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PostSubject: Changeling In Perspective   Wed Dec 27, 2017 10:58 pm

"Face it Tea Leaf, there's nothing out here; the Princess just got a bug up her backside worrying about the griffons and sent us out here to get sand in our boots looking for imaginary spies." Razor Back growled from where she was sat in front of one of the larger dunes in the small valley amongst several sand dunes they had found in the Wastes; their tents were arranged in this small dip in the landscape in a rough triangle shape while Bronze Gasket sat pouring sand out of her boots outside one tent while Tea Leaf stood atop the nearest dune, scanning the horizon with a spyglass.

"Trust me I've got a kid at home, you think I don't want to be back by the fireplace sipping a nice soup right now?" Tea Leaf called down to her; the stallion had left his cape and suit jacket as well as his tie due to the sheer heat of the desert, though evidently that heat was not intense enough to make him even dream of appearing anything other than sharply dressed as the waistcoat, slacks and pressed shirt remained.

"Who made us the gophers anyway?!" Razor complained loudly, snarling as she put her boot back on only to find it still coated in sand on the inside. "FUCKING SAND!" Razor shouted loud enough to shake the dune and aimed a kick squarely at the base of the sand dune she was sat at.

Both Bronze and Tea Leaf looked around as Razor's foot connected with the dune with a muffled sort of thud and the thestral leapt back, hoping on one foot slightly and hissing in pain.

"What in the world?" Bronze inquired softly as she brushed past Razor, Tea Leaf sliding gracefully down the sand dune to join them. The tallest thestral brushed away several inches of sand with her metallic hand, uncovering a rough, solid surface as she did so.

"Well.... somehow I don't think we can call that sand." Tea Leaf remarked dryly, retreating to the tent to retrieve a shovel to help digging out the strange structure from the sand. After a short while of digging the trio stepped back to observe the grey door they had uncovered, a heavy steel frame housing an equally steel looking door with a large wheel set into it, almost like a hatch or a vault, along with strong looking flanges on each side of the door holding it shut.

"...so, let's meet the neighbors." Tea Leaf suggested cheerfully and rapped his knuckles smartly on the door despite Bronze's sharp glare. The trio waited a few moments before any of them spoke again.

"Welp, we tried polite." Razor said and before either Bronze or Tea Leaf could stop her she aimed a kick at the door. "OI! KNOCK KNOCK!" Razor shouted out as her boot connected with the door.

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Fri Dec 29, 2017 2:05 am

When Razor's boot connects with the door, the impact sound isn't very metallic, or metallic at all. There's the sound of crinkling, as if she's hit a sheet of tin foil, and then the hollow crunching of her boot breaking through the wood on the other side of the thin sheet of steel. She'd feel that it's oddly springy and as she withdraws her boot from having kicked through what appeared to be a solid steel panel, they could all see why: beneath the thin veneer of metal and equally thin veneer of wood is a tight weave of gleaming razor wire intended to lacerate someone who tried to punch their way through the panels of the door. Razor's boot prevented any kind of injury (although the razor-sharp strands weren't kind to its sole and sides) and the force behind the kick creates a hole, through which can be seen a bare concrete floor that is suspiciously free of dust and sand for a structure that's been buried under a dune. Beyond it, the edge of another door like the first can barely be seen. Despite punching through the panel of the first door, however, the door itself in unaffected, remaining barred by the pistons that the wheel in the center has locked into place.
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Fri Dec 29, 2017 2:23 am

"The hell?" Razor muttered, examining the damage to her boot before she dropped down to peer through the hole, her sensitive eyes able to pick up the interior well enough to see the second door. "Oi Tea Leaf, if this is your porn stash now would be a good time to know before I bust this door down." Razor called back to her friend before attempting to kick her boot through the main bulk of the door this time, falling back with a loud clang as her boot connected with the large wheel which resolutely stayed solid.

"I assure you Razor, if it was mine you wouldn't have found it by kicking up sand." Tea Leaf snarked at his friend as he knelt down, unfolding his spylgass again and peering inside. Beside him the tall Bronze stepped up, her chin resting on her metal fingers as she examined the door close up.

The tall thestral allowed Tea Leaf to struggle with the door for several minutes before she reached out with her organic hand and spun the large wheel in the center, dislodging a fair amount of sand onto the thief's head and letting the heavy door swing open. She gave an overly innocent sideways glance as the thief looked around to her somewhat reproachfully, dusting the sand off of his waistcoat and his hat most pointedly.

"You know it would've been cooler to just knock it down." Razor sulked slightly as they peered inside. The instant they were inside the small, concrete chamber beyond the door the thief knelt down and ran his fingers along the floor, bringing them to his muzzle to lick the two digits after he had evidently felt whatever he was looking for; in the doorway Razor Back tore a strip of rag into strips and wrapped it around the blade of one of her swords, borrowing Tea Leaf's lighter to ignite the strips of cloth and provide them an improvised torch.

"Huh... gotta be honest, I was kind of expecting cave drawings or something." She said, holding the sword-torch up to take a look at their surroundings.

"I thought this was a porn stash five minutes ago?"

"The cave ponies probably had porn too."

"Fair."

Bronze Gasket glanced down at Tea Leaf when he tasted the floor curiously. "Checking for cleaning solutions." He explained as he stood up, spitting slightly to clear the taste of the floor from his mouth. "This place looks far too clean to be a ruin..." Tea Leaf glanced around at his companions and, as one, they nodded.

"We've got you." Bronze promised as Razor drew her second sword from the scabbard on her back while Bronze produced a flintlock pistol. The thief drew his own flintlock as he advanced to the second door and knocked on it, taking several steps back once he had.

"If anyone is in here, please show yourselves. We come on the authority of Princess Celestia of Equestria in the name of peace and harmony; we have no intention of violence unless you give us reason to defend ourselves." He spoke loudly and with clear, decisive authority, his Trottingham accent sounding almost regal as it echoed off the walls, in an instant giving a clear indication of why he was the leader of their little band of misfits.

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sun Dec 31, 2017 9:39 am

When Tea Leaf sticks his spyglass through the hole that Razor's boot made, he can more clearly see that the interior is somewhat lit by a smoldering reddish light originating from the ceiling, although he can't tilt the spyglass far enough up to see what's generating the light. Despite the sand covering it, Bronze finds the wheel on the door to be so well-lubricated that it requires barely any effort at all to turn, and just as little effort to open, which it does nearly soundlessly. The moment they enter the structure, the heavy musty smell of soil mixes with the more prominent smell of citrus, smelling all the world like they've stepped into the middle of an orange grove. The interior is also pleasantly cool in stark contrast to the scorching heat of the dunes just on the other side of the door, and entering it is far too abrupt a change to be entirely natural. Sure enough, if any of them happen to look upwards, the smoldering reddish light Tea Leaf had seen shines from a running series of symbols--runes, likely--that go around the entire rim and are probably the source of the comfortable coolness that's being maintained even with the bunker exposed to the hot air outside of it. Just interior to the runescript is a continuous loop of bronze-tinged pipe with holes bored into it regularly and, based on the joint located right above the door, the pipe leads to somewhere beyond it.

