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"Brrrr c-c-cold!" "I concur." The shivering search party bantered, before they went back to just shouting names.

"Hey where did the golem go?" Bassaro shouted. "Uh not sure. Let me try and command it back..." Slate shouted back, but try as he might the golem remained gone.
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"What all happened to you, did you try to stop the train by headbutting it? Well you'll be fine with a bit of rest and warmth I suppose." Slate muttered as he bandaged up the downed pegasus' wing, wrapped her in a blanked and stowed her in the cabin of their tiny train.

"They actually managed to crash right before town. Judging by how they lost Brave there they might be lost themselves... Well let's drive this into the protective dome and get looking shall we."

And so they drove back in the increasingly cramped, and not very well insulated mini-train. "Golem must be getting cold there... Do golems feel cold?" Slate said, looking back at the golem which was still sitting in the open cargo hold.

The party soon passed through the protective dome, feeling a wave of warmth wash over them. They stopped the and disembarked the train, leaving Brave in the cabin in her blanket to sleep. Just at the edge of the dome Slate stopped and said "Right, here is how I propose we do this. Each of you takes one of these alchemic torches." as he fetches some sticks with a bright-red substance wrapped around the end with some cloth. "Those burn nice and bright in pretty much any weather, even underwater. We walk out in a line, just far apart to still see each other's light. Do not move away from the line or the light of the others and we should at least not get lost ourselves. That all clear to you too golem?" Slate asked the golem who had gotten a torch sticky-taped to its head. The golem said nothing, but moved in line anyway.

"Right, off we go."
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@FakeSmile

Heheh your welcome, and glad you get some enjoyment of our weird little side-rp! Don't feel too bad about leaving us behind, I (and I wager Bassa as well) wouldn't want to keep the RP stuck at just one post per day either.
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"Augh!" "Mrffph!" "My leg!" it sounded from the Track Service Train Thingy.

Such can be the consequences of hasty, long distance teleports into cramped cabins! But sometimes one had to do what one has to do, and this time it involved hasty teleports.

"Ow. Alright, everypony sorted then?" Slate said after the three ponies managed to untangle themselves. "Alright, let's start with... Who are you and what brought you to our little train in such a hurry?"
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Quote from: Peace Keeper on 2015 Sep 13, 14:45:05
hehe thanks @Julien999 . Though I will continue to read as it goes along. I may ask if I would need help.

Well... I think I pulled myself out of here a bit too hastingly. But... guess I officially resigned. I will need to get accepted again to re-enter. I like to play a part, but just dont know what to do, and I really hate to halt a good flowing RP. Heh even a tiny temporary part would be good enough.. Until I can get reaccepted, have fun in the RP. Keep on entertaining me.


Heheh I have been having my own problems with timezones and generally being limited time-wise. Which is why mine and Bassa's parts ended up being a bit of a weird, separate continuity.

It's still fun but at the same time it feels kind of pointless as I currently have zero influence of the main story and might as well be writing it down in a notepad somewhere. Hope at least someone had fun reading it.

Also @FakeSmile your RP is well written and fun to read! Just wanted to say that ^^
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One quick trip back to the department of excessive monitoring revealed that a train had left sensor range in the direction of the crystal empire. Pretty useful, all that monitoring!

The party agreed to go after them (the golem agreed silently, surely) and went for the train station. Handily enough there was a Track Service Vehicle sitting around in a small depot near the station, which was basically just a tiny locomotive with room for a small working crew, coal and various tools. After jettisoning some railways beams and, with some effort, convincing the golem to get into the rear cargo hold, the party was ready to embark!

"Except of course neither of us knows how to drive this thing." Slate commented. Bassaro scratched his chin, rummaged through the small compartments in the driver's cabin and retrieved an old looking 'Track Service Verhicle Operators Manual - Or, how to drive this thing'. "Really, that's what it says!" Steadily, slowly and rather clumsily, the pair learned how to drive that thing. "Oops, found the emergency brake." "Is it just my imagination or was the golem making annoyed noises there?"

