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“Another set of bodies were found in the garbage cans of…”
“Civil unrest continues to mount in the outskirts of Canterlot. Earth pony anarchists have reportedly set fire to the statue of Minister Goldroad for his support of the recent arms restrictions to be imposed on non-military and those not of nobility…”
(from right to left)
((they are all awesome <3))
…He got away…
Well this is odd..and what are all those bags for?
((OOC: We have been working on Harpoon home for a while and now I think we have a good idea. We are going to be working on how the inside looks next. Artwork by: http://asksnowstorm.tumblr.com/))
…I can wait…
“There is no patience like those born eternal. There is no hatred more lasting, no despair as bottomless, no grudge more endless or pain more agonizing than those that face the true weight of time. Those who truly know the burden of immortality can lose months, years…maybe even centuries to the chasm within the hourglass. But when they do so, they do so for their reasons alone. The greatest of hunters are immortals for a reason. Only they have the patience and experience necessary to strike when their prey is most vulnerable.
I pray my descendents never have to learn what I have, nor look into the eyes of true oblivion. Let this knowledge enter the darkness with me, and may its resurrection never be necessary. When I look upon these dark days and fearful nights, at a dead moon and fallen stars, I think I have the faintest of notions of what it is like to be alone, because for the eternal, there is no true peace or final dream. There is only an end. A desolate, empty feeling before nothingness, for if one can’t achieve something with all the time in the world, then they likely never meant anything at all to begin with.
So be thankful for your mortality. Be glad you can feel your body age. For imagine if you can close your eyes, stop your heart…and still linger on. Not even a ghost, but a puppet for the sands of time. Some wish for agelessness, for healing power or invulnerability. No one, not even the damned, wish for life eternal. Because that means all they have are memories. All they possess is a light in the fog, grasping for once was there, and never truly seeing the present or the future. There are few things as pathetic and defeated as one who’s seen eons pass, yet truly makes no difference to their passage or the events that occur within them. Such a soul is well and truly abandoned. Such a soul has truly nothing to lose.
And that is what makes them both the most wretched and dangerous of creatures.”
-Excerpt from the Journal of Pendleton Dreadful
“Oh bugger what now, can’t you see I’m busy?!”
You quickly duck down to avoid a piece of important looking mechanism hurtling towards you, thanking your lucky stars for those sharp reflexes. When you were certain it was as safe as things could get you step inside the large metal room that you were told was the garage, probably one of the largest and most cluttered you’ve seen so far.
You begin to wonder if this facility will ever end.
In the center of the room your eyes land on the creature who ‘greeted’ you so hospitably, she was bent over a broken smoking robot her face twisted with exhaustion and confusion as she tossed a few nuts, volts and wires in whichever direction her small paws tossed.
“Oooh I’m sure the book said something about this,” she takes a book (you miss the title, but are almost certain you read the word ‘Dummies’ on the cover) from her tool belt and flicks through a few pages before sighing in defeat and going back to tinkering with the bot, “Goodness I forgot the page..oh wait this looks pretty, I do think this is what the book said to do…hrrr,”
Her feminine overalls are stained with sticky black oil, she took off her hard hat taking a few seconds to retie her hair and brushing it off her eyes before getting up and looking at you with clouded unnatural brown eyes that seemed to leave you wondering whether this feline was really meant to be here.
Her eyes closed for a few seconds and her body relaxes, calico fur laying flat once more. A small smile lights her face as she skips towards you.
Taken back by the drastic change you can only listen and nod politely as she mews;
“Oh so you’re the new subject! That’s so cool, a bit small aren’t you? Oh that doesn’t matter we have a guy for that..maybe..no I do think we do!
I’m Mercury! Mercury the Cat, I’m just kidding my last name’s Leaf. Wouldn’t it be funny if that was my real name though! Oh right, I’ve been here for a couple of weeks now and you might have guessed by now, you look sort of smartish,”
She leans towards you smiling brightly before continuing “I’m the lead engineer my job is..to..oh you did it too, that look in your eyes.” a sigh escapes her furry lips, “It’s alright, I’m used to it.
You don’t think I belong here and maybe your right but I really do have a way with the machines!”
Her ears twitch backwards and a distant look crosses her eyes but almost at once with a flick of her tail she was back to her cheerfull if not rather ditzy self.
“Um well, it was great meeting you but I should really get back to fixing Mr. Smokey over there.” Her ears twitched to the project she’d been working on, out of respect or fear for that heavy looking hammer in her tool belt you decided not to mention that she might as well send it to the scrap yard.
“See you around! Oh and stay away from the meatloaf! And the water cooler on the third floor, I still need to fix that. Toodle tip!”
✿ Nicole ✿
Until you all shared its magic with me
One layer in SAI
Small edits in photoshop