Ask Fortunate Cookie

askbambina asked: As Bambina found herself faceplanting into what she assumed was thr ground after going through that hole... Thing... She gave a groan and rose to her hooves. She then noticed her surroundings and herself that she was: one, missing all of her little toys, and two, surrounded by others she hadn't met nor seen until now. Quickly before giving anyone a real chance to orient themselves, she began to ask questions, "Ok, in primo luogo fuori, who are you all and where am I exactly?" she asked anyone.

“You are in the Realm of Ah,” the spirit replied with a polite smile, though her eyes remained on the Arena, where the two medallions were placed down on the ground. “I am the Heir of Sun, but a name, I couldn’t give you one.”

The spirit gazed upon the mare.”A word of advice, young one. Keep your name as if it’s your greatest secret,” she turned to everyone. “That goes double for all of you. Forget your names. In Ah, there are no names. For if there is a name, you will be a slave.”

“So! Gorgeous? Could you enlighten me as to what is going on? I am fully aware of why I am here I just wish to know what… You know… Started this madness? What the goal of this quest is if there is any other than having a good time and seeing beautiful wisps?”

The spirit did not look amused, not at the slightest, but kept her composure rather calm. Perhaps she had dealt with many stereotypes like this. And she had to admit to herself, at one point, she was still looking good. Even in this form. “The madness never stopped existing. It had no start, not as far as I can recall. Imbalance, impurity.. these things are a part of life, which falls unto me and people like you to preserve what we can, contaminating our minds. As for your quest,” the spirit closed her eyes and shook her head, sending her flowing hair dancing as if she was underwater. “I’m afraid I don’t know. That is why I am here. I have to know what she’s up to.”

“Can you at least prepare us for what’s coming, what can we expect to happen on the next level? And is SHE as powerful as you are?”

“She is as eternal as I. She is the mirror I despise,” the spirits voice wavered, as if she had fallen into a memory, a trance. “I do not know what to expect, but I do know you are tested. She will not allow any weak minds to her void of a heart. My sister will try to locate you once you proceed. I don’t have much time left here, I’m afraid. The sun is setting, and I must return.”

“Stephen, stop trolling the spirit. aprt from that last question however, your queries are sound. I also have one more, if I may: Do you remember your name, Lady Blackeyes?”

“We have no names here. Names are powerful tools,” black eyes turned to focus upon Toy. “Names are not to tamper with, they are sacred and sanguine, just as the blood. Falling into the wrong grasp, you may end up losing everything.”

The spirit watched as Liana signed out her questions, and chuckled gently, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. “I possess all the knowledge that is touched by the sun, and I am as powerful as it’s rays. As for my horn,” she lowered her head towards the female with a smile. “Just no tugging.”

The sky rumbled, growling like a vicious beast. It still rained down heavily, but amidst the rain, two objects shot out from the maw in the sky, sending them like bullets in the middle of the arena. The spirit got up to her hooves, her face had grown stern in a flash of a second. “She awaits.” is the only word she says, and gestures the middle of the arena.

The maw in the sky closes up, it stops raining, but the dark clouds still swirl, like sharks waiting for their prey to get inside the water. In the middle of the arena stood two objects: Medallions. A Golden Crescent, and an Onyx Sun.

Which one to take?

((OOC: Send your pick via ask, with only Golden Crescent or Onyx Sun. There will soon be updates because HEY I GOT MY LENSES. Finally. The problem is, they’re bigger than the ones I used before, so it’s gonna take a little bit to get used to. Thank you for your patience, you guys are awesome ;u; If I missed anyone, kfdn I’m sorry ;; ))

The spirit maiden falls silent, her black eyes staring into the horizon as if she saw something. If one would look, they would see nothing but swirling, silvery clouds. The sort of clouds that weren’t there before, and it’s blatantly obvious that they’re not supposed to be there, judging by the spirit’s gazes upon them.

