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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Dec 10, 18:11:15
Clockwork glanced over at his colleague, the God of Nature. He imagined a smile being received from his own visage if he could manage it.
It is not a certainty that the elder gods, our brothers and sisters of a time I would rather forget, where war was but a word away, are still around. Their presence is unfelt by me, but that does not mean they are gone. That can and cannot, will and will not, be and never been, their nature unprecedented, their forms unknown. But they are not real gods. Not in the sense of ponykind, where a deity must have purpose in order to exist... Clockwork throws wide his arms Does this look like the land of a creature of chaos, I ask thee? Where the elements can split and divide and fuse and change on a dime? Where lead is gold before it is silver? I have seen chaos, Laserbolt, because I have lived longer than I dare tell anyone about, and this... his claw screeches off the surface of the ground, sparks thrown up as the marble-like ground turned to dust ...isn't chaos. Discord has form and function, something that true chaos never has. He is an embodiment, WE are an embodiment, Celestia, Luna, Queb, Discord, Myself, of what ponies believe us to be. There are no gods that pony cannot describe, because they are not real in the first place. Gods only exist if they are believed in, and I certainly do not believe the grip Discord has over this world, same as I do not believe I will ever remember who I was before I became me. he rises, dusting himself off before THWACKING Laser's head with the shaft of the cane AND THAT WAS FOR FORCEFULLY REMOVING MY SOUL MATRIX, YOU DODO! I COULD HAVE LEVELLED THIS TOWN AND DESTABILISED THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM IF YOU HAD DROPPED ME!
It is not a certainty that the elder gods, our brothers and sisters of a time I would rather forget, where war was but a word away, are still around. Their presence is unfelt by me, but that does not mean they are gone. That can and cannot, will and will not, be and never been, their nature unprecedented, their forms unknown. But they are not real gods. Not in the sense of ponykind, where a deity must have purpose in order to exist... Clockwork throws wide his arms Does this look like the land of a creature of chaos, I ask thee? Where the elements can split and divide and fuse and change on a dime? Where lead is gold before it is silver? I have seen chaos, Laserbolt, because I have lived longer than I dare tell anyone about, and this... his claw screeches off the surface of the ground, sparks thrown up as the marble-like ground turned to dust ...isn't chaos. Discord has form and function, something that true chaos never has. He is an embodiment, WE are an embodiment, Celestia, Luna, Queb, Discord, Myself, of what ponies believe us to be. There are no gods that pony cannot describe, because they are not real in the first place. Gods only exist if they are believed in, and I certainly do not believe the grip Discord has over this world, same as I do not believe I will ever remember who I was before I became me. he rises, dusting himself off before THWACKING Laser's head with the shaft of the cane AND THAT WAS FOR FORCEFULLY REMOVING MY SOUL MATRIX, YOU DODO! I COULD HAVE LEVELLED THIS TOWN AND DESTABILISED THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM IF YOU HAD DROPPED ME!
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Dec 10, 06:00:03
Clockwork bustled over with elation evident on his features
Gentlemen! What a glorious day, is it not? Especially for one such as I who has managed to retain a portion of my power. I believe now that the retrieval of the other elements will go without much trouble, hm? he embraces the stag's neck with a single arm
Your concern of my wellbeing is much appreciated, dear Queb. It seems the bonds of family can cross even dimensions! removing his arm, Clockwork lowered himself to the ground, to about Laserbolt's height
Laserbolt, I have important information I wish to address to you personally on hushed tones, come closer in case the rocks suddenly grow ears...
Gentlemen! What a glorious day, is it not? Especially for one such as I who has managed to retain a portion of my power. I believe now that the retrieval of the other elements will go without much trouble, hm? he embraces the stag's neck with a single arm
Your concern of my wellbeing is much appreciated, dear Queb. It seems the bonds of family can cross even dimensions! removing his arm, Clockwork lowered himself to the ground, to about Laserbolt's height
Laserbolt, I have important information I wish to address to you personally on hushed tones, come closer in case the rocks suddenly grow ears...
