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On 12/24/2018 at 9:30 AM, Randimaxis said:

"I'll bet we could construct a sturdier harness as well, one that would possibly hold a few hardpoints for - oh, I don't know - platforms for launching fireworks? 

There were more than this being said, but Blitz really weren't listening, and just stood with an open-mouthed smile, starring into the air, as she imagined herself soaring around the sky with rockets under her wings. The possibilities were incredible! Great for weaponizing too. Put some pressure bombs under there, and let it drop down from a safe distance to erraticate an area. Just imagine how great that could be to fight off monsters.

And the pranks! Itching powder spread far, lights to make ponies at night think you were some sorta monster - and to guide your way too - glitterbombs in clutters, etc. etc.

She had been wanting to comment on some things before that, like her never having access to any sort of good, light metal in Ponyville, and that the frame were mostly to test shape and functionality first, but the flying fireworks occupied too much of her mind right now. She didn't even notice that Silver left for a bit, though the return managed to finally wighle in and snap her out if it. Sorta. Blitz still imagined herself flying around and making all sorts of problems, but there were room for more than one crazy thing at a time.

On 12/24/2018 at 9:30 AM, Randimaxis said:

"This is... well, it's something I've been trying to work on for almost a year now - it functions as a magical energy magnifier, making a small amount of energy into a MUCH bigger one, meaning that even a tiny bit of magic could potentially power an entire city block by itself for weeks!  But I haven't really had the chance to apply it to anything here, as... well, I'm still iffy on the thresholds it would be capable of.  But, if we could use your wing harness as a test-run, then I could get a better idea of how efficient it can be in actual practice, as well as test its' capacities and capabilities when pushed beyond the parameters I've already discovered on my own."

"Woah. So you can kinda use a magic gem, put it in here, and then comes lotsa power? Cool!"

Blitz didn't want her own design to be reliant on magic in the long run, as it would essentially make it useless for earth ponies, or pegasi with very damaged wings who need replacements, and how fiar would that be?

But perhaps it could be stored? So like... Get to a station, and have a unicorn fill up the tank with a weeks worth or something? Wouldn't be perfect, but it sure would be a step in the right direction at least, and any process would be great.

On 12/24/2018 at 9:30 AM, Randimaxis said:

"Uh... is that harness removable?  I mean, not like can I have it, but more like can we try it out on my bench before we try it out with you wearing it?"

"Uhuh, totally removable. Just gotta get the strip off and it slides right off."

Blitz went af it right away, and used her magic to loosen the leather belt keeping the contructionfrom wriggling loose. It were wrapped pretty well around her stomach and colored like her fur, so it were hard to distinguish from her coat at a glance. Yet as it slowly got loosened from the gears she had it stuck between, it would get pretty obvious, as it began to wobble around somewhat, and Blitz - with a bit of magic and effort - wriggled out of it, and floated the entire thing up to the table.

It weren't something that had to be worn constantly, but Blitz had just gotten used to having it on all the time because it reminded her of one of her long time goals, as well as making her look cool, at least in her eyes. Made it weird to not have it on though, so she stumbled around a little after floating it off.

"I don't worry about you keeping it Silver. I trust you a whole bunch more than that, and you're really smart, so I wanna show you everything I got, hehe."

No matter her potential for destruction, Blitz had no malice within her whatsoever, and she tended to like everypony until they had shown her something to go against it. It was a naive way to be that had gotten her taken advantage off a few times, but she barely even knew about it when it occurred, and when it did, she didn't let it weigh her down, or sour her views on others. Beyond the ones who had been bad that were, of course, but she'd support anypony who claimed to have changed in a heartbeat. Had surprised Discord the one time she met him, when he said he were reformed and she just went *Okay!* and hugged his tail, but he had taken it well enough from what she could see. She had even heard him laugh over it. Pretty good evening in her mind.

To return to the situation at hoof though, Blitz looked between the harness and Silver, ready to examine and learn from the master of the quarry. This might end up damaging the wings or harness, but it'd be fine. No experiment could be done without something going wrong eventually, and it wasn't like she hadn't more or less destroyed them several times already.

