/pone/ - My Little Pony

>Soup is an odd choice for a picnic, but it works out well enough.

>The party manages to find various forms of not-much-at-all to talk about until dinner is long finished and the dishes dealt with.

>The Relto seems to be in perpetual starry twilight, and the long day has worn you all down.

"So, what's the sleeping situation like? Are we planning on finding comfortable patches of dirt or something?"

>Rick looks like the bags under his eyes could haul a week's groceries.

>"Well, if we haven't been hit yet I imagine our Relto's safe for the night. They stripped our Kis, but if you could call Vaiho to back us up, we should be good."

>You fire off a message to Vaiho about it and go downstairs to pull a spare blanket from the stores.

>Yohnann is sitting silent vigil over Victor and shows no sign of moving.

>You don't want to move Victor again, and those cots are way too small for two. Someone's sleeping on the floor tonight.

>Your Ki beeps while you scout for comfy places for tonight.

>Before you can read the message you hear Twilight call downstairs to Rick: "Vaiho's already at your Relto! He's wondering why you haven't arrived yet!"

>Rick shouts back up the stairs: "Tell him we don't have our books, he needs to collect us!"

>"Will do!"

>There isn't anywhere worth sleeping in here, but the temperature is pretty steady outside. Maybe another blanket would give you the camping experience you were expecting to be enjoying right now.

>It's been what, 3 days? 4?

>By the time you've dragged another blanket out and hauled them upstairs, Vaiho's come and gone, leaving you with Twilight.

"Tell you what, you take the other cot. I already scouted a place for tonight and all…"

>Twilight cock her head: "That's gracious of you, but I can sleep fine on the ground. You don't look as 'built' for it as I am."

>Well, you consider your generosity quota filled for the day, so she'll hear no argument from you.

>You almost regret not sleeping under the stars, though.

>Almost.

>Fuck, it's actually been a really long day.

"G'night, Twilight."

>"Sleep well, Anon!"

>At least someone's perky.

>As you start down the steps you glance back and see her already leaning over a book.

>Half a genuine smile drifts across your face as you slump onto the free cot.

>Yohnann is still as a statue.

"Night, buddy."

>He waves over his shoulder.

>You set an arbitrary alarm on your phone and fall asleep blissfully quick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

>Once again, you wake before your alarm. Your sleep was peaceful and a hell of a lot better than you expected from a cot.

>It's gonna be a good day!

>Yohnann seems to have not moved.

>Is he asleep?

>Does he sleep?

>Feeling far more lively than anyone has any right to so early in the day, you pop out for a breath of fresh air.

>Even though you don't think the temperature changed since last night, the air just feels like morning.

>Twilight is asleep, forehead resting in the book she was engrossed in.

>You notice her notepad next to her, top pages fluttering in the light breeze.

>Probably stayed up all night, the silly.

>You saunter down to the kitchen and decide today needs a huge vat of oatmeal and raisins.

>It takes breakfast quite a while to heat up, while you prep some water for tea.

>You look over the wreckage as you wait.

>You hoped to be able to fix a table, but everything's pretty well trashed.

>Ah, well.

>You improvise a serving tray from a large fragment of the table and plate out a fairly respectable breakfast to it.

>After carefully negotiating the stairs, you settle down next to Twilight and brew your tea.

>The reliable aroma of Earl Grey seems to be the way to wake a scholarly equine.

>Twilight flicks an ear and grumbles quietly.

>"Nnn-did I miss class? I gotta…"

>She pulls her head up and looks around through squinting eyes, finally settling her gaze first on breakfast and then on you.

>"… Oh, right. Morning, Anon, did I sleep in?"

"Not too long, no. You like tea?"

>She nods, lips curving into a somewhat more agreeable state as she picks out a bag for her cup.

>"I think I can read D'ni now." She looks around, "Have you seen my notes?"

>Oh.

>You carefully lift the makeshift tray and slide her notes out from under it.

>"Thank you. I tried making it through the start of Victor's journal, but I don't think he really knows D'ni very well. It was all jumbled up."

