Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.
“Okay,” nodded Drafty. “I think this is probably it, but-”
“Finally!” blurted Aisle, giving a sigh of relief. “So what’s everypony standing around for? Let’s head inside!”
Cozy frowned as she looked left, then right. “Where? There’s no door.”
“That’s what I was trying to say,” added Drafty. “I think this is the place, but I don’t see any way in.”
Now it was Cloudbank’s turn to frown as she looked over the sight in front of them. After passing through the wall of black fog – which, just like she'd said, was completely transparent from the other side – they’d found themselves facing a squat wooden structure. It was pretty wide, and about a story-and-a-half tall, but otherwise had no doors or windows that she could see. The entire structure was freestanding in the middle of the warehouse, and looked like it might have been some sort of interior office, since there were scattered bulletin boards and posters tacked along the sides of it. But why was there no way in…?
“This has to be another one of Lex’s wards,” she decided, voicing her thoughts.
“This again?” moaned Cozy.
That was enough to make Drafty frown, giving Cozy an upset look. “Hey, if these are doing such a good job of keeping us out, then they’ll work against monsters too.”
“Not to mention other survivors who try to make their way here,” retorted Cozy, but her response was half-muttered, lowering her eyes to the ground.
Nevertheless, her comment was clearly heard, and Drafty started to walk towards her with an angry look, but Aisle moved in front of her. “Give her a break,” he whispered quietly.
Drafty turned her angry look on him, lowering her voice in kind. “No! She’s not being fair at all! Lex is out there right now, probably fighting for his life, and she’s complaining about the fact that his protection is too good?!”
Aisle didn’t flinch, making his response short and to the point. “She’s worried about Pillowcase. Lex said he wasn’t here, but she’s been hoping that maybe he was anyway. Now she’s sure that’s not the case, with how strong these defenses are and all.”
Drafty’s anger evaporated instantly, and was immediately replaced by a rush of shame. “Oh geez…I…” she trailed off, then sighed. The fact that she’d completely forgotten about the missing member of their group was unforgivable. She didn’t have the same relationship with the missing crystal stallion that Cozy did, but that was no excuse for being so completely unconcerned with his disappearance. “I should apologize.”
“No, it’s alright,” answered Cozy, clearly having heard them despite their whispering. “I know that if…if Pillow were here he’d b-be happy that we were someplace safe.” Despite her conciliatory tone, she couldn’t keep the sadness out of her voice, and it was heartbreaking to hear. Drafty started heading towards her for a hug, eyes already watering in sympathy for her friend, but Cozy shook her head, visibly pulling herself together. “I’m fine. Anyway, we need to figure out how to get in here.”
Cloudbank, who’d been watching the exchange silently, spoke up. “I think I have an idea about that.” All eyes turned towards her, and she continued. “Remember when we were headed towards this place, this warehouse I mean, and we couldn’t see the door before Lex opened it? I think it’s like that.” She pointed at the building in front of them. “It has a door, it’s just invisible.”
“It’s not invisible,” corrected Aisle. “It’s just hidden from view.”
“Whatever, it’s here and we can’t see it.”
“So, how do we find it then?” asked Drafty, looking over the blank walls in front of them.
“Finding it’s not the problem,” interjected Cozy. “Remember what happened when that thing was trying to follow us inside? The door kept trying to close by itself. I’m guessing that even if we find the door in, Lex would be the only one that can open it.”
“Well we can’t just be stuck out here!” protested Cloudbank, throwing her hooves in the air in frustration.
“Actually, I have an idea,” said Aisle. The other three turned to look at him questioningly, and he responded with action, rather than words. Walking up to the side of the building, he reached out a hoof…and knocked on the wall.
“I don’t get it,” frowned Cloudbank. “Your idea is just to knock?”
“Why not?” shrugged Aisle. “Lex said that he brought doctors and other ponies, right? If they’re inside, maybe they’ll have a way of letting us in. At least this way we can let them know we’re here.” With that, he knocked on the wall again.
A pregnant silence fell as he stepped back, the four of them waiting to see if there would be any response…
Nosey’s ears perked up. “Hey, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” asked Sonata, taking her blindfold off. She tried to hide how glad she was for the distraction. It turned out that pin the tail on the pony was a really hard game!
“I heard some sort of tapping on the wall just now,” answered Nosey, going over to the side of the room. She paused for a moment, then pressed her ear to the wall. Several other ponies, noticing what she was doing, moved closer out of curiosity.
Behind them, Severance floated closer as well.
A moment later, Nosey shook her head. “It stopped. Maybe I was just-”
The knocking came again, and this time Sonata heard it as well. “That’s, like, totes weird. Who knocks on the wall? Why not just use the door?” She glanced at the exit, fully fifteen feet away from where the knocking was coming from.
That set off a round of murmuring from the surrounding ponies, but Nosey shook her head. “Whoever it is probably can’t see the door, remember? Lex said that he’d covered it with an illusion to make it look like the rest of the wall as part of all that stuff he did to defend this place.”
Sonata blinked. “He did?”
