Innavedr

by Imploding Colon

Another Bad Feeling

With a gasp, Pilate jumped onto the street's floor, nearly tripping off the platform of shattered steel as it landed. Ebon steadied him and forced the two into a swift gallop, following the body of Floydien and his little furry companion.

"Mr. Floydien! Wh-where'd you go?!"

"Around the street corner," Pilate muttered between panting breaths. The noises of the city overwhelmed his twitching ears. "I can sense him... barely..."

"Gosh dang it... we gotta put bells on his flank or something. Floydien!" Ebon swung himself and Pilate around the street corner and shouted, "We gotta stay together—Whoacrap!" He forced himself and Pilate to duck as the splintery frame of a merchant vendor crashed off the wall just inches above them.

"The next stabby stabby who makes ugly ugly at Floydien will get to digest concrete!" Floydien hissed. Bodies of frightened citizens ran off in every direction. "This far from glimmer hole Floydien has not crawled to become an attraction of sideways showing!"

"Floydien! Rein in Simon, will ya?!" Ebon shouted. "Between you and the little nut-grabber, this place is going to fall apart!"

"Good for those who stand with those! Let them dissolve in the spit!"

"Nancy Jane, Floydien!" Pilate suddenly grunted. "Nancy Jane!"

Floydien jolted, flinched, then sighed. "Simon, it bring great benefit to Floydien and boomer friends if you brought great holes to the sewer."

"Huh?!" Ebon Mane stammered.

"I believe he's aware of the underground chambers beneath this maretropolis," Pilate said.

"Yeah, but Props and Clark are blocks away from us by now... in a concealed corridor of all places! How in the heck are we gonna get to them?!"

"Between Simon, Floydien, my manasphere, and Props' assistance, I'm quite certain we can come up with... a.... solution..." Pilate's words trailed off.

Ebon pivoted towards him, worrisomely. "What is it?"

Pilate gulped. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now." O.A.S.I.S. fluctured faster and faster, causing the zebra to wince from aching pulses to the skull. "Nnnng... Floydien! Please... we must make haste...!"

"I don't get it... What's..." Ebon tilted his head up, gasping.

Pilate spoke through a grimace. "No doubt you see the enforcers descending upon us..."

"Floydien! Move! Hurry! Start blasting holes and such!"

"The such that you desire is up to Simon and such!" Floydien growled back. "Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

"A what?!"

"Mixed spit. Floydien apologizes. Forwith, Simon of thunder paws!"

There were three long barks... and then...

The buildingfronts rang with thunder. Several plates of glass cracked and shattered from the enormous wave of noise. As the chaos cleared, Pilate sensed a gaping hole in the street, leading to a hollow passage about thirty feet below. It was large enough for three equines to slip through.

"Well, that works..." Ebon gulped. "Doesn't it?"

"Floydien's antlers would prefer otherwise, but if it suits boomers, it suits Floydien." Simon's body scurried down the hole, meanwhile Floydien gestured with a cloven hoof. "Hurry! Striped one and sailor one!"

Pilate looked confused as Ebon led him to the hole. "'Sailor' one?"

A groaning voice replied. "You obviously can't see my cutie mark."

"Er..."

"It's a long story. Hop to it!" Ebon bucked Pilate in the flank.

"Gaaah!" Pilate fell, twirled, toppeled, and landed in a splashing bath of sewer water. He bobbed up to the surface, sputtering and wincing. He heard a falling shout, then felt the body of Ebon crashing beside him. Simon chirped, clinging to the curved corridor's wall beside them. "Sppkkt... mmmffgh... Fl-Floydien!" Pilate tilted his head up and shouted up the vertical shaft made by Simon's telekinesis. "Hurry down! Quick!"

"Floydien will do better than that! Floydien will make the hole stab-proof as Floydien descends!"

"Sure! Whatever! Just come on down!" Ebon yelled.

"Eeeyugh! It stinks down there!" Props' voice said.

"Yes, well, desperate times call for desperate—" Pilate stopped, and both he and Ebon paused to gawk at the sound stone pinned beneath his choker.

Comments

[joe mother]

for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

Floydien, you magnificent genius.

[Jake The Army Guy]

That seals it. Props is Pinkie reincarnated.

What? Yeah, I know Pinkie died like a year or so ago.....
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Fifty push-ups, ):(! Knock 'em out!

[Valrek777]

There were three long barks... and then...
The buildingfronts rang with thunder.

