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Quest For Equality (My Little Pony)

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[X] Find a Clinic
-[X] Attempt to regain composure, after you get to the Clinic
-[X] KEEP TRIXIE ALIVE!!!!
 
X] Find a Clinic
-[X] Attempt to regain composure, after you get to the Clinic
-[X] KEEP TRIXIE ALIVE!!!!

This place isn't real, we must beware of fae foods and their like.
 
Now I'm not saying Fair Folk, but simply entering got Trixie sick means that there is something Otherly about this place. Beware of gifts, No real names, be polite and such.
 
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Story Post 8: Clinic
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    • [] Find a Clinic
    -[] Attempt to regain composure, after you get to the Clinic
    -[] KEEP TRIXIE ALIVE!!!!

    Regarding A Clinic​

    I tried to calm down. Breathe in. Breathe ou. Againt. I didn't know where or how I knew about it, probably skimming after some nondescript book, but the method worked. Or at least, I liked to believe so. I could think better, so that's that.

    I took another deep breath, and stepped forth from my spot. The filly shivering on my back was the only thing I felt as I focused on the streets' signs and landmarks, hoping against everything that I would find a hospital. A clinic, even.

    A blue stallion caught my eyes. His eyes were sunken and blank, whilw his smile was strained. He jumped in startlement when I stopped before him, something resembling life seemed to enter him for the first time.

    "Whoa, careful there, girl!" He hollered out of surprise.

    "No time!" I practically hissed, and the stallion leaned away with wide eyes. "Where's the Clinic?"

    He blinked. Somehow, against all reason, he managed to make the act unbearably slow. "The Clinic?" He repeated.

    My eyes twitched. Trixie's tiny hooves tightened around my barrel as a whimper escaped her. "Yes, the Clinic. This town has it, yes? Where is it?"

    "The..." the stallion trailed off, before his face contorted in pain. "The..." he closed his eyes. "I... don't..." he stepped back, and I had to crush the urge to shake him as I quickly crossed him off as a lost cause.

    Before I could ask another pony, something clicked on his face. The pain was gone. The sunken eyes, with the strained smile returned as he looked forward, took a step forward. My incredulous and angry eyes met his, and he jumped in surprise.

    "Whoa, careful there, girl!"

    I growled, quickly bounding away from the stallion. A ditsy looking mare almost slammed by me. Almost, because she quickly jumped away with her wings. "Whoa..." her remark of surprise faded as she grimaced in pain.

    It took me a moment to realize the bulge on her belly. Pregnant. I thought briefly, that a pregnant mare shouldn't be doing that. Doing something extreme like jumpin hi in the air, I mean.
    Poor foal, forgotten before birth.
    Once she touched the ground, she winced again. Her hoof went to her belly, and horrified confusion took place on her face. "What... who..."
    Poor mare, forgetting her own flesh and blood.
    I grimaced, before bounding off to a random street. I didn't read the sign, but it was better than to stop and waste my time.
    You better hurry...
    Luck, it seemed, smiled upon me. And I smiled back through the huffs and puffs of my lacking stamina. There, sticking out from a building from the side of the road was a sign with a giant and thick red cross. Below it, 'ALABASTER'S CLINIC' was written in a slightly smaller blocky letters

    The smile fell when I laid my eyes upon the building.

    Abandoned and decrepit. The smell of rotten wood lingefrd into my nose. One of the mini steps leading to the porch was broken in to. The door was ajar, one of its hinge seemed broken from rust, tilting it somewhat. Its wire framed window seemed to be torn by something big and blunt.
    This is a mistake.
    All in all, not a very promising clinic. A change of smell made me scrunch my nose. Wafting from the clinic, it smelled like something sweet, copper, and rotten.
    Forgive me...
    I hesitated. The shivering filly on my back didn't help.

    [] Go in. Trixie needs help. Now.
    [] Don't go in. There got to be something else!
    -[] What?
    [] Write-In
    ​
     
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    • And what is wrong is something is messing with people's memories and there is something specifically wrong with the clinic.

    [jk] Go in. Trixie needs help. Now.

    Are you nuts?!

    [X] We are leaving!
     
    [X] TIME TO LEAVE!
    -[X] get out of the town, leave the wagon behind if necessary!
    -[X] if anyone tries to stop you, BLAST THEM!
     
    SoothingCoffee said:
    [] Find a Clinic
    -[] Attempt to regain composure, after you get to the Clinic
    -[] KEEP TRIXIE ALIVE!!!!

    Regarding A Clinic​

    I tried to calm down. Breathe in. Breathe ou. Againt. I didn't know where or how I knew about it, probably skimming after some nondescript book, but the method worked. Or at least, I liked to believe so. I could think better, so that's that.

