The Second Griffon War (Casual Thread - All welcome!)

The chariot ride was uncomfortable to say the least. But that didn't stop Graphite from continuing to read a war memoir. It was about the 1st Equestrian war and how the fighting took place in trenches most of the time. It also spoke of the immense casualties during the war. But the only real reason he was reading it was because his father gave it to him. "It's a shame that he couldn't be here to see me read this." Graphite thought as he recalled the traumatizing news about his father's death. "At the hooves of a unicorn no less..." he muttered. Suddenly the carriage stopped and graphite could see that he had arrived at the castle. The carriage door was opened for graphite as he walked out of the carriage and onto the path to the castle entrance.
 
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Waiting for Graphite just outside of the chariots doors, was one of the two rulers of Equestria; Princess Luna. He was a rather well known engineer and would no doubt be of use to Equestria during the war, and she knew just the place to assign him. She didn't really say anything as he stepped out of the chariot, although judging by the way the chariot pegasi gave her a quick but informal bow, he should probably do the same.
 
Graphite stopped short in front of Luna and said apologetically, "Where are my manners." Graphite then lowered his head and knelt before her his coat hot in embarrassment.
 
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"It is of no consequence." Luna said with a slight nod of her head towards the earth pony. She then reached out her hoof to shake his, because that was a bit more interpersonal than a cold bow. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Graphite. I've heard many good things about you. I will have you working alongside my Chief Engineer, Starstreak. She will be more than happy for your help!"

Luna turned and motioned for Graphite to follow her. He would no doubt know the name 'Starstreak': she was credited as the engineer who came up with the design for the magical powered train, which uses the volatile crystals found underneath Canterlot and infuses them with magic to provide high amounts of energy for a fraction of the cost of oil.
 
After shaking hooves with Luna, Graphite followed her to the castle. He heard the name 'Starstreak' and thought, "At least I get to work alongside somepony who is like me for once." Then the rest of Starstreak's story hit him. He asked Luna, "Isn't Starstreak the one who created a battletrain in an unconventional fashion?" Graphite's saddlebags began to itch and he briefly halted to readjust them before continuing on towards the castle.

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Graphite wondered where Starstreak was as he wanted to ask her to show him around. "Hey Luna? Do you know where Starstreak is at the moment?" He gazed up at the massive alicorn.

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There was a noise behind them of soft wingbeats and then somebody landing. "Right behind you," said an equally soft voice. Behind Luna and Graphite was Starstreak, a beautiful purple hippogriff, if ... oddly glowing. She looked like she had been sent through a vat of magic and turned into that. Which wouldn't be too far from the truth.

"Graphite, is it?" She asked, holding her talons out. She had teeth in her beak. "Nice to meet you."
 
Graphite turned around to see the hippogriff. He was mentally taken aback by her appearance, but he didn't let that show as he took note of her razor sharp talons and beak. "Nice to meet you as well Starstreak." Graphite cautiously stated. He noticed her glowing fur and decided not to ask about it. "Anyways, Luna said that I was to be working with you in mechanical repairs. Can you show me where this is?"
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Starstreak kept her talons raised for a moment before letting them touch back on the ground. No shake, then. She gave a cold stare. "Yes, as I've been told." She replied coolly, voice holding nothing. The mare didn't seem to even want to be there. "My workshop is in the city. I just came to meet you personally. You're expected to show up bright and early tomorrow."
 
Graphite took note of this and said, "Yes ma'am. I'll can be there even earlier if you want." Graphite knew he could keep this promise as he was planning on calling ANOTHER all nighter to get his own work done and organize his equipment for work. A steam train needed new brake shoes and he had been assigned to replace them. So he would need alot of coffee. "I'll meet you there an hour early if need be." Graphite then readjusted his saddlebags once more and trotted to his home/garage.

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"Just come at the time given to you." Starstreak said, rolling her eyes. She wasn't very big on the sucking up shtick that usually occurred. She would never do it and really wish others wouldn't as well; it was just degrading. "And don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel old. Just call me Starstreak or Chief, I don't care which."
 
