Twilight quickly caught the book with her magic and glared at Zephyr and then looked at all the pony's in her library and said "Well.. there is an artifact that was found but lost back in the Post-Equestrian War ara forged and its a special gem call the Pezora Grand Jewel. It's is rare and can only be found in a cavern past the forest from here, it to have been said to banish powers from an evil advisary leaving them completely rendered useless." Twilight then was attention was brought to Edge "Didn't i tell you last time, fortune telling is only a fake trick with hoff work that Ponies back in the Ponysonnce era did to make money" twilight opened her book again and then read a passage "{The Gem can only be forged with magic and light}" Nova Entered in the library and said "Twilight i found this gem."
(Feel free to push me off a cliff if you aren't accepting anymore) Name: Neon Tekkie Nickname: Tekkie Breed and Gender: Male Stallion Element: Caring Physique: medium height, slightly broad Place of Birth: Residence: A small hut outside of Ponyville Occupation: none, tends to fix anything that has broken down. Likes: Dark rooms, quiet rooms, technology, fixing, creating and night. Dislikes: Loud ponies, bright lights and day. Personality: Quiet and thoughtful Special Talent/Cutie Mark: Inventing (mostly useless) things and Tinkering with Technology avatar. (if it hasn't gone up then i'll just use a BBCODE: )
(OOC: Thechosenbrony, did you seriously just hijack someone else's RP and focus it around your OC? That's extremely rude.)
Plague was still tired from his recent transformation; he was busy reading a book about the Pre-Equestrian war where he was mentioned inside. He was now in his full emperor clothing, he was dressed in a cape and some ancient war armor to even out a pony’s perspective of him. The other general’s were busy keeping his minions in check and gathering his future army but one of them had stayed behind for plague’s protection. A Pegasus named Midnight Wing was also reading with Plague, whom she secretly had a crush on Suddenly, one of the General’s returned. He was tired and almost out of breath. Plague noticed that the news he brought was important, so he got up and walked to him. “Sir, I have news from Canterlot. It seems Celestria has trusted 8 ponies’s to defeat you, they were last spotted in Ponyville. The other general said while trying to regain his breath. Plague did not like the news at all but just smiled at him. “I’ll bring them up, I want to know what they look like and what species they are.” Plague then set up a large magic field the size of a children’s bedroom onto the main room’s walls. He caught a glimpse at the hero’s inside the ponyville library. “You’re serious? These are the ponies that are going to defeat me?” Plague could not help but burst out laughing. “You know what…I’m going to ponyville; I actually want to meet these ponies’ moments before the rain falls.” And just like that, Plague teleported himself to ponyville
Plague had arrived in Ponyville, It was just before sunrise and there were only a dozen lights on inside the town. Plague was in the direct center of Ponyville and was completely alone, he wanted to show those hero’s and Celestria just who they were messing with. “All right, I want the pony’s that you’re…….Princess sent to defeat me!” he shouted. This woke nearly everypony in Ponyville up. Twilight walked outside of the library, she was cross that this guy had the nerve to wake everypony up. “Excuse me mister, I don’t know who you think you are but you are in some trouble!” He said towards plague. Plague looked at her. He just trotted up to twilight “Call me Plague.” Twilight’s eyes then widened in fear at the name. “Dark Plague! You’re him, but you’re supposed to be...” “Dead? *tsk* I’ve never felt more alive.” Most of the pony’s in Ponyville was watching what was happening, most of them in fear. The hero’s were walking outside the library. They had slept the night inside. “Ah… We meet at last. Surrender now and I might let you live” said plague, who was opening his new wing’s .
"Sorry but no can do, we were told to beat you and that's what's going to happen. Sorry about any inconvieninces, inconvieniencies, Conversationises..." Yan realised she was getting a bit off track "The point is we're going to defeat you, after all, last time i counted there's..." it occured to Yan she had never actually finished counting the ponies in in the group "some number of us and only one of you. Lets do this everypony" Yan flew in to deliver the first blow.
Just before yan could deliver the first blow, Plague lifted his front hoof thowards yan. Plagues aura then surounded the hoof, he then pulled it back and pushed it,Unleashing a gigantic shockwave that knocked yan to the ground. "Do you pony's have anyidea who your messing with." he then flew inches above the ground, it was now his turn to strike back
"Yan!" Edge screamed, he reached into his pack and pulled out a staff it was a beautiful staff it was white as snow, covered in white diamonds, and jewels. Edge's eyes were on fire. Edge shook the staff once and the tip of the staff turned into a sharp spear except this one wasn't as white as snow it was covered in red splotches they were faded but you could still see them. He glared at Dark Plauge and knew something bad was going to happen.
Nova noticed the fight quickly and assumed battle postion. Nova Look at the enemy with ferce eyes "who are you!!!" with that said Nova leaped in the air and charged for Plague.
