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Icy Shake wrote:ch 1:
but I certainly did as I felt the bite of one that traveled through my temporary shield.
"travelled"
Just thought I should mention that the double-l spellings "travelled" and "travelling" are British English, and the single-l spellings "traveled" and "traveling" are American English. Project Horizons is supposed to be entirely in the American English dialect, but since it has had both American and British editors working on it at various times, it has a mixture of spellings from both dialects.
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Yes, there is that too.O. Hinds wrote:And they're good for pointing out errors that need correcting, of course.Icy Shake wrote:I'm happy to hear that's still the case. It's nice that others can get something out of them in addition to them being something fun to do and a way to try to remember things better.
"Travelled" and "travelling" are an unusual case, because while by my understanding they are fairly unambiguously the standard spelling in British English, they are considered acceptable variant spellings within American English. Given that, I took the minimalist approach of suggesting the majority be standardized to.Train Dodger wrote:Icy Shake wrote:ch 1:
but I certainly did as I felt the bite of one that traveled through my temporary shield.
"travelled"
Just thought I should mention that the double-l spellings "travelled" and "travelling" are British English, and the single-l spellings "traveled" and "traveling" are American English. Project Horizons is supposed to be entirely in the American English dialect, but since it has had both American and British editors working on it at various times, it has a mixture of spellings from both dialects.
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Re: [GRIMDARK] Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons Discussion
It's true that it's an accepted variant, and yes, it would be a bit more of a pain to standardize them the other way around. Including those last few edits, there are 28 instances of "travelling" throughout the story and 15 instances of "travelled" that I know of. Just in case, here they are:
- Various Edits - Travelling/Travelled to Traveling/Traveled:
- Travelling > Traveling (28 instances):CHAPTER 2: We’d been travelling for almost three hours, and it felt like a lot longer; there was no sense of time in the gray twilight beneath the rolling clouds.CHAPTER 2: If you were going to have a travelling companion, it’d be hard to beat that.CHAPTER 8: “She’s travelling with a pegasus and an earth pony,” the crème buck gang leader said as he glowered at the caravanners.CHAPTER 8: “Ain’t no turkeys here,” the old buck cackled again as the gang searched the packs. He was obviously telling the truth; clearly none of the travelling ponies could be hiding wings beneath their dusty robes and cloaks.CHAPTER 8: “Once the slides are prepared, please see they get to Dr. Morningstar at the RDSP with my notes. I’m sure he’ll be interested in more. Let him know I’m travelling with Blackjack.”CHAPTER 8: Perk added: Intense Training- Your experiences travelling in the Wasteland have allowed you to add one to your intelligence.CHAPTER 12: “Ah, that is a funny story. We were travelling along the rails towards the city.CHAPTER 13: ‘And what, I have to wonder, makes you different from everypony else? You think you’ve got virtue? Friends? You’re broken goods travelling with damaged wares, Blackjack. But don’t worry, I don’t mind busted things.’CHAPTER 14: Unfortunately, we’d barely been travelling for an hour when the Fixer wore off.CHAPTER 15: In the few hours we’d been travelling together, I’d learned little from the strange pony with shining armor, who was still smeared with darkening gore.CHAPTER 17: I’d visited there for a couple of days while travelling with Glory.CHAPTER 19: Not in some kind of fairy tale of an alicorn banishing her sister to the moon, but actually travelling there.CHAPTER 19: I’m damaged goods travelling with broken wares and trying to save the Wasteland.CHAPTER 20: P-21 clenched his head between his hooves. “Are you telling me we’re travelling with a psychopath?”CHAPTER 20: Then again, I was travelling with a pony with a soul thingy lodged within her and a hallucination that liked cards, on my way to… liberate… my stable.CHAPTER 20: Travelling through the operations center gave me a sense of déjà vu.CHAPTER 23: I’d saved her life and killed everypony she knew. And now she was travelling with her killers.CHAPTER 31: “Of course. Because I’m travelling with the only pony who wants to go into a place marked ‘Biomagical Contamination, Quarantined’,” P-21 muttered.CHAPTER 33: I wasn’t sure how long we’d been travelling? Hours?
(Grammar: Incidentally, the first sentence there isn't a question, and so should end with a period.)CHAPTER 44: Clearly, travelling with me for almost an hour and hearing my entire life story hadn’t really convinced him that I wasn’t the safest mare to be around.CHAPTER 46: The boredom, the tediousness, the silent rovings through the level… and above all the twisty-turny nature of travelling through infrastructure designed around pipes, vents, and power generators rather than ponies.CHAPTER 48: “Part of me... don’t worry about it. Welcome to the Blackjack and Co. Travelling Freak Show. Remember to shoot Blackjack. It’s good luck.”CHAPTER 49: I felt like I was moving, but no matter which direction I took, I was travelling back inside.CHAPTER 58: Don’t think about -- and I was so busy not thinking that I misstepped and discovered a whole new way of travelling: falling down a hillside.CHAPTER 63: “I’ve travelled with Blackjack. I don’t need lessons in dealing with the unexpected.”CHAPTER 64: Travelling through the Core wasn’t ‘pick a direction and go’.CHAPTER 65: “Well, you certainly can pick the perfect travelling company.”CHAPTER 65: “You’re travelling with one of Equestria’s oldest nemeses, and you don’t have any questions?” Discord said with a sickly grin.
Travelled > Traveled (15 instances):CHAPTER 1: She didn’t even seem to realize she was shot, but I certainly did as I felt the bite of one that travelled through my temporary shield.CHAPTER 2: Eight pellets of lead travelled less than two feet, turning the firearm into scrap and her lower face and throat into pulp.CHAPTER 18: P-21 busied himself with cracking the containers open as we travelled along the broken asphalt past rusting wagons.CHAPTER 27: I’m dying to know how you and that dashite travelled without being detected,” she said as she passed out one to each of us.CHAPTER 30: In a few minutes, we’d travelled nearly a mile west and popped out right next to a battered but intact fire station.CHAPTER 38: I travelled further along and reached some sort of security station in front of a heavy door; there were bones behind the bulletproof glass… and a sidearm.CHAPTER 51: My eyes travelled from the comely dove-gray mare to my sheet-wrapped love.CHAPTER 52: So I travelled far and wide in search of anypony who could bring order to the world.CHAPTER 54: The last time I’d travelled between Flank and Chapel, I’d been running like a maniac to try and save Chapel from Sanguine.CHAPTER 56: We travelled down a staircase, into halls where there was much hustle and bustle in preparation for the Gala tonight.CHAPTER 58: She’d travelled through hell with me in Hightower.CHAPTER 58: Perhaps alicorns who travelled in time? Super telekinetic alicorns?CHAPTER 59: I remember way back, when Twilight first travelled to Ponyville, she thought Nightmare Moon was going to return.CHAPTER 60: I didn’t dare lead them towards Glory’s home or the university… so I travelled in the general direction of ‘away’!CHAPTER 63: “I’ve travelled with Blackjack. I don’t need lessons in dealing with the unexpected.”
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...Yes, um, a wee little bit of a pain. I'm so glad that Icy Shake found a way for me to not have to do that. :DTrain Dodger wrote:It's true that it's an accepted variant, and yes, it would be a bit more of a pain to standardize them the other way around. Including those last few edits, there are 28 instances of "travelling" throughout the story and 15 instances of "travelled" that I know of. Just in case, here they are:
- Various Edits - Travelling/Travelled to Traveling/Traveled:
Travelling > Traveling (28 instances):CHAPTER 2: We’d been travelling for almost three hours, and it felt like a lot longer; there was no sense of time in the gray twilight beneath the rolling clouds.CHAPTER 2: If you were going to have a travelling companion, it’d be hard to beat that.CHAPTER 8: “She’s travelling with a pegasus and an earth pony,” the crème buck gang leader said as he glowered at the caravanners.CHAPTER 8: “Ain’t no turkeys here,” the old buck cackled again as the gang searched the packs. He was obviously telling the truth; clearly none of the travelling ponies could be hiding wings beneath their dusty robes and cloaks.CHAPTER 8: “Once the slides are prepared, please see they get to Dr. Morningstar at the RDSP with my notes. I’m sure he’ll be interested in more. Let him know I’m travelling with Blackjack.”CHAPTER 8: Perk added: Intense Training- Your experiences travelling in the Wasteland have allowed you to add one to your intelligence.CHAPTER 12: “Ah, that is a funny story. We were travelling along the rails towards the city.CHAPTER 13: ‘And what, I have to wonder, makes you different from everypony else? You think you’ve got virtue? Friends? You’re broken goods travelling with damaged wares, Blackjack. But don’t worry, I don’t mind busted things.’CHAPTER 14: Unfortunately, we’d barely been travelling for an hour when the Fixer wore off.CHAPTER 15: In the few hours we’d been travelling together, I’d learned little from the strange pony with shining armor, who was still smeared with darkening gore.CHAPTER 17: I’d visited there for a couple of days while travelling with Glory.CHAPTER 19: Not in some kind of fairy tale of an alicorn banishing her sister to the moon, but actually travelling there.CHAPTER 19: I’m damaged goods travelling with broken wares and trying to save the Wasteland.CHAPTER 20: P-21 clenched his head between his hooves. “Are you telling me we’re travelling with a psychopath?”CHAPTER 20: Then again, I was travelling with a pony with a soul thingy lodged within her and a hallucination that liked cards, on my way to… liberate… my stable.CHAPTER 20: Travelling through the operations center gave me a sense of déjà vu.CHAPTER 23: I’d saved her life and killed everypony she knew. And now she was travelling with her killers.CHAPTER 31: “Of course. Because I’m travelling with the only pony who wants to go into a place marked ‘Biomagical Contamination, Quarantined’,” P-21 muttered.CHAPTER 33: I wasn’t sure how long we’d been travelling? Hours?