"D'you routinely translate the journals of crazy people as a sleep aid?"

>She giggles to herself and floats over a bowl of oatmeal.

>"I guess I got caught up in the mystery. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened…"

"Trust me, I know the feeling."

>The peace of breakfast eventually devolves into the routine of scrubbing everything down, and you presently find yourself sitting with a book that you’re not really reading, wondering what to actually do with yourself.

>Twilight is again engrossed in a book, she seems rather determined to pick up D’ni overnight.

>You sigh, close the book, and check on Victor for the third time.

“Is he supposed to be asleep still?”

>Twilight actually looks away from her book for once. “No, not really, but he was in a delicate state. Yohnann’s keeping his fluids up, and that’s the best we can do for the moment.”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll wait for the others to get back with us; no idea how long that’ll take, though.

>You return to your book.

>It feels like hours have passed, but when you check the time you find it to only be mid-morning.

>Finally, your Ki beeps.

[Hey folks, Rick here. Got a new Ki. Vaiho’s got some sort of plan for Vic that he couldn’t explain to me. Ask Yohnann to bring everyone to the Home. He’ll know where you mean.]

>At least you have something to do now.

>Twilight reluctantly returns her book to her bag as you deliver the message to Yohnann.

>You pick up Victor so he doesn’t fall when you link. It’s a familiar drill by now.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

>You’re greeted by the sight of the Antree towering above you, Yohnann having delivered you directly to the clearing at the base this time.

>Jean comes jogging out to meet you, helping take the load of Victor off your back.

>”Rick’s inside trying to figure out what Vaiho’s got planned. Here, I’ll help-“

>You hear a low groan from your back.

>”Anon! Hold still!” Twilight’s voice is accompanied by the ticklish feel of her magic as it lifts Victor off your shoulders and lowers him to the ground.

>The three of you crowd around him, Jean pulling a penlight from a pocket and checking his pupils.

>”I think he’s good, his eyes are still… well, as good as they’ll get. Vic, honey, can you hear me?”

>He doesn’t respond directly, though he raises an arm in an attempt to shield his face.

>Twilight looks to the Antree and back, her voice sharp: “Rick’s waving us over. Whatever we’re going to do, I feel we need to do it fast.”

>Yohnann joins you in carrying Victor to where Rick and Vaiho wait.

>Rick comes out to meet you a few meters away from the door and walks you inside, his words coming quickly.

>”Okay, I’ve been trying to get what they’re saying for an hour now, and I think they say they can heal him or something. They can’t translate whatever they plan on doing, but I trust them when they say they won’t harm him. We gotta get him underground and they said only you can safely do this, something about the suit.”

>Oh, right. You forgot you were wearing it.

>The helmet’s still strapped to your belt, you’re already so used to the thing you can ignore how annoying it is.

>”They said something about stars, but I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. I think they were talking about his eyes or-“

“No, I know what they mean. I got it from here.”

>Twilight looks up to you as you approach the drop to the underside of the Antree.

>The Negatree.

>She looks like she has something to say, but an expression of confusion comes across her features and she drops her gaze again.

“Forward-ho, Twilight.”

>She gives you an encouraging smile as she helps Yohnann lift Victor off your shoulders.

>Rick’s still at your elbow, and you notice Vaiho has approached to stand right behind you.

>”Vaiho said there’s no time to bring us along. Good luck, whatever you’re doing.”

>You slip on your helmet and seal the suit.

“See you on the other side.”

>Yohnann launches with Victor into the chasm, and you feel the sharp tug of Vaiho dragging you right behind.

I was gonna go for more updates tonight but I've got several other writing projects that I haven't even touched since I started this, and I wanna work on them. See you tomorrow!

>>151667

>>152018

>>152019

Not to worry, man. Just take your time but don't forget it, eh.

Work?

>>152110

actually, work is when I'm most productive since due to reasons there's nothing to do right now, so I spend long shifts listening to soundtracks on youtube and making sure nothing goes missing from the office, so I have plenty of time to write

I'll get to it tonight, in fact

>Now that you know what's coming, the drop into the weightless abyss is a hell of a rush.