For better or worse, the party was finally on its way towards the rest of the survivors. Or at least to their train wreck.
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"Heheh. It wasn't a potion, it was a griffin... beverage. More I cannot say though I'm kinda sorry I had to use it like that."

The party moved through the smouldering remains of what seems to have been a number of escaped Everfree forest specimens, making their way to the storage which was largely uninfested, but still smelled a rather funny.

"Let's see what they got here. Seems they went through a lot of their stock in the last few days... there still plenty distilled water, various plants I don't know... oh nice they got yellow swamp mushroom spores. Very hard to get that around here. Some more crystalline essence, don't really need more of that though." Slate said while rummaging through the shelves of various odd looking ingredients. "Oooh they hid griffin beverage here! A big bottle too. Better handle this with care."

The party was at this point getting ever so slightly overburdened which made Slate to make an annoyed sound at his saddlebags. "Gah, too much junk again. This saddblebag holds endless amounts of things, but they did not mention that after a certain amount of things it stops cancelling out the mass." Slate proceeded to open the saddlebag, and threw out a variety of junk, including a pair of old gloves, some scrap metal, a brick and a top hat. "Naah, not the top hat." He said before throwing it back into the bottomless saddlebag.

Having finished looting the university for all its worth the party of three the party departed and looked around for the rest of the survivors. All in vain as they had already left for the Crystal Empire at this point. Bassaro, having flown over the city, quickly noticed that the train they arrived on was gone.

"You mean... those bumfeathers went and left us behind??" Slate said with folded ears. "Well... splendid. Any way of finding out where they went?"
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While this is the first time I heard of this, I wish ye a happy Jewish new year nonetheless  :3
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"Grumblrrrr" Slate's stomach replied. "Ahem, pardon. So yes kitchen looting it is!"

"Guess I could still use the armour, I have a full suit of plate armour I can call upon but its kind of hassle to put it on." Slate demonstrated by summing a part of a heavy looking, iron-grey helmet. "Had it made by a griffin armourer, then had it enchanted in various ways and made it to be summoned like this at any time. Always been good at iron-magic for some reason. Cost me a bundle but it saved my skin on various occasions! Only problem is, its useless without wearing the padding and straps underneath and I can't summon that kind of material so it always takes a few to put it on."

"Anyhow enough about that. Let's get some grub!" he continued as he dematerialized the helmet and threw open the kitchen door.

Slate and Bassa merrily looted the kitchen for its various foods, as well as grabbing an inter-dimensional satchel which was for some reason filled almost entirely with ice cream. The golem, lacking any way or need to eat, stood by on the side. Probably not feeling sad or anything.

"That.... is a lot of ice cream. The things one could do with so much ice cream! Well, most wouldn't really be appropriate right now I suppose... Anyway let's move on, lots more to do and we shouldn't linger much longer here."

On the party moved, through the forges where they acquired four vests of mithril mail coats with convenient healing ability and at least some ability to prevent getting wounded in the first place. The golemantic enchantment table proved to be a bit more wily. It is a very useful tool for a skilled golemancer, but Slate was not that. The first try at improving intelligence resulted in the golem only just walking circles on the platform until Slate forceably shut it down. A number of tried and one reading of the actual manual later, the golem appeared able to do at least some things by itself, a bit more nimbly, and it could be made to throw nearby objects at things. Though there was no way to tell it what exactly to throw, it just picked something seemingly random nearby.

"Well that's as good as I can get it I think. Let's leave it at this before it starts doing the spinning thing again..."
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"That is... vague. I would assume its overenthusiastic garden jargon if it weren't for the underground shelter part. Perhaps we need to have a look in the caves under this city later?" Slate says as he threw 'Report on Canterlot Donut Consumption' on a pile.

