Dr. Whooves and the Reality War

Let's get going...?

Tue, 14 Apr 2015 04:50:33 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

In a flash of flames, Isop had transformed. The plan seemed to be and good one, albeit temporary. Scribble couldn't seen how it could ever go wrong. "Ah... okay. Just be careful. A Changeling in Canterlot would cause a stir like you wouldn't believe..." Especially after an invasion like the one they had went through.

Whenever the Changeling left, Scribble would turn to the Diamond Dog beside him, a worn look on his face. Ako was gone, Isop had left to buy time, Stompson was Celstia knows where.... The group was shrinking much faster then anticipated. "Feels like we've been here forever... Let's try and figure out what's going on, okay?"

For what it was worth, it wasn't much farther to the door they were seeking; a regular- at least to the normal eye- green door. Scribble eyed it intensely, expecting.... well, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Maybe nothing? Maybe something.

"Well... here goes..."

Wrapping a hoof around the handle, he slowly pulled it open...

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QA Sessions?

Mon, 16 Feb 2015 06:17:22 GMT

Posted by: zervziel

As the group started for the stairs, following Scribble's lead, Isop paused mis-step. Trotting back past several book cases, he managed to get a view of the main entrance. Sure enough the blue unicorn and the gold pegasus were still tied up at the moment, but eventually the officious duo would get past the crowd and be on their tail again. Ducking back before he could get spotted, Isop galloped back to his comrades. Thankfully he managed to catch them as Cain was ducking his head on the staircase to avoid the ceiling. "Scribble, Cain!" He called. "You guys go ahead and meet up with AKo and Ray. I'll try and draw off our tail back there." In a flash of green fire, a young colt stood in his place. "And do hurry up. I don't know how long I can distract them."

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Answers?

Wed, 11 Feb 2015 18:48:29 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

Scribble rubbed his eyes, feeling confusion mixing in with the prevalent frustration of the moment. He was getting tired, and they were drawing so much attention. It was time to get out of here.

"It would be a trap, since it's us." He sighed, there was really no getting out of it though. "But maybe we'll get some answers."

His gaze went back to the stacks of books Ako had just been standing on. "...Ako'll just have to catch up with us."

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Misread signals

Sun, 08 Feb 2015 05:03:11 GMT

Posted by: zervziel

Noticing the slip of paper that had been given to the blue pony by a random pony, Fabled Tails trotted over.

"What have you got there, Scribble?" he blurted out. When the earth pony showed him the abrupt message the xenoling couldn't help but feel skeptical.

"If the initials are correct, then this may be the very pony we came to find." He frowned. "Could also be a trap." The hybrid turned to the massive canid next to him. "What do you think, Cain?"

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Signals

Sun, 08 Feb 2015 03:35:38 GMT

Posted by: multaekappae

Ako ignored the blue pony's calls from below. Even if she had been inclined to listen she was now too invested in her actions to 'back down', as it were. In the midst of trying to figure out where exactly she could retreat to from her precarious position, her ears caught an improbably set of sounds: birdcalls from species that neither would have resided in this monstrosity of a city, nor near each other.

In moments her old training had come back, the coded signals used to disguise troop dispersal when facing he occasional untrained band of mercenaries or skirmishing with the odd band of ponies from the far south. She frowned at the thought, but was distracted when the calls began again. The message was clear: retreat to higher ground. Second... floor (the usage was odd, but comprehensible), door of green... room?

As much as it might annoy her to take advice from an unseen source with no explanations given, anything seemed better than remaining in her current predicament. And if some fool wished to stage an ambush, a grin curled on her beak, that would give her an excuse to vent some of her frustrations on a worthy target.

Scribble groaned in frustration as the griffoness took to the air without a backward glance, disappearing into the stacks. 'Because this isn't already an impossible enough task we've been set.'

"Um, excuse me?" A random pony repeated, for what was probably the third time, not quite touching the blue stallion's shoulder.

Scribble glanced back. "Yes?" He didn't have the energy to startle at the interruption.

"Uh, somepony asked me to give you this note, just now."

The writing pony took the crumpled piece of paper, and then caught the departing pony, "Wait, when did the pony ask you to do that?"

"Just. Now. Like I said."

Scribble shrugged, not bothering to ask for a description he wasn't going to get a straight answer about in any case. Instead he examined the hastily scrawled note:

Please wait five minutes and then proceed to the Green Room (second floor, specializing in world history).
RB

He turned the note over, to make sure there wasn't anything on the other side. "Uh, okay?" Scribble muttered to nopony in particular, only to realize he had the attention of a xeno-changeling and diamond dog. The loud unicorn seemed to have wandered off inexplicably.