>You reach a support beam and effortlessly stick to it with your gloves.

>You're getting pretty good at this.

>You see Yohnann struggling with Victor, who's weakly flailing about.

>Wings don't work to well in microgravity.

>You push off the beam and drift past them, snagging Victor and pulling him to the far wall.

"Just show me where to go."

>After a short fight against the uncooperative air, Yohnann reaches a solid surface and flings himself down.

>He doesn't seem to be headed for any of the passages that lead to lobes.

>Instead, he's heading where, were you topside, there would only be a sunny void leading to the sky.

>The blue lighting on the struts ruins your night vision, turning whatever's down there into a featureless black hole.

>You follow the pair of aliens in silence for several minutes, hopping from strut to strut.

>The supports are thinning out now, you seem to be reaching the end of… whatever this is.

>You see the Bahro paused on a strut ahead. No further lights appear beyond them.

>You reach the strut and gently lean Victor against it, looking to Vaiho.

>He's already awkwardly typing on his Ki, trying and failing to float in place.

>Bip!

>As you go to read, you see Yohnann taking a small pouch of something and rubbing it on Victor.

>It's a bright blue paste. You periodically reach out and pull him closer to keep him from floating away.

[WARNING CARE NOW VITAL THIS RESORT IS DIRE ONCE VICTOR IS PREPARED YOU MUST ENTER THE EXPANSE]

"Okay, jump into space, cool. Do I get a rope, or is this another 'hope for the best' kind of thing?"

>He's already typing again.

[CLARIFICATION EXPANSE IS NOT LIKE NORMAL VOID BAHRO KNOWLEDGE INCOMPLETE VAIHO HAS FAITH YOUR SASH WILL PROVIDE ANCHOR FOR JOURNEY]

"My sash? Dude, I don't know what the fuck- I thought this was a decoration, not a whatever-the-fuck; how am I even supposed to use it?"

[PLACE HAND ON HAND AND FOCUS ON THE JOURNEY YOUR LINK WILL COME]

"Not exactly an operator's manual, man."

>But they both seem to have little else to say. Yohnann nods and urges you onward.

>Victor's started coughing violently.

[TIME IS SHORT VICTOR NEEDS AID]

>Fuck it.

>You grab Victor under one arm, spiderman your way to the far side of the strut, and jump out into fuck-knows-what.

>Now that you're beyond the lights, you see a vast expanse of stars swirling around you.

>Belatedly, you think to get out your phone and grab a video.

>You look back at the Negatree and see only a blue hole.

>There are no stars in that direction.

>You focus on Victor. He seems to have stopped coughing.

>And breathing.

>Fuck.

>You can't detect any sign of life in him.

>He looks oddly peaceful, with that glowing blue goo slathered all over his face and chest.

>You're not sure what to do from here.

>How long are you supposed to drift?

>Where are you supposed to go?

>You figure you might as well float along in space for a few more minutes while you think it over.

>Not like Victor's going anywhere, after all.

>It's pretty peaceful out here.

>You're not sure the stars are supposed to be passing you, though.

>Generally speaking, stars are rather large and far apart.

>But here you are, drifting through a literal cloud of them.

>They're getting denser, you seem to be coming to a cluster of them.

>One comes close enough to touch, so naturally your dumbass adventurous self reaches out and brushes your glove against it.

>There's a sharp flash and a swirl of blue light, and you can feel heat through your glove.

>You really hope you didn't just give yourself cancer.

>The suit's supposed to protect you, right?

>It better, because ahead you can tell it'll be like a blizzard of them soon.

>You drift into the stars and feel your suit warm.

>It's just a gentle heat, and you were rather cold before, so you trust you're not in danger.

>Suddenly you feel Victor twitch.

>You look back to him, thankfully avoiding shitting yourself over the revelation that you're hugging a zombie.

>The paste Yohnann rubbed on him is now glowing like it did speedballs at a rave.

