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@Props Valroa

(Spectra)

Operata would not say a word back. What even could he say? With every word, she showed more and more, how much of a true monster she were. Wanting to infiltrate and convince the Trojans to invade and subjugate Equestria? Raining incredibly volatile, dangerous explosions and fire down upon them indiscriminately? Gleeful, at the mere thought of an Equestria, ruled by a dictators hoof?

He knew that much as Troy and Equestria hated one another, the Trojans specifically wanted the monarchy absolved, and be replaced with a democracy. They were not in the mindset of subjugating and overtaking a country. Especially not by stomping across the charred remains of a vast landscape of innocent civilians. And yet, he did not doubt that her plan would indeed involve trying to push it that far. Perhaps even to the point of taking over the consul, and act in his stead, to push the more extreme measures. Or by simply corrupting whoever was the consul currently, with whispers of power, and glory.

This were getting too far, for any reward to be worth it. He wished only to have his wife back. That simple dream of his, were all that he had strived for, ever since he had seen that Mauser were in the possession of this vile villain, and now, he were on the road to be an associate to genocide. She would not have wanted him to do something like this for her. Were she here, he knew for a fact that despite how far he might have been able to tell himself, that he could push it, and she would still remain understanding to him, this would be too far. He were a disgrace, and a traitor. But he would not accept what else she wanted to push upon him.

He didn't know how, or when. But sooner or later, he would find a way, to put a stick in her plans, and make them crumble to dust. Let her trap him, and drain him for eternity. Let his wife and cats, be ground to dust in their prisons even. At the least then, they would be able to find peace in the next world. He would not accept things going as far as she wanted them, no matter the cost. It were too far.

In time, they would reach a part that seemed ideal to putting down camp for the evening. A few more hours in the morning, and they should reach the point where they would walk. It would be best to stop, when night fell at least. They could keep going of course, but there were no saying if there'd be a hospitable place to hunker down for tonight, like the small cave that could be seen after the flat landscape, in front of the river. Might be an area filled with stone, and if she wanted to be ready to go into Troy, walking the entire way at night were a bad idea. She'd be lacking energy probably, and it would be hard for any security on either side of the border, to know if she were an enemy, if she were seen sneaking around, so they might just get pummeled on sight.

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(Spoiled Rich)

They were both looking as if they had seen a ghost at first, when she showed up there. Three whole years, and then suddenly, she were there. Returned seemingly in the flesh, right here at home, as if she had barely left, looking as radiant as ever.

Diamond were the first to do something, moving to rush forward, but Filthy would stop her, and stand in front of her, to keep Spoiled away from her.

"What are you doing?! It's her. It's mom!"

"Diamond, stay back there. We don't know that."

He knew stories, well as Spoiled did. More of them in fact, as he had been around for longer than her. Imposters were not unheard of, and as it stood, just showing up and acting like Spoiled, were just gonna make him suspicious. He had to be. After three years of nothing, just returned like this? It were suspicious, and he had to think of his daughter in this. He couldn't just take chances, and pretend. Even if he wanted to, he had to know for sure.

"We have to be sure."

She should know what this meant. To go to them, and present them with the proof. The stone and more, marking them as the authentication tools, that their lawyer used for this purpose. And if she presented them, he would reach a shaking hoof out, and touch it himself, and watched at the stone would turn a deep, dark purple. The result that it should, if they were both touching it at the same time. This would prove, without the shadow of a doubt, that this were indeed Spoiled. His wife- Diamond's mother, had returned. And soon as he knew that for sure, he would lunge forward, and take her into a tight embrace. Diamond would follow right after, hugging her mother while she stood on her back legs, trying to reach as high up as she could, with the left side of her head pressed against Spoiled.

"Spoiled, I... I didn't t-think we'd ever... It's so good to have you h-home again."

