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i'm not going to lie to you and say i care all that much about any ships to make them canon, but you deserve some sort of answer i think relationship between rarity and the nightmares as depicted in mlp idw #5-8 could have used a little more exploration, maybe not to the point of shipping material but, like, i dunno they were on the same side at one point and nominally on the same (other) side post-reformation. i know the comics aren't canon to the show but they don't really do anything after that.

If you could make one ship canon, no strings attached, no room for doubt, what would it be?

bump fun fact: it is my birthday

Fen had been early to bed and thus early to rise for the next day. As always she had found her place in the kitchen, preparing today's breakfast for everyone, as she had gone over all of the different things that had happened over the past few days. She had learned about trading card games from Melissa, the Spike Brothers and Fiona. Though she had relied on Melissa to be able to face off against her. There was boxing with Kelsey. Though she hadn't managed to get a proper fight with her. And then there was the bumper boats fight that they partook in. Fen nodded to herself and she recalled the thrilling experience as she wondered if there were more vehicles like that use in this world. As she went over each day she realized how many new experiences she had already partaken in in such a short span of time. She had a strange sense that everything should have overwhelmed her, in fact the technology and magic here on its own was a learning experience unto itself for her, but she could only find herself musing about how best to tackle all of these new challenges she had come across and learn from them. And felt herself looking forward to whatever new antic today would throw at her. As she finished preparing breakfast, setting it up on the counter and letting it sit, the girl stared towards the stove for a moment. Though there were no opponents for her to practice either her hand to hand or card gaming skill against here, there was a wall she could scale on her own. She conjured an ice knife into her hand as she held it above the burner, watching as the ice slowly broke down little by little into droplets of water. Her magic continued to flow out from her hand as the ice had been parts that had melted away reformed. The girl frowned as this process had kept up, the ice melting as quickly as it fixed itself. This was the expected outcome and the one she had experienced yesterday. While this was a good stopgap it didn't fix the fundamental issue of too intense a heat preventing her from using her magic in the first place. She couldn't help but wonder if this was just yet another matter of perspective. She had never focused on the basis of why her weapons took the forms that they did, but once she did a whole new avenue of conjuration presented itself to her. In a same vein she had never quite focused on either output of magic or the intensity of the cold of her magic either. This felt like a simpler concept to her than the shape of her weapons yet, given how immaterial the problem was she found the thought of a solution to be even more abstract to her. There was always the possibility that this was just a limitation she had to face as well, but that went against the spirit of a guild member and team leader so she decided to think otherwise for now. She let her ice knife melt as she went to face the rest of the day. The girl brought the food out and looked to Bartelby, smiling, as she noted, "I'm sure you're working on overcoming your own limits now too." The girl giggled to herself before she noticed a message on her watch. "Oh. Community service?" In addition to being a guild member, guild chef and quasi-adventurer, in its early days Fen had done quite a lot of housekeeping around the guild building itself. This, in turn, lead her to working to help others that needed a similar service done which similarly had forced her into other odd jobs. Though they were never as glamorous or thrilling as fighting monsters in a lake or exploring the underground catacombs of her guild hall, she found it an equally fulfilling experience. And once the world had overcome the crisis the Ashen King had brought with them, the girl had tried to keep the spirit of community service alive with all of her other guild members. Of course, I'd be delighted to. Oh and do give my regards to Tia, she was also a fun person to meet. -Fen Yi The girl responded to the text, though was not so presumptuous as to speak for her other team members, and had hoped she followed proper texting edict this time better than her first attempt. "Wildlife though..." The girl mused aloud, wondering what kind of team they might have been. There was no one she knew who was more "Wildlife" then Kasayee, though each day had its fair share of surprises so she couldn't rule out that perhaps someone who surpassed even her in that regard existed. An anticipatory smile formed on her face. "I wonder..."

