mylittlejamjar | 4th Week: Incident [Visual]

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4th Week: Incident [Visual]

(The visual opens with a familiar, albeit jittery mare looking over her shoulders and rubbing her foreleg. She seems exhausted and nervous about something, but is doing her best to keep a straight face.)

How long has it been since the Pale Pony made her appearance? It feels different, like weeks have passed. I...can't remember anything past that day.

(Hey eyes keep moving about, frantically looking for something.)

I tried reading her thoughts that day, but she knew what I was doing. I couldn't read hers...but I heard the thoughts of so many others. So many voices crying out from within her. Countless voices...nngh!

(The Reaper winces, but shakes her head.)

...That is all.

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Kreutzer! Come to me with haste!
There is not one second to waste!

Zecora?

(Kreutzer does as she's told, unfurling her wings and making for the zebra's hut in the Everfree Forest, but her scroll is still recording.)

Is something happening?

Your return may be the key
To blocking the Pale Pony.

Me? I...don't see how, but if you think so, I'll do what I can.

If I can trace the path of your soul
Between when it left you and now when you're whole
Then perhaps I can find a way
To stop the Pale Pony's control of it someday.

Track when I've died and when I returned to pinpoint where it's been during that gap. Interesting...

(And quite clever, really. Leave it to Zecora to come up with a genius idea.

Kreutzer mulls over the idea during the rest of the way, even up to Zecora's door, where she knocks and waits.)

[Testament to the urgency Zecora feels, she practically flings the door open to haul Kreutzer in bodily. The hut has a large space cleared in the middle, with a circle drawn around it, to which Zecora drags the unicorn.]

Mind your step, this must not smear.
The circle must remain clear.

[Leaving her to get situated, Zecora hops the lines to begin ladling out a curious glowing-green potion from a cauldron.]

(Despite Kreutzer not being in the right mindset for pulling and dragging, she doesn't struggle against Zecora. Instead, she looks over the magic circle and the preparations the zebra has made in such short time.)

I...suppose I should stand in the circle, then?

(She rests a hoof on her shoulder, removing her cloak and placing it on the side of the hut.)

It will provide protection
And deflect detection.

[Carefully cradling the flask in her teeth, Zecora steps gingerly over to the circle, waiting for her to get settled.]

This should show us in the past
Where your soul went last.

(The unicorn nods and takes a careful step over the circle. She knows better than to disturb drawn magical circles, so with a nod, the Reaper folds in her wings and steps in the circle, waiting for Zecora to continue.)

[Nodding at her positioning, Zecora offers the concoction over, dark and serious. No jocularity or whimsy here. This could be key to any number of things.]

(Really, with how suspicious it looks, there's no telling what it could be...but Kreutzer knew one thing that made her doubts irrelevant: no matter what that concoction could be, it wouldn't be anything besides what Zecora wanted it to be.

With her position and role secured, Kreutzer takes a sip of the zebra's concoction.)

Tell me how that makes you feel.
Do things around you seem less real?

[She watches the pony closely, though for what, she isn't saying.]

I...

(She wasn't sure what to expect, but the girl begins feeling light headed. She brings a hoof to her forehead.)

It's...odd. I wouldn't say I'm hallucinating, but...it's almost like everything's a daze, a dream...

(She laughs a little.)

Funny. They say that life is the dream of the dead...

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