>You see a "star" splash into it, resulting in a yet brighter glow.

>You can see the glow penetrating under Victor's skin; the vein at his temple is burning brightly.

>Bringing your immense amounts of completely nonexistent medical expertise to bear, you angle him so the paste is in the line of as many stars as possible.

>Even from behind, you can see the glow by now.

>You can pick out the outline of his skeleton, his entire torso and head are now suffused with a steady glow.

>After a few more moments, you feel him convulse.

>You take a guess that this is the max dosage of magic space-powered goop he's supposed to have and look at your bandolier.

>The hand design…

>You lay your hand over it and think really fucking hard about being back at clearing at the base of the Antree.

>After a panic-inducing second of nothing, the pattern glows a cold green.

>Your free arm pulls Victor back, ready to shield him if you have a rough landing.

BWOOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

>The landing is as bad as you expected.

>You smash into the ground and feel your back spasm.

>But Victor escaped the hit, merely smashing into you from above.

>As you fight down the instinctual panic at being unable to breathe, you try to get your bearings.

>The Antree is overhead, at least that seems to have worked.

>You try to get up, but you're still pretty fucked up.

You figure the helmet probably saved you from one hell of a concussion just now.

>You can feel Victor twitching next to you.

>Get the fuck up.

>Help him!

>You force yourself to focus on him, to push the pain to the back of your mind.

>You push yourself up and look at him.

>His eyes are open, and they're glowing like one of those "stars" got stuck in each.

>He's still not breathing, you think, but he sure as hell doesn't look dead.

>You're dimly aware of figures approaching, but the helmet makes it hard to focus right now.

>You pull it off and toss it to the side.

>You put your exposed ear to Victor's face, then his chest.

>You still can't hear anything.

>Would rescue breathing help?

>You listen harder, suddenly feeling a wet sensation on your ear.

>Shit, you got the goop on your head.

>You suddenly feel really, really dizzy.

>And really, really sleepy.

>You can see Twilight and the rest running for you now.

>They can handle it.

>You'll just….

Hasbro is soulless and condescending

>>152539

agreed, but what?

also, have some trippy dreams for our unconscious? Anon, since I'm done writing for the night

>>152541

Oh, I guess it's not much of a secret

>You really feel good.

>It’s that feeling when you’ve slept for just the right amount of time.

>Today’s gonna be great, no matter what.

>Top of the world.

>You pop your eyes open.

>Okay, stone ceiling.

>You know what stones are!

>And ceilings!

>You’re already on top of things!

>You sit up.

>You’re naked!

>Yay!

>Why is that weird?

>What’s your name?

>Yay! You know this is fucked up!

>It’s gonna be a good day!

>You hop off the bed you were on.

>The walls are painted!

>Sweet!

>You hum a merry tune and walk to the open window.

>It’s a cloudy day!

>Hell yeah, you won’t get sunburned!

>There’s even trees!

>You saunter out the door and notice something purple following you.

>Do you have a dog?

>No, the purple thing said words.

>Even better, you have a fan! Yay!

>You skip down the hall.

>Oh man, your house is huge!

>You must be rich!

