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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 8:48 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 9:29 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 11:06 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 11:17 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 11:35 am
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B: We work the marshmallows.
Like a bloodhound on the prowl, the faintest hint of delicious, over-processed sugar had Boysenberry Pie's snoot shoved straight into the ground. Huffing and snuffing, tail twitching sporadically in the air, she crawled around the campsite. Ears flicking, backtracking and circling around the fallen tents, completely shoving herself beneath phonies, undeterred by their mass in the way of her mission.
There! There it is! She leapt into a perfect point, snout extended towards the dainty, fallen mini-marshmallow, one forehoof curled towards her body, tail arched in the air.
"Marshmallow! MARSHMALLOW ALERT." It was possibly the most important clue this whole dang trip has given them. Who could just drop a marshmallow? A monster, that's who!
"C'mon, I smell more marshmallows!" Boysie impatiently danced in place, hooves picking up and smacking back down onto the forest floor in impatient little jumps. Someone needs to take this sugary bloodhound for a dang walk.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 1:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 2:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:08 pm
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B: We work the marshmallows.
"Maybe you can grab someone before the mothpone makes off with them," Catwalk snickered softly, lifting her front hooves and making a soft 'ooOooOo' sound. Clearly, she did not believe it to be a monster. There were all sorts of flutters. How was this any different?
The debate that broke out prompted the small Phony to heave a sigh. There was actually no winning in either decision - logically, a flying Phony's hoof-prints will disappear in flight, just as logically that marshmallows would run out or be picked up by scavengers.
"Marshmallows," she threw her two cents out without much caring if anyone heard. "If it's a mothpone, it can fly, so we're gonna run out of hoof prints. If we wait much longer, we'll lose the 'mallows, too."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:20 pm
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A: We keep working the tracks.
Everyone had fairly cogent points, and if they didn't then they had no shortage of enthusiasm for whatever vote they offered. Crypt Keeper found himself struck with indecision, aware of pros and cons for both sides. Ultimately, however, the decision seemed clear.
"There's a higher chance the bag of marshmallows were just dropped somewhere and we would get lead into a dead end, or that they run out before we find anything useful." He frowned as he said this, not liking to dampen spirits; there was still a chance it could work but the risk seemed too high. "If we keep following the tracks, we have a better chance of keeping up. Even if the Mothpone flies, there's other ways to track him. Bent branches. But there's more tracks than just his," Crypt gestured to the much smaller set of prints, "If someone else is lost we need to make them a priority too."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:57 pm
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B: We work the marshmallows.
Ooooooooo, spooky! Riot wasn't particularly moved by the cameras, lights and black moving shapes could very easily be flashlights in the distance, or a weird deer. Deer, as a concept, were weird. She didn't know how anyone was more afraid of ghosts than they were of deer, weird spindly not-ponies with empty eyes who occasionally eat raw meat. She was much more afraid of the creepy things that lived in the wood that she COULD see.
But snagging a peek at the footage Rising Sign collected was all she needed. There was a pony, with a face and a body and a tangible presence, perfect for punching for causing all this trouble. She ground her hooves into each other threateningly. She was bout to beat up whatever goth flutter thought this whole mess was funny.
The hoofprints were all they had to go on, but with a fork in the road she didn't even consider them for one more second. If they were after some 'mothpone' then chances were it was flying, and if it had snatched those marshmallows then this was the best lead they had.
Well that and she really didn't want to abandon Boysie in the middle of the woods to comb over marshmallow evidence and possibly run into a disgruntled raccoon.They'd stumbled into the dreaded scooby doo "splitting up" folly too many times that night.
Not at all because she was real soft on Boysenberry and a sucker for people who gave her food. Heavens no.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 6:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 7:28 pm
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