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Rising tempers

Fri, 06 Feb 2015 06:05:20 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"Ako!" Scribble dashed forward, just missing the Griffon as she began to climb the bookcase. Truthfully, he had no idea what she was talking about, which annoyed him even more. Not knowing things sucked.

"It's the biggest library in all of Equestria, of course it's going to be noisy in here." He watched her climb up, unable to stop her in any way or form. "Ako, what are you doing?"

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Unrecognisable

Tue, 03 Feb 2015 23:36:30 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

"I hate this place!" Ako hisses, her eyes meeting Scribble's. "Quiet? I can't imagine that anyone can read over this! I can't even hear myself think!"

She waves her empty clawed hand around, gesturing around at the quieted patrons gathered around their booths and idols. Her other foreleg switches around in an opposite pattern to keep herself upright, sending her blade in an arc behind her.

"And apparently none of you can hear me either," She hisses, glaring at the group behind Scribble before falling back down onto three legs, sword held to one side. "So I think I'll just solve this problem myself!"

Then, after crouching briefly, Ako jumps onto a nearby bookcase. She lands on it about halfway up, out of reach. Then she starts to climb.

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Silence in the library

Sat, 17 Jan 2015 01:15:02 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"Are you just gonna dance around the issue?" Hunter mused, jabbing the earth pony in the side with a hoof. With another hoof, he pointed to something set up near the other end of the room. "I think he's over there."

"I... I knew that. Why wouldn't I know that?" He stated, waving the journalist off, trying to keep calm. "And I'm not dancing. I'm... nervously trotting."

"SHUT UP! The swordsgryphon bellowed behind them, bringing the library to a complete stop. It was almost unusually still, patrons and readers alike standing still and waiting with hushed worry to see what came next. Of course, an angry, wounded Gryphon, waving a katana around was enough to make them keep their distance.

Normally, reacting to this with shock and attempting to calm everyone down would be what Scribble would do. Currently, he found himself with the makings of a headache. It had been a long day already, and he was in one of the only places in the universe that he didn't want to be in.

Alright, alright. Scribble gulped down a breath and walked over to Ako, taking slow, deliberate steps.

"Ako...? You need to calm down... This is a library." He stated, as though that helped matters. "What's going on?"

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words, words, words

Tue, 13 Jan 2015 06:58:52 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"...You guys never did learn each other's stories." Scribble noted as they walked, always looking ahead and only giving some cursory glanced behind him at the agents currently getting caught up. Huh, they were being followed after all. Might as well check for escape routes too.

"Yeah... the village was destroyed while we were there. And the space station too, which happened right after that." He sighed. It felt like months, but it had only been a few hours to a day.

And, he paused, something startling occurring to him. "The Doctor really does leave a lot of destruction in his wake."

That's one way to look at it, to be sure.

Hmm.

The clatter of the library did not lessen, no matter where the group went. As a matter of fact, it intensified as they reached the center of the packed building. Everywhere you looked, there were books, and there were ponies talking about those books. Scribble was... a little startled.

He sighed. "Okay... Now, where is that Bradburrow." He scanned the area, saying the name in a low tone. He didn't like having to do this. "He'd better have what we need..."

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Initiating party protocols. Searching...

Sat, 10 Jan 2015 18:04:22 GMT

Posted by: zervziel

"So... w-we know who we're looking for, right?" stammered Scribble.

"Some fellow by the name Ray Bradburrow or something like that?" Fabled Tails offered helpfully as they entered the library. "From your earlier conversation it sounds like this pony is rather famous so we just need to find the pony with the most fans."

Looking at the two llamas, the disguised xenoling paused. "Ok, who and what are those two and why do they seem to know about us?"

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Touchy Subject

Fri, 09 Jan 2015 00:10:25 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

Ako winces with Atoc's rather blunt question, a twinge of pain going through her wings. She stumbles to a stop, looking at Hua with a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Hualpa... could you do that thing now...? I can't... can't stand this..."

The injured swordsgryphon gestures at her wing-slings, turning enough so the llama mare can reach them. Ako glances at Atoc,her drooping slightly.

"Atoc, I got a lot of bones shattered in my wings... enough that they were so damaged that it would be a miracle to put them back together..."