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Mystic was conflicted, though she still showed only a calm positive nature on her face. While everything in her nature told her to run, her heart held her firm to the floor, she would do whatever was necessary to see Dax again. She took a moment to respond to the request, calmly taking into account what she had been told.

It is very likely that She has both heard and read about me personally, though to what extent is unknown. I cannot believe that Dax has told her my secret, and he would never write of it I am sure, so to that I am certain she cannot know. But she wanted me to know that she has eyes on me. I will just have to appease them.

The kind smile on her face remained as her eyes brightened in response, "Oh! There is little hope that one so lowly as I could ever hope to make an impact. Surely I can do no more than what Mr. Ligh" Her eyes went wide as she stopped suddenly before coughing politely, "Excuse me, Mr." she gave a frustrated sigh, "No, Vice Consul Easle, has already done. It is my hope that my time at this quarry will rather improve my own reputation. To work for one of the most highly esteemed quarries in the eyes of Troy... would certainly be a step up for one so lowly as I. In a matter of speaking, I hope to become part of your family, to understand the inner workings and improve them if I can, expand where possible and, in short, prepare the quarry as it moves into future generations of success."

While she thought it a bit untimely, she drew lightly upon her own inner magics to create an aura of acceptance and positivity, hopefully it would aid in keeping herself in the favor of Lady Vylia.

She looked as though an idea struck her, "Perhaps a demonstration? It was indicated in my paperwork that I am skilled in the ancient zebrican art of divination correct? If it so pleases you, I would gladly show a glimpse of what the future holds for the quarry."

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On 12/24/2018 at 12:30 AM, Randimaxis said:

He gave a rapturous sigh, closed his eyes, and leaned right back against the lovely mare next to him.  Slowly, reverently, he brought up a forehoof and wrapped it gingerly around her shoulders, carefully pulling her closer yet not squeezing too hard nor trapping her.  The smile that cut a path across his muzzle was broad and joyful, and he took a chance - leaning toward her, he nuzzled her mane with great care not to muss it up.

Dahlia's vocabulary wasn't enough to describe this moment.  She knew what it felt like, she knew what the two of them were doing, but there was no exact way to put it.  Her mind ran wild as the stallion who had so successfully wooed her gave her exactly what she wanted.  Was this really what love felt like?  Were they really in love?  It was all happening so quickly, surely she was only giving in because she needed this as much as he said he did?

The knocking on the door awoke her from her stupor.  "Hey, do you two lovebirds want me to take the sign down?"

"Y-...Yes!  Do that!" the mare shrieked out to her sister.  How long had they been sitting like this?  She remembered Slapper speaking to her, but his words seemed like a distant memory.  She felt mesmerized by his voice, entranced by his very presence.  How could she let him go?

"O-or...maybe I should get back to this...if you have places to be, that is."  She pulled back to meet his gaze.  A part of her wished that he did, lest the tension in her chest reach a snapping point, but the other half...

"We could meet up later somewhere, if you know a place?"

On 12/24/2018 at 12:30 AM, Randimaxis said:

"THAT, Master Key, would be a stallion by the name of Horace Blackwater - one of the first of the more rotten branches of the Blackwater family tree."

Low visibly recoiled at the passion in Beck's voice as he recounted the crimes of the estranged Blackwater.  Multiple times, the young noblestallion gasped, shocked at the depravity of Horace.  How could a pony ever do those things and not feel remorse?  How could a pony be that short sighted?  More so, how could others follow in his footsteps?

"I am sorry if I dredged up painful memories," he muttered, his eyes shifting.  "Though I am curious, I will not ask about the others you have mentioned.  I wish not to sour our moods."

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On 1/4/2019 at 12:08 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"Uhuh, totally removable. Just gotta get the strip off and it slides right off."

Silver watched as the harness came off... then gave a tch-tch sound as she looked at Blitz's coat underneath.

"Hang on - let's wipe you up a bit, okay?  After all, if we're going to keep your harness in tip-top shape, you really should try to keep a little more clean."