Tea Leaf discovers that the floor is still very slightly moist from cleaning, and the cleaning solution tastes like soapy water into which several lemons have been squeezed based on how strongly the moisture tastes of the fruit. Whoever did the cleaning seems to have been quite thorough, to the point of obsessive compulsion, so if there was any signs of who was here before they discovered the structure, they've been fastidiously wiped away. One thing that the occupants couldn't wipe away, however, is that there are several metal flaps built into the wall and based on the downward circular indentations clearly visible in the slots the flaps conceal, tubes roughly the same diameter as Tea Leaf's spyglass had been set there so frequently that they had worn a groove into the adobe.

When Tea Leaf knocks on the door and announces himself, the immediate response is the very hollow, echoing sound of someone tapping on the pipe above their heads somewhere else and the sound traveling down the tube. "Ponies arriving in the name of Princess Celestia of Equestria," a youthful-sounding female voice says from the pipes above their head. "How utterly novel and unexpected. And they have firearms and swords and..." There was a pause and the very, very faint hint of another voice speaking lowly on the speaker's end. "...and mechanical prosthetics?" There was another long pause, the background murmur of conversation sounding a little heated. "Curiouser and curiouser. So, what do you want, ponies who come on the authority of Princess Celestia of Equestria?"
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Wed Jan 03, 2018 7:55 pm

Bronze squinted up at the ceiling once the taller thestral caught a glare of the glowing runes innthe corner of her eye, spreading her wings and propelling herself up to the ceiling, tracing one of the runes with her metal handbwhile Tea Leaf tasted the floor.

“Hmm... temperature control.” Bronxe muttered to herself before returning to the ground as Tea Leaf spat on the floor after his inspection. “Well unless there was an ancient wandering tribe of primal plumbers who put my warranties to shame, I think it’s safe to say that this is no abandoned ruin.” Bronze informed her colleagues.

“Well seeing as the floor has been cleaned lately, I think you might be right.” Tea Leaf nodded. “Besides, the ancient tribe of plumbers never lived in the Wastes.” Tea Leaf added in a deadpan voice.

The trio were distracted from replying to Tea Leaf’s snarking by the voice that echoed through the door; instantly, in s single blurred motion, Tea Leaf’s mask was on.

“We come to investigate claims of Changeling activity; Canterlot has been beseiged by changeling infiltrators and action must be taken.” Hoodwink looked sideways to Bronze with whom he shared a nod. “Why not make this more cordial?”

Hoodwink spun his pistol around his finger before holstering it in a seamless motion. Razor Back grumbled something that sounded distinctly like “bad idea” but she too sheathed her weapons.

“May we please speak eye to eye? We have no desire for violence but I am afraid we will have to report your presence; I would much prefer to be able to report that you are not a threat.” He told them assuringly.


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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Wed Jan 03, 2018 8:44 pm

"And I don't want to gun you down when you walk through the only door out of the bunker to try to report," the voice informs him cheerfully. "Which means we have a mutual don't-buck-each-other-up desire which as any well-educated diplomat will tell you--and tell you, and tell you, until you want to put their head through a wall--is an outstanding way to open up a dialogue."

They can hear conversation taking place again, this time with a voice that sounds like the speaker has a mild lisp joining the previous two although the exact words are too soft and echoing to properly make out. "So, face to face. I have to admit, sounds like a great idea. Sounds like such a great idea that I might even be willing to take my mask off, just to be a pal. Would really advance this little diplomatic shindig we might possibly be kicking off if everyone involved puts the masks off to a side. In the interest of everyone seeing everyone else's face, you understand."

The person speaking to them seems to see no need to actually hear agreement, however, because they can immediately hear the squeak-squeak-squeak of someone turning the locking wheel on the other side of the door in front of them and the door swings ponderously forward, the immediately visible thickness of the wall hinting that unlike the first one, this door is heavily armored. Whoever actually opened the door is not visible, concealed behind it as it swings inwards, but the person who is visible would strike Razor and Tea Leaf as vaguely familiar.

She's lanky, violet mane occasionally broken up with a streak of orange in a casually-tosseled pixie cut, with merry violet eyes and just barely taller than Tea Leaf although she's visibly young enough that she's probably not finished growing yet--either upwards or in maturity. She wears the loose trousers and light well-breathed cloth of a desert uniform, with the rank pips of a major on her right shoulder, a brace of flintlocks at her right hip and a cavalry saber at her left. She's grinning a little smugly, displaying a pair of slightly elongated incisors, and she has her arms crossed under the light bulge of her breasts.

Also, with her visibly chitinous covering, she's quite obviously a changeling. As are the half-dozen uniformed soldiers behind her, muskets held ready and hammers cocked back, not quite threatening but visibly ready to be leveled if a good enough excuse is given.

"So!" She says brightly, the buzzing vibrato undertone of a changeling voice just barely noticeable under a voice that sounds eerily similar to Scootaloo of the self-named Cutie Mark Crusaders (who she also vaguely resembles). "Whatcha say we talk about those infiltrators, mmm?"
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Thu Jan 04, 2018 1:46 am

Hoodwink immediately held his hand out to the side when he saw the uniformed soldiers, silently commanding Razor to stand down without even needing to look at the soldier thestral who had indeed reached back for her swords the instant she saw their armed visitors; while he didn't doubt that Razor could easily take on a dozen opponents, they had no way of knowing how many could be lurking inside or if they would be able to escape if the bunker sealed in on them once violence broke out.

The plague doctor's mask obscured the thief's face from view, in fact it obscured just about all of him in a thin veil of shadow, a black silhouette standing within the chamber. The reaction from Razor Back and Bronze however was rather less disguised than Tea Leaf's own shock, as Bronze took several steps backwards while Razor swore so loudly it echoed off the walls of the chamber.

"Fuck me sideways." Razor declared as she looked at the forces before them. "You would lead us into a trap wouldn't you?" She directed at Hoodwink, who still hadn't moved. The silhouetted thief may as well have been a statue for several moments before his voice finally rang out again, still without any movement.

"...something tells me this entire situation has become far more tangled and confused than we anticipated." He said calmly, stepping forward towards the changeling and removing his mask as he went, the shadows detaching and fading away as the mask came off in his hands. "Very courteous of you to greet us with an armed guard, we're flattered." He assured her sarcastically as he attached the mask to his belt.

"Look, I'm not gonna pretend anything about today has gone the way I thought it would." Bronze said, taking steps forward again, Razor Back quickly making her presence known at Tea Leaf's side, her fists clenched. "But we have had changelings crawling all over Griffhalla and Canterlot recently launching savage attacks on civillians. Please, feel free to explain why we should listen to wha-"

Tea Leaf held up a hand again, staring into the eyes of the changeling leader. She looked so much like the young filly from Ponyville, he had to wonder if this could be coincidence; he had learned in his travels that when it came to the Changelings, coincidence was rare.