"I also found a chart on 'Thaumatic Discharge, All Canterlot sensor masts', which is fancy for how much magic is used in some place. It shows an out of boundries peak as we got here... peaks every dusk and dawn. That makes sense. But also quite a lot of smaller, irregular peaks starting 4 weeks before we arrived. Its almost completely dropped to zero since we got here."

"There is also an order form for 25 more golems, to be ordered from some dubious place called 'Black Bog Foundries'. Doesn't seem they got here on time. As well as a royal order to cease monitoring of... private matters of the royal house? Heheh. And one thing that kind of worries me: A chart that reads the total larger lifeforms present in and near Canterlot currently reads 15, which is considerably more than I remember there being on the train. I wonder if its also picking up on the spectres and whatnot, or did more ponies arrive?"

Slate considered this, while stowing away the more important log readouts in one of his saddlebags.

"Let's not linger for too long shall we... Any other place here you think we should check out?"
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"So, here we are then."

The party had arrived at a inconspicuous looking door way down the magic department's left wing, marking 'Monitoring - No access to electromancers'. Slate used a few spells on the door that didn't seem to do anything. "Eh lets just open it." he said before trying but failing to open the door.

"Blocked by a heavy object? Really that's the best they could think of? Golem, push this door open, carefully!"

The golem proceeded to smash the door open, uncarefully. "Right talking to it doesn't actually do anything... Well never mind were in."

The open door revealed a room full of seemingly incomprehensible machinery, wires, piles of schematics, empty coffee mugs, pizza boxes and a knocked over filing cabinet which formally blocked the door. "'Peter's Pegasus Peperoni Pizza'. Ah the old trick of blocking the door and ordering pegasus pizza through the window. Whoever worked here seems to have made a last effort at... something. Bassaro, could you look through the pile of readouts over there? Look for anything marked, or generally looking out of place."

...

And so the party investigated the long, paper scanning readouts. And graphs and pie charts and tables... some of which were certainly more useless or even sane than others.
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Off-Topic / Re: Dumb things that annoy you
2015 Sep 10, 13:17:18
Quote from: Chishio Kunrin on 2015 Sep 10, 10:52:02
So, there's this really cool, fun, and beautiful looking awesomely animated CGI cartoon called Miraculous Ladybug, and the English dub is coming to America on December 6th. It looks so awesome!! You've got the girl superhero Miraculous Ladybug and the boy superhero Cat Noir, and they fight villains, and the character design is really good and pretty! It looks like a ton of fun!

So, why am I posting this on this thread?

Because it'll be on Nickelodeon, and I can't legally watch anything on Nickelodeon or any other Viacom channels!!!! D:
Uuugh, I wish my cable provider had never dropped the Viacom channels! They're my internet provider too, so I'm completely blocked from watching episodes on Nickelodeon's website! Some of you might remember me complaining that they dropped the Viacom channels right in the middle of Legend of Korra book 4!

*Smashes face into a pillow and screams at the top of her lungs*

I want to support it! It looks like a really great show, and it looks like it'll be a positive influence for kids! I was even gonna try to get my parents' friends' daughter into it because it looks like something she'd like, but they have the same cable and internet provider we do! :(


Step 1: Cancel paid TV subscriptions. All of em.
Step 2: Find an alternate way to watch what you want to watch, when you want to watch it, this time without the awful commercials.
Step 3: Spend the saved money on merch and DVDs of things you like! Huzzah justified spending spree of frivolous goods!
Step 4: The show actually makes more money on this, Internet Disservice Provider makes less.
Step 5: World is a fairer place, you are less annoyed AND you get merch!

Are there 'legal issues' with this? Eyup, but look up how to do it smartly and it won't really matter.
How about 'moral issues'? I'd say none. The artists make their money, you get your fun. All the nasty disservice providers in between are where the moral issues lie if you ask me.
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"Hmmm..."

