There is a MIRACLE at the top of the tower...
... and I need it.
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!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 01:20:20 No. 27295159
Last thread: >>27222290
>we escaped from a reality warping giant, Luna tried to give us a warning but was teleported away, feels happened, the walkway WASN'T made of light because things can't be made of light, and we broke our Applejack.
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INV:
- AJ
Crystal ball, Food and water, 7 torches, Hat (Worn), Humorous cow statuette, Cross necklace, Rope, Blank paper, Strange cross amulet, Shard of Ludwig

- Mirria:
Cape (Worn), 3 pens (Worn), Binoculars (Worn), Ankh necklace (Worn)

>[MIRRIA IS PRESENTLY IN CONTROL]
I cover her eyes, and Applejack falls asleep, trembling faintly every few seconds. The light of the mushroom near her softens, as if afraid to bother her.
The pounding in the door continues. There is a sign in it I hadn't seen before.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 01:27:47 No. 27295242
>>27295207
I try to calm down and make sense of the situation.
There was... something bright, too bright to see well. It was saying something, making my ears hurt despite its voice being barely a whisper.
The voice was familiar, but I can't remember from where. The feel is strangely like a deja-vu.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 01:49:45 No. 27295527
>>27295479
I walk to the sign. Like the message, it's in red and several languages:
"The metal of this door won't allow any voice to pass.
Use it wisely. Be safe.
-Princess Luna"

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 02:59:45 No. 27296270
>>27296099
The room is rather bare-- the thin sheet of dust in the walls is thicker in some areas, indicating than this place may have had furniture at some point.
After several minutes, I find a small crack in a wall.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 03:47:53 No. 27296744
>>27296714
They speak of Nightmare Moon.
She made them to remember her days.
There are centuries upon centuries in their memory. I am scared of glancing upon all of it.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 03:56:30 No. 27296820
>>27296791
I ask if they can hear me.
It takes nearly a minute, but they answer that yes.
They demand to know why I am not Nightmare Moon.
I ask them if they know what's outside.
They tell me it's another Nightmare, only one from within the earth. They see it as an insult to Nightmare Moon.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 04:17:04 No. 27297019
>>27296884
I tell them I mean the Nightmare outside.
They tell me that even if they wanted to help me defeat the Nightmare from within the Earthbones, theirs was a Nightmare from beyond the Stars.
There are very few common points, they say. Enough that people gives them opposite names.
I ask them what am I supposed to do.
They ask me how many days worth of food and water I have.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 04:58:11 No. 27297466
>>27297265
I tell them I have a few days worth of food.
They tell me that, well, I better make it last. Nightmares are usually persistent.
I ruffle my wings uncomfortably.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 05:14:58 No. 27297637
>>27297515
I put the letter back in its crack, being careful that the corner is in this time, and... wait.
A few hours pass, the nightmare still pounding the door.
Applejack wakes up and, before I can react, shots herself to the letter she tried to read before. She freezes again.
Great.
I cover her eyes again and hide every piece of text in this room in the crack, just in case.