(Grammar: Incidentally, the first sentence there isn't a question, and so should end with a period.)CHAPTER 44: Clearly, travelling with me for almost an hour and hearing my entire life story hadn’t really convinced him that I wasn’t the safest mare to be around.CHAPTER 46: The boredom, the tediousness, the silent rovings through the level… and above all the twisty-turny nature of travelling through infrastructure designed around pipes, vents, and power generators rather than ponies.CHAPTER 48: “Part of me... don’t worry about it. Welcome to the Blackjack and Co. Travelling Freak Show. Remember to shoot Blackjack. It’s good luck.”CHAPTER 49: I felt like I was moving, but no matter which direction I took, I was travelling back inside.CHAPTER 58: Don’t think about -- and I was so busy not thinking that I misstepped and discovered a whole new way of travelling: falling down a hillside.CHAPTER 63: “I’ve travelled with Blackjack. I don’t need lessons in dealing with the unexpected.”CHAPTER 64: Travelling through the Core wasn’t ‘pick a direction and go’.CHAPTER 65: “Well, you certainly can pick the perfect travelling company.”CHAPTER 65: “You’re travelling with one of Equestria’s oldest nemeses, and you don’t have any questions?” Discord said with a sickly grin.
Travelled > Traveled (15 instances):CHAPTER 1: She didn’t even seem to realize she was shot, but I certainly did as I felt the bite of one that travelled through my temporary shield.CHAPTER 2: Eight pellets of lead travelled less than two feet, turning the firearm into scrap and her lower face and throat into pulp.CHAPTER 18: P-21 busied himself with cracking the containers open as we travelled along the broken asphalt past rusting wagons.CHAPTER 27: I’m dying to know how you and that dashite travelled without being detected,” she said as she passed out one to each of us.CHAPTER 30: In a few minutes, we’d travelled nearly a mile west and popped out right next to a battered but intact fire station.CHAPTER 38: I travelled further along and reached some sort of security station in front of a heavy door; there were bones behind the bulletproof glass… and a sidearm.CHAPTER 51: My eyes travelled from the comely dove-gray mare to my sheet-wrapped love.CHAPTER 52: So I travelled far and wide in search of anypony who could bring order to the world.CHAPTER 54: The last time I’d travelled between Flank and Chapel, I’d been running like a maniac to try and save Chapel from Sanguine.CHAPTER 56: We travelled down a staircase, into halls where there was much hustle and bustle in preparation for the Gala tonight.CHAPTER 58: She’d travelled through hell with me in Hightower.Perhaps alicorns who travelled in time? Super telekinetic alicorns?CHAPTER 59: I remember way back, when Twilight first travelled to Ponyville, she thought Nightmare Moon was going to return.CHAPTER 60: I didn’t dare lead them towards Glory’s home or the university… so I travelled in the general direction of ‘away’!CHAPTER 63: “I’ve travelled with Blackjack. I don’t need lessons in dealing with the unexpected.”
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Re: [GRIMDARK] Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons Discussion
@Memory orbs/Mind killing the user
I think it was implied that if you died in your mind while hooked up to a machine it would kill you. I doubt it's like the Matrix, where wounds just spontaneously appear as your mind "makes it real." Its probably something like brain death, your brain just shuts down because your mind thinks you're dead. So I feel like if the machine made Goldie experience death as a canterlot ghoul, he would probably just go feral.
I think it was implied that if you died in your mind while hooked up to a machine it would kill you. I doubt it's like the Matrix, where wounds just spontaneously appear as your mind "makes it real." Its probably something like brain death, your brain just shuts down because your mind thinks you're dead. So I feel like if the machine made Goldie experience death as a canterlot ghoul, he would probably just go feral.
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Somber wrote:If you're not familiar with Preston and Child, they write excellent contemporary thrillers with just enough science thrown in to keep things interesting. They started out with Relic, and had a slew of mostly mundane characters trying to tackle a monster in their museum. Along came a mysterious FBI agent with the guns and knowledge to give a little nudge here and there. Aloysius Xingu Leng Pendergast. It wasn't that notable. In the movie, he doesn't appear at all. And in the sequel, he makes another appearance at the middle, but it's largely left up to the less competant Officer Degusta.
Then Pendgergast took over the series. The man can do anything. Knows everything. Let me acknowledge that Preston and Child have a knowledge of high culture that, if true, is staggering, and if made up, feels legitimate. The problem is that it's everywhere. He speaks a dozen languages, has the ability to manipulate anyone and everyone, and is always right in the end.
I read Relic based largely on a friend's recommendation for the Pendergast series. It's a fine book, but I didn't go on to others after I looked over some information about Pendergast on Wikipedia and my internal reaction was "Ugggggh." I'd buy it if he were simply charismatic and manipulative, and other than that had the skills of any FBI investigator. But then he speaks every language and is an expert at everything, and it's just annoying. As soon as they start laundry-listing the skills the guy has, I get grumpy.
That's the same reason I turned off the Son of Batman movie; Bruce's raised-by-assassins son isn't just skilled at martial arts (which makes sense), he's also a brilliant hacker and engineer, can imitate voices well enough to fool computer security systems, can track financial data better than people whose job it is to do so, can stunt-drive like an expert, and did I mention he's like 12? Ugh.
So maybe if isn't the right thing to say. Maybe what I take as Ultra Competance is plot armor. After all, Blackjack screws up immensely, but I doubt that she's going to step on a landmine and die right before the last chapter. She has to live or the story stops.
We always expect a hero to win ultimately. They're the protagonist. But that doesn't mean a protagonist has to have "plot armor". This is what bothers me about hypercompetence. It's not that a less competent hero might lose, but rather they have to struggle to achieve victory, and often make serious sacrifice. The hypercompetent character doesn't. It's lazy writing that removes obstacles by just saying "Oh, the hero can handle that no sweat" instead of actually having them work hard at it.
Blackjack has never EVER succeeded at a goal without struggle. That's why she's still interesting despite all her upgrades (both physically and in terms of skills). Pendergast never struggles. Once he knows what he needs to accomplish, he just goes and does it, and if there's a need for some arcane skill to accomplish it, he just magically HAS that skill. Harry Dresden is the same as Blackjack -- he has new, better skills and abilities, but he's still ending every book beat to hell and barely pulling out a victory.
I don't think it's even the "final price" you mentioned -- Harry Potter doesn't have to die to take down Voldemort to make it a good story; it just has to be a struggle that pushes him to the limit to succeed. That said, I didn't like Hallows much because the ending depended so much on three magical artifacts and their hidden properties, rather than on Harry's goodness triumphing. The theme of the whole series, from Book 1, was that love is more powerful than evil, and the ending didn't use that theme.
Also... I realized I screwed up. I should have had BJ's friends find her in the Core. This is one happens when characters are ultra competant, but secondary characters aren't. Since Maripony, the story's been largely keeping BJ away from her friends. It seemed like the only thing I could do because I don't want them to die. They didn't have BJ's victory talent protecting them.
Sigh... I dunno.
I don't think it was a screwup. The hero always faces their worst moment alone. That's what makes it their worst moment. Luke has to face Vader at Cloud City all by himself, and it ends with him losing a hand. Blackjack takes on the Core without friends, and loses her body. Their friends are there to back them up and help them afterward, but that loss has to be theirs alone.
As for Goldie, y'know, on one hand maybe he is hypercompetent, but I never found him unbelievable. He's the head of an entire organization that specializes in data acquisition. It's not Goldie himself that's really hypercompetent, but the group he works with. I see Goldie more like Nick Fury, in that he has personal skills, but his personal abilities only turn into a virtual superpower within the context of SHIELD.
And also, hypercompetence is more (not totally, but more) acceptable for a villain than a hero. Goldie isn't the center of the story, and is in fact acting in the past, so his hypercompetence or lack thereof isn't as obvious. We see him through glimpses and implications, so it doesn't slap you across the face that he's good at everything.
But honestly, it never really feels to me that he's an expert at everything. In fact I don't think he has any greater competence than any other major character in the story. All he has is a pretty good insight into people's motivations (he's not blinded by hatred) and he's willing to do anything, but he leans on the people around him for his expertise. In building Horizons, he used Horse's repairsprites, Trottenheimer's weapon designs, a pre-existing space program, and so on. The only things he personally brought to the table were the realization that he had to put a check on Luna's power and the willingness to threaten the world to do that.
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Depends on the character and the author's whim more than anything
What if your character is designed to be useless on their own?
How would they get through their loss?
What if your character is designed to be useless on their own?
How would they get through their loss?
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No, that isn't what the Interrogator said. It said it could turn up its neural interface so that the shock of the simulated execution would kill him (or words to that effect). That was why it didn't want to just release him to Blackjack for execution (which she was going to use as an excuse to just get him out). I doubt neural shock would be a viable method of killing a canterghoul.Icy Shake wrote:My interpretation regarding how the computer would kill Goldenblood was that there would be a simulation of whatever the executioner wanted him to experience, but the killing itself would be done physically via some robotics or the life support system itself.
