vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnypl:

vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnythepony:

The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”

“Some cloth, huh? Well, it’s a tiny bit heavier than that,” Vindicar replies sarcastically, putting parts of his armor out of the vat. “Okay, here we go.”

For a while there is nothing but clanking and water droplets flying in all directions.

“Vindicar, I am aware this is much heavier than cloth, I just made a comparison in what I want you to do”

The pony shivers at the sound “Damn that’s loud..” a short bit later adds “Alright, that should be enough for now.”

“Good to hear that.” Vindicar stands, holding the largest part of his armor. “Bring on the pump then?”

“Oh! Right.” He runs into his workshop and after a minute gets out, dragging behind him a yellow, wheeled tank, around his own size. “Alright, this is quite a powerful one, but I can set it to around same power as the cheaper and more portable ones.” He looks at the armor “Alright, hold it up, and try to spread it open, like if you were wearing it. I guess when alone you’d need to use a hanger or something to keep it that way.”