If no suggestion is made within twenty minutes or so I'll timeskip.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 06:54:09 No. 27298414
>>27298375
>>27298390
We try to play I Spy, but there are a total of six objects in this room, give or take.
The pounding continues.
I think about telling Applejack there there's some kind of nightmare outside, but she'd ask me how I know, and I don't want her to freeze again. It could be hurting her in ways I am not aware of.
Day three.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 07:02:09 No. 27298465
>>27298429
We are incredibly bored. By now the fear has long since passed to low-key panic and high-grade headache.
Applejack seems to notice the blue machine for the first time since we entered this room. I hold my breath, but she doesn't seem to freeze.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 07:41:43 No. 27298824
>>27298490
Now that I know she won't freeze, we toy with it.
The base is thicker, and the top has a semi-spherical socket. It has what seems like a electrical inlet in the base.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 07:51:46 No. 27298910
>>27298836
I take the orb from Applejack's bag and put it in the socket. It fits like a boot.
There is a weak click from within the machine, but it doesn't do anything.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 08:18:16 No. 27299154
>>27299128
We test several things, but noting works.
We'd need to find some kind of generator to plug this to, I haven't seen any electric network anywhere in the tower.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 08:27:14 No. 27299229
>>27299166
>>27299172
Applejacks notes that we should check if we can plug it to the generator.
Day four
We sniff the mushrooms.
They smell blue.
I think about bitting them, but we haven't eaten all that well these last few days and whatever the mushroom has would affect me too strongly.
The pounding is growing weaker.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 08:32:44 No. 27299283
>>27299258
Applejack tries to sing something, but her throat hurts too much from the thirst. I try to cheer her up by banging a good against the ground rhytmically, and after a moment she joins in half-hearthedly.
The pounding is growing weaker, but every time we think it's died off it returns.
Day five.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 08:42:57 No. 27299374
>>27299290
>>27299324
We decided to conserve energies, and have spent most of the day half-asleep, sprawled near each other for heat. I keep Applejack under my wing and cape.
Every few minutes, our heads reverberate with a new pound.
Day six.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-07 08:53:29 No. 27299477
>>27299441
>>27299428
I wait for Applejack to fully fall asleep and ask Nightmare Moon's journal if we should open the door already.
They laugh. When a Nightmare is on her prey, her prey must not let itself be caught. Once the prey has ran, the anger of the Nightmare is great enough for death to be a desirable outcome. A Nightmare is, by definition, mad.
Now up to half an hour can pass without pounds.
Day seven.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-08 10:11:23 No. 27303968
I don't know how or why the fuck did my kittens go outside at night with temperatures under zero, but they did, and one didn't survive it. Had to find and bury the poor guy before even having breakfast.
I'll see if I update later today. Too depressed right now.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-08 05:37:25 No. 27307761
>>27305680
I'd personally recommend people to do this so I have an idea of what you guys think.
As much as confusion is an intended feeling, there is a measure for everything. I can't explain things I feel you ought to know by this point if I don't know what you don't know. Like, there are four or five pretty basic facts, some of which I (Think) I said directly, which most people seems to not have caught, even if some of them are intended to be meta-only knowledge for now.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-08 07:17:17 No. 27308649
>>27303308
I grab Applejack by the barrel and glide down, feeling pain in my back and wings.
She's so light.
As soon as she touches, I
>[CONTROL PASSED TO APPLEJACK]
Mirria collapses over me.
Hah. I'd laugh if my throat didn't hurt so much-- typical pegasus.
I put her on my back and start on the walk... anywhere.
My legs hurt.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-08 08:42:29 No. 27309238
>>27308904
I try to climb down the rope.
My hooves fail, and we fall down. Luckily, the fall from the walkway would've been even worse.
Hah, I remember, I remember when I was crossing a desert once, and I was hearing voices and I knew I was dying but couldn't even cry because I was so alone why even cry then when I was going to die all alone in the middle of nowhere and even if someone found me they wouldn't ever know or care who I--
I think I am falling.
Why am I falling?
Oh. Yeah.
My throat hurts so much.
It takes several minutes, but I get up again.
I am not sure if I can keep walking.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 11:55:46 No. 27313946
[1/2]
>>27309971
I knock. No one answers.
I knock again.
I collapse against the door.
After a while, I don't know how long, Dere opens the door.
I allow myself to fall unconscious.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 02:19:02 No. 27314903
>>27314878
"Luna? Who..." My head hurts, but memories rush in "She... she tried... The mare in the moon? I..."
Decades upon decades of memories force themselves into my head, each trying to hold my attention at the same time.
I am not sure if I want to remember everything. I think it may drive me mad.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 03:07:15 No. 27315291
>>27314984
I try to put some order to it, but the sheer volume is just too much for me to bear.
The eye says something, but is interrupted by an impact on the other side of the door.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 04:25:41 No. 27315817
>>27315769
"Don't... remember--"
The eye answers before I am done. Something growls on the other side, and I can hear nearly a dozen battle shouts almost immediately.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 08:34:52 No. 27317978
>>27317325
"Yes, just... Miss Luna?"
"I am busy right now, Godot!"
"Did you invite Applejack of Equestria?"
"So soon? Give me--" There is an explosion. "Take care of this for a moment, will you?" A multitude of voices answer with 'Aye!', and a blue alicorn exits the door "Godot? What's wrong with her?"
"She says there's something wrong with her memory"
"What? Applejack, what's wrong with it?"

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 09:16:17 No. 27318301
>>27318165
"I can't... My head..."
"Let me..." She touches my forehead with her horn, and a sensation, not unlike a cold breeze, washes ove--º
Who is that?
"Are you better now?" Asks the tall blue mare.
Who is she? Just a second ago I could remember.
"Why can't I remember you anymore?" It hurts too much not to ask, as if I had suddenly been stolen of a friend. Was she that? Or more?
"I removed whatever was triggering such pain. But what's wrong? Why were you in pain?"
"I can't remember anything. Even my friends, I've only remembered two of them, and when... Godot said your name, I remembered you, and it hurt, but now..." I take a moment to calm myself. "I think you removed my memories of you."
"No, Applejack. Memories are never removed, just forgotten. But why can't you remember anything? Do you have any clue?"

