Trapped in Equestria 3.0 {The REAL Rp}

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Sol chuckled before walking over, smiling.


"No, thank you. You have a been a great help today, Miss Blossom."


He says with a small bow of his head in thanks. He then blinks before frowning, looking at his body and searching for something, finding a brown purse attached to his armour. He opens it with his magic and peeks inside, wondering what was inside.


(This is his infinite bits bag if I remember correctly)

 

[Meds]

(This is his infinite bits bag if I remember correctly)

(Correct.)


Within the purse the jingles a decent looking amount of gold coins, tinkling with a beautiful sound that attracts the attention of many canines, both the sleeping ones as well as the awake ones who look over at the sound. The mare trooper on the other hand eyes it with faint confusion as to what he means to do with it.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Sol winces at the attention, so he walks closer to Private Blossom and subtly hands her two of the golden coins.


"As thanks for helping me. Please don't say no."


He says, giving her a wink and a warm, friendly smile.

 

[Meds]

He says, giving her a wink and a warm, friendly smile.

The mare gives the stallion a positively odd look but takes the offered bits without comment, then salutes and slowly makes to leave Sol to his devisings, such as possibly hitting the hay.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Sol smiles, then opens the hooflocker and places his bag of coins in there, locking the container and climbing into the bunk, sighing in content before he closes his eyes, drifting off slowly into a deep slumber.

 

[JDeko]

Knife chuckles a bit and tucks her empty flask away. "Well, that should ease the tension a bit." She looks at Alice, just smiling. "Get you anything else, Miss?"

"Not right now." Alice notes, a bit flushed from the drink. "What is it like, being a maid?" The otaku asks, inhibitions lowered by alcohol.

 

[ZinkShecoat]

"Not right now." Alice notes, a bit flushed from the drink. "What is it like, being a maid?" The otaku asks, inhibitions lowered by alcohol.

Knife smiles, flexing what visible muscle she has in the bare arms. "It's an adventure in itself, really." She looks off into space, gently tracing a circle on the table. "You can do so much good for people, and you don't even need to move mountains to do it. You get to help people, sure in tiny ways, but it's worth it to see a satisfied smile on the faces of those served." The hound looks back at Alice, smiling once again at the mare. "And sometimes, the best part is just knowing they'll need help again, just to see the smile afterward." Knife leans back, sitting upright, paws in her lap. "Anything else, Madam?"

 

[TresdeLeche]

After a while, the moon started to follow a similar route the sun did to set into the horizon.  Once the moon has set, the gentle gleams of the night sky were replaced by tints of blue. What stars that were in the sky now have vanished to make way for an even bigger star in the sky.  The sun gracefully rises from the east, quickly warming what air was around its proximity. Once everything was set in place, it seemed like the moon was never there.
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May businesses will be open again around these hours. What will you do?
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[Emerald_Pheonix]

Noise all around him, making his ears flicker before his eyes open. The scuffling of feet and bunks creaking is what he hears before he sits up and yawns, stretching before he hops out of the bunk, smiling as he feels quite refreshed. He opens his hooflocker and grabs his bag, attaching it to his armor once more before he turns and trots out of the building, wincing slightly as the sun's glare greeted him.

 

[Meds]

Noise all around him, making his ears flicker before his eyes open. The scuffling of feet and bunks creaking is what he hears before he sits up and yawns, stretching before he hops out of the bunk, smiling as he feels quite refreshed. He opens his hooflocker and grabs his bag, attaching it to his armor once more before he turns and trots out of the building, wincing slightly as the sun's glare greeted him.

Outside the hum and drum of daily life is rising to greet the morn: although the streets are not to their fullest it seems that even here on the not-midtown's reaches business starts early. From what Sol sees the immediate area is popular with canines among who humanoid build is a constant followed often but not always by a stone or sand like coloration in their fur which is both coarse and harsh in appearance, as well as a set of fangs in each canine's mouth that look dangerous enough they might be used for chomping on trees.


On other species' regard they are not as prevalent although some griffons along with unicorns are easily spotted on the streets as perhaps the only ones present. Sol's eyes pick up some interesting bits in regards to a few one's apparel, which seem reminiscent of the armor the troopers wore - it seems that the few who wear garments rather than just their fur have donned a model of corset, which looks positively beautiful on the wearer.


