Funny Little Feelin' [Closed]

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

((Just Ask-Open because I want to know where I can fit you when we hit the 'good' bits! Don't want anyone left out.))

There was a blur as an energetic zebra rocketed down the streets of Residential District West with a smile plastered across his face. Around his shoulder was his regular satchel he used for carrying an assortment of random crap ranging from some pencils and paper to the essentials like food and water. Nevertheless, the zebra didn't lapse in concentration as he flew down the streets and around corners. Such a mistake could end more than badly at these speeds.

Leaning back on the board a bit and hopping of, he broke into a trot after dropping back onto all fours. The zebra slung the board over his shoulder as he slowed his trot down to a slow walk. He took a breath as he waited near a apartment in wait.

He was supposed to meet some other ponies here before he made his rounds around the district. The zebra reasoned that it would probably be better to go alone so as not to attract as much attention, but some of the other's disagreed. For some reason they seemed a bit on edge compared to the spiky maned zebra. The zebra just waited for the others as he took inventory of his bag a few times over. For now he would wait at the rally point for the others until they proceeded to the intended meeting place.

"Really making something more complicated than it should be..." Xarith said to himself. They would be lucky to make it to the meet before curfew.

Maybe he should of stayed home and taken a nap instead...

((Anyone can join mind you. Rebel's especially.))

[Hark]

A few yards from the apartment, a unicorn mare of average size was laying down, almost appearing as if she were sleeping. Her face almost radiated tiredness- her eyes were just about half open, though that was just about it that was visible. Her muzzle was nuzzled safely in between her forelegs, which were placed over each other. She stirred slightly as the blur of black and white appeared down the street. To her surprise, it gradually became larger and larger... until the form of a zebra was made.

She promptly lifted her head upon his arrival at the apartment, and she squinted her eyes toward his actions of repetitive checking. Her own saddlebags were strewn not but four inches from where she was, tightly secured though bulging.

Her mane and coat had a particular look of unkemptness to them- and neither looked like they had been washed in days. It was one of those months, where no patients came her way and all she had was her income from the textile mill, which was not nearly enough to pay her rent. A sound similar to a cough was what she produced, in hopes of grabbing the zebra's attention.

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Xarith dropped a small flask of water on the sidewalk as the sound of a cough pierced through the silence of the street. The zebra wasn't expecting anything in this area. Quickly turning around and facing the apartment, he loosened his grip on the two metal bars hiding within his coat sleeves.

"Hello..?" the zebra asked hesitantly.

[Hark]

She exhales slowly. Closing her eyes for a few moments, she savors a brief rest before what may become a grueling ordeal. Jolting her eyes open again at the conclusion of the zebra's voice, she inhales in a terse manner.

Standing slowly, her mane would be the one part of her that didn't blend in to the building behind her. If one were to pay attention to detail, they would notice her legs trembling slightly, fatigue all too noticeable in her drooping form. Levitating her saddlebags onto herself, she started for the zebra, a half-grin forming on her face. Oh, what she could do with him.....

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Picking his stuff up from the ground, the zebra tightened the straps securing his belongings to himself. Xarith then slowly walked around the apartment ready for whatever was around. This area wasn't too dangerous, but it was really close to curfew and Xarith couldn't take any chances.

Being paranoid is fun.

[Hark]

Drawing closer to the zebra, she attempted to stick close to him. Rounding the apartment, she remained unsteady on her legs due to fatigue. However, she kept to his slow pace, however hard it was for her. The shadow that the building cast in the alleyway almost caused her coat to disappear in the twilight.

After about thirty seconds, she began to experience a fit of coughing, lasting for a few seconds. The sound of hoofsteps clop-clop-clopping against the cobblestone continued again as she moved on.

Then, after a few more seconds, she encountered a puddle. Misplacing her foreleg by just a bit, she slips, falling straight onto the ground, chest flat against it, as well as her muzzle. Her breathing became heavy, and it was an oh-so-nice cold spot on the ground.

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Xarith had the sneaking suspicion that something was up. His fight-or-flight instincts had flared up as he walked around in search for the coughing sound. His body ready to spring into action at the moment of trouble, whether that be in combat or yet another high speed chase.

His nerves we calmed though as the familiar sounds of hoofsteps was accompanied by the same coughing Xarith had heard earlier. The zebra turned on his hooves and quickly made his way to the source of the sounds.

He rounded a corner just to see the figure of a pony fall face first into a puddle. Quickly trotting over the zebra kept telling himself that napping would of been a great idea.

[Hark]

She was laying there, flat upon the ground- muzzle in the puddle of water, her eyes closed. Due to fatigue, she had fallen asleep in the puddle. Her saddlebags had fallen off, the left-hand bag's contents spilling onto the ground. There was a canteen of water, a tome damaged to near illegibility, and most interestingly, a short-bladed weapon sheathed in a sheath of leather, among some supplies associated with medicine. Some bandages, a scalpel, and a few vials of off-colored liquid, some shattered, lay on the ground.

Did I forget to focus on the weapon? Well its a weapon, and weapons are illegal. Suture didn't look like she was going to un-sleep herself any time soon.

[Atriark]

Atriark wanted to get out one last stroll before curfew. For the most part, he upheld gryphon laws. No point in getting himself killed or risk getting killed just because he disliked a law. The only time he did, was when Zuberi asked him to. And that was usually to break curfew to make a medicine drop.

