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Every time I think of Lucentia, I think of this song. :P

 

(I like her, by the way. :) )

 

Here's Möbius as an alicorn. I might edit her at some point--it's hard getting her normal-looking + supervillainish.

 

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And TwiLyght penned shipping fics in 3, 2, 1 ... :P

Ah yes, the good old times. The excerpt might have shown you that they got along pretty well, now... it´s complicated.

 

Thank you. :)

 

Nice pony, the first one with a horn, isn´t she

 

For whom? Möbius or Lucentia, because neither seems like someone you want in a relationship. :P

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Yes? :P

 

To be fair the graveyard is not likely to make another apperance and there is a very good reason for its existence, so she is going to be less creepy starting her next apperance. Still, I apologize.

 

I like her; she just creeps me out. 

 

Every time I think of Lucentia, I think of this song. :P

 

(I like her, by the way. :) )

 

Here's Möbius as an alicorn. I might edit her at some point--it's hard getting her normal-looking + supervillainish.

 

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And TwiLyght penned shipping fics in 3, 2, 1 ... :P

 

Me likey! 

 

I'm somewhat offended that the first thing you thought I'd do is ship her and Lucentia. Well, it's not. As you can plainly see, the first thing I did was complain about your assumption. :P 

 

To Infinity and Beyond, a Lucentius story: 

 

"No, Lucentia. It's nothing to do with your diamonds. Well, something to do with them, but not directly." 

Lucentia turned on her heel and drilled Mobius with a glare. "Then what is it?" she said coldly. "What could possibly justify your request?" 

Mobius raked a hand through her hair. "It's because I love you, don't you see? It's because I love you that I want to trap you in a pocket universe where no one but I could ever reach you!" 

Lucentia gave a regal toss of her hair. "It's cruel, is what it is." 

"Filled with flowers and puppies and sunshine. Not a vending machine. Certainly not that barbarian you call a brother." 

Lucentia gave Mobius an icy smile. "Then how about this, my dear: I love you, and because of my love for you, I would like a restraining order."

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I like her; she just creeps me out. 

 

 

Me likey! 

 

I'm somewhat offended that the first thing you thought I'd do is ship her and Lucentia. Well, it's not. As you can plainly see, the first thing I did was complain about your assumption. :P

 

To Infinity and Beyond, a Lucentius story: 

 

"No, Lucentia. It's nothing to do with your diamonds. Well, something to do with them, but not directly." 

Lucentia turned on her heel and drilled Mobius with a glare. "Then what is it?" she said coldly. "What could possibly justify your request?" 

Mobius raked a hand through her hair. "It's because I love you, don't you see? It's because I love you that I want to trap you in a pocket universe where no one but I could ever reach you!" 

Lucentia gave a regal toss of her hair. "It's cruel, is what it is." 

"Filled with flowers and puppies and sunshine. Not a vending machine. Certainly not that barbarian you call a brother." 

Lucentia gave Mobius an icy smile. "Then how about this, my dear: I love you, and because of my love for you, I would like a restraining order."

It appears I have a talent for that, don´t I? I´m happy that it´s appreciated. :)

 

My my, TwiLyght, no one said anything about Möbius and Lucentia, you could have shipped her with Lightwards just as well, this betrays your true intentions. :P

 

Affectionate joking aside, we still didn´t decide on a course of action with the NPCs, did we?

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My my, TwiLyght, no one said anything about Möbius and Lucentia, you could have shipped her with Lightwards just as well, this betrays your true intentions. :P

 

 

 

Um…uh…..

 

LOOK! MOBIUSWARDS SHIPPING!

 

Apologize, a Mobiuswards story: 

 

"Don't pretend you mean it. You'll never mean it." 

"Lightwards—" 

He held up a hand. "No, Mobius. The only time you meant it was when you killed me." 

"But you got better!" Mobius jogged to catch up with him. "Please, Lightwards. Please give me a second chance." 

"To what? To shoot me in the head this time?" 

Mobius sighed, hanging her head in despair. "I was a fool." 

"For killing me? On that point, I quite agree." 

