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| | "Although, you haven't got any spare steel piping lying around, have 'ya?" he decided to query. It never hurt, of course. Some of the internals on the Skystorm needed patching anyway, and any sort of steel piping was quite the useful tool, regardless of the problem or how it needed to be used. He didn't exactly want his new friend to go through any special trouble for him though... | | "Although, you haven't got any spare steel piping lying around, have 'ya?" he decided to query. It never hurt, of course. Some of the internals on the Skystorm needed patching anyway, and any sort of steel piping was quite the useful tool, regardless of the problem or how it needed to be used. He didn't exactly want his new friend to go through any special trouble for him though... |
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| − | The music played. The small covered wagon rocked lightly with the movement from the pony that carted it about. The figure was covered in a red satin cloak, lined with intricate black designs along every edge. Black roses bloomed in the corners. And still, the music played. The pony unhitched itself from the wagon, letting it rest in the center of the square. The sound of gypsy music filled the air and hung like miles of streamers, only to dazzle your ears and not your eyes.
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| − | There, in front of the red and pink cart, painted to meticulously, so lovingly. It gleamed in the sunlight as the cloaked figure stood there.
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| − | And still, the music played. The trill of a flute in the back. The deep bass of the tuba. The accordion that seemed to make itself known above all other instruments... And then a melody, as if there was song.
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| − | From the hoof of the figure, the lovely covering went to kiss the golden sun, and fluttered to the ground. Standing there, before everypony to see was a mare. Young, soft... Slender and feminine, and looked as if she could melt into the wind. Golden blonde fur shimmered, and turquoise hair shone. She was like some golden statue, so delicate and precious. And yet, had nopony at her side.
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| − | The mare didn’t seem phased. Her mouth opened, and out came the sound of bells on the summer breeze. Puffed, ruffled sleeves of her blouse swayed with her every moment as she sang, the melody made just for this.
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| − | 'Come one! Come all!
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| − | Everypony deserves to hear
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| − | Everypony, loud and clear
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| − | Everypony deserves to hear their fate
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| − | Offered up on Libra’s silver plate!
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| − | Not looking for fame or fortune?
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| − | Is it something humbler you seek?
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| − | Step up, right this way, anypony
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| − | Come to my wagon
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| − | Have yourself a peek!
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| − | Here, in my little shop of wonders,
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| − | A chance for love
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| − | Everypony deserves to hear
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| − | Here, I’ll make your dreams come true
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| − | Here, you’ll see the light.
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| − | I can tell exactly who you’re knight-or princess- is!
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| − | This, and more I offer you
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| − | Have your cake and eat it, too!
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| − | Take it from Libra’s silver plate!'
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| − | And as she signs this melodious tune, she moves around, and her cart opens in a stand. A marvel of a contraption. Above the booth is a sign; ‘Libra: Matchmaker, Fortune-Teller.’ the rings in her ears shimmer as she whips about, and walks into her stand, head held regal and high. But, there was a kindness to her eyes, and open, approachable air to her sweet face. A banner unravels below the stand;
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| − | Red hooves clattered through the small town as he finished a bit of planning here and there. Getting an official signature from the Mayor on the firehouse's new extension, along with repairs that needed to be made. They made a killing from their sale, and finally got a well deserved day off. Fire Chief wasn't always fame and glory and what not, even if this stallion did get a big head sometimes, he at least had a good heart...even though some of the mares in Manehatten might say otherwise.
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| − | Pausing from his steps he flicked his ears from the music that filled the square. Other ponies stopped when the song played as he made his way over to the caravan. Black roses and an aura of enchantment seemed to put most of the ponies into an entertained trance, but Wildfire was a bit more level minded in truth to fall for it. For a seemingly careless stallion, he did have responsibilities, he just didn't like flaunting his authority. He didn't like being the head honcho all the time, even if it gave his boys in the firehouse a good laugh sometimes.
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| − | His ears perked when the song reached to promises of love and happiness in a pair, and then slowly tilted back in response. He merely offered his smile as he 'joined' in to the dance, even if he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as usual. A lot of mares zoomed up to try and get the reader's attention, after all what girl doesn't love a good love fortune reading?
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| − | Placing a hoof to his bristly chin he thought for a moment, there were at least five mares he knew that were probably not into this sort of thing. But that was beside the point.
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| − | Finally, mainly to get some mare's attention on his 'sweet and sensitive' side, he trotted over to start the line to the caravan. Why not? It's not like this stuff was real anyway. Besides, a mare is a mare, and who was he to deny opportunity?
