Unless they are in orbit, in the exact place it appears, when I pull it here or standing a few hundred feet in the air, and doesn't move out of the way, when it descends, it shouldn't hurt anypony.
"I know a mare in Ponyville who's been looking for a home for some ducks," Nightshade said. "I'll talk to her in the morning." *********************************************************************************************************************** The carriage soon arrived and carried the group to the bar without incident.
Dusty shrugged. "Go for it." Asmo walked inside the bar. "He's dead! Hehehe." ~~~~~~~~~~ "Sweet," Raven said, "I just nuked my house and got away with it, then had a duck pond made."
"Yes," Future Nightshade replied as she walked into the bar with Cricket, "he is." ******************************************************************** "Well, there'll probably be some consequences in the long run," Present Nightshade responded, "But that's Future Me's problem. We should probably tell Az what happened, though."
Dusty looked up at her. "You're not back to your time yet?" ~~~~~~~~~~ Raven tilted her head. "Future... me?"
Nightshade shrugged. "You know, me, but in the future? It's just my way of saying I'll deal with it when the time comes. It's not like there's some weird future version of me running around." ***************************************************************** Meanwhile, the weird future version of Nightshade shook her head. "Not yet. There's still a lot to do."
"Hon," Raven replied, "I'll take your word for it, but that's pretty specific." ~~~~~~~~~~ Dusty groaned. "Ponies... I'm only one pony."
The door opens, and it's Mat, covered in wounds... He takes a step inside the bar, and instantly topples over on his face.
Mat looked at Dusty, "... Note to self... seeing lightspeed movements does... not necessarily help... your reaction time. Sorry Dusty."
Nightshade, who wasn't aware that a future version of herself was running around, shrugged. "Meh. Anyway, let's head back to the bar and let Az know what we did to his old house." ********************************************************************** "As am I," Future Nightshade replied. "But I've seen a lot recently. Would you like to know what was accomplished tonight?"
"... I wasn't going to ask you to heal me, honest... I was just looking for a place to lay down in." He sits up, giving a light cough, "... Maybe you need a break, Dusty?"
Raven blinked a few times in surprise. "Wait, who?!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I will get a break tomorrow. Spend the day with my wife and foal. And yes, Nightshade, that sounds interesting."
Nightshade chuckled as she headed out the door. "When I was checking the property records this morning, I found out that back when Azrael was alive, he lived in that same house. Weird, huh?" *************************************************** Future Nightshade grinned. "Oh, you did a lot. By killing the Baltimare's criminal kingpin, you've thrown the underworld of that city into disarray. In the coming months, the city's crime rate will skyrocket as dozens of upstarts and wannabes fight to take his place. This will be made much worse as nearly half of the police department will find themselves facing corruption charges. Racket kept very detailed records of his bribes and gifts to the department, and his safe survived the fire. Eventually, a private security force operated by Black Forge will take over the police department. At the same time, several of Blackheart's most trusted partners will begin taking over the Baltimare underground. In two years time, nearly all legal and illegal activity in Baltimare will be controlled by Blackheart and his company. You succesfully saved Blackout's life. I'm glad you did. He's going to get to see his daughter grow up, and eventually become the Equestrian ambassador to the Hive. In her lifetime, she'll see the end of a millenia-old war between ponies and Changelings... or she would, had you not been seen. She shook her head sadly. "You made one mistake. The maid that survived saw your Changeling form. In two days, when she's recovered from the shock of what happened, she's going to tell the investigators about how an evil Changeling summoned a horrible monster to murder her boss. What really happened doesn't matter. That's going to be the official story. It will, of course, create a panic, and all of the recent progress that Changelings have made with ponies will be effectively erased. That hate and mistrust will spread and grow, as it so often does, and eventually no Changeling will ever be safe among ponies." Cricket's eyes narrowed. "Two days? So we can..." "Yes. You can stop her from telling her story. The how is up to you."
