No No No
Ebon Mane's labored breaths came to a wheezing stop just as the two stallions' hooves did. Pilate stood before a panel in the wall, against the foundation of which Simon stood, clawing against the metal surface with his pointed paws. The rodent let out several sharp chirps and tilted its head up at the zebra.
"I think this may be it," Pilate murmured.
"Where th-they're keeping Floydien?" Ebon asked. He gulped and stammered, "I'd try opening the door if I could see something."
"Well, why don't you try the hooflatch to the right, ya dolt colt?!"
"Gaaaa!" Ebon jumped back, nearly plowing over Pilate. "Fuuuuuu—oh, for the love of oats, it's you, Props."
Energy emanated from a sound stone embedded just to the side of the doorframe. "Heehee! Hiya! Call me Bernice the Building! I wanna be your friend!"
"Props, save it. We're right in front of the brig and we gotta get through. Can you—I dunno—open the door locks or something?"
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe..."
Ebon's voice took on the hint of a gowling turn. "Propsyyyy..."
"You gotta clasp the hooflatch so I can get access to the door! Don't ask why, it's sort of a mana translocation alley-oop thingy."
"Yes, well, I'm blind as a bat," Ebon muttered. His head pivoted aside. "Pilate?"
"Right here, Mr. Mane," Pilate said, on the other side of the stallion and making him jump. He reached forward to where he sensed the lever within the metal frame. "I do believe I have this."
"Props, can we expect any ponies on the other side?"
"Jee, I hope not. That would really stink. Ready?"
Pilate sighed and put on an awkward smile. "As ever..."
"Whatever's on the other side, I'll handle it," Ebon said. "You just stay here by the door."
"Whatever you say, Sir Cook." Pilate pulled at the hooflatch. "Alright! We got it on our end!"
"Now's as good a time as ever, Propsy!" Ebon exclaimed.
"Yupper-doodle-loo!" As the sound stone echoed those syllables, a mechanical whirring could be heard through the frame. After ten seconds, the door panel opened to even thicker darkness.
Ebon leaned back and forth, stirring nervously. Even Simon was still as stone. After about twenty seconds, Ebon turned towards Pilate. "You sense anything?"
"Uhm..." Pilate began.
"Who goes there?!" A voice shouted in mix anger and fright from several feet in front of them. "Identify yourselves!"
"We're... uh... we're from... uhm... Team Yellow! Yeah!" Ebon Mane strolled forward. "What's up, guys? Fatch sent us to check up on—"
The air sang with mana fire. Pilate winced and Ebon dove straight back out the frame in a sweating heap.
"They've got guns!" he hissed. "Lots and lots of guns! Simon!"
With a psychotic squeal, the rodent bounded in. Pilate sensed the streaking flurry of his tail, then nothing. Soon after, the sound of unloading rifles was replaced by the grunts and groans of guards. An armored body flew out of the doorframe, landing in a tangled heap against the far end of the hallway.
Ebon shouted, "The lil' guy needs our help!"
Pilate grimaced. "Really?"
"For freedom and salad mixes!" Ebon then charged into the room, carrying a fitful battlecry.
"Mr. Mane! Just—nnngh!" Pilate rushed in after him. The room opened up, and O.A.S.I.S. nearly shorted out from all of the information. Benches were spinning. Mana crystal lockboxes were shattering. Bodies were flying back and forth. Pilate felt an instant migraine, and instead of joining the fight he threw himself against a series of metal bars, leaning on it for support. As he tried to gather his wits, a series of cloven hooves reached out, slithered past the bars, and began ringing his neck. "Grkkkk!"
"Not so easy to glimmer in the dark, is it, boomer most stabby?! Floydien thinks boomer thirsts for bubbling cauldron of pain ocean!"
"Nnnnght... M-Mister... Fl-Floydien..." Pilate hissed for air as he felt sharp bands of pain ricocheting through O.A.S.I.S. "It's... it's..."
A gasp came from beyond the bars. "Striped boomer! But of course!"
The cloven hooves let go of Pilate immediately. The zebra fell, slumped against the bars. As the noise of the fight dwindled behind him, he stood up slowly, rubbing his aching throat. "How... did you know it was me?"
"Only the boomer with stripes would try to say 'Mister' while Floydien chokes him, yes yessss?"
"Oh... uhm... indubitably..." Pilate turned around, doing his best to scan across the darkness. "Simon? Ebon?"
"Floydien knows Simon, by his name as much by his glimmer." The voice came closer to the bars. "What boomer is this that answers to Ebon?"
"A friend. One of many. I found them in this building, but I didn't find Nancy Jane—Ebon?!" Pilate called out.
"Striped boomer is blind! Of course Nancy Jane isn't here! Would be a stupid decision, yes yes yes?"
"What do you mean? Just wait a minute..." Pilate shuffled across the room. "Ebon?" He sensed nothing but fallen, unconscious bodies. He scanned each of them, one at a time. "Ebon, are... are you okay?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Pilate. I'm... whew... I-I'm fine..."
