Nuclear Launch Detected.... No, Not Really (97)
Nuclear Launch Detected.... No, Not Really
The next morning, I was up bright and early, having gotten a good sleep in Gilda's arms. What? She's fluffy. Anyways, I decided that I should go find Ivan. As the only human nearby, despite not being a brony, I needed to find out what kind of danger he posed. Given what I know of his so far, he's harmless, or, at the very least good at staying alive. He's a potential ally, and he seems to like me well enough, despite being socially awkward, much like a certain 'Griffin' I know. (In case you didn't catch that, I was referencing myself when I was a bit younger.) In any case, it's probably a good thing I've been nice to them both, well, except for one thing......
He was easy enough to find, after all, he was the only human on the island. he kind of stood out. He looked alright last night, but I had to make sure he was okay...... and also not mad at me.
"Hey! Ivan!" I called out as I spotted him, flying down to the human who had at some point gotten clothes, just a simple shirt and shorts. "I've been looking for you." Said human was a bit busy staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them with a look of such glee that it was putting me off a little bit. He looked up at me with dazed eyes.
"Eh wha?" Okay, so, he's probably really happy about being a human again, but in this world, he may want to go around as a zebra to blend in. I could teach him some magic, I mean, it's pretty harmless, just letting him change form and protect himself.
"I've been looking for you. You busy? I was actually hoping to talk to you."
"Y-yeah, sure, what do you want? Uh..." He said as he nodded, walking over nervously.
"I kinda wanted to make sure you were okay. After last night, I wasn't really sure." I replied hesitantly. Kind of felt like a jackass, but I have my reasons.
He let a smile hit his face. "Yeah. Best birthday gift I could ask for..." That's a relief to me. I was pretty sure I knew how he felt, but not positive, and I'd hate to ruin my newest friendship. Wait... birthday?
"Happy birthday Ivan! I'm glad you're alright. I was fairly sure that you were just playing scared, since Catastrophe seems to be the type of person to get off on that, but I wasn't positive..."
He grinned awkwardly, showing off his scratched arms. 'Ouch.....'
"Yeah. You could say that. She's certainly the type to keep up appearances." What does she put him through? Geez..... If she's like THAT.... I mean, I'm always gentle and stuff when it comes to that. He doesn't seem too upset, although given the number of scars on his other body, he may very well be numb to physical pain.
"I figured the least I could do is let you change forms so she wouldn't ruin you. Better to switch it up instead of be pounded on nonstop since she was gonna do it anyways. Also, I really didn't want her to steal my amulet." I'm being honest here. She was gonna jump him anyways, best to give him a bit of a break, and I really, really like my amulet. His friend seemed the type to just steal it if I said no.
He nodded. "So uh... what all is there to do around here?" He looked back at his palms happily.
"Well, there is magic. You seem pretty interested in it. I could, I dunno, show you some stuff." I said nonchalantly, trying to ease the awkwardness of me basically telling him I want to be his tutor. I know being able to change has helped me out, much less all the other spells I've come up with, and he looks like he could use a bit of protection.
His eyes shot to look at the me, a strange intensity replacing the previous confused glaze over them. "Magic. Tell me more about magic."
"Come on. We'll need some open space to practice this.... I guess you could hop on my back and we can fly out to the plains." I know he liked flying. I'm trying to be nice. I don't mind and I'm sure he'd be ecstatic. Again, even with the whole 'spider in his head' that may or may not be real, I for some strange reason, get a good feeling about him. I don't know why, but something about him makes me just want to..... help him?
He nodded again, his blue eyes wide. "Wait, I get to ride you?" He winced as soon as he said it. Poor guy.....
"Awkward innuendo aside... damn it Catastrophe, yes. I'm ridden around most of the time anyways, I don't mind. It's comfortable having a weight back there."
He was silent for a moment. "How do I phrase how I should ride you as a human without it coming off as telling you to bend over?" I resisted the urge to face palm. He must be the most socially awkward person in the world. Every single thing he says can be taken the wrong way.