    I took another deep breath, and stepped forth from my spot. The filly shivering on my back was the only thing I felt as I focused on the streets' signs and landmarks, hoping against everything that I would find a hospital. A clinic, even.

    A blue stallion caught my eyes. His eyes were sunken and blank, whilw his smile was strained. He jumped in startlement when I stopped before him, something resembling life seemed to enter him for the first time.

    "Whoa, careful there, girl!" He hollered out of surprise.

    "No time!" I practically hissed, and the stallion leaned away with wide eyes. "Where's the Clinic?"

    He blinked. Somehow, against all reason, he managed to make the act unbearably slow. "The Clinic?" He repeated.

    My eyes twitched. Trixie's tiny hooves tightened around my barrel as a whimper escaped her. "Yes, the Clinic. This town has it, yes? Where is it?"

    "The..." the stallion trailed off, before his face contorted in pain. "The..." he closed his eyes. "I... don't..." he stepped back, and I had to crush the urge to shake him as I quickly crossed him off as a lost cause.

    Before I could ask another pony, something clicked on his face. The pain was gone. The sunken eyes, with the strained smile returned as he looked forward, took a step forward. My incredulous and angry eyes met his, and he jumped in surprise.

    "Whoa, careful there, girl!"

    I growled, quickly bounding away from the stallion. A ditsy looking mare almost slammed by me. Almost, because she quickly jumped away with her wings. "Whoa..." her remark of surprise faded as she grimaced in pain.

    It took me a moment to realize the bulge on her belly. Pregnant. I thought briefly, that a pregnant mare shouldn't be doing that. Doing something extreme like jumpin hi in the air, I mean.
    Poor foal, forgotten before birth.
    Once she touched the ground, she winced again. Her hoof went to her belly, and horrified confusion took place on her face. "What... who..."
    Poor mare, forgetting her own flesh and blood.
    I grimaced, before bounding off to a random street. I didn't read the sign, but it was better than to stop and waste my time.
    You better hurry...
    Luck, it seemed, smiled upon me. And I smiled back through the huffs and puffs of my lacking stamina. There, sticking out from a building from the side of the road was a sign with a giant and thick red cross. Below it, 'ALABASTER'S CLINIC' was written in a slightly smaller blocky letters

    The smile fell when I laid my eyes upon the building.

    Abandoned and decrepit. The smell of rotten wood lingefrd into my nose. One of the mini steps leading to the porch was broken in to. The door was ajar, one of its hinge seemed broken from rust, tilting it somewhat. Its wire framed window seemed to be torn by something big and blunt.
    This is a mistake.
    All in all, not a very promising clinic. A change of smell made me scrunch my nose. Wafting from the clinic, it smelled like something sweet, copper, and rotten.
    Forgive me...
    I hesitated. The shivering filly on my back didn't help.

    [] Go in. Trixie needs help. Now.
    [] Don't go in. There got to be something else!
    -[] What?
    [] Write-In
    ​
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    Hora
     
    Ok, yeah.

    [X] TIME TO LEAVE!
    -[X] get out of the town, leave the wagon behind if necessary!
    -[X] if anyone tries to stop you, BLAST THEM!

    We go in there, something is going to want something of us. At the same time though, WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
     
    On one hand, I really want to leave town. Now. On the other - Did you see what the QM just posted?
     
    [X] despite your better judgment, you have to get Trixie help, now.
    -[X] try to keep her stable as best you can.
    -[X] run a diagnosis Spell on Trixie, find out what is wrong.
    -[X] if something attacks, blast it!
    -[X] go inside
     
    Figures.

    [X] Go in. Trixie needs help. Now.
    -[X] Remain Calm
    -[X] Watch out for anyone-or thing- getting too close


    I knew QM was just messing with us by letting us practice with shields. For they will do NOTHING.

    ShieldCrown for the last time, we are not TWILIGHT. We don't have diagnosis Spells. Starlight is probably midteens and has no medical training.

    Even then, what makes you think this is mundane and that we can do something about.
     
    Sivantic said:
    ShieldCrown for the last time, we are not TWILIGHT. We don't have diagnosis Spells. Starlight is probably midteens and has no medical training.
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    Well, we did manage to make a spell that can remove cutie marks, and Twilight (eventually) regards us as a magic prodigy not too far off from her. Some form of examination spell seems like something we'd possibly know.
     
    You do have a diagnosis spell, but it's mpre like pressing a stethoscope into one's chest other than a full x-ray. Most spells that Starlight learns are either butchered or broken.

    Even her CM Removal spell is not perfect.
     
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