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((I’m back, everypony! Extra-long post because of recent inactivity.))

Quartz Hooves

Quartz woke to a much, much softer surface than the one she had woken against last time. Wondering where she was, she attempted to move her hoof, but it would not respond to her mind’s command. It felt as if her hoof wasn’t even there, and she was confused by it. She then attempted to move her other limbs, but was shocked to find that they were equally unresponsive. She then tried to move her neck, but fortunately it responded to her orders exactly as it should. With some difficulty, she wiggled whatever soft object that was obscuring her vision, and she found herself in a somewhat barren, fire-themed room.

She was lying in a red-orange colored bed, and she was facing a window. She gazed out of the window, after taking a brief survey of the room, and saw that she seemed to be in a second or third story room, in what seemed to be the unburned part of Ponyville. Nopony seemed to be walking the streets, which was rather unusual. Perhaps the fire had something to do with that? She didn’t know. Quartz then tried to pull herself out of the bed, only to be hit with a fresh wave of terror when she could not move any of her limbs. Paralyzed, she began to take an assessment of her situation. Okay. I’m stuck in a bed in a room I’ve never seen, and I can’t move my legs. My neck seems to be fine, as is the rest of my head. I have no idea what to do, I’m getting hungry, and I am already very thirsty. Where am I? She thought, terrified that she could not move most of her body.

A few minutes later, when Quartz had calmed down and accepted the fact that she could not move, she began to test out various signals from her brain, hoping that one of them would somehow cause one of her legs to move. As she did her testing with her mind, she came to the conclusion that, somehow, her legs, tail, and who knows what else had been disconnected from her mind. She then began to venture around in her mind, for there was nothing else to do besides sit there and think about how miserable she was, and do nothing. As she explored, she suddenly found an area that seemed slightly different from the rest, as if it was a changeling (Quartz HATES changelings, to the point to call it a phobia) attempting to imitate a part of her mind.

When she explored the mysterious area, she found herself filled with a strange, glorious, confusing power. She suddenly had the sensation she had when they were in the burned house, and she somehow ripped solid iron out of the ground and threw it into a wall. She felt different this time, however. The last time she had felt as if she had random limbs going out of her into unknown places. This time, however, it felt like a second sight. She could see the world in a green-grey representation of its physical matter, with some objects glowing brightly, others so dim they formed a sort of background. She felt as if she WAS everything in this strange representation, and to experiment, she sent a pulse of thought to a metal weather vane on the roof of a nearby building. The weather vane was blasted by unseen force into the air, where it hung. She then sent another pulse at it, and it flung at near-invisible speed to the ground, where it sunk halfway into the solid cobbles. Surprised at the shocking display of her mysterious newfound power, she spotted a loose nail on the same roof the weather vane was on. She, this time, carefully sent a trickle of suction-ish command to it, and it slowly flew to the window. Excited, Quartz gave the nail slightly more power, and it instantly flung itself into the window, smashing it and covering Quartz in broken glass.

She tried to cry out, but suddenly realized that her mouth and vocal muscles were as unresponsive as her limbs. Tears gathered in her eyes as the shards of glass drew blood from her body, and she would have thrashed about in pain, had she been able to. Instead, however, her mind flew to the mysterious area in which she had been in but a moment before. There her lust for uncontrolled chaos and destruction in the search for a relief for the pain was sated, and she somehow caused all of the metallic objects in the area to lift themselves up out of the ground, and fly about in random directions. All the while, her left forehoof shone like the sun. Her energy depleted rapidly, and she fell unconscious within a few seconds of her pain-induced rampage.

((I hope your characters noticed that just about everything within a small area of Quartz just pretty much exploded into chaos, and that that would cause a very large amount of noise and further distraction.))

((Ohhoho! Is this a romantic development I see? Awesome. Think of Quartz as that one Psychic girl that really has no way to control her powers. Oh, and I may or may not have revealed Quartz's weakness in my last post. Can you guess what it is?))

((Nope, not rage. An extreme intolerance for pain. Think about it, when her house was destroyed, that put her in great EMOTIONAL pain, and she went berserk and tried to kill Hot Rod. Now, when a window shatters and falls on her face, and she has no way to make it go away, she goes nuts again and levels Hot Rod's house.))

((You should post again, bronie. Quartz isn't gonna wake up until you do, and there is only so much work I can do on my story until I grow bored of it.))