Nosey nodded. “Yeah, remember? Back before we had that pillow fight?” Seeing her friend still having a vacant expression, she kept describing the circumstances. “He was telling you all of that stuff he’d done, and you were…you know…flirting with him.” She mumbled that last part slightly, fighting down a blush at having to admit that she’d overheard that.
Sonata paused then, doing some hard thinking before her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh yeah! I remember that now!”
Rolling her eyes, Nosey kept going. “So anyway, whoever’s doing that probably can’t see the door, so they’re knocking to try and get us to let them in.”
“Hang on.” More ponies had gathered around by now, listening to the exchange, and C. Shells had to push her way through them to reach Sonata and Nosey. “Isn’t that kind of strange that they’re knocking?”
“What do you mean?” asked Sonata, tilting her head.
“Well, if Lex was with them, wouldn’t he just, you know…open the door himself?” She turned to look at Nosey. “If what you’re saying is right, then he hid the door with his own magic. Shouldn’t he be able to lower it and just walk right in?”
“Most likely, yes,” said Nosey, her expression turning grim.
“Wait, wait, hang on…” Sonata furrowed her brow, trying to keep up with what was being said. “If that’s right then…whoever’s out there…Lex isn’t with them.” She paused to digest that, feeling her stomach start to tighten into a knot. “Why wouldn’t he be with them?”
An uncomfortable silence fell then, and the assembled ponies glanced at each other, trying not to make eye contact with Sonata. Nobody wanted to point out the obvious alternative: that he was with them, but was in no condition to do anything. “Maybe they’re bad guys and this is a trick?” ventured a stallion in the crowd hesitantly.
C. Shells licked her lips. “Or maybe they’re Vanhoover ponies, and he told them how to get here on their own.”
Sonata shook her head. “Lex, wouldn’t do that. He really cares about ponies. Like, a lot. If he brought some back here, he would be with them.” She could feel herself starting to become seriously worried, and that fear ratcheted up a moment later as the knocking came again. “I’m going out there!”
She marched briskly towards the door, and the crowd of ponies parted for her immediately. Only Nosey tried to stop her. “Sonata, hang on! We don’t know who’s out there! What if that’s another monster like the ones that attacked the ship?”
“Then I’ll totes kick their scaly butt!” scoffed Sonata, pushing her way past Nosey without slowing down. “And besides, we have Severance here,” she waved a hoof to indicate the scythe, which was hovering overhead as though monitoring their conversation. Even as she spoke, it moved to follow her towards the door. “If it’s something serious he can handle it no problem, so I’m gonna go out there and see what’s what!”
Nopony else tried to stop her as she reached the door, grabbed the handle, and tugged on it…to no effect. “What the heck?! The door’s stuck!”
“I think that’s part of what Lex did,” ventured Nosey. “He said something about the doors being sealed, as well as disguised.”
“Oh well that’s just great!” Sonata glowered at the door, before turning to look at everypony else. “Help me with this!” In response to her demand, several ponies – all of them stallions – rushed forward to begin prying at the door, trying to yank it open. But after almost a minute of grunting and straining, it still resolutely refused to budge.
“That does it,” growled Sonata. “Everyb-, er, everypony back away from the door!” She waited until everyone was clear before she moved directly in front of the door. “Cover your ears.” She tossed the warning out casually, before muttering the few words needed to activate her spell. A moment later, she vocalized a single note, holding its pitch perfectly, letting the magic amplify and direct it towards the door…which exploded outward a moment later, shattering under the force of her magical assault.
A moment later four nonplussed-looking ponies leaned their heads in the doorway, clearly unnerved by what had just happened. “Hello…?” asked one of them, a white-and-pink pegasus mare.
Sonata stepped forward, opening her mouth, but suddenly lunged forward and interposed herself between the unknown ponies and Severance, which had begun to spin in a cutting motion and work its way towards them. “Hold it!” she yelled at the floating weapon. In response, it stopped its descent, but didn’t cease its threatening rotation.
Ignoring how the foursome, along with everypony else, was watching the exchange with wide eyes, Sonata glared up at Severance. “Okay, like, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to back off.” The weapon’s only response was to make no change in its position or actions, making Sonata frown. She’d never actually talked to Severance before, and wasn’t sure what to say to make it settle down.
“Look,” she began. “I get that Lex told you to protect everypony here, but he left me in charge while he’s gone, so I’m telling you to, like, go cool your…curved-blade thingy, and let these ponies in, you got that?” She did her best to look commanding, and was gratified to see that the blade stopped spinning in place a moment later. But it was still hovering uncomfortably close. In response, Sonata stomped a hoof. “If Lex rescued these ponies, I bet he’ll be really sore that you wouldn’t let them come inside.”
That seemed to do the trick, as Severance floated back to the other side of the room. Sighing in relief, Sonata turned back to the four ponies in the doorway. “Okay, you guys come on in. I’ve got something I want to ask you.”
Cloudbank and company arrive at the shelter at last!
But Lex's not being with them has clearly unnerved Sonata. What will her reaction be when she finds out that he's out there fighting?
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Sonata uses Screech.
Its Super Effective.
Severance is showing itself to be well in the top one percent of worthwhile associate minion equivalents.