Last wrote:I remember that the memory orbs lacked one of three, mental, physical or emotional. Physical is out because the Deus orb would be entirely pointless if BJ couldn't feel what he felt 1:1 and mental is too because Pinkie always communicates vocally to BJ and again the Deus orb, he spoke into a mirror instead of just thinking.
But I don't have any evidence against the inferance proposal for the emotions. That sounds fine to me actually.
Yeah, it was stated way back in FoE that memory orbs are a full-sensory experience but don't record the "inner life". An orb can show what somebody did, but not why they did it. A few times Pip had to infer the subject's mental state from increased breathing rate and shaking legs and so on. I seem to vaguely recall a discussion of how weird it was to be feeling all the physical sensations of terror while not actually being frightened.
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So this is interesting: a phone case! (From this reddit post)
In addition, there's an.. interesting new Epic Rap Battles of Pony featuring Sanguine vs. Red Eye. I don't think it's that great, but it's PH related so...
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I guess I don't understand why that's even a criticism. I mean, yeah, if someone was expecting Harry Potter-style instant friendships, I suppose it could be disappointing...Icy Shake wrote:That's all true—and I feel the same way—but though it feels great when they pull through even that feeling is built on the fact that there wasn't that much holding them together, and both Glory and P-21 did have good reasons to leave, and that's a point I don't think I can deny when I hear it as a criticism of the early chapters.SilentCarto wrote:I kind of loved that sense, in the early days, that the team was hanging together by a thread. It made me cheer every time one of them chose to stay in spite of all the reasons they should leave.
Thanks!FeatherDust wrote:That was a really awesome analysis.Well, hospitals are already kind of unsettling by default...
And then you populate it with actual monsters that are silently stalking you as we speak.
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I don't know, I haven't read that far in Murky Number Seven yet.Vinylshadow wrote:Depends on the character and the author's whim more than anything
What if your character is designed to be useless on their own?
How would they get through their loss?
I kid, I kid. Murk has his stealth skills, and his drawing skills... and his... numchuck skills...
In all seriousness, such a character makes a poor protagonist. It's all very well and good for the main character to start out useless, but he should improve his skills and find his place in the world in the course of the story. If he started out useless and continued to be useless until the climax of the story, then your instinct is exactly right -- the narrative "arc" is a flat line, and his "darkest hour" is necessarily going to be weak sauce since, being useless, any of his more-competent friends should have been able to overcome the same problem effortlessly. In fact, the fact that he's "useless" implies that even the reader would feel they could do a better job.
What you're suggesting is a protagonist who is carried through his own story on the shoulders of his friends, which implies that A) they would probably do better to find somewhere safe to ditch the deadweight so they can get some work done, and B) the story really should have been about them instead. This sort of thing is frustrating to read because it implies that the protagonist has no real influence on his own destiny and the author doesn't know who he's writing the story about.
At best, the character takes on the role of a portable video camera reporting the actions of his more interesting cohorts, who are the true protagonists of the story. (Not that there's anything wrong with the role of Peripheral Narrator -- Doctor Watson and "Call Me" Ishmael are two famous examples.)
Edit: Oh, god, now I have the mental image of Ishmael singing "Call Me Maybe" as he dances around the Peaquod.
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FeatherDust wrote:Yeah, it was stated way back in FoE that memory orbs are a full-sensory experience but don't record the "inner life". An orb can show what somebody did, but not why they did it. A few times Pip had to infer the subject's mental state from increased breathing rate and shaking legs and so on. I seem to vaguely recall a discussion of how weird it was to be feeling all the physical sensations of terror while not actually being frightened.
Ah, thank you FeatherDust. Alright I think I'll retract that theory about the pod then. I think without the thoughts and emotions of the subject the memories were taken from it must be enough for the brain to seperate the experience from reality.
Where simulations like Happyhorn and presumably these executions the brain can't.
As far as killing a Canterlot ghoul what's happening in the pod is that the brain is dying in response to it percieving the body as dead? That's what we're going with? It could work for him. It's not like ghouls have more resilient brains. But at the same time maybe they do? I'd think if a ghoul could be killed that way there would be no ghouls. Their body already died and their brains haven't shut down in response, maybe the ghouls who have brains that can't handle that just go straight to feral as someone else suggested might happen to GB.
But GB hasn't gone feral yet of course so I don't think that there's reason to believe this would kill him if that is how it works. So maybe they play the simulation to get him out? I mean what vitals is this machine reading to know that GB is alive? Brainwaves? Or is it just assuming he's alive until one of the options is selected. Because ghouls in FO:E aren't like the ones in fallout. They are not mutated they are dead.
Clearly GB believes this will kill him so I don't see BJ giving it a try, unless it's one of those select one of the options or wait in the cell for all of eternity deals.
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Man, why do all the cool cases have to be for stupid iphones...where are all the awesome Android cases?Derpmind wrote:So this is interesting: a phone case! (From this reddit post)
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How amusing Blackjack manages to cobble together a chronicle of GB's life as she renders her verdict
Even though killing someone for acts committed 200 years ago seems rather...pointless in light of the possibility of yet another apocalypse
As for memory orbs and what you experience from them:
And they also experience physical sensations, as Littlepip saw when she viewed an orb from a stallion, and Blackjack when she viewed Deus's orb
Even though killing someone for acts committed 200 years ago seems rather...pointless in light of the possibility of yet another apocalypse
As for memory orbs and what you experience from them:
Fallout Equestria wrote:Logically, I knew what to expect: a reliving of some other pony’s experience. I’d been told such memories were visual, auditory, tactile… even taste and smell were preserved. But would it be crisp and vivid, or blurred by age? Would I see things as they had really been, or would it be filtered by the perceptions and biases of the rememberer? Would I sense the pony’s thoughts? And would I be able to tell them from my own?Everything was slightly muted and out of focus, but I could still make out the faces of each individual pony – a level of detail that defined this as a raw recording of the events by the brain of the pony I was, for lack of a better word, “riding” rather than what the pony could have naturally recalled on her ownBut, of course, I could only watch what this pony had watchedThe pony I was riding was achy from sitting in the same position for too long. Her mane itched, as did…Yikes! Okay, his mane itched. As well as other places. And I suddenly very, very much wanted to be back in the Manehattan Ruins feeling rebar being yanked through my leg instead
And they also experience physical sensations, as Littlepip saw when she viewed an orb from a stallion, and Blackjack when she viewed Deus's orb
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Unfortunately, it almost certainly will not be out this weekend. Sorry, everyone, but I thought it would probably be better to tell you now than to let you all get your hopes up.
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Sorry... things fell apart. I'll be at Everfree next weekend, so we won't be able to brush then, so it'll be the weekend after next. So very very sorry.
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Welp, there's always next weekend.
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*nuzzles very lightly* You should only be sorry for it if you don't have fun while you're at Everfree, so please have as much fun as you can, sir.Somber wrote:Sorry... things fell apart. I'll be at Everfree next weekend, so we won't be able to brush then, so it'll be the weekend after next. So very very sorry.
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Its all right Somber, I'm sure all of us understand. Enjoy yourself, have fun. By the sound of things, you need it!
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Well, I tend to have crushing bouts of depression at most of the cons I go to, but I'm usually glad I go regardless.
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Part of me feels like Horizons should have been split into completely separate stories instead of one long continuous one
Or maybe I should've read it in volumes instead of one giant PDF...
Or maybe I should've read it in volumes instead of one giant PDF...
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Somber, you're going to Everfree? That's pretty cool! Huh, I wonder if anyone else here is going too. I can't go, wrong coast, but I hope it's fun.
Because of how big it is and the serial nature of it's creation, the story is definitely more enjoyable if you take breaks between chunks of chapters. I certainly suggest you try re-reading at a slower pace.
Vinylshadow wrote:Part of me feels like Horizons should have been split into completely separate stories instead of one long continuous one
Or maybe I should've read it in volumes instead of one giant PDF...
Because of how big it is and the serial nature of it's creation, the story is definitely more enjoyable if you take breaks between chunks of chapters. I certainly suggest you try re-reading at a slower pace.
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Horizons is three stories all smooshed together. If I'd actually been a writer worth crap, I would have focused on clustering the story. Book 1 would have been BJ getting EC-1101, dealing with the zodiacs, and culimating with Deus and getting the Info on Horizons. Book 2 would have focused on the war between the reapers and the Steel Rangers, culminating in the sea pony. Book three would have focused on the east side of the river, culminating in High Tower (and dealing with Sanguine THEN). Book 4 would have been Thunderhead. Book 5 is Horizons.
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Call it an affliction
Once I get into a good book, it's hard for me to put it down
There were times I almost missed getting off my bus stop because I was busy reading the Twilight Saga
The books were fine, it's the movies and fans that ruin it
Wait...can't the same be said about a lot of fandoms?
MLP was popular and when the EQG movie came out...
*pets Somber with a rake* Shhh, it's okay, it's still a good story
Once I get into a good book, it's hard for me to put it down
There were times I almost missed getting off my bus stop because I was busy reading the Twilight Saga
Wait...can't the same be said about a lot of fandoms?
MLP was popular and when the EQG movie came out...
*pets Somber with a rake* Shhh, it's okay, it's still a good story
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I understand that feeling. Maybe try to find something that makes you happy, a hobby, something to distract yourself. Its helped me quite a bit, and I hope you'll feel better too.Somber wrote:Well, I tend to have crushing bouts of depression at most of the cons I go to, but I'm usually glad I go regardless.
