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| − | (Modified Transcript from [[http://friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=deadthreads&action=display&thread=5435#ixzz2RrwkSqGT]] by Dream Gaze and cc)
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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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| − | Small chimes could be heard on the wind as the box played it's soft melody and the gazelle placed her head on the soft grass as she listened to it with a great sense of nostalgia, completely unaware of her surroundings.
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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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| − | Jamais raised her head when she noticed a purple unicorn had sat down next to her while she was reminiscing about her childhood. He introduced himself as Thorn and she was rather curious about his motives and couldn't help but be cautious. The last purple unicorn she met was an ice mage and she didn't like the cold at all... Still... he might end up being her next client, so she saw this as an opportunity to get another goal to work towards. Calm and collected, she took a small card with fine print out of the bag around her neck. It will read as follows...
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| − | Traveler for hire
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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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| − | Thorn grinned, this gazelle seemed not only very interesting, but very interested in him too. It was only proven to be even more so when she asked for his autograph.
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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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| − | May you find someone as loving as Valorous Dawn.' and below it, he did his signature, a rather curvaceous V with each side curling into a small ball at the end.
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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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| − | 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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| − | Vitur began to explain how to navigate with the star to the north that would appear soon and Vindur listened intently. The last thing he wanted was to get lost out here in the tundra without any way back home. Then his father nuzzled him and he pulled away slightly at first, but smiled at his father and nuzzled him back anyway. It didn't matter if his father was embarrassing; Vindur had a special place for everyone in his family in his heart.
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| − | Vitur finished his speech and the star in question appeared."Wow," he heard himself utter. It was amazing, and Vindur was sure he'd be able to keep it in memory. Quite a site, that star; and very noticeable.
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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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