Did Sonata just scold Severance like a child? Okay, not exactly given her vocabulary but still, this made my day
Knocking sometimes works, just be sure to step back in case of it exploding in your face. Bet Lex won't be too happy about that but as long as the survivors made it, He'll be okay with it, mostly.
I like how the Vanhoover survivors behave up to now, I don't know what it is but despite their status as secondary characters, they give off the same aura that attracted me to the araneas in the first place.
8009572 Sonata used shatter, actually, but close enough.
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That was an amusing scene to write. From her perspective, she gave Severance a good tongue-lashing (single entendre). From Severance's perspective, she mentioned the fact that Lex did leave her in charge during his absence; by contrast, Severance was charged simply with defending the ponies there, and what Sonata was saying didn't try to countermand that, so technically she was within her rights to pull rank the way she did. If she had directly tried to prevent Severance from fulfilling Lex's orders to guard the place (that is, from an actual attack, instead of a possible threat), then it would have ignored her.
I wanted to add a scene expounding on Sonata's thinking about that, but wasn't able to fit it in. Basically, it hearkened back to that scene where she tearfully told Lex that he had better come back, because if he didn't she would go after him. That is to say, whereas Lex holds duty above all, Sonata puts love first and foremost. To her, leaving the ponies under Lex's command more vulnerable is unfortunate, but if that's the cost of making sure that her beloved is alright, then too #@%&ing bad.
I'd be interested in hearing more of your thoughts on this. One thing that I've been very nervous about is writing the secondary cast members as archetypes, rather than fully-developed characters unto themselves. I didn't want any of the Vanhoover survivors to seem like any of the araneas with a different name, for instance. I think I've managed to do a pretty good job of that, but it's hard for me to judge, being the writer and all.
8010985 Not sure how to put it into proper words, I'll try to elaborate more on what I meant with the Vanhoover survivors. Though I have to warn you that I'm sick and hocked up on medication at the moment. I tend to ramble in this state so you'll have to excuse me for that.
When I said the survivors had the same auras as the araneas, I didn't mean that they were stand-ins for the araneas but rather the feeling they gave me through their roles in their story.
Their personalities while a little one dimensional at first, (which was to be expected when compared to Lex and Sonata) grew more unique as time went on. For the Vanhoover survivors, their situation is similar to the araneas in the sense that they're trying to make the best of the situation, even if the chances of survival were bleak prior to Lex's arrival and that's it for the similarities.
What makes them unique to me is the way you're showing them more prominently from the beginning instead of brief glimpses you did with the araneas. This allows me to get to know them better over the course of the story in little tidbits throughout the Vanhoover Arc and form my own opinion on them.
To be honest, I find the survivors' segments to be quite engaging due to how relatable they are. They're average individuals who probably didn't know each other until they were caught up in the disaster that struck their home so how they behave and interact with each other feels real. That, and I find it amusing how the grocer is the character seems to be the most level headed member of their little party. Things would have gone really bad for Lex's rescue effort if something happened to Aisle back at the ghouls' trap.
And...this is where my rambling is derailing my thoughts so I'll stop while I'm still relatively coherent. If this left you confused, present your concerns to future me when I'm thinking straight again tomorrow. Nighty-night.
8011138 Huh, didn't think I wrote something this long and detailed while I was sick and medicated. I was sure I typed something different since I had thoughts revolving around the Walking Dead and the Evil Dead series when I wrote the previous comment. Guess my mental filter still works even when I'm in that state.
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8011138 Thanks for that; I've been turning your answer over in my mind for a few days, and it's quite a relief to hear that the survivors are coming across as fully-developed characters on their own. My process for writing them was to focus on how different individuals would react to their current circumstances, and build on them from there. That's why I was nervous in the first place, because I was essentially writing them from a single characteristic and trying to grow that out. (In fact, you picked up on one of those characteristics, which was that I made Aisle the most practical member of the group.)
Oooh, just one typo today.
She gestured at the exit, perhaps?
Now I am wondering how Lex could ask the princesses for help, without asking for help. He could send them a message, reporting on the damage and such, what he has found there. The princesses, upon hearing this, would get over there as fast as possible. He wouldn't have to ask for help, and could even try to protest that he can do it, thus saving face.
8221874 Typo fixed! Thanks again, as always!
With regards to reporting to the princesses, your idea isn't a bad one. But aside from issues of formally asking for help, there's the underlying implications of why he'd contact them in the first place. He doesn't believe he has to report to them, and while he can possibly come up with a way around actually asking them for help, the fact that he'd be contacting them at all would possibly establish the sort of relationship they have (e.g. that he gives them reports), and he's very wary of that, since he can't stand how they do things.
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Surely he has a sense of duty, or something? He would feel that the even though he doesn't like them, he would tell them what is going on with their subjects?
8221896 He would feel a sense of duty to do so if he thought that they were both capable and willing to do something for Vanhoover that he wasn't able to do - that's the source of his conflict, since he thinks that they possibly could - but insofar as just telling them what's going on? I'm dubious; he doesn't think of himself as working for them, after all, and so that undercuts any inherent presumption of a duty to inform them of anything.