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 09:45:00 No. 27318520
>>27318459
"Why do you people keep asking me that?" I ask, frustration building up.
"Because anything you know could be useful. Wiping memories is a hard, ex..." She freezes midphrase. "Godot, what produced her pain exactly?"
"Saying your name, Mistress."
"Thanks," She nods. "Applejack, is there anyone whose memories you have sparkled?"

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 10:33:56 No. 27318818
[1/2]
>>27318533
>>27318559
>>27318591
"Just Pinkie and Dash, and only barely." A light headache makes itself felt, a warning.
"A pity, then..." She pauses for nearly a minute, deep in through. "I had hoped to help you more, but it was probably a good friend of yours who inflicted the forgetfulness upon you. Sadly, even mentioning her name is seemingly dangerous here."
"But what's happening? Why won't anyone give me a straight answer?"
"Because no one has it, probably. Full stories are made once the crisis is over. We are still well into it."
"What crisis? What's going on? Who were you fighting with?"
"It... it is mostly irrelevant to your personal situation, in reality. I could answer your questions -Deficiently, I am sorry to say- even tell you of the crisis, but I can do little else that I haven't already. We are but small parts of the whole, and it is my duty to focus my efforts on saving as many as I can."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-09 10:35:28 No. 27318829
>>27318533
>>27318559
>>27318591
"Just Pinkie and Dash, and only barely." A light headache makes itself felt, a warning.
"A pity, then..." She pauses for nearly a minute, deep in through. "I had hoped to help you more, but it was probably a good friend of yours who inflicted the forgetfulness upon you. Sadly, even mentioning her name is seemingly dangerous here."
"But what's happening? Why won't anyone give me a straight answer?"
"Because no one has it, probably. Full stories are made once the crisis is over. We are still well into it."
"What crisis? What's going on? Who were you fighting with?"
"It... it is mostly irrelevant to your personal situation, in reality. I could answer your questions -Deficiently, I am sorry to say- even tell you of the crisis, but I can do little else that I haven't already. We are but small parts of the whole, and it is my duty to focus my efforts on saving as many as I can."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-10 10:57:27 No. 27321620
>>27321228
"There was something a... library tried to tell me, but it was speaking numbers," The mare is strangely unfazed by this. "I don't think I could remember it, anyway."
"You'd be surprised of how easy it is to remember here," Her horn lights up, and a pen and paper appear with a small cloud of smoke. "Can you try? I may know how to read it." She offers them to me.
"I'll try," I grab them and try to remember.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-10 11:09:24 No. 27321691
>>27321636
She eyes it for a moment, her brow furrowing.
"I used to know someone who liked to talk like this, to kill time, but it was very long ago..." She shakes her head and takes a deep breath "Must be a coincidence. Anyway, this is a simple substitution cipher, replace the most common symbols with the most common letters in, strangely enough, Equiish. It talks about a prisoner and a weapon that must be recovered."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-10 12:09:39 No. 27322007
>>27321946
"Should I try to get it, then?"
"I, I don't know. I have little information and too many duties right now, and..." She takes a pained breath. "I want to believe that the mare that saved both of us so many times, that we saved so many times, is still reachable, that we can help her, but you must understand that she may be too far gone, too dangerous, she may have even become a Nightmare herself!" The world around me losses clarity. "Oh, someone is waking you up, but... but you'll have to remember and find the information on your own, decide if she is worth saving still, after the things she did before you even started your travels"

[You can say one last thing before waking up]

