Delta's Days.

“So, do you want to talk about it?” He flinched a bit when he said talk, probably forgot that I can’t actually speak. I shook my head. “Are you sure? I have...lost someone before. I know what it feels like.”

+She is not dead.+

“Okay, do you know where she is?”

+No.+ He frowned a little again. If he keeps doing that he is going to start looking a lot older than he really is.

“So, your teleportation spel- er, plasmid didn't work?”

+It is basically a way of asking her to come to where I threw it. She is the one that teleports. Probably learned how from a dead Houdini splicer.+

He had a quizzical look in his eyes, obviously having no idea what I was talking about. “How does that work?” I shrugged in response. He had a deadpan expression on his face. “Your limited knowledge of your world is really aggravating, you know that?” At those words, I thought I would go ahead and blow off some steam.

I picked him up with my telekinesis plasmid, then ‘gently’ put him in the fountain in one swift motion. “Delta! Not cool.” His horn lit up then, and a large swirl of water started to float in front of him. I think I felt my eyes widen a bit before I started running.

I felt a large amount of water slam into my back, not with enough force to make me fall over, let alone hurt me, but it still put me off balance a little. Oddly enough a little of my eve regenerated due to the water being in contact with me, but I think it counted as elemental damage because a lot more regenerated than normal. I think I felt an evil glint come to my eyes, perfect payback time.

I turned around to see that he had more water with him, and that he was looking around for me. I placed a cyclone trap behind me, hoping that this would work. I then groaned/yelled to get his attention. He came running. Once he rounded the corner he yelled out. “Aha!” I think I smiled a little. I ducked low, hoping that I got the angle right for this. He shot some water at me, and I dodged to the left. The water that was aimed at me ended up getting sucked into the cyclone trap, and I escaped to the hallway to the left.

“What is that?” Take the bait, take the bait! I heard his hooves getting nearer. I stuck my head out from the corner just enough to see around it. He was reaching out with his hoof to touch it, and when he finally did it erupted, sending a massive gust of wind and water in his face and actually forcing his body off of the ground. I ran up and grabbed him with my left hand on his way down so as to not actually injure him.

His eyes were spinning in his head quite comically. Once he finally regained his senses, he would probably have a lot of questions. I went back to where the paper and quill were. I hoped to be able to answer a few before he could even ask.

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“So that was another plasmid thingy, that I helped make more powerful?”

+Yes.+

I had written an explanation of all my plasmids and gene tonics down, as well as a few other answers to things that he probably would have asked about. While I was writing these things down I began to think about my weapons. I still had all my ammo, but none of my weapons. Not even my drill. So I also wrote a question of my own as to where/when we could get them.

I pointed to it. He scanned it for a moment. “So those are weapons?” I nodded my head. “And you needed weapons, to fight the uh...splicers is what you called them?” I nodded my head again. “Even with your plasmids?” Oh how history is doomed to repeat itself, I nodded again. “What exactly do these weapons of yours do?” I am certain that I smiled at that.

+How about a demonstration?+ He smiled a bit at that, though also looked a bit uneasy. +I promise the demonstration will not be carried out on you.+ Surely that would make him more relaxed.

He started to chuckle a little. “Right this way.” He also started to shake his head from left to right while trotting to the unknown destination. It was funny to see bits of water go on the walls where it came off of his beard. How did he even grow that?

*Meanwhile in the magical research department.*

A low level research pony named Query was poking the multi-barreled piece of metal with a stick. Thus far it seemed to have done nothing. He began to poke at other areas, until finally he noticed a small curved piece of metal that started to give slightly when he pushed it. He tried pushing harder with the stick, and it went further back. Curious as to how far back it would go he gradually applied more force to it...or at least he did until it shot him in the hoof. Luckily no nerves are located in the hoof, but he felt his hoof give a little after the piece of metal made a very loud *crack* sound, he looked behind him and noticed a new hole in the wall. His eyes lit up with a slightly evil glee.

*Back to Delta and Starswirl the magnificently bearded...er I mean the bearded.*

“Did you hear that?” He had asked to late, I was already running towards the gunshot. “Hey! Wait up!” Hell no, one of these things could have just brained itself and I am not going to be held responsible. He began to run alongside me. He had obviously not run for quite some time. His beard did have small hints of grey here and there, so I assumed he is getting a little old.

“Why *Huffing sounds* are we running?” Does he honestly expect me to stop? That was a gunshot. *Crack crack crack* And those were too! I began to hear maniacal laughing, must be getting closer to where my gun was being fired.

“WHO’S THE LOW LEVEL NOW? HUH? HUH?” *Crack crack crack* I entered an area filled to the brim with panic. It appeared on of the ponies that had a horn had gotten my machine gun. He appeared to be firing madly, each burst throwing the weapon back. He obviously did not have a very strong telekinetic grip. I selected my own telekinesis plasmid and grabbed at the machine gun. He must have felt my pull on it because he turned to me and began to yell. “Back off! This is mine!” He had obviously gone mad. He began to fire it at me, but I aimed it upwards that way nobody had a chance of getting hurt by any of the bullets. It seemed what was left of my armor piercing rounds were in the ammo box because they deeply penetrated the roof. I looked back to the pony.

It was now sweating with the amount of effort it was putting into trying to re-aim the gun at me...ponies can sweat? I on the other hand wasn’t even using any of my eve. To easy. I heard panting and wheezing to my left, must be the bearded pony. “Wha- *Barfing* what’s going on?” Wow...this thing has some serious dedication. I yanked the gun down to me with my telekinesis and put it on my back where it belonged in the first place.

I walked over to the pony that had used my gun and went crazy with it. “St-sta-stay awa-away from m-m-me!” Act like a bitch, die like a bitch! I reached the pony and looked down. I readied my foot and throw my foot forward with as much force as possible, but before it could connect I felt myself yanked back. The gunpony’s horn had not lit up, so it was not him. I looked around and saw the larger white one. I believe my eyes widened in fear. The last time I saw that one it threw me around like I was a rag-doll.

It raised its eyebrow, an obvious look of curiosity on its face. "Starswirl, what's going on here?" His eyes widened a bit, obviously distressed at seeing her while in this situation.

"Well...uh...you see." Meanwhile I was still floating in the air, though it was not stationary. I was just kind of floating around. It was like a more predictable unstable teleportation plasmid, which is to say instead of teleporting around and bumping into things, I was just bumping into things. "Delta there...err, the thing you smashed...a lot, is actually sentient." Her mouth formed a small 'O' shape. "And he seems to possess remarkable abilities! He was going to show me his...what did you call them, guns?" I nodded towards him from the ceiling. He then began to explain into further detail what I had explained to him.

"...So I 'smashed' a semi-sentient, semi-metal being, that also possesses 'remarkable' abilities?" I felt my self being lowered to the ground. When I finally touched down I was in front of the white pony that was a lot larger than the rest. Suddenly her front hooves were wrapped around me, and very surprisingly, she began to apologize...a LOT. At one point I think she began to cry...I started to feel like the bad person here. I started to try and push her off me, but she did not budge. I pushed harder and...nothing...crap.

After several awkward minutes of standing there taking her obnoxiously long apology and hug, I finally had enough. I started to take off my helmet. The bearded pony's eyes widened. "Princess! Avert your eyes!" Because of him yelling like that, she looked up, straight to where my face was. Her face turned a very interesting shade of green.