A bit of a distance away Sol also sees a familiar looking trooper approaching. He thinks it is Private Blossom coming to check up on him.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Sol smiles at all the business going on, then spots the trooper and emits a small hum, wondering if it actually was her. He decides to just casually walk towards the approaching mare, just so he doesn't move too far from the building should it not be her.

 

[Meds]

Sol smiles at all the business going on, then spots the trooper and emits a small hum, wondering if it actually was her. He decides to just casually walk towards the approaching mare, just so he doesn't move too far from the building should it not be her.

It is his yesterday's guide! She even nods to him in greeting once they are close enough that he could hop over to beep their muzzles together. "Good morning sir," Private Blossom offers with a perked up tone. "I trust your night went well and locals were accommodating?" The mare trooper looks a little battered from last night. Her armor has some dints on it and she is favoring her right forehoof, the greaves of which looks battered.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Sol gasped at the sight, frowning as he noticed the changes.


"Yes, but more importantly, what happened to you? Was the station attacked?"


He asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked at the mare.

 

[Meds]

He asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked at the mare.

"One of the forest's monsters wandered by with its pack," Private Blossom answers readily before she glances down at herself, appearing somewhat self-conscious about how she looks. "They were not too easy fight as they adapt to every attack but the Imperial Guard trains for situations like this." The mare holds her head higher as she speaks with uplift now in her voice. "Thank The Empress for that, the things are more dangerous than a tank." 


With a sigh that is as much relief as it is fatigue the mare points her hoof towards the city center where Sol can spy a huge pillar of Roaman architecture in wooden materials rising like a great pillar of community, its many supportive pillars together creating a show of dignity and skill in a simple appearance otherwise.


"Shall we head to the city hall to update your citizen status, sir?"


<Scene Change to Elemental Spire>


Something small boops Chroma's nose. Although she is clearly snuggled in her bed with The Darkness Without Form - the darkness appears to have cocooned itself around her like a careful blanket - she can feel a few tiny forms on the bead close to where her own head is. Then her nose is booped again by something very soft and quite smol, followed by a happy chirp.


There is a smell of something slightly burned in the room, but also the fragrance of squeezed oranges and toast all over that, with a hint of jam of some kind.

 

[Torzar]

<Scene Change to Elemental Spire>


Something small boops Chroma's nose. Although she is clearly snuggled in her bed with The Darkness Without Form - the darkness appears to have cocooned itself around her like a careful blanket - she can feel a few tiny forms on the bead close to where her own head is. Then her nose is booped again by something very soft and quite smol, followed by a happy chirp.


There is a smell of something slightly burned in the room, but also the fragrance of squeezed oranges and toast all over that, with a hint of jam of some kind.

The elemental mare hums and stretches her legs, using her senses to make sure nothing is in the way, before she slowly opens her eyes to look at the little culprit who booped her nose.


She nuzzles the little nymph and gives her a kiss, asking her what she brought mommy and daddy, telling the nymph that she can smell something nice and is quite curious to find out what it is.

 

[Meds]

She nuzzles the little nymph and gives her a kiss, asking her what she brought mommy and daddy, telling the nymph that she can smell something nice and is quite curious to find out what it is.

There is one of the hordes of nymphs that Chroma has witnessed. This little squeaker shares the traits of the necromancer and the elementalist, although the mare's traits are more prevalent: Chroma can see the color of her own eyes reflect in this tiny booping squeaker, who greets Chroma with several tiny kisses all across the mare's face before squeaking rapidly and gesturing at the table-of-sorts that looks clearly to be a large amalgamation of the four basic elements made to stand like a large table beside the bed.


On said table - the table being surrounded by several nymphs similar to the first one, as well as some with direct opposite designs - there is an extensive tray of fresh toast of which only a few are burned black and some charred modestly. Accompanying each toast slice is a thick fortress of jams all piled up and mixed together for obvious taste reasons. For drink there is a thick orange juice, with bright bubbles frothing in the thick semi-solid substance.


A happy wave of squeaks rises now that the Mommy is awakened and thus, the bed becomes swarmed by a small swarm of little nymph wishing a good morning to the sleepy pair via nuzzles, squeaks and attempted squirms into the cozy spots under the bedcovers. 