With the might of all the students who bravely joined the brawl, the chaos came to a concise end. Flynn picked himself up, and dusted off his pants. He had never used his abilities in a real fight before, but he was glad that they could be used to save people. Flynn waved to the crowd who had been cheering him on during the fight. "I thank you, my friends! Please look forward to my next performance! I'm counting on you!" With a finger pointed to the sky, the cry of an eagle would seemingly ring out from nowhere. “Oh, you kids aren’t half bad! Doesn’t look like anyone’s dead. That’s better than usual!" Usual?? Did this happen often during opening ceremonies at Dead End Academy?! Along with this elderly gentleman, two adults appeared. The man was enormous in stature, and the lady looked scary to approach. They seemed to be at odds with each other. “Name’s Aife. Don’t let the stick up his ass tell you otherwise. Don’t mind me, I’m just seeing if any of my posse’s here." Presumably, the gangs that had attacked them must have been part of her class. Maybe a rival faction within the school, even? A place where Rivals went to School with each other didn't seem like such a bad spot. “I’m here for the same thing. Mr. Klein will take you all on the school tour.” He informed in a pleasant tone. “Actually, Ken and Aife, I was wondering if you all could help these freshmen out,” Mr. Klein stated. “Some of them are obviously really injured, and we all know my old bones don't let me move around like I used to...." With a mutter, Mr. Ken began to amass students atop his shoulder, carrying the injured with ease. “I’d appreciate any help you freshmen might give us.” Flynn watched as the girl he had helped before crumbled to the ground. “Ah, shit. I forgot I was even injured,” Flynn offered his hand to her. "Please, allow me to escort you to the medical facility." Whether she accepted or not, Flynn replied to Mr. Klein's query. "I remember hearing a shrill cry from beyond the forest...some sort of creature's. It vanished just as we were attacked by all of these...students? No doubt they were mind controlled by it...maybe those weak of will are affected more strongly by its hypnosis."

7.5/10 fun and interesting all in all, what an idea

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As the monster's foot came back to earth Lana immediately backed off as the one she had been hacking at took a step back. She didn't want to become some kind of ball for the creature to punt, however her fears were both unfounded and proven true in a different capacity. As the creature stepped back the hand of the enormous creature came down to flatten her into the ground. She echoed the words that were shouted across the battlefield. "Keep moving." The girl continued to move away from the hand, only to realize midstep that continuing so would be a misstep. The second of the creature had been swung. The creature lurched over, it's second arm coming to swat Lana with a force she had no intention of experiencing. She didn't think she could outrun it and she certainly couldn't clash with it. The girl leaned forward, stepped forward and fell forward. With an impressive thud the girl landed on her stomach, the arm swinging wide of her as the air followed behind it. The wind was indicator enough to make Lana's hair stand on end. The girl scrambled to her feet, catching her breath, and saw that the creature's body had already shifted posture again. As the creature reached down to grab her, Lana took a deep breath and steadied herself. It was slower than before and she had already had enough of the advice she just spoke. With both hands she tightened her grip before shouting an increasingly common phrase with each day that passed. "Hands off!" Blade met palm. And the monster stopped. Lana was surprised, unsure if she had actually injured it or if it was just so stunned by the audacity of her actions that it couldn't comprehend what just happened. She really hoped it was the former. However this respite was no more than a second as the creature began to push back against her. In this test of strength it was clear that Lana would be the loser, the palm shoved her own blade closer to her face as it was clear she was losing ground. With the strength it possessed she was sure that being grabbed would be the end of her and she had no idea if its touch was like the weird shadows too. So she had to make a break for it. Lana pushed her weight forward before she shifted, breaking away from the weapon as she let go and kicked off the ground to the other side. The hand of the monster wrapped around her weapon before it seemed less interested in it and simply tossed it to the ground. The creature stood back up, arms raised on either side with its fingers splayed out. Lana knew well enough that the creature was waiting for an opening so that is onslaught of attacks could be continued. The girl's eyes flitted over to her axe, wanting to go and retrieve it but knew that this would probably be the end of her. She drew out her mace and stared down the creature, waiting for it to make the first move. "Alright big guy, you're all that's between me and a pile of gold so I'm going to bring you down." Lana prayed for someone to stab it in the back.