"No." She lifted her head, and Lightwards was surprised at the tears in her eyes. Crocodile tears, he told himself. That's all they were. "For thinking this would work."

 

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Um…uh…..

 

LOOK! MOBIUSWARDS SHIPPING!

 

Apologize, a Mobiuswards story: 

 

"Don't pretend you mean it. You'll never mean it." 

"Lightwards—" 

He held up a hand. "No, Mobius. The only time you meant it was when you killed me." 

"But you got better!" Mobius jogged to catch up with him. "Please, Lightwards. Please give me a second chance." 

"To what? To shoot me in the head this time?" 

Mobius sighed, hanging her head in despair. "I was a fool." 

"For killing me? On that point, I quite agree." 

"No." She lifted her head, and Lightwards was surprised at the tears in her eyes. Crocodile tears, he told himself. That's all they were. "For thinking this would work."

 

 

 

The Night That Never Ends, a Möhound story:

 

 

Nighthound threw open the restaraunt's door, his heart, usually calm, thumping rapidly.

 

He took a step, and found himself right back by the salad bar. With a primal roar, he raced back to the door, running through the door and back to the salad bar multiple times in quick succession.

 

"You can't leave," a soft but cold voice said from a table. She was there, Möbius, smiling at him from over that wine glass.

 

Even Nighthound felt despair when he realizes what his fate would be. He fell to his knees and let out a desperate howl.

 

"What I mean is," Möbius explained, giving him that special look with a glimmer in her eye. "You can't leave until our date is over."

 

Nighthound immediately straightened himself, relief flowing through him. "Möbius," he said, grinning. "My little geometric anomaly."

 

"Nighthound," she replied with a chuckle. "My puppy of evil."

 

"Only Lightwards calls me that."

 

"I killed him, remember?"

 

She poured him a cup of wine, and the two lovers locked eyes over the table, relishing each other's company during a night that never had to end.

 

 

Is Edgedancer thoroughly distracted yet? If not we might have to draw straws to see who writes the Bone Burglars first. :P

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The Night That Never Ends, a Möhound story:

 

 

Nighthound threw open the restaraunt's door, his heart, usually calm, thumping rapidly.

 

He took a step, and found himself right back by the salad bar. With a primal roar, he raced back to the door, running through the door and back to the salad bar multiple times in quick succession.

 

"You can't leave," a soft but cold voice said from a table. She was there, Möbius, smiling at him from over that wine glass.

 

Even Nighthound felt despair when he realizes what his fate would be. He fell to his knees and let out a desperate howl.

 

"What I mean is," Möbius explained, giving him that special look with a glimmer in her eye. "You can't leave until our date is over."

 

Nighthound immediately straightened himself, relief flowing through him. "Möbius," he said, grinning. "My little geometric anomaly."

 

"Nighthound," she replied with a chuckle. "My puppy of evil."

 

"Only Lightwards calls me that."

 

"I killed him, remember?"

 

She poured him a cup of wine, and the two lovers locked eyes over the table, relishing each other's company during a night that never had to end.

 

 

Is Edgedancer thoroughly distracted yet? If not we might have to draw straws to see who writes the Bone Burglars first. :P

 

You know the best part of that story? I can totally picture Nighthound running through the door and back to the salad bar with a primal roar, even without Mobius trapping him in a pocket universe.

 

Also, Mobius killed Lightwards so she could have Nighthound to herself? My, my, the shipping is getting intense! :P

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Wow. You people Post a Lot.

 

Also, Quick Update. My family is going Camping Tobight, so I won't have computer access until Wenesday. And then On Thursday I'm going to a Family Reunion, So My Access will be spotty at best. During that Time, Mailliw will be allowed to have Sightline do anything, and Edgedancer will be allowed to Control CorpseMaker (Cause he's the Creepiest writer).

 

Sorry for leaving so much.

 

As for Mobius.

 

No one save teleporters could enter these pocket universes, and no one save teleporters could escape once sealed inside. They took the forms of infinite loops, in which all "exits" merely led to the beginning of the loop.

 

Möbius, my god. First impulse, thats broken even for Epics and could put some of our horrors to shame. Second impulse, if she can´t block teleporters why hasn´t one killed her in her sleep yet.

