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

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On the street below, a white coated pony with a blonde mane looked up at the light source, then saw Fleur sitting there. She knew of Fleur, of course. The model was quite the celebrity in Canterlot, especially among the richer crowd. The pony had aristocratic features, and was quite pretty. She wasn't even wearing makeup, and obviously hadn't put a great deal of effort into her appearance besides combing her hair, yet still she was rather pretty. It was as if prettiness had been selectively bred until the end result was a mare who was effortlessly attractive. This bitch waved up at you, smiling radiantly.

"Hello! Are you Fleur De Lis? I don't believe we've had the pleasure!" she shouted up in one of the blood-curdlingly poshest accents you'd ever heard, even by Canterlot standards. The only accent that was much worse was Prince Blueblood himself.
 
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Fleur looked down at the pony who was yelling up at her, but knew before she even saw the mare that it would be one of those aristocratic sorts. The accent gave it away. It had that tone that just made Fleur's ears shrivel inwards. Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked down and saw that, yes, the mare looked exactly like the aristocratic sort. Dammit.

Fleur really didn't want to deal with this. Just because Fleur put on a show in public and went to high end parties didn't mean she actually cared about these high class ponies.

"... No, we haven't had the pleasure actually." Fleur shouted back down at her, before turning her eyes up once again to the dim light source on the ceiling of the little internal city.
 
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"Eeer, right..."

There was an awkward silence that followed Fleur's rebuff, but this pony did not move. She stayed, looking up at Fleur. Even in these hard times, she wasn't truly used to dealing with conversations where upper class social etiquette was lacking. She was, however, used to hostility from the citizens of Canterlot who had lost everything just to then see this creature of good breeding and a wealthy upbringing walking around. It had made her want to prove herself as an individual of value and purpose, and become somebody that the people who look at her admire for good reasons.

But with Fluer De Lis, it somehow hit even harder. Probably, because as a model, she was trained to exaggerate emotions. So when she made a point to ignore you, it was a very sharp point.

"Well, my name is Mint Imperial."
 
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"Ah yes, Mint Imperial. Truly, I should have recognized you from voice alone. Your family is quite high up within the aristocracy. My name is Fleur De Lis, but my friends call me Fleur. You may not." Fleur said with a nod of her head towards Mint Imperial. She was being friendly enough, although the tone of her voice kindly said 'I don't care'. Truthfully, Fleur didn't really want to talk to this spoiled brat. But she wasn't going to come out and say that. Instead she simply left her sentences without any questions to continue on with!

Honestly Fleur didn't like any aristocratic families. They were all spoiled. Fleur had worked her entire life to make a fraction of what they had by birth; Fleur knew that the $150,000,000 bits sitting in her back account right now would likely be trump change to these ponies. She had worked hard to become the top model in Equestria; to make $30,000,000 bits a year. Which was also probably laughable to these ponies.
 
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Another awkward silence followed, during which, any attempt at a smile was gone from Mint's face and she just looked, well, sad.

"I understand," she replied, quieter yet still easily audible. "I've seen the looks people give me. I'm wondering what I can do to change that. Is there anything I can...help you with?" As soon as she finished talking, she cringed and braced as if expecting to be laughed out of the street and out of Fleur's sight.
 
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"What?" was pretty much the only thing Fleur could think to say at the moment. Was some rich pony asking her if she needed help? The only ponies who ever asked if she needed help, were ones who were trying to get closer to her. So why would Mint ever be doing th-...
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Fleur blushed slightly and looked down at Mint Imperial, trying her best to talk quietly so as not to embarrass the mare in front of people. "... I really appreciate the offer, but unfortunately I don't really swing that way... At all. I'm sorry. But I'm sure there are mares out there who would love some... help... from you!"
 
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Mint suddenly turned very red and stammered for a few seconds, before flailing her forelegs in a desperately dismissive matter. "N-no! No No! That's now what I meant at all! I just meant, y-you know, assistance...Aack! That's not better! Ordinary help! I mean ordinary help!"

She managed to calm herself down, though was still out-blushing Fleur. She looked up with a more sober expression. "I just feel like I need to start proving myself as more than just a waste of space in this time of great suffering."
 
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Fleur listened to her words, and then laughed slightly; although it was a rather bitter laugh. The mares blush quickly faded as she came to realize what exactly Mint had meant when she asked if she could help out, and with a little sigh Fleur spoke up once again. "I don't think I can really help with that, unfortunately." She said, hopping down from the rooftop and casting a simple little levitation spell on herself so that she floated down like a feather.