Her magic levitated over a small rag and, with a quick dip into some water, Silver began to fuss over the little powderkeg's coat; she spot cleaned and gently smoothed rumpled fur down, treating her the way a mother would and giving her a brush-up.  She the set down the rag, levitated over a practical coat brush and gave it to Blitz.

"Here... give yourself a once-over while I get a look at the harness, okay?"

On 1/4/2019 at 12:08 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"I don't worry about you keeping it Silver. I trust you a whole bunch more than that, and you're really smart, so I wanna show you everything I got, hehe."

The quarry's handimare began inspecting the entire contraption up close, a small brush lifted with her magic hovering over her head and occasionally sweeping lightly at different joints and connections, giving her a better look at some of the sootier portions of it.

"This... this is amazing, Blitz!  I mean, I've seen a few attempts at building functional wings before, but these are quite capable - though, honestly, they could be improved upon with some lighter materials, and maybe a bit of streamlining - so to speak, of course.  The magical hydraulics, though... I mean, WOW!  This sort of hoofdiwork is astounding..."

She stepped back and looked directly at Blitz.

"When it comes to this harness and its' potential... Blitz, you're golden!  Well, okay, maybe not so much as made of gold, but more like you have an amazing capacity for invention... and it shows!"

She then made her way over to her worktable, and she began to look through her boxes of parts.  "I think I may have to make a part to install the magic conduit, but otherwise I'm fairly certain this might work!  It'll just take a moment or two, so hold on for a bit... but, uh, you could tell me a bit more about that... crater... you were talking about, if you like?  This may take juuuuuuuust a moment, but I'd be happy to listen if you're happy to talk about it?"

She hoped so - the more Silver Studs learned about this fascinating little ball of boom, the more she liked her.

 

 

On 1/4/2019 at 8:57 PM, Illiad Easle said:

"Oh! There is little hope that one so lowly as I could ever hope to make an impact. Surely I can do no more than what Mr. Ligh-... excuse me, Mr. - No, Vice Consul Easle, has already done. It is my hope that my time at this quarry will rather improve my own reputation. To work for one of the most highly esteemed quarries in the eyes of Troy... would certainly be a step up for one so lowly as I. In a matter of speaking, I hope to become part of your family, to understand the inner workings and improve them if I can, expand where possible and, in short, prepare the quarry as it moves into future generations of success."

Vylia's expression seemed amused, but her voice was soft and serious when she replied.

"Dearie... NO ONE will ever match what Illiad Easle has done for this place, and THAT is a truth you may take to the bank."

She then sighed, but maintained her grin.  "However, I do believe you are laying the flattery on a tad thick, my dear - though I very much appreciate the attention, I also have a few thoughts on those who speak ill of themselves.  My request is that, as long as you work for me, you shall dispense with the self-effacing attempts - if you have skill, speak boldly of it.  There's hardly any shame in bragging about what you're good at, as long as you're able to back it up when called on to do so."

"Besides," she smirked, "you're MY assistant now - that means you have much to be proud of, dearie."

This said, she smiled broadly again and looked Mystic over once more... though now, she was gauging her more honestly.  Strangely enough, she felt quite pleased with the presence of this zebra - she had this air of positivity that certainly showed, and it helped the Blackwater matron to accept the idea of this newcomer.

On 1/4/2019 at 8:57 PM, Illiad Easle said:

"Perhaps a demonstration? It was indicated in my paperwork that I am skilled in the ancient zebrican art of divination correct? If it so pleases you, I would gladly show a glimpse of what the future holds for the quarry."

Vylia sat forward with interest.

"Truly?  Well, I must certainly say that it would be a treat to witness such an ethnic rarity for myself!  By all means, please do - show me what sort of potential you may have in THAT capacity... while my butler brings us the other test of your abilities."

She gave a cryptic smile at this... yet she watched with interest, waiting to see exactly what the zebra was speaking of.

 

 

22 hours ago, Hazard Time said:

"Hey, do you two lovebirds want me to take the sign down?"