Graphite glanced at Starstreak and replied, "Okay Starstreak. What time exactly do I need to arrive at? And by the way, I hope you have a great day." Graphite resumed trotting to his garage which coincidentally was just down the path. In the distance he could make out the sign that hung over his garage entrance. "PARTS, REPAIRS, AND RESTORATION" it read. Opening his front door Graphite was instantly greeted with music from the famous rock band known as 'Star Chariot'. "Ahhh. Well I'd better get to work." Graphite told himself.



16 HOURS LATER.......

.....Annnd about 29 additional cups of coffee....


"The sun began to rise as Graphite was working in a hyperactive state trying to get everything ready for the meet up. "Okay okay okay okay okay! GOT IT G G G OTT IT! AND DONE!!" Graphite rushed out the door and galloped towards Starstreak's workshop.

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Starstreak snorted. "When do you think? You were handed a schedule, weren't you? I want you here when the sun rises." She gave him a stern look. "And I don't mean literally being there exactly when it rises. I just mean I expect you around that time. If the sun gets completely in the sky, you're late."

She spread her wings and took off. "Don't be late!" She yelled over her shoulder.

LATER, IN STARSTREAK'S WORKSHOP ...

He was late.
 
Graphite Rushed into the workshop and skidded to a halt. He was late. "Oh sweet Celestia!" He said dissapointed. He stared at the clock and thought, "I need to get to work and explain myself to her so she doesn't gouge my eyes out."

*CREEEAAAK* The door opened and graphite walked in nervously. "First day and I'm late! Let's hope she understands that I can't fly or teleport!" He thought angrily.

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It was another day in Canterlot, the sun was up, and everypony was going about their business, trying to ignore everything that'd been going on as of late.

However, there was a lone bar, some little place called the Rat's Nest, and inside was a great deal of ponies, drowning their sorrows and trying to forget past mistakes through heavy drinking. One such pony was Leper, who would be sitting at the bar, her mask firmly on her face, so to hide her looks.

She didn't really care about what the bartender was trying to tell her, something about joining up with the army to help with the good fight, but she honestly couldn't have cared less about that, so she opted instead to drink her liquor quietly, well, as quiet as you can when every time you breathe, it sounds like you are dying. So, she just sat there, letting the bartender ramble on and just ordered drinks as she needed them.
 
The bars' doors opened and a beige Stallion trotted in slowly. With saddlebags on his back and a cutie mark of two interlocked gears, Graphite went up to the bar table and took a seat on a barstool. The bartender turned, saw him, and shouted, "GRAPHITE SPIRAL!!" The music and commotion completely halted for a solid 30 seconds before the bartender added, "WELCOME HOME!!" The music resumed and graphite ordered his usual drink. In the exchange of 40 bits a glass of vintage wine was set before him. Graphite gently grasped the glass between his hooves and took a sip.
 
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Leper wasn't very impressed, in all honesty, all this did was make her think this guy was just another hero, someone who likely thought his shit didn't stink. She'd continued to drink from her glass.

Graphite would likely notice the pony sitting next to him wearing the mask, and could see the hints of flesh and bone around the mask. It could be mistaken for a burn wound, but he couldn't tell. He'd also notice that she'd lift the fabric cover from the tip of the mask, and tilt her head back, so she could actually drink her liquor, which looked like a pain in the ass, and it was.

Leper would cough after that, it was her seventh, not that it bothered her, she had a lot of money to spend from her travels, so she didn't care if she blew it all on alcohol, in fact, it was a great way to spend the afternoon. At least to her it was.
 