"You can always walk up, and put a hand right here, on my shoulder, and push down gently. Better than to risk verbalizing it." He rolled his eyes at something and did as was asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and pressing down slightly. I folded my legs underneath myself and let him climb on, which resulted in him wrapping his arms around my neck and burying his face in my feathers. "You know, whenever we molt, we keep the feathers in storage. I could totally set you up with a pillow if you want. I know how friggin comfortable they are."
He let out a grunt. "Not as good as when they are still attached..." He laughed lightly. "So uh... adventure sharing story time?"
"Sure. Just make sure to keep your arms wrapped low, around my chest, instead of around my neck. Wouldn't want to strangle me mid flight. That would be bad. Here we go..." I took off at a leisurely pace, not wanting to go too fast and scare Ivan. "What do you want to know?"
"So... you and that other griffin. Together, right?"
"Yeah, although the relationship is a little.... loose, right now. She was in heat, and I told her it was alright if she 'used' someone who couldn't get her pregnant, but she felt like it was morally wrong unless I slept with someone else too. Enter Nadene. As it turns out, human sweat has an effect similar to catnip, on that type of cat anyways. Except instead of loopy, it makes them horny. Combined with the actual catnip she was smoking, well, we didn't end up doing it, but it got me high and I DID do it with Gilda.... I sure hope she isn't pregnant.... That would throw a huge wrench in our plans. But, pretty much, we're alright with having different partners, so long as the other approves of them."
He tensed, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest on my back. "Alright with different partners?" There was an awkward pause. "... Save me, I just had an idea of what Cata would be like pregnant."........
........
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List of things that scare Griffin, +2. That crazy bitch on pregnancy hormone, and that crazy bitch as a mother.
"You're alright. She isn't. Only thing that can get a griffin prego is another griffin, a pegasus, or a dragon, but dragons can go with anyone. I met a half dragon diamond dog a while ago." I reassured him. Best he know that he won't have to deal with that.
"Ehhm, anyways, we're here." I felt his weight shift slightly, him looking over the edge to see an open meadow, on the far side of the forest as the settlement. Small, about 200 meters across, both axis, green grass, likely in the past a fire happened here and destroyed the trees, which didn't grow back as any seedlings would be choked out by the faster growing grass.
He blinked and looked down at the ground. "I feel so weak..." He said as he hopped down, hitting the ground and tumbling to his side. He probably does. I know as a human I feel the same. Less affinity for magic, senses aren't as sharp, save the sense of touch which comes from having smooth skin, no natural weaponry, no camouflage, can't fly, and can't climb trees as well as our ancestors. Sure, it's fine for our own, civilized world, but in the wilds of Equestria, or whatever this planet is called, it's pretty much a death sentence.
"It's alright. It's actually a good thing when we came here we weren't human. We'd have died right away."
He looked curious. "How so?"
"Within a week of my arrival, I was eaten by a dragon. I survived because I can fly, and have sharp talons. I cut him up from the inside out." Truth be told, it might have been longer than a week, but I forget. It's been what, a year and a half?
"I got thrown into slavery. They removed my will to revolt through magic. They scalped my will to live." He said this matter-of-factly, with just a tiny hint of sorrow..... and now I feel bad. What the hell else has this poor guy been through?
"I thought as much. Judging by the scars you had, reverti," He turned back into a zebra, and then looked at his hooves with disappointment. Being human does have it's benefits, "have, you've seen your fair share of trouble. And I'm truly sorry. I wasn't aware diamond dogs had mind control techniques other than Stockholm syndrome."
He blinked, raising an eyebrow at me. "Why the hell are you sorry?"
"I... um, may have recently discovered a was to magically dominate someone, pretty much trapping their mind inside mine, and making their body my own......." I said this nervously, not sure how he'd take my dabbling in the dark arts. "We used it once to get inside a warren that was locked up tight.... never again...."