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| − | Of course, many of the lovely mares flocked to her, wanting a reading. There were the neigh-sayers, who scoffed at her silly little talent. With a flick of her bright mane, she huffed. Why did it take some demonstrations to show she told the truth? How many more lives did she have to make FULL to be taken seriously.
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| − | Then, big bright eyes met with quite the sight- a stallion, a big boy, too. A devious, but charming smile came over her muzzle- especially as he said 'Good afternoon' to her. Libra composed herself, fluttering her lashes.
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| − | "Good day to you, my dear stallion!" she made a show of looking him up and down (Partly for laughs, but he was pretty cute). "And my, what a handsome one! Don't tell me you've come to seek MY advice?" she asked coyly, hiding her face with her mane, before tossing it back.
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| − | "Please sir, grace me with your name. And then, if you so desire, I can give you a reading." He was going to be a fun one. She could tell. Oh yes... Li sensed a negative spirit. Negative about this whole thing. And to the frowns of many distressed mares and fillies, she giggled.
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| − | "Calm down, girls, you'll all get your chances... But why not cater to such a fiery spirit?"
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| − | WildFire was not expecting that sort of reaction from the mare, but it only made his ego bubble up a bit more. Nothing was wrong with being good looking! As long as you use it right anyway. And from the sight he saw, he was getting a reaction he was familiar with. Batting the eyelashes, a smile that was inviting, and the way she looked over him.
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| − | The whole thing reminded him of the sale all over again! When he said they made a killing, he wasn't exaggerating. Then again, who wouldn't make a killing from the fireman calender and photo shoot sale with a bunch of equally 'hunky' studs like him? Now he was getting a big head, shaking it away he made sure to keep his wings folded and his head cool.He didn't want to go having another embarrassing incident again, especially from the way the mare over in the new milkshake pub did from him being his usual 'big macho man' show. Or at least, thinking he was apparently. She was one of the firsts to kick him off of his high horse. Then again, being a Pegasus it wasn't surprising that he was always a high horse himself. Flicking his tail a bit he grinned at the mare and would step a bit closer.
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| − | "Handsome eh? I think you're just trying to ruffle my feathers!" he'd say with a chuckle before bowing his head a bit. Even if he was a flirt, he was a gentlecolt.
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| − | "WildFire, at your service." he'd say smoothly while lifting his head. He sure was a bright pony that was for sure. Red's, orange's, yellows, and all in different shades too! Flapping his wings a bit before folding them back in, he made sure to give her a bit of elbow room. Even if he did like where this was going. Flicking his ears to her attention to the pouting herd of mares, he waited calmly for her to return. This was going to be interesting.
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| − | At least he wasn't playing cards, or however these gypsy girls roll.
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| − | "So~ Miss Libra~ How do you say we go about this then lil' miss?"
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| − | Libra could not help but laugh at this male. Her own thoughts racing through her head at a hundred miles a minute. How charming... and bright! WildFire, eh? Appropriate name, considering he was gifted with such fiery colors. Even his hooves looked like they were on fire! At any rate, she thanked him for his name.
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| − | "Ruffle your feathers? No. Merely stating the obvious." she said with a flick of her tail. As he asked how these things work, he would find her ducked under the stand with the tinkling of her silver jewelry. She dug around, before finding what she truly sought. "Ah, here they are!!!" she exclaimed, popping back up like a daisy. She turned from the silk pouch she held in her hooves back to Wild fire. He... Just captivated her. He was the epitome of manliness, and those dazzling eyes couldn't be easily ripped away from him.
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| − | As she tore herself away from those emberous eyes, she opened the sack, revealing it to be a silk cloth. "I have many tarot decks, my friend. And for you, I have picked the Golden Tarot. Easy to read, good for first timers... Those who hold almost no faith in the cards." she spoke in a cryptic tone. Soothing, monotonous, hypnotic. "Wild Fire, my friend..." she would shuffle the cards as she hummed. "If you would so gladly concentrate your emotions, all your desires and wishes into the cards- and then glide your hoof over them all- I will be able to see who you truly are." she closed her eyes, a skilled, gentle hoof laying every card on the silken cloth, in hoof's reach of the stallion.