She landed in front of Mint and faced her more directly now. Fleur was beautiful, to be sure, but she didn't have the same air around her that Mint did. She was certainly not of noble birth. "To be honest, I feel much the same way. I worked hard for my spot as a top model, but I can't really help at all during the war. Donate bits, I suppose?"
 
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Mint shook her head, but seemed happier that Fleur had come down and was speaking to her frankly.

"I've tried that, but there's not much use for bits and people tend to think I'm patronising or mocking them by giving them money and flaunting my wealth instead of giving food or aid or help or many of the things they actually need. I don't have any of those things myself, though. I don't take more rations than anybody else and if there is any food scavenged from my house's pantry, it will be put with the rest of the rations. But these things, they're not helping. They're just me not making things worse when I could. That counts for nothing. I want to actually do some good."
 
Cassian maintained his metal focus on the magic inside and out his claws. His draconic razor-sharp talons began to glow a neon green color as small stones and pebbles began to glow the same color. The rocks engulfed in his magical aura began to float and circle the young dragon. Faint ripples near the pond need to him began to form. "Am i really doing this?", he thought to himself.
 
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"I hate to say it, but if the ponies don't view you any better after donating bits and food, perhaps they are simply ignorant. If somepony was giving me food in a time of famine, I'd be rather joyous." Fleur said, although 'famine' was a pretty tough word to be using right now. Equestria had an entire cavern full of magically preserved food. They could feed this entire city for years if they wanted too.

Magic was great.

"This is a tough suggestion, but... do you know any offensive magic?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "The troops are always looking for skilled spell-casters to help out. I know it's rare, that whole 'one in every 10,000' unicorn motto about who can actually use advanced magic, but if you can, and I think you can... you should see about helping out in the war effort. Get your hooves dirty."
 
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"Food? No, we don't have hoards of food to give away ourselves. And the poorer ponies are grateful but many of the middle class are just too proud, and not as used to hardship, and Canterlot had a very large percentage of middle class residents compared to other cities and towns in Equestria. And offensive magic? I know a little. My speciality is light magic, and I know a couple of spells. I've never really studied or practised besides healing fillies' cuts as a Governess, however."
 
"Light magic? That's even better, then. Why don't you sign up with the military and help heal some of the troops? Even if you aren't terribly powerful, healing smaller cuts can still help ward off the chances of a soldier getting an infection, right? And while you do that, perhaps you will grow in power and be able to use stronger spells?" Fleur asked with a tilt of her head. She herself was going to go and sign up with the army soon.
 
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"That's actually a good idea! I'd never considered the military before, mostly because I'm the exact opposite of good soldier material. But using my limited healing powers and making a difference in small ways is exactly what I was looking for! I just hope I don't make anybody worse..."
 
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Fleur chuckled slightly and nodded her head. "Limited healing powers are still far better than what the average unicorn could ever hope to achieve. You don't have to be in combat, but being in one of the military hospitals and helping out where you can would go a long way towards turning ponies opinion of you from bad to good. Personally, I am going to sign up as well... so perhaps we sign up together?"
 
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Mint smiled and nodded. "I'd like that! I'd like that a lot! What role would you be applying for?" she asked.
 
"Spell support." Fleur said with a nod of her head towards Mint. "I specialize in Arcane magic. I figure that I could put that magic to use safely on the back lines of the war. I can keep myself out of danger and give the troops some much needed spellpower support!"
 
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Aurelia glanced at Starstreak from across the room before pouring the vial of liquid she held in her hooves into a different glass vial containing a pink liquid. The liquids mixed together and soon became red, and in a test of faith Aurelia grabbed a knife, cut a small little cut on her leg and then drank the new mixture.

Her wounds closed! For the fiftieth time.

She had gotten an alchemy station set up right near Starstreak's own science research station. This was not the first time Aurelia had created a potion of healing, but she seemed terrified to move onto new potions. Mainly because a potion of invisibility that is brewed wrong could turn you invisible... forever. Aurelia didn't want that.

It was then that there was a knock on the door. Aurelia wasn't expecting anyone, nor should Starstreak be expecting anyone, so Aurelia shot the hippogriff a confused look and motioned for her to go answer it.
 
Starstreak, on the other hand, was messing with some gizmo. It was just a simple thing, a pocket watch, without much purpose but nice to have. Even if she could tell the time of day by looking at the sky and judging from the position of the sun or the moon, she liked actually having a more convenient way of doing so. Staring at the sun wasn't exactly healthy. It was probably why her eyes were getting so bad.

Regardless, she jumped slightly at the knock on her door. Turning her head, she set the pocket watch down. "Who is..." she started, stopping and looking at Aurelia. With a small sigh, she stood up and stretched her legs and heading for the doorway. She opened it.