>You see a huge space ahead, it seems-

~~~~~~

>Your head hurts.

>You force your eyes open.

>You’re in a hall in the Antree.

>You remember doing something important…

>Did you finish it?

“Imn… I needtad… Fuckn’…”

>”Hold still!”

>The voice is familiar.

>Fuck, are you drunk?

>You shake your head and try to focus.

“Mkaaay.”

>You try to sit still as you gather your thoughts.

>Victor.

>Yeah, that was what you were doing.

>He’s okay, right?

>You remember the stars.

>Lots of glowing.

>You made it back, you know that much.

>You… passed out. After trying to help.

>Twilight.

>You can hear Twilight, you can remember Twilight.

>What’s she saying?

>”-ound of my voice! Anon!”

“What.”

>You force all your will into focusing on the purple blob in your vision.

>”Stop moving!”

>You obediently still yourself like a chastised child.

>”You’ve been out of your mind for a day now! If I hadn’t knocked you out, you’d have walked straight over that edge!”

>Edge?

>You’re not edgy.

>You’re a nice guy.

>Shit, Twilight was saying something.

>Now she’s just sighing, all pissed-off like it’s your fault.

>Now you’re moving.

>Is someone pulling you somewhere?

>You might as well sleep again…

And with that I leave for the weekend, I gotta fuck up Sevilla.

See you monday, folks.

>>153007

>>153011 (checked)

>Edge?

>You’re not edgy.

>You’re a nice guy.

Kek

Have fun.

You've been keeping me at the edge with your story

Sevilla was tight.

Turned down a hooker, woke up in a skate park miles away from where I remembered last being.

Gonna write some more tonight.

>>154116

actually, tomorrow

too much to catch up on

>Fuck.

>You’re never drinking again.

>You don’t remember what the fuck you did last night, and you don’t know where you’re gonna be when you wake up, but it doesn’t feel like your bed.

>Half your head is on fire.

>You crack an eye open, squinting against the needle of pain the light forces into your skull.

>After your eye adapts to the light, you see a stone wall.

>And the cushiony bowl in which you’re curled up.

>And a purple unicorn snoozing on the edge of it, looking like she fell asleep while watching over you.

>Right.

>You shut your eye again.

>You really want to fall back asleep, but you feel like you’ve been out for days on end already.

>Taking a deep breath, you sit up and open both eyes.

>Searing pain shoots through your head and bright stars swim across your view.

>You damn near can’t stick with it, but after a few moments the pain lessens.

>You take a deep breath and slowly get to your feet.

>You feel unsteady, like your legs don’t remember how to stand.

>You carefully take a seat on the edge of the bed-bowl.

>You look down and notice you’re naked.

>Uh.

>You look around for your clothes and find them folded on a table.

>This time, you feel more capable when you take your feet.

>Your movements arthritically slow and forced, you force yourself to get dressed.

>You’re an ungodly level of thirsty.

>You find a faucet near the fruit, but nothing to store water in.

>No matter. You drink straight from the tap.

>You hear Twilight get to her feet- well, her hooves- as you drink.

>”Anonymous!”

>Fuck, does she sound pissed off or something?

>You reach a hand back without looking and hold up your index finger while you finish drinking.

>Finally, your thirst feels somewhat sated.

>You turn around to see her staring at you, her expression more worried than irate.

>”Anonymous! Sit down.”

>You sit cross-legged on the floor, eyes wide in exaggerated surprise.

“You alright?”

>”That’s what I’m trying to find out about you. Hold still for a moment.”

>Her bags are sitting against the table’s leg; she withdraws from them a small, brown leather case, about the right size for a pair of glasses or something.

>As she opens the case, she leans in close, until her muzzle is within an inch of yours. Her eye stares into yours as you feel what must be her magic aura shooting through your skull.

>She’s retrieved a few small strips of paper from the case, as well as a pair of small bottles.

>”Open your mouth.”

“Uh?”

>”Not ‘uh,’ Anon, give me an ‘aah’.”

“Ahhhhhghlk…”

>She swiped one of the papers through your mouth.

>Another quickly darts into and out of your nose; another into your right ear.

>You flinch at the rather invasive care.

“What are you doing?”

>She unscrews the bottles and withdraws droppers from within, carefully adding a single drop of each to opposing sides of the papers.

>”We still haven’t figured out what the Bahro had you do, and they say they have no idea what it does to healthy humans. Or unhealthy ones, it seems.”

