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Post by typewryter on Jul 22, 2011 20:57:38 GMT -5
"Pointless? It was already pointless, I knew about the parasprites. I just needed to ensure that none of you would interfere" As expected, Type found the vault unguarded. He levitated out the key and opened the door. "The Book of Sands" there it was, on a pedastal in the center. "So beautiful...." He slowly approached the book, and his horn began to glow.
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Post by masterweaver on Jul 22, 2011 20:58:04 GMT -5
Fireflare looked behind her as Galaxiour approached. "Oh hey! Do us a favor and drain the magic from these little guys, they literally cannot survive without it."
"Fireflare..."
"What?! It's an emergency, I don't care who he is!"
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Post by thepondfamily on Jul 22, 2011 21:19:38 GMT -5
"What are you two talking about?! Type!?" asked Rory. "I demand that you tell me what is going on, Type! Do the Parasprites have anything to do with you? I thought I earned your trust when I helped with the Diamond Tiara-Shadowbolt crisis! But apparently I was wrong!" River was still in shock that her father had followed. "Dad, we faked a murder so that Type could steal something," said River, still in shock.
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Post by Galaxiour on Jul 22, 2011 21:20:36 GMT -5
Galaxiour spread his legs outwards prepareing himself for a powerful spell, "I shall attempt to remove the magic from their bodies"
A wave spread out from Galaxiour's horn, but as soon as it sread outwards across the room, it receeded backwards drawing the latent magic from the bodies of the parasprites as their magic added to those waves.
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Post by typewryter on Jul 22, 2011 21:25:46 GMT -5
The book softly levitated into the saddlebag, which shut itself securely. "At long last it is mine... Munin! Let us take our leave." The Unicorn and his bird fled from the vault, making their way to the gate. But in their haste, they did not notice that Munin had accidentally left behind a single ebon feather.
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Post by Nightmare Moon on Jul 22, 2011 21:28:30 GMT -5
One by one, the parasprites start to succumb to Galaxiour's power. As the magic fuelling them leaves their bodies, their movement starts to slow, and their colours begin to fade. One by one, the parasprites infesting the kitchen crumble to dust.
Amplified by the parasprites' own innate magic, Galaxiour's spell propagates along the tendrils, reaching most of those parasprites that had left the kitchen. A handful, however, separated from their fellows by the blindly panicking servants, survive, and make their way individually towards the banquet hall.
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Post by Pinch Harmonic on Jul 22, 2011 21:29:29 GMT -5
Pinch took a look at Rory and sighed.
"Well, this is just great. Turns out, not only did we pretend to murder my friend for nothing, but we were just even bigger pawns in Type's plan than we originally though," He says rubbing he temple with his hoof.
"I don't know about you, but I think I'm gonna get outta here. I have such a headache right now."
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 22, 2011 21:32:21 GMT -5
Vicious slowly turned his head around, hearing Pinch's voice, he managed to obtain enough strength to yell hoarsely, "PINCH!!"
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Post by thepondfamily on Jul 22, 2011 21:34:48 GMT -5
River ran back in, panting. She ran towards Viscous. "Sorry, you faked your death for nothing. Bloody Type..." said River.
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Post by Pinch Harmonic on Jul 22, 2011 21:35:15 GMT -5
Pinch heard the hoarse call from Vicious and went to the fallen pony.
"You alright, dude? *Sigh* Turns out the whole murder bit was entirely pointless. Not only that, turns out Type knew about the parasprites, AND the 'distraction'...it was a distraction alright, meant to distract US! Ugh....I have such a headache right now."
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 22, 2011 21:38:09 GMT -5
Vicious smiled, "I should've known it from the start, I am going to rip that pony a new plot, if I can survive for long enough..." Vicious sighed, "I really, really need some surgery.."
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Post by typewryter on Jul 22, 2011 21:38:33 GMT -5
Typewryter was already out of the gate when he stopped suddenly. "Caaw?" "We have to go back." "CAAW!?" "I can't believe I was so selfish. I have the book, but our friends are still in danger." "CAW!" "Don't worry I have a plan" "Caaw?" "Yes. Plan B." "caw..." "Yeah, I know. But prison is better than losing my friends"
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Post by Pinch Harmonic on Jul 22, 2011 21:39:42 GMT -5
"We better find the nearest hospital. We'll deal with Type later," Pinch said. "Right now....yeah, you look pretty bad."
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Post by Big-Macintosh on Jul 22, 2011 21:40:57 GMT -5
"Pinch, will...will ya' help me out here?" Big-Mac was getting quite tired of holding the pony and the cart up all by himself, so he gestured towards Pinch to grab a side.
"Just tell me where to take him and I'll be there as fast as can be."
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Post by masterweaver on Jul 22, 2011 21:41:39 GMT -5
Fierflare brought her hooves down. "Thanks, sir. I don't know if you've ever dealt with Fey before, but they're all mostly just bursts of magic with physical bodies. Rob the magic, and a fairy goes down instantly."
"Technically, those were sprites," Flapper Jack pointed out. "Fairies can think."
The red pegasus waved a hoof vaguely. "Eh, nopony cares. The fey breeds mix it up so much that I doubt there are any purebloods around anymore."
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