He turned and instantly his right hoof shot out to fumble for his pouch. I'm not sure what was in it, but I think is was meant as a threatening gesture, given that he spoke with more of a hiss that an actual word. "What." There was so much anger and spite in that word..... I let out a sigh and wiped my forehead with a talon.
"We found a dog that was guarding the gate.... he had given up his will to live, so we used him to get inside. The spell puts you in a mindscape with the spell target, where you try to make the other give up. The winner gets telepathic control of the body, but at the same time, also gets the very essence of the loser. You get their entire being. Their memories, their mind..... and you torture yourself knowing you've enslaved someone you now know so well that you could call them your friend." I said with a sad sigh. "One of my crew used it..... it tore her apart. After that, we all swore never to touch it again."
He looked away. "I know the feeling." His voice cracked up an octave half way through the word feeling... "You regret it, right? You regret how badly they broke?"
"Yeah..... I regret it, and honestly wish I had never thought of it, or the dozen other spells which we haven't used that could be considered dark magic.... Anyways, I won't be doing anything with dark magic. Just going to teach you the basics, and let you figure the rest out on your own. How much Latin do you know?"
He twitched. "How many other spells are we talking about? I know 20 spells. I think."
"Oh? You already know some? That's good. That will make things a lot easier. Well, it's not so much of knowing a lot of spells as much as it is knowing the application. Magic, at least the kind we use, is a mix of incantation and intent." He nodded, letting the knowledge soak in.
"In terms of numbers? I've figured out maybe fifty, and at least three uses for each. That, and, some of my crew can do things..... I don't even..... Surprise, a pegasus, has two mice that are living shadows she made, which live in her mane. How she gave the absence of light a physical form, I'll never know."
He nodded yet again. What is he, a bobble head? "So... how do I magic?" Explanation time.
"Well, everyone has magic. But only unicorns and dragons store it naturally. We use gems, which we charge up through a kind of meditation. Then, we speak a word, and think of what we want to happen. Many words have multiple meanings. For example, one of my personal favorites, Umbra, means shadow, muffle, and bind senses. With it, I can surround myself in shadows to blend in with the darkness, make myself completely silent, or silence, blind, mute, and numb someone else. Now that you're a zebra again, it should be easier for you to sense it."
He lit up into a smile. "Through gems, right? Any gem, with Latin?"
"Pretty much, although certain types of gems work with different spells better. Rubies work better with fire spells, aquamarines with water, etcetera."
He glowed slightly in a spell, a rather bright and vibrant diamond slipping from his pouch. It glowed with inner fire. He's got a sun diamond. A small one, but definitely the same as my ship's power source. "And Diamonds are all purpose."
"Who's the teacher? Volare. It means, to fly. Also, I see you already know a little of your own." And then Ivan was hovering in mid air. He flailed a bit before being let down softly. "There are also non elemental spells, like Volare, Forma Versus, Protego, and the like."
He nodded. "Let me try. Alea iacta est." I have no idea, at all, what that means. He blinked. "Aw... nothing happened..."
"Not all Latin words or phrases are spells. Or, some are, but you don't have the power needed to cast them. Most of the complicated stuff I do is actually a mix of several spells. You, um, may want to stand back for this one. It explodes."
He smiled as he back pedaled away, clearly looking forward to this. "Just tell me how far." He stared at the me.
"Keep going..... keep going.... keep going.... about another fifteen feet...... and don't be right in front of me....... a little more.... wouldn't want to blow you up too.... you know what, better go back to the tree line."
He groaned and retreated farther. "Ivan wants big boom....."
"Okay, that's good! First things first!" I had to practically yell. "Protego! It means 'Protect'! Because I don't want to splatter myself all over the meadow! Remember that one! It's really useful!"
