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no_vampires_plz) wrote2012-07-03 05:20 pm
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It's About Time, part 2.5: Journey to Tartarus
As the three humans, one Hyrulian, one unicorn, and one demon-dog press forward, the character of the woods around them changes. The undergrowth gets denser, the canopy above lets in less light, and the flora in general is much more... exotic than what one usually sees in the woods by the lake.
"Now, I know that the pathway to Tartarus starts somewhere in this general area," says Twilight. "But I don't know of its exact location. It's not something that ponies really want to advertise."
"Now, I know that the pathway to Tartarus starts somewhere in this general area," says Twilight. "But I don't know of its exact location. It's not something that ponies really want to advertise."
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The one she just struck, however, explodes in a brief but blinding blast of yellow-green light.
Twilight yelps and shields her eyes with one forehoof.
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"Well, these bugs are certainly something new to me," she comments.
She toes the remains of her carpet.
"And now at least the family has an excuse to go carpet shopping. Better it than us."
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"I'm starting to think I should've stayed at home," he says--though his tone indicates he thinks no such thing. Maybe he's not gifted with magic, and maybe there's nothing he can do in the end, but it's always nice to have a friend along for the journey, right?
...assuming they are friends.
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"...Link, you wanna carry the bag now?"
Moon Shadow's asking this as he holds up the bag of jerky as softly as he can. Someone's got to lead Cerberus, and 84..
Well his eyes are still smarting from the punch to the bugs.
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"I can't keep this up for very long," she grunts. "We need to run."
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Unfortunately, he has to slow down to a jog now and then to stop from running out of breath.
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He's just going to hold onto the giant dog's back for now, Cerberus lumbers towards the scent and sound of the jerky. If those bugs would just....find something else to harass.
How many of those flares did he use up with the Mandrake?
-fhnt!- -fhnt!- Two rockets flare back down the tunnel, back the way they came from, blazing brightly.
"Pleaseworkpleasework."
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The narration doubts anyone will look that closely, though.
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"You wanna walk for a bit or fly again?"
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It takes a little of a balancing act to stand up so she can grab his harness again and they can light the way down the tunnel.
"I'm out of flares anyways."
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She takes two small, wrapped orbs from her bag. They look (and feel) a bit like blue bath beads. Mia unwraps one for herself and holds the other out for Twilight
"These give you a boost of magic energy in case you can't afford to wait for it to naturally build up again."
She pops the starlight in her mouth.
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84's getting a couple for herself, just in case she gets separated again, since she's the one nice enough to carry him.
"...those sound really handy."
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"If I have to drop you quick like, would you prefer the ground or Cerebus again? Uless there was lava, then I'd know where to put you. Are you sure you don't want to fly? Those wings of yours looked really big on the soccer field."
Someone might be a little nervous again.
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Sure the giant dog the size of a house can fit easily enough...but propelling him is another story entirely.
"Not without hitting people, or the walls anyways. Don't worry, you're doing great, just like when you helped take on Brigman."
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"Is it just me, or is the ceiling getting lower?"
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"Is Cerberus still getting through all right?" she asks, glancing ahead to the canine.
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There's a good chance Cerberus could probably crawl or squeeze through if the ceiling continues to get lower.
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Twilight stops short.
There's no question of why. Everyone's looking up, and everyone else just saw the ceiling move.
Something is crawling along the ceiling of the tunnel. Something so impossibly massive that, were it not moving, it could be (and indeed was) mistaken for the ceiling itself.
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