 

[Torzar]

The elemental mare is clearly amused by the little nymphs' antics and starts off by giving all the present nymphs a boop and a kiss.


She looks at the table and is quite impressed, complimenting the little nymphs on the design of the table and the food that is on it.


She takes two slices of toast and put some of the jam onto them before she returns to Bones to poke him with one of the slices.


'Good morning, sleepy head. Our little nymphs have made some breakfast and I have a feeling that they would like to hear your opinion on what they made as well.' she purrs, her tail swishing left and right.

 

[Meds]

'Good morning, sleepy head. Our little nymphs have made some breakfast and I have a feeling that they would like to hear your opinion on what they made as well.' she purrs, her tail swishing left and right.

The necromancer shifts slowly to his pallid white form before languidly stretching himself to better feel about the bed, assessing that yes, his beloved's mane holds the same sweet scent as yesterday as well as yes, there is a swarm of nymph in the bed with them currently wriggling about and climbing all over him since he is bigger and therefore afford bigger hugs...of sorts....


The nymphs are supremely happy about the boops and kisses both, but insist that the breakfast should be eaten right now because the little ones went through big trouble to make it and it is getting cold, although both adults can see a passive heat field on it which could keep it warm for more than a week without a nuance of loss in either scent, warmth or taste.


The necromancer himsel grumbles slightly, muttering something insensible in Gibberish while hiding his head in the crook of Chroma's neck: he is clearly not a morning person and now has a perfect excuse of snuggling the nymphs swarming their bed to stay under the covers.


'Smells delicious,' his voice whispers. 'Bring a plate over, would you dear? The little ones likely will have fun hunting any crumbs that fall over the egde.'

 

[Torzar]

The elemental mare rolls her eyes when she sees Bones being so lazy, but sets the pieces of toast on a plate and hovers one right in front of his face, asking him in a playfully mocking way: 'So, do I need to feed it to you as well or are you capable of doing that part yourself.'


She giggles amusedly and adds: 'Not that I would mind feeding you. It's not exactly a new concept to me.'


She then takes a bite out of her own piece of toast to calm the little squeaking nymphs down a little, since they seem to be so eager to see her eat it.

 

[Meds]

The elemental mare rolls her eyes when she sees Bones being so lazy, but sets the pieces of toast on a plate and hovers one right in front of his face, asking him in a playfully mocking way: 'So, do I need to feed it to you as well or are you capable of doing that part yourself.'


She giggles amusedly and adds: 'Not that I would mind feeding you. It's not exactly a new concept to me.'


She then takes a bite out of her own piece of toast to calm the little squeaking nymphs down a little, since they seem to be so eager to see her eat it.

The toast is a beachhead which has been invaded by an army of jams at least thirty kinds in variance and all of which have been lathered heavily on each slab. Chroma's senses easily pick up on lingering Art pieces which have been used to make the jam stay in place and form as well. The result is a cacophonus explosion of very unique tastes that are best summed as TASTE for good or ill. Eating it pleases the little nymphs a great deal, although one of them brings Mommy a very large looking letter in her mouth and halts right in front of Mommy. In the gentle presence of minds the mare can almost sense the little squeaker hopes for nuzzles for this kind of volunteering work.


The necromancer purrs happily at the idea upon hearing Chroma's suggestion at the same time. He then proceeds to playfully attempt to nom on her toast slice before kissing her jawline slowly as his shadow sneaks like a snake to try to acquire a  slice of toast for himself.


Yet he offers neither vocal nor mental answer, preferring clearly to nuzzle into the elemental mare's side and holds her thus, all the while sneaking himself some toast while maintaining utmost degree of body contact for maximized cuddles.

 

[Torzar]

The toast is a beachhead which has been invaded by an army of jams at least thirty kinds in variance and all of which have been lathered heavily on each slab. Chroma's senses easily pick up on lingering Art pieces which have been used to make the jam stay in place and form as well. The result is a cacophonus explosion of very unique tastes that are best summed as TASTE for good or ill. Eating it pleases the little nymphs a great deal, although one of them brings Mommy a very large looking letter in her mouth and halts right in front of Mommy. In the gentle presence of minds the mare can almost sense the little squeaker hopes for nuzzles for this kind of volunteering work.