 

Heh. That'll be easy pickings.

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The Night That Never Ends, a Möhound story:

 

 

Nighthound threw open the restaraunt's door, his heart, usually calm, thumping rapidly.

 

He took a step, and found himself right back by the salad bar. With a primal roar, he raced back to the door, running through the door and back to the salad bar multiple times in quick succession.

 

"You can't leave," a soft but cold voice said from a table. She was there, Möbius, smiling at him from over that wine glass.

 

Even Nighthound felt despair when he realizes what his fate would be. He fell to his knees and let out a desperate howl.

 

"What I mean is," Möbius explained, giving him that special look with a glimmer in her eye. "You can't leave until our date is over."

 

Nighthound immediately straightened himself, relief flowing through him. "Möbius," he said, grinning. "My little geometric anomaly."

 

"Nighthound," she replied with a chuckle. "My puppy of evil."

 

"Only Lightwards calls me that."

 

"I killed him, remember?"

 

She poured him a cup of wine, and the two lovers locked eyes over the table, relishing each other's company during a night that never had to end.

 

 

Is Edgedancer thoroughly distracted yet? If not we might have to draw straws to see who writes the Bone Burglars first. :P

Die for our ship already? Still, that one was even in mostly charcter.

 

DISTRACTED, WE? I CAN NOT IMAGINE WHAT YOU MEAN, THOUGH YOUR OFFERINGS PACIFY US! GIVEN THAT WE WILL SOON DECENT INTO THE CARRES OF SLEEP YOU ARE FREE TO GO AHEAD AND DRAW YOUR STRAWS OR WAIT UNTIL WE RETURN TOMORROW!

 

You know the best part of that story? I can totally picture Nighthound running through the door and back to the salad bar with a primal roar, even without Mobius trapping him in a pocket universe.

 

Also, Mobius killed Lightwards so she could have Nighthound to herself? My, my, the shipping is getting intense! :P

He indeed prefers a meat based diet. Huh, not what you´re talking about? Weird. :wacko:  

 

If you want something real intense try to ship Lucentia and have the suitor deal with her brother. :P

 

Wow. You people Post a Lot.

 

Also, Quick Update. My family is going Camping Tobight, so I won't have computer access until Wenesday. And then On Thursday I'm going to a Family Reunion, So My Access will be spotty at best. During that Time, Mailliw will be allowed to have Sightline do anything, and Edgedancer will be allowed to Control CorpseMaker (Cause he's the Creepiest writer).

 

Sorry for leaving so much.

 

As for Mobius.

 

 

 

Heh. That'll be easy pickings.

So I get to throw a armory raid, leave it to me. (We need an evil smily.)

 

What do my new temporary servants say. :P

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Pictured: us, increasingly.

 

Heh. That'll be easy pickings.

 

YOU DARE CHALLENGE US? WE COULD SEND PORTLAND FLYING INTO THE SUN WITH YOU IN IT, BUSTER.

 

(Have fun on your trip. See you when you get back. :) )

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Pictured: us, increasingly.

 

 

YOU DARE CHALLENGE US? WE COULD SEND PORTLAND FLYING INTO THE SUN WITH YOU IN IT, BUSTER.

 

(Have fun on your trip. See you when you get back. :) )

I take offense to that, thanks to NathanxFuntimes we have moved well past that point.

 

The horror. :P

 

To expand my above question, if I start writing the attack on the armory tomorrow, while Joe has his hopefully pleasant trip, is it okay to just have Electro and Scorch following Corpsemaker? Or are you still going to write the initial assult before you leave Joe?

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He indeed prefers a meat based diet. Huh, not what you´re talking about? Weird. :wacko:  

 

If you want something real intense try to ship Lucentia and have the suitor deal with her brother. :P

 

 

You want intense? I will give you the most face-meltingly intense ship you could ask for. Prepare to resemble the Nazis from the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark!

 

"I don't know what it is," Mobius said, pouring another glass of wine. The liquid became orange soda the moment it touched the glass, drawing a smile to her lips. "You see? You do things I don't expect. Can't expect. I enjoy it very much." 