Simon is Dragonborn apparently

[zaponator]

PropsxFloydien OTP!
On second thought, I'm not sure if the world could handle that...

[RoboRed]

"The next stabby stabby who makes ugly ugly at Floydien will get to digest concrete!"

And here I sit, cracking up. God, I love Floydien's battle cries.

[Honeytiger]

Dafuq is a marehole?
...

[TheAspiringWriter93]

2844525
You wanna know how Einstein came up with the formula for the atomic bomb? A shipping pair like that. DON'T. EVER. DO THAT. AGAIN.

[TheAspiringWriter93]

2844523
SQUEEEEEAK.... ROH DAH!!!!!

[Personifire]

"Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

"Eeeyugh! It stinks down there!" Props' voice said.

How do you smell through a sound stone?

[Lightning Bearer]

Props is gonna Props, I reckon.

"Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

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[Moonlight Melodies]

enormous wave of noise

IC, Bro... EXPLOSION. That's all I need, excessive explosions for no reason.

[Nevlamas]

"Mixed spit. Floydien apologizes. Forwith, Simon of thunder paws!"

I didn't think he'd have that much tact.

Simon's body scurried down the hole, meanwhile Floydien gestured with a cloven hoof.

I thought Pilate was the narrator figure in these arcs? How come he sees the motion instead of sensing it?

[MellowMabari]

"Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

If that's what Floydien thinks a "marehole" is, I'm not surprised that he got together with an airship.

Plot twist! Props is actually one of Pinkie's clones from the Mirror Pool that managed to escape. She fled East of Equestria using her Pinkie inherited powers of plot-relevant teleportation, and has been wreaking randomness abroad as a kooky mechanic ever since.

[Riverwing]

2883377
Makes perfect sense!

Judging by Ebon's reaction, that was odd even for PropS' standards.

[tailspin]

2883377
Too bad the Mirror Pool was is in season 3 and this fic is placed at the beginning of season 2, but Cool thought though, and I bet pinkie doesn't care that it's in the the next season and made it happen just because she could

[dashie76]

IIIIIt's Dashie's evaluation time!

I find it interesting that Imploding went out of his way to describe Ebon as a sailor pony.  It may come back later...Also, does Floydien's character seem...exaggerated to anyone else?  Kind of like Dash when she woke up in Eljunbyro.  These are my thoughts so far. 

-MASH

[Super Trampoline]

Gosh, I love Floyden's words.

[Silver Flare]

And with one line, Props steals the entire chapter. <3

[whizzball1]

Props, what.

-SPirit

[JustAnotherTimeLord]

Props has otherworldly abilities. One being scent.

[Zecoro]

a marehole.....huehuehuehue

[Regidar]

Props was a superheroine, but due to her only ability being able to smell things through mana devices, she had to find another line of work fairly quickly.

[Shads]

"Hurry! Striped one and sailor one!"

Pilate looked confused as Ebon led him to the hole. "'Sailor' one?"

A groaning voice replied. "You obviously can't see my cutie mark."

Waaaait...

A cook that knows how to fight with a cutie mark relating to sailing...

Is Ebon Mane a pony Sanji?

[Hazard]

Mixed spit!

[Stormbreak]

"Gosh dang it... we gotta put bells on his flank or something.

Now we know why reindeer wear bells.

[CrystalWaters]

"The such that you desire is up to Simon and such!" Floydien growled back. "Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

"A what?!"

What?

What?

Ooooh.

Heh, very witty Imploding.

"Eeeyugh! It stinks down there!" Props' voice said.

"Yes, well, desperate times call for desperate—" Pilate stopped, and both he and Ebon paused to gawk at the sound stone pinned beneath his choker.

Wait, Props can smell through the sound stone?
That- Why would?

[Naterdoo]

A groaning voice replied. "You obviously can't see my cutie mark."

Oh? Mention of a cutie mark? Must be an important character.

[Prism Break]

"Eeeyugh! It stinks down there!" Props' voice said.

[FOXTrot2]

"The such that you desire is up to Simon and such!" Floydien growled back. "Fear not, boomers, for I do believe we have struck ourselves a marehole!"

XD dear gawd, the way he phrased that...

[Tim the Planes-pony]

"Eeeyugh! It stinks down there!" Props' voice said.

"Yes, well, desperate times call for desperate—" Pilate stopped, and both he and Ebon paused to gawk at the sound stone pinned beneath his choker.

Don't question the Pinkie Pie, I mean Propsie Pie

09/04/2019
16:09 UTC