The necromancer purrs happily at the idea upon hearing Chroma's suggestion at the same time. He then proceeds to playfully attempt to nom on her toast slice before kissing her jawline slowly as his shadow sneaks like a snake to try to acquire a  slice of toast for himself.


Yet he offers neither vocal nor mental answer, preferring clearly to nuzzle into the elemental mare's side and holds her thus, all the while sneaking himself some toast while maintaining utmost degree of body contact for maximized cuddles.

Chroma likes the taste, but thinks that the nymphs may have gone a little overboard with the amount of things they mixed. She tells them that it tastes good and praises them before she tells them that there are things that individually taste good, but don't taste that good when mixed together and also tells them that mixing too many things will make the tastes of the parts vanish. She illustrates what she is saying with a magical image of a nymph eating two things individually and liking it, but not liking it as much when the nymph mixes both of them.


She emphasizes once more that she is proud of the nymphs trying things and doing so well on their first try and that what she says is merely supposed to help them get even better.


The elemental mare then picks up the little squeaker with the letter and snuggles the nymph after giving her an extra kiss as she opens the letter to read it, holding it so that Bones can also read it at the same time...

 

[Meds]

She emphasizes once more that she is proud of the nymphs trying things and doing so well on their first try and that what she says is merely supposed to help them get even better.


The elemental mare then picks up the little squeaker with the letter and snuggles the nymph after giving her an extra kiss as she opens the letter to read it, holding it so that Bones can also read it at the same time...

The nymphs are at first sad that their breakfast is not that impressive but Chroma does calm them down and render them happy again with her feedback, so much so they happily join their parents in the bed and mostly snuggle therein to celebrate with sharing the comfy warmth under the covers.


The necromancer takes this invitation to rest his head beside hers while curling his hooves around her form, letting his free eye roll shut whist the other one reads with a lazy focus.


'What's this letter about?' his voice murmurs in a lazy inflection. 'My brain is still asleep...and yearns back there too.'

 

[Torzar]

The nymphs are at first sad that their breakfast is not that impressive but Chroma does calm them down and render them happy again with her feedback, so much so they happily join their parents in the bed and mostly snuggle therein to celebrate with sharing the comfy warmth under the covers.


The necromancer takes this invitation to rest his head beside hers while curling his hooves around her form, letting his free eye roll shut whist the other one reads with a lazy focus.


'What's this letter about?' his voice murmurs in a lazy inflection. 'My brain is still asleep...and yearns back there too.'

The grey mare tells the little nymphs that the breakfast was very impressive and takes a bite from a piec of toast, happily eating it. She gives all the nymphs a boop for being silly for thinking that it wasn't.


To the necromancer, she says: 'Well, it seems to be a letter from a planar shepherd who is asking for my help... apparently they want to meet me, since there are some interplanar troublemakers who need to be taken care of... They want to tell me the whole story when we meet by using an attached portal scroll.'


She then flips the letter around and sees the scroll in question.


'Hmmm, okay... I'll check this scroll over before I use it... wouldn't want to accidentally activate somekind of trap.' she further explains before looking at the spell's structure to determine if it is what the writer of the letter claims it to be.

 

[ZinkShecoat]

Knife slowly steps into Alice's room and sets a tray of toast, oatmeal, tea, and a newspaper by the bed. She looks around, checking to see if she needs to clean anything.

 

[JDeko]

Knife slowly steps into Alice's room and sets a tray of toast, oatmeal, tea, and a newspaper by the bed. She looks around, checking to see if she needs to clean anything.

Alice slowly extrudes herself from a blanket cocoon and sniffs at the food with bleary eyes like sky-blue mole peeking out of its den. 

 

[ZinkShecoat]

Alice slowly extrudes herself from a blanket cocoon and sniffs at the food with bleary eyes like sky-blue mole peeking out of its den. 

Knife turns and smiles down to the mare, bowing a bit. "Morning, Miss. It's the start of our full day together, so will you be needing anything more for breakfast, or do you need me to clean anything for you?" The hound slowly stands back up, paws down and held in front of her apron.

 

[Meds]

'Hmmm, okay... I'll check this scroll over before I use it... wouldn't want to accidentally activate somekind of trap.' she further explains before looking at the spell's structure to determine if it is what the writer of the letter claims it to be.