She sighs, closing her eyes.

"The medical staff said I had only a 20% chance to be able to fly like I used to... and anything less than that..."

The warbird looks like she's barely staving off depression, loosing some of what makes her, well, her.

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Getting the party started

Thu, 08 Jan 2015 20:13:47 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

Scribble nearly stumbled from that slap to the back, nodding weakly as she followed everyone inside at last.

Inside, the library was just as he remembered it, though it fell like a millennium ago that he last set hoof inside this massive place. The walls were more like built in shelves to hold the tons upon tons of scrolls and literature that positively littered the place. Different inhabitants of Equestria and beyond came here to see what the grand library had in store.

It felt... small, to Scribble now.

Heh. Do you feel that? Your friend over there?

Yeah, of course I noticed. She's... she's probably just worried about Ako.

Oh? And is that what you really believe?

He kept his thoughts and feelings silent, although he could feel the pen weighing heavily in his bag. "So... w-we know who we're looking for, right?"

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Anger Outlets - ReTargeted

Wed, 17 Dec 2014 00:54:53 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

Ako winces as another twinge of pain goes through her wings, feeling a little guilty at how she'd reacted to the llama mare she'd cared for, even if for a short time.

"Y. yes! Yes..." She sputters, lowering her head slightly. "Sorry Hualpa... I know you must have learned a lot when we were gone, I'm just a bit on edge..."

The gryphon tilts her head slightly as she listens to the other's conversations, nodding gently and glancing over to the indicated lamppost.

"I agree with the others, going inside would be nice..."

The tawny gryphon gives Hua a weak smile, lifting a foreleg and putting it on the llama's shoulder gently.

"I can wait until we get inside for you to look at my injuries..."

Her smile fades as she continues talking a bit more quietly, starting to walk gingerly towards the Library's lobby.

"Just know... they said I may not ever fly again..."

The warbird winces as the group walks into the Library, leaning a bit more on Cain and a bit on Hualpa as well.

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Even for the Doctor

Tue, 16 Dec 2014 05:41:15 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"....Yeah?" Scribble nodded slowly, not fully understanding what made it so confusing. It was confusing, really confusing, but Atoc had seemed so... competent just a second ago.

...Wait, no. Competent wasn't the right word, was it? That's rude. what.

"I don't understand what the problem is...." Scribble coughed, the pony trying to draw everyone's attentions. "But, uh, yeah. Mr. Thompson is right. Why don't we continue this conversation inside...?"

He looked over the group. And then glanced back at the lightpost a little ways away.

"...It's better then standing out here at the door the whole time."

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tock...

Mon, 15 Dec 2014 21:10:05 GMT

Posted by: multaekappae

Hualpa's eyes narrowed as the gryphon jerked and shuddered. Muttering under her breath about 'equestrian medicine' she advanced upon the griffon and dog. She paused when Ako caught sight of her and simultaneously tried to shy away, take an aggressive posture, and winced from the contradicting actions.

The llama sighed, "Look, your wings are bothering you, right? Equestrians don't seem to understand that different winged animals have different ligatures..." she noted the blank looks she recieved and sighed, "A griffon wing isn't a pegasus wing writ large, a sling meant for a pony isn't quite right for you. I can fix it, a little, if you let me."

Meanwhile Atok frowned for his own reasons as he looked at the blue stallion. "R-really, the Doctor isn't here? And..." the llama's eyes flicked over the greatly reduced group of travelers, "...as well as Sharp Wit, Caine, and the ... purple one?" The adolescent ran a hoof over his forehead, "That's not... I don't... what?"

Hunter looked over the group with an odd sort of grin, "Hey, not that standing here like a fifth leg isn't entertaining, but it looks like there are a pair of ponies who are trying to be nonchalant while staring at us." The unicorn performed what was probably the worst covert head-jerk-as-pointing in history. Oddly enough, a blue pegasus stallion and goldenrod unicorn mare near the street corner responded by trying to duck behind a streetlamp.

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Picking up the pieces

Wed, 03 Dec 2014 17:39:35 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

A look of concern was painted on Scribble's face as he watched Ako nearly fall over in sluggish pain. He had to keep reminding himself that she'd just only walked out of that hospital this morning.

"Ah..." He ran a hoof through his orange hair, the locks falling into his face for him to blow away.

"You guys aren't the only ones that have been... busy." He stated matter-of-factly to the Llama children. "We just went through a pretty rough experience, and now we're separated from the Doctor and everyone else."

