>You made a 180 degree turn and flew for Cloudsdale
>Rainbow still hadn’t seen your new paintjob and boy, did you want to show it off!
>Not that you knew what it looked like actually. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen yourself yet
[Jahvise, can you find me the nearest lake?]
>**Sir, do you think it best to rely on my scanners? I do not have a functioning map as of yet and you may get lost while not in the suit if you forget where to go.**
[Just do it.]
>A  computerized sigh sounded from the helmet. **As you wish.**
>The screen displayed a big arrow rotating to the left in the lower corner below your altitude. The text beneath it said ‘Wrong Way’
>You turn to follow it
>The rotating arrow ceased its movement and pointed straight ahead to a blue reservoir
[Oh and Jahvise, remind me to soundproof you. I don’t want the outside world hearing everything you tell me.]
>**Noted.**
>Finally arriving at the lake, you are met with a flock…pride…flide of griffons. They seemed to be hunting fish and whatnot
>Some were hunting animals in the forest next to the lake
>Very few were actually relaxing or having fun much to your surprise
>You figured if Gilda was any indicator of what the rest of the population was like, they were all laid back and lazy
>She must just be the Rainbow Dash of the griffons
>”Pffffft”
>”Hey! Look at Mr Sunshine over there!”
>A chorus of laughter rose from the crowd
>You really need to see what the paint looks like
>The ground around the lake gave way underneath you with each step
>The screens displayed information telling you the ground was stable so you chalk it up to heavy suit
>The water’s reflection of you was more blurry than you had hoped, but you still got a clear picture of yourself
>Nice pattern of gold and blue
[How did a pool of color manage THIS?]
>You placed your fingers to your chin and turned your head around examining your imaginary beard
[Not too shabby, not too shabby.]
>Inside the helmet, you give yourself a “Not Bad”
>**Sir I am inclined to warn you that you are about to be pushed into the--**
>Suddenly you feel pressure on your back
>You turn around in surprise to look at what happened
>Maybe a bit too fast…
>The fist of the armor smacks the griffon behind you a hundred feet away
>They comically bounce off the trees, shoot into a rock, into the air, off a cloud, and into the lake
[Heh heh.]
>Your screen began flashing red
>A arrow pointed to your right
>You turn and are met with a huge branch to your face
>”That’s for Toby!”
>…
>”…”
[Um, ow?]
>They bring the stick to your head again, harder
>This time your head budges a thousandth of a inch and the stick smashes in half
>You pick up the piece on the ground
[I'm sorry, you seem to have dropped this.]
>WAM!
>You shove the stick in their face and send them flying just like ‘Toby’
>Filthy bird-cats
>Cats and birds were dirty enough on their own
>Combined? Oh boy, now that’s a unruly creature
>Griffons were already on your naughty list
>The fact that these ones attacked you made you furious
[Now what in your minds made you think it was a good idea to hit the man in a giant metal suit?]
>The other griffons back up, shaken
[Were you even thinking or just running on instinct again? If your first instinct is to act like a bunch of idiots then you should go back to,]
>You stomp over to one and pick them up by their neck and tails
>With a firm kick to their rump, they are sent in the direction of the P0nyville school
>See Jahvise? You could remember stuff on your own
[SCHOOL!]
>”G-Get ‘em!”
>The rest of the group lunges for you, talons outstretched and ready to claw at your soft, supple
>Metal suit of high tech armor
>SCRIIIIIIIIITCH!!
>Oh no
>No no no
>You shove one out of your way and run over to the lake while they continue pounding on your back
>Theres
>A
>Huge
>Scratch
>Its about 7 inches long and painfully visible on your arm
[OK, yep.]
>**Sir? I’m sensing a increase in your blood pressure and adrenaline. I suspect you are planning to actually fight now. Would you like me to devise a battle strategy for you?**
[You’re dead.]
>You hold up your hand
[You’re cooked!]
>The repulser on your palm glows bright pink as it hums with power
>The griffons gawk at it, obviously not used to things much more advanced than a box with wheels
>Your shoulder felt the kick of that blast
>A pink energy beam shot from your hand and into the face of a griffon
>You repeated this with the rest until the whole lakeside was smoking with Christmas dinner
[Jahvise, how much does chicken sell for on the black market?]
>**Sir, you have yet to program me with any information beyond what you already know.**
[Oh yeah. Remind me to fix that later.]
>**Noted.**
>Having your paint scratched really ticked you off
>Now you had to fix it
>You fly off towards P0nyville to find the paint store
>Painty’s Paint Emporium has recently been stocking everything-proof paint for metal
>How convenient come to think of it
>On the way there through the air, pegasi give you more strange looks
>They’re just not used to seeing a human sized tin can flying next to them
>Alright, its in sight now
>You decide to land and flaunt your stuff on the rest of the way in the only way you know how
>Pimp walking
>”What IS that thing?”
>”I don’t know. It walks on 2 legs kind of like…you don’t think!”
>”A-Anon?”
>A parade of ponies follow you to your destination
>Its quite amusing
>For that month you spent in your cave, everyp0ny avoided you
>~”He smells funny”
>~”He sleeps in that cave like a monster.”
>They made fun of you
>They did so much in that month just because you isolated yourself in a dark and dank cave for 30 days and nights
>That’s no reason to talk down to someone!
[Right Jahvise?]
>**My honest opinion, Sir?**
[Of course! Would I ever ask you to lie to me?]
>**Right on both counts.**
[Pff, yeah, well…you don’t have legs!]
>**My circuits are tearing up.**
 
>Painty’s door swings open and slams into the wall when you push it open
>You remember the hydraulics you put in the suit
>Check your privilege you armor wearing beast
[Oops…]
>”Hey there fella! What can I get for yaHA HA WOW!!”
>Painty runs over to you and grabs your arm between his hooves
>”That’s one HECK of a scratch there fella! S’this whatcha came in for?”
>Your faceplate lifts again to reveal your face
You sure have a eye for this stuff, Painty.
>”Oh hey Anon! Yeah, well when a can a’ paint is your cutie mark, you learn ta spot any mishaps with it.”
>You eye him
You’re…not freaked out by me? Everyp0ny has been pretty scared of the suit lately.
>”Not at all Anon! I always thought you wou’ pull this off.”
>Some strange feeling emerged in your chest
>It was like a erection, but where your heart should be
>A…heart erection
>You remembered this feel
>You felt them a lot on Earth
>They stopped coming around though once you came to Equestria though. Nop0ny ever gave you this feel
>The feel of knowing people were there for you
>Even your best friends, for so long while coming up with and building this contraption, doubted you
>Painty was a good p0ny
>”Hows this?”
>He emerged from a sea of shelves with a silver can with a gold trim
>The silver, unlike most monochrome cans, signified the ‘everything-proof’ aspect of the paint
>The gold on the can matched your suit perfectly
That’s awesome Painty! Thanks. How much do I owe you?
>He tossed the can to you
>”How strong’s that there suit?”
>You thought over
Stupid strong.
>”Well hows bout you help me reorgnahze and we call it even steven?”
>Yeah, Paintys a good p0ny