 

Doctor Funtimes tapped her wineglass, turning her own wine from white to red to an Oreo cookie milkshake. "You make swirly wormholes." 

 

The door slammed open, tearing the wood from its hinges. Mobius started, then stood smoothly, a smile on her lips. "Ah, Nighthound. I see you've met your replacement." 

 

Nighthound roared, a roar that shook the building to its foundations. Doctor Funtimes giggled. 

 

"You look funny in a tutu." 

 

Upon a look at his outfit, Nighthound roared again, and immediately tried to tear the glittering pink tutu from his chest. He fled the room, his growls becoming whimpers. 

 

"Now, my dear, where were we?" Mobius sat, but rose again when Lightwards entered the room. 

 

"Funtimes." It was the whisper of a broken heart. "Darling, what are you—after all we've shared together! How could you do this to me?" 

 

"To you?" Lucentia strode in, her diamonds glittering in the candlelight. "Mobius was promised to me this evening! Honestly, Lightwards, if you could think of anyone but yourself for a mere moment—" 

 

"You think he has it bad?" All eyes dropped to their laps as CorpseMaker entered. "My dear Lightwards, I'm sorry for what happened last time—I only meant to look into your beautiful eyes—" 

 

"I promised to make your eyes a million times prettier than his, but did you listen? No!" Altermind slammed his fist on a nearby table. "You never listen to me, CorpseMaker!" 

 

"If you would please leave Funtimes and I to our date…." There was more, but Mobius' words were lost to the increasingly bitter feuds. 

 

A server stepped from the corner and cupped his hand around Funtimes' ear. "Can we leave yet? This is getting weird." 

 

She giggled. "We can leave when they all try to kill each other. And then it's off to Nebraska!" 

 

"But Nebraska's boring, Doctor." 

 

She giggled again. "Not when I'm through with it!"

 

 

Ahem. 

 

Have fun on your camping trip, Joe. 

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You want intense? I will give you the most face-meltingly intense ship you could ask for. Prepare to resemble the Nazis from the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark!

 

"I don't know what it is," Mobius said, pouring another glass of wine. The liquid became orange soda the moment it touched the glass, drawing a smile to her lips. "You see? You do things I don't expect. Can't expect. I enjoy it very much." 

 

Doctor Funtimes tapped her wineglass, turning her own wine from white to red to an Oreo cookie milkshake. "You make swirly wormholes." 

 

The door slammed open, tearing the wood from its hinges. Mobius started, then stood smoothly, a smile on her lips. "Ah, Nighthound. I see you've met your replacement." 

 

Nighthound roared, a roar that shook the building to its foundations. Doctor Funtimes giggled. 

 

"You look funny in a tutu." 

 

Upon a look at his outfit, Nighthound roared again, and immediately tried to tear the glittering pink tutu from his chest. He fled the room, his growls becoming whimpers. 

 

"Now, my dear, where were we?" Mobius sat, but rose again when Lightwards entered the room. 

 

"Funtimes." It was the whisper of a broken heart. "Darling, what are you—after all we've shared together! How could you do this to me?" 

 

"To you?" Lucentia strode in, her diamonds glittering in the candlelight. "Mobius was promised to me this evening! Honestly, Lightwards, if you could think of anyone but yourself for a mere moment—" 

 

"You think he has it bad?" All eyes dropped to their laps as CorpseMaker entered. "My dear Lightwards, I'm sorry for what happened last time—I only meant to look into your beautiful eyes—" 

 

"I promised to make your eyes a million times prettier than his, but did you listen? No!" Altermind slammed his fist on a nearby table. "You never listen to me, CorpseMaker!" 

 

"If you would please leave Funtimes and I to our date…." There was more, but Mobius' words were lost to the increasingly bitter feuds. 

 

A server stepped from the corner and cupped his hand around Funtimes' ear. "Can we leave yet? This is getting weird." 

 

She giggled. "We can leave when they all try to kill each other. And then it's off to Nebraska!" 

 

"But Nebraska's boring, Doctor." 

 

She giggled again. "Not when I'm through with it!"

