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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Fluttershy Mon 16 Jun 2014, 01:21
"Shit, shit, shit. Swiss, Creme you two stay here and keep loading as much loot as you can get your hooves onto” Swiss watched as Kass and Weaver left, he turned and went to the bag of firepower and retrieved his ‘typewriter’ and put it on his back, to keep it out of the way. He already had the bastard of a mini-shotgun and his Solar Empire knife with him, they were almost small enough to carry on a daily basis. With his weapons with him, Swiss began helping Crème load up the money.
You know, with all this money, you could probably buy a small country… or free one from poverty. Swiss pushed the thought out of his head and continued moving the bags.
Several minutes later ‘Weaver came back. "It's me, 'Weaver. The coast is clear so you can open the doors again." Swiss greeted her by opening the door "Swiss, I need you to go after Kass and look for Snake, I suspect something might've gone wrong up top and you know this building better than I." He looked down at a wound on her body. Shit “Ya gonna be okay? That wound could use a look at as soon as possible…" She just repeated herself. Swiss nodded and took off to find Kass. Stupid mare, probably the only reason she was still standing was sheer adrenalin.
Swiss readied his shotgun in his mouth, at this range he could probably knock down a guard even if it doesn’t kill them. The lifts would probably be out, he opted to take the stairs without checking it anyway.
Half way up he noticed the door leaving the stairwell was slowly closing, someone must have just entered this floor. Not wanting to miss Snake and not wanting to miss a guard that may bite them in the ass as they escape, Swiss decided to follow the unknown pony that opened the door. He held the door open from closing and quietly entered, scanning the area. He could faintly hear the clacking of equipment. Great, it’s a guard, I was hoping this heist would have run smooth enough for me not to kill a pony today. Swiss carefully looked down the hallway where he heard the walking from. He saw the guard, a pegasus mare. ‘Huh, odd combination for guard duty… then again some of the toughest pones I know are mare and pegasi ‘ Swiss referring to Kass and Weaver.
Luckily the guard was looking the other direction, with some luck Swiss could just handcuff her to a radiator instead of killing her. Swiss quickly yet quietly walked up behind her, and placed the barrel of his shotgun against the back of her head. “You are going to do exactly what I tell you otherwise I pull the trigger, listen to me and we both walk out of here alive. Do you understand”
After a second of delay, she let out a “fuck”
“You didn’t answer me” Swiss said pressing the gun harder
“Fuck yes yes, I understand”
“Good, now you are to put your gun on the ground next to my hoof” She complied and Swiss slid it several meters down the hallway, completely out of reach. “Ok, now you are to give me your cuffs” She handed the cuffs to Swiss. “Good, see that radiator over there? Walk to it” Swiss stayed only a foot behind the mare.
“Now what the fuck do you want me to do” the mare spat out when she reached the radiator at the end of the hallway
“Get on your back”
“WHAT”
Swiss jammed the gun into the back of her head again “I SAID, on your back”
The mare reluctantly got on her back, head against the radiator. Swiss took the cuffs, weaved through the radiator, and hooked her front hooves together, preventing her from moving her upper body very much. Swiss seeing that her gun was out of reach, and her forelegs cuffed to a large piece of cast iron mounted to the wall, decided she was completely incapacitated, and of no threat. He turned, and began his search for Snake once again.
“Fucking mud-pony, you don’t even have the fucking balls to fucking kill me.”
Swiss stopped.
He put his shotgun into his belt, and found his Solar Empire knife.
Swiss didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew he had to do it.
He turned around, and faced the chained mare, knife in mouth.
He took a step forward, almost as if he didn’t have control.
“What the fuck are you doing” She spat out, small bit of fear in her voice
Swiss walked up to her, still unsure of what he was doing, and outstretched one of her wings with his rear hoof.
“woah woah woah, what the fuck are you doing? Stop, NO STOP!”
Swiss reared up on his back legs, and using the force of his whole body, brought the knife blade down on the mare’s wing, severing it cleanly.
The mare began screaming and thrashing about.
He walked over to the other and did the same.
She passed out.
Swiss put the bloody knife back and hazily walked to that floor’s bathroom, where he became sick. Oh fuck me, why the fuck did I do that. I could have just left her there.
Swiss left the bathroom, shotgun in mouth, and ran to the stairwell to find Snake.
Near the top of the building and still no sight of Snake, Swiss decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look into Ink’s room. The boss-man’s room was one of the few rooms really locked up, Swiss thought it probably held something important if it was so well guarded. He went the door, it was locked, of course its locked…
He could have probably picked the lock if he wanted to, but decided speed was more important than being clean and quiet. He applied a bit of his earth pony strength and kicked the door down. The room was pretty basic, nothing too outstanding. A desk, a few paintings on the walls, a couple of chairs and couches. Swiss went to the desk and opened the top center drawer, and found a ledger and a 1911 so clean, he wondered if it was ever even fired.
He put the ledger on the desk and began flipping through it. Swiss noted something interesting however, some of the most recent purchases included “Gryphon insurance” and for the cost, Swiss could only assume it meant mercs. Swiss went through more drawers and found a daily colander. He flipped through it and found that a ‘package’ was to be shipped out that afternoon, its destination and contents were unclear. Swiss shuffled through the desk looking for anything else. He found a letter and put it on the desk and skimmed over it. It said something about how gold from the gryphons was to be sent later that day to a “previously mentioned” location. The letter had no identification marks except for a rose stamp on the bottom. Swiss stuffed the letter, calendar, and ledger into his bag and was half way to the busted door when a stallion walked in.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?!”
sonofabitchsonofabitchsonofabitchsonofabitchsonofa-
Swiss just kept running and punched the stallion he assumed to be Ink in the head as he left the room.
Fuckfuckfuck, gotta get out of here, gotta find Snake, gotta get out of here
He ran down to the floor below when he heard Kass’s and Snakes voices, he ran down he hallway and saw the two. “Guys wait up!” he saw Snakes burn on the side of his face “Woa…What happened to your face?”
“No time for that now…Let’s go.”
Wait… is that burn from my charges…. Son of a fuck, I thought it would just light the top floor alight. Did I add too much magnesium? Nonononono I triple checked it, besides that shouldn’t have affected the blast size that much. Shitshitshitshit what did I do wrong then? It doesn’t matter, I can figure it out later.
You know, with all this money, you could probably buy a small country… or free one from poverty. Swiss pushed the thought out of his head and continued moving the bags.
Several minutes later ‘Weaver came back. "It's me, 'Weaver. The coast is clear so you can open the doors again." Swiss greeted her by opening the door "Swiss, I need you to go after Kass and look for Snake, I suspect something might've gone wrong up top and you know this building better than I." He looked down at a wound on her body. Shit “Ya gonna be okay? That wound could use a look at as soon as possible…" She just repeated herself. Swiss nodded and took off to find Kass. Stupid mare, probably the only reason she was still standing was sheer adrenalin.
Swiss readied his shotgun in his mouth, at this range he could probably knock down a guard even if it doesn’t kill them. The lifts would probably be out, he opted to take the stairs without checking it anyway.
Half way up he noticed the door leaving the stairwell was slowly closing, someone must have just entered this floor. Not wanting to miss Snake and not wanting to miss a guard that may bite them in the ass as they escape, Swiss decided to follow the unknown pony that opened the door. He held the door open from closing and quietly entered, scanning the area. He could faintly hear the clacking of equipment. Great, it’s a guard, I was hoping this heist would have run smooth enough for me not to kill a pony today. Swiss carefully looked down the hallway where he heard the walking from. He saw the guard, a pegasus mare. ‘Huh, odd combination for guard duty… then again some of the toughest pones I know are mare and pegasi ‘ Swiss referring to Kass and Weaver.
Luckily the guard was looking the other direction, with some luck Swiss could just handcuff her to a radiator instead of killing her. Swiss quickly yet quietly walked up behind her, and placed the barrel of his shotgun against the back of her head. “You are going to do exactly what I tell you otherwise I pull the trigger, listen to me and we both walk out of here alive. Do you understand”
After a second of delay, she let out a “fuck”
“You didn’t answer me” Swiss said pressing the gun harder
“Fuck yes yes, I understand”
“Good, now you are to put your gun on the ground next to my hoof” She complied and Swiss slid it several meters down the hallway, completely out of reach. “Ok, now you are to give me your cuffs” She handed the cuffs to Swiss. “Good, see that radiator over there? Walk to it” Swiss stayed only a foot behind the mare.
“Now what the fuck do you want me to do” the mare spat out when she reached the radiator at the end of the hallway
“Get on your back”
“WHAT”
Swiss jammed the gun into the back of her head again “I SAID, on your back”
The mare reluctantly got on her back, head against the radiator. Swiss took the cuffs, weaved through the radiator, and hooked her front hooves together, preventing her from moving her upper body very much. Swiss seeing that her gun was out of reach, and her forelegs cuffed to a large piece of cast iron mounted to the wall, decided she was completely incapacitated, and of no threat. He turned, and began his search for Snake once again.
“Fucking mud-pony, you don’t even have the fucking balls to fucking kill me.”
Swiss stopped.
He put his shotgun into his belt, and found his Solar Empire knife.
Swiss didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew he had to do it.
He turned around, and faced the chained mare, knife in mouth.
He took a step forward, almost as if he didn’t have control.
“What the fuck are you doing” She spat out, small bit of fear in her voice
Swiss walked up to her, still unsure of what he was doing, and outstretched one of her wings with his rear hoof.
“woah woah woah, what the fuck are you doing? Stop, NO STOP!”
Swiss reared up on his back legs, and using the force of his whole body, brought the knife blade down on the mare’s wing, severing it cleanly.
The mare began screaming and thrashing about.
He walked over to the other and did the same.
She passed out.
Swiss put the bloody knife back and hazily walked to that floor’s bathroom, where he became sick. Oh fuck me, why the fuck did I do that. I could have just left her there.
Swiss left the bathroom, shotgun in mouth, and ran to the stairwell to find Snake.
Near the top of the building and still no sight of Snake, Swiss decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look into Ink’s room. The boss-man’s room was one of the few rooms really locked up, Swiss thought it probably held something important if it was so well guarded. He went the door, it was locked, of course its locked…
He could have probably picked the lock if he wanted to, but decided speed was more important than being clean and quiet. He applied a bit of his earth pony strength and kicked the door down. The room was pretty basic, nothing too outstanding. A desk, a few paintings on the walls, a couple of chairs and couches. Swiss went to the desk and opened the top center drawer, and found a ledger and a 1911 so clean, he wondered if it was ever even fired.
He put the ledger on the desk and began flipping through it. Swiss noted something interesting however, some of the most recent purchases included “Gryphon insurance” and for the cost, Swiss could only assume it meant mercs. Swiss went through more drawers and found a daily colander. He flipped through it and found that a ‘package’ was to be shipped out that afternoon, its destination and contents were unclear. Swiss shuffled through the desk looking for anything else. He found a letter and put it on the desk and skimmed over it. It said something about how gold from the gryphons was to be sent later that day to a “previously mentioned” location. The letter had no identification marks except for a rose stamp on the bottom. Swiss stuffed the letter, calendar, and ledger into his bag and was half way to the busted door when a stallion walked in.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?!”
sonofabitchsonofabitchsonofabitchsonofabitchsonofa-
Swiss just kept running and punched the stallion he assumed to be Ink in the head as he left the room.
Fuckfuckfuck, gotta get out of here, gotta find Snake, gotta get out of here
He ran down to the floor below when he heard Kass’s and Snakes voices, he ran down he hallway and saw the two. “Guys wait up!” he saw Snakes burn on the side of his face “Woa…What happened to your face?”
“No time for that now…Let’s go.”
Wait… is that burn from my charges…. Son of a fuck, I thought it would just light the top floor alight. Did I add too much magnesium? Nonononono I triple checked it, besides that shouldn’t have affected the blast size that much. Shitshitshitshit what did I do wrong then? It doesn’t matter, I can figure it out later.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Wed 18 Jun 2014, 21:06
Snake, 'Kass, and Swiss made it back to the vault, where things were wrapping up.
"Guys, hold onto that case," Swiss said, pointing towards a wicker crate. "I wanna open it up."
"Swiss, we gotta get a move on. 'Weaver's bleeding, half of my face is burned off, and I'm pretty sure I saw the FBI moving in. We've got maybe 5 minutes," Snake said, shakily putting a cigarette into his mouth. "If that."
"Just really quickly," Swiss said, grabbing a crowbar from the munitions bag. He opened up the case, and Snake's remaining jaw dropped.
"Griffon Gold?" he asked, and Swiss nodded. "These fuckers are being fucking supplied by the remnants of the Griffon military?"
"For fucks sakes, we don't have time to ask whose supplying who! We have to get out of here!" Shouted 'Weaver, and the group nodded, getting back to work.
Snake grabbed the BAR from the bag, and covered the entrance to the vault. The sound of a firefight roared outside, and got closer and closer. The unmistakable roar of a Diamond Dog came from the main entrance to the bank, as well as the screams of ponies dying. Snake focused on the door.
"Guys! Hurry it up!" he shouted. The group started to rush, when suddenly, the vault door flung open.
In front of Snake was a burnt Diamond Dog, bleeding from multiple bullet holes. On its back was Ink, Thompson in his battle saddle. His glare was fixed upon Snake, and the diamond dog attempted to hit Snake, but even with the BAR in his magic grasp, Snake was a quick mover. He opened fire with the BAR, the .308 rifle rounds opened wide swaths of skin on the diamond dog's torso. It was all the diamond dog could do to hold his insides in his paws as Snake reloaded. The Diamond dog dropped to its knees, as Ink jumped off the back of the dog.
"You motherfucker. I knew there was something about you!" shouted Ink, raising his Thompson. Snake tackled him, rolling the duo out into the main room. Snake punched Ink in the face, slamming his horse-shoe upon Ink's burned body. Blood splattered onto Snake's own burnt face, as Ink did the same. Snake rolled off Ink, cradling his wound, as Ink got to his hooves, leveling his Thompson.
"Weak!" shouted Ink, circling Snake. "You're weak!"
"Just fucking kill me, you crippled bastard," Snake retorted, his voice gravely. "I'd rather not hear a fucking monologue about how you're dominant."
"Your choice, fucker," Ink said, about to bite down upon his trigger.
Suddenly, his leg flew across the bank room. Blood followed it, and he fell to the ground, screaming in pain, as Cider walked in, .454 in her mouth. She fired another shot, punching a hole through his head.
"Having fun, Snake?" asked Cider, helping him up. Snake smiled, revealing his burnt face.
"Yeah. Can't you tell?" asked Snake, levitating his BAR over to him.
"Uh-uh, Big boy," Cider said. "You're coming with me."
"Pardon?" asked Snake, dropping the BAR, focusing his levitating ability upon Cider's hoof cuffs.
"We caught you, and do you know how bad it would look if I let a bank robber go?" asked Cider, as Snake lifted the cuffs.
"It's gonna look even worse when they find you tied up with your own cuffs, Darlin'," Snake said, as he quickly attached the cuffs to Cider's front hoofs, then her back. She didn't even have time to react, before Snake picked up his BAR. "I'd kiss you, but I'm sure you don't want any burnt pony on your lips."
"Oh, you are a sneaky one, Snake," Cider growled, struggling. "I'm gonna get you one of these days, you know that?"
"Of course, Cider. I look forward to it," Snake said, running towards the vault.
The ponies had finished up, and were crawling back into the pipe as Snake entered the room. The diamond dog was still desperately holding its insides in as Snake passed it. The pony drove a bullet into the Diamond Dog's head before grabbing the weapon's bag, and jumping into the pipe.
As the exited, they were almost immediately under fire by a group of mercs, though a bit inaccurate as they were also battling the FBI. Snake, 'Weaver, and 'Kass returned fire, while Swiss, Creme, and Tootsie loaded the last of the money and gold into the truck.
Snake picked off a few, before he jumped into the back of the truck, still firing. As the turned the corner, driving quickly away, Snake saw Cider come out of the bank, staring at the truck as it drove away. Snake kept on guard, attaching the bipod of the BAR to the back of the truck as they drove away, his heart tugging lightly.
"Guys, hold onto that case," Swiss said, pointing towards a wicker crate. "I wanna open it up."
"Swiss, we gotta get a move on. 'Weaver's bleeding, half of my face is burned off, and I'm pretty sure I saw the FBI moving in. We've got maybe 5 minutes," Snake said, shakily putting a cigarette into his mouth. "If that."
"Just really quickly," Swiss said, grabbing a crowbar from the munitions bag. He opened up the case, and Snake's remaining jaw dropped.
"Griffon Gold?" he asked, and Swiss nodded. "These fuckers are being fucking supplied by the remnants of the Griffon military?"
"For fucks sakes, we don't have time to ask whose supplying who! We have to get out of here!" Shouted 'Weaver, and the group nodded, getting back to work.
Snake grabbed the BAR from the bag, and covered the entrance to the vault. The sound of a firefight roared outside, and got closer and closer. The unmistakable roar of a Diamond Dog came from the main entrance to the bank, as well as the screams of ponies dying. Snake focused on the door.
"Guys! Hurry it up!" he shouted. The group started to rush, when suddenly, the vault door flung open.
In front of Snake was a burnt Diamond Dog, bleeding from multiple bullet holes. On its back was Ink, Thompson in his battle saddle. His glare was fixed upon Snake, and the diamond dog attempted to hit Snake, but even with the BAR in his magic grasp, Snake was a quick mover. He opened fire with the BAR, the .308 rifle rounds opened wide swaths of skin on the diamond dog's torso. It was all the diamond dog could do to hold his insides in his paws as Snake reloaded. The Diamond dog dropped to its knees, as Ink jumped off the back of the dog.
"You motherfucker. I knew there was something about you!" shouted Ink, raising his Thompson. Snake tackled him, rolling the duo out into the main room. Snake punched Ink in the face, slamming his horse-shoe upon Ink's burned body. Blood splattered onto Snake's own burnt face, as Ink did the same. Snake rolled off Ink, cradling his wound, as Ink got to his hooves, leveling his Thompson.
"Weak!" shouted Ink, circling Snake. "You're weak!"
"Just fucking kill me, you crippled bastard," Snake retorted, his voice gravely. "I'd rather not hear a fucking monologue about how you're dominant."
"Your choice, fucker," Ink said, about to bite down upon his trigger.
Suddenly, his leg flew across the bank room. Blood followed it, and he fell to the ground, screaming in pain, as Cider walked in, .454 in her mouth. She fired another shot, punching a hole through his head.
"Having fun, Snake?" asked Cider, helping him up. Snake smiled, revealing his burnt face.
"Yeah. Can't you tell?" asked Snake, levitating his BAR over to him.
"Uh-uh, Big boy," Cider said. "You're coming with me."
"Pardon?" asked Snake, dropping the BAR, focusing his levitating ability upon Cider's hoof cuffs.
"We caught you, and do you know how bad it would look if I let a bank robber go?" asked Cider, as Snake lifted the cuffs.
"It's gonna look even worse when they find you tied up with your own cuffs, Darlin'," Snake said, as he quickly attached the cuffs to Cider's front hoofs, then her back. She didn't even have time to react, before Snake picked up his BAR. "I'd kiss you, but I'm sure you don't want any burnt pony on your lips."
"Oh, you are a sneaky one, Snake," Cider growled, struggling. "I'm gonna get you one of these days, you know that?"
"Of course, Cider. I look forward to it," Snake said, running towards the vault.
The ponies had finished up, and were crawling back into the pipe as Snake entered the room. The diamond dog was still desperately holding its insides in as Snake passed it. The pony drove a bullet into the Diamond Dog's head before grabbing the weapon's bag, and jumping into the pipe.
As the exited, they were almost immediately under fire by a group of mercs, though a bit inaccurate as they were also battling the FBI. Snake, 'Weaver, and 'Kass returned fire, while Swiss, Creme, and Tootsie loaded the last of the money and gold into the truck.
Snake picked off a few, before he jumped into the back of the truck, still firing. As the turned the corner, driving quickly away, Snake saw Cider come out of the bank, staring at the truck as it drove away. Snake kept on guard, attaching the bipod of the BAR to the back of the truck as they drove away, his heart tugging lightly.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Cloudchaser Sun 22 Jun 2014, 14:39
The group drove away in their escape vehicle relatively safely, Tootsie knew her way around the city damn well and the cops nor the feds could keep up with her driving as she was manically swishing in and out of backstreets and main roads and narrowly missing to drive over someone every time, by now 'Weaver was sure half the city had called the cops but they'd be long gone before the police came to investigate or try and chase them down.
After what felt like forever they finally arrived at the safe house where Tootise dropped them off before she drove away to get rid of the car in case the cops would track it down, the crew carried in their loot before getting Snake and 'Weaver to Doc. With a heavy sigh Doc just shook his head when he saw the state of Snake and 'Weaver's bullet wound.
"Well I don't know what I expected but it sure was not this, Snake. 'Weaver your wound does not look too bad so someone else can help you get that patched up, it looks like the bullet went through and only caused a minor wound. Snake here on the other hand is gonna need a good patching up so if you do not mind then I would really like it if I could work in privacy so I can concentrate on my work."
After that Doc shoved everyone out of his little medical room, gave 'Weaver a bit of alcohol to clean the wound as well as some bandage to strap over the wound to make sure it doesn't get infected.
They all scattered off after that, Kass took off with 'Weaver and made sure to clean out her wound thoroughly, they talked a little of the heist and what would be coming next and 'Weaver's suppressed feelings of betrayal against Rose began to boil up to the surface again and she began to look forward to when she could sink her teeth into that bitch.
Of course she'd want answers from Rose first and 'Weaver had no doubt that Creme had his questions as well and if time allowed it they would get their answers one way or another but once Rose was done there would be nothing that could hold 'Weaver back from killing the mare unless she gave a damn good answer on why she betrayed her.
Evening rolled over and 'Weaver was sitting in the living room by herself, she had a lot to think about but the weather outside was cold and rainy so she didn't feel like sitting outside when the moonlight wouldn't warm her so she had opted to sneak down into the living room where no one would probably be this late. She had been right, partly.
Snake walked into the room, looking tired and exhausted.
"Hey, Snake. How you feeling?" 'Weaver asked politely, surprising Snake slightly that he wasn't alone.
"Could've been better but at least I'm alive, we're all alive..." Snake said with a sigh before a moment of silence until he spoke up again. "Thanks by the way."
"For what? You did the majority of the work and made sure we could get out alive and fairly safe, if anything it's I who should be thanking you for not nearly getting us killed again." 'Weaver was a bit taken back at Snake's thanks.
"Yes, but that's not what I was saying it for. You sent Swiss and Kass to find me when you knew I was late and suspected something had gone wrong, I know we've been on edge with each other but I hope I can regain your trust." Snake went and sat down in an armchair and poured up a glass of liquor, asking if 'Weaver wanted any but she declined. He took a sip before he writhed in the chair and cursed.
"You okay, Snake?" 'Weaver asked a bit concerned.
"Yeah, yeah. Damn wound burns when I try and drink and liquor, I may have to give up drinking liquor if the wound doesn't heal." Snake was clenching his eyes shut trying to numb the pain.
'Weaver stood up and looked Snake right in the eyes when he opened them again, her glowing orange slits staring at him, a lesser stallion would've whimpered and fled but not Snake.
"You did damn good, Snake. Thank YOU, Whatever comes next you've got my trust as long as you don't abuse it." With that 'Weaver left the living room for Snake and returned to her attic room and crawled into bed. For once she felt like sleeping, the day had been long and exhausting and she would need to be at her best for what was to come.
After what felt like forever they finally arrived at the safe house where Tootise dropped them off before she drove away to get rid of the car in case the cops would track it down, the crew carried in their loot before getting Snake and 'Weaver to Doc. With a heavy sigh Doc just shook his head when he saw the state of Snake and 'Weaver's bullet wound.
"Well I don't know what I expected but it sure was not this, Snake. 'Weaver your wound does not look too bad so someone else can help you get that patched up, it looks like the bullet went through and only caused a minor wound. Snake here on the other hand is gonna need a good patching up so if you do not mind then I would really like it if I could work in privacy so I can concentrate on my work."
After that Doc shoved everyone out of his little medical room, gave 'Weaver a bit of alcohol to clean the wound as well as some bandage to strap over the wound to make sure it doesn't get infected.
They all scattered off after that, Kass took off with 'Weaver and made sure to clean out her wound thoroughly, they talked a little of the heist and what would be coming next and 'Weaver's suppressed feelings of betrayal against Rose began to boil up to the surface again and she began to look forward to when she could sink her teeth into that bitch.
Of course she'd want answers from Rose first and 'Weaver had no doubt that Creme had his questions as well and if time allowed it they would get their answers one way or another but once Rose was done there would be nothing that could hold 'Weaver back from killing the mare unless she gave a damn good answer on why she betrayed her.
Evening rolled over and 'Weaver was sitting in the living room by herself, she had a lot to think about but the weather outside was cold and rainy so she didn't feel like sitting outside when the moonlight wouldn't warm her so she had opted to sneak down into the living room where no one would probably be this late. She had been right, partly.
Snake walked into the room, looking tired and exhausted.
"Hey, Snake. How you feeling?" 'Weaver asked politely, surprising Snake slightly that he wasn't alone.
"Could've been better but at least I'm alive, we're all alive..." Snake said with a sigh before a moment of silence until he spoke up again. "Thanks by the way."
"For what? You did the majority of the work and made sure we could get out alive and fairly safe, if anything it's I who should be thanking you for not nearly getting us killed again." 'Weaver was a bit taken back at Snake's thanks.
"Yes, but that's not what I was saying it for. You sent Swiss and Kass to find me when you knew I was late and suspected something had gone wrong, I know we've been on edge with each other but I hope I can regain your trust." Snake went and sat down in an armchair and poured up a glass of liquor, asking if 'Weaver wanted any but she declined. He took a sip before he writhed in the chair and cursed.
"You okay, Snake?" 'Weaver asked a bit concerned.
"Yeah, yeah. Damn wound burns when I try and drink and liquor, I may have to give up drinking liquor if the wound doesn't heal." Snake was clenching his eyes shut trying to numb the pain.