"I feel that we need to see your leaders." Tea Leaf decided, keeping a composed expression as he fiddled with his belt.

"What do you think-"

Tea Leaf ignored Razor Back's objection as he unclipped his holster and offered it out to the Changeling. "A gesture of trust. Please don't mistake it for weakness; if we believe anything is happening here which threatens the kingdom, then I assure you... it will end." Tea Leaf spoke evenly, as though he was just making a business offer, but the threat was unmistakable.

"You could've saved the threats for later..." Bronze hissed nervously, still looking at the loaded muskets apprehensively, the fingers on her flesh and blood hand twitching nervously.

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Thu Jan 04, 2018 4:47 am

The changeling's merry eyes go flat at Tea Leaf's sarcasm and the smug, almost playful expression, freezes in place, going instantly from sincerity to a mask, and then going away entirely. When he unclips his holster, she unclips the belt holding her saber and brace of pistols, and steps forward to exchange their weapons, then takes a step back away from him. "You're real lucky that inspections aren't for another four days, sir," she says to him, the casualness gone from her tone and a certain touch of the precise dictation common among children of nobility replaces it. "One of the leaders you feel you need to see isn't a cheerful major with an an attitude problem, but someone who really doesn't like Equestrians kicking a hole in her door then giving her lip when she brings soldiers to a meeting with armed trespassers."

She makes a circling gesture with the hand not holding Tea Leaf's holster, and the changelings behind her release their hammers and lower their muskets. "My boss' approach would be to seal the first door behind you and let thirst, hunger, and heatstroke remove her problem, then express very sincere regrets to whomever came seeking you." A very light touch of the smug merriment creeps back into her face. "So, how about we put the rulers away and discuss the infiltrators you mentioned? With your very fetching companions being very, very polite while that conversation happens, keeping in mind that neither of them are faster than thought."

She fixes a pleasant mask in place. "I think a good start to that conversation will be what we can call one another. I am Major Belladonna du Luc. I rather prefer Bella, although you may use 'Major' if you feel formal. 'Bell' is for a couple friends I have, neither of whom are here right now. I will lay you out like a sack of apples if you call me 'Donna'." She gestures towards him in a 'your turn' gesture.
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Thu Jan 04, 2018 6:26 am

"For what it's worth, I didn't exactly expect the door to be built like a piece of rusted crap." Razor piped up at the remark about the hole in the door, not even seeming to notice when Bronze stamped hard on her foot in a futile attempt to make Razor be quiet. "What? You could've made a more sturdy door out of the scrap you throw out."

"Razor, please don't make me hit you." Bronze hissed as Tea Leaf heard the changeling out; the stallion simply accepted the weapon exchange and stood still, his blue eyes observing the changeling as she spoke to him and attempted to lay down the law to him. A half-smile came across his features when she invited him to take his turn, almost challenging her but when he finally spoke he kept his polite tone, even sweeping his hat off and giving her a polite bow.

"As you insist, Ms Bell." Tea Leaf assured her with a grin before he straightened up again, flipping his hat back onto his head. "It is a rather simple case, open and shut some would call it really." He said, pacing in circles around her now as a form of habit. "We have had many, many issues with the changelings over the years that we have found ourselves in Celestia's service... rather like that one cat that simply will not realise that your home is not their home in a way." He remarked, continuing his circular pacing as if he owned the place.

"Lately we have had several signs of attacks by changeling infiltrators. Them being among us is nothing new; as of this moment we do not have a way to successfully detect changelings in ways that do not involve interrogation or catching them in the act." He stopped pacing to stand in front of her again. "So you can understand our curiosity and why we were sent here when we heard signs of changeling activity."

Bronze nodded and stepped up to speak too, not wanting to seem passive here. "It didn't make a lick of sense; if they had agents so successfully hidden among us why would they suddenly start attacking ponies out of the blue? There was no high profile targets, no pattern... as far as we could tell, these changelings simply went feral." Bronze informed them.

"And they weren't exactly the brightest either." Razor chipped in. "I know changelings, hell I've fought enough of them; they're sneaky, underhanded little bastards in a fight. These things were like attack dogs, they didn't even try and use strategy."

Tea Leaf nodded to confirm his companions' testimony and looked Belladonna in the eyes. "Despite initial impressions, we aren't blind; you haven't shot us on sight and you certainly don't look like mindless, feral beasts to me. What that says to me." He began, tipping his hat down lower as he rested his chin in one hand, thinking. "Is that this bunker, base, hive, whatever you have here, is not connected to Queen Chrysalis at all."

"Can't be." Bronze shook her head. "Chrysalis is the Queen, how can this place have nothing to do with her."

"Ponies can have rogues." Razor reminded Bronze, nodding rather significantly at herself and Tea Leaf. "Rebels, criminals, traitors... only makes sense a changeling kingdom could have 'em too."

Tea Leaf turned back to Belladonna. "I'm sure our speculation is full of holes; I feel like it would be more prudent if we were to meet your leadership, whoever they might be, so that we might both look at the events that brought us here with more clarity, lest we start a conflict that neither of us wants nor can afford."

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Thu Jan 04, 2018 7:23 am

Belladonna's expression flashes momentary amusement at Tea Leaf calling her 'Bell' but she shows no other reaction to the fairly straightforward attempt to irritate her. "And of course razor wire is a common filler when you're making a steel door and want it to stay in one piece, right?" She grins at Razor, the good humor she'd shown initially rapidly coming back, before she adopts an expression of attentive interest and turns her entire body in place to follow Tea Leaf as he walks circles around her, her body language completely unconcerned about turning her back to Razor and Bronze as she keeps her face towards Tea Leaf.

This posture of turning herself to directly face whoever was speaking carries through when Bronze and then Razor take up the explanation, and she eventually ends the sequence by facing Tea Leaf, her expression not budging even slightly as the three paint a picture of changelings gone feral, attacking ponies, even when Razor referred to them as 'sneaky underhanded little bastards," keeping the mask in place the entire time without interruption, although when Tea Leaf looks her directly in the eyes, he can see that several points of the entire tale are somehow funny to her. When they finally finish, she give Tea Leaf a nod, pauses, and then nods a few more times as if the motion is helping her process what she just heard.

"I'm just a major so I can't speak for anyone of a higher rank, or any particular leader," she finally says. "But some pertinent points that I think it won't too deeply offend those leaders if I put to you before we move on to why you're not going to meet any of those leaders soon. It's not out of me not willing to kick the can up the shitpile, but practical reasons that I'll get to.

"First off, miss attack batpony, you've fought sneaky, underhanded little bastard changelings who took to The Great Paint Explosion like fawning admirers. I like beating a pony's plot myself, bucktons more fun and a great way to blow off steam, but my family tells me I'm a scandalously unrefined little hellion. The boss thinks that's funny, so I keep doing it. And mouthing off to them, which is usually how I end up in a ten-pony pile of hitting." Her expression is briefly nostalgic. "Good times, good times."

