mylittlejamjar | Sixth Scale - Visual/Action if you want to?? - Forward dated to dawn, tomorrow morning

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Sixth Scale - Visual/Action if you want to?? - Forward dated to dawn, tomorrow morning

[The scroll opens up to the sight of a snow fort. A rather large snow fort, really. To call it ornate would be far too kind, although it does range in what you could call complex. Its 'main' room seems to be the size of a moderately sized tree-house, and it's raised somewhat off the ground by a pillar of ice. It has a few smaller pillars with single 'rooms' on top of them, with the thing 'connected' together by a snow fence. It isn't exactly the sturdiest looking thing, considering it's all ice and snow, but it's impressive in its own sophomoric way. It also happens to be in the middle of the town, casting not an imposing shadow so much as an obnoxious and inconsiderate one. The thing is really more in the way of traffic and business than it is anything.

Considering how fast the construction was and the size of it, someone must have been up all night working on it. And they were.]

So. You see that? I made that.

[Pokey's heard before he's seen, turning the scroll towards him, his beady blue eyes dark and near red from exhaustion. Still, he's grinning like an obnoxious little jerk all the while.]

And, with it, I declare myself the king of winter, and the middle of town I guess. Doesn't matter what you call me so long as you call me 'sir', considering the middle of town is mine now. Don't worry, you don't have to pay a fee or anything to me, I'm that nice a guy. You just have to remember and talk about how great I am. How smart I am. How no one but me, Pokey Minch, could've done this.

I guess you could try and knock it down, but it'd probably be better to wait until spring. Thing is impenetrable, so you all better just deal with it.

[C'mon. Come on. Someone come try and knock it down, mess with him, get into a snowball fight or something or assault the thing. Even just come get angry at him. He's so bored and having maxed out the creation powers Mayfield left with its survivors has tired him even more, to the point of restlessness.

Do something. He is so damn bored it isn't funny.]

Oh. Hey. Bear. Offer still stands if you want to come run this with me. You can be co-ruler, or prince, or whatever of town square.

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Can't expect the same thing from everyone, and as far as 'prisons' go this is pretty tame. They'll probably bounce back and forth on it too, though some'll be more likely to just give up than others. Losers.

The horses here are pretty energetic and happy to try new things. I mean they're horses, they're dumb and easily startled but also eager. It shouldn't be too hard to rope them up into anything.

I think a lot of them are shell-shocked and on edge too. I got here at the tail end of some guy trying to block out the sun, though it'd just been some ploy to drag the thing keeping us here out. He got his butt kicked.

Concerning that, I've been meaning to ask. What is 'magic'? ... I'm not asking for a definition, but context. What does it mean here?

...It wouldn't be right to say that it's like PSI, but it can serve a similar function offensively and defensively. It seems more utilitarian here though, maybe even more than the way you can use PSI. They use it to help them make products, to help accentuate their 'technology' [You can almost taste the scorn in the way he phrases that], and even to control the way the world worlds.

For example, they move the seasons themselves, apparently. The winged ones control weather, the plain ones also work the earth and crops, and the ones with freaky horns just use 'magic' as a general concept.

It's all also built around lovey-dovey crap too, so it's kind of a bunch of junk, you ask me.

And the power that the rulers of this world have, the ones with both wings and horns, are beyond what all the other ugly horses are capable of. I've met an individual that embodied chaos, though there's no point in recruiting him, I feel.

Either way, I think compensating for my lost power is a priority, and I'm rather inclined to use the resources this world has to offer.

Him....? Oh, Discord. Yeah, he's pretty funny, but I don't think he's going to bother listening to anyone else.

[Him. Not Yg'baladoth, not yet at least. That's something good, Pokey supposes.]

I think the way they use magic will be hard on you, considering it requires friendship or some crap. I dunno, maybe you can fake it.

Either way, what do you need me to do?

Hm.

[Friendship, huh? That might be a problem. At its foundation, friendship is a social tool, but all the emotions that are invested into it, he feels, are trite. Some practitioners of magic in this world would probably argue that that's where it comes from, though. It disgusts him.]

This Maze Trotter event that the equines are so worked up over... It's like you said, they're "dumb, easily startled, and eager". No doubt these events were designed to cultivate "friendship" and teamwork in this world.

If we were to host an event of our own, one that brought out the selfishness of the horses here... even with my mental powers being at half capacity, influencing them would be child's play. I'd like you to start planning that out, given what you know of the equines, for one.