Slapper jumped as if he'd been bitten - he had completely forgotten about the sister.

22 hours ago, Hazard Time said:

"Y-...Yes!  Do that!  O-or...maybe I should get back to this...if you have places to be, that is." 

"... madam, the rest of the world can go directly to Tartarus, should it stand between us... yet... yet..."

He sighed.  "Of course.  I can hardly ask for MORE of your precious time, as I've only just met you - though I promise you, my soul is begging for just another second..."

No.  Space between you two.  Time.  Figure out what you ARE doing, and if exposing yourself - and her - can even be feasible.  If you're going to DO this very, VERY unsafe thing, at least think it through!

His thoughts were trying their best to be reasonable... but far be it for the heart to have anything other than HER it its' view.

22 hours ago, Hazard Time said:

"We could meet up later somewhere, if you know a place?"

Slapper gave a slight smile.  

"Yes... yes, of course.  By the manor house, there is a garage - nopony frequents it, and it would be solitary and quiet enough to give us... privacy."

He envisioned himself and the lovely mare, holding each other tightly and speaking sweet whispers back and forth as they snuggled closer and closer.  The garage tended to stay unoccupied for long periods of time - Slapper, at least, had never noticed anypony inside - and it would be a perfect place for a rendezvous with this amazing... incredible... beautiful...

His blush crept further down his barrel, yet he still lifted a hoof to touch her pretty muzzle.

"Tonight.  When the moon is high.  I await you there already.  Fare thee well, lovely Dahlia."

With this, he dared to take up her dainty hoof and press a single kiss to it, hoping he wasn't being too forward - of course, the entire moment here had seemed a bit forward, but... well, the heart wants what it wants, and apparently she felt the same way too.  Before she could react otherwise, Slapper slipped outside; if he had lingered any longer, he might not have stopped at merely kissing her hoof. 

He looked as lovestruck as he felt, and gave little care to anything or anyone around him as he drifted off toward the mine proper, nearly tripping over his own hooves even as his mind was frantically trying to get him to reason what sort of danger this could bring.

Redd Handid watched as Knee almost seemed to wobble/waltz by him as he made his way to the spectacle of the Fortune Tellers.

"Well... we shall see what sort of nonsense THIS is about, shall we?"

He stopped outside and, with a sneer on his muzzle, he spoke to Ophelia.  "I assume THIS is what has many of the other workers talking, yes?  Five bits to flatter or frighten the workers here, and then to simply take off before any unsatisfied customers come calling back?  Really, now... does Mister Blackwater know of this solicitation on his property?"

Redd was a handsome red unicorn stallion, with a thick, full mane and tail... yet the sour look he wore spoiled the image considerably.

 

 

23 hours ago, Hazard Time said:

"I am sorry if I dredged up painful memories.  Though I am curious, I will not ask about the others you have mentioned.  I wish not to sour our moods."

Beck gave a boggled look for a moment before he let out a small chuckle.  "Master Key, I assure you - I am not THAT long in the tooth!  Most of the history of this family was taught to my brother and I by Daxter himself, as he..."

He cleared his throat a bit.  "As he spent much of his time here at the manor... without much of an audience for what he had learned."

He looked as though he were trying to appraise the young noble, then he nodded slightly to himself.

"Your curiosity far exceeds my comfort, Master Key - and to speak of these things is merely distasteful, yet not truly a damper on my own mood.  In fact, I gauge it would be far better for you to be more aware of what Blackwater history you can gather, so that you are more aware of what has come before.  Those who do not learn of the past are yet doomed to repeat its' offenses... and such things, I would heartily endeavor NOT to see replicated within my lifetime."

He continued walking.

"Harland Blackwater - he found the company of his other siblings to be... bothersome... at best, and had each one driven out of the Blackwater manor, until he alone remained.  He then attempted to stymie the flow of Blackwater emeralds into Equestria, in an ill-fated attempt to drive up their worth, as to ensure a greater profit.  Ultimately, his erstwhile brothers and sisters returned to the manor en masse... and unceremoniously tossed him out on his flank.  From there, he found himself exiled for his shady practices, and left Equestria for good... to this day, his fate lies unknown.  THAT is him, Master Key - in all his 'glory'."