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I blame my depression for my own lack of writing skills
I still try though
Got about five different unfinished FoE fics that revolve around my own character hunting for Luna and Celestia, who somehow survived Canterlot (We know Celestia did...in a way...)
but, I can't really think of a good reason as to HOW
I still try though
Got about five different unfinished FoE fics that revolve around my own character hunting for Luna and Celestia, who somehow survived Canterlot (We know Celestia did...in a way...)
but, I can't really think of a good reason as to HOW
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In the words of our entertainment legend, Geoff Ramsey of Rooster Teeth (been watching a lot of their old stuff for some reason), "Freaking bail!!!"
But really, seems to me she said screw it and ran, left Luna to die. I believe she even said that to Pip.
But really, seems to me she said screw it and ran, left Luna to die. I believe she even said that to Pip.
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We'll see what happens
meanwhile, he's off to Filly for some fun in the rad-pits, because he's immune to radiation and taint...
He's an ageless pegasus, of all things
So it's a mary-sue or whatever, bite me
meanwhile, he's off to Filly for some fun in the rad-pits, because he's immune to radiation and taint...
So it's a mary-sue or whatever, bite me
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So it's a mary-sue or whatever, bite me
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Yeah, but I feel like the situations are very different, with Red Eye largely being an evil character using "corrupted generosity" to mess with Littlepip's head, taking advantage of her weird obsession with Virtues. Part of the issue is that he's very consciously doing it, in a way that may well increase the chances of things falling apart compared to a more consensual change from the status quo (among other things, he's putting some pretty clearly terrible people in positions of power—and I'm not talking stuff from MN7 but for example the mercenary forces), not to mention setting himself up to be in essence the god of the new world, whatever his protests to the contrary. In contrast, where Blackjack made the same mistake, it was because of something closer to an unthinking carelessness which she rapidly came to regret and listed among her greatest mistakes—and didn't repeat.O. Hinds wrote:As I recall, that was basically the reasoning for making Red Eye Corrupted Generosity in FoE.Icy Shake wrote:Oh, and as part 3928423 in my unnecessary and unending quest of justifying Blackjack as a potential Element of Generosity, I'd like to note that right here it looks to me like she's so desperately insistent on giving Snips what he most desired that she's losing sight of the fact that some things aren't hers to give—in this case, risking the lives of Psychoshy and Stygius by spending more time there. I think this is an interesting potential failure mode of Generosity, and would actually like to see a Rarity episode or comic based on it someday.
I think the point was more the opposite: that especially for P-21, it would make more sense for him never to become her friend, and leave her at the first opportunity. Bearing in mind that not long after his first realistic chance to leave her (Megamart), he not only leaves her but enacts a plan to capture her and turn her in to Deus with U-21 until she surprises him with her reaction to seeing him again (Flank)—seemingly brought on by the fact she refused to execute the manager of the mine at Brimstone's Fall—well, I can see a reading where them becoming friends isn't exactly a probable path.SilentCarto wrote:I guess I don't understand why that's even a criticism. I mean, yeah, if someone was expecting Harry Potter-style instant friendships, I suppose it could be disappointing...Icy Shake wrote:That's all true—and I feel the same way—but though it feels great when they pull through even that feeling is built on the fact that there wasn't that much holding them together, and both Glory and P-21 did have good reasons to leave, and that's a point I don't think I can deny when I hear it as a criticism of the early chapters.SilentCarto wrote:I kind of loved that sense, in the early days, that the team was hanging together by a thread. It made me cheer every time one of them chose to stay in spite of all the reasons they should leave.
Don't worry about it. My actuarial tables indicate most or all of us will still be here. Wish I could be there, but unlike Derpmind, I'm not even on a coast. Also, my travel budget for a while is being taken up by a trip to Vegas for a friend's bachelor party, which would be a considerably higher priority anyway.Somber wrote:Sorry... things fell apart. I'll be at Everfree next weekend, so we won't be able to brush then, so it'll be the weekend after next. So very very sorry.
- Chapter Forty Nine Running Thoughts:
- The last time I’d died it was peaceful. Calm. I’d spent the time beforehand feeling full warm sunshine glowing down on me while I listened to the rush of water against the hull. When I finally went, I’d been lying in Glory’s embrace and surrounded by friends who cared for me, and the actual dying had been like drifting away up to a better place without a fear or worry in the world. My only regret had been that I would have liked to have seen the beautiful stars above me before I departed.
In many ways, there was room for a bittersweet ending right there, with of course the sticking point that the plot wasn't in any way over. For in some respects and for a long time it did seem like Blackjack's only potential escape from her suffering may have been through death, even as the same traits that caused her to put herself through such pain in life even kept her from embracing death.
On which note, at least she did get to see the stars, even if not with her own mortal eyes.
Truth be told, I much preferred the first version to the sequel.
Heh.
“Awesome magic, huh?” a familiar stallion said from near me.
“Snips?” I asked. I felt him close, but I couldn’t tell which of the thousands of motes around me he might be. “But you’re… and I’m… shit…”
“Well, I sure am. No doubt about it,” Snips replied, “but I suspect that you still have a ways to go before you’re dead dead.”
Ah, but just what is the deal after all? Wonder if soul-Snips will be aware that the body and mind still exist, if not free at the moment.
I think there’s a much more fitting word for it: Hell.”
Or… if you believed a certain zebra myth about giant star monsters... but that was just crazy… “Guess I wasn’t a good enough pony after all,” I muttered; I’d have gulped if I’d had a throat. It just didn’t seem fair. Sure, I’d done lots of things worthy of damnation, but what about that colt? What could he have possibly done?
“The ancient zebra necromancers were utterly terrified of this sea of souls and its drawing power, but tempted by it as well. They tried to control it with rituals, placate it with sacrifices, and understand it through madness. Their creation of soul jars like the black book was a method to try and escape its pull.” He chuckled darkly. “Seeing it, I can understand their feelings better.”
Yeah, adding that context does seem to make it a bit more understandable a move to make. Certainly, if limited to that, more so than Rarity's program.
“The curse is designed to sever your soul from your mind and body. What it leaves behind is a shell that will eventually perish without help,” Snips said quietly, regretfully. “We saw it several times when we were starting out.” I thought of Rumble in Happyhorn, lying there unaware. “Without the soul, you have no motivation or direction. The most fortunate are like animals. They have intellect but no will to use it and no personality or sense of self. But as long as your body is still alive, you have a chance that Snails will be able to summon your soul and put it back in your body.”
And there we have the answer/partial suggestion to how clones and blanks work, though of course there'd still be the issue of how a largely, well, blank mind interacts with that.
“But what about you?” I asked with a little frown…. or would have if I had lips. The lightning flashed, and that anguished scream rolled out across the sea of souls like a wave.
He gave a light, dry laugh, as if my concern amused him. I guessed it was a little after the fact. “Well, my body was either cremated or vaporized, so...”
Guess not.
Great… I looked out at the vast sea of motes and murmured softly, “How many are trapped here?”
“Millions. Perhaps hundreds of millions. Who can say how long this place has been catching them?” Snips said quietly.
“Is this place… eating them?” I barely murmured.
“No. I don’t think so. There’d be a lot less if it were,” Snips replied. “I think it’s more that it’s hoarding them, like a dragon hoards gems.”
Of course, this is FIM, so that might not be the best comparison for what he's describing.
The closer to the center I moved, the more frequent and terrible that lightning became, but I started to suspect it wasn’t as if this place was singling me out. I was just getting caught by stray fire. Whatever the lightning was targeting lay right in the middle of this sea. Slowly, the motes thinned out more and more until…
No…
It couldn’t be!
A dozen bolts of lightning struck the center, and for the first time I realized that the scream Lacunae had been hearing hadn’t been a what. It was a who.
A moment later, there was a hooking sensation, and I felt myself being pulled away. I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t think at all. If I’d had eyes I would have wept; a mouth, and I would have cried out. Instead, I simply shut down and let myself be dragged away.
Not exactly clear whether she recognized who was being tortured, or just that it was a soul, but if Blackjack did recognize Luna, then it's worth thinking back to when she first saw the princesses and how strongly she reacted to their presence. Knowing her, I figure even after seeing everything Luna was involved with (and before the Canterlot Pink Cloud scene), she'd still be horrified, if perhaps for no other reason than that it was more than anyone could possibly deserve.
I had no idea what magic had been used on me; I didn’t want to know. I felt dirty and defiled, wronged more profoundly than just a simple betrayal by a desperate Snips. I hurt far worse than the simple wound in my stomach. I started to tremble and Lacunae stretched forward. I curled around her neck and buried my head in her shoulder as she shielded me with her wings. Then I bawled like a little foal. I didn’t know why; I just knew that something was horribly wrong and it hurt.
Where before the rape comparison was explicit, here, it's more implicit, with this description matching some recollections I've read of date rape victims.
“My eyes are synthetic,” I said quietly. I looked at Silver Spoon. She was alive, so to speak; I’d gotten her out alive. A victory. “What are you going to do now, Silver Spoon?”
And one where she'd be more responsible for the death, if it had turned out that way, than Nurse Graves's. Or, for that matter, in my opinion, Boing's, had she died.
But I'm getting off track. I really am happy that Spoon got out, and now seems to be aware enough to go on living a new life rather than just being who she was in the Boneyard.
She glanced at Snails and gave a little smile. “Well. I’m still around. And so were Snips and Snails. And Twist is kinda around, so we thought we were going to, like, look around and see if Diamond Tiara’s still around too! Not… crazy looking around. Really looking.”
