck outside.

>He rushes over to the door and holds it open. As they followed he would perform a head count of all present to make sure they matched up with the numbers he had been previously given.

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>While the children were not paying particularly close attention to what Wade was saying when the truck honked, the adults react with embarrassed discomfort.

Is that how everyone talks outside of Holweet?

Should we talk to each other like that too?

>The young ones happily march their way through the door and towards the already dropped ram. Tempest was leaning out the window to keep a closer eye on things on her end.

This truck smells funny.

>As the kids and adults shuffle into the truck, packing in tight to fit, Wade finds that all the kids and adults are accounted for. Save for one adult still missing.

Isn't Angel coming with us?

>One of the adults ask Wade.

Manny The Many!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563178

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>the moment Manny's fist failed to connect with her face, he began retracting his hand. The cable narrowly avoids being caught by Mokou. Manny would look back to Mokou as the hand returned to position. Once more the extendo hand flies out to harass Mokou. This time it flies at her left leg. The metal hand clasps onto her ankle. Manny then yanks hard to pull her leg out from under her, trying to get her to fall backwards onto Plank. Roll 1d1000 = 198 evens.

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>With the reminder of the prized breeder Wade looks around. Like the adult had pointed out Hawkshaw and his team hadn't made it back yet. They must have had more trouble then he initially thought.

Tempest, go on ahead. I'll go check on the others.

>He shouts as he rushes back into the facility. He looks around for signs that could lead him to where he was going and follows them.

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>Hair staying in place almost as her body yanked downwards and thudding on her side and hip, landing atop the plank and her good arm with a thud and jolt of her head. Groaning out as she looked to the hand now clamped tightly around her ankle. The fall jostling her enough to give a moment of hesitation before she let out a muffled curse through her teeth.

>Sliding Plank back behind her across the floor a good distance and glaring at the hand and Manny. Kicking one leg out and over and tangling more of the cable around her gripped leg. Starting to emanate heat that was visible instantly, and the yellow white glow and hue off her body. The cement around her looking somewhat malleable. A piece of re-barb sticking out of the wall bending and drooping some near instantly. She'd melt his hand and the cable off or to her if it meant taking his hand away.

>Raising herself up slowly to a stance as she did using mostly her right arm and hand that, looked like it was against a mattress in the cement that went like play dough under her touch. Feet sinking just some and a few spots starting to bubble around her, and whisks of light flames flying off her here and there.

Manny The Many!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563182

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>As Mokou got to her feet, Manny would waggle a finger with his organic hand at her in disappointment.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

>He'd then pull put his silenced pistol with said hand. He didn't bother retracting his right hand, the heat already deforming it into more of a shackle on her ankle now. In fact, he push out some more cable to give it slack. He shot off in a run to Mokou's left in a circle. His gun aimed to where Plank had slid off to. And easy shot, granted Mokou didn't get in the way. Roll 1d1000 = 548 evens.

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>Tempest nods and starts directing the ponies from the back window into better positions.

Adults around the edge, children gathered in the middle

>Tempests voice fades away the further into the facility Wade ventures. The signs only giving vague directions via the symbols alone as to where to go. They were somewhere in the west wing, but the further he went, the more confusing and convoluted the hallways and rooms became. As though this section of the facility where the adults were kept was intended to be a maze. Suddenly, Wade would receive a signal from the device he had given Scrape earlier.

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Gah! Nngh! Nope! Oh that's just horse shit.

>He was in fact not literally referring to equine fecal matter but more expressing his frustration in the design of such a facility.

Maybe through here? Here? Please don't be another bathroom. Wait what the fuck?

>Upon turning around he would look down a hallway with a variety of doors on either side.

Oh no, I've seen enough Dooby Scoo to know how that ends up.

>Just as he's about to start blowing up walls his belt begins to beep repeatedly.

Ugh, finally!

>He practically slams his hand on the left eye of the belt buckle and gets ready to strike out at the first bread shapped thing be sees.

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>Cozy immedietally stands up as Mokou starts literally melting the floor.

"HEYHEYHEY!!! Careful!! I already lost my deposit on this place, I don't need to rack up damage to the bill too!!"

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>Amanda replied, seeming slightly in shock.
"Shit... Can this day get any worse?"

>Now with the information her partner gave her, she starts paying closer attention to Bridget's body language. The red flags she started noticing began pigging her interest despite how much she was trying to overlook them.

<Dammit... Not like this

"...Hey actually hold up Bridget, are you busy at the moment? I have a few questions I sort of want to ask you. Nothing too serious of course, more something out of curiosity really."

>Though she kept her guard up, she was still mostly skeptical that her childhood friend was actually up to any real trouble other than coincidentally matching a description.