Rich weren't normally an emotional pony. Sure he had his moments when they were courting, and during their marriage, but he were mostly the sort who showed his emotions with a aura of dignity around him. Restrained and kept in check, for the sake of how others perceived him. Just as he had been taught to do, by his parents. But in this moment, there were no restraints. No dignity. There were but a husband and his daughter, trying their best to formulate how they felt, but failing to adequately do so, whilst tears of joy streamed down their face.

Had there been any here to witness this, several might look at the scene, and consider this the most relatable, that these three had ever appeared. Yet the staff were working elsewhere, and there were none that could simple look on from the outside. The house were better built than that, and the yard did well in covering from prying eyes, lest it were some of the places where they were okay with others watching.

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@Blitz Boom

(Spectra)

Of course, Spectra was merely talking about subjective plans for the moment - she had went silent for now, preferring to focus on whatever lay ahead directly in their path. Truth be told, Spectra herself didn't even know if anything close to her goals were even possible - let alone if she managed to get in and have some kind of private audience with the Consul. Of course she wanted to manipulate and get involved in any way she could. Her ideals of bombing Canterlot to dust might be out of the question, even for her, but that won't stop her from trying. The best she could offer is play a nice face and hand over various secretive information she had gotten from Equestria to the Trojans, as well as various technologies she knew that the Trojans would not have. 

Spectra herself had no interest in being the direct ruler - perhaps she may have floated it here and there, but with ruling, so comes responsibility. Why not set others up to rule in front of her, while she pulls the strings, and when situations don't go the way that is wanted? It gets blamed on the rulers and not on her. That was smart thinking, she thought. Spectra knew she had a lot of power and magic still, but very much preferred avoiding any open fights for the future.

By the time night fell, Spectra would begin actively searching for somewhere secluded. Ideally it would be a place that she could pull the boat off the shore and hide it in some bushes or whatever and camp somewhere near to the river that isn't in an obvious location that is easily detected. If they found a cave, a few bushes, or some equivalent to hide behind for the night she would be satisfied with that. If they did successfully manage to find a location to camp - Spectra would allow Operata to use the ground to sleep on, as she would herself. The Construct could probably just stand there dormant and "Recharge" if it needed to.

Morning should be easy to reach the border by. They were way further along than a normal crew of ponies should be - at this point in time.

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(Spoiled Rich)

 

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They were both looking as if they had seen a ghost at first, when she showed up there. Three whole years, and then suddenly, she were there. Returned seemingly in the flesh, right here at home, as if she had barely left, looking as radiant as ever.

Diamond were the first to do something, moving to rush forward, but Filthy would stop her, and stand in front of her, to keep Spoiled away from her.

"What are you doing?! It's her. It's mom!"

"Diamond, stay back there. We don't know that."

He knew stories, well as Spoiled did. More of them in fact, as he had been around for longer than her. Imposters were not unheard of, and as it stood, just showing up and acting like Spoiled, were just gonna make him suspicious. He had to be. After three years of nothing, just returned like this? It were suspicious, and he had to think of his daughter in this. He couldn't just take chances, and pretend. Even if he wanted to, he had to know for sure.

"We have to be sure."

She should know what this meant. To go to them, and present them with the proof. The stone and more, marking them as the authentication tools, that their lawyer used for this purpose. And if she presented them, he would reach a shaking hoof out, and touch it himself, and watched at the stone would turn a deep, dark purple. The result that it should, if they were both touching it at the same time. This would prove, without the shadow of a doubt, that this were indeed Spoiled. His wife- Diamond's mother, had returned. And soon as he knew that for sure, he would lunge forward, and take her into a tight embrace. Diamond would follow right after, hugging her mother while she stood on her back legs, trying to reach as high up as she could, with the left side of her head pressed against Spoiled.

"Spoiled, I... I didn't t-think we'd ever... It's so good to have you h-home again."

Rich weren't normally an emotional pony. Sure he had his moments when they were courting, and during their marriage, but he were mostly the sort who showed his emotions with a aura of dignity around him. Restrained and kept in check, for the sake of how others perceived him. Just as he had been taught to do, by his parents. But in this moment, there were no restraints. No dignity. There were but a husband and his daughter, trying their best to formulate how they felt, but failing to adequately do so, whilst tears of joy streamed down their face.