'Weaver stood up and looked Snake right in the eyes when he opened them again, her glowing orange slits staring at him, a lesser stallion would've whimpered and fled but not Snake.
"You did damn good, Snake. Thank YOU, Whatever comes next you've got my trust as long as you don't abuse it." With that 'Weaver left the living room for Snake and returned to her attic room and crawled into bed. For once she felt like sleeping, the day had been long and exhausting and she would need to be at her best for what was to come.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Sun 29 Jun 2014, 00:53
Snake watched as 'Weaver left, and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Then, he stood up in rage, chucking his glass of whiskey across the room in rage. The glass shattered against the wall, and Snake fell back into his seat, sobbing violently. How could this have happened to him. From the penthouse of one of the most successful casino's in Las Pegasus to a shitty mansion in the woods. He wanted his old life back: Nice cars, clothes, mares, money.
But he knew he couldn't go back.
He had to accept that. He had to stop holding onto what past he had with the families: Dressing like he did, acting like he did.
Snake stopped sobbing, and stood up, walking calmly to his room. He immediately started throwing out his suits, flinging them into the laundry pile effortlessly. He then walked into the store room, and grabbed a new wardrobe: A collared buttondown with a leather jacket over it, and some denim pants, as well as boots for his hind legs. He had to redefine himself.
He was no longer the seductive, suave, charming stallion Rattle "Venom" Snake. He was now the bloodthirsty stallion Snake, hell-bent on revenge, which he would get or die trying. He would no longer be the pony who sat around and drank whiskey, the clean shaven gentlecolt who always maintained a calm demeanor; He was the pony who would spend every single waking moment of his existence training, learning, scouting, fighting.
Snake touched his burn scar. He knew that he could probably get it re-done by a unicorn doctor, but not until this was over. He would keep it as a reminder to what he was doing this for. Nothing left of the old Snake.
Snake quickly cleaned up, and walked back out into the living room, grabbing his signature booze, and putting it back into the liquor cabinet. He then sighed, and started to walk towards his room, when he walked past Swiss. Swiss recoiled, reaching for a side-arm that wasn't there, and Snake just scoffed.
"Just me, Swiss. Don't try to put another bullet in me," Snake said, smiling with the good part of his face.
"Holy crap. First time I haven't seen you in a three piece," Swiss said, looking him over. "What happened to you?"
"I changed," Snake said, his smile dissapearing. "For the better."
He then pushed his way past Swiss, and walked back to the living room, where he sat down, and lit a cigarette.
But he knew he couldn't go back.
He had to accept that. He had to stop holding onto what past he had with the families: Dressing like he did, acting like he did.
Snake stopped sobbing, and stood up, walking calmly to his room. He immediately started throwing out his suits, flinging them into the laundry pile effortlessly. He then walked into the store room, and grabbed a new wardrobe: A collared buttondown with a leather jacket over it, and some denim pants, as well as boots for his hind legs. He had to redefine himself.
He was no longer the seductive, suave, charming stallion Rattle "Venom" Snake. He was now the bloodthirsty stallion Snake, hell-bent on revenge, which he would get or die trying. He would no longer be the pony who sat around and drank whiskey, the clean shaven gentlecolt who always maintained a calm demeanor; He was the pony who would spend every single waking moment of his existence training, learning, scouting, fighting.
Snake touched his burn scar. He knew that he could probably get it re-done by a unicorn doctor, but not until this was over. He would keep it as a reminder to what he was doing this for. Nothing left of the old Snake.
Snake quickly cleaned up, and walked back out into the living room, grabbing his signature booze, and putting it back into the liquor cabinet. He then sighed, and started to walk towards his room, when he walked past Swiss. Swiss recoiled, reaching for a side-arm that wasn't there, and Snake just scoffed.
"Just me, Swiss. Don't try to put another bullet in me," Snake said, smiling with the good part of his face.
"Holy crap. First time I haven't seen you in a three piece," Swiss said, looking him over. "What happened to you?"
"I changed," Snake said, his smile dissapearing. "For the better."
He then pushed his way past Swiss, and walked back to the living room, where he sat down, and lit a cigarette.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Arualsti Sun 29 Jun 2014, 22:55
Creme let the hot water splash over his body, ignoring the stinging pain as it hit what wounds remained. The constant planning and worry the heist had pushed all other thoughts from his mind, but now he was back at the mansion, they all came flooding back. His bar was now a smoking pile of rubble, he could never go back to that life, even if he wanted to. Rose was still out there, and she wanted his head on a plate, no trying to salvage his old life. He smashed his hoof into the side of the shower, cracking the tile, blood splattering out of a now cracked hoof. He let the red wash away before he wrapped it gently in a towel. Before his life was destroyed he rarely felted pain, physical or mental, but now the physical pain was cathartic, it drew his mind away from dwelling upon the impending possibility of death.
He dried himself off and started his routine of presenting himself for the outside world, his suit and groomed mane were his armour, his charm his weapon, giving up on them now would be like throwing a gun Horsedun River at giving up. And like a gun, he needed to maintain himself or give up completely.
He made his way down to the living room, certain he had seen a bottle of brandy un-molested by any other member of the group. He would need it to ease off into sleep.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a dying fire, spluttering orange and shadows across the room. Creme made his way clumsily through the room, banging his injured hoof on every piece of furniture, cursing quietly in Fancee. He retrieved the bottle, levitating it in his magical grip, when a light flicked on. Creme's eyes darted around the room and settled on curling wisp of smoke rising from a chaise lounge. He made his way around it to see Snake, lying on his back, the mere stub of cigarette poking from his lips. He levitated it away in and replaced it was a fresh one in a swift movement, stubbing out the old cigarette in an overflowing ashtray. Before he managed to light to new one, he gruffly said 'Creme'. It was more a statement than anything else.
'Snake.' Creme replied in a similar fashion, placing the brandy softly on the coffee table between them. He settled himself on an armchair and poured himself a more than generous glass. He offered a glass to Snake, which he refused, and Creme gladly drank his share. They sat in silence for a time as Creme took in Snake's new appearance. No doubt Snake was just waiting for a quip, especially from Creme, but all Creme could think was that now Snake's exterior matched his interior. Snake was a fighter, and preferred to answer injustice with violence. His charm, his smooth appearance, it was all burnt away, like the backdrop in a theatre dropping and revealing how the show is made. Underneath it all, Creme thought, they were all bloodthirsty animals, even him. Snake's armour had just come off, revealing the beast underneath. The beast was hurt now, waiting and watching, planning his next attack with new found ferocity.
Creme shook his head, realising he had been staring, his glass of brandy empty. He poured himself another and wondered how many layers he had left. How many more knocks could he take until he had nothing but vindictive rage left. He was worried that the answer would be less than he wanted. He pressed his hoof into the side of the chair, pain shooting up his leg. It helped drive those thoughts away. He sipped his brandy and regarded Snake again, who had since finished and lit and new cigarette. 'Not having a mane cut too?' he said, his typical smoothness now jagged and slurred by the brandy.
He dried himself off and started his routine of presenting himself for the outside world, his suit and groomed mane were his armour, his charm his weapon, giving up on them now would be like throwing a gun Horsedun River at giving up. And like a gun, he needed to maintain himself or give up completely.
He made his way down to the living room, certain he had seen a bottle of brandy un-molested by any other member of the group. He would need it to ease off into sleep.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a dying fire, spluttering orange and shadows across the room. Creme made his way clumsily through the room, banging his injured hoof on every piece of furniture, cursing quietly in Fancee. He retrieved the bottle, levitating it in his magical grip, when a light flicked on. Creme's eyes darted around the room and settled on curling wisp of smoke rising from a chaise lounge. He made his way around it to see Snake, lying on his back, the mere stub of cigarette poking from his lips. He levitated it away in and replaced it was a fresh one in a swift movement, stubbing out the old cigarette in an overflowing ashtray. Before he managed to light to new one, he gruffly said 'Creme'. It was more a statement than anything else.
'Snake.' Creme replied in a similar fashion, placing the brandy softly on the coffee table between them. He settled himself on an armchair and poured himself a more than generous glass. He offered a glass to Snake, which he refused, and Creme gladly drank his share. They sat in silence for a time as Creme took in Snake's new appearance. No doubt Snake was just waiting for a quip, especially from Creme, but all Creme could think was that now Snake's exterior matched his interior. Snake was a fighter, and preferred to answer injustice with violence. His charm, his smooth appearance, it was all burnt away, like the backdrop in a theatre dropping and revealing how the show is made. Underneath it all, Creme thought, they were all bloodthirsty animals, even him. Snake's armour had just come off, revealing the beast underneath. The beast was hurt now, waiting and watching, planning his next attack with new found ferocity.
Creme shook his head, realising he had been staring, his glass of brandy empty. He poured himself another and wondered how many layers he had left. How many more knocks could he take until he had nothing but vindictive rage left. He was worried that the answer would be less than he wanted. He pressed his hoof into the side of the chair, pain shooting up his leg. It helped drive those thoughts away. He sipped his brandy and regarded Snake again, who had since finished and lit and new cigarette. 'Not having a mane cut too?' he said, his typical smoothness now jagged and slurred by the brandy.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Fluttershy Mon 30 Jun 2014, 05:14
Swiss stood out on a balcony in the rain, looking out to the city lights, deep in thought. He could end this madness right now. Steal a couple thousand dollars, run off to some half assed farm town, and live the rest of his life as a mechanic, fixing farm equipment that was outdated even before the great war. He wasn't personally betrayed by the families, they may not even completely know what he looks like. But no... he had to stay, he had to bring the families down, to purge cities of such corruption. And if Swiss left, the group would be out explosives and maintenance.
Swiss came in from the rain and walked to his room and took a shower, cleaning the day's sweat and blood away. Once done with the shower Swiss got into his bed for sleep. Sleep wouldn't come. Something was bothering him deep down.
He got out of bed and walked downstairs and down to the living room, where most of the booze was stored. He looked over the cabinet for what was least drank. Swiss noticed quite a few vodka bottles and grabbed the first one that he saw that said "100 proof". He began walking back upstairs but was startled by some pony. Swiss instinctively reached for the non-existent gun on his hip.
"Just me, Swiss. Don't try to put another bullet in me," Snake said, smiling with the good part of his face.
"Holy crap. First time I haven't seen you in a three piece," Swiss said, looking him over. "What happened to you?"
"I changed," Snake said, his smile dissapearing. "For the better."
Swiss watched as Snake walked past him, and over to the living room.
He walked back up to the balcony where it had quit raining, and sat down. Swiss had never been a drinker, the most he has had at one time was one or two ciders or beers on a Friday night after work. One of the reasons he never drank was hangovers and heavy machinery never really mix very well. But he didn't have any sort of work tomorrow and he knew the fastest way to get to sleep was going to be a drink.
Swiss opened the bottle with his mouth and took a sniff. "Ugh, I hope it tastes better than it smells" He put the bottle up to his mouth and took a quick drink, but immediately spat it out "bloody fuck" he looked down at the bottle to be sure it was in fact vodka and not rubbing alcohol "who the hell likes this dumbshit drink" Swiss paused for a moment and took another drink, smaller and slower than the first. "eh, its not so bad after you get a moment to get used to it." He took another drink looking out onto the city.
He finally thought of what was bothering him. He had brutalized a mare earlier that day. He had become filled with rage at a tiny slur from a cuffed pony. Why does there have to be bigotry between the races... it's not like we chose what we are born as. Swiss takes another drink. We don't really get to choose many things that have such a huge impact on our lives... most of the rich is born into it and most of the poor is born into poverty. Why can't we all just get along, and ignore what is forced onto us. I'm sure if the bank donated just half of its wealth, there would be no poverty in this city, ponies could actually live on something more than just scraps. Swiss took a drink. Yeah... that would be great... everyone just sharing the wealth.....
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Swiss wakes up in his bed "the fuck happened last night" he sat up but immediately regretting the decision, an overwhelming headache knocked him back down "son of a fuck...."
Swiss came in from the rain and walked to his room and took a shower, cleaning the day's sweat and blood away. Once done with the shower Swiss got into his bed for sleep. Sleep wouldn't come. Something was bothering him deep down.
He got out of bed and walked downstairs and down to the living room, where most of the booze was stored. He looked over the cabinet for what was least drank. Swiss noticed quite a few vodka bottles and grabbed the first one that he saw that said "100 proof". He began walking back upstairs but was startled by some pony. Swiss instinctively reached for the non-existent gun on his hip.
"Just me, Swiss. Don't try to put another bullet in me," Snake said, smiling with the good part of his face.
"Holy crap. First time I haven't seen you in a three piece," Swiss said, looking him over. "What happened to you?"
"I changed," Snake said, his smile dissapearing. "For the better."
Swiss watched as Snake walked past him, and over to the living room.
He walked back up to the balcony where it had quit raining, and sat down. Swiss had never been a drinker, the most he has had at one time was one or two ciders or beers on a Friday night after work. One of the reasons he never drank was hangovers and heavy machinery never really mix very well. But he didn't have any sort of work tomorrow and he knew the fastest way to get to sleep was going to be a drink.
Swiss opened the bottle with his mouth and took a sniff. "Ugh, I hope it tastes better than it smells" He put the bottle up to his mouth and took a quick drink, but immediately spat it out "bloody fuck" he looked down at the bottle to be sure it was in fact vodka and not rubbing alcohol "who the hell likes this dumbshit drink" Swiss paused for a moment and took another drink, smaller and slower than the first. "eh, its not so bad after you get a moment to get used to it." He took another drink looking out onto the city.
He finally thought of what was bothering him. He had brutalized a mare earlier that day. He had become filled with rage at a tiny slur from a cuffed pony. Why does there have to be bigotry between the races... it's not like we chose what we are born as. Swiss takes another drink. We don't really get to choose many things that have such a huge impact on our lives... most of the rich is born into it and most of the poor is born into poverty. Why can't we all just get along, and ignore what is forced onto us. I'm sure if the bank donated just half of its wealth, there would be no poverty in this city, ponies could actually live on something more than just scraps. Swiss took a drink. Yeah... that would be great... everyone just sharing the wealth.....
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Swiss wakes up in his bed "the fuck happened last night" he sat up but immediately regretting the decision, an overwhelming headache knocked him back down "son of a fuck...."
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Fri 04 Jul 2014, 23:23
Snake woke up the next morning, and quickly got into the shower. He bathed himself, the feeling of rage slightly subdued without the catalyst that was alcohol. When he got out, he quickly lit a cigarette, and changed into his new clothes. He holstered his dual pistols, and decided to check the armory for a new signature long weapon. As he entered, his eyes immediately went towards a pump action shotgun seemingly abandoned in the corner. He quickly walked over to it, and picked it up, inspecting it.
The weapon was an 8 gauge shotgun, obviously modified for a rather large pony to fire. It was etched with what looked like a Mild West battle scene upon the side, and had tick marks on the stock, 3 sets of five. Snake decided that he would carry on the killcount himself. He brought the weapon to his room, and set it on the bed, before cleaning it eagerly.
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Rose sat glassy eyed, as Orchid and Clover sat across from her. Their food was already cold, and they all were in complete silence.
"3 million dollars, Rose." Orchid simply said, taking a drink of water from her glass. "That is a lot of money."
"I.. I know," Rose said, and Orchid simply smiled.
"The FBI were in on this, Rose. Whatever the theifs didn't steal, the FBI stole, and you know the FBI is incorruptible," Clover said, his voice gruff with anger. "3 million dollars of support we lost. All the money and weapons the Griffons sent over."
"I.."
"No! You don't fucking know!" screamed Clover, standing up, and grabbing his signature Colt Walker with his mouth. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fucking kill you right now! Your family is weak: Your men incompetent, your security shit, everything about you DISSAPOINTING!"
"Well, one reason is that you'd be wasting your ammo. I'm sure the elites' are on their way to kill her themselves," Orchid said calmly, before sighing. "Your family is finished, Rose. Take my advice: Leave town, never come back, or else be assured, those who have nearly destroyed your family in the past month will also destroy you. And they will not make it quick, they will not make it painless."
Clover lowered his gun, and turned to leave. Orchid followed him, without even so much as a goodbye.
"You're next."
Orchid turned, a look of slight suprise on her face. "What was that."
A small smile was upon Rose's face, her glassy eyes focused upon the other bosses.
"After they're done with me, they'll realize that their dream isn't so far from their hooves. They will follow you til the end of the world, perhaps even farther, to make sure you will breathe your last breath at their mercy. They will make sure they will be the ones to end you," Rose said. "Make no mistake, we're all on limited time."
Clover just scoffed, but Orchid stared Rose down, her eyes filled with an obvious cautiousness.
"As if. She's just grasping at straws." Clover said, before leaving. Orchid stayed.
"Either you have hit the edge of paranoia, or you've realized how this is going to play out," said Orchid. "For my sake, I hope it was the first one."
and with that she left.
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"Allright, listen up," Snake said, cigarette in mouth. "This is it. I have just been informed that all the guards lent to the Rose family have left due to lack of pay, so now only roughly a third of their full fighting force is left. We can put them down tonight."
"Are you sure? We're still kinda recovering from the heist yesterday," Said Blue Shield, who was drinking a bottle of vodka. "You especially."
"There's two of us who want payback, at least one of us who would just be content to see Rose's brains splattered all over the wall, and five of us who want to see all these fuckers go to hell, so I'm sure we can find the strength and effort to kill Rose. Any objections?" Snake asked, in which there was no reply. "Good. Get locked and loaded. We leave at 5:00 o'clock."
Everypony spread out, and Snake returned to his room. He quickly put on his body armor, loaded his shotgun, filled a bandoleer with shotgun shells, as well as a good group of magazines for his M1911s'. He then went out to the van, and filled it with weapons and medical gear. While hopefully nopony would need any of it, Snake just had to make sure.
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The group sat in the van, Snake and 'Weaver in the front of the car. They drove quickly towards the Roses' mansion, and stopped at the front gates. The group sat their quietly for a moment, and Snake sighed.
"If any of you don't make it out, or I don't make it out, I just want to say, its been a fuckin' honor to kill assholes with you guys," Snake said, getting a slight chuckle out of the group. "And I mean it. I prefer you bag of misfits to any outfit I served with in the war."
The van went silent again, and Snake got out, pumping his shotgun, staring at the mansion.
"Let's get to it."
The weapon was an 8 gauge shotgun, obviously modified for a rather large pony to fire. It was etched with what looked like a Mild West battle scene upon the side, and had tick marks on the stock, 3 sets of five. Snake decided that he would carry on the killcount himself. He brought the weapon to his room, and set it on the bed, before cleaning it eagerly.
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Rose sat glassy eyed, as Orchid and Clover sat across from her. Their food was already cold, and they all were in complete silence.
"3 million dollars, Rose." Orchid simply said, taking a drink of water from her glass. "That is a lot of money."
"I.. I know," Rose said, and Orchid simply smiled.
"The FBI were in on this, Rose. Whatever the theifs didn't steal, the FBI stole, and you know the FBI is incorruptible," Clover said, his voice gruff with anger. "3 million dollars of support we lost. All the money and weapons the Griffons sent over."
"I.."
"No! You don't fucking know!" screamed Clover, standing up, and grabbing his signature Colt Walker with his mouth. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fucking kill you right now! Your family is weak: Your men incompetent, your security shit, everything about you DISSAPOINTING!"
"Well, one reason is that you'd be wasting your ammo. I'm sure the elites' are on their way to kill her themselves," Orchid said calmly, before sighing. "Your family is finished, Rose. Take my advice: Leave town, never come back, or else be assured, those who have nearly destroyed your family in the past month will also destroy you. And they will not make it quick, they will not make it painless."
Clover lowered his gun, and turned to leave. Orchid followed him, without even so much as a goodbye.
"You're next."
Orchid turned, a look of slight suprise on her face. "What was that."
A small smile was upon Rose's face, her glassy eyes focused upon the other bosses.
"After they're done with me, they'll realize that their dream isn't so far from their hooves. They will follow you til the end of the world, perhaps even farther, to make sure you will breathe your last breath at their mercy. They will make sure they will be the ones to end you," Rose said. "Make no mistake, we're all on limited time."
Clover just scoffed, but Orchid stared Rose down, her eyes filled with an obvious cautiousness.
"As if. She's just grasping at straws." Clover said, before leaving. Orchid stayed.
"Either you have hit the edge of paranoia, or you've realized how this is going to play out," said Orchid. "For my sake, I hope it was the first one."
and with that she left.
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"Allright, listen up," Snake said, cigarette in mouth. "This is it. I have just been informed that all the guards lent to the Rose family have left due to lack of pay, so now only roughly a third of their full fighting force is left. We can put them down tonight."
"Are you sure? We're still kinda recovering from the heist yesterday," Said Blue Shield, who was drinking a bottle of vodka. "You especially."
"There's two of us who want payback, at least one of us who would just be content to see Rose's brains splattered all over the wall, and five of us who want to see all these fuckers go to hell, so I'm sure we can find the strength and effort to kill Rose. Any objections?" Snake asked, in which there was no reply. "Good. Get locked and loaded. We leave at 5:00 o'clock."
Everypony spread out, and Snake returned to his room. He quickly put on his body armor, loaded his shotgun, filled a bandoleer with shotgun shells, as well as a good group of magazines for his M1911s'. He then went out to the van, and filled it with weapons and medical gear. While hopefully nopony would need any of it, Snake just had to make sure.
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The group sat in the van, Snake and 'Weaver in the front of the car. They drove quickly towards the Roses' mansion, and stopped at the front gates. The group sat their quietly for a moment, and Snake sighed.
"If any of you don't make it out, or I don't make it out, I just want to say, its been a fuckin' honor to kill assholes with you guys," Snake said, getting a slight chuckle out of the group. "And I mean it. I prefer you bag of misfits to any outfit I served with in the war."
The van went silent again, and Snake got out, pumping his shotgun, staring at the mansion.
"Let's get to it."
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Arualsti Sat 05 Jul 2014, 23:07
Creme sat alone in his room, a pen floating next to him, a crisp, white piece of paper on the desk. He had written 'Mon cher Mere' at the top, but nothing else. He didn't know what sort of letter it would be. A goodbye letter? The possibility of his demise was certainly in the front of Creme's mind. Maybe he should write his will? He had barely anything to give, it had all been taken from him. He wasn't even sure if he should even send a letter. What if it got intercepted? What if the families sent someone after his parents? He had to let them know he was alright though, and that he loved them. He poised the pen over the paper when his door burst open. There stood Tootsie, clad in nothing but a cream negligee. She posed in the doorway, the shape of her body accentuated. He couldn't quite make out her cutie mark through the sheer of the gown. Her blonde mane fell in loose curls over her shoulders. It was enough to make any mare or stallion quiver right down to their nethers. It did nothing for Creme though. He wasn't gay, he wasn't really straight either. Just uninterested in pursuing that which held no value for him. He could flirt and charm with any clientèle if it made him money, but without that allure it felt pointless to him.
“Hey handsome” she said, trying to hide her thick, nasally accent. “Want me to relieve some tension? I know you like me”
“Go away Tootsie, i'm busy” said Creme, a strain in his voice. He did not like Tootsie. She annoyed him beyond belief. He had grown to respect her slightly, she had skills, but they were wrapped up in several layers of crazy.
“Come on honey, I can be who you want, do what you like, i'm very flexible” She said, biting her lip.
Creme lit his horn, not to try to persuade her, her found his magic barely affected her, but to try to close the door “Go away, NOW!” he shouted, pushing her out.
She backward onto her rump as the door shut, her attempted illusion of sexiness dropping. Through the closed door he heard her shouting “Well fuck you too, i'll go find a stallion who fucks mares, not some fucking homo horse into getting ass raped. Maybe i'll find a nice mare and lick her cunt nice and slow, not that you'll know what that is like, fucking pillow biter” She bucked the door a few times for good measure, screamed a few expletives, and then all was quiet. Creme sighed and fell back on his chair, pen still poised above the page.
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Tootsie pranced around her room, floating her small array of garments behind her. Her make up floated next to her as she tried to apply it whilst jumping. The lipstick jittered around her mouth and the mascara splottered around her eyes. She stopped abruptly in front of the mirror “Stupid, stupid” she muttered, smacking her hoof on her head. She grabbed a wet towel and scrubbed her face clean. She re-applied the make up, this time sat still in front of her vanity mirror. She grabbed a small pallete of different coloured fur paints and a dozen brushes, all floating deftly in her magic grasp, her clothes still floating behind her. She turned her body awkwardly to get a good view of her rump. She had a mottled pink blemish on each side where her cutie marks ought to be. She tapped a brush on the side of her head, deciding what motif Creme would find most appealing. A cocktail, like his? A bottle of wine? A fancy suit? Tootsie grinned, a picture of her? He did find her appealing, didn't he? She decided on a long flute of bubbling champagne. That was classy, like she was. And from Fancee, like him. He was bound to like that. She painted the mark on both sides, her precise magic getting every fine detail of the bubbles right. Satisfied, she stared in the mirror and began working on her mane.
“You are a beautiful, smart, classy pony” she said to herself over and over, curling her locks. She knew she was, apart from when she was ugly, stupid and vulgar, but that wasn't really her after all was it?
She finally turned to her floating clothes, picking out the see through negligee. She giggled to herself, no stallion could resist her like that, she should know, she had been told that enough times.
She began to canter out her room, giddy as a school filly, then she stopped “Shhh!” she whispered “Stop it. Stupid, stupid”. She continued making her way to Creme's room, this time striding softly and elegantly. His door was open, that must mean he was expecting her. She pushed the door open and posed.
“Hey handsome” she said, in her seductive voice.
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Tootsie rubbed her sore rump trying to stop herself from crying. She kicked the door once for good measure, then stomped off. She muttered expletives under her breath. It wasn't fair, she was a pretty little pony, she knew that, why did Creme ignore her? She rounded a corner sharply and tumbled into someone. The angry part of her puffed up, but was quickly calmed when she realised she had landed squarely on top of Swiss.