The portrait he pointed to depicted a ruddy red unicorn with a coat that almost looked as though it were rusty; even his brightly colored red-and-green mane and soft blue eyes couldn't detract from the narrow-eyed, seething look that he wore.  He appeared to be just as conniving and mean-spirited as Beck's story spoke of.

"Germaine Blackwater - a scoundrel and a shyster, he managed to alienate much of Equestria due to his 'miracle tonic' that he peddled across the nation.  A tonic, it would be true to say, that was mere sugar water at best... and when ingredients were scarce, disgusting at worst.  Though none of his tonics were as unsafe as Horace's alcohol, they caused nausea and tremors, and he spread them much farther, making far more profit on the gullibility of others than the lethal rotgut ever did.  However, when it was discovered that he was ALSO smuggling illicit dark magics in his caravans, he was promptly imprisoned."

Motioning to another portrait, this one depicted another unicorn, one that was an almost sickly green color, with a mane as black as night and eyes of a shifty amber hue.  He looked as if the stallion himself was possibly poisonous, and the crooked smirk on his muzzle only added to the image.  In comparison, Dax's own sheepish grin was MUCH nicer than that one... yet the two were eerily similar; two sides of a coin, almost.

He closed his eyes and sighed.  "Then there was Erasmus Blackwater, Germaine's only colt."

Pointing again, Key was directed to a portrait showing a dour-faced and haughty Earth Pony stallion, who had a soft blue, almost silvery coat, bespectacled and hard as rock.  The ice blue eyes and stern expression was very similar to the one worn by Luther Blackwater, but there was a cruelty there that wasn't present in the Blackwater patriarch's gaze when Key endured it earlier.

"Or, as Master Luther refers to him... ex-management."  Beck gave a small shiver as he looked to the painting.

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2 hours ago, Randimaxis said:

She then sighed, but maintained her grin.  "However, I do believe you are laying the flattery on a tad thick, my dear - though I very much appreciate the attention, I also have a few thoughts on those who speak ill of themselves.  My request is that, as long as you work for me, you shall dispense with the self-effacing attempts - if you have skill, speak boldly of it.  There's hardly any shame in bragging about what you're good at, as long as you're able to back it up when called on to do so."

"Besides," she smirked, "you're MY assistant now - that means you have much to be proud of, dearie."

Mystic looked slightly chagrined by the correction, but bore it with a slight smile, seemingly with a bit of relief, "Duly noted, any way I can improve myself I adore."

2 hours ago, Randimaxis said:

She gave a cryptic smile at this... yet she watched with interest, waiting to see exactly what the zebra was speaking of.

Mystic motioned for Vylia to take a seat at the table she had previously occupied as she retrieved the blindfold she had just used to sketch Madam Blackwater, which she decided to also bring out as an example, "While it is the same magic that Zebrican Far-Seers use, I was trained in a different style, commonly known in Troy as the DelPhi'c art, which uses pictures to display the future, views rather than words." (And as a disclaimer I am no artist so I will not be drawing anything I apologize to disappoint.) She held up what she had drawn of Madam Blackwater, "I would say I caught you rather well, but easily be explained by any number of methods, including a lucky guess." She set the paper down as she retrieved a new one along with a sketching implement, placing them squarely before her as she fastened the blindfold over her eyes.

She took a calming breath as she began, the glow of her eye shining through the blindfold as she began to draw a scene. It seemed to be a well decorated party hosted in a garden, and while most of the ponies featured in the image lacked detail, a few of them were made recognizable to Vylia as rather important individuals, members of her own family as well as certain Canterlot nobles, and at least one she wouldn't recognize. Above all was the unmistakable figure of the Vice Consul himself.

Mystic set the tool down with a soft sigh as she removed the blindfold, though her eyes remained closed as she gestured to the image, "It seems the quarry has something rather interesting in its future."