The next day came, as most do, with the turning of time. Bartleby had eventually recovered enough to move about at his usual slow pace and seemed none the worse for wear. In fact he seemed ever so slightly stronger if anything than he had the other day. They would be able to enjoy breakfast, or whatever other morning rituals they wished to partake in, but it wouldn't get to lunchtime before they would have a message to read from Mauvache. Good day to you, Team Manna. First I would like to thank you for humoring my niece the other day. She was very eager to meet you all. Second I would like to make a suggestion. While fighting the invaders is an important part of the job there are other things that a Guardian is expected to do. Team Wildlife is going to be spending the day on some services to the community and to, shall we say, the Guardian's growing fanbase. I would like you to join them in this endeavor. If you are willing please let me know and I shall have them meet you at the Central Park to give more details.

The shadow that Ziun put himself in front of didn't seem to react much to the fact there was someone else in its way now and instead it grabbed directly onto Ziun without any hesitation. The moment its cold hands found purchase Ziun felt his body weakening, his strength draining. The other two shadows continued to try and chase down Chris but every time he moved they had to shift direction. Still he could hardly stop for an instant, say when attacking the larger creature, without them gaining ground on him. At first Lana would wonder if she would be able to just hack away at the creature's ankle but, after its kick, it then brought the leg that Lana had been attacking backwards into the forest. As it did it brought one of its hands down slowly to slam down on her. However as soon as she moved out of the way she would realize it hadn't really been aiming to crush her and she would see its other hand swinging in from the side exactly where she had moved to.

Chris saw Ziun doing something really stupid, but couldn’t manage to get over to him in a way that also kept himself out of danger. It was a familiar feeling, looking out for himself above everything else, but it was twinged by… well, he wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, he let it fuel his escape. “Keep moving!” he said. If you were moving, it meant you were still alive. Lana, meanwhile, had doubled back to attack the giant monster, chopping at its ankles. Chris was worried she’d run into the same problems he had when he’d gotten flanked, and the best thing he could think of was to keep his monsters busy. They -- some of them, the ones who hadn’t gone off Ziun’s way -- were happy to oblige. “Keep moving.” Chris muttered again, talking to himself as much as he was goading the monsters ever towards him. That said, he did slow down a little, allowing them to start catching up. He was getting ready to plant his feet again, to wheel around and attempt another slice into one of their legs, bursting away again before they could grab him. He took out his magic string and started unwinding some – another way to get away quickly, while also turning them back around so he could at least rejoin his teammates.

7/10, was pretty nice didn't get much more than that though.

Needless to say, Trevor, who by this point ended up having a bag of chips sent his way by his grimoire, he was enjoying the little display between Constable and Bartleby... albeit, he was hoping for some sort of action than just that. But, he figured, Bartleby was holding back. At least... he hoped that was the case though. "He says...he's still young. Train him well and he'll....something something something about fighting alongside us." "I suppose we'll have to figure out HOW to do so at a later date..." Trevor closed the bag after taking one last chip. "So putting it on the list... learn Duel Monsters... attempt to have us train our little mascot... maybe see if there's anything else we can collect and add to our arsenal." It did make him surprised though, namely how much stuff could they possibly obtain and have at their disposal? Intriguing questions for later... "You did good nonetheless, Bartleby." he chuckled, giving the little sloth a thumbs up. "Though it seemed already that the old dog had a bit more experience than you... least for now. But we'll make sure you'll be back up and running for a round two against Constable." Trevor waved a finger around some, having some of the utensils having it lift in the air and dance slightly. "But first things first... let's see what we can fix up tonight for dinner. After all, we all were dealing with quite the ordeal today." And like that, the sorcerer's skills and hands were at the chef's disposal. Though, while he was prepping to help, he couldn't help but wonder... what could they gain aside from Bartleby and that Duel Monsters thing? The one thing he really did wonder about... could that one fabled weapon in Master Balthazar's studies and even in the Cabanomicon be here too? That "Key to All Worlds"? Part of Trevor wanted it to be the case... but only time would tell.

