(Realizing he forget to transfer the shielding from the old design to the new, climbs the ladder back to his ship and racing through the ship's many amenities, to end up in the engine room where he writes his shielding systems back into the ship. All of this takes about 30 minutes according to what the Timestrider whispers to him after appearing next to Architect before vanishing. Architect however rushes to the control room, and activates his new shielding systems, barring any intrusion on his ship, so he can have a few moments to make sure everything is in order.)
Cannonball shrugged. "I don't think it works like that. Navaja, right? Aren't you the assassin who took down Crooked Arrow?" Nightshade arched an eyebrow. "That was you? Good job. Never liked that guy. Only got into the Night Guard because Blue Blood owed his uncle a favor."
Nightshade laughed. "Good. I was a little disappointed back then, honestly. My dad was mad he was gonna let ME do the kill. Princess said no. Said she wanted it quick and clean. Seemed to think my methods were too 'ghastly and horrible.'"
(Wondering if any pony would notice that he had flown an extremely large ship right into the middle of the sky, but judging from the time, it would probably be a while before that happened, so he takes his time walking through his ship to the onboard movie theater, and beginning to watch a movie)
"Well, I split him up the middle, if you ever saw the carcass. Not intentionally. Simply instinct." He shrugged. "It was quick, if not clean."
Asmo reentered the bar in the morning, wearing a grey suit and shades. After checking to make sure no overnight ponies stole anything, he took his spot by the door.
Windsor, who hadn't left, prepped for the day, then flipped the sign to 'Open.' *********************************************************************** Nightshade nodded. "Bisection is still a lot nicer than what I was going to do. But let's go meet the rest of the crew."
Asmo waved to the sentiment stool. "Morning, co-worker!" ~~~~~~~~~~ Azrael nodded. "We should. Best know the ponies we'll be risking our lives with."
The next crew member they met was a surly old Earth Pony named Quick Fix, who Nightshade knew from Ponyville. A retired handypony with a reputation for being able to fix almost anything, he'd been hired to keep the airship operational. After meeting Quick, the the trio was approached by a small Pegasus filly dragging a burlap sack larger than she was.
Midnight teleported herself outside the bar and walked in, alone. Midnight stared at him, and blinked her filly eyes at him "Me, Thirsty" she remarked, continuing to stare at him.
Asmo opened a large, reptilian eye on the wall and stared back at Midnight with it. "What?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Azrael tilted his head. "What, is this the commander's child?" "Remember what happened the last time you underestimated a small pony?" Navaja asked. "Skydust happened. I did my homework."
The filly laughed, revealing a small set of fangs. "Azrael, please. I'm older than the three of you put together."
Azrael groaned. "Of course you are." He had learned from those two not to doubt the age claimed by a young pony. "Alright. I will bite. How old?"
"It is impolite to ask a lady her age," the vampire snapped. Nightshade snorted. "Rose Thorn is over two hundred years old. What I'm wondering is why a poisoner like you is here." "Because I have a master's degree in botany. Why else?"