Plague rushed towards edge, he dodged his attack and threw him hundreds of meters into the air. Plague then teleported himself and flew as fast as he could into edge like a cannon. He then punched edge while in the air, creating shockwaves while doing it. Plague was laughing like a maniac and threw him into the ground, creating a large crater. He dodged nova’s attack and bucked him very hard, injuring him. “This is fun, I should get out more often.” Plague said while changing his stance
Edge was laying on the ground eyes blurred and one of his legs was completely twisted and he touched his chest and he winced in pain it felt like three of his ribs were broken. He coughed up blood and his coat was covered in dirt and blood, he tried to get up but couldn't his horn started to glow in a weird way it has never glowed as brightly as it. Suddenly 10 Edges come out of nowhere all holding the spears smiling with a creepy sense in it they all jumped at Plauge slicing him in his torso and legs. The wounds were not that bad but blood was seeping from the wounds Edge smiled and blacked out and the images disappeared.
Zephyr watched the scene in front of him take place. He observed as Yan got knocked back, and Edge got beaten senseless. He looked over and stared at Edge, who lay on the ground clutching his chest and coughing up blood. His coat was marred with dirt, and stained with his own blood. A slight shiver of fear ran through Zephyr; the pony in front of him was comparable to a demi-god. He shook his head and dispelled any notion of fear that lingered in his body. There was no point of being afraid; the only threat was right in front of him, all he had to do was keep his wits about him. As Edge lay on the floor, he hovered into the air. The battle was continuing below him, but Zephyr did nothing but fly upwards; as high as his wings would take him. After a grueling few moments with his battle against gravity, Zephyr had reached the zenith of his flight. Looking down, he had noticed that there were now 11 Edges; counting the one on the floor. They leaped at Plague; wounding his torso and his legs. This was the perfect moment, if he didn't act now Edge might be killed... or worse. Zephyr applied his goggles and shut his wings, hovering ominously in the air for a moment before the forces of gravity took over causing him to begin plummeting to the ground head first. He looked up from the fall and stuck his wings out ever so slightly, he was travelling at ridiculously high speeds, and still gaining, all while rocketing right towards Plague. The 10 clones had disappeared, but he neared the ground and evened out his angle, holding out his elbow in attack. At these speeds the assault would shatter bones; both his, and Plague's.
Sleepy had fallen asleep at the boringness of Twilight's talk about gems, books, and artifacts. But when he heard the sound of many bones shattering he woke up. That noise... the cracking... Sleepy leaned over to the garbage can and threw up his entire stomach. Never does he want to hear that sound... not since the first time... Sleepy walked out of the tree and saw everypony on the floor, covered in blood, broken, mangled. The only one standing was a dark, menacing pony standing in the middle of town. He had one leg curled up to his side, hurt but otherwise fine. Sleepy walked over to the pony and took some medical gear out of his bag, he quickly made a sling for the dark pony and then went on to the rest. "Wa- Do you know who I am?!?!" The one pony yelled at him, confused at the calmness of this pony. "Yes, you're *yawn* Dark Plague, here to take over Equestria," He said as he patched up multiple ponies, "and I'm *yawn* Sleepy Dreams, part of the team of *yawn* 8 that was sent to destroy you, these ponies you just *yawn* injured." "THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HELPING ME?!?!?!?!" The pony yelled at him. "Shh, there are ponies trying to *yawn* rest. Let me tell you *yawn* something, ever since I was *yawn* born, I loved to sleep and rest. All this *yawn* gave me time to meditate, and I realized something, I have *yawn* the ability of calmness. Notice you may be *yawn* yelling at me, you aren't attacking-" "I'm *yawn* injured!" The pony interrupted. "Heh, you caught my yawn. You and I both *yawn* know from the devastation here, you could *yawn* easily take me, no all of us out right *yawn* now and you were about to, but I *yawn* delayed you. With the time I got us, I've been *yawn* able to patch up my friends. Now they're in *yawn* no condition to fight, so I'm going to take them to my *yawn* shop and get them better medical treatment. I'll see you in *yawn* Fillydelphia, ok?" Sleepy then called over some other ponies and carried the 8 back to his shop. "Fine, if you want to give me time to send out the rain, I will." And he transported back to Fillydelphia, but really, he was confused on the inside. "What is this?" The evil spirit was so used to fighting he had been to used to it. "This requires some thinking...." ((I tried not to make this all about me or godmod, but I hope you like it!))