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“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.” -Matthew 18:10 (NIV)She didn’t know how it happened, the exact sequence of steps that ended up with Melissa kneeling where Barleby had fainted, cradling the Slakoth in her arms, but it sure had happened. “You tried your best, at least,” she said. She still wasn’t sure why this all had to happen, but since it had, she hoped Bartleby could rest easily knowing that. It was a notion that felt parallel to her own experience. She wondered what Bartleby dreamed of. More specifically, Melissa wondered if Bartleby did, in fact, want to be fighting “alongside everyone else” as the Constable (or the Constable through Kasayee) had said. This skirmish had, to her, seemed more like a facet of a Pokémon’s honor-bound nature, regardless of what Constable had said. Besides, even if the desire for self-improvement did lay somewhere within Bartleby, she knew where that path tended to end up for Slakoths. Slaking, after a vigorous middle evolution, epitomized “It wasn’t worth it.” It was a worrisome thought. At the same time, it was all she could do as Bartleby’s de facto caretaker -- she hesitated to use the word “trainer” -- to support whatever endeavors he did want to undertake. Fen said something encouraging, even if she seemed to struggle with some of the terminology. Melissa was no beast tamer, no matter how many animal faces a cherub had. Not that Melissa was about to correct her. They’d designated Bartleby as the team’s pet, even if the implications of that meant so much more. Melissa stood, still holding Bartleby in her arms. All in all, there was a whole mix of emotions still running through her, all coalescing into something akin to, “Thank you for your visit, Constable. Hopefully we have not kept you too long, and we would like to see you and Kasayee again soon. Right now, this one needs even more rest than he normally gets, so if you would excuse us…” She gave whatever curtsy she could with her hands full, and disappeared up the stairs to make a suitable bed. Hadn’t that always worked, a good night’s sleep? She would bring him dinner later, whatever she and Fen figured out that he wanted.

Blake had seen “stealth missions” before, and he was pretty good with sneaking around, so honestly, it wasn't a surprise that he was determined to do this without so much as a pe-... “Hey, what are we hiding from?” “Yeah, Blake, tell us,” Blake stumbled forward, quite frightened at this little predicament, so much so that his face planted right into the ground. He didn't anticipate not only Reno, but Destiny as well. With a slight grumble, he started to get back up, his face slightly red due to embarrassment. How they were able to sneak up on him like this eluded him, but questions for later. “Are we punching someone in the face?” “Oh, I hope so!” “Can you keep quiet?!” Blake quietly yelled in a hushed tone, putting a finger to his mouth. “Sheesh… makin’ my job a bit harder…” He shook his head, proceeding to flip the panel and press the button. Naturally, nothing happened at first. It made sense, given how the elevator probably had a long way down. After all… secrets like that normally get dropped all the way to the bottom. “So, what brings you here?” “Well, I saw all of you, so I decided something fun was going on here,” “I wasn’t talking to you, girl,. I was talking to him,” Blake felt Reno's hand on his head, and the slight shaking that was being done for emphasis. He thanked the elevator silently that it actually came back up, revealing itself to them. However, now he had garnered unwanted attention and involved his new classmates, at least these lot, into his crusade. Nevertheless, once the elevator started its mechanical groan and descended… he figured it was time he explained it. “You asked me what brings me here… do you mean in this spot or in general?” Blake asked, his eyes slowly cutting to Reno. "Generally in this spot," Reno answered with snark. Of course, the snarky one would continue to be snarky... not surprising whatsoever there. Taking a slow breath, Blake finally continued. “I'm here for one reason… and one reason alone. I'm looking for those connected to a group known as NORNIR…” Even the mentioning of their name… it left a strong sour taste in his mouth, and he wasn't liking it. “I don't know much about them personally, but I know that their ilk is the reason behind either the death and or disappearance of my father during what was called the Ragnarok Incident.” He clenched his fist, shaking slightly. “I was given information that NORNIR is here in Mountainguard… and I'm going to find them and put them to justice… And this here, it's hopefully my first clue to get to them…” "NORNIR?" Destiny looks at Blake, tilting her head a little. "Really? That's a pretty big thing for someone like you to go against." "NORNIR's a dumb name," was Reno's helpful interjection. "Trust me... I understand that, but it's the opposite of VALKRYIE from what I'm told..." Blake sighed, not expecting much from Reno's interjection. However... "You know about them?" he asked Destiny, now genuinely intrigued at the girl. She simply shrugged. "Army of the Stars were in talks with them for a bit there. Didn't end up going anywhere in the end.” Army of the Stars? Blake made a mental note of that… scratch that, he shuffled to his bag and grabbed a notebook, immediately writing down "Army of the Stars", underlining it a few times. For posterity sake, he even added Destiny's name down on the same page as well. Perhaps talking and or interrogating them might prove helpful. Either way, if these individuals could give him any sort of clue on what NORNIR was doing in this place, he would take it. He was honestly surprised he was able to explain this within the time-frame they had, because when he finally finished, the elevator lurched to a stop. The stumbling of Reno was a bit comical, but only because Blake had his stumble earlier… fair was fair, he figured. Nevertheless, Blake watched the elevator doors slide open and revealed… his heart sank. While it was a cavern-like room, it wasn't a secret base or the like… no, it was a room with a large ring in the center of the room. A wrestling ring… or one about twice the normal size of a regular one… Blake couldn't help but be disappointed at this revelation. After all that… the potential of my first clue… Blake thought, watching apparently Terry performing some wrestling maneuvers just to land in the middle of the ring, his back towards them. ...that's all on me, I suppose. This is what I get for assuming… He rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly not thrilled about any of this right now. He'd be more in a sour mood IF he didn't have some sort of heading about NORNIR from Destiny, so maybe that was better than a secret base. Reno seemed to cut the silence at this point. "So does NORNIR run a wrestling company, or is that new?” "...sadly not..." Blake composed himself, before shaking his head slightly. He then proceeded to clear his throat a bit. “Soooooo is this like Fight Club or would that be the top floor?”