"Who is it?"
 
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On the other side of the door was a bat pony. He looked to be older than Aurelia, judging by his slightly gray hair, but bat ponies also didn't age quite the same as everypony else. Bat ponies like Aurelia slowed their aging down by ingesting fresh blood, which is also where the myth of vampires came from! Although considering this ponies shadowy glow around his form, it was fair to say that he wasn't a vampire bat pony like Aurelia, but rather a shadow bat pony.

"I have been asked to give you this. I do not know the contents. I was also asked to leave immediately after hoofing it over." He said, giving Starstreak a light blue stone which was glowing. He then saluted and turned around to leave, shutting the door politely behind himself.

There was a moon symbol on the stone.
 
She was surprised to say the least. It wasn't often that a Lunar Guard came to her doorstep, Aurelia honestly being the first. The fact that it was a bat pony as well made this even more unusual. She raised an eyebrow at them, a bit miffed, but taking the scroll delicately. "Er... thank you." She closed the door.

Looking down the scroll, she cast a glance at Aurelia. This must be something from Luna if it had a moon symbol on it. But as she recalled, she wasn't expecting anything from the Princess at this time either. Without anymore ado, she opened the scroll to read its contents.
 
Not quite a scroll, but a stone!

As Starstreak fiddled with the stone, it finally shot away from her and levitated in the middle of the room. After a few moments the stone broke apart and turned into luminescent blue lights, which came together to form an image of Princess Luna. Immediately after that, the message began to play.

"Hello, Starstreak and, presumably, Aurelia if you're here." the hologram of Luna waved at them. "If you've received this, then I am either dead, or worse; captured. I went into Griffonstone to try and rescue my children, but it appears that I have not succeeded. I am sorry for not telling you I was leaving or saying goodbye, but you both needed to be focused on your technological advances and not on worrying about me."

"With my death, I am gifting the engineering portion of this company to you, Starstreak. While my wife will oversee the company as a whole, and you will answer to her, you are no longer bound by monetary constraints. Use as much money as you need to bring this war to an end. I trust that you will both do great things together, and it is with great sorrow that I must say this to you both..."

"... You're the first mortals who will ever see my gravestone. I've known hundreds of thousands of friends as close to me as you both are, yet I've had to attend each of their funerals. All I ask is that you keep Celestia and my children safe, and end this war."

"It was an honor. Blessed dreams be upon you." Said the hologram, giving them each a bow before fading away into nothingness.

A deed was left in its wake, signaling Starstreak as the owner of a good portion of the company.
 
Starstreak squeaked when the stone suddenly shot out from her talons, stepping backwards quickly in alarm. She wasn't used to things just randomly start to move on their own. Usually she was the one that made them move. This was unusual.

When the hologram began to play, she stared in a small bit of wonder. She'd seen a lot of things be done with magic but not quite this. A recorded message... huh. Her face was at first happy to see Luna, brightening up, but when it began speaking... that slowly withered away, turning to a frown, and then horror.

There was no joy to be had about receiving a significant portion of the company. She didn't cheer, she didn't even register the fact that it had happened at all. Instead, Starstreak's back legs wobbled and she was forced to sit down, staring out into space as the message continued. This was... Luna's good bye. She had left this to be delivered should she not make it back from Griffinstone.

Tears began to form in her eyes and she looked numbly at the scroll before turning her face to Aurelia, a sob threatening to burst from her. "Aurelia..." she called quietly. She couldn't imagine she would be taking this well either. Getting up to her hooves and claws shakily, she went over to her marefriend and threw her arms around her, crying openly now.

Luna was gone.
 
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Aurelia looked like she didn't quite know what to make of this. She was in between laughing and tearing up. Laughing because the idea of killing Luna sounded absolutely absurd, and crying because the message was so truthful and final. Luna was gone, but it was incredible hard to actually comprehend.

She simply hugged Starstreak back and let a few tears run down her cheeks.

"We..." She wiped her nose and cheeks slightly, shaking her head as she did so. "We cannot tell anypony about this. You know that, right? L-Luna obviously wanted this kept a secret, since the guards had orders not to stick around while this message played..."
 
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Starstreak nodded her head, her body wracked with grief. She wasn't strong about this. "Y-yes," she answered quietly, trying to calm herself down. She buried her face into Aurelia's shoulder, having the decency to not have a beak at the moment. "I-I know."

She had trouble believing that Luna was gone. There had to be something they were missing, she had to be alive. The thought that somebody could kill Luna just wasn't something she would stand. "She can't be dead." Starstreak said firmly. "Just... captured. We'll get her back."
 
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