“Sorry!” he spluttered, quickly lifting her off him quickly “Guess i'll, er, see you tomorrow, goodnight” He tried to scurry past her, but Tootsie stood in his way “Hurrying somewhere?” She said “You need to learn to relax, sugar” She reached her hooves out and began to rub his shoulders. “Oooh honey, you are tense, you know I can help you with all that tight tension, I can rub you the right way until you ain't got an ounce of stiffness left”
“Hey handsome” she said, trying to hide her thick, nasally accent. “Want me to relieve some tension? I know you like me”
“Go away Tootsie, i'm busy” said Creme, a strain in his voice. He did not like Tootsie. She annoyed him beyond belief. He had grown to respect her slightly, she had skills, but they were wrapped up in several layers of crazy.
“Come on honey, I can be who you want, do what you like, i'm very flexible” She said, biting her lip.
Creme lit his horn, not to try to persuade her, her found his magic barely affected her, but to try to close the door “Go away, NOW!” he shouted, pushing her out.
She backward onto her rump as the door shut, her attempted illusion of sexiness dropping. Through the closed door he heard her shouting “Well fuck you too, i'll go find a stallion who fucks mares, not some fucking homo horse into getting ass raped. Maybe i'll find a nice mare and lick her cunt nice and slow, not that you'll know what that is like, fucking pillow biter” She bucked the door a few times for good measure, screamed a few expletives, and then all was quiet. Creme sighed and fell back on his chair, pen still poised above the page.
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Tootsie pranced around her room, floating her small array of garments behind her. Her make up floated next to her as she tried to apply it whilst jumping. The lipstick jittered around her mouth and the mascara splottered around her eyes. She stopped abruptly in front of the mirror “Stupid, stupid” she muttered, smacking her hoof on her head. She grabbed a wet towel and scrubbed her face clean. She re-applied the make up, this time sat still in front of her vanity mirror. She grabbed a small pallete of different coloured fur paints and a dozen brushes, all floating deftly in her magic grasp, her clothes still floating behind her. She turned her body awkwardly to get a good view of her rump. She had a mottled pink blemish on each side where her cutie marks ought to be. She tapped a brush on the side of her head, deciding what motif Creme would find most appealing. A cocktail, like his? A bottle of wine? A fancy suit? Tootsie grinned, a picture of her? He did find her appealing, didn't he? She decided on a long flute of bubbling champagne. That was classy, like she was. And from Fancee, like him. He was bound to like that. She painted the mark on both sides, her precise magic getting every fine detail of the bubbles right. Satisfied, she stared in the mirror and began working on her mane.
“You are a beautiful, smart, classy pony” she said to herself over and over, curling her locks. She knew she was, apart from when she was ugly, stupid and vulgar, but that wasn't really her after all was it?
She finally turned to her floating clothes, picking out the see through negligee. She giggled to herself, no stallion could resist her like that, she should know, she had been told that enough times.
She began to canter out her room, giddy as a school filly, then she stopped “Shhh!” she whispered “Stop it. Stupid, stupid”. She continued making her way to Creme's room, this time striding softly and elegantly. His door was open, that must mean he was expecting her. She pushed the door open and posed.
“Hey handsome” she said, in her seductive voice.
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Tootsie rubbed her sore rump trying to stop herself from crying. She kicked the door once for good measure, then stomped off. She muttered expletives under her breath. It wasn't fair, she was a pretty little pony, she knew that, why did Creme ignore her? She rounded a corner sharply and tumbled into someone. The angry part of her puffed up, but was quickly calmed when she realised she had landed squarely on top of Swiss.
“Sorry!” he spluttered, quickly lifting her off him quickly “Guess i'll, er, see you tomorrow, goodnight” He tried to scurry past her, but Tootsie stood in his way “Hurrying somewhere?” She said “You need to learn to relax, sugar” She reached her hooves out and began to rub his shoulders. “Oooh honey, you are tense, you know I can help you with all that tight tension, I can rub you the right way until you ain't got an ounce of stiffness left”
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Pegabella Mon 07 Jul 2014, 03:24
Kass sighed as she walked into her room, and closed the door. Her hair was a mess, and her fur was stained with the blood of others. she turned on the shower and stepped in, allowing all the dirt and grime wash off her fur and into the drain. the boiling water felt soothing against her fur as she lathered the shampoo into her long locks.
After she finished, she brushed her hair decided to cut her bangs differently, so they hung in a straight line just over her eyes.She then grabbed an herbal mix she had learned to make in the forest. Kass dabbed some on her eyelids, and when she opened them, her eye color had changed to light green. “Might want to show the others this...It may come in handy…although it only lasts for a day or two...” She said as she tucked the mix away.
After her little transformation, Kass seemed unrecognizable. This prompted her to climb on the window sill and jump out into the air. Kass lost herself in the bliss of airtime and found herself in the city. She landed on a street bustling with younger couples and party goers, and decided to stop in a nearby bar. Kass sat on a stool and gathered in her surroundings.’haven’t been to a place like this in ages...’ she thought to herself before she was interrupted by the bartender. “Can I get you anything?” The mare asked.“Gin and tonic please.”
Kass took a sip of her drink and smiled at the familiar burn the alcohol left as it traveled through her pipes. Suddenly a sharply dressed colt came and sat next to her. He looked her up and down, and waved for the bartender.
“ A glass of bourbon for me...and a martini for the pretty lady over here" He said before shooting Kass a charming grin. Kass looked at him strangely and then down at the drink she already had at her hooves.
She examined the unicorn colt, who had a slicked back dark blue mane with a golden stripe running through it. His eyes shone a bright emerald color and his fur was a striking metallic silver. Kass quickly averted her eyes before the waitress came and brought them their drinks. The colt looked at Kass and slid the martini toward her. “ The name is Wolfgang by the way. She looked at him and smiled slightly. “Kara.” The colt glanced at her with an expression of intrigue.
“Well Kara...it’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He said before gesturing her to drink. She took the Martini and sipped, receiving jealous glares from a few mares across the bar. She winked at them which caused them to huddle together and whisper. Kass smirked and began to converse with Wolfgang.
After around an hour Kass decided she should head home, and Wolfgang walked her out of the building.
“ So...Kara...I wouldn’t want a pretty mare like you wandering around the city alone at this hour...so how about you come over my place and stay the night?”
Kass smiled and shook her head slightly. “Thank you for the offer...but I think I am going to head home. I have a long day ahead…” Wolfgang grabbed her hoof before she left.
“Uh..are you sure? I’ve got plenty of room for you.”
Kass tugged her hoof away gently and turned to leave. “Maybe next time...Thank you for the drinks Wolfgang...I had a lot of fun.” She said before beginning to walk down the street.
“But…” Wolfgang tried to talk her into going with him, but Kass denied. He finally gave in. “Alright Miss...until next time.”
Kass turned the street and waved to him. “Till next time.” Although she knew she was most likely never to see him again.
Kass flew to the mansion, and noticed a batpony mare sitting on the roof. She flew up behind Weaver to hang out with her and was greeted by Weaver tackling her to the ground and pulling out a small blade. “Woa woa Weaver its me! It’s Kass!!” Weaver looked into Kass’ eyes just in time to realize who she was staring at.
After she finished, she brushed her hair decided to cut her bangs differently, so they hung in a straight line just over her eyes.She then grabbed an herbal mix she had learned to make in the forest. Kass dabbed some on her eyelids, and when she opened them, her eye color had changed to light green. “Might want to show the others this...It may come in handy…although it only lasts for a day or two...” She said as she tucked the mix away.
After her little transformation, Kass seemed unrecognizable. This prompted her to climb on the window sill and jump out into the air. Kass lost herself in the bliss of airtime and found herself in the city. She landed on a street bustling with younger couples and party goers, and decided to stop in a nearby bar. Kass sat on a stool and gathered in her surroundings.’haven’t been to a place like this in ages...’ she thought to herself before she was interrupted by the bartender. “Can I get you anything?” The mare asked.“Gin and tonic please.”
Kass took a sip of her drink and smiled at the familiar burn the alcohol left as it traveled through her pipes. Suddenly a sharply dressed colt came and sat next to her. He looked her up and down, and waved for the bartender.
“ A glass of bourbon for me...and a martini for the pretty lady over here" He said before shooting Kass a charming grin. Kass looked at him strangely and then down at the drink she already had at her hooves.
She examined the unicorn colt, who had a slicked back dark blue mane with a golden stripe running through it. His eyes shone a bright emerald color and his fur was a striking metallic silver. Kass quickly averted her eyes before the waitress came and brought them their drinks. The colt looked at Kass and slid the martini toward her. “ The name is Wolfgang by the way. She looked at him and smiled slightly. “Kara.” The colt glanced at her with an expression of intrigue.
“Well Kara...it’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He said before gesturing her to drink. She took the Martini and sipped, receiving jealous glares from a few mares across the bar. She winked at them which caused them to huddle together and whisper. Kass smirked and began to converse with Wolfgang.
After around an hour Kass decided she should head home, and Wolfgang walked her out of the building.
“ So...Kara...I wouldn’t want a pretty mare like you wandering around the city alone at this hour...so how about you come over my place and stay the night?”
Kass smiled and shook her head slightly. “Thank you for the offer...but I think I am going to head home. I have a long day ahead…” Wolfgang grabbed her hoof before she left.
“Uh..are you sure? I’ve got plenty of room for you.”
Kass tugged her hoof away gently and turned to leave. “Maybe next time...Thank you for the drinks Wolfgang...I had a lot of fun.” She said before beginning to walk down the street.
“But…” Wolfgang tried to talk her into going with him, but Kass denied. He finally gave in. “Alright Miss...until next time.”
Kass turned the street and waved to him. “Till next time.” Although she knew she was most likely never to see him again.
Kass flew to the mansion, and noticed a batpony mare sitting on the roof. She flew up behind Weaver to hang out with her and was greeted by Weaver tackling her to the ground and pulling out a small blade. “Woa woa Weaver its me! It’s Kass!!” Weaver looked into Kass’ eyes just in time to realize who she was staring at.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Fluttershy Tue 08 Jul 2014, 03:37
“UUUUUUH, whoever invented strong alcohol should be punched” Swiss mustered up the strength to roll out of bed and onto the floor, he laid there for a moment before wearily standing. He looked around the room and saw the vodka bottle. He walked over, picked up the bottle and noticed it was empty “Damn, I didn’t know that was possible”. Swiss walked to the bathroom, almost stumbling, splashed his face with cold water from the sink, and looked at his face in the mirror. There was a mark on his neck. “What the hell….” He poked it and realized the mark was a bruise. He moved his neck and head to the mirror to get a closer look. “Is… is that a bite mark… how and why did I get bit… in the neck…”
He walked outside his room, to retrace his steps of what happened the night before. Swiss walked out to the balcony and looked at the late morning sky. Some memories came back “Heh heh, I was out here drinking last night… I had some hairbrained idea about some government or some bullshit.”
Swiss began wandering the mansion, looking for anything that can bring back his memory. He walked past Creme’s room and another memory came back. “I bumped into Tootsie here last night… I don’t really remember what happened after I bumped into her though. Maybe she can remember what happened though.” Swiss continued wandering, but now he was in search of that vulgar mare.
He walked downstairs and began searching the rooms. He walked to the living room’s doorway and looked in, most of the rest of the crew was there, minus a few including the one mare he was looking for. Swiss pushed past the living room, just wandering around the mansion, when he found Tootsie, the most masculine mare he has ever seen. If it wasn’t for her pink coat he would almost think she was a stallion.
“Mornin’ sweetheart.”
“Hey, um, Tootsie, I remember bumping into last night, but I can’t remember what happened after that… d-do you happen to remember” Swiss somehow managed to get out, hoping he didn’t say or do anything too embarrassing. This was the first time he had ever gotten really drunk, while he trusts that he wouldn’t do anything too outrageous, he was positive that he would never
“yeah, you fucked me”
“what”
“You don’t remember? eh, well, that was the first time I’ve seen you smashed since I was here, I guess you’re one of those pussies that can’t handle his booze. Yeah, you fucked me, rutted me in your room. Not the best I’ve had, but, eh”
“what….. no-no-no-no-no I would never...” The memories came back
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“Oooh honey, you are tense, you know I can help you with all that tight tension, I can rub you the right way until you ain't got an ounce of stiffness left” Tootsie said, sensually rubbing Swiss’s shoulders.
Swiss calmed down and looked over the pink mare. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A platinum blond lock of mane curled down in front of one of her eyes. Her feminine yet muscular body covered in see-through cream gowns. He looked deep into her shimmering eyes “What do you mean by that?”
She quickly moved her head in and kissed Swiss directly on the lips “Take me”
Swiss could feel a bit of pressure down in his loins “uh s-sure, we can go to my room”
She was practically dragging him down the hallway, trotting down to his room. On the way Swiss got a faint smell of something slightly musky. With Tootsie in front of him this was the first real time he could see her hot box. A few drips were starting to form on her lips and the smell was getting to him. He could feel his member unsheath just as they made it to his door.
He opened the door and they rushed in, Tootsie tackling Swiss onto his bed, closing the door with her magic. “Now you are going to rut me, HARD” She kissed him on the lips as she laid on top of him, him laying on his back, legs outstretched, member fully unsheathed. Her tongue went deep in his mouth, as if it was searching. She slid down his stomach, leaving a wet trail. Her slit barely touched the head of his member and it twitched. “Oo-hoo, someone’s twitchy. Don’t worry honey, by the time I’m done you won’t be straining anymore. You’d like that”
“yes” was the only thing that he could manage to get out of his mouth, the one and only thought on his mind now was climaxing.
She continued sliding down, her slit rubbing against the entire length of his member, all the way down to his balls. She got up, moved to the foot of the bed and looked at the defenseless stallion in front of her, completely in her control. “Get off the bed” Without a second’s delay, Swiss was off the bed. Tootsie moved up and pressed her head down on the pillows, leaving her rear legs extended, cherry out in the air, now completely covered in her juices. She flicked her tail over her back. “Mount me” Swiss immediately jumped back on the bed. He placed his front legs in front of her hips and guided his member to her slit, solely by feel. His head slowly passed into her warm, moist lips. He kept pressing until his entire member was inside her. He pulled half of his length out and shoved it back in, grunting. She let out a quiet moan. He continued this until he felt he was close to finishing.
“Get off.” Swiss instinctively wanted to finish inside but obeyed. “now you lie down and I’ll suck you off” Tootsie said, getting up and stretching her forelegs and neck. Swiss lied down on his back where she just was. She sat at the foot of the bed between his legs. She stuck her tongue out and licked the entire length of his member, weaving back and forth. She put her mouth around his tip and sucked slightly. He whimpered, he was so close. She lowered her head, taking more into her mouth. It was too much for him and he climaxed in her mouth. She kept his seed in her mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting. As his member fell limp and began retracting back into its sheath she moved up his body and up to his mouth. She placed her lips on his and his milky white juice flow into his mouth. He swallowed and passed out.
“I still got it” Said Tootsie as she leaned down and placed a hickie at the base of Swiss’s neck.
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“Shit…. I can’t believe I did that” He said, looking at the ground from embarrassment. “But I don’t remember where this came from” he said while pointing at the bite mark.
“Oh that’s when I fucked you”
“what”
“Yeah, after you rutted me you wanted me to return the favor.”
“what”
“Used a strap-on made from my magic.”
“A-are you kidding me…”
“Oh and you may or may not be pregnant, I’m not entirely sure how it works.”
“You are fucking me, you gotta be fucking me”
“One: It’s fucked. Two: I don’t know, I’ve heard a story a mare got pregnant from another mare using magic.”
“No-no-no-no-no this can’t be happening. No-no-no biology doesn’t work that way.”
“Yeah yeah, and biology doesn’t let two mares fuck and have a kid.”
“No-no-no-no this can’t be happening, I don’t want a kid yet. NO” Swiss immediately turned around and took off running back to his room “NO I DON’T WANT TO BE PREGNANT” he yelled at the top of his lungs as he passed the door of the living room. He ran upstairs passed ‘Weaver without pausing “NOOOO”. He got to his room, slamming and locking the door.
‘Weaver remained standing standing in the hallway, frozen from confusion “What the hell?” Tootsie come running up, trying to catch her breath from laughing. “Tootsie, what the fuck did you do with Swiss? We kinda need him for what's coming up later today and now isn't the time to fuck around.”
“BAHAHAHA I- hehhehheh I told him that AHAHAHAH that I got him *snicker* PREGNANT BAHAHAHA and the dumb fuck believed me.”
"God damn it, are you gonna calm him down or am I gonna have to do it?"
Tootsie fell over from laughter “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S PREGNANT”
"Fucking hell, fine I'll go do it." ‘Weaver walked down the hall to Swiss’s room and knocked on the door. "Swiss calm the hell down, what did Tootsie do?"
“We-had-sex-last-night-and-she-just-told-me-she-used-a-magic-penis-and-now-I’m-pregnant *inhale* I DON’T WANT A KID!” Swiss blurted out, still locked in his room.
“Tootsie you fucker!” ‘Weaver yelled down the hallway at the mare who was still on the floor laughing “Swiss you moron a unicorn can't get you pregnant, Tootsie is just fucking around with you. Now calm down, straighten up and come meet us in the living room when you're done screaming like a filly." She walked down stairs, not waiting to see Swiss’s response.
Swiss, trusting ‘Weaver much more than he would ever trust Tootsie, did calm down. Swiss opened his door and walked down to the living room, head hung in embarrassment.
He walked outside his room, to retrace his steps of what happened the night before. Swiss walked out to the balcony and looked at the late morning sky. Some memories came back “Heh heh, I was out here drinking last night… I had some hairbrained idea about some government or some bullshit.”
Swiss began wandering the mansion, looking for anything that can bring back his memory. He walked past Creme’s room and another memory came back. “I bumped into Tootsie here last night… I don’t really remember what happened after I bumped into her though. Maybe she can remember what happened though.” Swiss continued wandering, but now he was in search of that vulgar mare.
He walked downstairs and began searching the rooms. He walked to the living room’s doorway and looked in, most of the rest of the crew was there, minus a few including the one mare he was looking for. Swiss pushed past the living room, just wandering around the mansion, when he found Tootsie, the most masculine mare he has ever seen. If it wasn’t for her pink coat he would almost think she was a stallion.
“Mornin’ sweetheart.”
“Hey, um, Tootsie, I remember bumping into last night, but I can’t remember what happened after that… d-do you happen to remember” Swiss somehow managed to get out, hoping he didn’t say or do anything too embarrassing. This was the first time he had ever gotten really drunk, while he trusts that he wouldn’t do anything too outrageous, he was positive that he would never
“yeah, you fucked me”
“what”
“You don’t remember? eh, well, that was the first time I’ve seen you smashed since I was here, I guess you’re one of those pussies that can’t handle his booze. Yeah, you fucked me, rutted me in your room. Not the best I’ve had, but, eh”
“what….. no-no-no-no-no I would never...” The memories came back
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“Oooh honey, you are tense, you know I can help you with all that tight tension, I can rub you the right way until you ain't got an ounce of stiffness left” Tootsie said, sensually rubbing Swiss’s shoulders.
Swiss calmed down and looked over the pink mare. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A platinum blond lock of mane curled down in front of one of her eyes. Her feminine yet muscular body covered in see-through cream gowns. He looked deep into her shimmering eyes “What do you mean by that?”
She quickly moved her head in and kissed Swiss directly on the lips “Take me”
Swiss could feel a bit of pressure down in his loins “uh s-sure, we can go to my room”
She was practically dragging him down the hallway, trotting down to his room. On the way Swiss got a faint smell of something slightly musky. With Tootsie in front of him this was the first real time he could see her hot box. A few drips were starting to form on her lips and the smell was getting to him. He could feel his member unsheath just as they made it to his door.
He opened the door and they rushed in, Tootsie tackling Swiss onto his bed, closing the door with her magic. “Now you are going to rut me, HARD” She kissed him on the lips as she laid on top of him, him laying on his back, legs outstretched, member fully unsheathed. Her tongue went deep in his mouth, as if it was searching. She slid down his stomach, leaving a wet trail. Her slit barely touched the head of his member and it twitched. “Oo-hoo, someone’s twitchy. Don’t worry honey, by the time I’m done you won’t be straining anymore. You’d like that”
“yes” was the only thing that he could manage to get out of his mouth, the one and only thought on his mind now was climaxing.
She continued sliding down, her slit rubbing against the entire length of his member, all the way down to his balls. She got up, moved to the foot of the bed and looked at the defenseless stallion in front of her, completely in her control. “Get off the bed” Without a second’s delay, Swiss was off the bed. Tootsie moved up and pressed her head down on the pillows, leaving her rear legs extended, cherry out in the air, now completely covered in her juices. She flicked her tail over her back. “Mount me” Swiss immediately jumped back on the bed. He placed his front legs in front of her hips and guided his member to her slit, solely by feel. His head slowly passed into her warm, moist lips. He kept pressing until his entire member was inside her. He pulled half of his length out and shoved it back in, grunting. She let out a quiet moan. He continued this until he felt he was close to finishing.
“Get off.” Swiss instinctively wanted to finish inside but obeyed. “now you lie down and I’ll suck you off” Tootsie said, getting up and stretching her forelegs and neck. Swiss lied down on his back where she just was. She sat at the foot of the bed between his legs. She stuck her tongue out and licked the entire length of his member, weaving back and forth. She put her mouth around his tip and sucked slightly. He whimpered, he was so close. She lowered her head, taking more into her mouth. It was too much for him and he climaxed in her mouth. She kept his seed in her mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting. As his member fell limp and began retracting back into its sheath she moved up his body and up to his mouth. She placed her lips on his and his milky white juice flow into his mouth. He swallowed and passed out.
“I still got it” Said Tootsie as she leaned down and placed a hickie at the base of Swiss’s neck.
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“Shit…. I can’t believe I did that” He said, looking at the ground from embarrassment. “But I don’t remember where this came from” he said while pointing at the bite mark.
“Oh that’s when I fucked you”
“what”
“Yeah, after you rutted me you wanted me to return the favor.”
“what”
“Used a strap-on made from my magic.”
“A-are you kidding me…”
“Oh and you may or may not be pregnant, I’m not entirely sure how it works.”
“You are fucking me, you gotta be fucking me”
“One: It’s fucked. Two: I don’t know, I’ve heard a story a mare got pregnant from another mare using magic.”
“No-no-no-no-no this can’t be happening. No-no-no biology doesn’t work that way.”
“Yeah yeah, and biology doesn’t let two mares fuck and have a kid.”
“No-no-no-no this can’t be happening, I don’t want a kid yet. NO” Swiss immediately turned around and took off running back to his room “NO I DON’T WANT TO BE PREGNANT” he yelled at the top of his lungs as he passed the door of the living room. He ran upstairs passed ‘Weaver without pausing “NOOOO”. He got to his room, slamming and locking the door.
‘Weaver remained standing standing in the hallway, frozen from confusion “What the hell?” Tootsie come running up, trying to catch her breath from laughing. “Tootsie, what the fuck did you do with Swiss? We kinda need him for what's coming up later today and now isn't the time to fuck around.”
“BAHAHAHA I- hehhehheh I told him that AHAHAHAH that I got him *snicker* PREGNANT BAHAHAHA and the dumb fuck believed me.”
"God damn it, are you gonna calm him down or am I gonna have to do it?"
Tootsie fell over from laughter “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S PREGNANT”
"Fucking hell, fine I'll go do it." ‘Weaver walked down the hall to Swiss’s room and knocked on the door. "Swiss calm the hell down, what did Tootsie do?"
“We-had-sex-last-night-and-she-just-told-me-she-used-a-magic-penis-and-now-I’m-pregnant *inhale* I DON’T WANT A KID!” Swiss blurted out, still locked in his room.
“Tootsie you fucker!” ‘Weaver yelled down the hallway at the mare who was still on the floor laughing “Swiss you moron a unicorn can't get you pregnant, Tootsie is just fucking around with you. Now calm down, straighten up and come meet us in the living room when you're done screaming like a filly." She walked down stairs, not waiting to see Swiss’s response.
Swiss, trusting ‘Weaver much more than he would ever trust Tootsie, did calm down. Swiss opened his door and walked down to the living room, head hung in embarrassment.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Cloudchaser Tue 08 Jul 2014, 15:34
The following day not very much happened, Snake's attitude had gotten colder, more serious and he seemed to be burning for revenge now. While it was a bit concerning, 'Weaver didn't give it much thought, they had all been through hell and back multiple times. Not only in the past month or so after coming together but even before that when working for their respective bosses.
As 'Weaver sat on the roof for herself as she found herself doing often these days, the moonlight was relaxing to her and while she didn't have any personal affiliation with Princess Luna, she still did appreciate the moon. Not that there was anything wrong with Princess Celestia and her sun, it was just due to her own nature that the moon had a calming effect on her.
Soon it would be time to assault Rose's mansion, confront the first of the crime lords.. It still amazed 'Weaver somewhat that they had managed to even get this far, 4 ponies from all the rivaling crime families and then a simple mechanic who had been dragged into this mess. Probably against his will, though it did seem like Swiss was beginning to grow a liking to the rag tag group and so far no one had killed one another.
Thinking about Rose brought back some memories..
'Weaver as a filly circa 10 years of age.
She was starving, she hadn't eaten for days, barely slept anything the past week. She had no money, no parents, no relatives she knew of that she could turn too. She had begun stealing, she wasn't good at it and was often caught but there was little to no sympathy for a bat pony, they were considered outcasts at best. Sure Princess Luna had more than redeemed herself since her return but old hatreds die hard, after Luna had been banished many of her guards that didn't get re-employed as night guards for Celestia took to crime and that had had a lasting impact on how normal ponies viewed them and their offspring.
Stomach grumbling and almost about to faint from the heat coupled with exhaustion and starvation, 'Weaver saw a limo pull up and out came three well dressed ponies, a little filly, a stallion who probably was the father and a mare who probably was the mother. 'Weaver noticed she had wandered to the rich people's quarters of the city and she was now standing outside a theatre owned by the infamous Rose family.
The mare had a purse with her and 'Weaver decided that it was now or never, she needed food and money. As far as she knew the Rose family was wealthy and anyone who had the money to go to a theatre here had to be rich so she mustered up all the energy she could and leapt into the air an snagged the purse from the mare.
