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 :'''{{#var:475|Magister Twilight (475)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Twilight was trying to apprehend Maud, but killing her is just as good. There's no anger at Ness, or perhaps the situation keeps her from feeling such. All the animated furniture and walls suddenly snap back into place as if burned. And Twilight? That cold fury drains from her face and body as swiftly as it entered.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No... the Laughing Mare..." she whispers. Twilight actually takes a step back... but it's her younger self that bolsters her will. She doesn't have time to ask where Ness learned magic or what is going on, or anything else that is happening with the others.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the dark blades manages to get past her mystical barrier to lance into her shoulder, staggering her, and she clutches at the bleeding wound with a sudden alertness. "Tsh... not how I wanted to wear myself out. FEDERAL AGENT! I may need you to carry me back."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Twilight glances to her younger self with a sincere, apologetic tone. "I am very sorry you had to see this."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But she has something she can do. Her horn glows with a more sickly <span class=" fg_m bg_n ++ m">purple</span> light that's much darker than what she had before. The others will recognize the chill of the magic she is using... a type of necromancy, herself. She's reaching for the puppetress, trying to /push/ back with Finna's help and force her manifestation to break.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:470|Pinkie (470)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Laughing Mare's presence is enough to make the room colder than a tomb. Every breath hangs like a chill mist fogging the air, but the rapid flow of adrenaline and racing hearts should be enough to keep warm for just long enough to face the dark embodiment of shattered laughter.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Powerful she may be, there is an issue in her manifestation. A fact made evident as the fight launches into an all our brawl. With Mortimer in her face she LEERS as the 'morph, snapping those shark-like fangs at him with a cackling laugh before flames engulf her. <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Awah! Hot hot hot hot hot! I'm burning up! That's not funny, I don't like that a lot!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reels a hoof back, intending to brain him when light starts to fill the chamber. Younger Twilight's spells illuminate the Chamber of Prophets, stripping away shadows and presenting another problem. Pinkie has no means of teleportation anymore. And she's caught, blade scraping off Ness' vest, green eyes go wide as the butt of his gun comes down...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;CRACK.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a resounding porcelain-shatter, the white-pink mask eats the blow full force, blood spurting from the mouth-slat from a brutal hit to the nose. She reels as the mask splits in two, falling to pieces as it hits the floor and crumbles. There's a brief glimpse. A face that's too young. A girl in her early or mid twenties perhaps- nowhere close to the age that the Archmagister or the other known Element Bearers of the world are at- all in their thirties. And there was a reason for that mask. Her face is scarred, a horrible circular mark on her forehead where flesh and bone was shorn and scraped away.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But just like that she crumple, taken out of the fight completely as green eyes slide closed.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then comes the shriek. An angry roar from the dark god THING floating above as the puppeteer strings connecting her to the kiler clown disintigrate with the mask's crumbling. <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Oh that's just not fair! Why did you have to go and hit her there?!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However she doesn't have much time to lament the loss of her puppet as purple lightning lances forth, a holy ray of shocking energy striking the infernal thing from Elsewhere. It leaves the Laughing Mare open, screeching with violence and hate as rifle bolts pelt her ephemeral, barely corporeal body, thus trapped in the scathing light of the moon, blessed by Luna AND the spirit of water.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">A fool indeed! A fool indeed! Cursed fox, when I get my hooves on you I'm going to lock you forever in the smallest box!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But. That weakened manifestation cannot last, as the Archmagister lends her magical might to the situation, and try as the extradimensional beast may to remain tethered to the world, she realizes the futility of it. She is bested. She just can't remain, now, getting pushed forcibly back into the aether from whence she <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ ame.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;chr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Haaaa! Alright. Alright! You win this fight... But wasn't that just fun? Next time I'll be stronger! And it will be you all who are on the run...</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hollow promise for now as the room darkens once more, the chill presence shoved back onto the Astral Planes, leaving the Chamber of Prophets, and the mayhem behind.