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| − | Raising a bright red brow about the emotions and transfer of everything into a deck of cards seemed...peculiar, but hey, girls were into this sort of magic know how, so why not take a chance into something with no losses? Closing his eyes, he only smiled and chuckled, peeking one out at the equally attractive gypsy mare with a smirk before returning to his assigned task. His thoughts collected first of how seemingly ridiculous this charade was, and what his daughter would probably think. His smile slowly sank to a seriousness as he began to think about those who are, and were most important to him. More tapping came from his hoof as he tried to relax again, regaining his composure as he tried thinking otherwise. Who he was. He was a firepony of course! He was the chief of his team and he tried everything to make sure ponyville was prepared for every fire or disaster. He was a protector even if he wasn't a police pony or a guard pony, he was a very in charge protector. He thought about who he was before, and his quiet sadness returned before being bucked from his thoughts. And lastly he thought about who he wanted to be. It was there that he drew a blank. He was happy with what he was now. A firepony with a job, a father of his beautiful baby Bon Bon, and a stallion in great physical and mental health. He didn't need to think of the future besides it's safety. He was content...besides...besides that anyway.
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| − | Another peaceful day dawns in Ponyville. The darkness ebbs as Luna heads off to sleep and her sister Celestia being forth a new day with shimmering bands of red, orange and gold. The morning is strangely peaceful, calm...and quiet. As dawn cascades over the horizon, some subtle changes can be noticed in the dim morning light. Just outside of town, a wheat field appeared overnight in one of the empty hills. The wheat is golden and healthy, shimmering in the light. The field looks well-tended even though no farm is nearby, and the field is almost perfectly rectangular. Obviously it didn't grow there naturally.
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| − | "Discord? It can't be! The Elements of Harmony sealed him away again! Do...do you think he could somehow be responsible for this ugly thing?"
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| − | "... Unacceptable! Simply unacceptable!" Augen Horns was, as is not common to him, furious as he slammed his head upwards, sending the dumpster that was on top of him into the air. It landed sloppily behind him with a loud thud and a jarring wobble, but Augen ignored it. There was something else bothering him, his eyelids twitching at the sensation coursing through his soul. "In the name of The Deity, something's not right here. This isn't even the right dumpster. And I sense a disturbance in the horse. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT," he said irately at a grey-white background pony that seemed perturbed by his ramblings. She simply shook her head and wandered off, while Augen continued with his own concerns. "... I do say," he continued as he tossed a wooden stick into the air, "that unpleasant spirits may be at work. Mighty Deity, please guide me on the path to rectification." When the stick hit the ground, the goat leaned in to see where it had pointed. "... To the town square it is, then."
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| − | "Discord? It can't be! The Elements of Harmony sealed him away again! Do...do you think he could somehow be responsible for this ugly thing?"
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| − | I do not think so Your Honor... May the sun keeping you, I am Ashti Sandburst. It was simply a statement of fact, I have met Discord before his defeat, but the "aura" which emanates from this obelisk... It is similar to Discord's... but... well, I am sorry, Madam Mayor. I have maybe a little too much of imagination... anyway, I would like to propose you to make evacuate the city...
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| − | Even if it is what I think, then run away will be useless...
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| − | During this chat with mayor, Ashti get a idea, a little one, a little silly and illogical but... maybe Discord was not alone. Maybe there is another Draconequus... somewhere... it could maybe be why Shazadeh send him here. The immortal unicorn liked to give near-death training to Ashti. But if this is a Discord bis, Ashti was prepared : after all the physical and mental training he have been subjected reinforced his spirit and mana.
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| − | "Ashti Sandburst... We have got to stop meeting like this comrade"
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| − | Leaving his reflections, he turned the head on saw an comrade. Dream Gaze... what's he doing here ? Bastion crown walked near of his friend.
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| − | Hehe, I heard that a monument for me has been erected... thus...
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| − | The mayor was growing more and more upset by the moment. Flustered, she started to pace. "Evacuate? No, no, no, that simply won't do. We didn't evacuate when Nightmare moon attacked, nor when Discord terrorized us. We've faced Ursa Minors and parasprites, this...this Thing won't make me force my little ponies from their homes." She put her hoof down, literally. "No! We shall simply have to find a way to remove this. It hasn't done anything yet except be a gaudy piece of art. I won't be threatened by a few blocks of stone. It looks like it's ready to fall over anyway."
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| − | She was already planning to call up some of the local construction ponies when another unicorn walked up. The two seemed to know one another. But seeing as they weren't helping her remove the obelisk she turns away, almost headbutting a goat.