Mostly Atriark stayed inside, tending to the wounded rebels and non-rebel ponies. The gryphon's were harsh and inacted their laws swiftly and without emotion. Sometimes, he shuddered to think White was one of them.

The small runt of a zebra turned into the west residental district. He never liked either district, and the west one more so. It felt...untamed to him. After walking a bit, he headed down an alley and saw a zebra (He always enjoyed seeing other zebras in Manehattan.). Then he saw a pony face down on the ground.

His medical training took over and Atriark rushed to the two. "What happened? Is she okay?" he asked in a hurried but calm tone.

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Xarith had no clue what he was doing.

He stared blankly at the mare who lay on the ground in front of him.

He quickly scooped all of the contents of the mare's saddlebags taking extra care to hide the weapons deep in the bag. The last thing he needed was the griffs on him tonight. He then looked around a bit to see if anyone was around to assist him. He really didn't want to mess around with a life. He was not the greatest with treating anything besides a costumer.

Lucky for him though, his mindless, pointless inner rambling was ended when he saw another zebra rushing over to the two of them with a purpose in his stride.

...

Well then.

[Hark]

Completely and absolutely unconscious, Suture hardly moved excluding for the steady rise and fall of her chest. Unable to act nor respond. Not to the speaking zebra, nor the zebra re-arranging her carefully organized saddlebags. To remove the evidence of her being there.

Although she was unconscious, she was almost uninjured. A scrape here and there, the trademarks of a textile worker. They almost littered her body. However, she still maintained a look of half-decency. Hell, her grey coat was evenly toned!

... Well, at least she wasn't visibly injured. Maybe she was injured. Maybe she wasn't. The world may never know...

[Atriark]

"You," Atriark said, poking the other zebra placing items in the mare's bag in the shoulder. "tell me your name then tell me what happened as far as you know. I don't want you to skimp on the details. This may just be simple exhaustion, or it may very well be some sicknes. So, you aren't going anywhere till I decide what it is."

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Xarith just piled the last bit of the mares things into the saddlebag. He then turned to the new zebra who had shown up. Surprised though when the new zebra started to bombard him with these questions.

"Uh..." the zebra said quietly.

...

"Well I just sort of rounded the corner to see this mare fall flat on her face and spread all the things in her saddlebags over the alleyway. I just came over to see if I could help..."

Xarith just looked away for a bit before looking back with a red face. "Actually if you didn't show up, I didn't know what I would of done..."

[Atriark]

Atriark bends over the unconscious pony and places a hoof on her neck. She had a strong pulse, good. Next, he placed a hoof on her side, on the ribs. She was breathing okay and Atriark couldn't detect any abnormality. But he would need some medical equipment to be sure. Really, his initial check hadn't come up with anything out of the ordinary. So Atriark reached his head into a small bag on his side and fished out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the lid and dumped it's contents on the mare's head.

[Hark]

Suture twitched. Water wasn't something she'd expected. However, she didn't react as violently as expected for one in her position. Just a twitch was all she did, a full-body spasm in response to the sudden change in temperature and moisture around her head.

"Celestia damn you... Five more minutes.." she said in a weary voice, not bothering to open her eyes just yet.

Well, eventually she figured that not opening her eyes was a bad idea... being caught in the street close to curfew was a bad idea. So, she decided to let light flow into her pupils once more, wincing slightly at the sudden change in light. Sure, she could go a few more hours. What could possibly happen?

Anyway, she immediately scanned her surroundings with pivoting eyes, finding she was indeed not in a street anymore- she was in an alleyway, with two zebras. Huh... Zebras...... Wait what?!

She jolted to a start, moving to a position akin to sitting, intrigued, but at the same time panicked. "So... Uh.. In the name of Luna, why are you here?"

[Atriark]

Atriark chuckled a bit at the mare. He capped his water bottle and replaced it. "You were unconscious ma'am. This stallion found you and I found you both a short time later."

[Hark]

"Uh.."

Suture had nothing to say, no response. That was odd- she always seemed to have a retort to whatever someone said toward her. And unconsciousness? How in the name of Celestia did that happen?

Glancing about once more, she turned her head to the speaking zebra. "Well.. thanks.." she said, a sort of off-handed and insincere response, sadly all she could muster. "I, uh... need to be somewhere safer than here..."

She began to trail off, confusion reigning supreme for the moment in her mind, as grogginess took a side rule along with fatigue for an overall... off-style Suture.

[°๖ۣۜXarith]

Xarith couldn't help but wonder why this unicorn was here in the first place. Why was anypony out this late in the west district? This place was arguably worse than its siter district. The zebra just looked at the mare in confusion much matching her own stare, albeit a bit more aware. Trying to be a bit helpful, the zebra tried to help the mare up.

"Well we all have to get somewhere safer. Almost curfew," the zebra said jokingly trying to smooth out the situation.

[Atriark]

Atriark looked at the other zebra, who he still hadn't gotten the name of. "I don't know anyplace close by." That was sort of a lie. There was a hide out spot in the West District, but it wasn't nearby.

[Hark]

Wracking her still confusion-addled brain, Suture couldn't think of anything for the life of her. "Nowhere nearby..." she said, hopelessness taking reign in her voice.

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