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:470|Pinkie (470)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Laughing Mare's presence is enough to make the room colder than a tomb. Every breath hangs like a chill mist fogging the air, but the rapid flow of adrenaline and racing hearts should be enough to keep warm for just long enough to face the dark embodiment of shattered laughter.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Powerful she may be, there is an issue in her manifestation. A fact made evident as the fight launches into an all our brawl. With Mortimer in her face she LEERS as the 'morph, snapping those shark-like fangs at him with a cackling laugh before flames engulf her. <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Awah! Hot hot hot hot hot! I'm burning up! That's not funny, I don't like that a lot!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reels a hoof back, intending to brain him when light starts to fill the chamber. Younger Twilight's spells illuminate the Chamber of Prophets, stripping away shadows and presenting another problem. Pinkie has no means of teleportation anymore. And she's caught, blade scraping off Ness' vest, green eyes go wide as the butt of his gun comes down...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;CRACK.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a resounding porcelain-shatter, the white-pink mask eats the blow full force, blood spurting from the mouth-slat from a brutal hit to the nose. She reels as the mask splits in two, falling to pieces as it hits the floor and crumbles. There's a brief glimpse. A face that's too young. A girl in her early or mid twenties perhaps- nowhere close to the age that the Archmagister or the other known Element Bearers of the world are at- all in their thirties. And there was a reason for that mask. Her face is scarred, a horrible circular mark on her forehead where flesh and bone was shorn and scraped away.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But just like that she crumple, taken out of the fight completely as green eyes slide closed.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then comes the shriek. An angry roar from the dark god THING floating above as the puppeteer strings connecting her to the kiler clown disintigrate with the mask's crumbling. <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Oh that's just not fair! Why did you have to go and hit her there?!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However she doesn't have much time to lament the loss of her puppet as purple lightning lances forth, a holy ray of shocking energy striking the infernal thing from Elsewhere. It leaves the Laughing Mare open, screeching with violence and hate as rifle bolts pelt her ephemeral, barely corporeal body, thus trapped in the scathing light of the moon, blessed by Luna AND the spirit of water.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">A fool indeed! A fool indeed! Cursed fox, when I get my hooves on you I'm going to lock you forever in the smallest box!</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But. That weakened manifestation cannot last, as the Archmagister lends her magical might to the situation, and try as the extradimensional beast may to remain tethered to the world, she realizes the futility of it. She is bested. She just can't remain, now, getting pushed forcibly back into the aether from whence she came.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ hm">Haaaa! Alright. Alright! You win this fight... But wasn't that just fun? Next time I'll be stronger! And it will be you all who are on the run...</span><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">~</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hollow promise for now as the room darkens once more, the chill presence shoved back onto the Astral Planes, leaving the Chamber of Prophets, and the mayhem behind.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mortimer braces himself for the hit, he's not gonna dodge that one- not if he wants to keep the metaphorical heat off the others. But then the younger Twilit saves his fiery butt! Yay! ...NO! "No no no GET BACK HERE!" He flings himself through the air as hard as he can, but just ends up crashing into a wall- and leaving a him-shaped dent in it to boot, before landing on the ground, and letting out a roar of frustration, one hind-leg kicking the back wall so hard that it leaves a /hole/. "DAMMIT, *NO!*" She wasn't supposed to ESCAPE. The temperature around him rises, so much that it is physically unsafe to actually be very close to him. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then he sees the Prophets and his rage finds a target to vent at. He sucks in a considerable amount of air and bellows out- and he can be /considerably/ loud- "YOU! CRANKY! TALK! NOW!" He starts walking toward the Prophets, steam floating out of his eyes, every labored breath one that brings small puffs of flames and smoke out of his mouth and nostrils.<br> <br>
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 :'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya looks as everything comes to an end for now their word is kept and she moves to shoulder her weapona t this point as there's no point in fighting any futher and in a way she seems rather tired. Twlight seems to be doing a little better so that's some good news at least.<br> <br>
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TeeG at 08:30, 20 January 2015

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