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Dec 05, 17:58:35
Clockwork examined the piece of metal in wonderment from his position at a pony-sized workbench near the smelting furnace, examining the energy readings of what was once part of 003 before it was blasted to pieces by Traitor Dash. The same readings that came from the Sonic Endboom were still being exhibited by the shard, and Clockwork could not help but wonder if this power could be harnessed by more...refined technology. A long copper pole was acquired from nearby, tall enough and sturdy enough to be leant on before the shard was haphazardly fixed to the tip via a shoddy soldering job. Clockwork cursed himself, he HAD gotten rusty in these present years when it came to metalwork, and the item he now held in his hand was testimony to that. Clockwork nearly resorted to breaking the makeshift staff across his knee, but due to the materials used he resorted to snapping...his...fingers...
When Clockwork awoke again, albeit less gently this time, he was stunned. Had harnessing something of the Discorded Elements power bypassed the Valeyard long enough to return something of his power? He recalled the fire ceasing to move, all sound mute and the nearby clock stop. Clockwork was not sure what was luckier, the fact he had discovered a means of time manipulation or the fact he had survived it with less than 20% of his energy remaining. Picking himself up once more, he decided to abate further testing until he was ready again. Making sure to somewhat tidy away after himself, Clockwork opened the door to Sweet Rock Acres. Now where was his group...?
When Clockwork awoke again, albeit less gently this time, he was stunned. Had harnessing something of the Discorded Elements power bypassed the Valeyard long enough to return something of his power? He recalled the fire ceasing to move, all sound mute and the nearby clock stop. Clockwork was not sure what was luckier, the fact he had discovered a means of time manipulation or the fact he had survived it with less than 20% of his energy remaining. Picking himself up once more, he decided to abate further testing until he was ready again. Making sure to somewhat tidy away after himself, Clockwork opened the door to Sweet Rock Acres. Now where was his group...?
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Dawn of the Elements: Episode One, Sky Pillar and the Element of Air
2013 Dec 05, 02:36:19
503's inner workings translated the statement into something more manageable for his processor, though he was indeed more advanced than what these ponies had already encountered he did have limits to understanding some sentence structures when faced with a possible query within. Clamping it's hoof to its chest, 503 straightened rigidly
My designation is Unit 503 of the Clockwork Empire, I am an android capable of self thought built by the great Lord Clockwork, Master of Time, Prince of Progression. Ave Dominius Ex Tempore!
The last part of the proclamation came out a little too loud, possibly earning a few unwarranted stares from whoever was around.
My designation is Unit 503 of the Clockwork Empire, I am an android capable of self thought built by the great Lord Clockwork, Master of Time, Prince of Progression. Ave Dominius Ex Tempore!
The last part of the proclamation came out a little too loud, possibly earning a few unwarranted stares from whoever was around.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Dec 04, 17:14:22
Hold your horses folks, where are you guys? I'm currently within a blacksmiths inside of Sweet Rock Acres, but you guys seemed to have skipped identifying where you are! Update me, if you will?
Also, Magus, I request for Clockwork to gain back a minute portion of his time majiks through use of the piece of metal still stuck in his shoulder piece. Proposed power is as follows...
Also, Magus, I request for Clockwork to gain back a minute portion of his time majiks through use of the piece of metal still stuck in his shoulder piece. Proposed power is as follows...
Spoiler: show
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Dawn of the Elements: Episode One, Sky Pillar and the Element of Air
2013 Dec 04, 15:12:18
Unit 503 stood still for but a moment before clanking back into life, making his way towards the tunnel entrance
Identification acknowledged, designate "Laebenal"... he takes pause in his movement to turn his head to look at her Query: Why does designate Laebenal conceal herself in a manner akin to designate Shade?
Identification acknowledged, designate "Laebenal"... he takes pause in his movement to turn his head to look at her Query: Why does designate Laebenal conceal herself in a manner akin to designate Shade?
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Canterlot Archives / Re: SURVIVE! (Sign-Up)
2013 Dec 04, 15:01:51
(Why not simply go as a griffon? Ah well.)
Accepted!
Accepted!
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Dawn of the Elements: Episode One, Sky Pillar and the Element of Air
2013 Dec 01, 19:28:25
503 nodded once
Affirmative. Designation is required for addressing under professional and private circumstances, and you have yet to designate yourself. Please designate so you may be recorded on my systems as an ally.
