>>737784"Hmm-hmm." The old unicorn hardly appears to hear her. He pokes at the crystal again with his strange tool, then, sliding the prod into his pocket, reaches into KC with a perfunctory glance to make sure the automaton is copacetic. He places his hooves on either side of the gem, and with a bit of a wiggle, dislodges it from the crust. His dark violet TK envelops the gem, gently lifting it out of KC.
"Not a crystal pony, you say? Are you entirely certain? Fascinating," he croons, looking the crystal over. Half-looking where he is walking, he brings the large gem over to a strange metal vessel, placing it inside and closing the windowed door. The gem hovers within the strange compartment, light from some hidden machinery inside shining through and glittering off the facets.
The unicorn looks to Cit and KC again. "This is an interesting development. I'm not entirely certain how, but it's possible this crystal… your friend… holds some clue to how the Garden District has …changed." Something about the way he says the word 'changed' sounds off, in an ominous way.
His piercing gaze meets Cit, and his voice is suddenly harsh and demanding.
"Have you shown this to anyone else?"
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Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine," the janitor says, in a familiar and soothing voice. At the sound of his words, Reverb shrinks further into the corner.
The elevator hums and the sense of motion continues for a minute. A soft jolt of inertia briefly rocks the chamber, and the elevator's soft "
Ding" chimes.
Reverb, softly to herself, echoes the elevator sound. "
Ding," she states nervously.
The doors slide open. Through the aperture there is an inky, pervasive blackness, both expansive and somehow claustrophobic. The janitor offers a cheerful smile at the other two passengers, showing his rotted teeth, and steps off into the dark.
>>737786>>737789Em struggles to keep aloft with the burden of Gray, who has given up trying to get away and is clinging to her carapace in terror, staring wide-eyed at the dizzying drop beneath them. The alicorn gracefully descends, swooping down in a circling motion around the wide green canopy of the megastructure below.
Following the alicorn down, Em begins to lose her grip on her small passenger. Gray clings to her, his little hooves grasping at her pack desperately, losing purchase.
Gray: Grapple [1d10]
[roll again, you're almost there!]
>>737787>>737788Jasper begins to answer Falling. "The Garden District has been… well, we're not sure exactly what… but it's begun to change. Crystal growths like we've never seen…" He pauses when he notices the commotion across the bar. "Oh."
The minotaur, standing up, confronts the group of dogs. There are four of them, with the smallest in the back, little tough guy, obviously leading them. They say something to the big guy. He acts like he is going to get in their way when one of the two big dogs in front produces a long black prod in the flash of an eye, jamming it into the minotaur's side with an audible crackle. The minotaur crumples. The procession of thugs continues toward the group.
The one in the rear is sneering almost comically, eyes locked on Starfish as they saunter up to the bar.
"Shit," she murmurs. "I hate that mutt."
"Starfish," the little guy exclaims. "It's been too long!"
Roll #1 7 = 7