Re: FoE: RP The Infinity

[Tytan]

"You may eat, rest, and repair your equipment, but nothing that belongs here may leave. Otherwise you have free reign. If you wish to eat simply look for a door that feels right."

[Guest]

Red growled and leaped at Clock only for her to stay in place. "You bitch." She hissed, if she thought she could reach she'd be biting at the doctor.

[Tytan]

"If you're a good girl I'll get you something to eat. If you're a really good girl I'll think about letting you out. And if you're a really really good girl I'll consider your offer."

[Ironmonger]

Fury gave the Captain a flat look behind his visor. "I'm not going to lie, this shit just gets weirder and weirder. Your help is appreciated, Captain." With that, the armored stallion turned and trotted off. His head swiveled from wall to wall as he searched for the door that he needed. "Armory, armory, armory, armory, hot mares-no brain you knock that shit off, armory armory..." He muttered to himself.

[Tytan]

Fury finds a door with an old timey bomb symbol on the front, for some reason the bomb has a decal resembling a reclined mare with a long mane.

[Guest]

She pulled against the braces as hard as she could the ones on her back legs particularly. She kept it up until her butt hung over the edge of the bed, then lifted her tail and began to urinate on the floor. Red kept eye contact with Clock all through out the act.

[Ironmonger]

"Interesting symbol."Fury said. He flared his horn and carefully opened the door, and then stepped inside. His eyes scanned around the room for the tools and parts that he could use to clean his equipment.

[Tytan]

Clock looked like she hadn't expected any less, "Beautiful. That's two bodily fluids in ten minutes. Do you want a diaper or a catheter?"

[Tytan]

The walls are lined with racks of weapons. Makes and models from every continent. Some ancient and others unrecognizable in their complexity. There's a table with a full set of tools, cloths, and lubricants. There's also a day by day calendar, the theme appears to be mares in rather compromising positions.

[Guest]

"Which one does your marefriend prefer?" She replied with a sneer.

[Tytan]

"She acts like an adult, and thus is treated like one. She also doesn't wet herself like a school filly on her first day of school."

[Guest]

She gave her a look that said she was done talking and instead worked at trying to kill her with glares.

[Tytan]

Clock lounged back in an office chair, she looked back coolly at the mare, "I've only met one pony who's looks could kill, and that's because he emit radiation like you emit body odor."

[Frost]

((Red/Clock rap battle. Right here, right now.))

[Tytan]

((But...but... I'm white. I can't rap!))

[Guest]

"Who's cleaning who's piss?"

[Ironmonger]

((He's whiter than sour cree-ee-eam!))

Fury immediately closed the door and walked over to the work table, occasionally glancing at the calendar. "Focus, dammit." He muttered to himself. He flared his horn and went about unsealing his helmet, going about the process like it was routine. Eventually the helmet came off and he set it down on the table, revealing a black stallion with a buzzed white mane and amber eyes. He was the spitting image of his father. He unfastened the rifle on his side and set it up on the table, then went about stripping it down to its basic components.

[Tytan]

"You're cleaning your own, unless you really enjoy the smell that much. Your attitude determines the method."

[Guest]

"What? Princess can't handle a little smell?"

[Tytan]

"I realize you may have caused a few, but get back to me when you've cleaned a decaying flesh wound. Until then you go ahead and stew in your own juices. For the time being I'll be sitting here enjoying my comfortable chair barely noticing the smell of juvenile retaliation."

[Ironmonger]

Fury finished cleaning his prized rifle, and he put it away. He opened his bag and pulled out an SMG that he had bought for cheap at a gun store. It was of primitive construction, but it was reliable, accurate, and it had gotten him through some close calls. His eyes drifted over to the calendar as he floated the weapon onto the table. "Oh, wow. That's...wow." Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention, which caused him to slap the SMG too hard onto the table. His eyes widened at the sound, and he immediately put his helmet back on, got down to the floor, and began fastening it to his armor, all in one fluid motion. The gun spun erratically on the table as it fired about wildly. It was like thunder and lightning as it rattled off.

((I got this from an old story about a distinct flaw with the Sten guns. ))

[Tytan]

A smooth female voice emanated from the ceiling, "Danger detected. Suppressing."

A blue light shone from nowhere and covered the gun. Instantly it was frozen mid-cycle, bullet casing flying through the air and a slug just exiting the barrel.

"Suppression successful."

[Ironmonger]

Fury opened his eyes at the disturbing lack of noise, but remained where he was. "...Thank...you?"

[Tytan]

"Nichts zu danken. Do you require anything else?"




((Please ask who she is please ask who she is.))

[Ironmonger]

Fury hopped up onto his hooves and looked around for a speaker that could be producing the sound. "Nothing that can help. What's your name, sexy?"

[Tytan]

"My name is Infinity. Do you require a facsimile for further conversation?"

[Ironmonger]

Fury felt a small smile cross his features. "Certainly. It's kinda weird talking to someone I can't see." He said in a joking tone. I bet she's hot. His brain thought. You shut your fucking mouth, brain. He thought back. You tryin' to tell me somethin'? Nu-uh, you can't tell me nothin'.

[Tytan]

The same blue light emanated and solidified in mid-air. It started in a general pony shape, but it started settling into a more distinct shape. It became taller, more slender, and feminine. It's coat became a light blue and her darker blue mane became a short, but girly pixie cut. The change finished with the addition of a cutie mark, a sideways figure eight. When it was done she opened her startling blue eyes, "Greetings. You may call me Infinity, but if you wish you may call me whatever you desire."

[Ironmonger]

Fury was speechless for a short moment. "Well, hello, beautiful..." He muttered to himself. "You didn't really have to help me out there, my armor isn't afraid of a little shooty-facey from a .45. I do appreciate it, though."

[Tytan]

"That is an automatic safety protocol that is activated regardless of guest's personal safety," she paused briefly as if making sure of something, "Name change confirmed, I will now respond to the name, 'Beautiful'."

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