The Fifth Sign

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Who: Anyone who wants to participate
What: The zapapple harvest!
Where: Ponyville, Sweet Apple Acres, the orchard where the Zapapple trees are growing
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

A lightning storm crackles over the orchard, lighting the sky with electricity for minutes on end. Only when it fades does a rainbow arch across the sky. As if by magic - and it may well be - the gray apples on the trees suddenly grow to three times their size and gain rainbow stripes. It looks like the zapapples are ripe and ready for picking. There's buckets and barrels in the barn - best get started before the sun goes down and they disappear.

As for that howling in the distance...well, surely it's nothing.

[Anyone can join; this plot is friendly for combatants and non-combatants alike; no tag order; further instructions as events warrant. Have fun!]

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[yabigfurball]

Ammy smiled back, and wagged her tail again. Hopefully they could find it! Although she couldn't really comment on foreigners translating 'Nippon' wrong...in hundreds of years she'd never seen any foreigners, aside from the Moon Tribe.

If they had to get all of these down before trouble came their way, then it'd be best to get going and have everyone doing it at once to shorten the work. To that end, she found a wooden bucket and pushed it up against the nearest zapapple tree. She couldn't buck a tree -not without her losing some branches and sticks in the process- but she had her own methods. She looked up and painted a power slash across a couple of the tree branches, severing the zapapples from them and allowing them to fall into the bucket.

She turned and looked a little bit worried at that last statement from Pinkie, though. Did wolves...normally all merge into one giant wolf in this world? That was a little unsettling, most of all for the wolves involved.

[juniorganymedian]

Jeeves was equally troubled by the thought of wolves... merging. It brought to mind fairy tales of highlands and moors where demon spirits were said to roam as great animals. He didn't believe them for his own waking world, but here, they might be harder to discount.

The stallion began pulling more apples down from the trees with his magic and depositing them in the baskets. He glanced over at the white timberwolf, noting her own apparent consternation at the mare's words. "Ms. Pie, could you, perhaps, expand on what you mean by merging? How might this occur?" He didn't particularly relish the idea of facing down enormous monsters.

[sailorlaughter]

"Well, they only did it the one time! I'm not even sure we knew they COULD, before that!" Pinkie ran to gather up the apples that fell from her bucking, putting them back in the baskets as need be. Her aim wasn't really all that good still. "They got mad at us and turned into a big giant king timberwolf! Like, probably about as big as the barn."

[yabigfurball]

Ammy still looked pretty concerned about that. That sounded less like normal animals and more like something demons would do. Were the wolves of this world really like that? Or was it just a matter of if they got angry?

She shook out her head, deciding that she didn't really want to think about that. Ammy pushed her bucket over to the next tree, and again power slashed the zapapples off of their branches. At least it seemed like they were getting this done quickly.

Shall we call it a wrap here?

[juniorganymedian]

"I see, miss." The sense that timberwolves fell more in line with the demonic creatures of legend only intensified. Jeeves found himself in full agreement with the white wolf's concern. how did a wolf made of sticks and leaves even express concern so clearly? Another mystery of animal communication. "One hopes that we shall not encounter such a creature."

So saying, he turned to the task of magicking apples down from the trees with gusto, ears occasionally swiveling toward the howls and marking their relative distance. With luck, the animals were just being particularly vocal for the day and would keep to their own. Men could live ever in hope.