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>Mokou shot a look over to Cozy at her outburst on the damage she was starting. She'd make it up to her. This was her job more or less and this guy... well, he just pissed her off.

"Tsk tsk, my ass!"

<Should have thought that through more...

>Seeing him pulling his pistol and go for the shot on plank, Mokou dropped one hand down taking a knee briefly and gripping the cable, yanking it hard to the side to jerk him hopefully off sight.

>Throwing out her other hand as she yanked back, open palm, and letting a narrow fan of white hot flame, like a jet engine arch out and melt the windows, seal, and floor and ceiling, like she was making a wall of heat between plank and Manny to maybe melt the round or throw it off at the least.


Roll 1d1000 = 87 Evens

>Jet wall to melt or distort round.

Roll 1d1000 = 121 Evens

Manny The Many!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563204

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>Manny gets the shot off before she can yank him around by his cable. The bullet flies through the air, straight and true to its target. It narrowly avoids the stream of heat and fire from her attack. The bullet is deformed slightly by the narrow escape, and begins to tumble in the air. Unfortunately for Plank, the projectile stays true enough to its course. The bullet smashes into Plank, blowing a large chunk out of it and sending it skidding further away.

>Upon hearing the hit and seeing Plank skid further away, Manny stops in place and puts his pistol away calmly, uncaring for any possible attack Mokou might launch. He'd turn to Cozy.

Double tap required?

>He'd ask politely.

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>Wade teleports into the midst of battle scarred grand entrance to the prized mares chambers. Several dead Alerians are scattered about the room and the walls scarred by combat. All of Hawkshaws team are bound and have collars around their necks. Scrape is on his knees with his hand behind his head. All around Wade and Scrape are fully armed guards, guns pointed directly at them.

What! You said this was a tracker!

>Scrape smirks

Not for you, TO you.

Don't just stand there, fire fire!

For Mother Panera!

>The 8 guards all open fire on Wade and Scrape. The bullets tearing Scrape apart in the process.

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>Bridget slows down her escape with Dom. For a moment, she contemplates if it would be better to try and talk her way out of this (Not her strong suit) or to just make a run for it now and have her old friend be forced to chase her down. With a gentle tap on Dom's back to stop him, Bridget glances back at Amanda over her shoulder.

Y-yeah? I'm kind of busy right now, but since it's you, i guess i can answer some questions. Make them quick though, i was supposed to be back home by now.

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>Dom tensed up with Amanda calling out to her, hair standing up on the back of his neck as the realization washed over that it wasn't going to be a simple get away. He had hopped that the two hadn't gotten word of what had happened yet, but....Dom relaxed a bit at the tap on the shoulder, supposing that Bridget wanted to try talking...though by the sound of her voice...with nothing more said, Dom turned his head to look at Bridget, then back at the two officers

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>As the smoke settled it was clear the deed was done, with deadly precision at that. Their demonstration rather impressive yet a terrifying reality check at the same time, perhaps it was time she explored over options when it came to her personal protection, or find Mokou some training at least. With a sarcastic grin she clops her forehooves together as she fluttered over to the two of them.

"My boydguard ladies and gentlecolts"

>She turned her attention back onto Manny with a more genuine smile as she reverted back to her "normal" personality.

"Golly~ You did very well mister Manny, effortlessly at that."

"Wish I could say the same for my own bodyguard...."

"So what are your conditions if I were to employ you? Any personal objection to certain tasks or is anything on the table?"

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"I mean... it could... it could actually be them. ... regardless, kinda odd to be doing kinda, perverse stuff like that in an alleyway."
>Mikoto whispered quietly out of the side of her mouth to Amanda as she leveled off and kept a casual stance, putting a hand half way into a pocket. Giving a glance back into the alleyway for a moment then to the pony watching him mostly. Keeping her casual less skeptical face on letting Amanda take lead.

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>Letting her head down and shadowing over her face at Cozy's words and seeing the plank get shot. She let go of the cable in her hand that was mostly molten and grabbed the melted part around her ankle, tearing at it with a glow still emanating off her. Tearing it away and lightly chucking to the side for Manny to retract or whatever. Punching a fist down into the slowly hardening cement as her heat dissipated fully and she came back to a full stance, tucking her hands in her pockets and keeping a single pace away from Cozy, was just behind her side while she talked with Manny. Keeping her head down but a part of her vision on the guy. Fishing for the pack of cigarrettes that was half crushed in her pocket and popping one out. Giving it a light with her finger tip before tucking her hands back into her pockets again, staying silent.

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>It didn't take long to realize Wade had basically been teleported into an ambush. Though given Scrape's reaction it would seem it was anything but intentional on his part. Still, when you're surrounded by guns from all around there's only so many you can avoid without special abilities involved. The best Wade could do was make sure they didn't hit anything vital. No time for a regeneration right now.