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Sharp Outburst, Instant Regrets

Wed, 03 Dec 2014 13:37:03 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

"I... I knew it had to be something like that!" Ako blurted angrily as her good-humored self disappeared once more, upset at being talked down to by Hualpa. She fell quiet after her outburst, as her tone made it back to her ears. The swordsgryphon slumps slightly, looking a bit ashamed of herself.

"S.. sorry..." She sighs, laying down the sword in front of her. After a few deep breaths - with a twinge of pain from her wings - Ako tried to change the topic as she looked down at the ground. "D... did the letter say anything else...? We... we're kinda... trapped here... without the Doctor... and our last time in this area of time didn't go too well..."

Glancing over at Hunter Stompson, Ako says softly:

"No, Torchwhoof certainly is not any sort of upstanding government agency... at least that's what it seemed from how angry Princess Sparkle was at them last time..."

The swordsgryphon's attitude old attitude was gone, and back was the shattered bird that didn't understand how her life was falling apart around her. As she sat on her hindquarters slumped over slightly, her body language made clear to the two llamas that she wasn't doing too well at the moment. She nearly fell over sideways as her vision blurred momentarily, at which she scooted over to lean against Cain-9, forgetting she had planned to hide her injuries from the llamas.

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Talk

Fri, 07 Nov 2014 22:55:33 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

Ako blinked, glancing at Stompston for a few seconds before laughing, a sound that nopony had heard for a while.

"So Mister Know-It-All doesn't know quite as much as he thinks he does, now does he?" She chortles, closing her eyes and smiling, looking much happier than she'd been in a while.

Then the expression faded slightly as she looked back at Hualpa.

"Yeah, that doesn't explain how you have this... Sharpwit just broke it, before I broke-..."

The swordsgryphon stops mid-sentence, gulping and turning a more pale color.

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a slip of the

Wed, 05 Nov 2014 05:57:04 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"Jack Harkness? Torchwhoof?" Scribble's head was swimming from the amount of information he was trying to process. He stamped the ground impatiently, biting his lip as he was deep in thought. "Where does that word come from...."

A pitiful group, if you were to ask me. Too much action and not enough exposition. The voice prattled off in a condescending tone in his brain. You did run into them once before in the current time of events.

"...At Sugar Cube Corner." Scribble stated aloud, turning back to the others as the revelation crossed over his face. "Way back when we were in Ponyville, we got attacked by that group of ponies... and Princess Twilight saved us."

Hunter stared at him.

"...Uh, it happened a long time ago." He turned back to the Llama children. "Did the letter say anything else? At all?"

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Time keeps slipping away

Sun, 02 Nov 2014 05:52:27 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

Scribble was dumbfounded at the sight of the Llama kids they'd seen what felt like an eternity ago. And, in the children's eyes, that was almost the truth. It came as a startling revelation to him that it had been-

"Twelve years..." He muttered, still staring in confused happiness at the kids were embraced by Ako. That was one good thing to come of this. Ako was actually smiling now.

Atoc waved over the writer. "Hey! You still got that dumb bag!"

...Scribble huffed. Some things didn't change. "Yeah." He marched over to the Llama kids and Ako, getting a good look at the now much older kids. "It's... been a while, I guess?"

The Llama kid nodded.

"..." Scribble frowned quizzically." H-how did you... find us here?"

And why did the voice in my head warn me like that?

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Surprise, Shock, Regrets

Fri, 31 Oct 2014 19:28:12 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

Ako's jaw dropped at finally getting a good look at the llamas, pulling herself up from behind Cain and making her way right up in front of Hualpa. She didn't quite notice the wrapped sword as the llama mare brought it out, too engrossed in looking from between her and her brother.

"Y.. you've grown so... so big..." She squeaks softly, noting that the two were much closer to her height than they'd been twelve years ago. "Hua... Atoc..."

The gryphon leans forwards, pulling the golden-haired llama into a warm hug, nearly impaling herself on the wrapped blade as it was mushed between them. Hualpa gasped a little, moving the sword to one side to not stab the swordsgryphon.

"H.. Hey!" She yelped. "Watch out, this thing's sharp!"

Ako blinks, pulling back and looking down between them. She froze, looking at it stupidly.

"W.. whha...?! But... but how did you know...?!"

The gryphon released the llama completely, taking the wrapped sword gently and removing the packaging. Her eyes widen when she sees the familiar blade.