<What you can expect to happen is no different than the ones you’ve experienced before,> the woman finally speaks after remaining silent for a period, without taking her eyes off of the clouds that swirled about in the distance, slowly lurking towards the arena.(How could she even see anyway?)Her ethereal fingers drum against the arm of the throne, almost as if she was unnerved. Perhaps she was. <Nothing more, nothing less. These challanges are made by her to test who is worthy to show up in her court.> A disgruntled grimace darkens her face yet again, she didn’t look like she enjoyed talking about whoever this other female was. <She is as powerful as I am, perhaps even more in her home. I cannot proceed without you making way, nor can my sister. Though this may seem like a problem, it also means the Mistress cannot proceed towards you as well. Not directly,> her black eyes finally falls upon the group again. <And you should be thankful for that, Moontide.>

<I and my sister are here to aid you, for Lady Seer has tried, and had paid the price already,> the spirit turned her eyes towards Aperture, golden speckles shimmered briefly in her eyes. <We are here to reach the mistress, but we cannot do this without your aid. You must pave the way that leads to her.>

Another dead silence, broken by the sound of storm in the distance.

She draws closer with every minute.

<I cannot say her name. Infact, names of beings like us cannot be uttered, not without catching unwanted attention. See it as if it’s calling for someone, or listening to many conversations, focus to hearing one single name. I can say she is the exact opposite of what I and my sister stands for. She.. she was to be one of the balance set out for Equestria, but I should’ve known this idea had it’s fault,> the pain stricken maiden covered her face with her palms, her fingers rubbing at her horned forehead. <I should’ve known she would’ve turned and attempted to destroy the balance I’ve worked so hard for! And after she was banished, even worse! The swarms of undead that were put to rest, the acolytes of her brainwashed, how did I allow this to happen again!> The maiden wailed and raged on, her long spectral hair turning into a fiery blaze, the speckles of gold burning brighter, and then..

Then she calmed down.

<My apologies,>  she uttered almost silently, her voice carried a slight hint of embarassment. <Sensitive subject. I thought I had purged her from this world for good, but apparently I couldn’t. There’s only so much I can do as a single being. So much anyone can do when they face themselves. Only she had the upper hand, for she had no one she had truely loved, unlike myself. Thus, even the smallest bluff she made was a threat to everyone. What was worse that I knew she had to potential to do anything she said, because.. Because I had the power to do so, as well.>

<Remember one thing, all of you. She is good with words, and even better with threats. Her tongue is as sweet as honey and can subdue even the most vicious of dragons with nothing but a few words, to do her bidding> the spirit rested her head against her hand once more, her gold and white pulse slowly dimming. <If she wants something from you, she will get it. I will have to go soon, it seems. The storm draws closer,> her black eyes focused to the swirling clouds, now a rather large mass, slowly drawing up like a curtain over towards the arena. Like a hungry beast, it ate the sky, drowning it in a darker. An eyebrow arches up at the clouds, unsure what to make of it. 

<As for your question, Key,> the spirit got up to her hooved legs and stood up tall. She was taller than everybody within the group. <I’m no Helios, but I am close.>

The clouds raged and lightning crackled. The storm brewed swiftly and it began to rain. A heavy downpour. A red, ominious glow began to eminate from the bowels of the dark grey clouds, growing wider, pulsing with energy, like a heart hidden within the chest frame of the sky. Within seconds, the rain clouds tore in the middle, a broken rib cage being ripped open like a cage door. And through the portal, was flung a few shadows, down onto the arena ground.

((Welcome Shadowstep, Foxfire, Liana, Chris, Bambina, Foxglove and Questioner! You can now make your entrance, greet the first group, rummage for armor and weapons in the arena(this goes double for you, group one!) or throw questions at the spirit lady. Have fun!(If I’ve skipped anyone, please feel free to give me a poke. If anyone wants to join in with the second group, this is your last chance.)))

((While I’m at it, I won’t be able to draw for a little while because my contacts are torn and I have to get new ones. And for that, I need to go see a doctor, and I can’t do that until Tuesday. So.. you’ll have to make do with my typed out responses x_x This also means we won’t be proceeding to level 3 until I can see the world properly without having a massive headache again.))

The spirit chuckles and perches down atop the now vacant throne of Wraen, poking a hooved foot towards the pile of armor that had been piled next to the throne. Various types of weaponary - rather ancient looking - and armor in various colors sat there, clicking against the spectral push of the being’s hooved foot, collecting dust. Perhaps Wraen gathered these as trophies from the those who had fallen within the Arena. It was a high possibility. 

