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Word Bearers Sergeant in Mark V Heresy Armour

Автор - sepphyr (Laura Anderson)

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I'm redesigning the guardians from The Legend of Spyro games, as they were my introduction to Spyro series and the ones that I personally grew up with.
Playing the Reignited trilogy and seeing all the wonderful new dragon designs inspired me to come up with designs for what the guardians would look like in the Reignited style...

"Let's handle this like men."

FrostNova: Tell me about her, Doctor.

Doctor: She told me she's had a difficult life. Her power of emotional absorption destroys people. And any person she touched would grow Originium faster.

Doctor: What saved her mind was her desire to help the infected. She wandered about, gaining followers. Eventually, she accepted without question her place: A demon king.

FrostNova: A violin... What that hers?

Doctor: Yes. She couldn't play anymore. All the minds she touched ruined her sense of rhythm. So she told me to keep it, asking me to forgive her for her decision.

Doctor: Then I invited her to Rhodes Island. She laughed. She told me of a dream while she was unconscious. We were walking on a beach, hand in hand. She fussed over her beach wear, hoping I would like it. She said it never made sense for someone she just met... but this life never made sense either. Why hold back?

“Let’s face it, Chara did some weird stuff when we were kids.”

I imagine Chara to be good at drawing (since there’s a picture of a flower they drew back at new home) and would draw Asriel like that just to piss him off.

Ну и как это не запостить без того самого монолога

OK. That's what I'll do. I'll tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in fear of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves...sacrificed themselves to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh you like to think you're a God! But you're not a God! You're just a parasite eating out of jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them! And the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow so...so...come on then. Take mine. Take my memories. I hope you've got a big appetite. Because I have lived a long life. And I have seen a few things. I walked away from the last great Time War, I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out. Moment by moment until nothing remained, no time, no space, just me! I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man! And I have watched universes freeze and creations burn! I have seen things you wouldn't believe! I have lost things you will never understand! And I know things! Secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken! Knowledge that would make parasite Gods blaze! So come on then! Take it! Take it all baby! Have it! You have it all!

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I loved Rarity in her detective outfit.  I realized that she had a potential foe already in the show: Cheerilee.  Her 'Smooth Criminal' hat gave me the perfect excuse to create a little cat n' mouse game with our resident ponies. 

Frenetic.  The past two days were just that.  She was hot on my tail and no matter what I did I just could not shake her.  By now I’m sure she has a good idea of who it is she's pursuing.  Not that I’d stop to ask her.  No, my only goal was to stay one step ahead of her, literally and figuratively.  But Sweet Celestia, she was making it difficult.

This whole mess began a week ago.  I had stopped in Twilight’s castle to borrow a book.  The princess was out so I spoke to her assistant.  Spike took my request with all the enthusiasm and attention of baked potato learning calculus.  I had clearly interrupted some other task or activity of his.  Now, either I misinterpreted the rules on returning the book or he simply offered a shoddy explanation.  That remains to be determined.

I took the book, expecting to return it in two weeks’ time.  Somehow, none of that was not conveyed to Twilight. 

I had taken the book with me when I had gone to visit a friend in Canterlot.  It was there that I discovered that I was a suspect. I overheard gossip at a local cafe: One of the princess's favorite books had been stolen.  Well isn't that just fine?  I retreated to my hotel room, paranoid that everypony knew I was a fugitive.  I paced, trying to calm myself.  I looked out the window.  Then I saw her.  In the square below she stood out quite well in her detective outfit.  That silly thing.  Yet I knew she meant business.  I left in haste.         

I would be remiss if I failed to mention that I am wholly unaccustomed to being pursued in such a manner.  Yet here I am, racing through dank alleyways in a part of Canterlot barely fit for Diamond Dogs.  The posh and glamour of the city during the day dissipated into a fog of debauchery and grime during the night.  How quaint. What worried me more than the grim and shady characters was that I found enjoyment in being chased.  There was a thrill that teaching just couldn't provide. 

I found I had to do more than just keep moving.  Like a changeling at a costume party, I had to be everypony.  Disguises became my friends.  This little getup you see here is quite fetching, if I'm being honest.  But fashion talk will have to wait.  At this point I simply want to get back to Twilight before Rarity can find me.  Then I'd win.

I could easily explain the situation to Twilight.  She's amenable and forgiving of misunderstanding.  Rarity, however, would be less likely to believe such a tale.  Congenial and understanding is her natural state.  When she plays detective, however, she becomes less hospitable to stories and alibis, no matter their veracity. I’m not allowing myself to be turned in like some common criminal.  Therefore, I run.