“What?”

>”When we pressed Vaiho for answers while you were out, he admitted they don’t really know what this does to humans. It was a last resort.”

>She holds the papers up to the light.

>”This test is the best thing we could figure out. Victor’s fine, at least. Better than fine, to be honest.”

“So it worked?”

>She sets the litmus equipment on the table.

>”Well… yes. We think. We can’t know for sure yet, since he’s still weak and hasn’t been able to stay awake for very long at a time, but he seems more ‘together’ than he was.”

“No more evil antics, huh?”

>”Apparently not. And the rogue Bahro haven’t made an appearance since the raid. Vaiho thinks we’ve scared them off for a long time.”

“How long was I out? I feel like it’s been a week or something.”

>”Actually, you were only out for about a day. Of course, you spent the first few hours raving and wandering towards holes…”

“Fuck it. I’m starving, though. And I’m not fucking with those fruits this time.”

>”Hang on a moment, I’ll let Rick know you’re awake.”

>She busies herself with her Ki and you stand and stretch.

>”He says Jean’s already got something ready, come on.”

>You join her as she heads down the corridor.

Probably the last update tonight. gotta be up early tomorrow.

"So, what happened since I passed out?"

>Twilight lets out a huff; you can't tell whether in amusement or frustration.

>"You started shaking after you got that blue stuff on your face, and then both of you passed out for a while."

>You take a turn into another branch of the antree.

>"Victor stayed asleep for a while, but you got up a few times and wandered around ranting. I spent the night trying to keep you from hitting your head on anything."

"And falling off ledges, right?"

>"Yes, I had to knock you out when you tried to walk into the central area. After that you were more manageable."

"Is that why my head hurts?"

>She gives you a sidelong glance.

>"I'm nicer than that, Anon. I caught you before you hit."

"Aww, that's nice of you."

>You managed to work a blush out of her.

>Your head's actually feeling pretty good now.

>You kind of hope the magic goop is going to give you magic powers or something.

>You concentrate on Twilight's bags, trying to levitate something out of them.

>After a few paces, she looks up at you.

>You glance away quickly enough to preserve your spaghetti stores.

>Hmm…

>You stare at the back of her head, hoping to deduce her thoughts, or at least implant thoughts of elephants.

>You could get behind being Professor X.

>Professor A?

>You belatedly notice she's been staring at you for a few paces.

>"Is there… something wrong?"

>You can feel your cheeks redden.

"Uh, noooo… I was just thinking about… stuff."

>"Stuff? Like…?"

"Y'know, magic stuff. And things."

>She seems to be hiding a smirk as she looks back to the front.

>"I guess that, having never experienced magic before, this must have been an interesting few days."

"Yeah, someday I should learn how that all works…"

>There's a bit more of a spring to her step now.

>You round another corner and the hall shortly opens into a much larger chamber, one that gives you a feel of a cafe or a dining hall.

>Aside from a handful of Bahro scattered around doing Bahro things, you find the rest of your crew sitting at a table, with a deck-chair propping a snoozing Victor up.

>As you enter, Jean speeds her way over and ambushes you with a hug.

>"Thank you! You don't understand- just… thank you."

>She looks transformed, her gaunt, strung-out appearance from before replaced by someone who looks a good decade younger.

"I'm glad everything's working out. He woken up recently?"

>She turns to pull you toward the table, which you notice bears a shitload of food.

>"You just missed him. We got some food in him, and he's starting to get over the Bahreltan thing. I don't know what you did, but he's acting like a real person again. He was completely demented before."

>You take a seat at the table and say Hi to Rick and the Bahro Buddies as Jean serves you a giant bowl of stew.

>>155429

>You concentrate on Twilight's bags, trying to levitate something out of them.

Kek

"And you don't need to comb the library just yet."

>Twilight cocks her head. "Do you mean you already found a book?"

"Not really… that bandolier thing the Bahro have me, it's how I got back from the star chasm with Victor."

>Everyone exchanges looks; maybe the Bahro forgot to mention this.

>Rick says: "We, uh- we kinda assumed you just got punted back from how the void worked. I guess in hindsight it's pretty obvious they had to have something else in mind."