He concentrated. "I cast GUARDIAN!" Was his response. A massive yellow shield bubble popped up around him. "PROTEGO GUARDIAN!"....... Okay, so, maybe he's better than I thought. That wasn't Latin, and I have no idea how he did it, but it seems to be the same as the 'barrier' class of protego spell. His was yellow, mine is a vibrant red, almost pinkish, but I wasn't using that. I was using the harden skin type, since my spell would be going off right next to me, and a barrier needs room, as they naturally take a dome shape, like a bubble. Adding the 'cushion' protection spell all around me, followed by 'shield' right in front, where the spell would be taking place, I began.
"Looks like you already got it covered! Now, watch carefully!" I crouched low to the ground, and put both my wings in front of me, arched to encompass a ball of air that was beginning to form. "Condense Vento! It means condense the wind!" Sure enough, the air began flowing into the area between my wings. "I'm using natural griffin air magic in conjunction with the spell to condense the air in a ball in front of me!" He nodded, looking closely. I could feel the pressure beginning to build, a slight push against my mind as the equilibrium of nature resisted my spell. "You know how they use highly pressurized water to cut steel?" I asked rhetorically.
"Diamonds, and other things too, right?" He answered. Okay, so he knows about industrial production.
"Yeah, diamonds too, well, air can do the same thing! It just needs to be at a higher pressure! They can't do it with machines, but that's why I have magic!" He nodded voicelessly, a look of sheer awe on his face.
"Now, the air in this ball, is getting REALLY HOT! It's also trying to expand! Here comes the next part! Clepto Ignis! Steal the flame! I remove the heat from the ball, making it easier to condense! But I'll need the heat later, so here's the next bit! Perfectum Circus! Perfect circle!" With that, a great deal of the push against my mind faded, allowing me to condense the air more easily. At the same time, as more and more air was sucked in, more and more heat was drawn out, stored in a ring of flame that appeared on the ground around me. The flames danced and grew as more and more energy was fed to them. I wasn't worried about the fire though. Because of what happened next, I couldn't catch the field ablaze. Still, more and more air kept being pulled into the ball.
"Right now, this ball of air is REALLY dense! There's actually a liquid core beginning to form! The ball itself is really far below zero! If I were to throw it, it would freeze anything it touches! But I'm not done! The ball, even though it's cold, is still pushing outwards! So, now I use Claustra! From claustraphobia, Claustra is 'contain' or 'trap'! It keeps it from blowing up on me!" I could feel my whole body tingle with magic, the strain on my magic trying to keep the ball held together, I could feel my energy being drawn out, and a pressure in my mind, like a piano wire wound too tight. The greater the pull on the mind, the tighter the tension. If you attempt a spell beyond your willpower, the spell will break. If the spell breaks, the wire snaps, and........ it hurts. A lot. And that's not to mention the effect of the spell itself. That's just the backlash on the mind of the spell being done improperly. I always try to finish it off before that happens. Sometimes I can't.
"And now, I draw all the heat from the fire back into the ball, making it heat up and expand rapidly! Reverti!" The ring of flame shot forward with a whoosh, being sucked into the ball, but the ball itself didn't change in size. I could barely contain it now, and I felt that I was approaching the breaking point.
"Are you about to do what I think you are about to do?.........Holy shit! You are totally about to do that!" Ivan cried. Unfortunately, no. I'm not about to do that, whatever it is. The reason for that?
"And now.... I don't know what to do next! I can't throw it or it'll blow immediately when I take the pressure off, and there's no way for me to release the pressure! I don't know the word for rupture!" I caught sight of Ivan out of the corner of my eye, a sudden realization dawning on him before he dove for cover.... right before I released the spell to prevent the mental backlash, pouring all the magic I could into protecting myself as it exploded.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!
A mushroom cloud of dust, dirt, and licks of flame filled the meadow, charring the center portion of it black. I coughed out some smoke and waved it away, looking at my blackened feathers. "Well! there's your problem!" I said in the classic Mythbuster manner. "It's safe now, mostly! Mind the smoke!"
"Impetus. Try Impetus.... No, wait, that would just make it explode sooner." Ivan pondered as he slowly walked towards where I stood as I cast a wind spell to clear the smoke away.