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| − | "Oh dear! Excuse me, I'm not really paying attention. This..." She gestures to the obelisk, "Statue thing has me a might distracted."
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| − | The obelisk remains stationary. But it does give off a hint of magic to those sensitive to such things. Indeed, the magic of chaos is ingrained within the very stone itself. Slightly menacing, but not giving off an evil feeling per say. Not the same level of magic as something constructed by Discord himself, but more powerful than average unicorn magic.
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| − | A smile crept onto Augen Horns' face as the mayor narrowly avoided a collision with him. She justified her actions by regard of the obelisk, but Augen simply waved the concern aside and stepped back several paces to give her some more space.
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| − | "Ah, 'tis no issue by me, honorable Mayor. If anything, I ought apologize for lingering so close out of sight. Oh, sorry. Rude of me not to introduce myself." Augen bowed slightly before continuing, not wanting to leave any disrespect in his first impression to the mayor. "Er, I am Augen Horns, a rabbi from Hercinia... So what's this I hear about Discord, helements of armory, evacuating the city, and not evacuating the city? Seems like quite a situation, this thing is..."
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| − | Augen walked right up to the obelisk before turning back to look towards the others. "If I'm not mistaken, this thingy-ma-bobelisk seems to have some mystical properties about it. Not comfortable with the evacuation idea m'self, but would it really be safe to just tear the thing down... I mean, before having it properly evaluated, that is?" As Augen Horns concluded his input on the matter, he hopped up and gave the side of the obelisk a hard tap with his horns, mostly to see if anything would happen.
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| − | "Destroying it did come to mind... But Chaos magic is extremely unpredictable. There would be no telling what would happen if this was broken." The Unicorn had never experienced the effects of chaos magic himself, he simply imagined the effects of poison joke and multiplied that by 10... he didn't like the mental image that gave him. "Well Augen, I'm Dream Gaze. I'm a mage who lives in that abandoned dragon cave on top of that mountain over there... not much else to tell really."
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| − | He had heard some word around town that apparently an ice witch had cursed the mountain peak so that it would be forever in cased in snow... what they didn't know was it was Dream Gaze himself that froze the mountain peak and sealed the entrance to the dragon cave. Only the brave or incredibly stupid would go up there and most if not all the ponies here were neither and this thought made him smirk.
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| − | "Evacuate? No, no, no, that simply won't do. We didn't evacuate when Nightmare moon attacked, nor when Discord terrorized us. We've faced Ursa Minors and parasprites, this...this Thing won't make me force my little ponies from their homes."
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| − | Ashti listened but not very concerned. He was not in Equestria when the parasprites and Nightmare Moon came. He just gave his advice.
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| − | I am sorry Madam Mayor... I am from a distant nation. I understand that my advice do not count... but if I remember right, the events that you despites was sudden ones. In our case, maybe you have a chance to prevent "unfortunate" events... But it is not my duty, after-all.
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| − | So... Bastion, what we will do... ? We return to Manehattan or... we stay here...?
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| − | Can... I propose you a tea, Your Excellency ?
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| − | ... Worried about this city, eh ? So be it.
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| − | In fact the young bodyguard was more worries by the inhabitants than the city. He was a royal guard, on had received a military formation. But even if his cast was not the wars or to protect Celestia, but protect the foreigner dignitaries and guest, one of his duty was to protect the peoples... occasionally.
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| − | Even if, for now, he was at the service of Ashti as he alway wanted... and his friend was his priority.
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| − | The Sandlander left the place with Bastion, and both friends took a table on a café and some refreshments. Why waiting under the sun and many people, when they can waits sit in tranquility and with drinks...?
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| − | Mayor Prose blinks and nods. "Oh my, Hercinia? It's been years since I've been there. Lovely area, but not quite home. I stayed with a lovely goat couple, so full of stories." She shakes her head. "Well, anyway, welcome, Rabbi. I hope your stay won't be marred by this, latest threat. Discord, as they mentioned, was an evil Dracoequus who turned our town upside down. The Helem...no, no, Elements of Harony refers to six mares who live here. Local heroes, imbued with power from ancient relics and students...of sorts, to Princess Celestia herself. In fact, I should inform them both."
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| − | She gasps at the goat and pushes him away with her head. "What are you doing? Even I know you shouldn't just whack a magical item, you have no idea what it will do!"
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| − | "Ah, 'tis a pleasure to meet'cha, Dream Gaze." His gaze turned towards the mountain in mention, though Augen was oblivious to the state of things. "Oh wow... Dragon cave, you say?" Augen paused and pondered, curious as to what that'd be like. When the Mayor spoke again, the goat turned to face her.