Affirmative. Designation is required for addressing under professional and private circumstances, and you have yet to designate yourself. Please designate so you may be recorded on my systems as an ally.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Dec 01, 08:37:52
On the floor, in the blacksmiths house, within Sweet Rock Acres, Clockwork's hand flinched inwards. His clawed fingers creaking into a fist as light slowly began to emit from his eyes, systems rebooting back to their optimum performance. That seemed to have done the trick, now that his mind's defences were operational once more and most of his inner functions were restored he could begin to put his new plan into action. Firstly, however, he had to figure out where he was, as well as the cane he had dropped in his little 'episode'. Sitting up carefully he observed the sound of talking outside, Asterian and Chysteel especially. Good, they hadn't moved off without him, that would just be impolite. Queb had gone too, it was unknown if the old stag was simply outside his steadily recuperating radar or was dampening his signal. Clockwork trusted he would not get into too much trouble, in the meantime he needed to experiment with his methods that were required for his plan. Hovering upright, Clockwork peered about the room for something useful...
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Dawn of the Elements: Episode One, Sky Pillar and the Element of Air
2013 Dec 01, 07:46:33
503 stood before the tablet, head ever so slightly tilting upwards and downwards as it scanned the surface. The marking seemed to date to before Master's signature registered on this land, and whilst lacking the decryption technology needed to read the stone 503 was sure that designate "Shade" would be able to decipher the mystery language. Strange, he was already putting trust in a pony who he had not met even one hour ago, this would require investigation.
Scan: Complete. Commencing image capture.
Light burst from the black goggles for the briefest second before blinking out again, a copy of the tablet's face saved to 503's memory board. Secondary Objective: Complete. He turns to the unknown pony with an expressionless gaze.
I have yet to assign a designation to your form, for you have yet to notify the group of it.
Scan: Complete. Commencing image capture.
Light burst from the black goggles for the briefest second before blinking out again, a copy of the tablet's face saved to 503's memory board. Secondary Objective: Complete. He turns to the unknown pony with an expressionless gaze.
I have yet to assign a designation to your form, for you have yet to notify the group of it.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Nov 28, 07:39:38
Insert her into a conversation not spawned with "When will we fight Angry Pie?", shop around town and talk to people other than the group, they may have information that we, and you, could use. Your time will come when you and your talents will be called up, have patience.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Nov 27, 13:00:49
BUMPING IN THE NAME OF THE EMPIRE
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Nov 24, 22:18:51
Clockwork pauses momentarily, was he alright? He did not feel vengeful towards as many people as he should have been, perhaps a side effect of absorbing The Rage, which was a trivial emotion to begin with. Should he be angry at anyone? The Valeyard was simply doing its duty for this universe, the same as he always did for his own. Chrysteel, though thoughtless of the negative effects her abilities would have on his mind, was only doing what she thought helped, as the same with Laserbolt. At least, he hoped for the Nightmare's sake the stallion thought he was helping, otherwise...
He was particularly annoyed at the Elements for falling so easily, but Chaos did have it's way here so it was a given, and it would teach each other to strengthen their kinship. Heck, he wasn't even too angry at Discord for the same reason as the Valeyard, he was chaos incarnate, what did they expect him to do? But thinking of Discord reminded Clockwork of one creature that DID earn his hatred. Fluttercruel would feel the slow, crawling immolation that came with molten iron, even if Clockwork had to break dozens of rules just so he could do it again and again. For every soul lost would be a thousand years worth of dunking until either she or the universe gave in. He had found a direction to aim his anger, now it was all about delivering it
You will see, Queb. Once I awake I will begin my plan to make Fluttercruel pay for the lives I lost that fateful day, provided that separation from Fluttershy is wholly possible. Now away with you, Stag of Old, I have plans to formulate!
He was particularly annoyed at the Elements for falling so easily, but Chaos did have it's way here so it was a given, and it would teach each other to strengthen their kinship. Heck, he wasn't even too angry at Discord for the same reason as the Valeyard, he was chaos incarnate, what did they expect him to do? But thinking of Discord reminded Clockwork of one creature that DID earn his hatred. Fluttercruel would feel the slow, crawling immolation that came with molten iron, even if Clockwork had to break dozens of rules just so he could do it again and again. For every soul lost would be a thousand years worth of dunking until either she or the universe gave in. He had found a direction to aim his anger, now it was all about delivering it
You will see, Queb. Once I awake I will begin my plan to make Fluttercruel pay for the lives I lost that fateful day, provided that separation from Fluttershy is wholly possible. Now away with you, Stag of Old, I have plans to formulate!