"Second off, miss prosthetic arm..." She pauses. "Actually, I'm going to put a pin in that and say, that's some incredibly detailed and sophisticated prosthetic work you have. Nurse Ratchet would fall in love with that thing, and possibly you, at first sight. So, taking the pin back out, Chrysalis das Pupalaa is our queen and she's the absolutely greatest. Mixes with the common pony, smiles a lot, has a great family, all the sorts of things any pony would want in their queen. Salt of the earth type, I'm sure you're familiar since you can walk up to a couple of them sitting on those thrones in Canterlot and get the same."

"Third off, mister dashing stallion, if any of Walking Picture Show's minions ever went off the reservation as badly as you say, Old Tats-For-Birthday-Suit would snap their necks herself. She's not real big on thugs and doesn't have time for spies that can't act like professionals. Something smells about this entire setup, which is why I'm really keen to kick this entire sack of pony pies up the shitpile for someone else to deal with.

"And that, kids, brings us to the reason why it's not going to happen soon." She turns and points in the vague direction of the east. "If you go that way a few hundred miles, you find the leaders. You can't go that way for a few hundred miles without a caravan that can carry all the food and water and supplies you could even imagine needing across a sea of waterless dunes where the local apex predator gets awfully offended about anyone wandering through their territory. They're copacetic about the outpost chain that lets me leapfrog messages hundreds of miles east, but their tolerance for travelers starts with 'kill and eat' and gets less friendly from there. So ya gotta go over, or ya gotta go under, or ya gotta get lucky and run into Princess Bookbug and suffer her creepy levels of excitement about having a test subject for her pet project. Problem with under is that it's a bucking long walk, and problem with over is that it's not showing up for about four days."

She gives the three a bow. "And so, there ya go, the straight shot about the entire situation."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 06, 2018 5:28 am

Tea Leaf followed Belladonna's progress as she talked, it was practically visible on his features that the stallion was taking mental note of everything she said and probably forming an opinion about each part of it. His companions faces were much easier to read however, as Razor Back seemed to be increasingly distrustful with every word she heard, clearly hearing contradictions to what she knew and having none of it, while Bronze Gasket simply had her chin resting in her metal hand, a ponderous expression on her face.

"Old tats for birthday suit?" Tea Leaf visibly mouthed to himself before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right... I think I can speak for my companions when I say that a lot of that runs... very contrary to what we know and were informed of."

"You're full of shit, basically." Razor informed her in what she probably thought was a helpful manner.

"Yes, that's definitely the most eluquent way you could've summed that up." Bronze remarked dryly from beside Razor Back as the three of them listened to what Belladonna had to say, visibly troubled at the knowledge of just how far out of reach their answers might be; travelling out to this point of the Wastes had been simple enough but they were not equipped for a several hundred mile trek across the hostile terrain.

Tea Leaf turned back to Belladonna. "Four days you say to go over." The stallion glanced around at the chamber around them. "Well it seems to me that this location is very secure... probably has plenty of room past the door there... we don't take up much room..."

"This ain't no time to be shopping the market for roommates." Razor growled but Tea Leaf ignored her.

"Ms Belladonna." He said, sweeping his hat off and bowing to her again. "In the interests of resolving our intent to meet your leadership, and in the interests of ensuring that both we and yourselves can benefit from it, we would like to humbly request your assistance in letting us stay here for the four day waiting period ahead of us."

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 06, 2018 6:15 am

"Well, of course I'm full of shit; I've gotten all backed up from the sphincter-clenching experience of Equestrian showing up out of bucking nowhere at the observation post I was hanging out at." Belladonna gave Razor the cheekiest grin she can. "Now, on the proposition of you sticking around for four days, that's not exactly up to me. Beyond the door here is space we sorta borrow on a permanent basis from the reason I'm not all that worried about you, or your veiled threats, despite the sphincter-clenching experience of you showing up." She turns around and walks over to the door, knocking on the frame three times. "Hey Mara, have you been listening to all of this?"

From above the frame, the head and shoulders of what looks like an ordinary earth pony mare pops into view, enough of her showing that they can tell that, even with gravity making her mane hang down passed her head, it's very fashionably-coiffed and she wearing a nice blouse over a plain white shirt with neither garments following her hair down, and both looking like she's been spending a lot of time in very nice clothing shops. Her coat is grey with streaks in it that look all the world like the irregularities in piece of granite, her mane is a deep red-brown with a few visible streaks of sandy brown, and her eyes are a brilliant blue sapphire with reptilian slit pupils. She beams, showing perfectly ordinary pony teeth alongside actual fangs.

"But of course I have, darling!" She declares, her accent genuinely high-society and her voice rich with a somewhat low timbre to it. "And oh my, they are some truly fetching specimens of Equestrian pony, don't you find?"

Bella sighs, although there is a very light touch of fondness to it. "Yes, I suppose I do, we can discuss it later."

"Oh Belladonna dear, always so rushed, never taking the time to appreciate the aesthetics," Mara chides her pleasantly. "But never mind that! I do believe you mean to ask me if I'd accommodate some guests."

"Well, technically, they're the ones..."

"Splendid!" Mara throws her hands up (or in this case, down) in an expression of delight. "I can put them up in the south wing in some delightsome little rooms--modern amenities with classic old-world charm, darlings, don't you fret--Mother put together last year. Serve them a nice bracing brunch..."

"...afternoon, Mara..."

"...yes, thank you dear, a nice bracing spot of tea and perhaps a touch of supper." She looks contemplative suddenly and taps her chin with a visibly-manicured finger. "This is where Mother put one of the cellars, I do believe."

"Yes, the ninth century one."

Mara lights up again. "What an unexpected delight! I've always been fond of the 822. Wonderful body, just a touch of nutmeg, and fortunately not one of those garish dessert wines that were so popular among the fashionable." She looks at the three Equestrians. "I don't suppose any of you are wine connoisseurs, by chance? I try to engage Belladonna here but she's such a scandalously unrefined bundle of energy and trouble that it's entirely fruitless."

"Straight whiskey is, like, an order of magnitude better."

Mara looks at her with an expression of abject horror. "You, my dear, are the very worst hoi polloi ruffian," she sniffs. "No appreciation for the finer things at all." She looks towards the Equestrians again. "I think you shall certainly be an improvement over Lady du Luc..."

"...not a lady..."

"...so you are, of course, welcome in my home," Mara finishes, ignoring the comment. "Have you any baggage or things you need from your tents? I'm sure that even a gauche thing like Belladonna can manage luggage, can't you dear?"

Belladonna rolls her eyes. "I'll get some of the boys and pack them in." She disappears beyond the door, whereupon Mara beams at them and begins turning sideways in the door frame until she's upright and comes through the door. Except that where the hips and legs would be on an ordinary pony, there are snake coils with scales looking like they're carved from rock instead of natural snake scales. Seemingly unconscious of what effect this may have on the three, Mara slithers up to Tea Leaf and extends a hand to him. "Mara Belle, delighted to make your acquaintance, sir, and offer you lodgings."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Tue Jan 09, 2018 9:50 am

"Hey, this one's got a mouth underneath the stick up her ass... I like her." Razor muttered to Tea Leaf quietly as Belladonna went on. "Whaddya mean borrow, you're changelings; you just come in and take land that no one's using and start making a hi-" Razor stopped talking as Mara appeared, tilting her head almost upside down as if trying to look at her properly. "Okay, that's a fair way to make an entrance I suppose."