There was no way Mystic could have known about the party Vylia and Carnelian had been planning, much less the idea to hold it in the gardens (I really hope I remembered that detail right.) Further it seemed that the very Illiad Easle she had just praised would be there as well,

If the image were to be believed at all that was.

(Given I don't personally know who you have in mind to be there, and Mystic wouldn't know them either, I can't mention them by name, but you can feel free to add descriptions as a hint or misdirection to the rest of us as to who you have planned. Nonetheless, the picture shows them, but will only be confirmed once the party happens.)

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On 1/20/2019 at 3:58 AM, Randimaxis said:

"Hang on - let's wipe you up a bit, okay?  After all, if we're going to keep your harness in tip-top shape, you really should try to keep a little more clean."

Her magic levitated over a small rag and, with a quick dip into some water, Silver began to fuss over the little powderkeg's coat; she spot cleaned and gently smoothed rumpled fur down, treating her the way a mother would and giving her a brush-up.  She the set down the rag, levitated over a practical coat brush and gave it to Blitz.

"Here... give yourself a once-over while I get a look at the harness, okay?"

Blitz giggled at times when when cloth ran over her and cleaned up a bit of her coat. It wouldn't be able to do anything about the large spots that smelled of gun powder, but she were pretty sure those had like, infected her pores or something. She had tried loads of things to get rid of it at least, and not even when all the hairs in her coat fell out that one time did anything help. It just grew out weird again, while it had gotten kinda chilly. She'd be fine though. Probably. Long as she didn't get herself set on fire. She'd likely be extra flammable compared to a normal filly.

Getting cleaned up like this were actually one of the more normal things she had done in recent times, far as she knew at least. Back when she had still been welcome at school, some of the other students had talked about how their mothers did something like this, and sounded like it was all kinds of embarrassing, but Blitz had never really understood why. Having tried it now weren't helping that either, as it were pretty neat actually, even if she had to sit still more than she usually did without tinkering with something.

The inactivity would end when she were handed the brush and told to freshen up herself a little too, which she started right away. She didn't brush her coat all that often, but her tail were massive, and prone to getting stuck in bushes, so she had to brush that constantly or it'd look like she collected twigs and leaves. There weren't anything stuck right now, so she figured her coat were the culprit that Silver wanted her to go for, and got to work, whilst looking at the mare going over the wings.

Blitz could feel her chest tingling with excitement over how Silver would view this. They were far from done, but Blitz still considered it some of her best work (in progress), and Silver were a genius by all accounts. Who were better to judge her things than the smartest mare around? Nopony, that's who.

On 1/20/2019 at 3:58 AM, Randimaxis said:

"This... this is amazing, Blitz!  I mean, I've seen a few attempts at building functional wings before, but these are quite capable - though, honestly, they could be improved upon with some lighter materials, and maybe a bit of streamlining - so to speak, of course.  The magical hydraulics, though... I mean, WOW!  This sort of hoofdiwork is astounding..."

She stepped back and looked directly at Blitz.

"When it comes to this harness and its' potential... Blitz, you're golden!  Well, okay, maybe not so much as made of gold, but more like you have an amazing capacity for invention... and it shows!"

"Yey!"

She could've gone on about how it were sometimes difficult since most of the work were done when the tip of her horn were broken, and the materials at hoof. Perhaps even how often she had stalked pegasi to see how they flew around, which were less creepy than it sounded, but hearing how Silver praised the work didn't leave room for rational responses, just pure joy, as the brush fell down and Blitz threw herself around Silver's back leg, hugging it tightly. She liked hugging legs more than necks, though she weren't technically sure why. She just figured it had something to do with most ponies talking with her being taller, so the legs were easier to grab, though that made it strange how she had done it from the first moment she could remember.

Silver should be able to shake the filly before getting to the workbench, or just drag her along. Without the harness and wings, Blitz were pretty light weight.