GearGrind sighed inwardly, lying still as Sleepy patched everyone up. What insanity drove him to even attempt to injure Dark Plague? All he had was his brains. He was lucky the dark alicorn hadn't aimed for his head, or he could be completely useless. The blow left him winded, and he didn't dare get up lest he receive more punishment, but it did give him a chance to watch the alicorn. He was very confident in his abilities. Too confident. That could be their opening in his defenses. His magic made counter-magic useless. His speed made it difficult to attack head-on. His senses made it extremely difficult to attack from a blind spot. So what could GearGrind invent to make him easier to defeat? Some sort of sleight-of-hoof idea? The likelihood of such a machine working was unlikely. Sleepy Dreams left the alicorn confused. Maybe that was how they could beat this horror. Instead of fighting, show him the powers of friendship, of never backing down, never forfeiting. He chuckled slightly at the thought. Never back down, never surrender. Such a sentiment seemed to repeat itself over and over in history, Equestrian or otherwise. He yawned quietly and laid his head down on his crossed front hooves, the gears in his head spinning at alarming speeds. If brute force didn't work, they'd just have to try something a little more technical. Twilight Sparkle mentioned a gem. The machine GearGrind had in mind would require a lot of power to work. Perhaps this gem was their key to victory.
Edge slowy woke up and noticed he was in the hospital he was in a gurney in a bland hospital wound he looked around and suddenly a nurse barged in she looked at Edge and noticed that he was awake. "Oh your awake! We thought you were in a concision," the nurse said, Edge smiled. "No worries," he said, he winced in pain when he chuckled. "Oh! Please don't laugh you just recovered from your surgery," the nurse said. "Surgery?," he questioned, "what happened to me?", the nurse looked at him with a worried look. "Well it seemed when we did a x-ray you had 3 broken ribs, the rest were cracked or about to break, a punctured lung, internal bleeding, and a cracked skull," The nurse slowly said. He looked at himself and noticed the stitches all over him he laid his head back onto the pillow and looked at the wall.
Blackheart woke up in a bed. He looked around the room and realized he was in a hospital. Blakheart rolled out of the bed and landed on the cold tile floor. He slowly got up feeling pain in his leg, chest, and head. Once he was off the ground he limped towards the but stopped in front of a mirror and stared wide eye. Blackheart had blood stained badges wrapped around his back left leg, the middle of his chest, and the right half of his face. Blackheart was confused but then he remembered the fight with Dark Plague. He then stepped out of his room and casually walked towards the stairs until a doctor noticed him. Blackheart then started to dash to the stairs. "I better hurry up and find the rest of the group." He thought to himself.
Zephyr awoke in a bed in a daze. He had opened his eyes but his brain was unable to register the signal for a few moments. As images began to flood into his eyes his became blinded by an intense light. He attempted covered his vision with a hoof and groaned him pain; his right hoof was in an immobilization cast. This jogged his memory enough remember the events from last night. He clutched his head in pain with his other hoof and continued his groaning. "Ugh, I remembered what happened now. I must've blacked out after I collided or something." This brought an interesting thought to his mind. "Did I actually hit that guy or did I screw up in some way...?" Another wave of pain went through his head as he continued his thought interrupting the process altogether. This new series of pangs in his skull was also accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach. The feeling intensified until he could no longer contain it as he leaned over his bed and vomited. It appears he's become the 'proud' owner of a concussion as well as a shattered arm. Well wasn't this just lovely. Upon examining his arm a horrifying thought occurred to him. He panicked for a moment as he fidgeted around in his bed struggling against the stiffness of the cast as he rolled over. "Oh thank Celestia" His wings were nearly unharmed, all that was there was a few scratches and bruises which has been treated previously. While examining them something caught the interest of Zephyr's mind. The scrapes, cuts, and bruises on his wings had healed up slightly, and his concussion seemed to be receding even now. How long had he been laying in that bed? Zephyr gasped for a moment and frantically began tearing at the IV lodged into his good arm, and any other tubes and strings connected to him as well. He had gotten into that fight with 7 other ponies, where were they? The blue colt struggled with the cast for a moment and then hopped out of bed to begin his search. As he began to walk he felt as though he was handicapped, mostly because he was. He wouldn't have use of his arm for quite a while. Zephyr lightly began to flap his wings and decided to hover over the ground instead. His wings had always been stronger anyway, so there was no point in using weaker limbs anyway. He began his search as he hovered across the room and approached the patient who had been sharing the room with him, who had been behind a curtain until now. He took a firm grip on the white drab and smiled. "And who's behind curtain number one!"
Edge was just looking at the ceiling until his curtain was suddenly opened to see Zephyr hovering up in the air he was surprised that he was here to but he was still glad that he could see Zephyr was not dead. "Hey Zephyr," he said waving his hoof his winced in pain and put his hoof back down, he stared at his body once again to see stitches all over his body. He sighed and looked back at Zephyr "so what happened today to you?," he questioned he was trying to stay away from the fact that they were all horribly beaten up.
He grinned and scratched the back of his head with a hoof he wasn't used to. Maybe he might become ambidextrous soon because of this whole thing. Who knows? "Oh just laying in bed, life passing me by, and you?" Zephyr looked around at the room surrounding the two ponies, maybe there was a Calendar or something nearby that he could use. "Hey, do you know how long we've been here?"