"There must be more tunnels built into the structure than just the ones visible to us at a glance." Bronze proposed before seemingly being taken off guard by the offer of supper. "Well I.. it would be appreciated certainly. I don't suppose it would be overly rude to ask if you have meat? The changelings we know certainly don't... well, shy away from carnivorous behavior-"

"You mean they eat anything that sits still long enough." Razor added bluntly.

"Well... yes, that." Bronze admitted sheepishly. "Although I think we've established have we not that there is something amiss here, something that- ALRIGHT THEN THAT'S DIFFERENT!" Bronze looked back to Mara and jumped so much her feet actually left the floor, while Razor Back swore loudly in surprise.

Unique among them was Tea Leaf, who merely raised his eyebrows as a show of surprise; evidently he at least had encountered a pony of her mind before in some capacity. "The pleasure is mine madame, I assure you." He smiled at her, bending down to kiss her hand after he had shook it and sinking into another low bow afterwards. "I promise we won't be a burden, will we?" He directed at his two companions, who had recovered from there momentary shock.

"Of course not." Bronze said cheerfully, offering out her metallic hand. "Bronze Gasket, Ms Belle, I would be delighted to help out around here if it would make our stay less of a burden, I noticed the pipe system you have up there, if you'd like I could take a look and see if there is any improvements I can make or maintenance to be done? Least we can do."

"Yeah, thanks." Razor nodded, not offering out her own hand but simply nodding her head instead, her hands now in her pockets. "So you guys don't want us to sleep in cocoons right?"

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Tue Jan 09, 2018 1:13 pm

The snake-pony takes no apparent notice of Bronze and Razor's surprise at her appearance. "I suppose your mileage may vary, miss Gasket," Mara Belle says, taking the thestral's hand with a smile as she scoots deftly aside for Belladonna and several other uniformed changelings (none, Tea Leaf and the other two would note, having the extremely jagged horn they'd seen on the more feral changelings they'd encountered) trooping passed her and disappearing out the door towards their tents and camp. "I have several prime fillets of skate and wrasse--I strongly recommend the yellowtail--but this far from the capital, the only red meats are in the form of stock. Delicious flavor, mind you, excellent for soups, but moving goat and lamb meat such a distance by air is... well, let us say that the results are only good for making stock and leave it there. That dear Tettidora trying to devise a magical means..." She sighs and shakes her head. "I felt so bad for her. She was so certain that the spell was stable enough and she looked so desperately heartbroken when she found that the meats had somehow been turned into salt by the process." She smiles a bit. "Not that a hundred pounds of very good rock salt wasn't appreciated, but it sort of put a... kibosh, you might say, on any further experiments."

They go beyond the door and they find themselves in a broad, pleasantly cool tunnel with a very high ceiling that appears to be created of brickwork. Only be looking very closely at it would they be able to tell that the brickwork pattern has been fastidiously carved into rock instead of being composed of actual bricks. Low, reddish flames that burn with a magical steadiness line the tunnel, bright enough to see but clearly meant for ponies--presumably the changelings and Mara--who have no difficulties with the dimmer light. "The pipes don't carry anything but sound, Miss Gasket," she says as she leads them along  the structure. "I haven't made any study of their characteristics so you shall have to consult with the regimental engineers attached to Lady du Luc's detachment as to how you might help with their maintenance. I dare say they'll appreciate another engineer's perspective on the matter, as long experience has taught me that nothing is so perfect that it cannot be made better."

Mara stops and looks back at Razor with a genuinely perplexed expression. "Cocoons, darling?" She repeats. "I... try to keep up on the latest fashions but I admit, sleeping in bedding that has been arranged like an insect's cocoon is a trend that had entirely escaped me." She thinks about this, tapping her chin. "But if that's your preference, I could break out some of the spare linens and ask Lady du Luc if I could borrow some of her high-tensile twine to arrange it for you. I do try to be as hospitable as possible for guests, however... unusual their proclivities." She gives Razor a cheerful smile, sounding completely serious about the offer, before she turns back to leading them along. "Now, the south wing is a little dusty--the north wing is usually enough to accommodate even very large detachments when Thryssa is having an especially paranoid week--but I make an effort to turn out the bedding every week and the soldiers are always very willing to do a few chores as a gesture of gratitude for their accommodations."

Mara makes a soft hissing whistle sound and two of the nearest red flames turn to a blue spectrum and brighten gradually, slowly enough that it doesn't blind any of them, to reveal a set of red marble doors that have been carved with very exactly-detailed bas reliefs of the palace at Canterlot on one door and the ruins of the castle in the Everfree Forest on the other. Both carvings have been inlaid with gold and silver to artfully emphasize architectural features like doors and windows, and are framed with beautiful flowing scrollwork. Mara takes a hold of the large brushed bronze handles on the two doors and pulls them open with a smoothness that suggests that the doors have some kind of mechanical fixtures that make moving them very easy despite being extremely heavy. As the doors open, delicately-fluted lamps are kindled up and down a long hall, of a glassy black stone that's been shined to the point of being very reflective, lined with paintings that are a mix of watercolor and oil landscapes, and portraits of various ponies. There are ones that would be fairly easy to recognize--at least two of Starswirl the Bearded, one a very fanciful depiction of Celestia and Luna's battle with Sombra, and one that looks fairly new showing the six ponies that bore the Elements of Harmony rendered in very flattering detail--but most are of various changelings in garb and accouterments that indicate that they're nobility or royalty.

The portrait nearest the light-colored wooden door that Mara leads them to first is of a slim changeling mare wearing the robes of royalty and a delicate-looking tiara made of silver atop her head, an elegantly-spiraling horn protruding just in front of the ornament. Her deep turquoise mane is worn long, nearly to her waist, and liberally streaked with amethyst, and her expression is exceedingly gentle-looking with a small, shy smile on her face. The aged frame and the fading of the paint indicate the portrait as being fairly old, seemingly older than any of the other paintings in the hallway, and Mara spares it a glance and a smile before she opens the door to reveal a spacious room with a generously-sized bed in it and decorated with fine furnishings and plenty of dressers and closets to store things in. "All of the rooms are identical," Mara says. "and all are open. There is a bolt for each if you desire privacy and bathing facilities in the room off to the left." She points at a simpler door towards the back. "Miss, if you indicate which room you'd prefer, I'll try to make as best an imitation of a cocoon for you as I can." She turns herself entirely around and smiles at the three. "Lady du Luc will be along shortly with your tenting and other elements of your camp if you'd like to supervise how they're stored and then we can see to feeding you."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:26 am

"Considering the heat out there I'm not terribly surprised." Bronze acknowledged regarding the transportation of meats; the thestral seemed to be by far the most grateful to be in a more controlled temperature out of their group, the scorching heats of the desert did very little to agree with someone who had spent most of their life living up a mountain where even their answer to Summer frequently saw near freezing temperatures. "Either way, lead on... I certainly won't look a gift horse in the mouth." She admitted, once again getting some strange looks from her companions that she would use that old griffon saying despite being an equine herself.