Quartz Hooves
Quartz woke to see her own eyelids. She opened them, and saw the sky in their place. It seemed to be nearing sunset, so the onslaught of sudden light wasn’t quite as blinding as it could have been. Still, the light did cause for her to blink for a few seconds. When her vision cleared, she found herself being carried by somepony. She was lying on her back, and thus could not see who it was, so she tried to ask “Who are you? Why am I being carried? Why does my face hurt so much?” but was then abruptly reminded as to how her body did not respond to her command. She entered the strange state of mind that she had been in the previous day, and she tested around with her new power. Surprisingly, she found that she was able to move small parts of her body this way. She toyed around with it a bit, and found herself able to make barely passable sounds similar to how they would be if she was actually talking. Her carrier continued to move, and gave no mention as to whether it had heard her. They suddenly entered a building, and the ceiling looked familiar somehow. As the unknown pony carried her through the house, she recognized the layout of the rooms. My house? How did this get here? Wasn’t it burnt down? Is this some kind of dream? Who is carrying me? But most of all… WHY CAN’T I MOVE ANY PART OF MY BODY BUT MY EYES?!? The pony carrying her shuddered for some reason, and then Quartz noticed that she was still dwelling in the mysterious area of her mind, and that she must have somehow affected it with her thought. She wondered how this could be happening, and where the mysterious area of her mind had come from. Her thoughts, while within it, seemed somehow malleable and twistable, as if she was entirely open for something to change her mind and what was within it. It fed a fear of the area, for it seemed chaotic and wrong somehow. As she thought about this, the pony beneath her continued to walk, until it reached the part of her home that she recognized as her bedroom. Somehow, they had even managed to replace the sapling she tended in the corner of her room. She felt an odd warmth flow around her, starting at her tail, and going up until her left forehoof, in which it seemed to recoil, twist and snap away from her. She heard a slightly familiar, distinctly male voice from beneath her cough, and she felt the owner of the voice exclaim “What the-ow, ow, ow. What was that, Quartz…?” She now recognized the owner of the voice as Hot Rod, the unicorn that she had seen a little while ago while she was severely injured from … Something. It had looked like a building had collapsed upon her, but she wasn’t sure. She really had no memory of the events before she woke there, so she could not really know. Hot Rod then manually put her on her (apparently new) bed, and tucked her in. He then walked out of the room, not telling her where he went. Quartz felt exhausted for some reason, and quickly fell asleep.

Quartz Hooves
Quartz woke to the delicious smell of blueberry pancakes. Where the smell was coming from, she could not tell, mainly because she could not move most of her body. Her stomach complained at being deprived of the source of the delicious smell, but she could not do anything to sate it. She wondered, once again, as to why she could not move. Becoming increasingly frustrated at the elusive answer, she had an idea. Judging by the smells of pancakes wafting through her home, somepony was cooking downstairs. Perhaps if she could create a loud enough noise, they would be able to come up and speak with her. How she would respond to them, she did not know, but she thought it was worth a try. She looked around the room, and spotted a small iron sculpture on a shelf. She entered the ‘magical’ area of her mind, and ordered the statue to move. It wiggled off of the shelf, causing a loud “BIIING!” when it hit the tiled floor. Satisfied with her efforts, Quartz waited for somepony to notice.

((Um, Bronie, I don’t think ponies eat eggs. They are herbivores, after all.))

Quartz Hooves
Quartz saw the alicorn she had met a little while ago suddenly appear in the corner of her vision, and he tapped on something. She strained her eyes to see him, but could only barely see. Suddenly, Hot Rod entered the room, whereupon he said “Hello Quartz. It's a nice morning isn't it?" Did I just notice… Did he just blush slightly? She thought, scrutinizing him for any of the facial color. Deciding that she must have imagined it, she tried to open her mouth and speak- only to be reminded once again of her inability to move. She then sat there and though, absentmindedly staring at Hot Rod. Then, she came up with an idea. Perhaps a unicorn, or better yet, alicorn could somehow speak with her via telepathy. She then stopped staring at Hot Rod,(And was suddenly grateful that her mind held almost no sway over her body, that was slightly embarrassing) and exaggeratedly slowly slid her vision as far as she could towards , who had stopped tapping the second Hot Rod entered the room. She repeated this several times, until Hot Rod followed her gaze. He jumped at the sight of the black alicorn in the window, but then walked over and opened the glass-paned viewport.