"YES! I did it!" Was all that 'Weaver had time to think before she felt a hard smack on the back of her head and everything went black for a moment, when she came too it, she was being held by a very rough looking earth pony who was looking at the stallion from the couple that 'Weaver had tried to steal from, her head hurt so much she couldn't quite make out what they said but the stallions didn't seem very pleased. Then from nowhere the filly came up to 'Weaver and looked at her, she then turned to her father.
"Father?" She said and pulled at her father's leg to get his attention. "Yes, what is it, Rose? Daddy's a little busy now, I have to take care of this bat pony filly here for stealing from your mother." He turned his attention to the bodyguard again and just as he was going to speak again, Rose chirped up again. "I like her, she's pretty. She's fast and has courage unlike many others I've seen. I want her as my bodyguard/right hand pony."
Everything went silent around them, Rose's mother had a shocked expression, the bodyguard stallion holding 'Weaver in place was looking back and forth between Rose and her father. The father was staring at his daughter who was staring back at him while 'Weaver was sitting there shocked as well. Then Rose's father leaned down towards 'Weaver and looked at her intently until he spoke up. "You have balls kid, you tried stealing from the wealthiest and most powerful crime family in this city. You're either really stupid, don't know who we are or you have no fear, which one is it?"
'Weaver's eyes closed to slits as she focused on the stallion in front of her, she then leapt up and hit the stallion holding her in the balls before standing up and staring at Rose's father.
"I have lived through the stigma of my race in this city, I've seen your operations here and there and honestly I don't care if you're the king of Equestria, I would've still stolen the purse of your mare and tried getting away with it just to have food for the next few nights, don't really care for you or your daughter so I'll just take my leave."
'Weaver was about to turn her back on Rose's father when he said. "You're hired."
Shocked at the words, 'Weaver stopped right in her tracks and looked back at the stallion who was smiling at her now. "What?" was all she could say. "I'm willing to hire you as my daughter's bodyguard and right hand mare, I see potential in you, kiddo. You could become a valuable asset to the Rose family, assuming you want too of course but if you would rather go around starving on the streets and not having a roof over your head then I won't argue. This is a once in a lifetime offer kid, don't make us your enemy.
Present time.
After that 'Weaver's life had become a lot different and it had eventually led to what she is today and now that very same mare who all those years ago took a fancy to 'Weaver had betrayed her, for what? Power? Money? No, there had to be something more to this whole ordeal, the crime lords would've never thought of getting rid of their best ponies for simple reasons as more power and money. That they could easily have gotten with their help..
'Weaver heard someone land behind her, she pulled out one of her knives that she always carried on her, just in case. Tackled the stranger to the ground and was about to shank them when a familiar voice piped up. "Woa woa Weaver its me! It’s Kass!!” Weaver looked into Kass’ eyes just in time to realize who she was staring at.
'Weaver retreated her blade and helped Kass up. "Sorry, I didn't recognize you like that. What, did you get Tootise or someone to cast a disguise spell on you?"
"No, no, I just mixed something together myself and went out from a drink. Don't worry no one recognized me." For a moment they both went silent, just looking out at the city from the roof top. "Y'know you should come with me next time, we could call it a date." Kass finally spoke up, 'Weaver looked at her with a questioning expression and Kass instantly panicked a little after she realized she had basically just asked 'Weaver out. "Oh gosh, no I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that!" She hurriedly apologized before 'Weaver put a hoof on her lips to silence her.
"It's alright, I was just taken aback, no one's ever asked me out for a date before and I'm sure it would be lovely to go out together." 'Weaver smiled at Kass but the smile didn't last very long. "What's wrong?" Kass asked with concern in her voice. "I was just thinking of how it all started for me, how Rose was the one who came up to me that one day.." 'Weaver told Kass the story of how she had tried stealing from the Rose family and ended up getting employed with them.
"Oh my god that's so sweet, I would love to see how you looked like as a filly." Kass slightly giggled at the thought of filly 'Weaver. "Heh, well my house is burnt down, Rose hates me and the only family I have is well you guys so I wouldn't have any hopes for anything relating to me that isn't here is left intact."
The rest of the early morning was spent talking about all sorts of things until they decided it was probably soon time to go and begin the assault on Rose's mansion.
Swiss ran past ‘Weaver as she was coming down without pausing while screaming “NOOOO”. He got to his room, slamming and locking the door.
‘Weaver remained standing standing in the hallway, frozen from confusion “What the hell?” Tootsie come running up, trying to catch her breath from laughing. “Tootsie, what the fuck did you do with Swiss? We kinda need him for what's coming up later today and now isn't the time to fuck around.”
“BAHAHAHA I- hehhehheh I told him that AHAHAHAH that I got him *snicker* PREGNANT BAHAHAHA and the dumb fuck believed me.”
"God damn it, are you gonna calm him down or am I gonna have to do it?"
Tootsie fell over from laughter “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S PREGNANT”
"Fucking hell, fine I'll go do it." ‘Weaver walked down the hall to Swiss’s room and knocked on the door. "Swiss calm the hell down, what did Tootsie do?"
“We-had-sex-last-night-and-she-just-told-me-she-used-a-magic-penis-and-now-I’m-pregnant *inhale* I DON’T WANT A KID!” Swiss blurted out, still locked in his room.
“Tootsie you fucker!” ‘Weaver yelled down the hallway at the mare who was still on the floor laughing “Swiss you moron a unicorn can't get you pregnant, Tootsie is just fucking around with you. Now calm down, straighten up and come meet us in the living room when you're done screaming like a filly." She walked down stairs, not waiting to see Swiss’s response.
She joined Snake and anyone else who was already down in the living room before they all eventually left for the mansion.
The group sat in the van, Snake and 'Weaver in the front of the car. They drove quickly towards the Roses' mansion, and stopped at the front gates. The group sat their quietly for a moment, and Snake sighed.
"If any of you don't make it out, or I don't make it out, I just want to say, its been a fuckin' honor to kill assholes with you guys," Snake said, getting a slight chuckle out of the group. "And I mean it. I prefer you bag of misfits to any outfit I served with in the war.
"The van went silent again, and Snake got out, pumping his shotgun, staring at the mansion.
"Let's get to it."
As 'Weaver sat on the roof for herself as she found herself doing often these days, the moonlight was relaxing to her and while she didn't have any personal affiliation with Princess Luna, she still did appreciate the moon. Not that there was anything wrong with Princess Celestia and her sun, it was just due to her own nature that the moon had a calming effect on her.
Soon it would be time to assault Rose's mansion, confront the first of the crime lords.. It still amazed 'Weaver somewhat that they had managed to even get this far, 4 ponies from all the rivaling crime families and then a simple mechanic who had been dragged into this mess. Probably against his will, though it did seem like Swiss was beginning to grow a liking to the rag tag group and so far no one had killed one another.
Thinking about Rose brought back some memories..
'Weaver as a filly circa 10 years of age.
She was starving, she hadn't eaten for days, barely slept anything the past week. She had no money, no parents, no relatives she knew of that she could turn too. She had begun stealing, she wasn't good at it and was often caught but there was little to no sympathy for a bat pony, they were considered outcasts at best. Sure Princess Luna had more than redeemed herself since her return but old hatreds die hard, after Luna had been banished many of her guards that didn't get re-employed as night guards for Celestia took to crime and that had had a lasting impact on how normal ponies viewed them and their offspring.
Stomach grumbling and almost about to faint from the heat coupled with exhaustion and starvation, 'Weaver saw a limo pull up and out came three well dressed ponies, a little filly, a stallion who probably was the father and a mare who probably was the mother. 'Weaver noticed she had wandered to the rich people's quarters of the city and she was now standing outside a theatre owned by the infamous Rose family.
The mare had a purse with her and 'Weaver decided that it was now or never, she needed food and money. As far as she knew the Rose family was wealthy and anyone who had the money to go to a theatre here had to be rich so she mustered up all the energy she could and leapt into the air an snagged the purse from the mare.
"YES! I did it!" Was all that 'Weaver had time to think before she felt a hard smack on the back of her head and everything went black for a moment, when she came too it, she was being held by a very rough looking earth pony who was looking at the stallion from the couple that 'Weaver had tried to steal from, her head hurt so much she couldn't quite make out what they said but the stallions didn't seem very pleased. Then from nowhere the filly came up to 'Weaver and looked at her, she then turned to her father.
"Father?" She said and pulled at her father's leg to get his attention. "Yes, what is it, Rose? Daddy's a little busy now, I have to take care of this bat pony filly here for stealing from your mother." He turned his attention to the bodyguard again and just as he was going to speak again, Rose chirped up again. "I like her, she's pretty. She's fast and has courage unlike many others I've seen. I want her as my bodyguard/right hand pony."
Everything went silent around them, Rose's mother had a shocked expression, the bodyguard stallion holding 'Weaver in place was looking back and forth between Rose and her father. The father was staring at his daughter who was staring back at him while 'Weaver was sitting there shocked as well. Then Rose's father leaned down towards 'Weaver and looked at her intently until he spoke up. "You have balls kid, you tried stealing from the wealthiest and most powerful crime family in this city. You're either really stupid, don't know who we are or you have no fear, which one is it?"
'Weaver's eyes closed to slits as she focused on the stallion in front of her, she then leapt up and hit the stallion holding her in the balls before standing up and staring at Rose's father.
"I have lived through the stigma of my race in this city, I've seen your operations here and there and honestly I don't care if you're the king of Equestria, I would've still stolen the purse of your mare and tried getting away with it just to have food for the next few nights, don't really care for you or your daughter so I'll just take my leave."
'Weaver was about to turn her back on Rose's father when he said. "You're hired."
Shocked at the words, 'Weaver stopped right in her tracks and looked back at the stallion who was smiling at her now. "What?" was all she could say. "I'm willing to hire you as my daughter's bodyguard and right hand mare, I see potential in you, kiddo. You could become a valuable asset to the Rose family, assuming you want too of course but if you would rather go around starving on the streets and not having a roof over your head then I won't argue. This is a once in a lifetime offer kid, don't make us your enemy.
Present time.
After that 'Weaver's life had become a lot different and it had eventually led to what she is today and now that very same mare who all those years ago took a fancy to 'Weaver had betrayed her, for what? Power? Money? No, there had to be something more to this whole ordeal, the crime lords would've never thought of getting rid of their best ponies for simple reasons as more power and money. That they could easily have gotten with their help..
'Weaver heard someone land behind her, she pulled out one of her knives that she always carried on her, just in case. Tackled the stranger to the ground and was about to shank them when a familiar voice piped up. "Woa woa Weaver its me! It’s Kass!!” Weaver looked into Kass’ eyes just in time to realize who she was staring at.
'Weaver retreated her blade and helped Kass up. "Sorry, I didn't recognize you like that. What, did you get Tootise or someone to cast a disguise spell on you?"
"No, no, I just mixed something together myself and went out from a drink. Don't worry no one recognized me." For a moment they both went silent, just looking out at the city from the roof top. "Y'know you should come with me next time, we could call it a date." Kass finally spoke up, 'Weaver looked at her with a questioning expression and Kass instantly panicked a little after she realized she had basically just asked 'Weaver out. "Oh gosh, no I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that!" She hurriedly apologized before 'Weaver put a hoof on her lips to silence her.
"It's alright, I was just taken aback, no one's ever asked me out for a date before and I'm sure it would be lovely to go out together." 'Weaver smiled at Kass but the smile didn't last very long. "What's wrong?" Kass asked with concern in her voice. "I was just thinking of how it all started for me, how Rose was the one who came up to me that one day.." 'Weaver told Kass the story of how she had tried stealing from the Rose family and ended up getting employed with them.
"Oh my god that's so sweet, I would love to see how you looked like as a filly." Kass slightly giggled at the thought of filly 'Weaver. "Heh, well my house is burnt down, Rose hates me and the only family I have is well you guys so I wouldn't have any hopes for anything relating to me that isn't here is left intact."
The rest of the early morning was spent talking about all sorts of things until they decided it was probably soon time to go and begin the assault on Rose's mansion.
Swiss ran past ‘Weaver as she was coming down without pausing while screaming “NOOOO”. He got to his room, slamming and locking the door.
‘Weaver remained standing standing in the hallway, frozen from confusion “What the hell?” Tootsie come running up, trying to catch her breath from laughing. “Tootsie, what the fuck did you do with Swiss? We kinda need him for what's coming up later today and now isn't the time to fuck around.”
“BAHAHAHA I- hehhehheh I told him that AHAHAHAH that I got him *snicker* PREGNANT BAHAHAHA and the dumb fuck believed me.”
"God damn it, are you gonna calm him down or am I gonna have to do it?"
Tootsie fell over from laughter “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S PREGNANT”
"Fucking hell, fine I'll go do it." ‘Weaver walked down the hall to Swiss’s room and knocked on the door. "Swiss calm the hell down, what did Tootsie do?"
“We-had-sex-last-night-and-she-just-told-me-she-used-a-magic-penis-and-now-I’m-pregnant *inhale* I DON’T WANT A KID!” Swiss blurted out, still locked in his room.
“Tootsie you fucker!” ‘Weaver yelled down the hallway at the mare who was still on the floor laughing “Swiss you moron a unicorn can't get you pregnant, Tootsie is just fucking around with you. Now calm down, straighten up and come meet us in the living room when you're done screaming like a filly." She walked down stairs, not waiting to see Swiss’s response.
She joined Snake and anyone else who was already down in the living room before they all eventually left for the mansion.
The group sat in the van, Snake and 'Weaver in the front of the car. They drove quickly towards the Roses' mansion, and stopped at the front gates. The group sat their quietly for a moment, and Snake sighed.
"If any of you don't make it out, or I don't make it out, I just want to say, its been a fuckin' honor to kill assholes with you guys," Snake said, getting a slight chuckle out of the group. "And I mean it. I prefer you bag of misfits to any outfit I served with in the war.
"The van went silent again, and Snake got out, pumping his shotgun, staring at the mansion.
"Let's get to it."
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Wed 09 Jul 2014, 21:02
Snake quickly blew off the lock to the massive mansion. The group ran inside, a mad rush of revenge stricken rage. Immediately, they were fired upon: While inaccurate and ineffective, some of the more non-combatant of the group stalled behind.
Snake, on the other hand, sprinted full force towards the mansion, his shotgun pumping off rounds quickly, suppressing any defenses the mansion had. Following his lead, the others fired blindly at the mansion defenses.
"Shield, you're with me! We'll get rid of the defenses on the outside!" Snake said, as they reached the front door. Snake nodded to 'Weaver and Creme. "Get the fucker before she leaves."
The rest rushed inside, and Snake sighed, reloading his shotgun.
"You got a death-wish, son?" asked Shield, putting a cigar in his mouth. "I ain't no fighter."
"Yeah, but it's bound to get a hell of a lot worse inside," Snake said, finishing loading his gun.
"Ah, okay." Shield said, as he pulled out a MP-40 SMG. "I guess we'll get to work?"
"Yessir."
----
Snake ran around the house, flanked by Shield. His shotgun boomed, dissintigrating ponies at close range, and pock-marking them at anywhere beyond 5 meters. Shield used his MP-40 to attack and suppress from a range. For a medical pony, he was surprisingly accurate.
Snake had cleaned out most of the outside, when he heard a screeching sound. Shield stopped in place for a second, before looking upwards.
Then, he was gone.
"SHIELD!" Screamed Snake, his eyes going wide with fear and rage.
In his place, a massive griffon, his cracked beak gleaming with blood. Snake's eyes were filled with rage, as he lifted his shotgun.
*click*
"Fucking hell," Snake snarled, dropping the gun. He drew his M1911's, and started firing rounds.
Ludwig raised his armoured wing, bullets bounding off the wing. Snake emptied both of his magazines, leaving the two beings circling one another. Ludvig just grinned, looking over Snake with amusement.
"So, the gentleman in you couldn't take the heat, eh?" asked Ludwig, knife in his hands. "Gotta become a brute?"
"I was always a brute. Lotus changed me into something I wasn't," Snake said, without a melee weapon.
Ludwig jumped at him, slashing at Snake. Snake jumped out of the way, delivering a punishing blow to Ludwig's ribs as he dodged. Ludwig coughed, getting another rebounding hit to the face. Snake jumped backwards, as Ludwig speared towards him, blade poised to cut him open. Snake dodged again, but got a facefull of Griffon fist.
"Is it because Ink burned your face off?" Asked Ludwig, as Snake got up. "Now we're the same."
"Wrong," Snake said, eyes burning with pure hate. "I'm better than you."
Ludwig dived for Snake, and Snake forcefully yanked Ludwig's blade from his hands, dodging at the same time. Then, Snake pinned him to the ground with his magic, and sawed Ludwig's wings off. The blood-curdling screams of the griffon soon died out due to sheer blood loss, before Snake buried the blade deep into the medulla oblongata of the dying griffon, killing him instantly. Then, Snake ran over to Shield, whom was still barely alive.
"Oh fuck, Shield, we're gonna get you out of here," Snake said, assessing the damage. Hind legs had been broken, compound fractures. Multiple lacerations from the griffons claws, as well as a broken spine from the sheer weight of Ludwig. Snake wasn't kidding anypony: Shield was going to die.
"The hell you are, son," Shield said, coughing on his own blood. "I'm already dead. My body just don't want to accept it."
"Fuck, we can get you to a doctor. We can make it!" Snake said, grasping at straws.
"Just kill me, Snake. It's the last thing you can do for me," Shield said, gasping.
"Fucking hell, oh fuck," Snake said, looking at the pool of blood surrounding Shield. "I'm going to get you home. Then you can put this all behind you, live out your life."
"Stop... lying... to yourself," Shield stammered out. "Or else... you'll end up... dead..."
Shield gasped a few times, blood dripping out of his mouth and onto Snake's coat.
"You... finish this.... no... matter.... what..." Shield said, exerting all his strength. "Bring... them... down..."
Snake's eyes were watering, as he held Shield in his hooves. Shield's mouth moved a few times, staring blankly at the sky, before his body went still, no pulse running through his veins.
Yet another pony's blood, another pony's life, spilled on the hooves of Snake.
Snake stood up, grabbing his shotgun, reloading it, and walked towards the entrance of the mansion, tears washing the gunpowder and blood off of his face.
Snake, on the other hand, sprinted full force towards the mansion, his shotgun pumping off rounds quickly, suppressing any defenses the mansion had. Following his lead, the others fired blindly at the mansion defenses.
"Shield, you're with me! We'll get rid of the defenses on the outside!" Snake said, as they reached the front door. Snake nodded to 'Weaver and Creme. "Get the fucker before she leaves."
The rest rushed inside, and Snake sighed, reloading his shotgun.
"You got a death-wish, son?" asked Shield, putting a cigar in his mouth. "I ain't no fighter."
"Yeah, but it's bound to get a hell of a lot worse inside," Snake said, finishing loading his gun.
"Ah, okay." Shield said, as he pulled out a MP-40 SMG. "I guess we'll get to work?"
"Yessir."
----
Snake ran around the house, flanked by Shield. His shotgun boomed, dissintigrating ponies at close range, and pock-marking them at anywhere beyond 5 meters. Shield used his MP-40 to attack and suppress from a range. For a medical pony, he was surprisingly accurate.
Snake had cleaned out most of the outside, when he heard a screeching sound. Shield stopped in place for a second, before looking upwards.
Then, he was gone.
"SHIELD!" Screamed Snake, his eyes going wide with fear and rage.
In his place, a massive griffon, his cracked beak gleaming with blood. Snake's eyes were filled with rage, as he lifted his shotgun.
*click*
"Fucking hell," Snake snarled, dropping the gun. He drew his M1911's, and started firing rounds.
Ludwig raised his armoured wing, bullets bounding off the wing. Snake emptied both of his magazines, leaving the two beings circling one another. Ludvig just grinned, looking over Snake with amusement.
"So, the gentleman in you couldn't take the heat, eh?" asked Ludwig, knife in his hands. "Gotta become a brute?"
"I was always a brute. Lotus changed me into something I wasn't," Snake said, without a melee weapon.
Ludwig jumped at him, slashing at Snake. Snake jumped out of the way, delivering a punishing blow to Ludwig's ribs as he dodged. Ludwig coughed, getting another rebounding hit to the face. Snake jumped backwards, as Ludwig speared towards him, blade poised to cut him open. Snake dodged again, but got a facefull of Griffon fist.
"Is it because Ink burned your face off?" Asked Ludwig, as Snake got up. "Now we're the same."
"Wrong," Snake said, eyes burning with pure hate. "I'm better than you."
Ludwig dived for Snake, and Snake forcefully yanked Ludwig's blade from his hands, dodging at the same time. Then, Snake pinned him to the ground with his magic, and sawed Ludwig's wings off. The blood-curdling screams of the griffon soon died out due to sheer blood loss, before Snake buried the blade deep into the medulla oblongata of the dying griffon, killing him instantly. Then, Snake ran over to Shield, whom was still barely alive.
"Oh fuck, Shield, we're gonna get you out of here," Snake said, assessing the damage. Hind legs had been broken, compound fractures. Multiple lacerations from the griffons claws, as well as a broken spine from the sheer weight of Ludwig. Snake wasn't kidding anypony: Shield was going to die.
"The hell you are, son," Shield said, coughing on his own blood. "I'm already dead. My body just don't want to accept it."
"Fuck, we can get you to a doctor. We can make it!" Snake said, grasping at straws.
"Just kill me, Snake. It's the last thing you can do for me," Shield said, gasping.
"Fucking hell, oh fuck," Snake said, looking at the pool of blood surrounding Shield. "I'm going to get you home. Then you can put this all behind you, live out your life."
"Stop... lying... to yourself," Shield stammered out. "Or else... you'll end up... dead..."
Shield gasped a few times, blood dripping out of his mouth and onto Snake's coat.
"You... finish this.... no... matter.... what..." Shield said, exerting all his strength. "Bring... them... down..."
Snake's eyes were watering, as he held Shield in his hooves. Shield's mouth moved a few times, staring blankly at the sky, before his body went still, no pulse running through his veins.
Yet another pony's blood, another pony's life, spilled on the hooves of Snake.
Snake stood up, grabbing his shotgun, reloading it, and walked towards the entrance of the mansion, tears washing the gunpowder and blood off of his face.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Cloudchaser Sat 12 Jul 2014, 02:58
'Weaver and Creme separated from the rest of the group, 'Weaver had previous knowledge about the layout of the mansion and they were sneaking up under the windows where they could see guards walking back and forth on their routine patrols in the mansion. Soon, Snake and the rest of the gang would blow up the front door and an firefight would ensue inside the mansion. If Rose is home she would be on the top floor, either sleeping soundly and unknowing of the facts that Snake together with 'Weaver and the other agents of the other families just crippled her business severely.
The question was, had the other bosses gotten rid of her yet? 'Weaver nodded at Creme and pointed towards a door. "That's your entry, it should take you to the stairs. From there it's just to follow the guards in the main hall until you get to two wooden double doors, that's her office. It'll probably be guarded heavily and there will probably be more guards inside so you'll have to find a way to get rid of them or wait for us to arrive. Rose isn't a pegasus and she's too proud for suicide so she won't try and jump out a window, odds are she's waiting for us." 'Weaver whispered and Creme nodded in acknowledgement at her.
"I'll make sure she doesn't go anywhere until you get there, we'll get our answers one way or another 'Weaver. You have my word, Rose is not getting away tonight." Creme whispered back and dove through the door quietly. 'Weaver could hear a thud as a body hit the floor and then Creme popping back out dressed as a mansion guard while dragging the unconscious guard within his magic grasp.
"Mind taking care of this for me?" He said and vanished again, leaving 'Weaver alone with the guard. She recognized him, a good stallion who served Rose well. Pity such manpower was being wasted here. That's when she got an idea, she kicked him in the stomach and he woke up coughing and spitting.
His eyes fell upon 'Weaver who stood over him and his face went white and his jaw dropped. "Praised be the sun, am I seeing ghosts from the past? That can't be you, 'Weaver! Rose told us you had betrayed her and that you'd been dealt with!"
"I can assure you Crimson that I am very much alive, pissed off as all hell but alive. Rose lied to you, she and the other crime lord bosses set us up in an ambush, they want to start a war against the crown and grab all the power in Equestria for themselves and their most loyal and best henchmen were too dangerous to be left alive."
"And now you're here for Rose? Sweet Celestia, what have we gotten ourselves into.. 'Weaver." Crimson suddenly stood up and looked her in the eyes, she could see doubt in his eyes.
Good her plan was working then, Crimson was a smart stallion, he would realize that 'Weaver being here alive and Rose having told everyone she was dead was proof enough that 'Weaver wasn't lying. Plus she did have a habit of dealing with liars in somewhat.. Rough ways.
"'Weaver, I can help you. Rose has been acting.. Weird lately.. She's more than doubled the guards inside the mansion and some of them are heavily armed as well as a special forces commando of Griffons. I never got along with them and their brutal ways of handling things, basically ignored my rank as second lieutenant of the guard and started commanding us around like we're a bunch of newbies." Crimson spit at the ground to show his disgust for the Griffons.
"I was counting on that Crimson, you were always one of my best stallions and your loyalty was never questioned, our group could use someone like you. You're smart, strong and have a lot of experience from the war and crime scene."
"What do you need me to do, 'Weaver?" Crimson asked and 'Weaver pushed her rifle into his hands.
"Take this and find a spot to provide covering fire for the rest of my group, you'll know them when you see them. After all they'll be the ones shooting at the guards."
"What if they start shooting at me?" He asked.
"Well duck and shoot the first best guard you can see and I'm sure they'll stop shooting at you, now I believe I have an appointment with Rose scheduled and I'd hate to miss the opportunity. Don't die Crimson, It'd be a shame to lose such an valuable pony." With that 'Weaver jumped up into the air and smashed through a window with her claw weapons drawn, she'd have to rely on her speed and agility to not get shot in the tight corridors.
Crimson looked up at the mare he'd grown to admire over the years they'd worked together, as she smashed through the window he muttered "May Luna's favour be upon you my friend." He usually only used Celestia in his prayers but he respected 'Weaver too much and she was a bat pony, one of Luna's chosen guards race, it only seemed to fit that she'd praise the moon just as he praised the sun.