Edited 2014-12-07 03:43 (UTC)

[There we go.

It's not as if the response is a surprise, per se. Harvesting the worst parts of others, their cruelty and selfishness and cowardice...that was Giegue's way. It was how he was gaining power and paving the road for his invasion back in Eagleland, it made sense he'd try it here.

If Pokey's lucky, there'll be parts of Giegue's plan that he can exploit. That he can help keep from getting too bad, chances he'll have to inform others of what's going on and how to tread. Cheating Giegue immediately would be a terrible idea; if he wants any chance of this working, he'll have to give Giegue some room. Help carry out what he wants at least some of the way, making it look like more is being carried out then there is.

That's still luck based. Giegue might have something Pokey can't have any chance of intervening against covertly, let alone not just going to others to warn them. And he's trying not to. He's trying hard not to.

Because one of the lessons that Mayfield had taught him was, in the end, when it came down to things that were important? To who a person could be, or who could be saved or redeemed or good?

Who was he to judge someone.

Those thoughts race through Pokey's head as he smirks cruelly, placing his hands behind his head as he lays against one of the walls of his fort.]

Shouldn't be too hard. There's a lot of small businesses here, most of them local and most of them catering to pretty specific things so there isn't too much direct competition. Still, I don't think it'd be too hard to find some way to start arguments between them, get a little actual capitalism going on.

[Keeping up who he's supposed to be in Giegue's eyes isn't as hard as Pokey thought it might be.

Deep down, that worries him, at least a little.]

Edited 2014-12-07 03:46 (UTC)

And that's how we open the doorway in. If I could mobilize this world under my control, the entity that keeps us locked here... Calice? I'll be in a better position to fight it.

[He was glad to hear that his loyal second-in-command still had no qualms about the fates of the people here. Selfish, greedy Pokey, you're exactly as he left you regardless of whatever might have happened away from his influence.

Still, one couldn't be too certain.]

Ah, one more thing, Pokey. And this is very important: I want you to use your newfound power to recreate the Mani Mani Statue.

Edited 2014-12-07 03:59 (UTC)

Business as always, boss. We'll start seeing what we can do. Might help to create some businesses ourselves to 'corrupt' the ponies here too. Make a little cash, too.

[He wants to make an arcade here, now that Strong Bad has told him how its possible to maintain arcade cabinets. Might as well do it under the auspice of Giegue thinking he's trying to further plans.

The pit of his stomach doesn't just sink, but caves in at that last part. It's true: on a whole Pokey has no personal concern for many of the creatures here. Even now, the fate of perfect strangers doesn't bother him. He simply doesn't possess the empathy to immediately care.

But it'd be a lie to say there's no one he cares about here, and Pokey can only hope Giegue hasn't grown wise to the fact that there's a couple people here and there he socializes with.

Still, he smiles though it grows a little weaker, and shrugs.]

I can physically make it, sure. Don't think I can recreate its powers though.

Edited 2014-12-07 04:04 (UTC)

That would be my job. The materials necessary to rebuild the statue probably aren't here in this world, but that's a non-issue with your power. We can overcome that obstacle easily.

[For everything Giegue was capable of, creation just wasn't in his skill set. He could manipulate lives, bolster, control, or destroy, but not create. Clearly that isn't an issue now that his right hand man has the means to help compensate.

Giegue pauses just long enough to add to the tension.]

... But we can save that till we organize the event. I intend for it to be the centerpiece of our upcoming operations.

Edited 2014-12-07 04:10 (UTC)

[That gives him time. Maybe a little at least. And a little could help, no matter how small.

Still, he's getting more shaken. And it's harder not to make it noticeable.]

The event?

That's right, whatever it is. You're better suited to personally dealing with this town's ponies than I am. This is your show, Pokey.

[If thoughts had lips, that last line would have been spoken through an extraordinary sneer.]

Edited 2014-12-07 04:18 (UTC)

[Pokey can't begin to describe how happy he is that Giegue can't see him right now, or at least he's pretty sure Giegue can't, though he'd kept the smile on for as long as he could just in case. He's talking telepathically, after all. No reason to think he could see him.

Or Pokey hopes not, considering how much his face has fallen despite keeping his voice constant.]

Hey, I won't let you down.

You won't believe how much I've already got planned.

[He has no idea what he's going to do.]

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