Pilate gasped. He spun around, finally sensing the cook. The pony's body threaded through the darkness like a blooming flower. He had a hoof rested over his crown as his body came more clearly into focus.
"Still, though, that was one heck of a fight..."
"You're in one piece!" Pilate exclaimed, rushing over to him.
"Yes... regretfully... ugh..."
"You... you disappeared for a second there..."
"Hearing that from a bl-blind zebra makes me wanna laugh and wince all at once..."
"Are you sure that you're not hurt?"
"No, but nothing's broken. I assure you. Now where's Floydien—Whoah!" Ebon's body flailed as bushy-tailed thing scurried past his limbs.
Pilate sensed Simon scurrying through the bar and perching atop a tall figure's head. It leaned in and nuzzled the creature.
"Ah. Simon. The dust of stabby-stabby you're not. How quaint."
"Whoah... uh... hi there," Ebon suddenly stammered, facing the cell. "Floydien, I presume?"
Pilate turned towards the stallion. "You can see him?"
"Hard not to. He's kind of glowy... and pointy..."
"Floydien..." Pilate turned towards the cell. "We came to get you out. But tell me—what's this you know about Nancy Jane?"
"Glimmer thieving boomers said it all. Floydien spent all night interrogating them. Floydien knows where Nancy Jane is."
"Wait... you interrogated them?" Ebon leaned forward. "But... uh... you're the one who's behind bars."
"All better for the stabby stabby. They could have gotten hurt."
"...." Ebon turned towards Pilate. "Well, I'm sure he makes sense... to somepony."
"Floydien, where is Nancy Jane?"
"East of here, Nancy Jane lies, in giant contraption cavern most smoky where stabby stabby hide the air ships from Floydien and whose who are not Floydien, yes?"
"Huh?" Ebon slurred.
"The hangar..." Pilate murmured. "I-I think he's talking about the hangar!" He turned towards Ebon. "With all the zeppelins?"
"Hah!" Ebon's muzzle contorted, suggesting he was smiling. "Well, that's convenient!"
Simon barked, startled, as Floydien rattled against the bars. "It is most definitely not convenient for Floydien or Floydien's Nancy Jane! Severely criticize your!"
"Okay! Okay!" Ebon backed up, waving a horn. "Just stay calm, branches. We're gonna help out Nancy Jane too!"
Silence reigned, until Floydien finally muttered, "Nancy Jane is to be given back to Floydien, yes yes yes?"
"Most assuredly," Pilate said with a smile. "And then, once all seven of us are together—"
"Seven?" Ebon asked.
"Simon."
"Oh, right."
"Ahem... once the seven of us are together, we shall find a way out of here, and then we can go after my beloved."
Floydien teetered left and right, then ultimately bounced, "Splendid! A bevy of boomers who mustn't eat Floydien's glimmer! Yes yes? Best to be stepping away from the metal metal."
"Huh? Why?"
The air filled with a high pitched whine. "So that boomers don't eat Simon's glimmer either. Simon?"
Pilate gasped and shoved himself and Ebon to the ground. "Get down!"
With a loud blow, the doors to the cell blew off, filling the room with dust and chunks of metallic debris. The bars rang as they collapsed, and Floydied trotted majestically through.
"Hurry, boomers! There is no getting off the train that the boomers are on or else they would not be on the train, now would the boomers?"
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Follow the yellow brick road to Floydien's Nancy Jane!
OK!
So Nancy Jane is an airship, then. Cool.
I think you mean them not then in Wait... you interrogated then?"
"Branches".....
Soooo... Deer after all?
And radio/magicoactive going from the reactions.
We appear to be getting closer to knowing what Nancy Jane actually is.
My bet's "she" is part of what our eccentric engineers have been tinkering on
Bernice the building? well Bob's yer uncle.
And then, Nancy Jane was a zeppelin all along.
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Just thinking this. All of the speculation and concern - and then bam! Pilate and Co. are risking their lives to save an inanimate object.
I suppose airships need love too, though, and it'll - I mean she - will probably be useful at some point. I'm now shipping Floydien with Props, seeing as the position is probably open. May their randomness confound even the direst of foes into submission.
Cough. Cough.
What I would give to actually fully understand Floydien.....
I have tried to fit Floydiens voice with literally EVERY speacies introduced so far and none work.
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2829936 Zap I gave this theory like 20 chapters ago in the jury
Floydien!
Good to see he hasn't bought the farm. I can't believe I hadn't considered the possibility that Nancy Jane might be an object; either an airship, as some of you guys suggest, or some part or magical component or something. But it makes sense; Floydien doesn't seem like the most romantic fellow (deer? caribou? moose?), AND it would go with the tradition of referring to ships as female.
Also, does anyone remember where Belle and Kera were headed next? Because it would be awesome if Pilate's group and Belle's group were headed to the same place.