The bed is soon filled with the many chirps of nymphs eagerly and happily playing in the same bed that their parents are in. A particular favorite is their manes along with their tails, especially the necromancer's since his tail reacts subconsciously while the stallion himself clings snugly to Chroma and makes a sad noise if she even tries to wriggle away. He offers a mental shrug to her regaring the planar shepherd: they are reliable in guarding their respective attuned planes while trying to keep the Great Wheel's workings going without disrupting the larger scale motions. He trusts the letter to be honest, trusting the Spire to have verified the contents.


The letter itself is a short detail of its contents, all but pleading for the Mistress Of Elemental Spire to activate the spell to Dimension Gate her and what company she chooses to bring into a meeting area where the sender of the letter has surmised the culprits are located. A post script begs for help as the consequences this letter mentions are dire, and will grow far worse in magnitude if action is not taken as soon as possible.

 

[Torzar]

 'Well, I think in that case, it is my duty to respond to this call. I'd like to be seen as a positive figure within the planes who tries her best to help.' the grey mare explains to the necromancer and nuzzles his neck, 'It seems to be quite urgent, so I'd better leave right now, so I'm not late to help.'


'Do you wish to come along, love, or would you prefer to watch over the nymphs?' Chroma asks Bones, a bit lost in thought about what may await her on the other side of the portal, 'We could ask Benevolence to watch over the nymphs while we're gone. They might be a little upset if we're gone, but I think it's also good if they learn to be without us for a little bit.'

 

[JDeko]

Knife smiles, flexing what visible muscle she has in the bare arms. "It's an adventure in itself, really." She looks off into space, gently tracing a circle on the table. "You can do so much good for people, and you don't even need to move mountains to do it. You get to help people, sure in tiny ways, but it's worth it to see a satisfied smile on the faces of those served." The hound looks back at Alice, smiling once again at the mare. "And sometimes, the best part is just knowing they'll need help again, just to see the smile afterward." Knife leans back, sitting upright, paws in her lap. "Anything else, Madam?"

Alice looks around her room and notices the majority of her cosplays lying around the floor after her having had a bit of trouble deciding what to wear for her last podcast. "Clothes?" She manages to articulate, unsure.

 

[Meds]

 'Do you wish to come along, love, or would you prefer to watch over the nymphs?' Chroma asks Bones, a bit lost in thought about what may await her on the other side of the portal, 'We could ask Benevolence to watch over the nymphs while we're gone. They might be a little upset if we're gone, but I think it's also good if they learn to be without us for a little bit.'

'You go first, beloved,' murmurs the necromancer as he slowly nuzzles deeper into the mare's neck fur clearly not wanting to rise, yet he murmurs his voice into her mind while doing so, keeping a languid pace to his actions which reflect his word pacing. 'If you feel that one pony is better for this as the situation may require, then you are best for it. If you need reinforcements or feel like not going solo I'm available if you want me, or I can call up someone like Kimono if you two want to have Adventures of Lovely Ladies... Or anyone, really. You have options here. Imagine if the Milk Mother got your call for adventure and heroics.'


Then he looks away for a moment and snickers. 'And it seems our nymphs kidnapped their sister - in other words they consider her a sister and therefore brought her home in the hive for napping and then more cuddles.'


<Scene change To Benevolence>


In the home hive of the little nymphs who in fact abducted their newest little sister the golden nymph queen is currently located in one of the numerous low-gravity areas where nymphs like to play amid the many floating stalagmites that have become island in and of themselves via small growths. She was last seen with fourteen siblings who were in a circle with her showing her how they create a small sphere from their Art and boop it with their nose to create a small game of catch with several little balls to play with so everyone can play even in a larger ring.


The snickers and squeaks of the nymphs are many, especially since there is oftentimes a Caretaker, which means some manner of a psychic imprint made manifest via the love of the little squeakers. It looms like a shadow, always close or far depending on the mindset of the nymphs but it is not different from a walking, radiating, tender-hearted amalgamation of things difficult if not even impossible to define...and always ready to comfort or snuggle the little ones, with food services available on tap and by creation easily.


One sister boop Benevolence, squeaking happily at random.