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-10 02:06:34 No. 27322690
>>27322605
"Are you fine?" She nods hesitantly, but still looks at me with worry. "How long was I asleep? There was this mare in my dreams who tried to help me, but co--" She shoves a pre-written page into my face.
"Two days."
"Oh."
"I woke up a few hours ago too, but I was worried anyway."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-10 03:11:37 No. 27323178
>>27322791
>>27322791
"Are you sure you are fine? Nothing wrong?"
She hesitates, but rubs a wing with a wince.
"It's hurt?" She shakes her head and writes a note.
"It isn't a lesion. I just spent too long without using them"
Pausing.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 03:52:26 No. 27331037
>>27330886
We check the couches and table.
The table has mostly filled with magazines and what seems like memos, and a few empty cans. There is a broken keyring under the couch.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 04:49:13 No. 27331499
>>27331363
The magazines are mostly on gossip, and many of them outdated.
Most of the memos are in the same hellscape of writing as the storage room boxes. The few I can read are
>Mariela: Jim will come visit next thursday. Remember to get more tea.
>Rubicon: I am your student, not your worker. Get one of the monks to do it.
>Mariela: The monks always get mint tea. Jim hates mint tea.
>Rubicon: Tell them not to.
>Mariela: They do it anyway.
>Rubicon: You are the damned Dreamer for Oneiros' sake.
>Mariela: They don't care. Remember tomorrow's lesson, by the way.
>Mariela: Jim came and there wasn't any green tea. It was awkward.
>Rubicon: I got it when I went to buy the periodic you just didn't find it.
>Rubicon: By the way what in Tartarus are you doing in your studies the smell is getting unbearable.
>Rubicon: It's been three days Rubicon I am getting worried.
>Mariela: Sorry my project had some unintended side effects. The lessons will continue tomorrow.
>Rubicon: I swear if you don't take a bath before the lessons I'll kill you, that smell makes me sick. Having to communicate via notes with my master is just shameful for both of us.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 08:00:26 No. 27332922
>>27332495
Flying seems to have done wonders for Mirria, even if it was only a moment.
I give a look to the stairway. It's wide, seemingly designed so that a flier can use it comfortably, which I guess makes sense.

Sorry for taking so long, had a kernel panic and lost my progress on the image.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 08:37:06 No. 27333212
>>27333119
Mirria and I go behind the desk and riffle through the drawers.
The first one has only pens and feathers, and dried ink flasks.
The second has a whiskey flask and an old book with a zebra in the cover and a title in... I can't even remember the name of the language, that's how little of it I can understand.
The third does seem to be more interesting, It has a locked metal box and a keyring. I try the keys in the box, but they don't fit.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 09:09:18 No. 27333491
>>27333266
I stare at the zebra for a moment in silence. The title is, when I manage to read it, something about a... baby demon or a demon that makes babies.
I turn it and read the back cover. It's about a zebra maid, warrior, or both, that must either avenge the death of her father or rape someone to complete a demonic pact. Or maybe both.
Zebra languages are weird.
I put the rest of the things in my bag, and notice something else at the back of a drawer.
A pair of saddlebags, probably older than m--
Probably older than Mirria, at least.


Drawing next room.
>>27333266
I never said the broken keyring had any key on it.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 09:56:40 No. 27333842
>>27333582
>>27333679
The lock has an image that looks like... a tongueless mouth? Strange.
Mirria puts most things in the bag, but keeps the amulet around her neck. I ask her why distractedly, but she doesn't answer.

Next room soon (TM)

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 09:59:48 No. 27333867
>>27333582
>>27333679
The lock has an image that looks like... a tongueless mouth? Strange.
Mirria puts most things in the bag, but keeps the amulet around her neck. I ask her why distractedly, but she doesn't answer.

Next room soon (TM)

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-11 10:51:03 No. 27334269
>>27333256
The workshop is as basic as it gets, the table a literal iron block with a wider metal plank on top. There are a few tools scattered over it, too heavy to carry comfortably, and a few wood planks that seem quite new.

Pausing for the day, this update speed is unacceptable IMO.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 12:25:01 No. 27337522
>>27334825
We inspect the marks, confused.
They are rust, but too localized to be natural. The fact that it digs deep into the metal and is shaped like claw marks doesn't help us any.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 01:56:21 No. 27338088
[2/2]
>>27337726
A cold wind enters through the broken doorway. We give a look to the borders, and the stone seems to have just eroded there.
There's a walkway outside.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 04:07:10 No. 27338996
>>27338958
We climb, and I nearly fall off the platform when I see the sphere. Mirria makes sure that I am still here and keeps her eyes nailed in it.
The motes in it's surface turn to us, but nothing else happens.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 04:19:33 No. 27339074
>>27339012
Mirria practically somersaults over the black sphere in her intent of keeping an eye on it. As she does so, the motes divide in two groups, each focussing in one of us.
Is it breathing?