Well said, Silvy.
The unicorn stallion rolled his eyes a little, but then she looked up at him with a sympathetic smile, and said, “Snails wants to find some unicorn mare he knew back before the war.”
“Mmhmm! The Great and Powerful Trixie!” There was a sudden tense silence inside me, as if the Goddess were suddenly holding her breath. It was as if I could feel her peering right over my shoulder at Snails. “She was the most amazing, most talented, most awesome unicorn in all of Equestria… even if she couldn’t banish the Ursa Minor.”
. . .
I wanted to tell him not to, but there was a pressure on my mind, like a migraine. I couldn’t get the words out, and in my current condition, I couldn’t even try. “You… might check… Maripony. Out west…” I muttered. The Goddess gave a pleased, throaty little sound, and I felt a ghostly pat on my head. The pair just looked at me in worry, but I couldn’t say more. The Goddess wouldn’t let me.
And there's a major plot hook for the coming volume. That was fast. And one of the more chilling threads, too.
“Thank you, Snails. You saved me. Just like Snips said you would.” I was glad that he couldn’t see the tears of shame streaking my face.
“Um…” Snails balked a moment. “Did you… did you see him over there? Like a ghost or…”
I felt sick again. “No,” I said, not sure, but it felt like a lie. As dirty as lying to Silver Spoon about being Diamond Tiara. “No, but I’m sure he’s okay, wherever he is.” Please go. Please.
But the little bits do seem to show through, even if she's not fully aware of them. Of course, the uncommon bond between Snips and Snails may have played a role.
I heard their hooves trot away just before my body shook and I let out another sob. I wanted to throw up and purge myself, but I had nothing inside me to force out.
“Oh please. There’s no need for such drama,” the Goddess thought at me contemptuously.
“Shut up,” I screamed back at her. “Someday it’ll be your turn! I don’t care if it’s tomorrow or a week from now, some day you’ll get to die too! And if you come back, then we can see how well you handle it!” I shook from head to hoof, the hole through my middle a niggling afterthought. When I came back the first time, I’d felt depressed and suicidal. This time, whatever had happened, I knew I didn’t want to go back there. Not there.
“Shhhhh…” Lacunae said as she stroked my mane. Maybe coming back had driven me crazy? Maybe something in me had changed for the worse? “Shhh…. Don’t worry about that now. You’re back. That’s all that matters.”
I wept against her as she held me. “Can you take it from me? Whatever… whatever I’m thinking… or feeling… or whatever?” I shook as I pressed my face against her shoulder. “Please?” I begged, desperate for her to make it all better. “Please...”.
“I wish I could, Blackjack. I really wish I could,” she murmured. “I wish I could make it all go away, but whatever happened to you happened at a level I can’t touch. This pain is yours. I wish we could understand it better, make it easier for you to bear,” Lacunae said softly into my mind. “I’m sorry.”
As ever, the contrast between the Goddess and Lacunae is a powerful one, one that in a way mirrors the change between Luna and Cognitum, but from a different cause, the loss of mind and memory rather than soul. And this makes me think, more than anything else, of when Cognitum was in contact with Blackjack's soul while transferring it; perhaps what I most like about that is how she would then have experienced some small amount of what Luna's sould had been for centuries, before even taking it back into herself.
Lacunae started to lift me into a wheelchair, but I waved her off with my mangled left foreleg and simply stood upright on my rear legs, felt the disorientation for a moment before my body adjusted, then looked at her and Rampage and even smiled at their incredulous expressions. Hey, it might look weird, but at least it wasn’t pathetic. After the last four or five hours, and the Goddess, I needed to start building some self-control and confidence back.
It's a simple thing, but I really like going this direction. And it's an improvement, but not a jarring, immediate change to her being the exceptionally powerful pony that she normally was.
“How are you doing, Stygius?” I asked with a rueful smile. “Regretting you came with me?”
He rolled his eyes and waved his hoof sideways with a snort like it was nothing at all. Then he looked apologetic as he nodded over his shoulder towards Psychoshy.
Nice exchange here. And he's coming across as everything he presented himself as from the beginning, growing into the role well.
“You two an item?” He sighed, his tufted ears drooping a little as he pulled his slate out of his armor.
‘Not allowed. Rules,’ he wrote with a sigh and an actual pout. Boys weren’t supposed to pout!
1. Coming from Blackjack, who is to pouting what Fluttershy is to the silent game (or is she beaten out by Nyx of Past Sins?), this is rich.
2. It's good (well, not good, but believable) that bits of 99's attitude towards males would continue to show from time to time—fundamentally upending your understanding of the world and a large portion of its population isn't easy, after all.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Well, one thing I know about her is that she probably doesn’t give a buck about rules. Do you like her?” He blinked and looked over at Psychoshy trading insults with Rampage. He closed his eyes, smiled, then looked at me and nodded. “More than me?” I asked with a grin, and he immediately blanched.
“Yeah, Styggie… do you like me more than her?” Psychoshy asked, looking over from her bed with a smirk on her face and worry in her eyes.
And that, my dear, is why you have these conversations in private. Oh, and that last phrase is wonderful.
But it did prompt in me the rare impulse to have fun. “Well, that’s good to know. By the way, Stygius, do you think that I’ve been putting on weight?”
And just how is that a "rare" impulse for Blackjack? I guess she's never accused herself of being self-aware.
“Why are you being all invisible, hmmm?” I asked, arching a brow. The embarrassment she showed helped me avoid thinking about my own problems.
“Oh… ah… well…” She flushed as she muttered, tapping her hooves together. “I think the suit likes being sneaky… and after those two spies and the Nightstalkers… well… it’s just easier this way.” What and what? Well, I supposed I’d get the full story when I was a little more together. I needed to take care of something. Something to give me a little more control.
“You should take it off from time to time. I agree it’s a great suit, but there’s such a thing as too much of a good thing.” The zebra fidgeted as she looked away.
More adorable zebra character, and we see she's not feeling like it's a thing, of course. The kind of empathic link, of course, is presumably the haunting effect. But then so too would be Octavia's. It's, I suppose, the difference between using the soul of a hardened violent criminal and that of someone else.
“Of course not. Memories aren’t data. Well… not the kind you can take out by just pushing a button,” she said as she started working. “Wait…mater fututor…” Well, that didn’t sound good.
Didn't think Xanthe would have a mouth on her.
“I think… Blackjack, your eyes and ears have been recording days of information in your brain. And they haven’t just been saving them; they’ve been broadcasting them somewhere as well.”
And that would presumably be to Cognitum and/or Goldenblood or the Perceptitron, though I guess that last doesn't really work through that pathway but the PipBuck. Also, hey, could always use more violation at a time like this, am I right?
“Xanthe… Twilight Sparkle was creating alicorns. Fluttershy was a traitor. Pinkie Pie’s law enforcement ministry was corrupt. Rarity was dealing in necromancy. There were megaspells aimed at doing Celestia knows what. Honestly, I can’t blame the zebras for using their bombs. If I were in their shoes, I might have tried the same thing.” I sighed, wondering what horrible things Applejack or Rainbow Dash had done behind the scenes trying to win the war at all costs.
Eh . . . not sure the alicorns really compare to the others. And the corruption isn't really the issue I'd personally take with the MoM.
“Not that one missile would have much chance at breaching the Core, anyway.”
Maybe not the Core, but what if the Remnant fired it somewhere else? The Society? The Arena? Thunderhead? “Don’t they have extra missiles at Dawn Bay?”
She shook her head. “No. Your Ministry of Awesome destroyed and stole dozens of our missiles prior to the day of fire,” she said quietly.
Hmm. Setup for Lighthooves, and its placement doesn't really leave the Remnant as a red herring directly, but could still be enough to distract, especially since it'd been so long since he and Thunderhead Intelligence had been a focus.
Oh, just hit me: a balefire bomb recovered by a major antagonist group because of technical glitch. Where have I seen that plot point before? ;)
“Dawn Bay, I imagine, but it could be hidden anywhere. The original launch facilities were all heavily damaged in the war. The balefire bomb armory is a molten slag pit.” She lowered her head, and the suit seemed to hug her, snuggling a little against her.
That's so cute.
I sighed, frowning in thought. That Ahuizotl was going to get away with it was galling. Wrong. And after what I’d been through, more wrongness in the world was just too much. Then I looked at my wrecked forelegs, and paused. An idea was worming its way through my head.
“You said that the ghouls wouldn’t care if it came from Xanthe’s mouth.” The green ghoul frowned at me in confusion as I smiled. “What if it’s from somepony else’s mouth?”
I'm sure that at some point this tactic won't work. It's disappointing that it did so much, especially where ghouls and spies were concerned. But it's a fairly consistent part of the games as far as I can tell, so it's no great surprise it'll show up in the stories.
“One moment. You’re going to have to humor me.” He trotted around me, checking to make sure I didn’t have anything concealed in my scorched mane or stubby tail.
At least he tried.
“What? You don’t seriously think I’d believe you want to do business with me? You’re the saint of the Wasteland. I’m sure you’re just here to chat up some evidence to take back to those morons.” He nodded to my mangled leg. “Probably got that PipBuck recording this whole conversation, don’t you?”
Now I was the one grinning. “Darn. You figured me out. Well, except for one thing. My PipBuck? It’s a broadcaster.”