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| − | Augen Horns flinched as the mayor mentioned her stay in Hercinia. "Lovely area? Huh... Not many of those left in Hercinia nowadays. But I guess it all depends on yer cup o' tea. Anyway, hopefully these helement folks'll know what to do. In the meantime, I'll do my best to investigate. I've dealt with magical mumbo-jumbo before and whatnot. Maybe I'll be able to figure something out."
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| − | Just as the mayor seemed to walk off, Augen gave the obelisk a whack, creating a loud cracking sound. This seemed to bother the mayor, as she'd quickly pushed Augen aside. The lightweight goat skidded across the ground a few meters before rolling to his feet. "Oww... Heyhey, just doin' my job, Mayor. It looks as though something or other's happenin'. Rather it be to me than the unprepared." The goat pointed a hoof at the obelisk, where that section of the structure seemed to have reacted.
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| − | "Well... That explains why the images on it seem a bit random. It seems it is divided into segments... Anypony feel like solving a puzzle?" The Unicorn was still more interested in destroying it but even he knew that was incredibly stupid... Against his better judgment he used his magic on the segment of the stone that Augen moved and continued to rotate it until it seemed the images on its surface took shape. Unless anything relevant happens he will continue this pattern with the other segments until the images and writing was in the right places. 'This better not release doomsday or something...'
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| − | So, the obelisk is had been activate or something like this ?
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| − | In the middle of a windy night in the the park, Jamais had laid down on a patch of grass while gazing up at Princess Luna's beautiful star lit sky. She never could get a good nights sleep, mostly do to her over active thoughts and her travels... But tonight was different... She had no jobs for clients. No goal to work toward. She had nothing to do... The young gazelle reached into the pouch around her neck, pulled out a small ornate music box and placed it in front of her before lifting the lid.
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| − | Under the beautiful moss-green foliage, Hawthorne looked up into the night-sky and wondered, not for the first time, what it truly was out there. Were there planets, just like this one, that housed intelligent life? Were there pony-like life forms out there, with intelligence beyond our understanding and comprehension? Or perhaps there were entire planets filled with pepper shakers that killed people. Or maybe the sun was a big ball of gas. Whatever it was, it made him want to write, and so he continued with his newest story, 'The Deviant Strain'.
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| − | "Tears formed underneath her heavy eyelids as the emotions that she had held back for so long, too long, crashed through her mental dam. She pulled him close to her, never again wishing to ever have to let him go.
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| − | 'You fool. You damn fool.' she murmured, each syllable springing forwards more and more hidden love that she'd thought gone."
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| − | All of a sudden, a chorus of chimes hit the air, punctuating each second with another note, each more beautiful than the last. It caught Hawthorne's ear, and he looked around for the source of the melody, only to find a beautiful gazelle lying down on the grass with a music box next to her. Normally, he would have been too shy to go sit down next to her, but both her and the music were truly beautiful. He came up next to her and sat on his haunches, looking up at the night
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| − | "Should I compare this song to a winter's night, it is colder but with a sweeter end in sight." He said, as if reciting a poem. a warm smile crossed his face as he looked at the gazelle
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| − | "I couldn't help but hear your music, and I wanted to come over here and listen to it with you. My name's Hawthorne Frost, but you can call me Thorn."
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| − | This was pretty much how she introduced herself to anypony that came near her showing interest. She saw no need to speak and thus, remained silent while waiting for Thorn to speak again. This would keep up the ruse that she was a mute and she could communicate just fine without speech. 'This unicorn will understand soon enough' she thought to herself
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| − | Levitating the card with his magic, Thorn read the card with a glimmer of humor. When he next opened his mouth, his voice sounded completely different, almost cold.... or regretful. It was clear he was not actually feeling these emotions, it was like a part he was acting out
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| − | "Ponies cannot obtain anything without first sacrificing something. In order to obtain anything, something of equal value is required. That is magic's law of equivalent exchange. As a colt, I truly believed that to be the true way of the world." His smile returned to his face, and his voice returned to normal
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| − | "Do you know where that's from Jamais? a story called Full-metal Unicorn. But if you're trading cards...." his horn glowed lightly with magic as he rummaged through his cloak's pocket, pulling out a quill, a piece of spare parchment, a yo-yo, a notebook, what appeared to be an apple, a small bit of rope and ,finally, a small black card with light blue writing on it
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| − | Although she had not read the book he spoke of, the quote could not have been more true. For her work she gave up her time, effort and sometimes even put her life at risk. she wasn't doing that for free, the gazelle would want something worth the value of the job if somepony wanted it done so badly. Jamais gave the card a quick read before giving a nod to the unicorn. The music box soon slowed to a stop, it's chimes vanishing on the wind. Jamais picked it up and placed it back in her bag before looking back at Thorn with her aqua blue eyes. So Thorn was a journalist... now that she thought about it, she did read a book with the unicorn's name on the cover and began to wonder. Was this the same pony? She reached into her bag and pulled out a book titled 'A long time coming' and compared the name of the author to the card. Her eyes widened in astonishment when the same name was on the book and she gestured with a hoof between the unicorn and the book in front of her. It was as if she was inquiring if he was the author of the great story.
