Calming yourself with a deep, meditative breath, you focus on the link you have forged with your Master. He is not terribly far away, though most certainly not within the clinic. In such a dangerous locale as this… city, it is not appropriate for you to not be by his side, and so with purpose in mind, you stride towards his presence, out the door to your room and out the door of the clinic.
When you enter the residential region you are once again assaulted by the magnitude of presences around you. The sensation is manageable however, thanks to the stabilizing presence of your imprinting. Your brain chemistry will also take some time to be adversely affected by the lack of your medications. You aren't so much concerned by their removal as you are that your Master did not first try to clarify their purpose.
That's what a failure like you deserves.
Your Master will return your medications within an acceptable timeframe. You honestly are more concerned with the status of your sidearm and survival tool. Given his medical background, your Master may be much less willing to return those items. This point of concern is highlighted as you pass an alley you may have used as a shortcut had you been distracted. The alley features a pair of thugs brutally beating somebody for some manner of overdue payment if the cries are to be believed.
This really is a disgusting place you realize, before continuing on your way. While you do not come upon any more such scenes, it remains clear that this is not a reputable neighborhood. Such an issue makes you somewhat concerned for your Master's safety, considering he is not a newtype. You make a mental note to address such concerns with him later, as you sight him purchasing some manner of food sustenance from a cheap looking stall on the side of the walkway.
Dutifully striding up next to him, you stand at attention and state your readiness, "Ple Eight, requesting orders Master."
He turns aside and seems somewhat baffled as he sips from his soup cup. You don't need to be a newtype to understand he is surprised to see you. "Ah. Ple, this is unexpected. Did one of the nurses give you my address?" He seemed momentarily concerned that those around him would have an issue with this conversation, given the hour though, most seem engrossed in either headed to places of work, or getting morning business out of the way.
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Also, due to my tardiness, and the relative brevity of the update, have an amusing plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone as I wrote this.
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The purple creature's forced cheer carried an odd sense of duty, one that you could almost respect. Still, between her actions and the continuing loathing from her pet/assistant/thing from across the room your glare remained strong. Your Master's orders though were clear, they were not to come to any harm, and you were to learn from them.
"Yes, the accommodations will be sufficient. Where shall I place my gear?" you icely respond, bringing a slightly awkward smile to the face of the telekinetic beast. The reptilian assistant quickly saw fit to voice complaint with your acquiescence however.
"Oh come on you can't really be okay with this?! Why are we letting that thing stay here? Its obviously a trick." He stated incredulously, "Didn't you say she kicked you in the face and tried to strangle you!?"
"She reconditioned my Master!" You counter, throwing a harsh glare at the insolent reptile. Even as you drop your duffel and walk over to loom over him. "It was a perfectly reasonable response."
"It was Nightmare Moon!" He states, not backing down despite your significant size and weight advantage. Your Master insisted you came unarmed, likely an intelligent decision considering your urge to place a hand on your absent sidearm. It seemed to make your intimidation factor insufficient.
"It was my Master! It was her mind!" Reconditioning was not something to be wielded by fools like the creature edging itself between you and the bipedal reptile.
"Hey hey hey, cut it out you two, Princess Luna trusted me with this, so come on, friendship. Frieeendshiiip." The techni colored beast of burden insisted, reminding you that again, yes, your Master desired for you to learn of 'Friendship' and 'Culture' with this 'Twilight Sparkle.'
"I am already quite familiar with the concept of camaraderie and trust. However my Master's orders were clear, so I shall submit to your remedial lessons for now."
"Oh what a load o-" The obese iguana quickly found himself muffled by the forelimb of your… caretaker.
"Great, well, let's get right to it then." Seemingly pulling a scroll from nowhere, as if by magic, Twilight consulted the list before ostensibly beginning her lesson. "First thing on the list, introductions. I'm Twilight Sparkle, Librarian for the Ponyville Library, I make sure our knowledge is properly catalogued and used. I'm also Princess Celestia's personal student."
"Ensign Ple-Eight, Soldier of the Zeon Forces, I follow the will of my Master. I have thirty confirmed kills and am proficient in close range combat and psycommuno weaponry."
"Hoo boy." The librarian muttered to herself, before reluctantly making a check on the list.
"This is going to be a looong day." The misshapen football's thoughts for once mirrored your own.