>He quickly relaxes his knees to get under as many bullets as possible. A few manage to hit him in the shoulder and upper torso. His blood spurting out with each impact. He moves quickly to shoot at one of them in the leg, an opening he needed to get out of the murder circle. With that one guard forced down he is able put all his straight into one arm to lift himself up into a hand stand. His feet making contact with another guard to kick off of him toward the downed one to leap over him.

>He stands with his back toward them. His free hand reaching behind him to pull out a sword. Ranged in one hand, melee in the other. He takes a deep breath as they reload.


Starting Playlist: "Slapping songs to fight god to"

Mick Gordon - The Only Thing They Fear Is You (DOOM Eternal OST)

>It's always the same start but they never seem to expect it. Leap forward to slice a few of their guns in half. A waste of perfectly good guns but the look on their faces was always priceless. Least as long as it lasted before the boot to the face. While that one was sent flying get a few shots in on the two standing next to them. By the time they realize they're dead the one will hit the one behind him. Two for one deal on the swordkabob.

>Leave the sword in, the pain will cause the one in the back to loosen the grip on his still good gun. Take it, spray and pray at the two on the right. Empty the magazine before getting the sword back out. Use the spin from the momentum to slice at one of the remaining guards before shooting at the last one with the pistol. One of the good parts of Alerians, much easier to clean up without the blood spill.

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He-he's not going down. HE'S NOT GOING DOWN! GAH!

>The guards enter a state of panic as each of them scramble to reload. Each of them being taken down just as quick as the next with nothing but pure fear smeared across their faces. The last of the guards if barely able to utter their final words as they fall to the ground, riddled with holes.

He's, hrk, a monster

>The three captured members of Hawkshaws team had ducked and scrambled up against the walls to keep out of the way. When the dust settled, the three slowly raised their heads to get a full view of the massacre.

By the Mothers, your something else. If we had more like you we could free the whole of Holweet.

>The gruff looking pegasus with the prosthetic wings shakes to head to refocus.

Hawkshaw is in there with Angel right now trying to convince her to leave. The Alerians had no idea he was in there. We won't be much use to you until we get these collars off.

>She says with an annoyed grunt.

Tempest is the best at taking these off without blowing our heads off. We'll meet you back at the truck. Hurry! The timers on the bombs should be ready to go off any minute now!

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>The words that leave the last Alerian echo in Wade for a brief moment. He remembers the first time he had heard those exact words. He can still smell burning flesh and plastic. He looks down at the Alerian and sees an equestrian scientist laying among broken glass and destroyed machinery.

>It wasn't until the Equestrian was nearly done talking did he snap back to the present.

Oooo, yeah. About that. Kinda already told her to get out of here with the kids and her group. Kinda sort on time and all and figured you guys would be up for a jog. One of these guys had to have a key on him right?

>He lowers his weapons and searches for a key to the collars. He knew that without it the Equestrians wouldn't be able to use their natural abilities. And flying would be pretty useful right now.

What's taking him so long anyway? Figure someone as important as her would be down for an armed escort.

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Well, that's fine. Priority is to the escapees anyways. We'll just meet up with the others at the rendezvous point.

>The pegasus tilts her head curiously as Wade searches the dead guards.

If you're looking for a key, don't bother. They put these on intending for them never to come off. If there is a key, it's probably in the capital, far from here. We'll just have Tempest remove them.

>The three start make their way over to a nearby wall.

I don't know what's taking him so long, the rest of the ponies were easy enough to convince. Probably has something to do with why Hawkshaw wanted to talk to her alone. I say, just grab her and run for it. We don't have time to play with words anymore.

>The large earth pony turns around a bucks a massive hole in the wall to the outside.

See ya at the air base

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Aight, catch ya later.

>He says as though they were just casually breaking up after a night out. That was one thing those null collars were bad at. Just wasn't much you could do against raw Earth Pony strength. Made Wade glad he wasn't born a unicorn. For a second he ponders on how different life would be if Appleslice was born of a different race. Kid was smart enough to be a unicorn but maybe that was just something from a long forgotten ancestor.

Back to business.

>He looks toward the door containing Angel. The group had been here a while and this was their only job. They ended up taking the lion's share of the group because this was the most heavily guarded area. Even taking that into account Hawkshaw would have had to be in there a while. He ponders on if he should just wait for a few more minutes before storming in. After all he had to be aware of their time limit.


>Nah that would take to long. He casually walks toward the door before practically slamming it open with one hand.

Oy! Hawkshaw, what's taking so long?

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>Within the room, Wade finds a luxury spa for one. A fantastical queen sized bed with silk sheets, a fully stocked kitchen, various forms of entertainment, everything a pony could want. Except for freedom of course. At the other end of the room standing next to a door marked as being the restroom, Hawkshaw is desperately trying to convince it's occupant to leave.