"B.. but... Sharpwit just... just broke this...." Ako squeaks, lifting the blade up to catch the light, forgetting where she is.

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Fight or fli-oh, wait

Tue, 28 Oct 2014 22:51:39 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

"Cain, what are you talking... about..."

Oh. Scribble watched as the cloaked figures approached on the group. The writer immediately felt himself get nervous.

Now's your last chance!

Scribble swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the pen suddenly get ten pounds heavier in his bag, even though it really wasn't. He let the two figures come to him. The group was behind him. Let's deal with this. "Uh... H-hi there?"

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Not Expecting Old Friends...

Tue, 28 Oct 2014 21:57:06 GMT

Posted by: anarchyarcher

"What do you mean relax?" Ako shot back, starting to get a little grumpy. "I'm trying to! But it's not exactly easy is it-..."

It was about then when she noticed the two approaching, but didn't recognize the hooded figures. The gryphon shifted back, putting Cain between herself and them, reaching a foreleg to her waist before remembering with a quiet eep of pain that her swords were gone.

"Cain... what are you talking about...?"

She hissed, peeking out from around him at the two. Then her mouth dropped open as she recognized the two, not believing she hadn't before.

"H.. Hu.. A.. Ato..." Ako choked slightly, unable to get out their names.

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Sun, 26 Oct 2014 16:05:06 GMT

Posted by: multaekappae

The Canterlot Royal Library was an imposing structure, three stories tall, spanning some ten city blocks, surmounted by a sturdy brick wall, and built to a scale that dwarfed the average pony build. The front courtyard area was populated by fanciful topiary sculptures meant to convey various genres of writing or specific famous works... or at least that was what the gardeners claimed, it was rather difficult to tell if one was looking at a treatise on the nature of humility or a proof of Ponythagoras's Theorem.

The imposing main hall branched off into a labyrinthine sequence of ever more obscure (and restricted) wings.

It felt odd simply walking through the gap in the broken gate, but White Noise's spell seemed to be working... so far. There were signs of struggle, including several craters in the garden... Sharp Wit had to remind himself that, despite appearances, things would indeed get better. The pegasus mused for a moment, 'is this how the Doctor feels when he runs into an event he can't interfere with?' 'Your weakness sickens me, don't ever compare yourself to that Coward.'

"Are you alright?" Primeval asked, peering at the pegasus.

Sharp had nearly leapt out of his feathers, the proto-pony had been silent for so long he'd almost forgotten she was here. 'Wishing for some other female companionship, are we?' 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!' "...I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The inspector snapped.

"Good." The cyborg nodded, seemingly satisfied, before trotting up to the rest of the group.
[calibrations continuing, unable to gauge veracity]

Sharp Wit took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Alright, focus." he muttered, catching up to the others. "Alright people, we are looking for the Starswirl the Bearded Wing, which is normally protected by a 'Don't Notice Me' spell..." his gaze unconsciously drifted toward agent White, who nodded. "...Though, for several reasons, I don't think that will be an issue today. In case I have to spell it out for you: nopony wander off, stay away from the windows, and for Celestia's sake don't damage anything you don't have to. No, really, the library was established in trust to Princess Celestia, these books are all technically her property." He enjoyed the look of bewildered concern that reminder seemed to impress on most of the group... his companions the obvious exceptions.

"Oh... so you can get here normally." Hunter Stompson muttered in what was probably as close to an apology as he could make.

Scribble looked up from his musings, noticing Ako still carefully picking her way along while Cain seemed to regard her as an unbalanced three legged table made from porcelain.

'Third Annual Canerlot Writer's Expo, Today Only!' Proclaimed a jaunty banner over the doorway. A trickle of ponies passed in and out of the doors more or less continuously, and a gentle susurrus of conversation poured forth.

This is it, Champ. Once you go in there you won't have any time to spare for notes... if you're going to use the pen, you'd better do it now.
'...why would you think that anything you say would make me do what you suggest?'
Heh heh heh... how do you know which course of action I want you to take?

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consideration

Sun, 26 Oct 2014 06:10:05 GMT

Posted by: chaotic_scribbles

Scribble visibly winced as he heard Ako cry in pain.

"Listen... Uh, maybe you shouldn't move around too much. You were just in the hospital and all... It might make things worse."

Maybe you should help her then. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

...Scribble hesitated, looking down wordlessly at his scroll bag. Sometime ago, he would have refused outright. But seeing his friend like this...

"Maybe... hmm..."

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