On 1/20/2019 at 3:58 AM, Randimaxis said:

"I think I may have to make a part to install the magic conduit, but otherwise I'm fairly certain this might work!  It'll just take a moment or two, so hold on for a bit... but, uh, you could tell me a bit more about that... crater... you were talking about, if you like?  This may take juuuuuuuust a moment, but I'd be happy to listen if you're happy to talk about it?"

"Uhuh, I can tell you about the crater. It's biiiig, goes like, a meter and a half down, and there was lots of strange metal and scraps there when I woke up in the middle. That's my first memory of anything. Then I gathered the stuff, and banged it together with some stones to make my workshop! The first ponies that found me out there got reeeeally confused and took me to Ponyville, where the doctor checked my head. Said something about amnesia or something since I can't remember anything, but I didn't really listen. He had this fun little watch, and I really wanted to go out and make one too.

But then they got boring and sent me to the orphanage in Canterlot. I liked the foals there, they were fun, but the head mistress was all kinds of grumpy. All *go to bed with the rest* and *don't explode stuff*. They said I could go after I leveled their porch, but I sometimes go back to show pretty fireworks to my friends. They like that, though there's not many left of them. Some nice ponies have adopted lots of them recently.

Uhm what then... Oh! I got back to Ponyville, and then they said I had to go to school, but they didn't want me there either. They said it wasn't nice chasing bullies around with bombs, but meh to them. it wasn't even a working one or anything. It was just a fun prop to show the others.

Guess they also didn't like me blowing up the toilets, hehe. The principal got a really funny face after she saw that.

I guess tha- Oh! I just had to talk stuff about the hole, right? Well, it glows at night, but that's because of some fun powder I put in there. Couldn't use it in fireworks sadly. All kinds of toxic, and I don't wanna make ponies feel sick. That's the sorta thing crazy ponies do, and I'm not crazy!"

Blitz pouted a little as she said that last part, though it lasted only about a second. There was just too much to be excited about to make it possible for her to stay glum.

"I think that's all I know about the hole. Wanna know other things? Oh! And how's it going with putting the fun thing to the wings? Is it working? Melting perhaps? Melting can be fun."

Regardless of whatever she had been clutching on up to this point or if she had been dragged off Silver's leg, Blitz would get up and to the side of the mare at this point, and bounce up and down, trying to get a good look at what she were doing, and whatever or not it were currently burning or melting. That sorta thing happened to everypony, right?

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On 1/19/2019 at 6:58 PM, Randimaxis said:

"I assume THIS is what has many of the other workers talking, yes?  Five bits to flatter or frighten the workers here, and then to simply take off before any unsatisfied customers come calling back?  Really, now... does Mister Blackwater know of this solicitation on his property?"

This wasn't the first time Ophelia had dealt with hecklers, and it wouldn't be the last.  Where her sister would have balked, she gave a courteous grin.  If she needed to, she had a secret weapon up her sleeve, or should she say, under her bangs.

"Welcome, mister!  I'm afraid you have us very wrong.  It's unfortunate that there are imitators out there who take advantage of the common pony's lack of knowledge on the subject of occult mysteries, but I have personally revealed no fewer than five.  I guarantee to you that my sister and I are legitimate, and we do our best to insure that our customers receive quality readings with no corner-cutting at all!  If you don't happen to be interested, then that is something I can understand, but do keep in mind that there are many ponies who are, and they are free to decide how they should spend their money.  If we are not wanted, then we shall leave...as soon as our wagon is repaired, of course."  The beaming smile on her face said it all.  He wouldn't just toss two pretty mares right out into the dangerous wilderness, would he?

 

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On 1/19/2019 at 6:58 PM, Randimaxis said:

"Your curiosity far exceeds my comfort, Master Key - and to speak of these things is merely distasteful, yet not truly a damper on my own mood.

The noblestallion gulped as Beck went into great detail on each of the estranged Blackwater ancestors.  His own family kept records of their geneology, mainly for political reasons, but he had never had a relative who was quite as bad as any of these.  Then again, it did help his family was relatively young, having been made nobles only about 175 years ago.

"Ex-management...does that mean...Erasmus was Luther's father?"

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