Slate fiddles around with the control rod, trying to figure out how to use it. He turns a few rings back and forth, pointed it at something and shouted various commands... nothing.

"Ah how about this?" Slate says while pressing a button on the bottom of the device. The golem promptly walked towards a wall and faceplanted it, looking a bit stupid.

"Uuuh... heheh. Ok I think I get it. Let's hope I'm pointing this the right way around." *clickety click* The golem stepped away from the wall, walked over the the now vacant table and smashed it to bits.

"Right and now for them fun bit. Be ready to run and panic." he turned some of the rings, pointed the rod at himself and *click*. The golem turned towards Slate, who was looking a bit sweaty, but it only blinked a green light.

"Phew. Ok. That should mark us as friendlies." Slate said as he did the same thing with Bassaro. "Alright this can be used without magic but its not the most ergonomic thing to use with hooves. Turn the rings to set a command, push the button to issue it at whatever your pointing at."

The party-of-two quickly fitted themselves with bracelets, bringing the remaining three with them along with some alchemical ingredients like quartz dust, heavy water and light water, as well as some other random things because Slate is a bit of a compulsive hoarder.

"Right, onwards comrades! To the department of excessive monitoring!" he said, commanding the golem to follow close behind.
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"Ok strange, the university in our world had one of these in the basement but it was never used because it kept mistaking furniture for intruders."

Slate rubbed his chin with a hoof. What could be setting it off, was it just a particularly offensive chair or did it pick up on an actual threat here?

"Hmmm if this thing is picking up something we aren't, then I want to keep this around. Lets see..." Slate said before he picks up a chair and pushed it towards the golem with magic. "No reaction. Alright ideally we would find a way around it but that might not be possible. Ah idea!"

Slate went into a small, nearby room and retrieved a... large table and table cloth. "Right, get under here! This simply has to work." he said as he climbed under the table with tablecloth.
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"Monitoring" Slate answered.

"They took the phrase 'Monitor Everything' to the extreme, or at least tried to. In our... previous world anyhow. I've never been there in person but if any instruments could have picking up something from this calamity, its theirs. Anyhow it should be at the top floors somewhere."
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"They are also closed... which strikes me as odd for a weekday morning." Slate commented.

"And uh, I can't open them the normal way. I'm also magically warded from going through them after... events. Thankfully you can leave it to the university to build a really big, strong and enchanted door, but also leave the window open." he continued before he teleported through an open window on the second floor, went over the gatehouse and pulled the big, heavy lever there.

"Welcome to Canterlot security, where its all about who can make the biggest lock on a paper door hehehee! Which reminds me, I have to leave a little something for the principal here just in case he comes back..." Slate's voice range from inside the building.
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Slate and Bassaro walked though the empty streets. Great, tall houses with magnificent gardens, opulent sculptures and the finest restaurants... it all seemed utterly pointless without any left to admire it. 'Or to loot it...' Slate muttered under his breath.

It was not long before the two arrived at the doors of the Canterlot university.
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Slate departed the train, splitting off the rest of the ponies who for some reason all vanished, off to mind whatever business they had.

Some of them seemed a bit too... prone to mayhem to be near right now anyhow. Particularly the pair that might have gotten us all turned to horse soup with a silly race. 'Note to self, don't get on a train with the green pegasus dude.'

'But that's all just as well. I need to go over the university, particularly the magical monitoring department, and having some of these guys around sensitive equipment like that could be disastrous.'

"... Sooo, want to come with? I need to investigate something important near fragile stuff, but you seem calm and diligent enough. Could be dangerous to go alone!" Slate asked Bassaro, who was still trying to sleep the whole situation off.
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Slate reached the train station with his companion "Hope one of you can actually drive this?" he shouted while waving at the locomotive.

He got on the train and made his way to the front, taking a seat there.
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"Someone shouting from the direction of... the train station? Okay I guess that works."

Slate Grey headed for the train station, hoping any of the ponies actually knew how to drive a train.