I'd be surprised if nobody in Meatlocker knew about Blackjack's "champion" broadcast, but I guess if nobody wants to talk to him, he could end up not being aware of that.
Ahuizotl looked from one of us to the next, licking his lips. “Now… hey. Listen. I can explain. I’m… ah… being blackmailed. Zebras made me say all that shit. Cause they got my… my… ah…”
Well, he did say he didn't care (about the zebras or the ponies during the war). Maybe he doesn't care enough about anything but money to come up with a convincing story for people who aren't sociopaths.
Willow glanced back at the doorway and then looked back at Ahuizotl. “Ahuizotl, for conspiring against the residents of Hoofington Memorial, we sentence you to exile. Your bar and its contents are to be seized and sold to fund the community.”
I blinked and stared at her. “Huh? Aren’t you going to shoot him?”
“If you’d gotten him to confess to killing Tulip, maybe. But ghouls don’t like killing other ghouls. Even ferals,” Willow said as she glared at him.
Interesting that Blackjack is just fine with execution as long as she's not making the decision or pulling the trigger. Of course, I figure part of that is her strong sense of authority, and here, the relevant authority is making the call.
“No. I’m trading it to you for Carrion’s Contract,” I said as I shook it again.
Ahuizotl narrowed his eyes at me. “On the one hoof, with that many bits I could hire three griffin bodyguards and have more than enough left over…” He drew back. “But on the other hoof, I rather despise you, and doing anything you actually propose pisses me off. I should tell you to ram each and every bit right up your ass.”
A little disappointing that he doesn't think about how he needs to get to whereever he'd hire the guards. Even independent of Carrion himself, which I can excuse no problem.
“Ahuizotl. I’ve been told that you’ve sold my Contract and I am no longer in your service.”
“That’s right, Carrion” Ahuizotl sneered. “Why? Did you come to give me a kiss goodbye?”
“Yes,” Carrion replied simply. A moment later a green beam lanced through the ghoul, transforming him and everything on him into a heap of glistening green goop. “Goodbye.”
I just stared in shock, along with almost everypony else. “What the hell was that!?” I asked as I gestured to what little remained of his body.
“Ahuizotl was an evil bastard,” the griffin replied. “The scams he ran, the lives he ruined, and the misery he inflicted were enough for ten bastards. So long as he held my contract, I was honor bound to do as he commanded and remain silent. But now you are my employer, which freed me to rid the world of that disgusting rat. And now, for good or ill, I serve you.”
“But… I…” I stared at the heap of green slime as a huge bubble rose in the middle and popped. “Couldn’t you have made him put down the gold first?”
Eh, guess it wasn't the authority thing in this case. Good ending line, too.
Really, what I wanted more than anything was to see Glory again. And P-21. And Scotch Tape. I wanted to go home to Star House.
You and me both, Blackjack. 48 was a big step up, but I'm ready for the main cast to be in focus again.
“And that’s where you done fucked up. There ain’t no such thing as good ponies. Not a one in the world. I ain’t a good pony. You ain’t neither. We’re all just ponies,” she said as she sighed and closed her eye again, shaking her head. “You just want ta feel better than the rest of us by playing the big hero. Well, ya ain’t. So if you feel like scum, congratulations. You are. And someday you’ll accept that. Then you won’t give a fuck about forgiveness.”
Doesn't help that this is something Blackjack's sometimes been afraid of, or that at times she's thought about or been on the edge of doing just that, becoming the Reaper and just going until she burned out or someone put her down.
I just sat there, stunned by her words. No. No! Ponies could be better than this. I could be better! I just had to try harder.
I think that Psalm's mark may have come before its time: it's this faith that Blackjack is showing that's vital to saving the Wasteland. Oh my god. So that's why Psalm is black . . . it makes the candle, the symbol of her faith, a light in darkness. Should have been paying closer attention. Anyway, that faith, not just in herself but in the goodness of ponies more generally, has been one of the things keeping her together. But the corollary, that she can be good if she just tries harder, and that when something fails (not always herself) it's her fault, has been one of her major sources of pain. It's responsibility's cost, I guess.
I covered my face with my chewed-up hand as I stood there, listening to the loud holiday music and the groaning. I had to be good. I had to. I had to know that at the end of this… somehow… there’d be sunshine and rainbows. Otherwise, the sooner I turned into Deus or the Goddess… the better. Only monsters could be happy in the Wasteland.
And, well, can't blame her for it getting to her a bit. Just need to fight through.
And I turned on heel and left the two alone, leaving a suggestion to the ghoul she turn the radio up more or just invest in some earplugs. Really, what was Psychoshy getting embarrassed about? It was just sex, a lot of sex from what I’d seen, and good sex at that. Still, I was smiling. I’d needed something to whack my mind back into action. The sight of two ponies passionately enjoying each other reminded me that there was still good things in the world, even if they were fleeting…
And some sex positivity breaks the mood for the better. The irony of course being the trouble it'll cause once she's back in Chapel.
“You’ll have help,” I said, looking at the zebra. “I don’t have any say over what you do, Xanthe, but I think you should go with them.”
The zebra gulped, her eyes growing large. “Me? But… I… you… is this another curse?” she asked in confusion. The others looked at her as Silver Spoon returned to her seat.
“Carrion will need somepony to help with his armor, you have that stealth suit, and you know about terminals and can help them find their friends. It’ll also take you away from the Hoof. Maybe if you get away from here, you won’t be quite so cursed.” I smiled at the four of them. “And trust me, it’s better to have friends with you in the Wasteland than to be on your own. Even I’ve learned that.”
“I… well… but… I…” The zebra looked around in a near panic and then hung her head. “Oh, curses.” Finally she smiled and looked at the other three. “Very well. I accept.”
With how she's always doing what she's told by Blackjack, Xanthe kind of reminds me of a cuter, less depressing Xenith—and the whole "responsible for herself" thing.
“NAY, THOU TEMPTRESS, BLACKJACK, THOU HARLOT THOU!
This reminds me of a whole thing with people complaining about the title of Horizon's "Thou Goddess," misunderstanding the pronoun's usage in the vocative voice, which is the same here.
“NAY, THOU TEMPTRESS, BLACKJACK, THOU HARLOT THOU! THOU HAST ENTANGLED HIM WITH SOME FORM OF LECHEROUS MAGIC! THOU HAST BEGUILDED HIM WITH THY FLANKS OF STEEL AND FOUL UNICORN SORCERY! WHY ELSE WOULDST HE FOLLOW THEE LIKE A LUSTFUL MOONCALF!?”
This is just plain funnier than it has any right to be. The slut shaming and making Blackjack out to have taken Stygius's will . . . it just works. The best part is that it's not even the only time the same accusation of sexual encorcellment is leveled against her.
“INCORRECT!” she roared, and then the darkness around us came alive! Shadowy tendrils reached up around our legs and held fast. I staggered, struggling to rise as they curled about me more and more.
How is she doing that? That seems much more like unicorn magic, or more overtly so, than the shadow jumping. Then again, it does resemble some of what Nightmare Moon did, which may not have been typical unicorn magic, so maybe it's that.
“STOP THOU CUNT THOU!” she bellowed in frustration.
NOTHING CAN STOP THE CAPSLOCK "CUNT"S FROM APPEARING IN PROJECT HORIZONS! NOTHING!
“I apologize for my tardiness, Sister. Truly, one hour was given and one hour was all I meant to spend. But... Sister, please hear me. I have in but three days lived such that three lifetimes could not compare! I have faced peril, horror and trials, but wonders too. Did thou knowest that just a short flight yon, thou canst hear melodies unlike any in our dark home?” He pointed a wing back towards Meatlocker before grinning widely. “And that is but one place I have encountered! How many more may be discovered?”
So, he can speak fine as long as he has the helmet? Isn't that just the same as all the other batponies?
“Nay, Sister. Our mother’s tales of horrors and hardship were not false. But not all surfacers are savage. Many are brave, fearless, gentle, and...” His eyes turned to Psychoshy. “Beautiful.”
#Notallsurfacers
(sorry)
Stygius opened his mouth to talk again, when Tenebra gave a chirp. The dusky-blue-maned mare smiled at the yellow pegasus and then looked sternly at her brother and gave another chirp. “You’re sure? But Father...” She chirped again, firmly. “You’ll speak with him... but...” And then she gave a long squeak and he balked. “Yes... I would much... much rather not marry you, dear sister. Much rather...” He looked back at Psychoshy and then smiled and wiped her tears away with a wing.
Okay. So the sort of thing I was seeing in the last chapter or two, 66-67-ish, really isn't present here. Kind of nice to see I was wrong, and it really was just an attention thing.
[earlier]: “INCORRECT!” she roared, and then the darkness around us came alive! Shadowy tendrils reached up around our legs and held fast. I staggered, struggling to rise as they curled about me more and more.
“Oh, this is new!” Rampage shouted as she struggled against the darkness. In my mind, the Goddess was contemplating adding a batpony or two to Unity if it meant that she could get her hooves on that kind of magic!
. . .
[much later]: “Hello, girls. Did I miss anything?”
It took a bit of explaining, during which time Lacunae seemed completely fascinated by the magical powers of Stygius’ sister. Shadow magic was apparently making the Twilight in the Goddess so uppity that she was dumping every bit into Lacunae.
So, dumping all the magical interest? I guess that's what makes the most sense.
“Hey, this isn’t Chapel!” I said, perhaps a little more loudly than I’d intended. “What are we doing in Riverside?” I asked Lacunae with a little pout, standing on my back legs next to her.