<Calm down, please, there is no need to rush. I’m not going anywhere, not just yet,> the being speaks, it’s head tilted up to the skies. A muted blue sky that’s slowly turning a pale red. Soon it would be time. < I am a name that shouldn’t be uttered within the bowels of a twisted mind,>  it begins answering, starting with Steven Key’s questions. <No spirit will have eyes within this realm. It is forbidden to see, so they’re gauged out. That aside, what gave you the idea that I had no eyes, dear?> the ethereal being rested it’s head against one of it’s hands, the elbow resting at the arm of the throne, a smile still intact upon it’s feminine face. <I have fused myself one with it’s spirit, and used him as a vessel.>

A playful grin shone on it’s face. <Nobody told me I couldn’t fix mechanic parts, so I did, darling. And as for your final question, I’d use my magic, and no scale would be even needed.> The last of it’s words came out melodic, as if it was singing out the words. < You never said I couldn’t use magic, either!> the golden spirit chuckled.

The lady’s face turned towards Toy. <Ofcourse I know of my name, as you know your own. But even if I whispered the name given to me at my birth, it would cause some rather awful troubles, and you do not wish to go through that just yet. But,> she lifted her free hand and waved it around, a golden sphere appearing within her palm, floating and glowing with energy. <You can say I’m the Heir of the Sun.>

Finally, her black eyes focused upon Kitty. <I will lead you to the next level, and when you have conquered that, you will be able to reach your seer,> her visage darkened with a grim emotion. <But I wouldn’t worry about where she is right now. I would worry about who she is with.>

Seems like the figure is still there, smiling. <You’ve all ben very brave, my children. Rest now, while we have time together,> the being shimmers and radiates a wave of golden light, healing the wounds each and everyone has recieved in a split second with a warm sensationg tickling at their skin/coat.

((Congratulations! Level 2 has now ended, and the group has unlocked a second spirit. Feel free to ask it questions, it will be here for a while before the portal for Level 3 opens up, and another choice will have to be made. Enjoy your calm moments, you’ve all earned it! :D))

“And only then the fear of weakness shall be shattered, all the darkness, vanquished, at the mercy of those who were brave enough to face them, and bring peace.”

As soon as Toy shattered his own mirror, the spectator revealed itself, and approached to the golem-stallion. <Child!> she had called out. <Come to me. Come to me and let us rid this shadow from it’s haunting,> her voice rung around, a gentle voice that would fill the minds of everyone within the arena. Her voice had no precise tone, but it left a feeling like one would have when they were exposed to the sunlight after being in the cold for so long. Her voice was warm, like the sun itself.

It approached towards the golem, and placed a gentle kiss atop his muzzle. Her figure dissolved into a thin, glowing mist of white and a pale gold, shrouding the stallion’s body before it become one with him.

Toy’s shoulder blades cracked and out bursted two sets of white wings, shining bright, and a unicorn’s horn emerged from his forehead. His eyes took a white glow as the fusion completed itself, merging the figure and Toy into one being.

“You shall torment these souls NO MORE, WRAEN!” his jaw opened on it’s own and let forth a fierce roar, bolting up to the sky as a trail of golden light followed him. His wings of light opened up on his sides as he illuminated the sky, turning it into a mixture of pale yellow, and baby blue. The melted hooves crackled with white energy.

“I CAST YOU BACK TO THE SHADOWS WHENCE YOU CAME!”

The sky tear into a white beam of light as the body of Toy took a dive towards what “he” had called Wraen. The armored shadow got up to it’s feet and let a roar, but Toy kept descending, energy crackling through the air like lightning. “No,” Wraen whispered, now with fear in it’s voice. “No. No! NO! YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BEAT ME! I AM-“

The hooves of Toy rammed against the armored chest of Wraen, shattering the thing’s entire body into tiny fragments. Like black, broken pieces of glass, Wraen’s remnants scattered around, it’s agonized howl echoing, then fading away.

As Wraen was destroyed, and Toy landed onto the platform where Wraen sat, the spectators within the colosseum vanished into thin air. The white figure that imbued Toy pulled itself away, the wings and horn on Toy vanishing, leaving Toy as how he was before.