'Weaver darted back and forth through the corridors, most of them empty until she got closer and closer to Rose's office, security was really tight here. She peaked around a corner and saw a corridor literally filled with armed guards, as she turned around she saw a griffon grinning at her.
"Hello there, are you lost? Here let me help you." The griffon said and reached out with it's claws ready to cut 'Weaver throat but she wasn't that easily fooled and knocked the arm away which angered the griffon who pulled out a large knife.
"Playing games are we, eh?" He said angrily as he went in for the attack.
'Weaver dodged out of the way and soon enough they were locked in combat, blocking and deflecting each other's attacks. 'Weaver knew she needed only one good clean hit and her poison tipped claws would be enough to make the Griffon die in agony as his insides burned and rotted away.
The fight felt like it lasted forever but 'Weaver had the advantage of being smaller and more agile, the Griffon generally relied on strength to overpower their opponents. Soon enough she was able to dodge his blade as he swung over her head, she launched herself upwards at him and rammed her claws into his jaws and threw him onto the wall before impaling his skull and leaving a bloody mess on the floor.
Luckily they hadn't attracted any attention from the other guards as they were probably ordered to not move from their position at all costs. Rose would be too paranoid for that, the sounds of distant fighting died off as well and 'Weaver hoped her friends were victorious so that left it for Creme to remove the guards without alerting Rose.. 'Weaver stepped inside a nearby room and found a security monitoring station, very much a prototype by the looks of it. Rose must've paid good money to her military contracts to get a hold of their latest security monitoring hardware..
'Weaver decided to root around the cabinets and found several interesting documents that she was sure Snake would like to see.
The question was, had the other bosses gotten rid of her yet? 'Weaver nodded at Creme and pointed towards a door. "That's your entry, it should take you to the stairs. From there it's just to follow the guards in the main hall until you get to two wooden double doors, that's her office. It'll probably be guarded heavily and there will probably be more guards inside so you'll have to find a way to get rid of them or wait for us to arrive. Rose isn't a pegasus and she's too proud for suicide so she won't try and jump out a window, odds are she's waiting for us." 'Weaver whispered and Creme nodded in acknowledgement at her.
"I'll make sure she doesn't go anywhere until you get there, we'll get our answers one way or another 'Weaver. You have my word, Rose is not getting away tonight." Creme whispered back and dove through the door quietly. 'Weaver could hear a thud as a body hit the floor and then Creme popping back out dressed as a mansion guard while dragging the unconscious guard within his magic grasp.
"Mind taking care of this for me?" He said and vanished again, leaving 'Weaver alone with the guard. She recognized him, a good stallion who served Rose well. Pity such manpower was being wasted here. That's when she got an idea, she kicked him in the stomach and he woke up coughing and spitting.
His eyes fell upon 'Weaver who stood over him and his face went white and his jaw dropped. "Praised be the sun, am I seeing ghosts from the past? That can't be you, 'Weaver! Rose told us you had betrayed her and that you'd been dealt with!"
"I can assure you Crimson that I am very much alive, pissed off as all hell but alive. Rose lied to you, she and the other crime lord bosses set us up in an ambush, they want to start a war against the crown and grab all the power in Equestria for themselves and their most loyal and best henchmen were too dangerous to be left alive."
"And now you're here for Rose? Sweet Celestia, what have we gotten ourselves into.. 'Weaver." Crimson suddenly stood up and looked her in the eyes, she could see doubt in his eyes.
Good her plan was working then, Crimson was a smart stallion, he would realize that 'Weaver being here alive and Rose having told everyone she was dead was proof enough that 'Weaver wasn't lying. Plus she did have a habit of dealing with liars in somewhat.. Rough ways.
"'Weaver, I can help you. Rose has been acting.. Weird lately.. She's more than doubled the guards inside the mansion and some of them are heavily armed as well as a special forces commando of Griffons. I never got along with them and their brutal ways of handling things, basically ignored my rank as second lieutenant of the guard and started commanding us around like we're a bunch of newbies." Crimson spit at the ground to show his disgust for the Griffons.
"I was counting on that Crimson, you were always one of my best stallions and your loyalty was never questioned, our group could use someone like you. You're smart, strong and have a lot of experience from the war and crime scene."
"What do you need me to do, 'Weaver?" Crimson asked and 'Weaver pushed her rifle into his hands.
"Take this and find a spot to provide covering fire for the rest of my group, you'll know them when you see them. After all they'll be the ones shooting at the guards."
"What if they start shooting at me?" He asked.
"Well duck and shoot the first best guard you can see and I'm sure they'll stop shooting at you, now I believe I have an appointment with Rose scheduled and I'd hate to miss the opportunity. Don't die Crimson, It'd be a shame to lose such an valuable pony." With that 'Weaver jumped up into the air and smashed through a window with her claw weapons drawn, she'd have to rely on her speed and agility to not get shot in the tight corridors.
Crimson looked up at the mare he'd grown to admire over the years they'd worked together, as she smashed through the window he muttered "May Luna's favour be upon you my friend." He usually only used Celestia in his prayers but he respected 'Weaver too much and she was a bat pony, one of Luna's chosen guards race, it only seemed to fit that she'd praise the moon just as he praised the sun.
'Weaver darted back and forth through the corridors, most of them empty until she got closer and closer to Rose's office, security was really tight here. She peaked around a corner and saw a corridor literally filled with armed guards, as she turned around she saw a griffon grinning at her.
"Hello there, are you lost? Here let me help you." The griffon said and reached out with it's claws ready to cut 'Weaver throat but she wasn't that easily fooled and knocked the arm away which angered the griffon who pulled out a large knife.
"Playing games are we, eh?" He said angrily as he went in for the attack.
'Weaver dodged out of the way and soon enough they were locked in combat, blocking and deflecting each other's attacks. 'Weaver knew she needed only one good clean hit and her poison tipped claws would be enough to make the Griffon die in agony as his insides burned and rotted away.
The fight felt like it lasted forever but 'Weaver had the advantage of being smaller and more agile, the Griffon generally relied on strength to overpower their opponents. Soon enough she was able to dodge his blade as he swung over her head, she launched herself upwards at him and rammed her claws into his jaws and threw him onto the wall before impaling his skull and leaving a bloody mess on the floor.
Luckily they hadn't attracted any attention from the other guards as they were probably ordered to not move from their position at all costs. Rose would be too paranoid for that, the sounds of distant fighting died off as well and 'Weaver hoped her friends were victorious so that left it for Creme to remove the guards without alerting Rose.. 'Weaver stepped inside a nearby room and found a security monitoring station, very much a prototype by the looks of it. Rose must've paid good money to her military contracts to get a hold of their latest security monitoring hardware..
'Weaver decided to root around the cabinets and found several interesting documents that she was sure Snake would like to see.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Pegabella Sun 13 Jul 2014, 04:34
It was time. Their group of misfit gang members came together with one another to take down the head of each family who had betrayed them, and finally made it to their first target.
Kass ran along with Snake and the rest of the crew before flying quietly in, attracting no attention from anyone. She snuck up behind a griffon who was waiting for the group to arrive, and flicked out her blade. She then covered his mouth and plunged the blade into his back, not letting the birds muffled screams escape her hoof.
She then continued to take out a few other guards until things got dirty. Snake had his hooves full with Shield and Swiss seemed to be getting crowded by a huge group of griffons. Kass took the opportunity and jumped to help Swiss.
Kass flew at a guard who was about to stab Swiss and tackled him to the ground, viciously slashing at his body to get one good stab in to finish the job.
Anger boiled inside her as she remembered the first night at the distillery. She snarled at another griffon and lashed out at him, slashing open the side of his face before she cut his throat, receiving the initial blood splatter to the muzzle like she does every time she gets in these combat situations.
Kass heard a grunt and noticed Swiss on the ground with a large stallion sending blows all over his body. She lunged at him, causing the two to tumble on the ground, each wrestling to gain power over the other. The colt rolled around with Kass and landed on top, about to hit her in the face when Swiss bucked him right off of her, sending him flying into another pony.
Swiss let out his hoof to Kass and she took it. “Thanks Swiss.”
She said as the massive earth pony pulled her up from the ground with ease.
“No problem!” He exclaimed as he lunged his hoof into the stomach of a griffon, causing him to keel over and cough up blood.
Kass grabbed the griffon by the feathers on his head and forced him upwards before slashing his throat and allowing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
She then motioned Swiss to follow her as the two explored the mansion. They ended up sprinting their way through the winding corridors before encountering a large group of guards armed with blades and guns. kass looked over to Swiss as he cocked his gun. They nodded at each other slightly before Kass dove into the crowd powered by pure adrenaline and rage.
Kass ran along with Snake and the rest of the crew before flying quietly in, attracting no attention from anyone. She snuck up behind a griffon who was waiting for the group to arrive, and flicked out her blade. She then covered his mouth and plunged the blade into his back, not letting the birds muffled screams escape her hoof.
She then continued to take out a few other guards until things got dirty. Snake had his hooves full with Shield and Swiss seemed to be getting crowded by a huge group of griffons. Kass took the opportunity and jumped to help Swiss.
Kass flew at a guard who was about to stab Swiss and tackled him to the ground, viciously slashing at his body to get one good stab in to finish the job.
Anger boiled inside her as she remembered the first night at the distillery. She snarled at another griffon and lashed out at him, slashing open the side of his face before she cut his throat, receiving the initial blood splatter to the muzzle like she does every time she gets in these combat situations.
Kass heard a grunt and noticed Swiss on the ground with a large stallion sending blows all over his body. She lunged at him, causing the two to tumble on the ground, each wrestling to gain power over the other. The colt rolled around with Kass and landed on top, about to hit her in the face when Swiss bucked him right off of her, sending him flying into another pony.
Swiss let out his hoof to Kass and she took it. “Thanks Swiss.”
She said as the massive earth pony pulled her up from the ground with ease.
“No problem!” He exclaimed as he lunged his hoof into the stomach of a griffon, causing him to keel over and cough up blood.
Kass grabbed the griffon by the feathers on his head and forced him upwards before slashing his throat and allowing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
She then motioned Swiss to follow her as the two explored the mansion. They ended up sprinting their way through the winding corridors before encountering a large group of guards armed with blades and guns. kass looked over to Swiss as he cocked his gun. They nodded at each other slightly before Kass dove into the crowd powered by pure adrenaline and rage.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Arualsti Wed 16 Jul 2014, 22:13
Creme pulled at the tight, itchy uniform. It was uncomfortable, and provided less protection than he would have liked. He hoped if he ran into one of the gang that they would recognise him and not blow his head off. He was sure they would. Maybe not Snake. Tootsie would recognise him and shoot him anyway for giggles.
He made his way up the stairs, keeping as quiet as possible. There were no guards around, not yet. He heard a noise behind him. “Hey Crimson, you're next on boss duty, I gotta go help the guys downstairs, take Powder and...”
Creme flashed his horn and turned quickly, pushing his magic toward them. Their minds felt soft, they were scared, easily suggestible.
“What's your name?” Creme asked the talking one.
“L-L-Lime Pie” he stuttered.
“I'll go down and help the guys Lime, you take powder to take over guard duty” Creme said smoothly.
Powder and Lime Pie nodded dumbly.
“But remember, I might come along soon. I might have some friends with me. The boss might ask you to hurt me or my friends, but you won't do that. Remember that.” Creme said, forcing his magic, pushing the thought into their minds. They nodded dumbly again “Now go!” he said.
They ran past him stumbling slighty. Creme winced as him head thumped painfully. He sometimes got them when he had to strain his magic.
He waited a few minutes, and saw another pair of guards walking toward him. Rose's guard must have changed. He walked toward them, gruff look on his face. “You're needed downstairs” He grunted. They nodded and ran. Too easy, he didn't even use magic.
He walked on, none of the guards even bothering him, they were disorganised and frightened. A sure sign Rose was losing her grip. Her guards were usually smart, punctual and deadly, not anymore. He saw the wooden doors up ahead, two guards on the outside. He picked out the larger of the two. “Crimson said he needed assistance covering the entrance, and that I should relieve you.” Creme said sternly.
The big one shifted his eyes nervously “Rose told me to stay at this post until I am told otherwise...”
Creme squinted at him “disobeying orders, aye? Shall I just run back to Crimson and tell him no one is going to help stop the invasion into the mansion? Of course, he could be dead by the time I return”
“Okay, okay, i'll help him” He grabbed his gun scurried off.
The mare on the other side of the door glared at him. Creme hoped she wouldn't suspect him, his magic felt drained and weak. He just needed to wait for 'Weaver to appear.
He made his way up the stairs, keeping as quiet as possible. There were no guards around, not yet. He heard a noise behind him. “Hey Crimson, you're next on boss duty, I gotta go help the guys downstairs, take Powder and...”
Creme flashed his horn and turned quickly, pushing his magic toward them. Their minds felt soft, they were scared, easily suggestible.
“What's your name?” Creme asked the talking one.
“L-L-Lime Pie” he stuttered.
“I'll go down and help the guys Lime, you take powder to take over guard duty” Creme said smoothly.
Powder and Lime Pie nodded dumbly.
“But remember, I might come along soon. I might have some friends with me. The boss might ask you to hurt me or my friends, but you won't do that. Remember that.” Creme said, forcing his magic, pushing the thought into their minds. They nodded dumbly again “Now go!” he said.
They ran past him stumbling slighty. Creme winced as him head thumped painfully. He sometimes got them when he had to strain his magic.
He waited a few minutes, and saw another pair of guards walking toward him. Rose's guard must have changed. He walked toward them, gruff look on his face. “You're needed downstairs” He grunted. They nodded and ran. Too easy, he didn't even use magic.
He walked on, none of the guards even bothering him, they were disorganised and frightened. A sure sign Rose was losing her grip. Her guards were usually smart, punctual and deadly, not anymore. He saw the wooden doors up ahead, two guards on the outside. He picked out the larger of the two. “Crimson said he needed assistance covering the entrance, and that I should relieve you.” Creme said sternly.
The big one shifted his eyes nervously “Rose told me to stay at this post until I am told otherwise...”
Creme squinted at him “disobeying orders, aye? Shall I just run back to Crimson and tell him no one is going to help stop the invasion into the mansion? Of course, he could be dead by the time I return”
“Okay, okay, i'll help him” He grabbed his gun scurried off.
The mare on the other side of the door glared at him. Creme hoped she wouldn't suspect him, his magic felt drained and weak. He just needed to wait for 'Weaver to appear.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Sun 20 Jul 2014, 21:49
Snake busted into the mansion through a window, startling the few survivors within the room he busted into. Snake immediately rolled out of his fall, and pumped two shotgun shells into two of the ponies inside. There was another pony there, but Snake had ran out of shells. The pony raised his pistol, firing off rapidly in the general direction of Snake, but to no avail. Within moments, Snake had plastered his brains all over the wall, using the stock end of the shotgun as a club. The room smelled of copper, and Snake took a deep breath.
"Just like old times," Snake said to himself, putting his shotgun into a holster, and drawing his pistols. He ran through the mansion, towards the gunfire.
He came upon a hallway filled with a group of Rose's goons firing upon some ponies on the other side. With deadly efficiency, Snake popped off rounds into each of their heads. Within' seconds, they were all dead.
"All clear!" shouted Snake, and a group of heads popped up from behind the cover. They were more of Rose's goons.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Snake said, before diving for cover. Bullets ripped around him, as Snake reloaded his pistols. Then, putting up a magic shield, Snake rolled out of the cover, firing at the enemies. While it wasn't accurate, 2 of the 4 enemies met their demise to bullets. The others just simply ran out of ammo. Snake pulled out the knife that he recovered from Ludwig, and charged them. The blade was lodged into one's skull, leaving a one on one situation.
The other pony was an earth pony, and looked like he would be able to crush Snake's skull inbetween his hooves. Snake, on the other, hand, was an unicorn, and had a few tricks up his sleeve. Snake quickly dodged every punch the earthpony threw, and quickly attacked with an equally harsh blast of telekinetic magic. Within a few seconds, every tooth had been knocked out of the poor pony's head, and he couldn't see through the blood and bruises that covered his eyes. Snake walked away from the incapacitated pony, but not before bucking him hard enough to put him to sleep. Snake then walked into an adjacent office, to find that 'Weaver was already inside.
"Hello 'Weaver, fancy seeing you here," Snake said, wiping the blood off his face with a hanker chief.
"Well, glad to see that you're still alive," 'Weaver said. "Where's Shield?"
Snake looked down for a moment, and 'Weaver nodded. "I see."
"Ludwig, that fucking Griffon is dead, though," Snake said, walking over to 'Weaver. "What do we have here?"
"Documents. Thought you might want to take a look at them," 'Weaver said, and Snake nodded.
"Later. We have a job to finish," Snake said, as they left the room.
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Snake and 'Weaver walked up to near where Creme was standing. All the others had already formed up on the door, but it seemed that Rose had no idea they were there. They all look battered, and Snake was no exception. He was mentally and physically tired. He needed to finish this.
"Alright, whats the game plan?" Snake asked, and 'Weaver looked at Creme.
"We're gonna finish this," 'Weaver said, and Creme nodded.
"Just like old times," Snake said to himself, putting his shotgun into a holster, and drawing his pistols. He ran through the mansion, towards the gunfire.
He came upon a hallway filled with a group of Rose's goons firing upon some ponies on the other side. With deadly efficiency, Snake popped off rounds into each of their heads. Within' seconds, they were all dead.
"All clear!" shouted Snake, and a group of heads popped up from behind the cover. They were more of Rose's goons.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Snake said, before diving for cover. Bullets ripped around him, as Snake reloaded his pistols. Then, putting up a magic shield, Snake rolled out of the cover, firing at the enemies. While it wasn't accurate, 2 of the 4 enemies met their demise to bullets. The others just simply ran out of ammo. Snake pulled out the knife that he recovered from Ludwig, and charged them. The blade was lodged into one's skull, leaving a one on one situation.
The other pony was an earth pony, and looked like he would be able to crush Snake's skull inbetween his hooves. Snake, on the other, hand, was an unicorn, and had a few tricks up his sleeve. Snake quickly dodged every punch the earthpony threw, and quickly attacked with an equally harsh blast of telekinetic magic. Within a few seconds, every tooth had been knocked out of the poor pony's head, and he couldn't see through the blood and bruises that covered his eyes. Snake walked away from the incapacitated pony, but not before bucking him hard enough to put him to sleep. Snake then walked into an adjacent office, to find that 'Weaver was already inside.
"Hello 'Weaver, fancy seeing you here," Snake said, wiping the blood off his face with a hanker chief.
"Well, glad to see that you're still alive," 'Weaver said. "Where's Shield?"
Snake looked down for a moment, and 'Weaver nodded. "I see."
"Ludwig, that fucking Griffon is dead, though," Snake said, walking over to 'Weaver. "What do we have here?"
"Documents. Thought you might want to take a look at them," 'Weaver said, and Snake nodded.
"Later. We have a job to finish," Snake said, as they left the room.
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Snake and 'Weaver walked up to near where Creme was standing. All the others had already formed up on the door, but it seemed that Rose had no idea they were there. They all look battered, and Snake was no exception. He was mentally and physically tired. He needed to finish this.
"Alright, whats the game plan?" Snake asked, and 'Weaver looked at Creme.
"We're gonna finish this," 'Weaver said, and Creme nodded.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Arualsti Tue 22 Jul 2014, 21:40
Creme paced in front of the door, not daring to push it open. He had ran this moment through his mind several times, thought through all the different ways he could enter through those doors and get his answers. He could feel everyone rolling their eyes at him and Weaver's angry nervous energy. Creme paused in front of the door, then started pacing again. He heard Tootsie let out a loud , exasperated sigh. “Oh by Celestia's creamy cunt, I had shits more exciting than this, move asshole.” She pulled Creme back by the tail, ushering everypony else to stand back too. She pointed her horn directly toward the door, a crackling yellow orb forming at the tip. It grew larger and larger, and with a loud bang, a beam shot from the tip, striking the door. It immediately dissappeared, along with a good chunk of wall, reduced to ash and smoke. Tootsie grabbed Creme and pratically threw him with her magic through the hole.
Guns were on him immediately, but as the dust settled, the two guards looked at each other and back to Creme, remembering what he had ordered them to do. They lowered their weapons.
There in the middle stood Rose. She was smaller than Creme remembered, thinner, more tired. She fumbled for a pistol on her desk. Creme pulled it from her magic grasp, pointing it toward her. She looked at her guards. “Shoot him, shoot them!” She screeched, staring behind Creme as everyone else came through the hole. The guards looked at Creme, but didn't raise their guns. Creme looked to the side just in time to see Weaver try to barge past him. “No Weaver, not yet, I want answers.” She tried to push past him again. “Kass! Hold he back!” Kass pulled Weaver back gently.
“Rose.” Creme began, wondering what he should ask. What did the answers matter anymore? He was never going to get closure, even if she did die. There was no getting back his life. No undoing the damage she'd done. He could feel the anger and disbelief that he had felt the night he went on the run.
“Why me?” he said simply.
“What?” She spat.
“What did I do to warrant a death sentence?”
Rose burst out laughing.
“You wanna know, don't you? Like i'd tell you”
Creme gritted his teeth, swing the pistol round in his magical grip, smashing the butt against her nose.
“Fucking tell me!”
“You are so stupid, Creme, a blind and fucking retarded. But you are tenacious too. You might have stayed loyal to me and not seen all the clues of my plan, but if I knew if I slipped up slightly, you'd start pulling at threads until you'd unravelled it all. Couldn't risk that.”
Creme spat at her. “I had been loyal to you since i'd met you, you'd kill me just in case I turned against you, do you not trust anyone?”
“Oh I trust you Creme, I trust that any second you'll let Weaver loose, and I trust that she'll hurt me a lot more than a broken nose. I only trust that ponies could be dangerous to be, never that they'd be beneficial. Do that and you'll end up dead”
Creme laughed “Who did you trust with your life then?” He motioned to Kass the let Weaver go.
Guns were on him immediately, but as the dust settled, the two guards looked at each other and back to Creme, remembering what he had ordered them to do. They lowered their weapons.
There in the middle stood Rose. She was smaller than Creme remembered, thinner, more tired. She fumbled for a pistol on her desk. Creme pulled it from her magic grasp, pointing it toward her. She looked at her guards. “Shoot him, shoot them!” She screeched, staring behind Creme as everyone else came through the hole. The guards looked at Creme, but didn't raise their guns. Creme looked to the side just in time to see Weaver try to barge past him. “No Weaver, not yet, I want answers.” She tried to push past him again. “Kass! Hold he back!” Kass pulled Weaver back gently.
“Rose.” Creme began, wondering what he should ask. What did the answers matter anymore? He was never going to get closure, even if she did die. There was no getting back his life. No undoing the damage she'd done. He could feel the anger and disbelief that he had felt the night he went on the run.
“Why me?” he said simply.
“What?” She spat.
“What did I do to warrant a death sentence?”
Rose burst out laughing.
“You wanna know, don't you? Like i'd tell you”
Creme gritted his teeth, swing the pistol round in his magical grip, smashing the butt against her nose.
“Fucking tell me!”
“You are so stupid, Creme, a blind and fucking retarded. But you are tenacious too. You might have stayed loyal to me and not seen all the clues of my plan, but if I knew if I slipped up slightly, you'd start pulling at threads until you'd unravelled it all. Couldn't risk that.”
Creme spat at her. “I had been loyal to you since i'd met you, you'd kill me just in case I turned against you, do you not trust anyone?”
“Oh I trust you Creme, I trust that any second you'll let Weaver loose, and I trust that she'll hurt me a lot more than a broken nose. I only trust that ponies could be dangerous to be, never that they'd be beneficial. Do that and you'll end up dead”
Creme laughed “Who did you trust with your life then?” He motioned to Kass the let Weaver go.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Cloudchaser Wed 23 Jul 2014, 13:46
'Weaver was practically fuming as she struggled against the grip of Kass and Crimson who jumped in to help Kass keep 'Weaver at bay. She had been waiting for this moment for so long and now they were finally here, Rose was on the floor in front of her and if 'Weaver didn't respect Creme she would've broken loose and bashed Rose's skull in.
She sat down and stopped struggling and waited for Creme to finish his questioning, hoping he'd be quick about it.
'Weaver watched on as Rose so full of herself mocked Creme, that smile would soon be gone from her face.
Creme seemed less than amused at what Rose was telling him and eventually he turned around and motioned to Kass who had still been holding 'Weaver to let her go.
'Weaver stood up with massive vicious smirk on her face and she stared intently at Rose who was crawling backwards toward the wall, fear in her eyes and her face went white as a ghost.
Rose begun channeling a spell of some sort but 'Weaver quickly dashed over, grabbed Rose and smashed her into the wall. Rose stopped her channeling and was lying on the floor with blood running from her head.
"Heh, always the brutal one eh, 'Weaver?" Rose chuckled, 'Weaver grabbed her again and smashed her into her work desk, 'Weaver swore she heard a few ribs crack as Rose cried out in pain.
"You should've known better than to try and kill me, Rose. We've been friends and partners since we were 10! Does that not count for anything? Is this all just a game to you, Rose?" 'Weaver spat out at Rose who lay whimpering on the broken remains of the desk and at least more than a few dozen splinters were wedged into her body.
"hehe, You were definitely one of my best and most loyal henchmen. That's why I had to get rid of you, you were too loyal for your own good, where I was going together with the other families would've ended in a war none of us wanted and it would have all been your doing." Rose spat out in between coughing up blood and chuckling.
'Weaver pulled out her signature claw daggers, dripping with her signature poison and immediately as Rose saw them she stopped chuckling, her face went even whiter than a ghost and she began to try and crawl away.
"Oh yes, I see you recognize these." 'Weaver said and lifted up a hoof to look properly at her custom crafted daggers that had been fitted onto her hoof guards as claw like weapons, 2 blades on each hoof. "These have come in very handy and you probably remember the day I got my cutie mark, the day I found a black widow spider and captured it to extract it's poison only to then mix it up and make it even more lethal than before." 'Weaver was chuckling manically now as she slowly approached Rose.
"No, no, no, no! Don't do it! 'Weaver, please! Fuck, no! I'm sorry for everything 'Weaver! Okay? You hear that? I'M SORRY, look just back off and we'll forget about everything that's happened! You can come back as my right hand mare!" Rose was crawling away but 'Weaver had no intentions of letting her go.