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| − | Thorn smiled, this gazelle certainly knew her literature. Although he was surprised she'd been able to identify him, he'd written that name under the moniker 'Verne' , but maybe she'd just heard about his true identity on one of her travels.
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| − | "Ah, I see you've read one of my books. So, you're a romance fan. Got a bloke at home who you want to be all lovey-dovey for or are you single?" He realized how blunt a question that must have sounded and blushed slightly
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| − | "I mean.... I'm sure a beautiful gazelle like you would have a loved-one at home. There's no doubt about it!" He didn't notice, however, that this would have dug his grave even further
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| − | Jamais couldn't help but smile and nod to confirm she read the book. Despite publishing it under an alias Jamais found it easy to identify him as the author, her sources were never wrong after all and she gathered as much info as she could where ever she went. It might just be useful later. However at the mention of her relationship status her ears flattened against her head and she looked at the ground rather shy. She was indeed single and looking but it was hard to find someone to bond with in her line of work. The gazelle was a traveler, she was never in one spot for to long and she was always looking for a job to do, her purpose in life. As After Thorn tried to sugar coat his rather blunt question Jamais shook her head and tried to regain her composure. She would need it for what she was about to do, because the next question was hard to do with gestures. "... What about... you?" Her voice could be compared to a church mouse, quiet, and a little high in pitch. It made her seem more young and defenseless then she actually was... She sat there and waited for a response, hoping that his reaction wouldn't be too bad.
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| − | Thorn's head perked up as he heard her voice. A warm smile lit his face, as if looking at something truly beautiful
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| − | "Did anypony ever tell you that your voice is REALLY cute?" His smile continued for another few seconds, before he shook his head to try and recover his thoughts
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| − | "but no, not currently. I'm on my own, alone. It gets hard having to travel, you know? So many new places to see and write about, so many things to do and so many things to know. You can lose yourself to it. Heck, that's one of the reasons I wrote 'A long time coming'. You've got to have some sort of love to hold onto, or else you become a shell."
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| − | She recovered around the same time Thorn did and Jamais listened as he explained. She closed her aqua eyes and nodded slowly in agreement. Those words could not have been more true and she knew this all to well... yet there were many out in this vast world that go their entire life without experiencing it and that thought saddened her. She stared at Thorn, her eyes showing sympathy and a sense of understanding for the situation before she took a small ink pot and a quill from her bag. She opened the book in front of her and presented Thorn with the quill, silently asking for him to sign it.
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| − | "Sure, Jamais.... actually, do you mind if I call you Jay?" His horn glowed a dull red light, levitating the quill, dipping it in the ink and starting to write on the page she'd offered
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| − | 'To Jamais,
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| − | "Is that what you wanted, Jay?" He asked, holding the quill in mid-air, making sure that any drops would hit the book. He wanted it to look as close to perfect as physically possible
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| − | Jamais had to think for a moment before giving a nod to show she accepted the nickname and watched closely as the quill dragged itself along the front page of the book. When she read the autograph, a small smile creeped up onto her face. She hoped she would find that special someone soon... Her thoughts were cut off as a burst of blue flames erupted in front of the two before taking shape. When the flames dispersed, a note was left hovering in front of Jamais and it read...
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| − | A job? Now? The gazelle didn't do a good job hiding her annoyance. She really didn't want to go deal with this particular client at his home. Mostly because it was freezing up on that mountain... Still at the end of the day... it was a job and she wanted to fulfill her purpose. With a sigh she closed the book and placed her items back into her bag before looking back to Thorn knowing that he had seen the note. Hopefully he understood that she had to do this job dispite her dislike for the client's location. "Thank You... Hawthorne..."