Although the front kick that the Nightwalker was performing towards Ziun was telegraphed... it was more frightening than if it wasn't. It's arc towards him shook the bard to his core... fear for his life... that must've been what he was feeling right now. Luckily for him... someone snapped him out of his stupor. "Ziun do something about this thing!" Ziun glanced in Lana's direction, seeing the Shadow chasing after her... and he glanced back at the Nightwalker. Was she for real right now? Back to his senses, he dodged to his right, to avoid the kick... which thankfully he succeeded. "I'M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!!" he shouted, a bit on the dramatic side if anyone would think. Nevertheless, once the kick was dodged, he took the opportunity to grab the Nightwalker's ankle with the vines. It took hold and that was one less thing he had to worry about. "Alright... now for that!" Ziun huffed, firing off a few icicles at the Shadow. The Shadow was hit... but simply lurched a bit... but that was it. He took the moment to disengage from the Nightwalker, throwing more icicles at the Shadow... even though they seemed to do nothing else. Thankfully he did disengage, as he heard the vines snapping... "Oh wonderful..." he muttered. There was something they were missing... Ziun had that feeling, he just didn't know WHAT that something was. How did those Shadows really take to their attacks? Seems physical attacks may not do much... he thought, remembering the moments he pelted some with icicles and the bee, plus seeing what Lana and even Chris had going on with their assaults. Illusions can pacify them... but once it ends up breaking... they're back to whatever mode they return to... They were out of options presently... no physical attacks nor illusions to really keep them in place. He lamented not having access to anything else that could truly stop them. Ziun had one other option... but it was a stupid idea. What if... what if they were simply under the impression they had to kill the Shadows? This dungeon had a weird way of doing things... so maybe...? The bard exhaled slowly, moving his way in the path of Lana and the Shadow... putting himself between the two of them. My sweet Goddess of Poetry and Music... please be with me... and not let this be my final melody played in life...

Its a bit too squeaky but my god I was jamming 8/10 don't look at me like that