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Canterlot Archives / Re: SURVIVE! RP (No Jump-Ins!)
2013 Nov 20, 21:57:05
Approaching the fissure in the grey land gives White a clearer view of his surroundings. Where he currently stands is on an outcrop with the deep canyon before him. To his left the canyon widens out, but comes equipped with a rope bridge that swings delicately in the dry wind, to his right the canyon seems to get smaller, the two pieces of land almost fusing together. As White steps, however, the ground crumbles a little beneath his hoof.
Sandstone, great. Not only is th' land dryer th'n Canterlot humour, it's also a buckin' deathtrap... he hears Featherblade say in a disgruntled tone ...rain prob'ly made it even worse.
Sandstone, great. Not only is th' land dryer th'n Canterlot humour, it's also a buckin' deathtrap... he hears Featherblade say in a disgruntled tone ...rain prob'ly made it even worse.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Nov 20, 21:09:23
Clockwork angrily brought up a new wall, his movements were fierce, yet controlled as he slotted it in with another
'Usually' being the key word, Queb. I originally opened my mind to the spirit of Twilight Sparkle, who wanted the truth about her own discorded state. The conversation was informative, and based on my conversation with you before my...episode, it has come to pass that I do not belong in this universe. You could only remember me through an otherworldly source, the great dragons did not know of me and my island showed no sign of industrialisation. So if I do not belong here, why did the Valeyard allow me to continue existing in return for my powers? A god of time must have no use for time manipulation, even a god spawned of mortal blood is not stupid to assume the two are different...
Clockwork had begun pacing, a leaning, predatory walk that made him akin to a large vulture
What little I gleaned of Twilight before Chrysteel began attempting to sugarcoat my land with her vile 'love' will allow us to press the advantage, and if my assumptions are correct I should be out of Discord's radar indefinitely thanks to the advantage called 'I don't technically exist'. I am still befuddled by the schematics, it will take time and, dare I say, aid from lesser sources for me to work everything out.
He halts, turning to the nature god in a swift maneuver
Do not fret, dear friend, I will awake shortly after you leave. Until then I wish for you to summon Laserbolt to my side for when I awake, I have something important to tell him...
Clockwork is...oddly cheerful despite having to repair his mind from scratch, but as a parapet rises from the earth Queb can see a fire is alight in his counter's eyes. A fiery determination.
'Usually' being the key word, Queb. I originally opened my mind to the spirit of Twilight Sparkle, who wanted the truth about her own discorded state. The conversation was informative, and based on my conversation with you before my...episode, it has come to pass that I do not belong in this universe. You could only remember me through an otherworldly source, the great dragons did not know of me and my island showed no sign of industrialisation. So if I do not belong here, why did the Valeyard allow me to continue existing in return for my powers? A god of time must have no use for time manipulation, even a god spawned of mortal blood is not stupid to assume the two are different...
Clockwork had begun pacing, a leaning, predatory walk that made him akin to a large vulture
What little I gleaned of Twilight before Chrysteel began attempting to sugarcoat my land with her vile 'love' will allow us to press the advantage, and if my assumptions are correct I should be out of Discord's radar indefinitely thanks to the advantage called 'I don't technically exist'. I am still befuddled by the schematics, it will take time and, dare I say, aid from lesser sources for me to work everything out.
He halts, turning to the nature god in a swift maneuver
Do not fret, dear friend, I will awake shortly after you leave. Until then I wish for you to summon Laserbolt to my side for when I awake, I have something important to tell him...
Clockwork is...oddly cheerful despite having to repair his mind from scratch, but as a parapet rises from the earth Queb can see a fire is alight in his counter's eyes. A fiery determination.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Nov 20, 05:57:54Quote from: Omega_Khaos on 2013 Nov 19, 21:54:17
The thing is that when she vanished on rage. he shouldn't have found her.
Only the dreamer (IE. clockwork himself, not his fragments) should have been able to find, see and/or follow her.