Tea Leaf paused as he passed Belladonna and the soldiers. The thief was a pleasant sort, manners and all, so it wasn't as if he simply stopped and openly gawked at them but they didn't need to be terribly observant to know that he was once again cataloguing them, noting any differences from what he knew of changelings into a mental notepad and tucking it away for later. This well-dressed, charismatic stallion was not hostile but Belladonna at least could probably tell merely from the way he took everything in, how his eyes continually darted around and how his every move seemed to be calculated instantly before he made it, that this was a stallion whom it would be wise to keep an eye on.

Tea Leaf walked into Razor with a thud as the thestral stopped and looked confused at Mara's rambling about cocoons. "...are you fucking with my head?" The thestral asked simply, looking rather non-plussed until Tea Leaf gave her a shove and she remembered they were meant to be following; Tea Leaf marched ahead, walking alongside Mara now.

"Thyrssa? May I be so bold as to assume she is in charge around here? Or at least holds a position of authority." Tea Leaf inquired as they continued walking. Razor Back moved right up next to Tea Leaf, behind him by one step between the two of them, clearly not trusting enough to leave Tea Leaf within arms reach of a changeling without being there herself.

"This technology is fascinating..." Bronze commented, looking at the torches on the wall and more pipes as they carried on. "I mean primitive yes but the designs, the functionality... it doesn't seem to have been derived from any design I've seen, no derivatives or inspirations..." The thestral pondered more to herself; she gave polite nods to any changelings they passed while Tea Leaf tipped his hat to them, Razor simply kept her eyes fixed firmly ahead and refused to meet their gaze.

"You tell her if I see one scuff on my jacket she's gonna be sorry she put hands on it." Razor told Mara when they were told their tents would be brought in. "And no the cocoon isn't for me!" She called out. "Crazy old bug lady... snake lady... whatever."

Off to the side, Tea Leaf and Bronze lingered in the corridor while Razor examined the room, more of a military inspection than simply taking a look around casually; her suspicions were no secret at this point, although Bronze and Tea Leaf's own doubts were kept more under wraps they were still apparent.

"Nevermind that, look at this." Tea Leaf pulled Bronze over to the portrait depicting the Elements of Harmony, while Bronze examined the Starswirl paintings. "What do you reckon? Recent recreations?"

"Nah." Bronze shook her head. "There's a fair bit of age variance going on here. They've all been well looked after but some of these are decades apart in creation, maybe centuries."

"I suppose we can rule out a prank by Celestia then." Tea Leaf decided. "I somehow don't think even she would be THAT dedicated to a prank to have paintings made decades in advance of our arrival. Specially considering she didn't know we existed a while ago."

"Didn't know you two existed perhaps." Bronze pointed out snarkily. "Not all of us chose to make our living off the grid."

"And which of us was it that admitted they were bored when we met?"

"Touche."

Razor Back however had ignored her companions entirely until Mara had finished talking, moving back over to them and speaking in a huddle. "So are we gonna talk about the fact we're being treated like hotel guests by a pack of soul sucking demons?" She asked in a deadpan fashion, staring back towards the painting of the slim changeling mare. "Tell me I'm not the only one who thought that looked sodding familiar?"

"No... no you aren't." Tea Leaf nodded grimly. "For now there's no sense causing undue conflict, especially when we are in the lion's den so to speak. But needless to say, we'd be foolish to let our guards down." The three of them shared a nod before they returned to Mara.

"You have our sincerest gratitude." Tea Leaf told her, sweeping his hat from his head and bowing low to her as Razor simply walked past without a word to take her room. "If it pleases you we would like to join you for dinner later; our arrival was... well, not the most graceful and of course there's the matter of the damage to the door."

"I can fix that by the way." Bronze chipped in. "It'll only take me a few minutes."

"Yes." Tea Leaf acknowledged. "As we say though, we would dine with our gracious hosts if it pleases you, lest we get off on the wrong foot. We have much to learn from each other, I believe, and it would be best I think if we didn't treat each other like ticking time bombs and more as potential friends."

Tea Leaf frowned as a loud, skeptical snort came from Razor's room. "Despite some of our misgivings." He added with a slight glare in Razor's direction.

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:19 am

"Thryssa is in charge everywhere," Mara tells him. "Marshall of the Guard, essentially the head of the whole and entire of the military, and the heir to the throne." Her expression, which had previously seemed locked on 'pleasantly cheerful' slips momentarily into pensive. "A throne that she would not... fit as well as her mother." She brightens again. "But that is something to be concerned about many decades down the road."

Mara sits patiently by the door, watching with that vaguely pleasant and cheerful expression on her face as they make observations about the paintings and go into a brief huddle to discuss matters as they stand. Her expression brightens again when Bronze comes over and offers to fix the door. "That is a marvelous notion, Miss Gasket, and will surely put you in good credit with Thryssa." The last part of it she says with a very, very slight emphasis and the barest flicker of a pointed look, as if making what is a very minor repair is more important than it should reasonably be.

She nods several times and actually bows to Tea Leaf as he speaks of dining with their hosts, smiling to him as she does. At the low point of her bow, however, she pauses without her expression altering even slightly. "I appreciate your stated intent to act as good guestss, Tea Leaf," she says lowly to him, with a distinct serpentine lisp. "But lesst you be tempted to do otherwise, in case you feel a need to cause undue conflict, this is my home. I can hear. I can ssee. And at all times, I am wherever I wish to be." She straightens, that warmly pleasant expression never leaving her face as she looks between them. "I'll get to preparing dinner, then, with the assistance of Lady du Luc. I shouldn't be more than an hour." She then turns around and slithers towards the wall opposite them... and slips directly into the stone, like a swimmer entering water, the solid material parting around her form as she enters and closing up without a single visible defect in the wake of her disappearance.

It's barely a couple seconds later that Belladonna and the changeling soldiers appear, lugging most of the tentage and components of their camp, some of it being carried in arms or across backs, much of it floating along above them, suspended in the air by their individual horn magic. Razor might be gratified to see that her jacket is being carried apart from the rest of the baggage, looking completely unscuffed and undamaged by the transit. "So, who gets what and where does it go?" Belladonna asked them. "We'll do another trip to grab the rest. We brought it as far as the entrance so it's not gonna get buried or anything while we stow yer stuff."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 13, 2018 7:13 am

Tea Leaf didn't fail to notice the shifts in tone whenever the name Thryssa was mentioned, the stallion's expression remaining in it's effortlessly charming smile even while his mind ran through the possibilities; given how wrong footed they had already been so far today he forced himself not to jump to conclusions of villainy or tyrannical rule, after all there could be a great many reasons why her mood would waver around Thryssa that didn't necessarily convict Thryssa of any wrong doing.

