Situations I’m not prepared for scare me, but people and places don’t.

Sorry if you meant this for the game. Might want to make some kind of indication if it’s ambiguous like this one was.

Well, other than capturing a salt lake, you don’t really have any.

You’ve been going along with these two, but you haven’t a clue what’s going on. Something about some shadowy creatures that stole something from each of them. But it’s all very vague.

From the sounds of things, Princess is most concerned with finding what was stolen from her, while Amy has her mind leveled more toward revenge.

Strategically timed reblog to boost viewership of Scooc-awesome!

Your attempt at circular logic fails as miserably as anypony could have guessed it would. You don’t possess the first blacksmith hammer to create the second. Continuing along that line, you don’t have the raw materials to create a new hammer from, even if you had the other aforementioned necessary tools.

Rather than go through all that hullabaloo and fail, you just ask everypony to empty their bags so you can see what all they have; citing Amy’s previously unknown possession of paper and a writing utensil as adequate reason. They both agree, though Princess does so reluctantly.

Amy has more paper and a few pencils, along with a pocket pencil sharpener. In addition she has a few more strong silk straps, like the one she uses to carry one of her knives in her right forehoof. She carries the other in her mouth for some reason, which limits her speech most of the time. You can’t help but think maybe she’s a fan of that stupid anime about the pirates that aren’t really pirates. Sort of like that stupid anime about the ninjas that aren’t really ninjas. You aren’t a fan of anime, but this isn’t exactly the best platform to talk about that. I mean, this is just the inside of your head. Nopony else is even listening, right?

Anyway, Amy says all that, plus the small medical kit she carries are all for her job.

Princess produces a small oxygen canister and a fitted mask, along with diving goggles and a pair of flippers. She says it’s also for her job, but she’s so used to carrying it around, she completely forgot to unpack it before coming here. Her other bag produces two handheld receivers, or in laypony terms, walkie-talkies! Before she can explain, you begin to reminisce about the hours and hours of fun you’ve had with walkie-talkies as a little filly! Though, after a short time, you come to realize hours and hours of fun were probably more like, one afternoon. Things sure do look different in hindsight.

Princess clears her throat and goes on to say she didn’t want to say anything about having the walkie-talkies because she refuses to split up. Plus the batteries are half dead.

You produce the food you had remaining after your trip; half a loaf of bread and two juice boxes. You also draw your nifty multitool and start to explain all the cool little things it can do. Before you can finish, Amy and Princess begin going back and forth about the food and how long it might last the three of you. Somehow they come up with a figure of two days, which is baffling to you! You intended to down that before getting home this evening! When asked about it, they evidently meant to say two days before the three of you become too weak to function properly and… the likely outcome after that isn’t pleasant.

You begin to realize that the situation may be a little more dire than the quint little quest you initially thought it was. You wish you’d known ahead of time this was going to happen. You’d have brought better supplies.

The three of you turn your bags upside down to prove that none of you have anything else. As you could have guessed, no lockpicks. Darn it.

You don’t have a bowtie, but you swing your head around in a dignified manner and “bequeath” unto your traveling companions the names Lockpick and Amy. Afterward, you draw your cello, which is actually a bow, and begin to play on one string with the shaft of an arrow. Not because bows only have one string, but because you’re so regal you need but one string to play!

You have no idea if you just used the word bequeath right or not. Probably not. Namy seems fine going by Amy, but Princess refuses the name Lockpick. Just to cover all your bases, you ask about reversing the naming, but they both refuse to that.

A blacksmith’s hammer wouldn’t make a very good weapon, but you do wish you had it with you. This gauntlet, while in very good condition, is very old. Age and modern smithing techniques have left it antiquated at best by today’s standards. If you could find a hammer and a forge with an anvil and grinding wheel, you could tamper it into something several times better than it is currently. Same goes with the-pegasus-born-again-as-Amy’s two knives. Not much you could do with Princess’ mace, though.

You pause from your musical masterpiece to ask if Princess or Amy have ever accidentally the whole thing. Princess just rolls her eyes. Amy says only once, but no one caught her so she got away with it.

It’s alright, just be careful.

With great power comes quotes from comic book movie adaptations.

Edit: Oops. Well, for anyone wondering, he teleported in my house. I told him not to because I’m not the only one who lives here.

I understand completely. My sidebar on my page has a few tags you can use to help narrow things down quite a bit.

The main one you’ll want to look at is Storytime. That’s where all my big and/or complicated answers go.

But sometimes, particularly with interacts with Boscov, they won’t always appear on my page at all. If you or anypony else feel like they’ve missed something major recently between me and Boscov, that’s because I didn’t record it. This page isn’t really about my relationship with my boyfriend; that’s mostly between he and I.

That’s very eloquent, but my eyes don’t change color. My profile picture was made for me shortly after I started this page by Dinky Doo, and I’m very grateful to her for it. To think she made it for me as an apology for eating some muffins.

That happened several months before I ever met Boscov.

If you’re wondering about any discrepancies between the various pictures I’d had gifted to me, keep in mind they’re just artists renderings. There’s bound to be inaccuracies, particularly between me and the various other Lyras.

Unit ready!

…

Our base is under attack!

Low power…

Anypony remember Red Alert? That game was so fun! But the story mode was so~ impossibly hard!

I can honestly say I love him.

Uh… I wouldn’t know.

Might want to let them come down first.

Lot of drugs leave a pretty potent smell.

The same way you’d kiss a pony.

Princess has a point. You apologize and tell them your real name, along with a background.

You were born on a farm in a quiet town and had a simple youth. Your siblings made certain you remained in school and studied a vast number of subjects. You tried a number of things growing up, but found your special talent in metallurgy, explaining your cutie mark. Your family was supportive but sad by your decision to move off the apple farm and begin your training as a blacksmith. You still visit your brother and sister, but your grandmother has since passed on.

Your name is Applebloom. Your cutie mark is a hammer hovering over a red anvil with a leaf hanging off of the step, making up the anvil’s horn.

You finish up by telling them they don’t have to give you their names. They can consider this information part of the apology.

The only information they offer so far is that they were also born in Ponyville.

The three of you are warmed up enough to try something else.

No.