Topic: crossover

Trish is in panic mode. Of course he's in panic mode. He'd tried to contact the other order members via chatterstone the moment they had released him from holding and given him his things back. He'd been gone two days, they needed to know why-he was sure some of them would have been looking for him already. But no one was responding. That's impossible. There was no way Solaire and Sin both were not at their stones. And the ONLY way that the system could go down is if the main stone node at th...

Solaire just nods his head. He remembers the priest telling him this before. It's like deja vu. Except...he is certain the priest that trained him only ever told him this once. This wasn't something the old man had repeated. Why was he being told again? He rubs his neck as he turns, looking at the reflective mirror beside the purifying basin-to help the user look into their own soul and identify impurities-there's a human face staring back at him. Soft, pale skin, hair bleached from magical s...

It had been five hours. Five hourse since Trish had been locked up in royal dungeons. Under guard. He'd been under the impression that he was a rather trusted individual on the royal grounds given his presence there during his mother's time as an ambassador to the princes, and moreover, as a rather esteemed physician and researcher...so this was quite odd to him. The only questioning he had recieved was immediately as he was arrested. They had asked him if he had recently accessed the forbidd...

Sweet made herself dinner that she didn't eat again. Or maybe it was lunch. She'd stopped tracking the clocks. Whateverr the meal was, it was just sitting on the bar, getting cold. Tinkora had always been really big on clocks. Honestly, she hadn't put much stock in it. Before the E.D.C. was finally realized, then had subsequently failed, all that was just "Tinkora being a crazy bitch" to her. But now that Terra had been lost, Terrans scattered to the cosmos, and an elimination of any known...

Persona sighs as she pushes her door open to her room, moving slowly inside. She'd been trotting around the castle with Snowy again-even being a bit jovial. The stallion was cute, even if she wouldn't admit she found him cute often. He wasn't terrible. And she was also baffled he didn't outright hate her. He really should. After what she did. But he doesn't. She rather appreciates that really... What she doesn't appreciate at the moment is this castle. It seems oppressive. Sepulchral. Melanch...

Trish really dislikes his useless feeling. The longer his teammates are gone with him hearing nothing, the more the feeling builds, and they've been gone quite a bit of time on their separate assignments...which has left him restlessly productive. Part of him had considered taking a trip to Rusty's house to visit his family, force himself to relax for a day. But like all changelings, his family emotionally perceptive, and they'd know he was bothered all day...there would be no rest for anyone...

Sophitia was a bundle of heartache and nerves. She knew that Niakoro had the right idea, hiding away from the vampire lord and any of his cohorts, but....Tia just wasn't that kind of girl. Being cooped up in a witch's hut, in the dark, dank Everfree, was a burden on her very soul. And yet, staying in Ponyville hadn't been an option either. As much as it pained her to be losing gentle, beautiful creatures like Ephemeria, whom she hadn't embraced in so long because of being in hiding, she would...

Dendrite does a huge yawn as she pulls herself out of her sleep. She doesn't know what time it is, or care, really, but she had one of those sleeps so good she doesn't even know what year it is, let alone what she was doing when she fell asleep... ...although the white mare with a rainbow mane next to her quickly explains what she had been doing, as Dendrite flattens her ears. Oh. That...was unexpected? Now she remembers. Her and Persona had fallen asleep talking about their different powers....

Abby's doing something she hasn't bothered to do in quite a while-meditating. She doesn't like doing it for a variety of reasons. Chiefly among them is it's hard to get a moment alone, another is that there's not often a lot of places, and yet another is that more often than not there's too much emotional turmoil bubbling below the surface for her to even meditate properly. However, she's made it a point to do it tonight, she needs to try to get herself under control. She can feel her desire to...

Sophitia doesn't have a spring in her step today-her usual little gait doesn't seem quite so energetic as before. It's not the weather-she likes the gray, springtime drizzle. It's not the fact she's sober either, her step would still be a bit bouncy... No, today she seems to be stalking, moving purposefully and almost tensely down the street with her poncho clutched about her to keep her at least a little dry, her fluff ears perking this way and that as her piercing blue eyes steal glances alon...

Rose does a lazy cat-stretch, her wings rustling as they extend, before going to plop down at her cushion. She doesn't have time to finish stretching before a white bean plops on her back, a little changeling with a dorky grin on her face, pink mane falling into her eyes. She nuzzles a kiss on the babe gently as she lays down, cooing. "Yes hello my love. I know I'm your favorite seat." The cave seemed...rather odd and empty after their time in Canterlot. She had felt...slightly important and....

Trish groans loudly as, for the third time this week, the wifi goes out. He's only been able to afford the cheapest service for the little moving fort he'd enchanted, he didn't have more for anything else. Which is not good, he'd been in the middle of researching possible cures for vampirism, since his books had worn him out. Of course this takes some serious research since half the articles are made-up or fanfiction-level solutions. It's sad. But it's now sadder cause he can't do anything at al...