She jumped up into the air and dove down right on the joints of one of Rose's back legs and broke it in half, twisting the leg upwards with the bones sticking out underneath. Rose screamed out in agony and gave up trying to crawl away.
"You burned down my house, you spread lies about me, you betrayed one of your only and most loyal friends. I don't think I can ever forgive you and you will not leave here alive tonight." 'Weaver looked back at the group, at Kass and Crimson, at Creme and Swiss and then Snake and Tootsie. They were her "friends" now and she knew that no matter what they would all stick together and see this through to the end.
"What say you guys about torching this place? She tried to burn us alive, I say it's only fair game to repay that favour." 'Weaver asked the group, no one was protesting and Tootsie ran away casting simple fire spells to light things on fire.
"I'll be with you guys in a moment, I'm just gonna finish my little talk with Rose here. You can go ahead without me, I'll catch up." 'Weaver said and the others nodded, though Kass was hesitant to leave.
"I'll be fine, Kass. Don't worry." 'Weaver told her and Kass looked back at her. "You better be, 'Weaver." She said and then ran after the others.
"Now then, Rose. Normally I would give you the choice of a slow and painful death or a quick and painless one but for all the pain and harm you've caused me lately I'm afraid I'm all out of mercy." A wicked smile crossed 'Weaver's face as she slowly approached Rose again.
Rose was shuddering, mostly from the pain and shock of losing so much blood. 'Weaver now stood over her, a moment of hesitation before she drove her claws into one of Rose's lungs, punctured it and spread her lethal poison into her body.
The flames were beginning to engulf the room and sweat drops were beginning to form on 'Weaver, she looked down at Rose spasming on the floor and smiled.
"Pray that the poison finishes you off before the flames do but I made sure to not hit you where you'd get a quick death. I'd say you have a good hour or so before the poison has fully done it's job and until then your body will burn up from the inside, the poison melting your inner organs slowly before finally reaching your heart but by then the flames will have probably given you a good burn." 'Weaver said and walked towards the door of the room before stopping for a quick moment and looked back at Rose who lay there whimpering and spasming in pain.
"Good bye, Rose." 'Weaver finally said and then took off and flew through the closest window and rendezvoused with the others back at their van.
She sat down and stopped struggling and waited for Creme to finish his questioning, hoping he'd be quick about it.
'Weaver watched on as Rose so full of herself mocked Creme, that smile would soon be gone from her face.
Creme seemed less than amused at what Rose was telling him and eventually he turned around and motioned to Kass who had still been holding 'Weaver to let her go.
'Weaver stood up with massive vicious smirk on her face and she stared intently at Rose who was crawling backwards toward the wall, fear in her eyes and her face went white as a ghost.
Rose begun channeling a spell of some sort but 'Weaver quickly dashed over, grabbed Rose and smashed her into the wall. Rose stopped her channeling and was lying on the floor with blood running from her head.
"Heh, always the brutal one eh, 'Weaver?" Rose chuckled, 'Weaver grabbed her again and smashed her into her work desk, 'Weaver swore she heard a few ribs crack as Rose cried out in pain.
"You should've known better than to try and kill me, Rose. We've been friends and partners since we were 10! Does that not count for anything? Is this all just a game to you, Rose?" 'Weaver spat out at Rose who lay whimpering on the broken remains of the desk and at least more than a few dozen splinters were wedged into her body.
"hehe, You were definitely one of my best and most loyal henchmen. That's why I had to get rid of you, you were too loyal for your own good, where I was going together with the other families would've ended in a war none of us wanted and it would have all been your doing." Rose spat out in between coughing up blood and chuckling.
'Weaver pulled out her signature claw daggers, dripping with her signature poison and immediately as Rose saw them she stopped chuckling, her face went even whiter than a ghost and she began to try and crawl away.
"Oh yes, I see you recognize these." 'Weaver said and lifted up a hoof to look properly at her custom crafted daggers that had been fitted onto her hoof guards as claw like weapons, 2 blades on each hoof. "These have come in very handy and you probably remember the day I got my cutie mark, the day I found a black widow spider and captured it to extract it's poison only to then mix it up and make it even more lethal than before." 'Weaver was chuckling manically now as she slowly approached Rose.
"No, no, no, no! Don't do it! 'Weaver, please! Fuck, no! I'm sorry for everything 'Weaver! Okay? You hear that? I'M SORRY, look just back off and we'll forget about everything that's happened! You can come back as my right hand mare!" Rose was crawling away but 'Weaver had no intentions of letting her go.
She jumped up into the air and dove down right on the joints of one of Rose's back legs and broke it in half, twisting the leg upwards with the bones sticking out underneath. Rose screamed out in agony and gave up trying to crawl away.
"You burned down my house, you spread lies about me, you betrayed one of your only and most loyal friends. I don't think I can ever forgive you and you will not leave here alive tonight." 'Weaver looked back at the group, at Kass and Crimson, at Creme and Swiss and then Snake and Tootsie. They were her "friends" now and she knew that no matter what they would all stick together and see this through to the end.
"What say you guys about torching this place? She tried to burn us alive, I say it's only fair game to repay that favour." 'Weaver asked the group, no one was protesting and Tootsie ran away casting simple fire spells to light things on fire.
"I'll be with you guys in a moment, I'm just gonna finish my little talk with Rose here. You can go ahead without me, I'll catch up." 'Weaver said and the others nodded, though Kass was hesitant to leave.
"I'll be fine, Kass. Don't worry." 'Weaver told her and Kass looked back at her. "You better be, 'Weaver." She said and then ran after the others.
"Now then, Rose. Normally I would give you the choice of a slow and painful death or a quick and painless one but for all the pain and harm you've caused me lately I'm afraid I'm all out of mercy." A wicked smile crossed 'Weaver's face as she slowly approached Rose again.
Rose was shuddering, mostly from the pain and shock of losing so much blood. 'Weaver now stood over her, a moment of hesitation before she drove her claws into one of Rose's lungs, punctured it and spread her lethal poison into her body.
The flames were beginning to engulf the room and sweat drops were beginning to form on 'Weaver, she looked down at Rose spasming on the floor and smiled.
"Pray that the poison finishes you off before the flames do but I made sure to not hit you where you'd get a quick death. I'd say you have a good hour or so before the poison has fully done it's job and until then your body will burn up from the inside, the poison melting your inner organs slowly before finally reaching your heart but by then the flames will have probably given you a good burn." 'Weaver said and walked towards the door of the room before stopping for a quick moment and looked back at Rose who lay there whimpering and spasming in pain.
"Good bye, Rose." 'Weaver finally said and then took off and flew through the closest window and rendezvoused with the others back at their van.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Wed 23 Jul 2014, 21:19
Clover and Orchid watched as the mansion went up in flames, along with the Rose family's legend and fortune. Clover just sneered, but Orchid wiped away a tear. Not for Rose, no. For the plan. They were down a family and the once easy plan was now far more complicated: The FBI was on their asses, and a group of highly trained killers who didn't give two damns about the law after them. Perhaps Clover could get rid of them: He did have a way with killing things. They would surely be coming for them now, and Orchid was worried to say the least.
"C'mon Orchid, let's get out of here. We don't want the FBI showing up while we're here," said Clover. Orchid just nodded, and followed Clover to their private car.
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The drive home was quiet. It had been a brutal fight, and no one wanted to talk about it. Tootsie was driving, and Snake sat in the back, blankly staring at the floor of the car. His cigarette burned in his mouth, but he hadn't taken a single drag off of it. Shield had died because of him. Another pony dead.
Sure, they had gotten Rose. It was a step in the right direction. Clover would be the next easist boss to kill, and I'm sure they needed more answers. Snake did have the documents, but he didn't know how much it would give them.
They got home, and Snake wordlessly walked to his room. He quickly read through the documents, his head still ringing with the sounds of gunshots and screams of dying ponies. He could barely focus, but as he read through, he realized something was up. Sure, there were a few reports about the failed killing of the greatest members of each mob.
Then he read about funding. Weaponry coming in from all corners of the world. Money coming in from multi-billionaire companies. Even government branches. While he knew that ponies and griffons were funding the Rose Family, all this money and weaponry was being transferred from the Rose's bank account into a much larger bank account. Equal amounts of money were being shipped out, buying things like war bonds, heavy duty machine guns, everything left over from the great war. Snake read carefully, loading a magazine of pistol ammunition in one magical grip, turning the pages of each document with the other.
"...Magical Crystals... MG-42's... MP-40's... What do they need all this heavy equipment for?" asked Snake to himself, as he put the document down. "Something is definitely not right..."
Then, Snake turned the next page. His eyes widened with horror.
"10 million... spent on armored units and armor... tanks, and a single PanzerSuit..." Snake's eyes were wide in fear. This was much bigger than just betrayal due to mistrust. There was something big coming, and Snake and his comrades had the ability to stop it. Snake then looked at the buyer signature. Instead of a signature, a single green marking sat there.
A clover.
They're battle wasn't over yet. They had more to do.
Snake walked out into the living room, where everypony was resting and reflecting before going to bed. He rushed in, cigarette in his mouth, and slapped the documents upon the table.
"We leave tomorrow midday. Get good rest. We're all going to Detrot," Snake said, taking a drag off his cigarette. "I'm not gonna leave a job a third finished."
Everypony nodded, obviously drained from the battle. "If you want out, you can get out. But I'm sure that we all have a bone to pick with every single one of these assholes. So if you want to leave, go now. The rest of you, I expect to see you all at dawn tomorrow, ready to pack up and move to Detrot."
With that, Snake walked away, a new sense of urgency burning within him.
"C'mon Orchid, let's get out of here. We don't want the FBI showing up while we're here," said Clover. Orchid just nodded, and followed Clover to their private car.
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The drive home was quiet. It had been a brutal fight, and no one wanted to talk about it. Tootsie was driving, and Snake sat in the back, blankly staring at the floor of the car. His cigarette burned in his mouth, but he hadn't taken a single drag off of it. Shield had died because of him. Another pony dead.
Sure, they had gotten Rose. It was a step in the right direction. Clover would be the next easist boss to kill, and I'm sure they needed more answers. Snake did have the documents, but he didn't know how much it would give them.
They got home, and Snake wordlessly walked to his room. He quickly read through the documents, his head still ringing with the sounds of gunshots and screams of dying ponies. He could barely focus, but as he read through, he realized something was up. Sure, there were a few reports about the failed killing of the greatest members of each mob.
Then he read about funding. Weaponry coming in from all corners of the world. Money coming in from multi-billionaire companies. Even government branches. While he knew that ponies and griffons were funding the Rose Family, all this money and weaponry was being transferred from the Rose's bank account into a much larger bank account. Equal amounts of money were being shipped out, buying things like war bonds, heavy duty machine guns, everything left over from the great war. Snake read carefully, loading a magazine of pistol ammunition in one magical grip, turning the pages of each document with the other.
"...Magical Crystals... MG-42's... MP-40's... What do they need all this heavy equipment for?" asked Snake to himself, as he put the document down. "Something is definitely not right..."
Then, Snake turned the next page. His eyes widened with horror.
"10 million... spent on armored units and armor... tanks, and a single PanzerSuit..." Snake's eyes were wide in fear. This was much bigger than just betrayal due to mistrust. There was something big coming, and Snake and his comrades had the ability to stop it. Snake then looked at the buyer signature. Instead of a signature, a single green marking sat there.
A clover.
They're battle wasn't over yet. They had more to do.
Snake walked out into the living room, where everypony was resting and reflecting before going to bed. He rushed in, cigarette in his mouth, and slapped the documents upon the table.
"We leave tomorrow midday. Get good rest. We're all going to Detrot," Snake said, taking a drag off his cigarette. "I'm not gonna leave a job a third finished."
Everypony nodded, obviously drained from the battle. "If you want out, you can get out. But I'm sure that we all have a bone to pick with every single one of these assholes. So if you want to leave, go now. The rest of you, I expect to see you all at dawn tomorrow, ready to pack up and move to Detrot."
With that, Snake walked away, a new sense of urgency burning within him.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Pegabella Sun 27 Jul 2014, 05:27
After Snake walked out of the room, everything was quiet. Everyone seemed to be lost in the oblivion of their own minds. Kass thought for a few moments about coming face to face with her adoptive father. She stared blankly at the wall and began to remember all the times they spent together as a family. All the times Four Leaf was her shoulder to cry on and father to love. She then remembered the pain she endured in the distillery with everypony else. She even had the scar above her eye as an everyday reminder of their betrayal.
Kass couldn’t take the silence much longer. She grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol she could find and walked out of the room without a word. After walking a few minutes she found herself near Snake’s room and decided to stop in.
“Knock Knock” She said, only to be responded with a silent mumble. “I will take that as a welcome.” She said to herself as she entered the room. Snake was sitting on his bed without a cigarette, or drink at hoof which was unusual.
“Hey are you doing alright?” She asked, only to get silence in return. “Uh...Well I just wanted to say thank you.” She spoke before thinking. “It takes a real leader to get us through this far.” Snake looked up at her, expression nervous. She noticed his ancy mood and walked over to give him a hug. “ We already have one down...We can take the others just as easily.” She spoke before letting go of the embrace.
Kass then poured him a drink and placed it in his hooves, receiving a strange glance from Snake. “Oh...And I can give someone a call for a place to stay. I will have it all arranged by morning.” She said as she clinked glasses with Snake and started toward the door. “Sounds good? Good. Oh and...Make sure to get some sleep okay?” She said before smiling and closing the door behind her.
She then flew up to her room and rummaged for a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. Kass dialed and took a long swig of her drink before a colts voice answered. “Hello?”
She put on the sweetest voice possible and began to speak. “Um...Hello? Is this Mr.Wolfgang?” The voice then responded. “Why yes! And who is this?”
“This Is Kara from the other night. You gave me your number to call when I got home. Sorry I kind of fell asleep before calling you..” Lies.She giggled as girly as possible, grossing herself out a tad bit.
“Ah yes of course!! Kara!! I have been waiting to hear from you! How have you been?” He asked with genuine concern.
“I Have been alright I guess.” She paused, remembering how he told her about the string of properties and hotels he bragged about owning in Detrot. “But…” She paused again, inhaling dramatically to draw his attention.
“Yes Sweetheart? What is it?” He asked.
“Well you see...My..my father has been very sick lately. He resides in the Detrot Mercy Hospital...But I have nowhere to stay since I sold my apartment..” She sniffled in a fake manor, trying as hard as she can to make it sound realistic.
“Well, You know I have the perfect place for you to stay in!!” He spoke proudly, bragging about his riches.
“You would really do that for me Wolfgang?!” She spoke excitedly in a fake squeaky tone. “Just one problem is...I have some cousins with me...And they all want to stay together... ”
“No problem at all Kara!!! I have the perfect pres. suite that will sure be perfect for you and your family. Its got a balcony, and a-”
“Thanks so much!I owe you big time Wolfgang!! I promise I will make it up to you”
“I-uh..I’m sure you will Kara...Speaking of which, should go get coffee some time soon.”
She rolled her eyes and dragged her hoof down her face, wanting nothing more than to get the directions and end the call.
“Sure! So could I have directions to the building??”
“Of course!” He said before giving her the directions.
After a long and unrelenting talk with the colt, Kass finally hung up the phone and flew to see how Weaver was holding up after Rose. She talked to Weaver for some time before letting her have her well deserved rest and going back to her room for some sleep.
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After packing all the supplies into the car the crew gathered into the main room.
“After pulling some strings I found a place for us to stay...Problem is our mugs are most likely plastered everywhere after we demolished Rose’s mansion. So...We may want some sort of disguise until we get to the safehouse. I made up a bunch of this herbal mix late last that changes your eye color. The rest is up to you...whatever will make you feel like you look different. Go crazy. I know the directions so I’m driving. I will be in the car.”
Kass put on a sweatshirt and waited in the car until everyone came, then began their trek to their suite.
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Once they got to the Suite, Kass looked around for the Key Wolfgang told her to find. Once she found it, she opened the door to an extravagant set up that she was not expecting. Everything was clean and secluded, and the place was indeed large enough to hold the whole crew and then some. Kass motioned everyone to join in and settle.
“Well..home sweet home. Might a well settle in while we can..” Kass said before going off to find a room for herself.
Kass couldn’t take the silence much longer. She grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol she could find and walked out of the room without a word. After walking a few minutes she found herself near Snake’s room and decided to stop in.
“Knock Knock” She said, only to be responded with a silent mumble. “I will take that as a welcome.” She said to herself as she entered the room. Snake was sitting on his bed without a cigarette, or drink at hoof which was unusual.
“Hey are you doing alright?” She asked, only to get silence in return. “Uh...Well I just wanted to say thank you.” She spoke before thinking. “It takes a real leader to get us through this far.” Snake looked up at her, expression nervous. She noticed his ancy mood and walked over to give him a hug. “ We already have one down...We can take the others just as easily.” She spoke before letting go of the embrace.
Kass then poured him a drink and placed it in his hooves, receiving a strange glance from Snake. “Oh...And I can give someone a call for a place to stay. I will have it all arranged by morning.” She said as she clinked glasses with Snake and started toward the door. “Sounds good? Good. Oh and...Make sure to get some sleep okay?” She said before smiling and closing the door behind her.
She then flew up to her room and rummaged for a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. Kass dialed and took a long swig of her drink before a colts voice answered. “Hello?”
She put on the sweetest voice possible and began to speak. “Um...Hello? Is this Mr.Wolfgang?” The voice then responded. “Why yes! And who is this?”
“This Is Kara from the other night. You gave me your number to call when I got home. Sorry I kind of fell asleep before calling you..” Lies.She giggled as girly as possible, grossing herself out a tad bit.
“Ah yes of course!! Kara!! I have been waiting to hear from you! How have you been?” He asked with genuine concern.
“I Have been alright I guess.” She paused, remembering how he told her about the string of properties and hotels he bragged about owning in Detrot. “But…” She paused again, inhaling dramatically to draw his attention.
“Yes Sweetheart? What is it?” He asked.
“Well you see...My..my father has been very sick lately. He resides in the Detrot Mercy Hospital...But I have nowhere to stay since I sold my apartment..” She sniffled in a fake manor, trying as hard as she can to make it sound realistic.
“Well, You know I have the perfect place for you to stay in!!” He spoke proudly, bragging about his riches.
“You would really do that for me Wolfgang?!” She spoke excitedly in a fake squeaky tone. “Just one problem is...I have some cousins with me...And they all want to stay together... ”
“No problem at all Kara!!! I have the perfect pres. suite that will sure be perfect for you and your family. Its got a balcony, and a-”
“Thanks so much!I owe you big time Wolfgang!! I promise I will make it up to you”
“I-uh..I’m sure you will Kara...Speaking of which, should go get coffee some time soon.”
She rolled her eyes and dragged her hoof down her face, wanting nothing more than to get the directions and end the call.
“Sure! So could I have directions to the building??”
“Of course!” He said before giving her the directions.
After a long and unrelenting talk with the colt, Kass finally hung up the phone and flew to see how Weaver was holding up after Rose. She talked to Weaver for some time before letting her have her well deserved rest and going back to her room for some sleep.
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After packing all the supplies into the car the crew gathered into the main room.
“After pulling some strings I found a place for us to stay...Problem is our mugs are most likely plastered everywhere after we demolished Rose’s mansion. So...We may want some sort of disguise until we get to the safehouse. I made up a bunch of this herbal mix late last that changes your eye color. The rest is up to you...whatever will make you feel like you look different. Go crazy. I know the directions so I’m driving. I will be in the car.”
Kass put on a sweatshirt and waited in the car until everyone came, then began their trek to their suite.
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Once they got to the Suite, Kass looked around for the Key Wolfgang told her to find. Once she found it, she opened the door to an extravagant set up that she was not expecting. Everything was clean and secluded, and the place was indeed large enough to hold the whole crew and then some. Kass motioned everyone to join in and settle.
“Well..home sweet home. Might a well settle in while we can..” Kass said before going off to find a room for herself.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Princess Blueblood Mon 28 Jul 2014, 16:16
Snake found a small singe bed bedroom inside the flat, and threw down his bag. He quickly set up a radio, and a small wardrobe. He didn't feel completely safe just yet: They hadn't even scouted the area around the new home. Snake quickly lit a cigarette, and pulled out his gun bag. It had a Thompson M1921, as well as 4 drum mags, his shotgun, some shells, and his pistols as well as some ammo. It wouldn't be enough for his stay in Detrot, but it was a start.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and 'Weaver walked in.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked, and Snake nodded.
"Patrol, yeah?" He asked, and 'Weaver nodded.
"Secure the area, find the ins and outs. I don't want to be fucking shot in the head while I'm sleeping." She said, and Snake nodded. He levitated his thompson out as well as his pistols, and holstered them quickly.
"Let's get to it while it's still dark," Snake said, cigarette burning. The two quickly walked out of the room, and quickly told the others what they were doing. 'Weaver seemed grumpier than usual, and everypony had gotten acquainted to the much more angry pony Snake had become. They walked out the door promptly, leaving the rest of the gang to sit around and cluck their tongues.
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Wild Card rummaged through the trash, intent on finding something to eat. She had run out of bits two days ago, and was already feeling the pain of being homeless. She hadn't really run out of money, it was those thugs with the clover pins that had robbed her... again. She had gotten away quick enough before they raped her, but she wasn't so sure she'd be so lucky next time. She was weak, hungry, and thirsty.
It had been a few weeks since the blast. Since then, the whole town had gone to hell. Clover pin wearing goons had filled the streets, acting like it was wartime again. Mayor had been replaced, and the whole town was under lockdown. Only the richer areas of the cities were okay. And luckily, Wild Card had made it there.
She had been rummaging through some trash when two figures came out of the hotel adjacent to the alleyway Wild Card was in. One had a gun by its side, and was scanning the area. Probably a watchguard who had heard the clanking of trash cans and thought it was somepony from the lower areas of Detrot. Wild Card slunk away into the shadows of the alley, as the figures moved towards it.
"I thought I heard something," Said a gruff voice, followed by the action of a gun sounding.
"No shit, Snake. I didn't realize I was fucking deaf," Said the other voice, a feminine but harsh one.
The figures peered into they alley, the male screening the area with his gun. Wild Card's breath was silent, but it seemed that the female's senses were far superior to the male's.
"I hear breathing," Said the female, and the male cast a light spell over the alley. It was almost as if the sun had been in the alleyway itself.
Wild Card jumped from her cover spot, using her iron horse-shoes to pummel the trashcans out of the way. The fun clicked loudly, but no bullets came out.
"It's fuckin' jammed!" shouted the one called Snake, before he dropped the gun.
Wild Card slammed a hoof into his face, but the stallion didn't flinch, instead dodging Wild Card's next swing and bringing down one of his own. Wild Card quickly jumped out of the way, bucking the stallion. By now, the mare, who was a pegasus was flying over head, about to dive down upon Wild Card.
The stallion jumped to his feet, and drew a gun, this one locked and loaded. He quickly leveled it to Wild Card's head, but went no further.
"There are two way's out of this. You can either stop right now, and walk away from this alive, or get a bullet inbetween your eyes. Your choice," The stallion said, blood trickling down from a cut on his brow.
Wild Card froze, tears in her eyes. This was it. This was how she was going to die.
"You're just going to kill me anyway, just do it now," She said, staring at the Stallion. The stallion narrowed his eyes, and the pegasus, who now revealed herself as a batpony, landed.
"What the fuck is she on about?" asked the Batpony, and the stallion shrugged.
"You're all the same! You'll just rob me and rape me and then kill me! I've seen you clovers do it!" Wild Card shouted, and the Stallion just scoffed.
"Really that bad, eh?" Asked the Stallion, holstering his gun. "We aren't clovers, but if you're that afraid of them, things must be really bad."
The pegasus mare narrowed her eyes at the Stallion, and nudged him. "She attacked us. You're just gonna let her go?"
"She thought we were clovers. Honest mistake."
"A mistake that could have cost us our lives!"
"Do you really think a mare who was rummaging through the trash could have killed us? I don't think so."
Wild Card watched the two bicker, when she realized who they were. The batpony was unmistakable, but the one with the scar just added to it.
"You're... you're the Gang Squad!" shouted Wild Card as the argued, and they both looked at her.
"The what?" asked the batpony.
"The gang squad! You're the guys who killed The Rose family head yesterday!" Shouted Wild Card, and Snake looked at the Pegasus mare.
"Shit, Kass was right. We are pretty famous," Snake said, and 'Weaver snorted.
"Of course. We take out the head of the family that practically controls Manehatten, somepony is going to notice," 'Weaver said, and Snake just shrugged.
"Look, please, just hear me out. My friends and I were at the Victory Day festival when somepony blew up the square, and now I've bee-"
"And why do we care?" asked 'Weaver, but Snake cut her off.
"Let the filly tell her story," Snake said.
"I've been trapped here ever since. The whole downtown area's gone to shit," Said Wild Card.
"Where are your friends?" asked Snake, obviously more sympathetic with the mare.
"They're... they died," Wild Card said, and Snake nodded.
"I presume you're out of money, and you have no place to stay if you're rummaging through garbage cans," Snake said, and 'Weaver glared at him.
"You cannot be seriously thinking about bringing he-"
"Shut the fuck up!" shouted Snake, his gruff voice bellowing at 'Weaver. "Just shut up! If you can't fucking tell, 'Weaver, we don't have a lot of friends right fucking now, so I'm going to take what I can get. So unless you have some magical batpony army stored somewhere, I don't think you have a better fucking idea!"
'Weaver glared at him, but silenced herself. Snake turned towards Wild Card once more, and sighed.
"I'll give you two options. You can help us get rid of the Clover family. It won't be easy, you might die, or worse, but we need friends, and if you're fast enough and strong enough to ring my bell, I think you might just be cut out for this type of work. Your other option is to forget this ever happened, and move on. It'll be less dangerous in some cases, but far more in others," Snake said, lighting a cigarette. "Your choice."