>[SELECT CHARACTER TO CONTROL]

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 04:23:39 No. 27339103
>>27339012
Oh and,
Mirria gives a look to the magazine under the lawn chair and shows it to me. It depicts a group of zebras in just enough clothing to make one notice their nudity.
Zebra porn is weird.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 04:38:52 No. 27339197
>>27339120
>>27339145
Not really knowing why myself, I toss Applejack the magazine and fly up the stairs.
The only thing up here is a telescope and a small drawer. There is a notebook in the drawer, but nothing else.
Strange, this part feels firmer than the rest. It must be relatively new.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 05:13:25 No. 27339427
>>27339274
The drawers have a few cartography tools the upper and writing tools the lower, but there's no map.
I try to look through the telescope, but the lenses are broken. Seems like the kind of damage produced by a hail.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 06:02:53 No. 27339870
>>27339573
Taking care not to face Applejack (Why did I do that!?), I take the telescope and poke the ball with it.
Huh. Now that I think about it I should've changed the lens--
The sphere speaks, "That. IS. ¿very?. IM. ¡polite!. Lady." Each word is in a completely different tone, as if someone had mixed a tape, but they are all the same voice.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 06:20:36 No. 27340034
>>27339922
>[CONTROL RETURED TO APPLEJACK]
>[DIRECT CONTROL DISABLED]

I push Mirria away from the sphere with an awkward smile.
"Uh, sorry for that."
"Sorr-SORR-So- SOOOO--" There is a click "Word assimilated.APOLOGY. ¿accepted?; ANIMOSITY--- UN- necessary."
It stares in silence after that.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 06:31:59 No. 27340124
>>27340086
"And if I can ask, what are you? Why are you here?"
"A-- AR-- ARE-- A." There are several quick clicks, nearly overlapping each other. "Archives. ¿¡damaged!?, word un-- assimilable. ¡Define!. --Ition. ¿Requested?"

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 06:45:09 No. 27340217
>>27340173
"You mean you don't know what the word 'Are' means?"
"Positive." Some of the motes disappear and reappear. "Perusal for assimilation continues, yet an explanation would be thanked for."

>>27340193
i dun get it.

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 06:51:04 No. 27340261
>>27340210
"What you ar-- no, what, uh, define yourself."
It clicks several times, "Perceived definition is extremely wide. Would thank for declaration of most usual context, or at least context in this situation. Perceived definition includes species, psychological composition, self-perception of psychological composition, external perceptions of psychological composition, religious slash moral slash legal slash cultural beliefs, loyalties, etcetera." It pauses for a moment. "As for question of localization, archives do not include data. Significant gap between creation time and present time."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 07:02:38 No. 27340349
>>27340289
I finally remember the dictionary description, "It's 'to be'. Like 'Are you cold'"
It answers after some clicking, "Declaration of most usual context?"
It takes me a moment to understand that, but I nod, "Words assimilated. Declaration of present context still required."
"I meant species."
It clicks for nearly a minute this time, "Species: Result of biological evolution; Member of an ethnic group; Being with beings of similar biological composition?"
I nod dubiously.
"None of the definitions applies. To Be was the result of-- result of--" the voice changes for a moment "MOMENT OF DESPERATION." It returns to the normal one, "No others of similar biological composition were created."
I am about to answer, but it speaks again. "Inquiry: Is 'In extinction' applicable to To Be."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 07:22:23 No. 27340510
>>27340457
I take a moment to answer the question, "I think? Extinction means that a species disappears completely. Are you saying your species died?"
"To Be not member of any species. Creation was purely synthetic." It clicks for a second. "Failure perceived in language rather than To Be's archives. Is this correct? 'Extinction' does not account for species that never existed. No fitting word found in archives either."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 07:26:10 No. 27340545
>>27340457
I take a moment to answer the question, "I think? Extinction means that a species disappears completely. Are you saying your species died?"
"To Be not member of any species. Creation was purely synthetic. Furthemore, To Be has no biological composition to speak of, only psychological composition." It clicks for a second. "Failure perceived in language rather than To Be's archives. Is this correct? 'Extinction' does not account for species that never existed. No fitting word found in archives either."

!!6rS9Q/1DV6r 2016-05-12 07:44:47 No. 27340713
>>27340666
"You are saying someone made you?"
"Affirmative. There was no planning behind To Be's creation, it was a nearly accidental act of desperation, but it resulted in To Be's creation..." it trails of, clicking "Estimated time between creation and activation: Over six hundred million ticks. Converting to standard measures: Approximately two years ago."

YES YOUR FUCK'D UP, SHIT'S OUTTA LUCK.
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