"Well whenever they want it doing just lob me some tools and a hammer and I can fix it right up." Bronze affirmed with a smile of her own; evidently even in unfamiliar places the tall thestral found comfort in the idea of being busy with metal to work with, enough to let her suspicions drop at least for the moment.

Both Bronze and Tea Leaf's gazes seemed to sharpen and become more outwardly focused at the warning; Tea Leaf could see Razor Back pacing in the guest room and listening in with the look of a cat eyeing up a mouse.

"Understood." He replied simply with a nod to the warning. "Then, if I may, let it simply be said that we are sadly not strangers to attempts to betray us after offering the hand of friendship; if we cause conflict, we would prefer to be merely informed and ejected. More... drastic approaches don't tend to end well for the perpetrator." He kept his own charming smile the whole time as Mara kept her pleasant expression despite what had been essentially an exchange of threats.

"Hmm..." Razor walked forward and touched the stone once Mara had left through it, rapping her knuckles on the now solid wall. "Gotta give 'em this much, that's a useful trick; I could do with being able to just sink through the floor whenever Celestia assembles the war council honestly, the meeting room is right above the kitchens."

"Do you often think of food while deciding the fate of our kingdom?" Bronze asked in an exasperated sort of way.

"Not often, sometimes I think about how good Luna looks in a low neckline dress too." Razor smirked back at the engineer thestral who simply continued to shake her head. The cyborg chose to walk to meet the changelings entering the room to retrieve her possessions, quickly taking her heavy tool bag and her long duster coat from them; even if the desert was far too hot for leather dusters, she felt deprived without having it mostly for the seemingly endless amounts of pockets it held.

"...thanks." Razor grunted reluctantly as she took her jacket from the changeling holding it; the jacket was very battered and appeared to be made of black faux-leather, with countless patches sewn to it from seemingly all over the world.

"It is much appreciated, Ms Belladonna." Tea Leaf smiled, tipping his hat to her as they came. "Since we're no longer at logger heads, if I may?" Tea Leaf led her slightly away from where his companions were unpacking their possessions into their rooms. "I apologise but my curiosity needs at least some sating for the moment; in our encounters with the changelings over the years we have been in conflict with them they have indeed used magic against us, but in all encounters, whether it be lowly drones, lieutenants or Chrysalis, their horns are crooked, bent, unnatural looking."

Tea Leaf nodded to the horns of the guards who had brought their equipment. "And yet I see not a crooked horn amongst you. If I might ask, is it possible that the changelings we are fighting, the ones instigating random attacks on Equestrian citizens... well, you don't know if there could potentially be a plague or an infection at play?" He asked. "We encountered an artificial plague known as Illumineye in Zebrica which had similar effects on the local thestral population."




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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:01 am

Belladonna nods as Tea Leaf leads her off to a side, the rest of the changelings taking direction from his companions without saying much outside of replying to simple questions and giving terse acknowledgements in the way typical of soldiers. She looks steadily at him as he asks about their horns, her own more tightly-spiraling than the rest of her detachment, more strongly resembling an ordinary unicorn horn although still distinctly different. "I guess it's possible that it's a plague," she says after a moment of visible thought. "It would have to be very low-lethality to cause congenital defects to the roots of the horn without killing the foal or crippling their ability to use magic entirely. I can safely say, though, that what you're describing is not something I remember reading about, and would have to be pretty far in the past if it did happen. Like, over a hundred years ago, before the development of modern prosthetics with terraformitive hyperconductive inlays." She pauses a moment. "I could describe what I mean, but it's best to show you."

She turns and looks over to the group of other soldiers. "Corporal Limb, please come over here." One of the changelings, who's wearing a patch that looks like a bandage next to his rank pips, gives Belladonna a nod and walks over, snapping her a crisp salute when he gets there. Tea Leaf would notice, standing far closer to the changeling, what had looked like a fairly healthy horn looks very slightly... too perfect, as if it was manufactured. "I need to show the good stallion an example of terraformative hyperconductive inlays. Do you mind?"
"Is my consent required, ma'am?" He asks, his voice having a touch of Trottingham accent.
"To remove your prosthetic?" She quirks a brow at him. "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course it's required, ya knob."
He smirks a little. "Just wanted to be sure." He bows his head to her. "I'd rather you do it, ma'am, since you did an internship with Mom."
"Suit yourself." She reaches over to the base of his horn and grasps it, then starts pulling, twisting steadily as she does, and the horn actually comes off, revealing a cracked one with a much more jagged appearance, the tip missing and an actual small hole in one of the thicker portions, an obvious defect. She turns and presents the prosthetic to Tea Leaf. "They used to be a ton more awkward and obvious. Doctor Ratchet Limb--she's the one I referred to as 'Nurse Ratchet' to your companion with the arm--developed one that can nearly perfectly imitate a natural horn. It takes a lot of sculpting and fitting work but since it's practically all iron and a certain highly common stone, it's cheap as buck so there's no reason that a colt or filly with a congenital horn defect wouldn't be wearing one."
"Mom's kind of... driven," Corporal Limb offers.
"Obsessive, more like." Belladonna smirks and deftly fastens the prosthetic back on, showing the casual ease of someone who's actually had practice doing it. "Mind putting your back to us and lighting it?"
"Don't mind." He turns away from them and lights his horn. From the back, Tea Leaf can actually see streaks of viridian power arcing up from the base of the prosthetic along grooves that follow the artificial spiral and up to the tip, which crackles and glows in an entirely ordinary fashion.
"Thanks Corporal. You're dismissed." Bella exchanges salutes with the soldier and looks back at Tea Leaf. "So, yeah... even if it was a congenital defect or a magical plague like this Illumineye thing, cutting the defect down and fitting them with a prosthetic is as basic as putting a bandage on a cut, especially now that Nurse Ratchet made one that's practically as good as a natural horn."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:15 am

Tea Leaf nodded. "Indeed, and naturally occurring plagues and infections that have the capacity to truly mangle or deform the horn of a unicorn tend to have a high fatality rate... given I assume the same goes for changeling horns you can see why I assume that if this IS a plague of some form then it must have been artificially created for a specific purpose."

Tea Leaf was not the only one to examine the horn when Limb approached however, as Bronze Gasket also made her way over with a curious expression. "I assure you Corporal, saluting me is quite unnecessary." Tea Leaf joked before shaking hands with the changeling corporal. "Tea Leaf, a pleasure." He introduced himself properly now, Bronze Gasket doing the same as she walked over.

"What's the fuss?" She asked Tea Leaf as Belladonna explained a few things. "Wait wait wait, terraformative hyperconductive relays? You have the technology for that?" Bronze asked, looking deeply impressed whereas Tea Leaf simply looked confused at the technical jargon; when the stallion's horn came away however he took a step back by instinct before catching himself and clearing his throat apologetically. "Wow...." Bronze bent her knees slightly to examine the horn as well as the prosthetic, then realised she was rather invading the Corporal's personal space and backed up with an apologetic look.

