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The Face Behind the Mask
The room was little more than a concrete box. The only way in was through a solid metal door, and the strongest source of light came from a single bare bulb hanging pathetically from the ceiling, casting its radiance over a heavily modified metal chair. Leather straps had been attached to the legs, arms and back, and the chair itself had been bolted to the floor. The chair faced the only wall that wasn't solid concrete: the top half was a one-way window, reflecting the room.
“Isn't this a bit extreme?” the dark-haired Filipina asked, turning away from the window. This room, while equally dim as the prison cell they looked out on, contained a few spartan furnishings, making the space feel small but comfortable, in a practical sort of way.
Standing behind one of the chairs was a man with long blond hair, styled in a way that would have been better suited to a previous age. “No,” he said simply, gripping tightly to the
My Little Pony: Friendship is Universal Chpt1 prt2
Blight leered at him. “Move it–“
“–grub,” Bracken finished, hissing the word in Low Tempo's ear. “Give the game away–“
“–and we’ll eat–“
It wasn’t a bluff. Low Tempo knew the old stories, the tales of a long-ago Hive so far gone with hunger that its inhabitants descended into a cannibalistic fury, desperate for something, anything to eat. Changelings just couldn’t draw sustenance from each other’s emotions, nor detect them in the first place. Corporeal comestibles could tide them over when food-feelings were sparse, and a talented Queen could bolster it via draining and redistributing magical energy, but even in combination such things could not last. It was empty calories, dulling the hunger pangs but providing nothing, and repeated siphoning took a dangerous toll on even the str
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Chapter One: On the Road to Canterlot
You seriously know Princess Mi Amore Cadenza? Personally?”
The mint-green unicorn nodded, a proud smirk across her face. “Yep. We shared a class or two in Magical Music Theory at the Canterlot Academy of Magic. Cadence was always a blast when she started playing the banjo.”
Her companion, a golden unicorn mare, paused mid-step. “Banjo?” She shook her head.“So why are you walking to Canterlot instead of taking the train, Lyra?”
“Eh, can't sit on the train the way I like; the conductor always complains,” the unicorn said dismissively. “What about yourself? I mean, a train would be more comfortable than pulling a wagon to Canterlot.”
“Going to pick up some new props and things for the theatre,” Lyra's travelling companion replied. “Besides, with all the fun going on in Canterlot it seemed to be perfect timing to have a nice working vacation.”
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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