"Holy Celestia! This thing's heavy!"
"Of course it is you idiot! It's pure gold! And keep your voice down!"
The sounds of something heavy being lifted along with quiet grunts of exertion and the creaking of metal echoed silently in the night. Then there were several voices panting before a male voice said, "Alright, it's ready. Let's get this thing back to camp." Silently, three figures appeared from the smallest tent in the small camp that Celedon and co. had set up.
Unknown to the burglars, four pairs of eyes were watching them. Three devious grins showed up underneath three of those pair of eyes, while the pair of brown eyes simply had a smirk under them.
Back at the main camp of the highwaymen, everyone had surrounded the 'statue.'
"Wow. If I didn't know better, I'd say that thing was asleep!"
"She's pretty."
"It's a statue you dolt!"
"Why did someone make a statue of someone sleeping?"
"It's called art for a reason. There is no reason to art."
"Everyone, quiet!"
A tall man with a long red cloak around his neck strode out of a large tent. His eyes were gold and his medium length hair was two different colors, red and blue.
"So, Penny Pincher, how much do you think its worth?" The man's voice was relatively average, though there was an underlying current of confidence in his tone.
"Boss, I'd say it's worth at least five million, if not more." A thin man with a glowing orange aura covering his hands spoke. He was staring down at something that looked like a screen, with words and numbers floating across it.
"If you say more, I expect more. This was a risky operation." The man with the cloak stepped forward and gazed upon the beauty of the 'statue.'
"I understand that, but we got what we wanted." The thin man looked up at the larger of the two, wire-rimmed glasses perched on a young but intelligent looking face. His eyes were the same color as his aura, orange. His short hair was a light red.
"And we need to get moving," the cloaked man started. "Everyone, I need you to get everything ready for another move, because at first light tomorrow, we never stayed here."
A chorus of agreements rang out from the assembled thieves and they scattered. At a signal from 'Boss,' four large men hoisted the 'statue' up on their shoulders, a flat plate of metal keeping it from moving too much while riding their shoulders. After they had set it down, they left the tent, leaving the Boss with the statue.
Why do I have a feeling that this was a very bad idea...? the Boss thought. He lightly shook his head before he laid down on his bed.
Ugh, why do I feel like I'm lying on a metal plate? I thought as I rose from my bed. Before, I had laid down on a heavy-duty cot capable of sustaining my weight through enchantments. I looked at my cot and saw that I was, indeed, lying on a metal plate.
Ok, what the heck.
I stood up and stretched before turning around to look behind me. Then I saw a tall man sleeping on a large cot, lightly snoring. All around him and inside the tent were many, many treasures of various make, material, and size. Instead of gears turning in my head, I felt wires heating up and electricity zipping around in my brain as I figured out what had happened. I then, lightly, brought my hand to my forehead and shook my head.
Either C Squad didn't catch these guys, which I doubt, or they let them have me so they could watch me break out.
Then a thought occurred to me. If they had thought I was statue, then...
A malicious grin came over my face.
Well, people have been calling me "Angel" a couple times. Just have to add the "Weeping" part to get something terrifying.
Slowly and silently, I crept over to the tall man's sleeping place. Just as I was about half way there, I heard him stir and stood stock still. He didn't go back to sleep, so I held my hands over my face, head down, and stood straight.
"What the...why am I-WHOA!" I heard. Through a crack between my fingers, I saw the man leaning away from me on his bed. He then shook his head before laying back down to sleep.
I grinned again. All too easy...
I stepped forward again, quickly. He rolled over again and opened his eyes. I was still in the 'pose' of a Weeping Angel.
"Holy..." He started. Then he narrowed his eyes at me before shaking his head again and saying, "Must've been something in the mead. Yeah, that's it..."
I'll admit it, I giggled a little.
He jerked his eyes back to me. I could practically see him straining to hear another sound. With his eyes still on me, he laid back down to sleep. He kept one eye on me for about a minute, blinking rarely. Then he relaxed and closed his other eye.
Alright, time to play.
I got up nice and close to his face before I whispered, "Boo." Right before I said that, I felt some vibrations in my chest, and as I breathed out, a greenish gas came with it. The man's eyes shot open and he started to scream, before the gas took its apparent effect and knocked him out cold.
Huh, so I have tranquilizer breath. That must have been what those pumps connected to that empty chamber were for.
I straightened up and turned around, listening for any noise of footsteps coming to look into the large tent. Unfortunately, nothing came to check on the man.
I stalked outside the tent, watching for sentinels in the night. There was a slowly dying fire in the center of a ring of a half-dozen tents. Snores came in different volumes from different tents. I chose the one directly to the right of the one I came out of, and crept inside.
Ugh, these guys need to take a bath.
Inside were at least eight men of varying sizes, all of whom were sleeping soundly. The one directly in front of me did stir a little, probably from the light I was letting into the tent.
"Urgh...turn out the lamp..." a voice to my left said.
I assumed the pose and turned to where I heard the voice. Between my fingers, a man with dark blue wings was slowly waking up because of the shine that my entire body put into the tent.