Wild Card just stared at the duo. She had just met them, and they were asking if she wanted to join them. Perhaps they were tight on bodies. Or maybe they just wanted to kill her in a quieter place. Maybe the blood she had spilled from Snake's brow had gotten her some respect. She didn't know. All she knew was that either choice might get her killed.
"I... I don't know," Wild Card said, but the others didn't say a word. "I... I'll do it."
"Good," Snake said, and tapped 'Weaver on the shoulder. "Finish the patrol."
"Fine." with that, 'Weaver flew away.
"Alright, let's get you inside and a meal in your stomach," Snake said, his burn wound curving into a crescent. "Welcome to the gang."
Suddenly, the door swung open, and 'Weaver walked in.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked, and Snake nodded.
"Patrol, yeah?" He asked, and 'Weaver nodded.
"Secure the area, find the ins and outs. I don't want to be fucking shot in the head while I'm sleeping." She said, and Snake nodded. He levitated his thompson out as well as his pistols, and holstered them quickly.
"Let's get to it while it's still dark," Snake said, cigarette burning. The two quickly walked out of the room, and quickly told the others what they were doing. 'Weaver seemed grumpier than usual, and everypony had gotten acquainted to the much more angry pony Snake had become. They walked out the door promptly, leaving the rest of the gang to sit around and cluck their tongues.
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Wild Card rummaged through the trash, intent on finding something to eat. She had run out of bits two days ago, and was already feeling the pain of being homeless. She hadn't really run out of money, it was those thugs with the clover pins that had robbed her... again. She had gotten away quick enough before they raped her, but she wasn't so sure she'd be so lucky next time. She was weak, hungry, and thirsty.
It had been a few weeks since the blast. Since then, the whole town had gone to hell. Clover pin wearing goons had filled the streets, acting like it was wartime again. Mayor had been replaced, and the whole town was under lockdown. Only the richer areas of the cities were okay. And luckily, Wild Card had made it there.
She had been rummaging through some trash when two figures came out of the hotel adjacent to the alleyway Wild Card was in. One had a gun by its side, and was scanning the area. Probably a watchguard who had heard the clanking of trash cans and thought it was somepony from the lower areas of Detrot. Wild Card slunk away into the shadows of the alley, as the figures moved towards it.
"I thought I heard something," Said a gruff voice, followed by the action of a gun sounding.
"No shit, Snake. I didn't realize I was fucking deaf," Said the other voice, a feminine but harsh one.
The figures peered into they alley, the male screening the area with his gun. Wild Card's breath was silent, but it seemed that the female's senses were far superior to the male's.
"I hear breathing," Said the female, and the male cast a light spell over the alley. It was almost as if the sun had been in the alleyway itself.
Wild Card jumped from her cover spot, using her iron horse-shoes to pummel the trashcans out of the way. The fun clicked loudly, but no bullets came out.
"It's fuckin' jammed!" shouted the one called Snake, before he dropped the gun.
Wild Card slammed a hoof into his face, but the stallion didn't flinch, instead dodging Wild Card's next swing and bringing down one of his own. Wild Card quickly jumped out of the way, bucking the stallion. By now, the mare, who was a pegasus was flying over head, about to dive down upon Wild Card.
The stallion jumped to his feet, and drew a gun, this one locked and loaded. He quickly leveled it to Wild Card's head, but went no further.
"There are two way's out of this. You can either stop right now, and walk away from this alive, or get a bullet inbetween your eyes. Your choice," The stallion said, blood trickling down from a cut on his brow.
Wild Card froze, tears in her eyes. This was it. This was how she was going to die.
"You're just going to kill me anyway, just do it now," She said, staring at the Stallion. The stallion narrowed his eyes, and the pegasus, who now revealed herself as a batpony, landed.
"What the fuck is she on about?" asked the Batpony, and the stallion shrugged.
"You're all the same! You'll just rob me and rape me and then kill me! I've seen you clovers do it!" Wild Card shouted, and the Stallion just scoffed.
"Really that bad, eh?" Asked the Stallion, holstering his gun. "We aren't clovers, but if you're that afraid of them, things must be really bad."
The pegasus mare narrowed her eyes at the Stallion, and nudged him. "She attacked us. You're just gonna let her go?"
"She thought we were clovers. Honest mistake."
"A mistake that could have cost us our lives!"
"Do you really think a mare who was rummaging through the trash could have killed us? I don't think so."
Wild Card watched the two bicker, when she realized who they were. The batpony was unmistakable, but the one with the scar just added to it.
"You're... you're the Gang Squad!" shouted Wild Card as the argued, and they both looked at her.
"The what?" asked the batpony.
"The gang squad! You're the guys who killed The Rose family head yesterday!" Shouted Wild Card, and Snake looked at the Pegasus mare.
"Shit, Kass was right. We are pretty famous," Snake said, and 'Weaver snorted.
"Of course. We take out the head of the family that practically controls Manehatten, somepony is going to notice," 'Weaver said, and Snake just shrugged.
"Look, please, just hear me out. My friends and I were at the Victory Day festival when somepony blew up the square, and now I've bee-"
"And why do we care?" asked 'Weaver, but Snake cut her off.
"Let the filly tell her story," Snake said.
"I've been trapped here ever since. The whole downtown area's gone to shit," Said Wild Card.
"Where are your friends?" asked Snake, obviously more sympathetic with the mare.
"They're... they died," Wild Card said, and Snake nodded.
"I presume you're out of money, and you have no place to stay if you're rummaging through garbage cans," Snake said, and 'Weaver glared at him.
"You cannot be seriously thinking about bringing he-"
"Shut the fuck up!" shouted Snake, his gruff voice bellowing at 'Weaver. "Just shut up! If you can't fucking tell, 'Weaver, we don't have a lot of friends right fucking now, so I'm going to take what I can get. So unless you have some magical batpony army stored somewhere, I don't think you have a better fucking idea!"
'Weaver glared at him, but silenced herself. Snake turned towards Wild Card once more, and sighed.
"I'll give you two options. You can help us get rid of the Clover family. It won't be easy, you might die, or worse, but we need friends, and if you're fast enough and strong enough to ring my bell, I think you might just be cut out for this type of work. Your other option is to forget this ever happened, and move on. It'll be less dangerous in some cases, but far more in others," Snake said, lighting a cigarette. "Your choice."
Wild Card just stared at the duo. She had just met them, and they were asking if she wanted to join them. Perhaps they were tight on bodies. Or maybe they just wanted to kill her in a quieter place. Maybe the blood she had spilled from Snake's brow had gotten her some respect. She didn't know. All she knew was that either choice might get her killed.
"I... I don't know," Wild Card said, but the others didn't say a word. "I... I'll do it."
"Good," Snake said, and tapped 'Weaver on the shoulder. "Finish the patrol."
"Fine." with that, 'Weaver flew away.
"Alright, let's get you inside and a meal in your stomach," Snake said, his burn wound curving into a crescent. "Welcome to the gang."
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Arualsti Tue 29 Jul 2014, 22:37
Tootsie floated a glass of wine next to her as she looked out of the high rise window out onto the city below. She took a sip, and immediately spat in back into the glass. She hated wine, but she loved how classy it made her look.
“Tootsie, you're the sociable sort, this is Wild Card, show her around, introduce everyone, get her something to eat, anything she likes. She's not been living too well recently, so treat her nice” Snake said in his typical gruff voice.
Tootsie sighed, a mare of her class shouldn't have to babysit some dirty little street rat that Snake wanted to keep. She turned to face them, and was immediately drawn to Wild Card. She was a scruffy, slight thing, clearly hadn't been on the streets long, she wasn't dirty enough, but long enough to have felt the pain of hunger and the never leaving fear. Part of Tootsie saw herself in Wild Card, scared, alone, homeless. Tootsie cursed to herself, this dirty dyke was nothing like her. She'd look like a boy if her eyes weren't so pretty.
“Fine, whatever. I'm not babysitting your new squeeze forever though.”
Snake left, leaving Wild Card and Tootsie alone.
“Nice to meet you.” Said Wild Card eventually, breaking the silence.
“Yeh, whatever, just march that bony ass of yours over there and you can get something to eat” Tootsie snapped, pouring her wine into a nearby plant pot and pointing toward the kitchen.
Wild Card timidly followed Tootsie to the kitchen. It was a bright, spacious room, stock with fresh and high quality ingredients. Tootsie grabbed a loaf of bread somepony had sliced earlier and tossed the ends toward Wild Card. “Enjoy.” She said, sharply.
Wild Card hesitated at the stale crusts of bread. Tootsie rolled her eyes and tutted. She floated an apple over the bread and forced in between the slices and it was crushed and mushy. She floated the disgusting sandwich toward Wild Card, who ate it with gusto, the unpleasant food better than anything she had seen for days. Tootsie let out a cruel laugh. “Look at you, scoffing that down like a little piggy. Oink oink.”
“Being extra insufferable today, Tootsie?” said Creme, now standing in the doorway. “Snake told me about his guest, I decided to make her something to eat, something decent.”
“I can feed her well enough, faggot.” She spat back.
Creme just rolled his eyes and pulled a chair back for Wild Card to sit at the breakfast bar. Tootsie scrambled up onto the chair next to her.
“That's Creme, fucking colt cuddler if I ever saw one. Don't mistake his kindness for anything other than a misplaced sense of kindess. That or he thinks you are a stallion and he wants to score your ass. Though if you ask me, he is a pillow biter through and through. Won't he be disappointed when he realises you have a cunt instead.” Tootsie said.
Creme did cook up a delicious feast of foods, and was courteous to make enough for Tootsie too. She know she didn't deserves it. He made cakes and fruit pies, crepes stuffed with cheese and mushrooms, some stuffed with fruit and chocolate. Wild Card ate as much as she could. Tootsie felt a small pang of guilt. She knew too that you needed to take full advantage of another ponies kindness as it could be the last bit of kindness you see for a while. Creme shooed them out whilst he began to clear up. Creme had seemed happier since the mansion burned down. He drank less too. Maybe his denying of her advances were simply down to stress. Tootsie would make him want her, eventually.
“Wanna have a shower now? I can send your clothes out to get cleaned too if you want, nothing like hot water and clean clothes to make you feel like a pony again. Wild Card nodded suspiciously, but let Tootsie lead her to the bathroom anyway.
“Just pass me what you want clean and i'll get it done, take as long as you like.”
Wild Card passed her clothes out of the door, and Tootsie bundled them up. There was a dry cleaners on the ground floor of the apartment building, they would freshen them up in a jiffy. She toyed with the idea of throwing them out the window or in the garbage chute. It'd be funny after all. She had to stop herself from doing that, and instead did as she promised, and took them to be cleaned.
She came back up with a fluffy white bath robe in her magical grip. She knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, Wild Card, I got you a bath robe to where until your clothes are clean.” Tootsie said loudly. There was no response. She could still hear the shower running, so she assumed it'd be okay to quickly open the door and throw the robe in for her. She pushed the door open and froze when she came face to face with Wild Card, naked, drying herself down with a towel. Tootsie saw everything and saved it to her little memory bank for later. She quickly unfroze, throwing the robe in.
“Sorry for the intrusion sweetheart, thought you'd want a robe so no one could see you naked, guess I am special enough get a private viewing?” Tootsie grinned, shutting the door before Wild Card could answer.
Tootsie laughed all the way to the lounge area, where Swiss and Kass were already gathered. Swiss was reading a book of some sort he had found, and Kass was drinking a glass of wine. Tootise sat down next to Swiss, who immediately looked uncomfortable.
“Hey Kass, hey my big man” Tootsie smiled, putting an arm around Swiss, who looked disturbed. She pulled away, laughing again.
“I heard Snake took in a local?” Kass asked.
“Yeh, scared little shit, she polishes up something pretty though” Toosie replied, turning to Swiss. “Jealous?”
They all turned to the sound of the bathroom door close, all eyes trained on the mare. She scurried down the stairs to the lounge, almost looking for permission to sit. Tootsie gestured to the space next to her, and Wild Card reluctantly excepted. Tootsie leant into her magically tugging at her robe. “So, do I get a full show later?” She purred.
Wild Card stood up sharply, wide eyed in horror. She sat next to Kass instead. Tootsie burst out laughing. “I'd be careful with Kass, Wild Card, i've seen her give mares a second glance.” Kass gave Tootsie a death glare, then excused herself.
“Swiss on the other hoof is so terrified of mares when sober that you could probably wander up to him with a dripping wet cunt and he'd make an excuse and run away. So if the urge comes, see me instead.” Tootsie said, a sly grin on her face. Swiss grunted and left the lounge. Wild Card quickly left too, what looked like tears forming in her eyes.
“Did I say something wrong?” She said, pouting.
“Tootsie, you're the sociable sort, this is Wild Card, show her around, introduce everyone, get her something to eat, anything she likes. She's not been living too well recently, so treat her nice” Snake said in his typical gruff voice.
Tootsie sighed, a mare of her class shouldn't have to babysit some dirty little street rat that Snake wanted to keep. She turned to face them, and was immediately drawn to Wild Card. She was a scruffy, slight thing, clearly hadn't been on the streets long, she wasn't dirty enough, but long enough to have felt the pain of hunger and the never leaving fear. Part of Tootsie saw herself in Wild Card, scared, alone, homeless. Tootsie cursed to herself, this dirty dyke was nothing like her. She'd look like a boy if her eyes weren't so pretty.
“Fine, whatever. I'm not babysitting your new squeeze forever though.”
Snake left, leaving Wild Card and Tootsie alone.
“Nice to meet you.” Said Wild Card eventually, breaking the silence.
“Yeh, whatever, just march that bony ass of yours over there and you can get something to eat” Tootsie snapped, pouring her wine into a nearby plant pot and pointing toward the kitchen.
Wild Card timidly followed Tootsie to the kitchen. It was a bright, spacious room, stock with fresh and high quality ingredients. Tootsie grabbed a loaf of bread somepony had sliced earlier and tossed the ends toward Wild Card. “Enjoy.” She said, sharply.
Wild Card hesitated at the stale crusts of bread. Tootsie rolled her eyes and tutted. She floated an apple over the bread and forced in between the slices and it was crushed and mushy. She floated the disgusting sandwich toward Wild Card, who ate it with gusto, the unpleasant food better than anything she had seen for days. Tootsie let out a cruel laugh. “Look at you, scoffing that down like a little piggy. Oink oink.”
“Being extra insufferable today, Tootsie?” said Creme, now standing in the doorway. “Snake told me about his guest, I decided to make her something to eat, something decent.”
“I can feed her well enough, faggot.” She spat back.
Creme just rolled his eyes and pulled a chair back for Wild Card to sit at the breakfast bar. Tootsie scrambled up onto the chair next to her.
“That's Creme, fucking colt cuddler if I ever saw one. Don't mistake his kindness for anything other than a misplaced sense of kindess. That or he thinks you are a stallion and he wants to score your ass. Though if you ask me, he is a pillow biter through and through. Won't he be disappointed when he realises you have a cunt instead.” Tootsie said.
Creme did cook up a delicious feast of foods, and was courteous to make enough for Tootsie too. She know she didn't deserves it. He made cakes and fruit pies, crepes stuffed with cheese and mushrooms, some stuffed with fruit and chocolate. Wild Card ate as much as she could. Tootsie felt a small pang of guilt. She knew too that you needed to take full advantage of another ponies kindness as it could be the last bit of kindness you see for a while. Creme shooed them out whilst he began to clear up. Creme had seemed happier since the mansion burned down. He drank less too. Maybe his denying of her advances were simply down to stress. Tootsie would make him want her, eventually.
“Wanna have a shower now? I can send your clothes out to get cleaned too if you want, nothing like hot water and clean clothes to make you feel like a pony again. Wild Card nodded suspiciously, but let Tootsie lead her to the bathroom anyway.
“Just pass me what you want clean and i'll get it done, take as long as you like.”
Wild Card passed her clothes out of the door, and Tootsie bundled them up. There was a dry cleaners on the ground floor of the apartment building, they would freshen them up in a jiffy. She toyed with the idea of throwing them out the window or in the garbage chute. It'd be funny after all. She had to stop herself from doing that, and instead did as she promised, and took them to be cleaned.
She came back up with a fluffy white bath robe in her magical grip. She knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, Wild Card, I got you a bath robe to where until your clothes are clean.” Tootsie said loudly. There was no response. She could still hear the shower running, so she assumed it'd be okay to quickly open the door and throw the robe in for her. She pushed the door open and froze when she came face to face with Wild Card, naked, drying herself down with a towel. Tootsie saw everything and saved it to her little memory bank for later. She quickly unfroze, throwing the robe in.
“Sorry for the intrusion sweetheart, thought you'd want a robe so no one could see you naked, guess I am special enough get a private viewing?” Tootsie grinned, shutting the door before Wild Card could answer.
Tootsie laughed all the way to the lounge area, where Swiss and Kass were already gathered. Swiss was reading a book of some sort he had found, and Kass was drinking a glass of wine. Tootise sat down next to Swiss, who immediately looked uncomfortable.
“Hey Kass, hey my big man” Tootsie smiled, putting an arm around Swiss, who looked disturbed. She pulled away, laughing again.
“I heard Snake took in a local?” Kass asked.
“Yeh, scared little shit, she polishes up something pretty though” Toosie replied, turning to Swiss. “Jealous?”
They all turned to the sound of the bathroom door close, all eyes trained on the mare. She scurried down the stairs to the lounge, almost looking for permission to sit. Tootsie gestured to the space next to her, and Wild Card reluctantly excepted. Tootsie leant into her magically tugging at her robe. “So, do I get a full show later?” She purred.
Wild Card stood up sharply, wide eyed in horror. She sat next to Kass instead. Tootsie burst out laughing. “I'd be careful with Kass, Wild Card, i've seen her give mares a second glance.” Kass gave Tootsie a death glare, then excused herself.
“Swiss on the other hoof is so terrified of mares when sober that you could probably wander up to him with a dripping wet cunt and he'd make an excuse and run away. So if the urge comes, see me instead.” Tootsie said, a sly grin on her face. Swiss grunted and left the lounge. Wild Card quickly left too, what looked like tears forming in her eyes.
“Did I say something wrong?” She said, pouting.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Pegabella Thu 31 Jul 2014, 05:11
Kass Settled in the highest room she could find with windows. She loved the view of her city. Even after everything, the mare could never hate Detrot. After unpacking her things, she remembered a bag she left in the van, and decided to retrieve it. She went downstairs and out the main door, closing it behind her.
Kass walked toward the van and opened the back, grabbing a bag full of books and small things she found in the old safe house. Suddenly, she felt a large hoof on her shoulder, and spun around as fast as she could manage, preparing to flick out her blade if need be.
“Woa now,” Wolfgang said with a charming smile. Kass let out a huge sigh and put her hoof to her chest. “Sweet Celestia Wolfgang...you scared me.” He laughed slightly.
“Sorry...didn’t mean to surprise you. I just wanted to see how your family is doing...You know..Check in like the gentleman I am.” He said with a proud smile. Kass struggled to determine if he was joking or not, and giggled nervously.
“We are fine...Just a bit tired from the journey.” He nodded his head. “I understand...Hey could I meet them?” He asked excitedly. She then remembered how Swiss was preparing guns in the main room. “Now really isn’t the best time Wolfgang. They are all resting...Maybe later.” His ears drooped. “Well how about I come in for coffee?” He asked as he started toward the door.
Kass panicked briefly and ran after him, grabbing his hoof right before he opened the door. “How about we go someplace else for coffee? Wouldn’t want to disturb the family...You Know?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced Kass up and down before finally agreeing. “Fine then. I will have my driver escort us.” Wolfgang lead Kass to his fancy car and she let out a long sigh. ‘Fucking Hell...’ She thought silently to herself, feeling relieved that she didn’t let him see the gang, but nervous due to the fact that she is going into the city with a colt she barely knew.
The car ride seemed long. Wolfgang droned on about his hotel business and Kass simply sat there, nodding and smiling. “We are here sir.” Said the Driver before he got out and opened the door for the two.
“Ladies first.” Wolfgang motioned for Kass to exit the vehicle, which she did reluctantly. He followed, and they found themselves in a cute square filled with small businesses and bakeries as far as the eye could see. They luckily landed in a nice part of Detrot.
Wolfgang walked along the sidewalk and said hello to more than a few ponies as they made their way to a quaint little bakery across the street. “ You sure do seem well known in these parts.” Kass spoke to break the silence. “Well half of these ponies pay rent to me...So yes I guess you could say that.” Kass rolled her eyes and followed the Hoity-Toity colt into the bakery. She was immediately assaulted with the sweet smell of cupcakes and sweets that she has never had the pleasure to taste before. Kaskara’s mouth watered and she licked her lips subtly, gawking at all the treats in front of her. Wolfgang looked at her, and seemed quite entertained by her reaction to the place.
“What? Have you never been to a bakery before?” He asked.
“Well...not like this one.” She said with a genuine smile creeping into her features.
“Then we better get you a box of cupcakes or something, because this place makes the absolute BEST in town.”
Kass nodded in agreement. “ I couldn’t pass on that one.” She said glancing up at him.
He smiled down at her and let her choose a dozen of the sweets before paying for them and heading off for coffee.
The two talked along the way about business until they reached a small stand that sold drinks.
“Coffee?” He asked Kass, but she politely declined, feeling bad that he already bought her an absurd amount of sweets that she could barely carry in her saddle bag.
Kass felt a pang of guilt about playing the colt just so she could reap him of his wealth. “Well...I think I ought to get home now… I really appreciate the Cupcakes WolfGang.”
“Aww are you sure? We have only been out for an hour or so…” he retaliated.
“I know...But I really need to get settled in and sort out some stuff before we...Visit my father.”
Wolfgang sighed in defeat. “Alright Kara...But we better do this again sometime. My driver seems to be a bit late so we might as well start walking.”
They walked for a while until they reached a not-so-fancy part of the city. It was dark and Kass wanted to fly home, but she was stuck with the colt. They turned into a dark street with barely any lights and Kass remembered the last time she was alone in Detrot at night. A shiver went down her spine as she heard hoofsteps out in the distance. Kass paused and raised her ears to listen.
“Is something wrong?” Asked Wolfgang before a burly colt came barreling toward him sending the two skidding across the rough pebbles. Kass snarled and flicked out her left blade, preparing for another pony to come flying out of the darkness. Suddenly, a unicorn mare emerged from the dark and attempted to tackle Kass, but she was prepared and dodged her quickly, causing the mare to stumble across the pavement and lose her balance, leaving her vulnerable. Kass took it as an open invitation to smash the unicorn to the ground before putting her blade to the mare’s throat.
A quiet pang reverberated through the alley way and Kass glanced over at Wolfgang, who threw the limp colt’s body off of him. Another one went after Wolfgang, and he fought him off with expert skill, dodging punches and slashing at him with a small pocket blade with perfect precision.
Kass turned her attention to the mare under her who was struggling to escape her grip. She pressed the blade harder into the neck of the unicorn, breaking her skin which caused her to convulse.
“A..Ah...If it isnt the infamous Kass-” Kass swiped solid hoof across the mare’s face, causing her to groan in pain. “F..Four Leaf has a message for you.” Kaskaras face twisted in anger.
“Well tell him to shove it up his ass when you meet him in hell.” She growled before slashing open the mare’s throat, causing her to gurgle then lay still.
Another gunshot was heard as Kass got up from the unicorn’s corpse and glanced over at Wolfgang, who kept his gun out just in case another assailant decided to show up.
He returned the stare and switched his glance to Kaskara’s blade, then her face. “Where’d you learn to fight like that Kara?” He asked suspiciously.
“I should be asking you the same thing.” She said as she wiped blood from her face.
Kass could have sworn she saw another shadow, but dismissed it due to the fact that she just wanted nothing more than to get home.
Wolfgang slid his gun back into his suit jacket and Kass retracted her blade. “Yeah...Well we should get out of here…” He said. Kass nodded in agreement and they booked it out of the alley way and into the open, receiving strange looks from the city folk.
The pair immediately spotted Wolfgang’s driver and sped walk to the car, getting in hastily and instructing the driver to get out of the area as fast as they can.
They finally had time to catch their breath, and Wolfgang broke the silence.
“It’s the fucking gang family. That Clover guy thinks he can run this fucking city and I can’t fucking stand it.”
Kass raised her brow and looked at Wolfgang who was seething with anger.
“Not only do they attack fucking everyone they see, but he steals away my fucking business with those wierd ass clubs and apartment buildings he has. Who the fuck does he think he is.”
Kass was surprised at the sudden burst of language Wolfgang expressed. She had never heard him swear before, let alone expected him to be able to fight like he did.
“Hey...So where did you learn to fight like that?” She asked him, interrupting his venting session.
He sighed and ran a hoof through his hair. “I have been training for shit like this for a long time...But only has it recently been such a huge problem. It’s like Clover is letting his goons go to town whenever they feel like it. I don’t know what’s really happening...but I know it has to stop.”
Kass nodded and thought for a few moments. “It really does.” She finally said after some silence.
They pulled into the driveway and Wolfgang began to walk Kass to the door. “Its kind of weird...Your cupcakes don’t even seem to be damaged in the slightest even after everything that just happened.” Wolfgang said and the two laughed nervously.
“But Seriously...You know Wolfgang...We could really help eachother out on this whole gang problem...I will call you tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan to me Kara.” He said, managing a slight smile even after everything that happened.
“It’s Kass…” She mumbled under her breath as he got into his car. After he left, Kass wandered around the building to fly up to her bedroom window, not wanting to disturb anyone else just in case they were sleeping.
She turned a corner into the darkness and walked around until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She stood still for a few seconds, then flicked out her blade and unfurled her wings, helping her twirl around and tackle the anonymous pony that was trailing behind her. She landed on top of the mare and found herself staring into bright orange glowing eyes. “Oi Kass it’s just me! It’s Weaver!!” Kass sighed and got off Weaver, retracting her blade as she did so. “What in the hell are you doing out here?”
Kass walked toward the van and opened the back, grabbing a bag full of books and small things she found in the old safe house. Suddenly, she felt a large hoof on her shoulder, and spun around as fast as she could manage, preparing to flick out her blade if need be.
“Woa now,” Wolfgang said with a charming smile. Kass let out a huge sigh and put her hoof to her chest. “Sweet Celestia Wolfgang...you scared me.” He laughed slightly.
