"I intend to throw the blades into the heart of a distant star," Silver said. "According to Moonshine, the mare who forged the blades, this will destroy the blades and the star, and scatter the energy to the far ends of the cosmos. The term she used was 'supernova.'" ************************************************************************************************* Nightshade nodded. "Yeah. Let's see if we can't dig Windsor out while we're at it. Poor guy's probably feeling pretty rough with the bar falling down."
C: Another good idea, but with one of the exact same risks as the black hole to quasar idea. If a civilization harnessed the supernova, or even its remnants...it can become quite advanced, or add to its power that it already has. But, there are ways around that, which is one of the reasons why we are going to accompany you.
Raven sighed. "Nightshade... I have bad news. Windsor died. A really strong wraith got into the bar and killed him." ~~~~~~~ Azrael nodded. "Then we only need do it where no life exists."
Nightshade sighed. "Dammit. I guess we'll need to find another bar stool, too. I'm sure at least one must have survived." ***************************************************** Silver shrugged. "Very well then. You may tag along if you wish. But I will retain custody of the blades until they are destroyed." ************************************************************* Rick, who had "helped" by firing his laser randomly into the air a few dozen times, walked up to Maya, carrying one of Aphopis' rubies and a bottle of top shelf whiskey. "Shame about your *urp* bar. Me and Jar Jar are gonna get out of here. Well, unless you know that Celestia chick's number. She was hot." Morty looked at his grandfather in horror. "That's disgusting, Rick! She's a horse!" "She's sapient, you specist little prick. It's *burp* fine. Besides, you think I don't remember that cat girl you were making goo goo eyes at on the purge planet?"
Maya raised an eyebrow at Rick. "Eh. Yeah. See that bat pony over there, Silver? He has it, dude, go ask him." ~~~~~~~~ Raven nodded. "Yeah, guess we will... Well, let's go start looking, I guess."
C: (Standing around, idling as they wait for Silver to do what he needs to prepare) We are ready whenever you wish to leave, Silver.
-EARTH (C-137B)- -FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER- "He ate my f**king hand, Morty! He f**king ATE it!" "You can make a new one, right Rick? Like, do some kinda thing with lizard DNA or something so you grow another one?" "Okay, first of all, that's stupid. This is real life, not Spider-Man. Second of all, of course I can. I have like half a dozen clone hands up in the freezer. Third of all, HE ATE MY F**KING HAND!!!" ********************************************************************************* After taking a moment to deal with the impertinent old human, Silver answered the Council. "Tomorrow morning. I need time to get some affairs in order." **************************************************************************** Nightshade managed to find a few bottles of healing potion, as well as a bottle of decent red wine. She was having trouble finding a new body for Windsor, though. "He doesn't have to be the same, you know. Maybe we should find him a different body? What do you think?"
"The barstool kinda had a more novel feel," Raven admitted. "But if we can't use one... hey, what if we got that science human to make him a robot body?"
Nightshade glanced over to the two humans, who were fleeing through some sort of portal. The older one appeared to be missing a hand. "This seems like a bad time. I suppose we could just try to fix one of these broken ones with magic."
"We could. You see any in less than fifteen pieces? Or we could also, like, wait, get one from the store later."
Nightshade shook her head, spotting what looked to be a relatively intact stool. "Wouldn't work. It's gotta be something from the bar itself, or it won't have the location memories." She shoved aside a broken beam and pulled out most of a barstool, minus a leg and a bit of paint. "Close enough."
C: Fine. (in a somewhat quieter and seemingly darker tone) Vanshio. *With that, the Council vanished in a small cloud of shadow*
Raven nodded, tapping her chin. "That'll work alright." She rummaged through some piles of broken roof and pulled out a spare stool leg. ~~~~~~~~~ "Alright, well, I'm going to call Cain, he can help me lay to rest the loose sou-" Az stopped topping, looking down, ears drooping to the side. "Oh..."
Selena: (Flying down and, after tearing a chunk out of it, throwing it down the hole through the planet.) *Both the chunk that was ripped out, and the guitar burned away leaving small charred pieces of paper*
Nightshade jammed the leg into place. "Close enough." Her eyes glowed, and the stool began to twitch. Before long, it was walking slowly, with a noticeable limp, through the ruins of the bar. "Welcome back, little buddy. Sorry you're so messed up. I promise we'll get you fixed soon." ***************************************************************************************** The Night Guard had taken heavy losses. It would take several years to get back to full strength. Silver looked at Nightshade. Despite the brat prince's insistence, she had never actually been discharged from the Guard. Officially, she was on an indefinite leave of absence. Perhaps it was time for her to come back. "Nightshade. When you are finished here, please meet me at home. There are things we must discuss." Picking up Holly, he flew toward his mansion. There was much to be done, and very little time. ******************************************************************************************** Daisy wandered over, searching intently. "Has anypony seen my sword?"
*The warship arrived, and starting scanning the area, before a voice issued over loudspeakers on the ship.* V: "Is every entity that exhibits consciousness and or sentience uninjured or at least alive?"
Raven smiled at Windsor. "Hey, welcome home. It's a liiiittle messed up now, but we'll get it repaired." ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Haven't seen it." Maya made her way over to Dusty and laid down next to him.
Selena: (moving around and destroying the surviving constructs that were from her notebook, excluding the stuff that Maya had made, because as far as Selena knew, Maya had not made anything.)
Blackheart had teleported back in shortly after Belial's defeat, but had hung back to avoid Silver. Now that Silver was gone, he had something he needed to discuss with Raven. "Excuse me, young mare, but do you have a moment?"