"Ack, cough, hack, ugh..... I can't seem to get the last bit. If I could poke a hole in it, it would shoot out the hole. The solid air core would go first, being the part with the highest density, and it would be followed by a stream of superheated air, which would constantly expand. Pretty much, it's a cannon. It fires a shell that can smash diamond, followed by a pillar of flame that torches everything..... that's the theory anyways."
He blinked, simply standing there in awe. "That is so completely and utterly awesome."
"Thanks. I don't think I'm strong enough yet to compress it as much as I need, as I can't get the core past the liquid state into the solid state yet, and I don't know the word for rupture yet, although I've got a plan for how to find that out."
He nodded. "Practice makes magic perfect, right? Say... have you tried some common sayings?"
"Yeah, I've tried everything I cant think of for rupture, burst, explode, make a hole, poke, cut, and what not. My normal 'cut' spell doesn't seem to do the trick, as the air ball doesn't get enough of a break in it. Thanks for the support by the way, it feels good to be appreciated. I'm thinking of making a word pump for it."
He nodded like he understood. Again with the nodding..... "Oh man, this is going to make spell programming so much easi- Word pump?"
"Basically, I'm going to run through every possibility, narrowed down. I'm almost positive it begins with an R, since English is based on Latin anyways. It's the most inefficient, but also guaranteed, method. I'm going to start with short words and move up, starting with R. So, let's see. 21 consonants, and five vowels, and another five with treating y as a vowel, that makes 110 possible syllables. I don't need to worry about spelling, since it's the sound, not the spelling, that we're dealing with. If a word has silent letters, it won't matter, since I'm still saying the same thing without them."
"Ummmmmm." He looked around blankly, clearly not getting it. Time for a practical explanation.
"I'm going to start with rab, then rac, rad, and go all the way to ruz. Then I'll move on to two syllable words. Rabab, rabac, rabad, rabaf, then rabeb, rabec, etc, all the way to ruzuz. 110 syllables, multiplied by another 110, that's......... hold on...." I did some quick mathematics in the blackened dirt with my claw. "12100 possible combinations of two syllable words, with the original 110 added to it, is 12210 word combinations. Hopefully, I'll hit it before I get there." I gave an exasperated sigh. "As I said before, its inefficient and time consuming, but I will eventually get there so long as I keep at it. If I go through all those and still don't find it, I'm going to give up on it till I can find more reference material, since doing three syllable words is going to be into the millions of combinations, and I have a too many other things to do to waste time on it."
He nodded. "But isn't there a chance that you'll supercharge it and make it blow up through your protections and kill you instantly, leaving your family and friends to wonder what the fuck happened?"
"I'm going to try it on balloons first, so it's not nearly so dangerous, and I always throw a whole slew of protection spells on myself before I experiment with anything. Anyways, we should probably get out of here...... people WILL have noticed the explosion and giant mushroom cloud, and what's going through Gilda's mind right now is probably something along the lines of 'Damn it Grif, if he's not dead, I'll kill him."
He grinned. "That was nice... this was nice. Thanks."
"Anyways, here's a copy of basic Latin words and meanings. Yes, I do keep a copy of them on me at all times for just such an occasion. How you apply them is up to you. Just... stay away from 'mort'-anything. I'd hate myself if you or someone else wound up dead using that spell, and make sure before you do any testing, you cast as many protections on yourself as possible. Would have hated to have been in THAT....." I motioned towards the crater we were now fleeing from. "....without any shielding on. The gem array in my wing is tapped out now, so no more magic for me till it recharges...."
I let out another sigh and hung my head in depression as we walked back to town. Ivan looked at me strangely, cocking his head to the side and putting a hoof to his chin.
"What's wrong?"