“Sorry...didn’t mean to surprise you. I just wanted to see how your family is doing...You know..Check in like the gentleman I am.” He said with a proud smile. Kass struggled to determine if he was joking or not, and giggled nervously.
“We are fine...Just a bit tired from the journey.” He nodded his head. “I understand...Hey could I meet them?” He asked excitedly. She then remembered how Swiss was preparing guns in the main room. “Now really isn’t the best time Wolfgang. They are all resting...Maybe later.” His ears drooped. “Well how about I come in for coffee?” He asked as he started toward the door.
Kass panicked briefly and ran after him, grabbing his hoof right before he opened the door. “How about we go someplace else for coffee? Wouldn’t want to disturb the family...You Know?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced Kass up and down before finally agreeing. “Fine then. I will have my driver escort us.” Wolfgang lead Kass to his fancy car and she let out a long sigh. ‘Fucking Hell...’ She thought silently to herself, feeling relieved that she didn’t let him see the gang, but nervous due to the fact that she is going into the city with a colt she barely knew.
The car ride seemed long. Wolfgang droned on about his hotel business and Kass simply sat there, nodding and smiling. “We are here sir.” Said the Driver before he got out and opened the door for the two.
“Ladies first.” Wolfgang motioned for Kass to exit the vehicle, which she did reluctantly. He followed, and they found themselves in a cute square filled with small businesses and bakeries as far as the eye could see. They luckily landed in a nice part of Detrot.
Wolfgang walked along the sidewalk and said hello to more than a few ponies as they made their way to a quaint little bakery across the street. “ You sure do seem well known in these parts.” Kass spoke to break the silence. “Well half of these ponies pay rent to me...So yes I guess you could say that.” Kass rolled her eyes and followed the Hoity-Toity colt into the bakery. She was immediately assaulted with the sweet smell of cupcakes and sweets that she has never had the pleasure to taste before. Kaskara’s mouth watered and she licked her lips subtly, gawking at all the treats in front of her. Wolfgang looked at her, and seemed quite entertained by her reaction to the place.
“What? Have you never been to a bakery before?” He asked.
“Well...not like this one.” She said with a genuine smile creeping into her features.
“Then we better get you a box of cupcakes or something, because this place makes the absolute BEST in town.”
Kass nodded in agreement. “ I couldn’t pass on that one.” She said glancing up at him.
He smiled down at her and let her choose a dozen of the sweets before paying for them and heading off for coffee.
The two talked along the way about business until they reached a small stand that sold drinks.
“Coffee?” He asked Kass, but she politely declined, feeling bad that he already bought her an absurd amount of sweets that she could barely carry in her saddle bag.
Kass felt a pang of guilt about playing the colt just so she could reap him of his wealth. “Well...I think I ought to get home now… I really appreciate the Cupcakes WolfGang.”
“Aww are you sure? We have only been out for an hour or so…” he retaliated.
“I know...But I really need to get settled in and sort out some stuff before we...Visit my father.”
Wolfgang sighed in defeat. “Alright Kara...But we better do this again sometime. My driver seems to be a bit late so we might as well start walking.”
They walked for a while until they reached a not-so-fancy part of the city. It was dark and Kass wanted to fly home, but she was stuck with the colt. They turned into a dark street with barely any lights and Kass remembered the last time she was alone in Detrot at night. A shiver went down her spine as she heard hoofsteps out in the distance. Kass paused and raised her ears to listen.
“Is something wrong?” Asked Wolfgang before a burly colt came barreling toward him sending the two skidding across the rough pebbles. Kass snarled and flicked out her left blade, preparing for another pony to come flying out of the darkness. Suddenly, a unicorn mare emerged from the dark and attempted to tackle Kass, but she was prepared and dodged her quickly, causing the mare to stumble across the pavement and lose her balance, leaving her vulnerable. Kass took it as an open invitation to smash the unicorn to the ground before putting her blade to the mare’s throat.
A quiet pang reverberated through the alley way and Kass glanced over at Wolfgang, who threw the limp colt’s body off of him. Another one went after Wolfgang, and he fought him off with expert skill, dodging punches and slashing at him with a small pocket blade with perfect precision.
Kass turned her attention to the mare under her who was struggling to escape her grip. She pressed the blade harder into the neck of the unicorn, breaking her skin which caused her to convulse.
“A..Ah...If it isnt the infamous Kass-” Kass swiped solid hoof across the mare’s face, causing her to groan in pain. “F..Four Leaf has a message for you.” Kaskaras face twisted in anger.
“Well tell him to shove it up his ass when you meet him in hell.” She growled before slashing open the mare’s throat, causing her to gurgle then lay still.
Another gunshot was heard as Kass got up from the unicorn’s corpse and glanced over at Wolfgang, who kept his gun out just in case another assailant decided to show up.
He returned the stare and switched his glance to Kaskara’s blade, then her face. “Where’d you learn to fight like that Kara?” He asked suspiciously.
“I should be asking you the same thing.” She said as she wiped blood from her face.
Kass could have sworn she saw another shadow, but dismissed it due to the fact that she just wanted nothing more than to get home.
Wolfgang slid his gun back into his suit jacket and Kass retracted her blade. “Yeah...Well we should get out of here…” He said. Kass nodded in agreement and they booked it out of the alley way and into the open, receiving strange looks from the city folk.
The pair immediately spotted Wolfgang’s driver and sped walk to the car, getting in hastily and instructing the driver to get out of the area as fast as they can.
They finally had time to catch their breath, and Wolfgang broke the silence.
“It’s the fucking gang family. That Clover guy thinks he can run this fucking city and I can’t fucking stand it.”
Kass raised her brow and looked at Wolfgang who was seething with anger.
“Not only do they attack fucking everyone they see, but he steals away my fucking business with those wierd ass clubs and apartment buildings he has. Who the fuck does he think he is.”
Kass was surprised at the sudden burst of language Wolfgang expressed. She had never heard him swear before, let alone expected him to be able to fight like he did.
“Hey...So where did you learn to fight like that?” She asked him, interrupting his venting session.
He sighed and ran a hoof through his hair. “I have been training for shit like this for a long time...But only has it recently been such a huge problem. It’s like Clover is letting his goons go to town whenever they feel like it. I don’t know what’s really happening...but I know it has to stop.”
Kass nodded and thought for a few moments. “It really does.” She finally said after some silence.
They pulled into the driveway and Wolfgang began to walk Kass to the door. “Its kind of weird...Your cupcakes don’t even seem to be damaged in the slightest even after everything that just happened.” Wolfgang said and the two laughed nervously.
“But Seriously...You know Wolfgang...We could really help eachother out on this whole gang problem...I will call you tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan to me Kara.” He said, managing a slight smile even after everything that happened.
“It’s Kass…” She mumbled under her breath as he got into his car. After he left, Kass wandered around the building to fly up to her bedroom window, not wanting to disturb anyone else just in case they were sleeping.
She turned a corner into the darkness and walked around until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She stood still for a few seconds, then flicked out her blade and unfurled her wings, helping her twirl around and tackle the anonymous pony that was trailing behind her. She landed on top of the mare and found herself staring into bright orange glowing eyes. “Oi Kass it’s just me! It’s Weaver!!” Kass sighed and got off Weaver, retracting her blade as she did so. “What in the hell are you doing out here?”
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Cloudchaser Fri 01 Aug 2014, 02:23
'Weaver did as Snake said and flew off up above the city roofs, for some reason she felt very annoyed and on edge. Sure hastily abandoning your old safehouse and moving to a new city where another crime boss had very much power caused some stress.
However 'Weaver didn't feel like this was stress, this was something else.. Something was tugging at her in the back of her mind and she felt.. Empty to put it lightly.
She flew around in circles without noticing it, too distracted by her own mind. 'Weaver was mulling over the last few days in her mind, from the assault on Rose's mansion and then later that evening when she finally stood face to face with the mare who had caused her so much pain in such a short amount of time.
Oh how she had burned for that REVENGE! She had played it out in her dreams how she'd found Rose whimpering in a corner like the coward she was and then how 'Weaver would've slowly tortured her to death.
'Weaver had been there when Rose burned down her house, 'Weaver had been there the day Rose's father was murdered and she had the GUTS to blame it on HER?! 'Weaver had been loyal down to the blood, she and Rose had sworn in each other as sisters by blood when they were teenagers. After all of that and the horrors of the great war that 'Weaver went through, Rose of all people would've thrown her away like a pair of old diapers.
Now, she was gone. Dead, finito. 'Weaver had gotten her long sought after revenge on her, she had made Rose suffer just like she'd made 'Weaver suffer. She'd burnt down Rose's house with Rose still alive in it just as Rose had intended to do with her house except 'Weaver had been long gone.
Yet.. Somehow 'Weaver didn't feel at peace when she knew she should be happy, instead she felt grumpy, on edge and just generally annoyed..
After a little while she stopped herself from flying around in a circle after she started becoming dizzy, took a quick look around and saw nothing of note and then decided to head back to the safehouse. Check in on the others, maybe talk with Kass, perhaps apologize to the new mare for coming off so rude to begin with.
'Weaver flew back to the safehouse, took another quick peek around the nearby alleys before heading in. Gotta make sure to do the job properly after all or else they might all pay for it dearly.
She came back to an empty living room, "Hello?" She yelled, she saw Swiss pop his head out from whatever area of the room he'd been in before. "Oh, 'Weaver. Where's Kass?" He asked and looked at 'Weaver with confusion.
"What do you mean? I thought she was here with you guys?" 'Weaver asked back and Swiss came out from whatever room he'd been in to make sure they weren't pulling a prank on him. "I noticed her sneaking out, I thought she went to find you on the roof or something." Swiss said.
"No I was doing some recon, never saw her fly past me so she must've left another way. Luna be damned, *sigh* I'm gonna go look for her, if Snake wonders why I haven't come back yet just tell him I went out to look for Kass." 'Weaver said and turned her heels around and ran downstairs and took off into the skies again.
She could faintly sense her smell, thanks to her bat pony genetics she had a much more sensitive nose than normal ponies which also made her an excellent tracker and hunter.
Eventually she found Kass together with a stallion, she didn't exactly look comfortable with him so there was no assumption of Kass going out on a date with him willingly. They were in her old town where she had been operating, perhaps this stallion was a vital asset that Kass had decided to seek out.
Suddenly they were ambushed, 'Weaver was just about to dive in when she saw Kass and the stallion dealing with the assaulters without any problems. They hurried off to a nearby car, got in and drove away. 'Weaver tailed the car as best she could but she could only fly so fast and a car was multiple times faster than her but she managed to keep them in sight until she lost them close to the area where their safe house was.
"Shit, damnit where'd they go?" 'Weaver mumbled to herself just as she spotted Kass walking in the distance and she sped up to catch up with her.
Kass stood still for a few seconds, then flicked out her blade and unfurled her wings, helping her twirl around and tackle 'Weaver who had been trailing her. Kass landed on top of 'Weaver and found herself staring into her bright orange glowing eyes. “Oi Kass it’s just me! It’s Weaver!!” Kass sighed and got off Weaver, retracting her blade as she did so. “What in the hell are you doing out here?”
'Weaver stood up and dusted herself off, gave Kass a good look to make sure she hadn't been hurt before responding. "I came back from my recon and Swiss said you'd left, he assumed you'd gone to find me so I went after you, who was that stallion you were with?"
"Hmm? Oh, him.. Uhm, just a friend who I think will be a valuable asset to us here in Detrot. I think we should head back before someone else comes looking for us." Kass said and 'Weaver nodded in agreement as they took off towards the safe house.
They arrived back at the safe house with a slightly more livid living room, Wild Card was sitting in the couch with Snake, Swiss, Tootsie and Crimson. Their heads turned towards the door as 'Weaver and Kass came back.
"Ah, good you're back. I was beginning to worry, did you find anything of note during the recon, 'Weaver?" Snake said and glanced at them.
"Yeah, yeah whatever and no I didn't find anything. The nearest couple of blocks don't have any nighttime activity at all, gets a bit more lively towards the central part where the shops are, Kass and her stallion friend who she says could be a valuable asset got ambushed." 'Weaver replied, half annoyed.
"Oh really now?" Snake said and glanced at Kass.
"His name is Wolfgang, he's the one who set us up with this place and owns most of the hotels in this area but the crime family here is starting to push him out of business and he hates the gangs because of it. I believe he can be a useful ally in our war against the remaining two family heads." Kass answered.
"I see, well we'll discuss it later. I believe you were in the middle of telling us a bit about yourself, Wild Card but how about I introduce these two to you?" Snake said and looked at Wild Card.
However 'Weaver didn't feel like this was stress, this was something else.. Something was tugging at her in the back of her mind and she felt.. Empty to put it lightly.
She flew around in circles without noticing it, too distracted by her own mind. 'Weaver was mulling over the last few days in her mind, from the assault on Rose's mansion and then later that evening when she finally stood face to face with the mare who had caused her so much pain in such a short amount of time.
Oh how she had burned for that REVENGE! She had played it out in her dreams how she'd found Rose whimpering in a corner like the coward she was and then how 'Weaver would've slowly tortured her to death.
'Weaver had been there when Rose burned down her house, 'Weaver had been there the day Rose's father was murdered and she had the GUTS to blame it on HER?! 'Weaver had been loyal down to the blood, she and Rose had sworn in each other as sisters by blood when they were teenagers. After all of that and the horrors of the great war that 'Weaver went through, Rose of all people would've thrown her away like a pair of old diapers.
Now, she was gone. Dead, finito. 'Weaver had gotten her long sought after revenge on her, she had made Rose suffer just like she'd made 'Weaver suffer. She'd burnt down Rose's house with Rose still alive in it just as Rose had intended to do with her house except 'Weaver had been long gone.
Yet.. Somehow 'Weaver didn't feel at peace when she knew she should be happy, instead she felt grumpy, on edge and just generally annoyed..
After a little while she stopped herself from flying around in a circle after she started becoming dizzy, took a quick look around and saw nothing of note and then decided to head back to the safehouse. Check in on the others, maybe talk with Kass, perhaps apologize to the new mare for coming off so rude to begin with.
'Weaver flew back to the safehouse, took another quick peek around the nearby alleys before heading in. Gotta make sure to do the job properly after all or else they might all pay for it dearly.
She came back to an empty living room, "Hello?" She yelled, she saw Swiss pop his head out from whatever area of the room he'd been in before. "Oh, 'Weaver. Where's Kass?" He asked and looked at 'Weaver with confusion.
"What do you mean? I thought she was here with you guys?" 'Weaver asked back and Swiss came out from whatever room he'd been in to make sure they weren't pulling a prank on him. "I noticed her sneaking out, I thought she went to find you on the roof or something." Swiss said.
"No I was doing some recon, never saw her fly past me so she must've left another way. Luna be damned, *sigh* I'm gonna go look for her, if Snake wonders why I haven't come back yet just tell him I went out to look for Kass." 'Weaver said and turned her heels around and ran downstairs and took off into the skies again.
She could faintly sense her smell, thanks to her bat pony genetics she had a much more sensitive nose than normal ponies which also made her an excellent tracker and hunter.
Eventually she found Kass together with a stallion, she didn't exactly look comfortable with him so there was no assumption of Kass going out on a date with him willingly. They were in her old town where she had been operating, perhaps this stallion was a vital asset that Kass had decided to seek out.
Suddenly they were ambushed, 'Weaver was just about to dive in when she saw Kass and the stallion dealing with the assaulters without any problems. They hurried off to a nearby car, got in and drove away. 'Weaver tailed the car as best she could but she could only fly so fast and a car was multiple times faster than her but she managed to keep them in sight until she lost them close to the area where their safe house was.
"Shit, damnit where'd they go?" 'Weaver mumbled to herself just as she spotted Kass walking in the distance and she sped up to catch up with her.
Kass stood still for a few seconds, then flicked out her blade and unfurled her wings, helping her twirl around and tackle 'Weaver who had been trailing her. Kass landed on top of 'Weaver and found herself staring into her bright orange glowing eyes. “Oi Kass it’s just me! It’s Weaver!!” Kass sighed and got off Weaver, retracting her blade as she did so. “What in the hell are you doing out here?”
'Weaver stood up and dusted herself off, gave Kass a good look to make sure she hadn't been hurt before responding. "I came back from my recon and Swiss said you'd left, he assumed you'd gone to find me so I went after you, who was that stallion you were with?"
"Hmm? Oh, him.. Uhm, just a friend who I think will be a valuable asset to us here in Detrot. I think we should head back before someone else comes looking for us." Kass said and 'Weaver nodded in agreement as they took off towards the safe house.
They arrived back at the safe house with a slightly more livid living room, Wild Card was sitting in the couch with Snake, Swiss, Tootsie and Crimson. Their heads turned towards the door as 'Weaver and Kass came back.
"Ah, good you're back. I was beginning to worry, did you find anything of note during the recon, 'Weaver?" Snake said and glanced at them.
"Yeah, yeah whatever and no I didn't find anything. The nearest couple of blocks don't have any nighttime activity at all, gets a bit more lively towards the central part where the shops are, Kass and her stallion friend who she says could be a valuable asset got ambushed." 'Weaver replied, half annoyed.
"Oh really now?" Snake said and glanced at Kass.
"His name is Wolfgang, he's the one who set us up with this place and owns most of the hotels in this area but the crime family here is starting to push him out of business and he hates the gangs because of it. I believe he can be a useful ally in our war against the remaining two family heads." Kass answered.
"I see, well we'll discuss it later. I believe you were in the middle of telling us a bit about yourself, Wild Card but how about I introduce these two to you?" Snake said and looked at Wild Card.
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Re: Equestria Noire: The Fall of Families
by Fluttershy Sun 03 Aug 2014, 01:15
"If you want out, you can get out.”
Snake really was right, at any time Swiss could leave. He had no direct quarrel with the families’ heads, and the job was sure as hell wasn’t getting any less dangerous. He really couldn’t go back home, the minute he stepped foot into his own house he would probably be gunned down by anyone from Rose’s family that’s still alive, and living on the streets would be just as dangerous as staying with ‘the squad’. If only he wasn’t betrayed by his informant, Ischariot, back at the distillery. “That fucking bastard, I trusted him. He sent me off on that death mission knowing full well that I would have been killed. He took my life from me. I swear to Celestia that fucker will die, even if that is the last thing I will do”
Swiss knew where that unicorn lived, he had been to his house the night Ischariot told him of that deathtrap of a distillery. Alas this was the last night they were to be staying in Manehattan and if Ischariot had a single brain-cell in his head, wouldn’t be staying in his house. Distraught, Swiss walked over to the booze cabinet, and picked up the first bottle of vodka he saw, he turned over the bottle and saw it was 120 proof, a smile came to his lips “this will do… this will do nicely”
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Swiss stood outside of a rundown house belonging to the bastard pony that had betrayed him. He stood there, just staring. His mind was blank. He really couldn’t blame Ischariot, it was his job to find and deal with any threats to the family, if he hadn’t done his job he may have been killed himself.
He looked down at the bottle of vodka he was holding and turned it over. “hmm… sad vodka would be wasted this way, I just got used to the flavor too” He dumped the contents of the bottle out on the ground, and filled the empty bottle half full of gasoline from a can he brought with him on his motorcycle. He stuffed a rag into the neck of the bottle. Picking up a rock, he through it through a ground floor window. He picked up the molotov, judging the weight, lit the rag, and threw it through the broken window. The old house caught flames quickly and within a matter of minutes, was completely engulfed in flames
Swiss knew the building was abandoned but this was as close as he was going to get to revenge against Ischariot. He got on his motorcycle and rode home to get a little rest before they move to Detrot.
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Aahhh Detrot: just like Manehattan with a different name and you would be beaten to death by a gang of different colors. Swiss never did like cities, he just grew to tolerate them because of their easy accessible supply of work.
He quickly carried his bags inside and began unpacking his belongings into a room he claimed as his. He looked over everything he owned. Everything he owned fit into just two bags. He wasn’t quite tired yet, so he shuffled through his books to find something to read before bed. He picked out his alchemy manual, he hadn’t flipped though that in years, maybe he could find something that could prove useful.
He walked out to the living room and sat down, skimming the various recipies.
“Hello?” he heard ‘Weaver call from some other part of the room.
"Oh, 'Weaver. Where's Kass?" he said, realizing he hadn’t seen that mare for a while now.
"What do you mean? I thought she was here with you guys?"
Swiss got up to see if she was joking "I noticed her sneaking out, I thought she went to find you on the roof or something."
"No I was doing some recon, never saw her fly past me so she must've left another way. Luna be damned, *sigh* I'm gonna go look for her, if Snake wonders why I haven't come back yet just tell him I went out to look for Kass." ‘Weaver left the room flying.
Swiss sat back down flipping through his book. He found a sleeping powder that could knock any pony out for a few hours. He thought this may be useful and it didn’t look too hard to make, he decided to remember this for whenever Kass showed up later.
Swiss came back to the living room after some time has passed and continued flipping through his book, trying to find anything that could be useful. The other ponies began filing in but he was too caught up in his manual to notice who. Finally after a bit of time ‘Weaver and ‘Kass have returned.
Ah, good you're back. I was beginning to worry, did you find anything of note during the recon, 'Weaver?" Snake said and glanced at them.
"Yeah, yeah whatever and no I didn't find anything. The nearest couple of blocks don't have any nighttime activity at all, gets a bit more lively towards the central part where the shops are, Kass and her stallion friend who she says could be a valuable asset got ambushed." 'Weaver replied, half annoyed.
"Oh really now?" Snake said and glanced at Kass.
"His name is Wolfgang, he's the one who set us up with this place and owns most of the hotels in this area but the crime family here is starting to push him out of business and he hates the gangs because of it. I believe he can be a useful ally in our war against the remaining two family heads." Kass answered.
"I see, well we'll discuss it later. I believe you were in the middle of telling us a bit about yourself, Wild Card but how about I introduce these two to you?" Snake said and looked at Wild Card.
Snake really was right, at any time Swiss could leave. He had no direct quarrel with the families’ heads, and the job was sure as hell wasn’t getting any less dangerous. He really couldn’t go back home, the minute he stepped foot into his own house he would probably be gunned down by anyone from Rose’s family that’s still alive, and living on the streets would be just as dangerous as staying with ‘the squad’. If only he wasn’t betrayed by his informant, Ischariot, back at the distillery. “That fucking bastard, I trusted him. He sent me off on that death mission knowing full well that I would have been killed. He took my life from me. I swear to Celestia that fucker will die, even if that is the last thing I will do”
Swiss knew where that unicorn lived, he had been to his house the night Ischariot told him of that deathtrap of a distillery. Alas this was the last night they were to be staying in Manehattan and if Ischariot had a single brain-cell in his head, wouldn’t be staying in his house. Distraught, Swiss walked over to the booze cabinet, and picked up the first bottle of vodka he saw, he turned over the bottle and saw it was 120 proof, a smile came to his lips “this will do… this will do nicely”
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Swiss stood outside of a rundown house belonging to the bastard pony that had betrayed him. He stood there, just staring. His mind was blank. He really couldn’t blame Ischariot, it was his job to find and deal with any threats to the family, if he hadn’t done his job he may have been killed himself.
He looked down at the bottle of vodka he was holding and turned it over. “hmm… sad vodka would be wasted this way, I just got used to the flavor too” He dumped the contents of the bottle out on the ground, and filled the empty bottle half full of gasoline from a can he brought with him on his motorcycle. He stuffed a rag into the neck of the bottle. Picking up a rock, he through it through a ground floor window. He picked up the molotov, judging the weight, lit the rag, and threw it through the broken window. The old house caught flames quickly and within a matter of minutes, was completely engulfed in flames
Swiss knew the building was abandoned but this was as close as he was going to get to revenge against Ischariot. He got on his motorcycle and rode home to get a little rest before they move to Detrot.
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Aahhh Detrot: just like Manehattan with a different name and you would be beaten to death by a gang of different colors. Swiss never did like cities, he just grew to tolerate them because of their easy accessible supply of work.
He quickly carried his bags inside and began unpacking his belongings into a room he claimed as his. He looked over everything he owned. Everything he owned fit into just two bags. He wasn’t quite tired yet, so he shuffled through his books to find something to read before bed. He picked out his alchemy manual, he hadn’t flipped though that in years, maybe he could find something that could prove useful.
He walked out to the living room and sat down, skimming the various recipies.
“Hello?” he heard ‘Weaver call from some other part of the room.
"Oh, 'Weaver. Where's Kass?" he said, realizing he hadn’t seen that mare for a while now.
"What do you mean? I thought she was here with you guys?"
Swiss got up to see if she was joking "I noticed her sneaking out, I thought she went to find you on the roof or something."
"No I was doing some recon, never saw her fly past me so she must've left another way. Luna be damned, *sigh* I'm gonna go look for her, if Snake wonders why I haven't come back yet just tell him I went out to look for Kass." ‘Weaver left the room flying.
Swiss sat back down flipping through his book. He found a sleeping powder that could knock any pony out for a few hours. He thought this may be useful and it didn’t look too hard to make, he decided to remember this for whenever Kass showed up later.
Swiss came back to the living room after some time has passed and continued flipping through his book, trying to find anything that could be useful. The other ponies began filing in but he was too caught up in his manual to notice who. Finally after a bit of time ‘Weaver and ‘Kass have returned.
Ah, good you're back. I was beginning to worry, did you find anything of note during the recon, 'Weaver?" Snake said and glanced at them.
"Yeah, yeah whatever and no I didn't find anything. The nearest couple of blocks don't have any nighttime activity at all, gets a bit more lively towards the central part where the shops are, Kass and her stallion friend who she says could be a valuable asset got ambushed." 'Weaver replied, half annoyed.
"Oh really now?" Snake said and glanced at Kass.
"His name is Wolfgang, he's the one who set us up with this place and owns most of the hotels in this area but the crime family here is starting to push him out of business and he hates the gangs because of it. I believe he can be a useful ally in our war against the remaining two family heads." Kass answered.
"I see, well we'll discuss it later. I believe you were in the middle of telling us a bit about yourself, Wild Card but how about I introduce these two to you?" Snake said and looked at Wild Card.
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