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| − | ===Under the North Star===
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| − | An older Light blue Stallion in a comfy wool hat and a warm parka trudged across a cold and icy white tundra as his grey, nearly white eyes sharply gazed upon the seemingly harsh and unforgiving land. He looked back at the purple colt not too far behind him and smiled as he watched as he green eyes darted around looking at everything, brining a contented smile to the bearded ponies face. He looked around as he motioned for the colt to come over and pointed up at the darkening sky.
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| − | It reminded him of his own youth, when he had a lot less responsibility and could fool around more. He could do so much of that anymore seeing as he was the first of his own family to be made Tribal Chieftain. He shook his head softly as he giggled as he looked down at his son beside him and his thoughts drifted to his daughter taking care of the sick and elderly in the tribe’s only permanent city of Heim.
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| − | Vindur never ceased to be amazed by the dancing lights in the sky. What did that weird old wise man of the tribe call them? Aurarorara Burials? Something like that. Either way, they were beautiful. Everything around Vindur was pretty fascinating in his opinion. The mountains, the hilltops, even the snow was particularly beautiful at the moment. The sun struck it all in just the right way to make it a feast for the eyes.
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| − | Suddenly, his father seemed to have spotted something. Vindur followed him over to a small patch of... purple mountain flowers. His mouth was watering already, but he held back so his father would get first pick, as was respectful. To his surprise, however, Vitur let him have first pick. "Whoa, seriously?" the colt asked, which was responded to with a nod. Vindur smiled and added a "Thanks!" before walking over to make his choice. After much deliberation (about ten seconds' worth, much longer than he could normally stand to wait), he chose one in the center. He had no idea why, but the center flowers always seemed to taste the best. He sighed contentedly upon finishing it and backed up so his father could choose one as well.
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| − | Vitur giggled softly at his son, he seemed to want to be old but was still a foal at heart. The old tundra stallion smiled as he looked up and saw the very lights that gave him his cutie mark, the northern lights aka the aurora borealis. He thoughts returned to him again as he heard his son thank him for the opportunity to have first dibs on the purple mountain flowers and he lowered his head softly so his son could hear easier.
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| | (Transcribed from [[http://friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=deadthreads&action=display&thread=6052#ixzz2PzGctTV7]] by Sweets and Korvus) | | (Transcribed from [[http://friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=deadthreads&action=display&thread=6052#ixzz2PzGctTV7]] by Sweets and Korvus) |
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| | Again, he spoke low. He drew a little closer to her as he did, setting his forelegs upon the stall. "You can choose your game, but you can't change the rules..." he paused, allowing a mischievous glint to make itself clear in his eye, "Lucky for you, we make these rules up as we go.". | | Again, he spoke low. He drew a little closer to her as he did, setting his forelegs upon the stall. "You can choose your game, but you can't change the rules..." he paused, allowing a mischievous glint to make itself clear in his eye, "Lucky for you, we make these rules up as we go.". |
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| − | The loud roars of trains filled the air on a sunny afternoon on the edge of Canterlot. The heavy beating of wheels on steel could be heard as numerous ponies walked back and forth between trains and the platforms. Many eager ponies entered the town, ready to go shop the amazing wares that only Canterlot had to offer.
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| − | A strange unicorn mare stood near the edge of the platform, her body garbed in a black cloak that hid all of her features. Her crimson eyes peered out from beneath the cowl of her outfit, glancing back into town as if she were patiently waiting for someone. A dark pelted griffon with a bag tightly fastened around his neck exited the famous unicorn town, his yellow eyes spotting the darkly garbed unicorn. He smirked faintly, approaching her as he reached into his bag for something. The pair silently discussed something, nodding back and forth as some sort of exchange was made. The griffon quickly boarded a train and left Canterlot immediately, leaving the strange mare alone. With their exchange finished, she left the train station, walking back into Canterlot, destination unknown.
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| − | Vintage had decided to spend her free time of from work in Canterlot and had brought her art supplies and pet rat, Oliver with her. With Oliver riding atop her head and her old blue saddle bag jammed pack with art supplies she bounded off the train and noticed that a pony who looked like she was waiting for a passenger. As all the ponies got off the train and it departed Vi noticed that no one had stopped for this pony. She felt terrible that the pony she was waiting for didn't get off so being friendly and all she went up to the pony. Before she could get there she noticed the griffon gave the pony something which she hastily stowed away.
