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[chaotic_scribbles]

"You..." Scribble felt himself lose whatever frustration he had at the sight of the downtrodden Ako. Seeing the warrior look so... lost just didn't feel right.

"...Dangit." He muttered, kicking a pebble away while a new frustration grew inside him. It was weak though, and petered off as Scribble sat down beside the ronin. The streets of Canterlot were large and impressive, filled with many, many ponies that paid them no mind whatsoever.

Sadly, he had to come to the realization that, yet again, no one really cared about him here. He was just another nameless pony in the background to them.

He glanced over at Ako. "Hey... don't... don't worry, okay? We'll find them." At least one of them needed to feel better about things, right?

"...Somewhere."

Laying out a battle plan

[sharpwit]

 Sharp massaged the bridge of his nose with his hoof as he tried to reason his way through this situation. "Alrighty then, here's what we know: Torchwood, for all intents and purposes, is not even in this timeline anymore; the 'key' to the temporal signature isn't remotely available now; and there are literally changeling falling from the sky like rain upon Canterlot. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I suggest that we attempt to do something of value while we still stand, rather than hiding in this dinky little shop all day."
Spoken like a true hero, the Dark Voice sneered.
Don't you have to be annoying somewhere else? Sharp snapped.
Not until four, the Voice responded in a mock clueless tone.
Turning back to the group, he shook the thoughts out of his head and grinned nervously. "So, any ideas for a plan?"