Graphite set his saddlebags down on the table and opened them up. He pulled out a toolbox that was covered in rust. Next he reached in and pulled out a set of old records. On one of the records it read, "Star Chariot's Greatest Hits." Star Chariot was an incredibly famous classic rock and roll band that was comprised ENTIRELY of Earth Ponies. Leper would be foolish not to hear of the band. After all they were world famous. Graphite waved over the bartender and asked, "Hey can you put this one on play?" The record was another Star Chariot record. However this one was different. It was a record on the song that made Star Chariot world famous in the first place. "Be Built Equestria On Houses and Roads" It read in faded red text. The bartender trotted over to the jukebox and inserted the record. The current music was cut and replaced with the world famous Star Chariot song. Graphite noticed a mare next to him. He cleared his throat and asked, "Hey. how are you?"
 
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Leper groaned when the music was changed to whatever this was playing now, and slowly looked over at the earth pony, "I'm fucking tired." She'd say plainly, her eyes tired behind the mask. She'd stare at him for a moment, and sigh, "I'm Leper, what do you want?" She'd ask, sounding a bit annoyed, but she always sounded annoyed... Well, except for when she'd gotten help with the pain in her face.

Leper looked around for a moment, then downed another glass, then waved the bartender down for a refill, who poured it quickly, "You'll get your bits later." She'd say, glaring at the bartender who only nodded and went off to help others. She'd then look back to Graphite.
 
Graphite was slightly taken aback by the mares sharp answer. Graphite continued, "Oh nothing much. I'm guessing you don't like Star Chariot?" He continued, "Anyways, I'm graphite. If you need anything repaired you can count on me." Graphite added, "Yes, its strange to see an earth pony mechanic who hasn't lost his job yet. What's your name?" Graphite asked the mare. Graphite took another sip of the vintage wine and said, "Pardon my manners. Anyways... Your name?"
 
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Leper groaned in annoyance, "I said my name was Leper, Sisters, do you pay attention?" She'd ask, tilting her head a bit, staring at him like he was an idiot, "I mean seriously, I'm trying to relax, and be just a bit nice, and you don't hear what I say?" She'd ask, groaning as she downed her drink, slamming the glass onto the table, the noise loud and resounding.

She'd lean back a bit, "And great, you're a mechanic, I have a toaster that needs fixing, think you could get it running again??" She'd ask, though she was pretty much bullshiting, she was pretty much a nomad, and didn't really carry what she didn't need.
 
Graphite stared back at Leper, into her soul, and past her. She would notice the row of scars on his left foreleg. He wasn't intimidated, not even close. His gaze bore into Leper's head like a diamond tipped drill. He stared into her very soul and spoke chillingly, "are you retorting at me?" His breathing slowed till it was barely visible. Graphite's eyes showed no emotion. He had tried to be nice. TRIED to be friendly. But Leper wanted none of that. So she wouldn't get any. Graphite's face revealed no emotion. All of the friendliness that was there before was now nonexistent...
 
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Leper just raised a brow, "Yes, I did, now, if you don't mind, fuck off." She'd say coolly, ordering another drink, downing it quickly, then slowly looked to Graphite, "Listen, I don't care about your little... stare that you're doing, I'd suggest you leave actually, because frankly, you're disturbing my peace." She'd say, looking back to her glass, "I'm not in the mood for a pissing contest, pretty sure I could get further anyway." She'd say, staring at the glass.
 
Graphite was unmoved by the insult. If he was allowed to he would use his sword which could cut between atoms to show her who was boss. But she obviously wasn't worth it. He opened a box, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and said, "I'm out." as he threw the smoke in her direction. Graphite fastened his saddlebags and toolbox to his flank and trotted slowly into the night.
 
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Despite the war being at a stalemate right now as negotiations were discussed, Canterlot was not yet reopened to the public. Celestia had created a small little light source inside the mountain to help mimic daylight but it just wasn't the same. It had been weeks since any pony had seen the sun, due to being cooped up in this mountain for protection. Which was fine, of course... But it was still starting to bother the population slightly.

At the moment, Fleur was sitting on the roof of one of the larger buildings inside the mountain, staring up at the dim light source.
 
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