 

 

Ahem. 

 

Have fun on your camping trip, Joe. 

 

* scribbles note on his "To Upvote When My Quota Refills" list *

 

As a probably unsuccessful attempt to defuse the shipping madness, here's Big Al as a pony.

 

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* scribbles note on his "To Upvote When My Quota Refills" list *

 

As a probably unsuccessful attempt to defuse the shipping madness, here's Big Al as a pony.

 

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You cannot "defuse" the madness! You can only submit to it! 

 

JOIN THE SHIPPERS

 

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

 

WE UNWILLINGLY PONDERED THE IMPLICATIONS OF A FUNTIMES LOVE SCENE

 

WE FEAR NOTHING

 

BY THE WAY, WE LIKE THE BIG AL PONY

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You cannot "defuse" the madness! You can only submit to it! 

 

JOIN THE SHIPPERS

 

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

 

WE UNWILLINGLY PONDERED THE IMPLICATIONS OF A FUNTIMES LOVE SCENE

 

WE FEAR NOTHING

 

BY THE WAY, WE LIKE THE BIG AL PONY

 

I was there; I was there when those implications were pondered. Maybe someday my sanity will come to terms with that. :P

 

And thanks. His special destiny is pulling Sausage McMuffins out of his pockets. Even if he's a pony and doesn't have pockets, he can still pull out Sausage McMuffins.

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I was there; I was there when those implications were pondered. Maybe someday my sanity will come to terms with that. :P

 

And thanks. His special destiny is pulling Sausage McMuffins out of his pockets. Even if he's a pony and doesn't have pockets, he can still pull out Sausage McMuffins.

 

And maybe someday I'll find an apology sufficient for making you ponder them. :P 

 

It is a good and noble destiny. A high-calorie, high-sodium, high-fat and high-carb destiny, but a noble destiny all the same. 

Posted

So shall I go next, writing a brief scene introducing our four Epics? I'm guessing that as they're NPCs, we're all allowed to write for them, right?

Posted

I think it would make sense. None of them appear to have particularly deep characterization to adhere to. They're really just here to be eaten by dinosaurs. :P

Posted

Posted in "What Happened in Oregon."

 

I may be getting entirely too carried away while writing these. If you think I should shorten the average length of my segments, merely say the word.

Posted

Posted in "What Happened in Oregon."

 

I may be getting entirely too carried away while writing these. If you think I should shorten the average length of my segments, merely say the word.

 

'Tis all right. I don't mind. 

 

Just one small thing I noticed: Thomas Cardinal was a brony? Or knew one? I doubt it. The pure force of friendship would have saved him from Calamity's influence years ago. :P 

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'Just one small thing I noticed: Thomas Cardinal was a brony? Or knew one? I doubt it. The pure force of friendship would have saved him from Calamity's influence years ago. :P

 

The way I've planned it, Thomas Cardinal actually did have an acquaintance and later friend who was a brony. :P Thomas was far too uptight to ever watch the show himself, however, and thus its friendship magic was unable to save him. He was always far more interested in writing research papers on the probable behavior of the Styracosaurus.

 

Any notes or commentary on the Bone Burglars so far? (I've used that name three times now without being contradicted, so that's their official name now. :P) I fear that I may have written Hotwire as a thinly veiled knock-off of Funtimes.

 

I also took a bit of initiative with the "PORTLAND MUSEUM OF NATURAL AWESOMENESS" thing, and if that seems too ridiculous it can always be un-awesomeized with the power of post edits. :P

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The way I've planned it, Thomas Cardinal actually did have an acquaintance and later friend who was a brony. :P Thomas was far too uptight to ever watch the show himself, however, and thus its friendship magic was unable to save him. He was always far more interested in writing research papers on the probable behavior of the Styracosaurus.

 

 

His mistake. His terrible, tragic mistake. 

 

I fear that I may have written Hotwire as a thinly veiled knock-off of Funtimes.

 

 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

I solemnly swear that I will not ship it. 

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Oh I see how it is, no one wants to ship with Purple Phoenix. Well that's fine! He didn't want to be shipped anyway! :P

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