"Yeah, I think I can use it to link without a book."

>Twilight's ears swivel forward. "To anywhere?"

"I spent the last day passed out; I haven't really had time to try it out…"

>"Ri-ight…"

"Where is my suit, anyway? I wasn't wearing it- or anything else, point of fact- when I woke up."

>Twilight makes something like an embarrassed half-smile paired to a shrug: "I needed to make sure you were alright, and I could see you glowing under the neckline…"

"Did anybody take a picture of me while I was glowing?"

"No?"

>They all shake their heads.

"Damnit."

>"I was busy worrying about you, you know!"

"Yeah, worrying about getting my pants off…"

>Her expression is blankly confused.

"Never mind. Still, where is it?"

>"Over in the corner. Rick took it with him while I watched over you."

>You go over and check out your gear. The entire chest and mask of the suit has been dyed a variegated pattern of blues.

>The bandolier is spattered with some blue as well, but that clearly didn't stop it from working.

"Looks like I have the new fall fashion line locked down. I guess this shit doesn't wash out?"

>Rick's walked up behind you, examining the gear with a bemused expression.

>"If I were you, I'd just be glad my face wasn't dyed blue as well. That part went away with the glowing."

"I grab a jar of that shit and I could be running the Miami drug scene inside of a week."

>Twilight's joined you.

>"Do humans often take drugs that require irradiation to metabolize?"

"Nah, that's the hot new selling point. I bet I could make a nuke pun for the street name."

>Rick's brow shiggys some diggys at you.

>"You are kidding, right?"

>No, you are the Danger.

"… Yeah."

>Twilight's examining the bandolier.

>It's pretty simple, just a couple of leather thongs to hold the thick cloth with the symbol at your shoulder.

>She's still taking notes.

"How have you not run out of paper yet?"

>She only glances back for a second. "I write small."

"I guess… just, uh- tell me when you're ready to go."

>There's still a part of you that feels like you're going to wake up and it'll all be a dream.

>You give Twilight an absent-minded scratch behind the ears, probably more for your comfort than hers.

>She glances up at you before going back to her notes.

>Well, before looking at the bandolier, at least.

>She's not really taking notes anymore. Just… staring.

"Over too soon, huh?"

>"Yeah."

>Aw fuck, you stepped in some feels.

>You kneel down and give Twilight a hug.

"Don't forget to come root around the library sometime."

>Life goal complete: got hugged by a unicorn.

>"Let's go."

>You slip the bandolier on and think really hard about what little you remember from the show.

>Fuck, you really hope this doesn't break anything.

>Twilight's horn lights up. You trust whatever she's doing can't hurt, since you're completely in the dark anyway.

>Your hand goes to the symbol, which responds with a reassuring glow.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

>You look around.

>Ivory and gold towers. Nighttime.

"Is this home?"

>Twilight spins a small circle.

>"Yes… Do you really need to go now?"

>You hang your head.

"I have stuff to get back to. I'll see you again, soon, okay? Promise."

>She gives you a final hug and watches as your hand goes back to the device.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

I've got an epilogue mostly done, but I'm holding off on it for a bit.

I'll get a pastebin up sometime this week.

THREE MONTHS LATER

>You zip up the blue-stained front of your suit and shrug on your trusty bandolier and jacket.

>Weekends were way more interesting these days.

>Vic had opened a new pod age in the museum and wanted you to facecheck the area for hazards.

>The DRC remnants have pretty much come to rely on you for all the dangerous work.

>You love it.

>Plus, Rick’s last Ki note said he has brisket smoking for that evening.

>Rick’s brisket is no joke.

>You strap on your tool belt and grab your helmet before you slap your travel patch.

>You love your job.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

>You link in at the museum. Vic noticeably jumps at the noise.

>They’re all sorta jealous of you, being the only one who can travel freely.

>Tough titties, you do the work, you get the gear.

>”Good morning, Anon.”

>You told them your real name ages ago, but everyone stuck with your nickname. You don’t mind it.

“Morning, dude. How’s the wifey?”

>”She’s doing fine, thanks.” Vic gives you a sideways smirk. “And how are your D’ni studies coming along? Learn anything recently?”