C'mon Angel, even if you don't want to join our cause, I really need to get you out of this place. You need to know what the rest of Holweet looks like beyond this little paradise you've got here.

>From beyond the door, Wade would hear a familiar sounding voice. Soft, gentle, frightened.

I don't want to know what it's like out there. I like it here! Why do you keep trying to take it all away from me? I never told anyone that you were part of the underground because you're my friend, but please just leave me alone. I'm not coming out

>Hawkshaw sighs and turns to Wade.

She's uh, little more stubborn than i anticipated...

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>Wade was expecting a variety of things when he opened the door. A house of breeding horrors straight out of a bad kink film about a college student and her CEO lover, Hawkshaw and Angel doing the do letting the rush of near death drive them, even some kind of boss fight. Instead Wade finds himself facing his greatest fear of all. A spoiled brat.

>The words hit Wade like a ton of bricks though he doesn't dare let himself show it. He casually approaches the door as Hawkshaw explains the situation to him. He of course could easily kick open the door and drag her out kicking and screaming. In fact he considers doing it for a brief moment. And yet the words of Tempest echo in him.


>He motions for Hawkshaw to stand aside as he takes a seat in front of the door. His voice wasn't the most soothing in the world. In fact a wise man once said it was something akin to oil over gravel, but he could at least see things from the perspective of someone scared of change.

Hey Angel, it's Wade. Don't know if Hawkshaw told you about me or not, he failed the hype up portion of the sidekick initiation test after all.

>Step one, lighten the mood with humor.

You got a pretty nice set up here. Can kinda see why you wouldn't want to leave it behind.

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Is there someone else out there with you?

>Hawkshaw holds out his hoof as though he gave Wade permission to give it a try. From behind the door comes a soft chuckle.

It's better than nice, it's the best. Holweet has done nothing but take extra special care of me my entire life.

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>It was lucky there was a door in between them otherwise Angel may have seen the slight cringe that sentence caused for a second underneath Wade's mask.

I'd wager all the friends you bring in here are always happy to see you too. You must be able to throw a lot of parties.

>Wade more then likely already knew the response this would give. A bit of the truth baked into keeping the conversation positive.

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Hawkshaw is my only friend, everyone else that comes to visit is just here to do their duty as a citizen of Holweet.

>There is a brief silent gap between her answer.

What's a parties?

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>He figured that much. Such a trophy would likely have been kept in isolation from the rest of the rabble. Disgusting.

A party? Well that's when a whole bunch of people get together and have fun. Play music, watch a few movies, maybe dance a little if the cider flows freely enough. You've never had one before?

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That sounds like fun... and a lot of social interaction that I'm not allowed to have. "It would be too strenuous on my fragile psyche"

>She answers with in a rehearsed tone, as though she had heard it a thousand times before.

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Heh, they sound just like my mom.

>He takes a deep breath before responding in a mocking attempt at a mare's voice.

"Boy you need to stop hangin with them no good waste of furs". Well look who's laughing now, mom. I'm a big shot government man.

>He boasts proudly, even banging on his chest.

Just goes to show that sometimes you gotta go out and do your own thing. Even if everyone warns you otherwise.

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>Angel quietly ponders the strangers words.

but I don't want to go out. I can do my own thing right here in my room where everything is safe. I don't even know what's out there... It's scary to think about.

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>Manny doesn't retract the cable once it is free of Mokou, waiting for it to cool off first.

Your limits are my limits.

>He'd reply cheerily.

As for hiring conditions, aside from the usual rates, I do have replacement fees in the event a me is killed in your service and you wish to replace me.

>He'd say as he walked back over to the table.

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Oh yeah, it's really scary. Probably the most frightening thing anyone can ever do is leave home.

>If Hawkshaw were to try and speak up Wade would simply raise a hand to suggest he stay quiet.

But we all have to eventually. And when that time comes you have two options. You can stay where you are, knowing nothing will change. Or you can punch your fear right in the dick and make things better by your own hooves.

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>Hawkshaw opens his mouth to add his own thoughts to the conversation just as Wade predicted, and is kept quiet.

But how can i know things will be better if i leave? What if it doesn't get better than this? What if nobody likes me... I would be alone in a new scary world. At least here I'm alone with all the comforts i could ever want.

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You wouldn't know unless you try. It's true that you'll get out there and there will be plenty of people who won't like you. In fact some of them may hate your guts.

>his words soften. The place they were coming from was one he felt all too well in the past.

But for every one of those you'll be able to make a friend. More then that. And eventually, you'll end up meeting people you'll want to keep in your life no matter how things get. People who can help you in the rough times, and share in the good. Besides I can name at least 10 people who would love to meet you right off the top of my head.

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