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| − | "Hello there, I'm Vintage. What is your name? Vintage asked intriguingly.
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| − | "What did that griffon give you?"
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| − | "It's so warm out, why are you wearing that cloak?"
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| − | "Do you need help with anything? Are you waiting for anypony?"
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| − | Sounding more oppressively than she had meant Vintage cheerily stared at the pony.
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| − | The black mare had no intention at all of going onto any train, silently watching her griffon friend leave. When addressed suddenly by her white counterpart, the cloaked mare blinked, the suddenness of her appearance being a bit disturbing. "Hello Lady Vintage, I am Asteria," she remarked simply, not sure of the intent of the cerulean maned mare.
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| − | "The griffon gave me money for services rendered. I wear a cloak for privacy. I was waiting for my griffon friend and he just recently arrived. I am no longer waiting for anyone in particular," she patiently replied to the unicorn, Vintage able to detect the patience required to ask so many questions in a row with no room to insert her own comments.
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| − | "I was about to return to my office and check if further work was required of me," the black unicorn explained for the eager mare, her stoic face hiding any thoughts she might have had about the inquisitive unicorn that had asked her so many questions.
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| − | Vintage wished she had stuck her hoof in her mouth to keep her from talking. What had gotten into her, asking such a strange pony so many strange questions.
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| − | "Oh my, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm heading into town maybe I can accompany you to your office? Well, is your office even in Canterlot?"
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| − | Looking at the big mare she realized what a shrimp of a pony she must have looked like talking to such a elegant pony. She felt overwhelmed and helpless, what was she doing?!? She thought to herself; Well Vintage, you've finally lost it, Congratz.
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| − | Asteria paused faintly, thinking over the odd offer from the friendly green eyed unicorn. "I have never received a request to visit my office. If that is what you wish to do, then I will do nothing to hinder you, please follow me to my officer here in Canterlot," the black mare calmly remarked, gesturing for Vintage to follow after her. Her black hood glowed a deep red as she carefully lowered the hood of her cloak to better reveal her head in the light of the day. The light of the day revealed that her pelt was indeed the darkest of blacks. Her short scarlet mane was clearly visible as it lifelessly draped down her neck. The strange mare glanced back on visage with her crimson eyes, curious as to what brought her here.
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| − | "May I ask what brings you here to Canterlot? And may I also ask why you are interested in my establishment in particular?" the unicorn asked patiently, offering the very talkative mare two questions of her own. It seemed as if Asteria was completely unaware of why this white mare had asked her so many questions, but it was rather hard to tell if that was the case, her unchanging expression masking her thoughts well.
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| − | Vintage watched as the mare removed to show the way she really looked. She wasn't a pony that appeared very light hearted, then again Vintage never judged a book by it's cover. Looking at her on white pelt that glimmered in the sunlight she flipped her short blue mane.
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| − | " I came to Canterlot to visit the gallery. I just loved meeting new ponies and you just stuck out to me and you seemed very intersting. I was being a little rude when I questioned you."
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| − | As she stood there her pet rat, Oliver, climbed out of her saddle bag and sat on her head. Normally this wouldn't have bothered Vintage, but she wanted to impress this pony.
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| − | Asteria calmly trotted beside Vintage as she explained that she was here for some art show. She listened as the slightly hyper unicorn explained that she was interested in making friends with her. The white mare then suggested that she stood out, drawing her calm gaze of the mysterious unicorn.
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| − | "In Equestria, black pelts are not the norm in world full of brightly colored ponies. I took no offense in your inquiry, it is only natural to question things that you do not understand," she calmly remarked for Vi, the unicorn genuinely seeming to not be bothered by her quick flow of personal questions. "The gallery? I returned a stolen piece of artwork to the gallery not too long ago. I wonder if it is the same one?" Asteria explained calmly, not making a huge spectacle of herself as she mentioned it so casually.
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| − | The black mare watched the rat climb atop her new associate's head, whiskers feverishly shaking as the strange pet reacted to the environment. The Canterlot pony did not seem frightened by the sudden appearance of the rodent, her head faintly cocking to the side as she examined it. "Lady Vintage, your pet seems to be rather lively. There are some ponies in this city who will not appreciate it's appearance though. While ponies in Canterlot have more education, relative to other cities in Equestria, they are also disproportionally bothered by such creatures," she remarked calmly for Vintage, the strange unicorn never seeming to be bothered by anything.
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