Oh, and Simon's one badass little squirrel.
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I think the issue is that if I understood Floydien, I'd start talking like him.
- Austraeoh, in a nutshell
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You've only increased how much I want to learn now...
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Hey, thanks!
I'm glad I manage to be entertaining. My brain can be kinda random and just throws stuff out there, and then my fingers are typing before I have the wherewithal to stop them. I didn't think anyone would pay attention to my (usually super delayed) responses to the chapters, so your comment made me grin like a loon, I'll admit.
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what I would give to know what he looks like...
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Or possibly a component of the airship. Anyone remember how the Shadows controlled their ships in Babylon 5?
"For freedom and salad mixes!". Very inspirational.
It's funny, but I fail completely to imagine Floydien gasping. I don't know why, but I guess I didn't think that he'd even be capable of being surprised.
2830170 I think once you've got the basic vocabulary figured out (glimmer = magic, boomer = pony, stabby = horned and so on) you only need to remember that he's a complete maniac who refers everything to himself and hates the Ledomartians with a passion. Either that, or I understand so little of what he says that I don't even notice that I don't.
2831397 But we do know how he looks like now! Glowy, pointy, some kind of deer? Clearly he looks exactly like this
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2830206 You tried to fit the voice with a species? You mean, you've tried to come up with a voice fitting his way of speaking and then tried to come up with a species fitting that voice?
I for one always go for the Grey Seers from Warhammer: Mark of Chaos. They sniffle, squeak, constantly butcher the English language and even tend to reduplicate. I think it works pretty well.
Floydien makes my brain tingle...
I really hope Nancy Jane ends up being some kind of blockade-runner or well-armed skiff. Something that can get the full party out of Ledomare and past Xona without many more troubles.
Of course, because that would be convenient and useful, it can't happen. This is Austraeoh - nothing ever goes right on its own.
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99.99% confirmation of reindeer status achieved. Awaiting final and full confirmation from IC. You can tell because there was a hint dropped that he had antlers, and one of the chapters in which he was was titled "nose so bright", thereby going to Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Fun fact of the day: Floydien is featured in 8 chapters.
I'm counting seven: Pilate, Props, Ebon Mane, Clark, Floydien, Simon, and Nancy Jane. Am I confused about something?
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Floydien referred to his antlers already when he first appeared:
I 'm beginning to understand Floydien fully now, grasping nearly everything he says. He is a brilliant trainwreck of a being.
2831861 Well they do have the ninja chef.
Nancy Jane is Santa!
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Whoops.
Also, try avoiding that bright yellow. Its hard to read. If you want a wider selection of colors, go here.
Hexadecimal/Decimal Colors
This yellow is a bit better. (Using color code #9B9C00, or 156Red, 156Green, 0Blue)
Actually, yellow sucks on white. Just use gold or something completely different.
I love this story. I can't wait for the next arc because this is crazy.
Yes yes yes?
I am going to take a shot in the dark and say Nancy Jane is a propulsion device or vehicle, not a pony or the like.
Dammit, Floydien is back.
... And I was just starting to enjoy everyone speaking normally. Now it's back to bloody riddle speech.
Yay, Floydien is back!
I'm a thinking that Floydien could be a crystal deer.....
IIIIIt's Dashie's evaluation time!
I actually missed Floydien's dialect. It's most amusing...Also, it was never truly confirmed what he is, though, right? He's glowing and pointy, though. I think he might be some kind of gazelle. For that matter, we don't have a clue who or what Nancy Jane is either...These are my thoughts so far.
-MASH
Well, I'm sure he makes sense... to somepony.
Floydien is actually a tree!
Though, I suppose I'm a bit behind to be making some predictions. Oh well.
I'm gonna laugh when Nancy Jane turns out to be an airship.
Also, only eleven weeks behind Dashie76. I'm catchin up!
Nancy Jane is an airship.
Now, on to save it!
Also, I missed Floydien
-Spirit
Nancy Jane is an airship... now it makes so much sense...
I had a feeling she might have been a what not a who, but I didnt think of that!
Also, the gang is now slowly getting back together. If only RD and Roarke weren't going to the completely wrong place.
Hmm, well, this is interesting turn of events.
Aw yeah, Floydian's alive and well(?)! I missed the crazy Ducky-speak fuck!
5800888 starting to think Nancy Jane Is the airship
There are no brakes on the escape train.
Think I now speak... whatever Floyd speaks
oh. nancy jane is a zeppelin. isn't it?
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I have a funny feeling about what exactly Nancy Jane is.
New mode of transportation going into the future for rainbow yes?!
I have a bad feeling about this.
In a story filled with ponies like RD and Roarke, and dragons, malevolent chaos spirits and almost literal Alicorn deities, I'm suspecting Floydien might be the most badass character.
How reassuring...
I'm trying to imagine the words "majestic" and "explosion" in the same sentence...