>You suppress a cringe and look away.

“… Rihl, Shokhooth.”

>Vic had been guiding you through the language, but you just didn’t have a knack for it.

>Whatever, you have stuff to do anyway.

“I’m ready, let’s get scientific with it.”

>Vic rolls his eyes and steps out of your way.

>”You’ll get it eventually. Just stick with it.”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

>Before he can heckle you further you jam your helmet on and slap the linking panel.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

>You’ve been out of school for years and you’re still behind on homework. Who’d have thunk?

>You look around at your new surroundings. The pod you were supposed to link to is… well, it’s there, much in the way an egg is there after you throw it at a wall.

>Metal shreds are all over the dense jungle undergrowth.

>You hear a loud thrashing in the bushes nearby.

“Yeah, no.”

>You slap your bandolier.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh.

>”That was a bit fast.”

“Yeah, don’t link me to Jurassic park next time.”

>Vic closes the book and wraps it with the CAUTION tape you’ve all started using for situations like this.

>You pull off your helmet and clip it to your belt.

“Was that the only real work we had today?”

>”Unless you want to go help the Mikes and Blake with the dig, yeah.”

“Maybe I’ll do that. Works up the appetite, after all.”

>You dally for a moment.

>Victor eventually notices. “We still haven’t seen anything from her. I’m sorry.”

>You drop your gaze.

“It’s no biggie. I’ll uh- I’ll see you later.”

>You walk out and stand in the Ae’gura square, beneath the cavern ceiling far above.

>Your hand stalls halfway to the linking patch. Every weekend you show up, and there’s no word from Twilight.

>You want to link to her home, find out what happened.

>It just doesn’t feel right, though.

>She must have her reasons.

>You send her another unanswered message with your Ki.

>You touch the patch and link to the dig site.

BWOOOOM VZH Vzh vzh!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And with that, this story is over. I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback would be nice, and if you liked it enough to want me to write something else, I'm all about that.

http://pastebin.com/GiTqCvkq

>>155721

>>156896

>>158164

That ending is too feelsy for a Twifag like me

Nice job, man.

It was a fun ride. I really mean it. 10/10 would play if it is adapted to a game in the Myst series.

Would love it if you continue other Anon adventure in restoring D'ni, but that's too Myst than pony.

Or you could make where Twi returns with the whole team

Theme for ending : Comfy and feelsy

>>158176

Yes. Yes I do.

Take your time.

Let us readers linger in the feels of comfort from this crossover.

>>161557

>tfw I don't know 30% of the words used

>tfw I still want to know

In response to what >>139527 said, I think it's during a normal conversation that people of high vocab rarely use of such words.

Yet, in writings the words seem beautiful and captivating for the reader.

Yes, you would've open a dictionary but that's one of the trill of it.

>>161558

Ohohohoho.

More Twi and Anon in Myst world, pls.

>>161560

one of the best times I had reading a book, I had a word almost every page to look up such as quincunx

I'll see about starting writing tonight, then

>>161633

goddamn if that ain't the most adorable thing I've seen today

>>161634

Also

>[Hit me with it.]

What does it means?

She's sorry that she haven't replied his messages?

Or go to her with the linking cloth?

>>161636

Anon was a lazy sod and didn't check to see who sent the message. He still thought it was Vic trying to stymie him with a quiz.

>>161640

Ah, it's his reply.

Didn't caught that before.

>>161641

Guess I should figure out a way to clear that up in future chapters

>>161761

>Greentext !anon messages?

>[Anonymous?]

[Yeah, hit me with it.]

>[I’m sorry I never contacted you. A lot has changed.]

>>162798

>mental censorship

Wew

Well, mentors know better. At least she gave back.

That gif is always cute

Also, is this how AiE feels when anon is with your waifu?

>>163774

Trying not to feel

Know that I'm, at least, still read and liking it.

>>163958

yay!

>>164017

>>164018

and I hope to have more up soon.

I totally lied about having a plot worked out earlier, I only figured out what I'm gonna do with this last night

probably gonna change fifteen times on the fly like last time, too

>>164036

Don't worry. happens to most writefags.

I tried writing before, made the plot on the fly.

But yours is better

Keep it up