"Come on, I said-WHAT THE?!" He started to say something before noticing me standing in the entrance. "Guys! Guys, wake up!" he shouted, trying to rouse his tent-mates.
"Wolf, go back to sleep..." a voice to my right whispered.
"They can't help you," I covered his voice with my own.
"What are you?!" He was hysterical now. The others were waking up.
"I'm your worst nightmare!" the shining angel said, eyes blazing red. Her voice was like a signal that sent fear down every single spine present. She then spread her wings slowly before metal slid against metal and her feathers locked together. Now her wings were single edged blades of terror.
I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'MGONNADIE!!!!!!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" the man screamed. The angel then flapped her wings, blowing the tent and the men inside away with the gusts. The whole camp had woken by now, except for the Boss obviously. She swooped down and tried to grab at one of them, to further scare the camp.
"Hahahahahahaha! You're all going to die!" The voice in the sky, coming from the flying angel that blasted everything away with her wings, terrifying everyone in the camp. It was utter chaos as tents and equipment was sent flying, men were forced to the ground, and all the while the angel was taunting them.
"Come on! Show me that you've got some backbone!
This is too much fun! I thought as I flew above the now flaming camp. One of the tents must have rolled onto the fire. Of course, my wings weren't helping put it out, rather they were just weak enough to spread the flames. I was laughing madly now.
Run! Run for your lives! RUN YOU PATHETIC PIECES OF MEAT!" I screamed into the air.
What the... I stopped flying and hovered, still blowing everything underneath me away and adding further to the chaos below.
I've never said anything like that before. The words that had come from my mouth were not my own. I decided that for now, it would be best to leave them.
Still, I had an act to keep up.
"Be glad that I am sparing your lives! But I will not be so merciful if I find out that you have returned to your lives of crime! Scatter, and never return!" I roared.
And scatter they did.
As they were doing so, four familiar faces showed up from the surrounding forest. I hadn't even noticed them from my place in the air. I dropped to the earth, not wanting to blow them back with my wing beats. Of course, doing so caused a massive crater to appear underneath me and a dust cloud to spring up from the impact. After walking through the dust cloud, I met up with C Squad.
"Hey guys, how's it going?”
So Sebastian works for Celestia to screw with her every now and then? You know, I would believe that. Plus, it's probably a nice break for him, between scheming, plotting, and planning ways to gather souls that is entertaining to him. Just being a hell of a butler instead of all of that is probably his usual vacation plan. Then again, it's Sebastian.
6136539 YES! Someone got my slightly-accidental-but-totally-recognizable reference!
(Honestly I was just going to have a normal butler but then I was reminded of Bassy)
You gets a cookie! (:::)
6136544 Kinda hard not to when it's freaking Sebastian Michaelis serving his usual quality of work. Then again, I imagine there aren't many things that can be done to improve on the quality of a nearly orgasm inducing meal like gold for Celedon. That actually raises a question that I don't think any one in story wants to actually find out. Can Celedon orgasm, or does she simply not possess adequate nerve like endings to experience it?
6136581 She does not have nerves, period. She is a whole mess of wires and highly advanced technology. The golden sphere that is her consciousness (chapter 16), is hyper enchanted so that the technobabble that the wires recieve and send are translated into something familiar. Buuuuuuut, if this were a story written for a slightly older audience, yes, I would have included something like that. Granted, it would be just a feeling, not an actual biological reaction.
Also, I just came up with that on the spot, but it's believable enough to be canon, so it is.
6136608 Plus, your the author, so your head canon is literally canon. And now I am wondering what would be needed to induce an orgasm in a nearly solid gold statue... The Internet is weird.
6136631 Probably some form of electric/heating pulses straight to the electrical system, translated into pleasure for the benefit of the controlling consciousness.
6136637 What did I just walk in on?
6136637 I was thinking more along the lines of inducing harmonic resonance considering Celedon's nature. Then again, if you managed to combine the resonance with the comparatively gentle warmth... After all, gold still has a metals heating rate, and if you hit just the right frequency of taps...
6136652 A discussion about the intricacies of a sentient statue of gold with technological organ analogues. Specifically, the endocrine/hormonal system and how it would work.
Again,
6136656 Actually, Celedons (the actual species) are immune to the negative effects of heat. That's why her stomach doesn't melt in the gold-melting-temperatures that the furnace inside her needs to reach in order to 'digest' the gold. However, adding harmonic resonance and vibrations...hmmm, an interesting line of thought. So a theoretical device to
(hold up, taking a minute to laugh at the absurdity that has become this conversation)
induce a technological 'orgasm' would include, but is not limited to, light electrical stimulation, heating elements to provide the sensation of relaxation and body temperature, and vibrations (possibly through the whole system or concentrated in one place).
...
Excuse me while I go do a quadruple take at my own comment. Again, again,
6136674 Like I said, the internet is weird.
6136683 Oh boy, I just thought of something else.
If the system has no limiter to induce the actual 'climax,' then the subject would most likely short out due to constantly increasing stimulation, leading to a total shut-down and reboot. Of course, the consciousness would still be alive, but none of the senses would be operational[1]. Depending on the damage, the reactivation could take seconds to days, possibly weeks if the consciousness deliberately stops the shut-down procedures.