Blackjack pout count in the same chapter as thinking Stygius, as a stallion, shouldn't pout: 1.
Lacunae just looked away with a faintly ill expression. To be honest, the fish was absolutely delicious, though I didn’t think Perch expected me to eat it bones, skewer, and all.
Of course, since the time of publication it's been shown that ponies aren't merely ovo-lacto vegetarians, they are at least pescetarians when Rarity served up shrimp at the party in season four, though I suppose there could still have been a bunch of ponies who didn't like fish. Still, though, within FoE it's probable that ponies were (ovo-lacto) vegetarians before and during the war, as Velvet Remedy always said.
“So I heard. Folks are talking about how Security blew the dickens out of old Hightower. Pretty impressive,” he chuckled. “Can’t wait for DJ Pon3 to get back on the air and talk about it.”
I groaned, covering my face, then blinked. “Wait! It happened just yesterday. How in Equestria could they possibly know it was me?”
The old yellow buck threw his head back and laughed. “So it was you! Thought so. Blackjack, didn’t take long for folks to figger out who in the Hoof coulda done it!
Good that she can get beaten by a similar trick.
Big Daddy’s crowing ‘bout how the Reapers got the damnest toughest fighter in the Hoof. I think that old bastard is thinking of adopting you or something. The Flashers are practically ready to become your own personal gang. The Collegiate’s probably gonna name you an honorary doctor or something.”
“Great,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Doctor Blackjack.” I’d probably kill whoever I tried to heal. Gunshot wound? Amputation! Broken leg? Gunshot! I sighed, shaking my head.
"Doctor? Oh, I'm not one, but if you'd like we can find somewhere to play doctor . . . "
"Doctor? No, after what happened those few times, they wouldn't even let me be a mohel."
"I knew just enough to put something in the seizing mare's mouth so she wouldn't bite her tongue."
“Oh, your lovely one-winged marefriend?” He chuckled, stroking his little garlic bulb of a beard with a look that belonged on a stallion half his age. Really, I didn’t think he had a chance... He quickly added, as if I were offended, “I don’t mean anything by it, of course.”
Am I the only one who finds the idea of marshmallow-hooved ponies stroking beards hilarious? Also, yet more little reminders of Blackjack's unpossessive attitude.
“And that’s why yer gonna end up a bona fide legend, Security,” he chuckled, but I simply forced a smile and looked away. “You’re more concerned with returnin’ to yer lady love than with fame, fortune, or power.”
“Unless I’m remembered for being a monster,” I muttered, thinking back to my friends in the prison. To a slaughter on a stormy night. To a little filly with broken legs.
Oh, but Blackjack, the great thing about being white is how readily the stains come out with bleach or can be covered with whitewash.
The pale buck shuffled his cards as he sat in the seat that Keeper had vacated. “Why go through all the effort of contact when others do a job for you?” he asked in return. “Does it make you happy? Seeing this place you helped?”
“A little,” I admitted. “Back at Flank, I figured helping was just... giving folks what they needed. But the gift didn’t matter if it wasn’t what they wanted or from who they wanted it from.”
/"Green isn't Your Color"
The old, pale buck looked at his cards. “Back before the bombs fell… Goldenblood came to me. It was literally hours before he was arrested for treason. He was… more scared than I’d ever seen him before. More unstable, too. You know better than almost anyone how calm and collected he was. Well, that night, he wasn’t. He was scared to death. He insisted that we’d all been played, and that he was the biggest fool of them all. That something had to be done to save Equestria.”
“And that was binding you to EC-1101?” I asked in return.
“Part of me. That was what he wanted, yes. He had all the files from Rarity and making her own soul jars. He wanted to make the program itself my soul jar, make sure that it would stay intact no matter what. But he wanted more than that. To make sure that no matter what, EC-1101 reached Celestia at all costs.”
I shifted on my seat. “Celestia?” I remember how coldly he’d dismissed her, cutting her off from the kingdom entirely. “Why?”
“He didn’t say. He said that EC-1101 would have to get to her.” He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes, and then continued with great regret, “And I told him no. I think I might have killed him, then. He left to find Trottenheimer. Said Trottenheimer’d made something for him to deal with something bad. But then a half hour later I was stunned and woke up in an interrogation room. Luna was there. I was Goldenblood’s assistant. They questioned me for… I don’t know how long. Luna asked me if I wanted to prove my loyalty, and I said yes.”
“Wait. Luna put you into EC-1101? But…why… how did she know how to do it?” I gasped.
“I don’t know. Maybe Rarity told her? It was my chance to prove my innocence. They’d split my soul so that it wouldn’t kill me. Luna told me that if anything happened to Equestria because of Goldenblood’s betrayal, I was supposed to find a worthy heir. Somepony with the strength to save the kingdom and the intelligence to do what’s right.” He looked at me with a tired smile. “So far, you’re the best candidate I’ve found.” I didn’t know if I should be flattered or horrified. I was settling on baffled.
“So… EC-1101’s routing is doing what?” I asked, now completely confused.
“I don’t know. It’s got its own thing going, and I’m just along for the ride. I can help you access it and get past all the verification gibberish… but it’s running its own program. Maybe it thinks Rainbow Dash is in Shadowbolt Tower. Maybe something else is affecting it. The only one left on the list is Horse. Maybe it’s trying to get to Robronco. I just don’t know.”
Okay, I feel like at least part of this has to be bunk. Why would Luna want him in EC-1101, or, for that matter, EC-1101 to be there at all, given it has the same confidence problem as the Gardens? Then again, maybe it was Cognitum, and he's being evasive in a different way.
“Ahem…” Perch said, watching me with a concerned smile. “Is everything okay?”
I realized how I must have looked; chattering to myself. “Oh yeah. Sure. Just… um… heroic brooding. ‘Cause, you know, heroes...” I gave a nervous grin that made her look even more worried. “We… um… brood.” I quickly cleared my throat. “What can I help you with. Need raiders ventilated? Evil thwarted? Just let me at ‘em.”
. . . Dammit, nineties.
Some experimentation revealed that I could still move my tongue, tail, ears, and eyelids and that my magic still worked, but other than that I couldn’t do anything but stand there like a statue while feeling the strangest electric tingling in my forelimbs. And this was going to take all night. He’d set the terminal-tech-stuff to fix and calibrate everything while he had me wired up, so I simply stood there and tingled while Rover went to bed.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I couldn’t move… but really that didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. In its own way, it felt sort of nice.
Possibly related to her bondage fetish?
“HALT! WHO GOES--“ boomed a voice from besides the gate, and I fell back at once, gaping at the hovering stallion above me. The handsome night guard made a face and tapped a gem on the front of his armor before landing in front of me. “Ahem. Sorry. Only supposed to use the ‘royal voice’ with the tourists.” He reached the tip of his wing around and winced as he twisted it in his ear canal. “Woo. Does a doozy on my ears.”
“Lionheart,” muttered a mare who stepped out of the shadows next to him. “Thou art supposed to use the-“
“Oh stuff it, Nightracer,” Lionheart said with a snort. “That’s fine for formal occasions, but honestly. Nopony talks like that anymore. You’d have to be half crazy to talk all the time in the royal voice. Even the Princess doesn’t talk that way. Save it for the tourists.”
Huh. So I guess he was used before. Let's see just how, and if there's more connection to the present, hard though that would be given Lionheart's . . . thin character in FoE. On the plus side, there's already at least a mild joke about the irony of someone who didn't like the Royal Canterlot Voice and who wanted to use it minimally getting stuck with it full time.
I looked at the dark windows, the normally bright glass images now menacing abstract shapes. “I don’t know why I’m here at all. I’ve never met this Eclipse. Do they work for the Princess?”
“Something like that,” he replied with a smile, and then his ears twitched and he frowned.
Starting with the hints early.
There was a pause as a mare muttered under her breath and then said, “One second. Almost… there…” And then abruptly the voice changed and became deeper. “Send Miss Psalm in.”
Okay, that's not even trying.
A second wall was almost consumed by a massive map of the world with numerous little white and red dots covering it. Floating against the surface of the map were eight icons of light: bright orange, cyan, pink, purple, violet, yellow, green, and gold.
I'm guessing similar to the stars, modulo RD and TS: Applejack, Rainbow, Pinkie, Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Blueblood, Vanity, Goldenblood.
“I’m damned… damned…” I whimpered.
“No.” Eclipse frowned in thought. “You acted on the orders of the Princess. I’m sure that your... soul... can be absolved in service to the Princess. I know she’ll forgive you.”
“She… she will?” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes.
“I’m sure of it,” Eclipse said with a firm nod and smile. “Just do whatever you can to help, and she’ll forgive you when this whole nightmare is over. I promise.”
Well, can't say that Luna only started seeming manipulative and callous after Blackjack met her in the late 60s.
Eclipse actually frowned and rolled her eyes. “Not again. Honestly, why can’t she simply go stay with Cadance?” Eclipse snorted scornfully, and my shock must have shown because she immediately coughed and forced a smile. “Ahem. Sorry to cut this short, but sometimes there’s just no reasoning with my… with Princess Celestia. I’ll get somepony to show you out, my dear.”
Seriously, there's no effort being put into maintaining this charade.
“I most certainly can and will,” Luna replied coldly. “And I refuse to let you go. If you were captured, the blow to morale would be incalculable, not to mention that they might simply kill you.”