"I just.... had a lot taken from me recently. My wing, for one. And, my sword. It was a... special sword. Something supposedly unbreakable, which could store an absurd amount of magic, got snapped in half like a twig. I used it every day, and I felt naked without it, so I wore it everywhere. Now that it's broken, I'm not sure what to do. I need to make some money in order to fix it, but there's so many other expenses, like buying the supplies for the next settlement. This is the first time that money has actually been an issue. Supplies, transportation for the supplies, construction workers, architects, city planners, and a thousand pieces of paper that say where everything, and everyone, is, so we can put families together. Equestria fronted the cost for the first, but their charity won't last forever, and Signal isn't ready to start exporting goods yet, nor do I have the trade union with the dogs and zebras set up yet, although I got Bluebeak in touch with Blueblood to work on setting up an international trade system. They needed a new one anyway, ever since the East Equestria Trade Company got shut down by the government for corruption." When we were in Ponyville, Gilda had visited Twilight at the library and spent a couple hours there. I'm not sure all of what went on, but apparently Twilight had already been keeping tabs on things, so she had copies of news articles detailing interesting events from the 'Canterlot Times', and Gilda was able to get a copy for me to look through during our travel time.
"I guess there's just so much to do, and I'm a bit tired is all. I'm putting tasks I'm no good at or don't need to handle personally on more qualified people, but there's still just so much for me to do."
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I really do love this series. The key, I think, is verisimilitude - it's clear, all the time, that things don't come easy and that there's an ongoing world. That it's not just a bunch of NPCs waiting to react. (That comment about the EETC... well, if they were anything like the real world EITC they deserve it...)
Curse you! I have an important class now and-
Aww screw it. *begins reading*
I was about to go to sleep, and then I saw this story's updated. Screw sleep.
I'm just gonna say it now: when Griff was explaining the magic bits, I kept reading it in thevoice of Bill Nye.
Good chapter though. Nice to get a further explanation on magic, and we see the socially awkward Ivan once more!
Great story,
Hopefully Griffin will meet a Latin teacher.
Would that be considered overkill?
Idont't know. Probably
Wow, that confined explosion is kind of like a Bijou Ball/Rasengan from Naruto.
Combined with the Slendergriff spell, he could really be Dr. Octagonapus.
He's got the sunglasses and everything :D
1423667 Home room, bitch.
Also, now all we need is magical flying dwarves and tactical northern werehippos.
What happens in DnD, stays in DnD
Am I... the only person interested in the Chessverse who doesn't like this story? Griffin is a really big name, but... I don't see the appeal here at all (although I must say that having 330k words is quite the achievement).
You and I both know what I am about to say. Here goes... *big inhale*
MOOAAR
if you don't mind
1423755 Well to each their own, I personally enjoy the violent parts the most myself, but they are only as important as they are due to the lower tones that are used. In short, everyone has an opinion, glad I could help. XD
Huh. . . apperently "Rupture" in Latin can mean a lot of things. The only thing I see thats JUST rupture though is Ramex. Although, saying that here won't help Grif at all, will it? . . . Trolololo
Edit:
Ohh wait, Ramex is a noun.
rumpo
lambero
lancino
lanio
violo
All of these ones are verbs.
Yas! Ace has succeed in his mission :D
1423973 rupture.
1423973 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Tota haec sententia apud Latinos. Tua punctum irrita est.
1424081>>1424214
Now I know why no one puts up translations of word in the comments
1424222 Because it's funny to make people laugh at Google Translate failures. Also in Google Chrome this s*it is translated automatically...
I am probably not the only one to expect this, but following that description of Grif's super-cannon ball-thing, and his history of quoting the internet, tv shows, and basically anything, when he finally fires the cannon, I am 90% sure he's going to call out: "SHOOPUS MAH WHOOPUS!" or just "IMMA FIRIN' MAH LAZAR!"
In totally unrelated thoughts, I... Kind of want to see a Necromancer. Grif fighting zombie ponies just sounds really bucking awesome.
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no i was just about to mention that aswell
Human sweat makes Bast horny...
'Kay.
Reactions!
1424144 Welcome to the world of inconsistency. I dwell here on holidays.
1425007 .... It's sharing HOW to do it, not that he's able.
1424517 ....... it's already in the works.