[1]This is different from sleep, as a very specific pattern of electrical signals will lull the consciousness into a state of unconsciousness, another analogue for a biological function. Of course, the subject does not actually need to sleep, and I'm going to stop talking like a scientist now.
Yeah, that's the kind of thing I would've done, too.
I'm going to say something, and it might be slightly disheartening.
This is a good story - no that's not the thing, but still - a really good story for fanficiton, however, I have a question.
If you made this happen in any other place but Equestria, with the same characters only with different names, would anything really change?
I suppose some of the "prophesisation" parts, like knowing about the changelings etc, for stories like this might change, but overall, I feel as though this could have happened in any other world and it would have been just as good if not better.
Other than that, great work, I like it tons.
6138202 i was just copying the first guy but i know that phrase is a black butler reference a butler who is actually a demon whos name is sebastion its a great anime
'6138159 I don't understand what you mean by 'other world.' If your talking about a completely different universe, like the original with actual ponies, then several things would have changed, like the reactions from the Princesses and other things. A little clarifications would be nice here, as I don't actually get it.
6138201
HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT WALTER?!
But no, the people in the comments got it right with Sebastian.
6138202 BECAUSE REASONS!!!
6138370 what I mean is that you could place this in *any* other world, I'm not saying you should, just that the narrative itself could be fit into basically any other world.
To be honest that's my opinion on most Displaced fics, though, I just think it applies more here because of the fact that they're all humanoids/Mers. I mean, there's no canon Mermaid place, at least not yet, so that could be happening on any other world.
again, not saying what you're doing is wrong, just saying that I think this could make for a great fiction just by itself, without Equestria just as well written as with Equestria, if not better - I mean, imagine how many things you could create by making your own world?
I suppose the downside to that is that you won't have an already established ruleset to base your story off of, nor would you be able to post in fanfic pages but again, that's just my opinion - it's nothing to say your story is good or not (and it is *good*)
I enjoy reading this, and I hope you make more great chapters.
6138820 Ah, that's what I was thinking you were saying, but I couldn't be too sure.
Of course, the thing with original fiction with a story like this would require a known human dropping into an unknown universe (oh crap, Displaced original fiction, that would be something) and getting the reader to read all the backstory and world-building that having an original universe would require.
Annnnnd I just thought about what the Displaced actually are. Multiversal travelers. Which means they can practically go to literally any universe in the infinite omniverse, so technically, any void-walker could transport their Displaced to any universe of their making/access.
Also, thanks for the compliment, and I hope you keep enjoying this story.
6138857 Exactly! you're getting what I mean? It's a little odd that literally *every* displaced is ending up in Equestria, isn't it? I mean...
I actually saw some hints at other universes in other's fics, and I sort of am hoping that I'll see someone delve into that factor and sort of create their own displaced that, while they are side or background characters, show that it's not literally just Equestria, or Equestria with other dimensional things like Warhammer or Starcraft - characters which aren't the main character, but meet the main character from afar, and aren't a crossover, and aren't in Equestria.
I'd really love to see a displaced going "Equestria? the fuck? Wow, the Merchant's got some low standards these days."
On that note, Celedon. Hephaistos. just sayin'
6139182 Well...a little teaser from my side.
Multiples, in the same dimension, ordered by our very own Void-coat, to halt an invasion of the...Mephistophelean, kind. Then again, that's the fifth in the series, after the second one I have planned, a third crossing two over, a fourth to introduce, and the fifth. After that, I don't have any plans...for now.
I love being cryptic.
6139447 The contest allows no magic to enhance the abilities of those entering. There's plenty of magic in the actual kingdom, such as enchanted castles to withstand the erosion effects of salt water endlessly running through them.
So, the kingdom allows magic users and even has their own brand of sorcerers and mages. It's just the Ocean's Call that requires pure natural talent.
Then again, sometimes things try to find a way around the law...
6139468
Like potions?
It's not magic.
Or sabotage with said potions like a vocal canceling poison that slowly erodes the voice every time a person uses thier vocals. Usually intede for kidnappings, because when the person screams it ruins thier vocal cords instantly making them mute.
(Bam, just thought of a potion that doesn't, but should, exist)
6139554 ...
My, my, my, now there's an idea...
And a lovely one at that...Outside sabotage...Hmmmm, yes, an excellent idea.
You'll get credit for it.
Used steel twice when describing how there armor looks and used expression permission insted of express permission in previous chapter, should have commented on it then but I got a bit caught up in the story!
6140210 Where's the bits with steel? I got the express permission one, can't find the other. Thanks for picking up on those errors!
Pathetic pieces of meat.... And noticing it's different... yeah, that's foreshadowing...
6139567 I heard that last comment in a very strange voice...
"Hehehehehe, I love being sadistic.
Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there! Just forget what you just read...if you know what's good for you.
*shing!*"
Don't threaten me with a good time! *chuck chuck*