“I am willing to take that chance,” Celestia countered. “Thousands risk their lives every day in this war. It’s time I did as well.”
“I am in charge of Equestria now!” Luna snapped. “Or did you forget that you stepped down?” There was a long silence before Celestia spoke once more.
“There’s not a day I can forget that, Luna,” Celestia said calmly. “Nor a day I don’t regret it. When I passed the throne over to you, I thought it was to lead Equestria to a brighter future, not a darker one. I am going to this meeting in your place, Luna. You can arrange security if you like, or I will go alone, but either way, I am going. Equestria needs some hope that this war will end, and if I can give it that hope, I will. I’m sorry, Sister.”
Given Celestia's insistence, Luna really should have just made the offer to send an ambassador. She gets more control over the situation diplomatically and keeps Celestia out of their hooves.
“I should think so! She’s my sister, for pony’s sakes!” Luna snapped. Then there was an ominous silence, and Luna groaned. “What are we going to do about her? What if she’s right?”
“Then you’d best be ready to return the throne to her,” Goldenblood answered. “If this peace effort is sincere, any arrangement will require your abdication. The terms beyond that would probably be equally unpleasant, but moot.” He paused and sighed. “We could see if she’s right, Luna.”
“You just said-“
“I know, and I still believe it. But if we have peace, real peace… well… you won’t be responsible for Equestria anymore.”
There was another long silence. “No. No! I’m not going to just… just give up! I don’t care if she is older and wiser and nicer and… and… I’m going to do it right. I’m going to do whatever it takes and show her and everypony that I am every bit the ruler that she was! I have to show them I can do it. That I’m more than Nightmare Moon and the young mare that fools around on Nightmare Night.”
Goldenblood let out a long sigh. “Then we’ll just have to disrupt the meeting. I’ll pull together a guard detachment that will pull her out at the first sign of trouble. See what I can arrange in the interim.”
“And if they do capture her, somehow? Or try?”
“Better a dead princess than a captured one…”
And then there's this. Really should have just agreed to an ambassador. Makes Goldenblood appear suspect, too, even if that's not the truth.
However, it's always important to remember they wouldn't even be in that situation if Celestia hadn't been too flighty and irresponsible to handle a setback.
The creature was almost two feet taller than Rover, but it stooped over. Yellowish hide sprouting knots of scar tissue and bristly black fur covered its incredibly muscled frame. Actually, scratch the “it”; there was no question whatsoever that ‘it’ was a ‘he’. He wore only a leather harness sporting dangling magic fusion cells, and a large energy weapon was slung across his immense shoulders. It reminded me of the weapon Xanthe had cobbled together; it looked like some kind of mining tool with every safety feature removed. More immediately terrifying than that, however, were the immense hands that each ended in a set of wicked claws. The pointed maw peeled back, and I saw a ridiculous amount of yellowed, razor-sharp teeth, more than any species outside dragonkind had any right to possess. His yellow eyes ran down my body in a way that made me wonder if he was going to eat me or rut me... Oh Celestia! Was it coming out?!
I didn’t even think past that point. I simply went straight into S.A.T.S. and toggled up four magic bullets right for his face as I began mentally screaming in a blind panic.
Good description there. Given her situation, understandable she's nervous, but all the same . . . hellhounds: the Wasteland's big black men, and Blackjack: racist? If I recall correctly, Rover's about to say just that. Is Hoofington a stand your ground city?
The hellhound growled that ominous snarl as he rubbed the raw red burns the energy weapon had made in his hide. “This is Security? Huh. Thought her horn was bigger.”
Well, she didn't need to think that about him!
“Security Pony help sand dogs. Dogs hope Security could help hounds too,” Rover said as he reached up and pulled a plug out of my shoulder. My mouth filled with the taste of battery, and I could suddenly move my jaw. “Not shoot hound just because hound is scary!”
Okay, close, but not quite. Maybe. If he's being generous.
The pair met me outside, the hellhound looming over the other sand dogs. “I guess we’re even for me shooting half your face off?” I asked Gnarr, my face flaming.
How does she figure that? He didn't do anything to her.
I pouted and then rose to my hooves.
Blackjack pout count in the same chapter as thinking Stygius, as a stallion, shouldn't pout: 2.
There was a purple flash announcing Lacunae’s arrival. “Anything happen while I was gone?” she asked as she looked at Rampage and me.
“Penises,” Rampage said simply, but smiling.
“Monster dog penises,” I agreed.
The purple alicorn shook her head and sighed. Rampage grinned at me. “If only the Wasteland knew what Security talks about when she’s not being a hero.”
“You should try what she thinks about.” Lacunae shivered.
“What? The plug was actually pretty cozy.”
“La la la la la la… not listening to thoughts…” she began to say in my mind, so I thought exactly how things had felt. Lacunae went even redder and finally blurted aloud, “Sweet Celestia, stop thinking, Blackjack!” Rampage and I shared a laugh as the alicorn gave a dignified toss of her head. “You keep thinking that and you will be walking to Chapel!”
“Okay! Okay! Sorry!” I said, raising my hooves in apology. She nodded, trying to recoup her dignity as her horn began to flare with magic. Then I couldn’t help myself. I added, “I wonder where Glory can get another one of those…”
The pair disappeared, and I blinked, looking around the now empty ruins. “Lacunae? Lacunae?!” I looked around for a blue bar. “Very funny, Lacunae!” I thought at her.
“La la la la la I suggest you start walking la la la la…” she thought back. Somewhere in my mind, the Goddess howled with laughter. Cheeks blazing, I turned south and started running.
This Lacunae is being unusually . . . something. Hard to say exactly what. Also, it seems like almost every scene in the present has ended with a joke at the end.
“Blackjack! Don’t look at that!” [Scotch Tape] threw her forelegs around it, yanked it out of the air, and hugged it to her chest. I floated out another one and opened it up to look at some kind of house. She eeped and grabbed that one too. “Don’t look at my drawings! They’re horrible.”
. . . Somber?! Is that you?
I could feel the horror creeping up on me. My mane crawled on my scalp as I looked left and right. A little pink pony in my head pulled out a spyglass and searched for the dreaded menace. Perhaps I could plead poverty... but no, it didn’t matter. She could sense my purse and was coming for it! All my wealth would be hers! And yes, there she was, stepping out of the post office! She looked at me. I looked back, and her eyes narrowed like a hellhound about to go in for the kill. I leapt straight into the air, turned, and with all the power in my cybernetic limbs I raced away, laughing madly. She wouldn’t get me! Not this time!
The yellow filly’s words reached my ears, but I paid them no mind as I fled. “What’s her problem?”
Now, for most things I'm pretty confident we're really seeing and hearing what Blackjack is. But this just screams "unreliable narrator."
I entered Star House with just a little bit of apprehension. The place was clean and orderly and, moreover, it looked lived in. I heard the sound of a faucet running in the kitchen and spotted the blue pegasus filling up a pot. Her rainbow mane was tied back behind her head with a white cloth. It didn’t matter if she looked like a young Ministry Mare in her prime or my gray beauty; she was Glory. My imaginary heartbeat picked up as I slowly walked towards her. Suddenly the troubles of the last several days were nothing, and I couldn’t keep from smiling. She turned and looked at me, her rose eyes popping wide, and then she smiled with an oddly dismissive expression. “Oh, hey Blackjack. What’s up?”
Huh? I furrowed my brows as she set the pot on the stove and then took off the rag and shook out her spectral mane. “Um. Hi Glory. P-21 said you wanted to talk to me about something that upset you?” This wasn’t quite what I expected; she smiled again and approached. Oddly enough, my mane picked now of all times to get itchy. “Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I’m just so glad to see-“
She silenced me with a hoof to my lips, smiling up at me before her expression turned concerned. “Now. Before anything happens, I want to know how you are. Any injuries that need treating? Radiation? Taint? Anything like that?”
“No, actually.” I smiled and looked down at my foreleg. “I was just at Rover’s. He fixed up my legs just fine, and the talismans…”
But again she silenced me as she put her hooves around my neck and gazed into my eyes. “What about emotionally? Are you better now than when you left?”
“Oh, absolutely. I was… I was in a really bad way there for a while but… well… I found some help too.” And I got shot up a lot and died again, but I could tell her about that later.
“So in other words you’re in good shape? Tip top?” she asked in a voice that almost approached sultry and made my hindquarters quiver in anticipation. This was damage control I could handle!
“Yup. One hundred and ten percent,” I said as I smiled goofily.
Her legs tightened around my neck as she said softly, “Good…” And then she hugged me close, feeling soft and firm and wonderful. But as I lifted my legs to hold her, I became aware of a little pink pony in my head waving a red flag, a white unicorn waving her hooves in alarm, and a horrified-looking yellow pegasus pressing her hooves to her mouth as Glory whispered in my ear. “A champion in bed, huh?”
And then her wings snapped and she hauled me into the air. “Blackjack!” she snapped, and with more power than I knew any pegasus could muster, threw me clear across the room and smashed me into the far wall. I dropped to the floor with a crash, the five little ponies in my head equally rattled. Somewhere, for some reason, I imagined the Goddess looking on, munching on popcorn. Glory flew over with tears streaking her cheeks and yelled down at me, “You... You... fucking cunt!”
Welcome home, Blackjack.
The buildup here, with Glory getting escalatingly creepily happy in the face of everyone else saying she was furious, Blackjack taking it the wrong way even as both her own subconscious and then the ministry mare souls start warning her . . . and then it comes shattering down.
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