That is what nearly 1000 years of practice has given her on those dream spells she was using.
If that was the case then The Knowledge or The Truth wouldn't have seen her either.
And yet they did, because all the fragments were Clockwork, but better altered to fit their duties in his mind.
Let us be done with this argument, Magus could I get some conversation with Queb?
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Canterlot Archives / Re: SURVIVE! RP (No Jump-Ins!)
2013 Nov 20, 05:48:05
The outside world was a little too bright at this moment, even with the sun caught in a total eclipse. A few seconds spent blinking adjusted Eagle's eyes. It appears she had set up camp in an ideal spot, the water that trickled through the rocks remained somewhat pure enough to drink as it pooled in a puddle near the entrance. Outside, there was not much to view, same somewhat greyed land she had travelled on for so long, except now there was something new in the distance. The rain of last night had mostly obscured her vision to a few meters in front of her, now she could see for miles. It looked like buildings, pony made structures that marked a place once, or probably still, inhabited. The trek to them looked far, not just a simple canter away.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Nov 19, 21:33:06
He's also pretty mad that Chrysteel led The Rage on a hellish spree through his mind to aid that heart.
I think, when he has awoken and seen everyone else (most notably Laserbolt), he and Chrysteel ought to have a long chat, to better understand their intentions.
I think, when he has awoken and seen everyone else (most notably Laserbolt), he and Chrysteel ought to have a long chat, to better understand their intentions.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (OOC)
2013 Nov 19, 20:22:55
Magus, Queb can be returned to your control if you so wish it, this scene is just so Clockwork has help rebuilding his mind and gets to wake up faster. He's going to be angry, insulting and all around vile, but keep Queb the cool head and we'll see him waking up in no time. 
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Canterlot Archives / Re: World of Discord (RP)
2013 Nov 19, 20:18:15
Queb decides that, since there was nary a soft bed nor even an old table for him to make use of, the floor would have to do. Inserting a cushion between the wooden floor and the King's head, for comfort more than anything, Queb lowers his bulky form, sprigs of wheat and daisies pushing through the floor around him as he leans over Clockwork's chest. He speaks with concern, more to himself than anyone around him
Oh dear, oh dear, this will not do at all, Clockwork. Come now, it is I, Queb. Reveal yourself to me...
Rather than be wrenched open for such a simple request, Queb's soul huffed from his eye sockets in a noxious green cloud, swirling into Clockwork's chest unit in a miniature vortex. He could stay attached to the waking world, if with a dreary process of thinking should the need arise, although with Bleyd in the room Queb was sure that anyone who sought his attention would need to pass the treekin first. Ah yes, the ritual words. Needed for both Queb and Clockwork to commune on an interpersonal level. Queb's head tilted back, speaking a language that would undoubtedly prick the ears of anyone as ancient as the darkness itself...
En'ryth'n doc'th acrali'shah vashd'a temp'tes'llarch moch'la ryl'eth...
And he was in...
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Clockwork's world was a burned shadow of what it once was. For a being who coveted the synthetic machine, Clockwork's mind was usually so full of life, in a kinetic sense. Queb idly wondered what had done this...
Chrysteel happened, if you are so willing to know...
Oh dear, oh dear, this will not do at all, Clockwork. Come now, it is I, Queb. Reveal yourself to me...
Rather than be wrenched open for such a simple request, Queb's soul huffed from his eye sockets in a noxious green cloud, swirling into Clockwork's chest unit in a miniature vortex. He could stay attached to the waking world, if with a dreary process of thinking should the need arise, although with Bleyd in the room Queb was sure that anyone who sought his attention would need to pass the treekin first. Ah yes, the ritual words. Needed for both Queb and Clockwork to commune on an interpersonal level. Queb's head tilted back, speaking a language that would undoubtedly prick the ears of anyone as ancient as the darkness itself...
En'ryth'n doc'th acrali'shah vashd'a temp'tes'llarch moch'la ryl'eth...
And he was in...
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Clockwork's world was a burned shadow of what it once was. For a being who coveted the synthetic machine, Clockwork's mind was usually so full of life, in a kinetic sense. Queb idly wondered what had done this...
Chrysteel happened, if you are so willing to know...