Re: FoE: RP The Infinity

[Tytan]

"We didn't. A vast majority of our rooms have never been used. I'm happy we'll be crossing one off the list."

[Tytan]

"So... What sort of facilities do you have?"

"It would be simpler to answer 'What facilities don't we have?'."

[Aonee]

"... Will I come back to the same moment in time I left?"

[Ironmonger]

Cast walked around the place aimlessly until he wandered into the atrium. With ponderous and precise movements he slowly moved into the room, glancing about with a combination of curiosity and suspicion. Upon seeing faces and hearing voices, both new and familiar, he blinked. "...Hello?"

[Tytan]

"Time is relative sir. If you mean will you return to your own time? Yes. The same place? Only if you want to."

[Tytan]

Clock was pleasantly surprised to see the Germane stallion, "Cast? Is that you? Good to see you! It's been a while, how're you doing?"

[Aonee]

Aon relaxes and lets out a breath. "Okay... I guess I can stay here for a while if I want then..."

[Craterfist]

The pony nodded, seeming satisfied, and turned to look up at Cast. "Hello. You're quite a sight, aren't you?" He said in his deep voice.

[Ironmonger]

Cast's ears perked at the sound of Clock's voice, a friendly voice that he hadn't heard in too long. His eyes darted around the room in search of the tiny mare, and then gave a small smile when he finally spotted her. "Likewise, Miss Clockwork. I've been..." His thoughts drifted back to the events of the past. Things that made him smile, things that made him afraid, and things that shook him to his very foundation, they all flooded his mind. "I've been busy." He finally said. He bulldozed all of those thoughts, without descrimination, into a corner of his mind.

He looked down to the smaller stallion, and turned his head sideways. "As are you. May I ask what your name is, Sir?"

(Editing post.)

[Tytan]

"You never did seem the sort to relax," she said jokingly.

[Craterfist]

The pony reached a hoof up for a hoofshake. "Call me Chernobyl." He said, his face unseen through his visor.

[Tytan]

The pony reached a hoof up for a hoofshake. "Call me Chernobyl." He said, his face unseen through his visor.

((I just imagined him saying that with a Russian/American accent and it gave me chills.))

[MrMagma]

((Oh hey guys, don't mind me dropping in inexplicably after not posting consistently since forever.
Might as well jump in, even if I'm only gonna be around for another hour or so, because why the fuck not.))

A pure-white pegasus pops into existence in the Atrium, foreleg outstretched, as if she had just finished opening a door. Her armour was torn and filled with rips and holes, and the mask she wore had its fair share of superficial damage.
"Of course." The mare mumbled quietly to herself upon realising she wasn't where she was before, complemented by a sigh of defeat, and a shake of her head. "Never goes according to plan."

[Craterfist]

((Imagine it with the voice clip I gave.))

[Tytan]

((I did. I imagined the same voice, but more Russian.))

Clock looked at the pure white Pegasus who'd just entered, "Eve?"

[Ironmonger]

((I'm sharing a computer, so I'll be somewhat inconsistent with my posts. Plus, devil tablet. NEVER TRUST DEVIL TABLET!  ))

The massive metal hoof reached out to firmly grip Chernobyl's, and then gently shook it. "I am Cast Iron of House Wrought Iron."

[MrMagma]

"Maybe. Depends on who's..." She pauses mid-sentence as she begins to piece everything together, recognising a few of the voices and faces that occupied the room. "..Clock?"

[Scyto Harmony]

Mincemeat looks between the three, "Aaaand Mincemeat is here too!" He says in a somewhat defeated voice.

[Tytan]

"Mr. Meat, I believe you have a guest." The stallion stepped to the side and revealed a trunk.

[Craterfist]

Chernobyl lowered his hoof and turned to the strange curator. "Where is this room lined with lead?"

[Scyto Harmony]

"Oh for the love of... Can I go ANYWHERE without you?" Mincemeat snaps at the Luggage.

The Luggage looks back at him. If you were there, you could've sworn he grinned.

[Tytan]

Captain turned to the suited stallion, "Sir must find a room that feels right. That will be the correct room."

He turned back to the ginger, "Sir, I believe your guest's dearest wish, the one that brought it here, was to find you."

[Ironmonger]

Cast looked over at Mince with a small smile. He was starting to feel better now that he was seeing more of his old friends. "Mincemeat?" He rumbled. He glanced over to the luggage, and he gave a wry smile. "And there's that creepy-ass thing."

[Craterfist]

((I have no idea what to do with that....))

[Scyto Harmony]

"Yeah that sounds about right." He says, trying not to smile, "It does seem to be his only reason to exist. To follow me."

The Luggage simply stares back.

"Not that I'll ever get an answer from it..."

[Tytan]

[Redacted]

[Tytan]

((Pick a door, any door. There are no wrong answers.))

"If that is what sir desires there is a room where you may find out."

[Craterfist]

Chernobyl just facehoofed and walked up the stairs, going down a hall and just choosing a door on a whim. 238. Just like uranium 238.

((No idea what to do beyond that...))

[Tytan]

((Open the door. It's the right one. You can describe the room however you like.))

[Scyto Harmony]

"Hello Cast, I see you're here too."

He leans in, conspiratorially, "Are you dead? I'm no convinced this guy is telling the truth."

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