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SHHHHH!! Don't give him any ideas!
......
Though that is an awesome one!
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It is now Fanon!
1423727 That was the funniest one in the series. The genie, the wish, the superhero... I lol'd so hard. Ah, Doctor Octamemories.
Also, what would happen if a being with god-like powers were to apply that compression spell to... ohhhhhhhh... the Sun? Which is essentially a big ball of dense hot gas?
Can you say 'instant singularity' or 'artificial supernova'? I knew you could!
1424144 He doesn't tell Ivan how to do it, just that he can.
well it's good to know Ace succeeds.
1425190 Doesnt change the fact that inconsistency is a great neighborhood to dwell in.
1425341 Was their ever any doubt?
3 more chapters.
I get that reference
Soo tiered....Wait, new chapter?? No sleep for a while then.
1425583 Not really.
wanted him to shout "RASENGAN" so bad for a while there lol
1425832 What if he shouts "HADOKEN"? google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&client=firefox-a&sa=N&tbo=d&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&authuser=0&biw=1440&bih=797&tbm=isch&tbnid=tcchP8RMdo0nOM:&imgrefurl=http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/File:Ryu_Hadoken.jpg&docid=57sp7zC-fk2BpM&imgurl=http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120328013609/powerlisting/images/8/89/Ryu_Hadoken.jpg&w=300&h=300&ei=9YV3UJr3O4L10gHpuID4Aw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=130&vpy=190&dur=68&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=90&ty=156&sig=106674159111466718965&page=1&tbnh=145&tbnw=145&start=0&ndsp=32&ved=1t:429,r:17,s:0,i:130
Rupture in Latin is RAMEX, its gonna take a while for him to get there.
Does anypony else still remember Hades? Or whatever that broken sword was called? Yeah, good times.
What about Redactio? I like that one. 'S where Redaction and Redact come from. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Vinyl_Scratch.png
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At the moment, all Ace really had to do is hand off the paperwork to Missy. It's possible running away from bad guys could get involved somewhere in there, but the 'looting the safe' scene is already published.
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Hmm, What about Maximus isn't that Latin?
Lacero Maximus Circus
Maximum Circular Cut
Or If he is trying To Fire an "Air Pellet", What about The latin Word For Launch Or Propel?
lol at this rate the population of the dominion will reach Rej....that make's good material for an assassination attempt by Ivan in the distant future..
Definitely enjoy the story if not for one problem that I'm sure has been voiced before:
Where in the reaches of hell is the villain? Seriously, in the first few chapters I can see having few to no solid villains to be justifiable, but you are nearing 100 chapters and we have yet to see a full on villain even though there is plenty of room for someone to want the diamond dogs to stay the same as they have been for awhile, most likely due to profit gained by them.
plus you seem to have fun writing colorful charactors and villains have so much room to be insane and wonderful that i cant imagine why you havent already made one.
1436827 I'm working on it. Alright? There WILL be a villain. This is one LONG fic. Pretty soon things start heating up. In fact. Next chapter will be out soon. What's in it? Assassins.
wait... wait what only two days and I've read all the chapters! wow I have read alot of chapters O.o but still I'll wait patienlty for more
Hrm. Hrrrrm. Hrrrrrrrrrm. Finally caught up. Nothing to say really. Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't bother with me I'm just here trying to read all the chessfics. You know.... there are a ton of chessfics. Well off to the next one.
1435465That is my new favorite video in the entire internet. i would hump you if you were here now.
1:28 AM, Monday tommorrow.
Two options: Sleep, or read ponies.
BITCH, PLEASE.
I just realized today, that the explanation for his spell experiment, or the idea behind it, is quite similar to the Yamato cannon from Starcraft. (Which is a nuclear explosion constrained by ?Magnetic? Fields, and directed in a particular direction)
He's going to be satisfied once he gets to either ramex or rumpo.
The gems with stored magic in Grif's wing remind me of the belt Eragon wears in his book... Eragon... I approve.