"This Nurse Ratchet sounds like someone I need to meet." Bronze said as the horn was effortlessly clipped back in place, unconsciously flexing her own mechanical limb. "So the changelings we've been dealing with definitely aren't from this group at least." She clarified with Tea Leaf.

"Clearly." The stallion agreed with a nod, still looking a little ashamed at how he had jumped at the stallion's horn coming away. "And I find it hard to believe that all of them could be outcasts or otherwise exiles, not in the numbers we've encountered... something is very wrong here... we have two pictures of the changeling species before us and yet the two might as well be like comparing manticores to parasprites for how much they have in common."

In the guest room, Razor Back had changed from her armor into a more natural set of clothes, wearing a pair of battered slacks and a white t-shirt under her jacket. "So any of you got an arena or a ring or something?" She asked the soldiers inside. "I need to keep in good shape and knockin' heads is always a good way to do it."

"Don't agree to that!" Bronze called advice to the changeling guards while Tea Leaf pondered, his chin resting in his hand as the stallion remained deep in thought.

"Well... I think it rather goes without saying that over dinner and especially with the leadership when they arrive, we have much to discuss." Tea Leaf said. "Something foul is at play here that could be a serious danger to both of our kingdoms if left unchecked."

Bronze nodded. "So, uh.... do you mind if I ask where Nurse Ratchet is?" She couldn't hide the eagerness in her tone, causing the suited stallion to chuckle to himself; Bronze was usually a calm, collected woman but when she was truly enamored by something, usually a new engineering marvel, she became truly like a child on Hearthswarming Eve.

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:51 am

"Ol' Ratchet is back at her clinic in Scarabi, probably," Belladonna says. "Capital city, so that's where all the leadership types are too. Unless Wandering Spray Paint Canvas is hanging around here somewhere which she sometimes does for her own amusement."
"You don't really believe that boss, or you'd be watching for an incoming Doom Boop," the nearest soldier calls over to her.
"Silence in the ranks," Belladonna retorts. "Eh-hem. Yeah, it's looking like whatever ponies you're going on about call themselves changelings and look like us, and do some of the stuff we do, which represents a pretty serious issue just by itself. Call their boss Chrysalis, which is another serious issue just by itself, because there's not a lot of ponies still alive who know we're out this direction and I'm not even sure how any of them would have enough of a read on the monarchy to impersonate our queen."

The changeling soldiers all look at one another as Razor comes out in more casual clothes and asks after an arena or a ring or someplace to knock heads.
"Uh... we kinda have things like that in other places where we've set up shop long-term," one of the soldiers tells her.
"But Prim and Proper Snake-Pony thinks it's all barbaric," another adds. "She put the offenders in time-out last time and believe me you, being turned to stone is really uncomfortable."
"Not as uncomfortable as watching her go full gleeful artiste over the results and abscond with a camera so she could show off the composition to her mum."
"Cardinal rule of survival around a gorgon," Corporal Limb says. "Never give them a good reason."
"Cardinal rule of survival around one that's also an artist: never give her clever ideas and then give her an excuse to try them out."
"The minions speak truth," Belladonna adds from where she's talking to Bronze and Tea. "Granted, you all looked pretty amazing in four different varieties of marble. What'd she call it... 'Brutes In a Ring Number Five'?"
The way the changelings all color in various shades of embarrassment, the major nailed it. All of them give Razor an apologetic look.
"The big boss thinks knocking heads is good for teaching toughness," the first one who'd replied to her says. "But since this is Mara Belle's home, and she doesn't like it, and she turns offenders to stone and uses them for art installations before turning them back... we sorta can't. Sorry."
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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Yesterday at 9:33 pm

Tea Leaf nodded. "I agree; your own operations and structures have remained hidden from the royal guard all this time and yet evidently someone has been keeping an eye on things closely enough to have decided to adopt some of your history for a ruse of their own... which means somebody among the allies to the throne has been telling a few little white lies to us, as far as all of Equestria is concerned the changelings were extinct up until they started popping up in our homes and attacking us like a cat dropped in a bathtub."

"Hey, a couple of concussions from a few head knocks builds character." Razor Back shrugged as she walked through the soldiers, rolling her neck as she came and laughing at the description of the unfortunate predicament of these soldiers in the past.


"Funny, I always thought cardinal rule of survival around a gorgon was just don't get within reaching distance of a gorgon." Bronze snarked from where she was leaned against the wall, scribbling notes into a journal she had pulled out; judging by the way her quill moved up and down, drawing many straight lines and making notes along them, it seemed the tall thestral was drawing up a blueprint even as the rest of them talked. "Either way, Tea Leaf's right; if someone really is observing the changelings here closely enough that we have a fake on our hands, then we need to ask where in the name of the ancestors these things are coming from. And more importantly, how we stop anymore of them from breaking our doors down."


"Wouldn't that be why they did it though?" Bronze and Tea Leaf both looked at Razor. "I mean, we know plenty of ponies who would profit from panic like this; changeling attack is hard to dispute given how little we actually know about the slippery buggers. No offense." She added half-heartedly to Belladonna.

"Well..." Tea Leaf considered as Bronze stamped on Razor's foot again. "It's something to consider." Tea Leaf looked toward his room and gave a polite bow to Belladonna. "If it doesn't trouble you Ms Belladonna I think I would prefer to catch some shuteye before our dinner; it would only be impolite to show up exhausted, after all."

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PostSubject: Re: Changeling In Perspective   Today at 1:28 am

"Mara doesn't need to touch you to stone you," Belladonna says to Bronze. "And she's rather huggy when she gets to know you, and being glomped by a gorgon is an... experience. Odd experience but definitely not bad."

"As to how you stop these changelings you talk about from breaking down the doors and attacking you..." Belladonna shrugs. "Either inflict losses that whoever has their hands on the strings can't afford, or demonstrate to this pseudo-Chrysalis that the best move for her is to point her toys at another victim. That also involves a lot of killing. I'd say that it's best not to kill if possible--a sentiment that I know my boss and the rest of the royal family are big fans of--but if you can't reason with them or bloodlessly deter this fake, your lives mean more than their lives. Survival of the fittest and all that."

Belladonna grins at him as he asks for leave to go to sleep. "Don't need to ask me for permission to get some sack time, debonair stallion whose name I still don't know. If you want to use either of the very lovely thestrals for better sack time, I'm fine with that too; the generously-sized beds aren't just because Mara loves acting the part of a proper high-society hostess." She frowns thoughtfully. "Maybe that's why she does varieties of marble and her mum does granite..." She shrugs and grins again at Tea Leaf. "So yeah, grab some shut-eye, enjoy yourselves, call if you need anything. Me and my minions will just stow the rest of your camp in an empty room and you can grab it later." And with that, she leaves the hall with the rest of the changelings following her out, the last one pushing the two heavy stone doors shut behind them.
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