Had there been any here to witness this, several might look at the scene, and consider this the most relatable, that these three had ever appeared. Yet the staff were working elsewhere, and there were none that could simple look on from the outside. The house were better built than that, and the yard did well in covering from prying eyes, lest it were some of the places where they were okay with others watching.

Spoiled would have zero problem handing over the authentication tools to Mr. Rich, allowing him to confirm that it was indeed her. As soon as Diamond and Mr.Rich had embraced her with hugs - Spoiled's dignity began to quiver and shatter into a million pieces. Spoiled erupted into tears, just like she had been in Diamond's room alone. 

"I-I...I didn't think anything like this could ever happen. I still don't believe it...but 3 years is gone, to me it feels like I saw the two of you just yesterday. I am either going insane or this is genuinely real. I don't want it to be real. Please. I don't want it to be...please...please don't be real..." Spoiled sniffled as her eyes shut, desperately trying to stop the flowing tears but no matter how she tried she couldn't stop them. 

"I love you two more than anything. You two are my world. Everything I have done, I did it for you. All the vacations, beauty contests, I did it because I believe we deserve to enjoy our lives. I do love myself a great spa and massage though, I'll tell you that..." Spoiled chortled fondly. "When I met your father after hours at a bar - I saw how he was down in the dumps from what happened with...your mom. Everyone in my family was married, and I was the only matchmaker who wasn't married...I tried and tried for years to find someone - but they never listened. Then in one party for my Sister, your Aunt, - Tarnished Candle - he was there in the far corner. I knew that when I saw his eyes the first time, that I was onto something. We talked and talked, and then he showed me pictures of you - and when I saw you the first time, I knew I had to try." she said as she reached a hoof down, gently patting Diamond's mane gently.

"There is another thing I need to admit. I was wrong. During the schoolhouse board meeting I made a mistake. I know that you...have already chosen your friends. Perhaps I still disagree with your choices, but - you are old enough now to make your own choices." Spoiled said, a dismissive tone still leaking into her words. Spoiled still didn't like the CMC, but knew that she had no way to control what Diamond did. Especially after 3 years. It was strange seeing Spoiled be like this, however, this was such an important and rare moment.

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@Props Valroa

(Spectra)

There would be some bushes that they could make use of, near the cave they would eventually encounter. Not enough to cover for a boat their size, but it only stuck up a little, and if they harvested some branches from the nearby trees, it would cover the last little bit well. And as for the cave, it smelled like it had been used by badgers in recent weeks, but there were no marks indicating that it were currently inhabited. Just an old smell, that stuck around for a time. They could also just settle in outside if it were.

Regardless, the construct would get up and off the boat as they did, and would drag it to shore, then prepare to lift it once again. It would set it down where it were pointed towards by its supervisor, and assist in what matters it might else be required. And as they went to sleep, it would not power down, but rather have its back to them, and gaze outwards, seemingly standing guard, with Operata using his less than stellar clothes - the last few days had not been kind to his wardrobe - as a makeshift layer to rest upon. His legs would be tucked in well, but the fire damage his two front legs had sustained back in the day, would be even more notable now.

Usually he cared not to show this, but at this point, he cared not in the slightest. Other things occupied most of his mind, as he would eventually find some degree of rest.

When the sun broke, Operata would slowly open his eyes, as the sun glared down upon him. He wouldn't have rested in the cave regardless of the smell, and stayed out here, so this were inevitable. As were it that he would feel a distinct, painful emotion suddenly roaring forth in him, and his eyes would grow wide, as he roared to rise for a scream. And yet, he could not. He were held in place on the ground, by polished, wooden and stone bindings, that kept his legs stretched out and exposed. As well as in place around the knees, so that he couldn't wriggle them.

His mouth seemed to be held shut by another restraint of the sort, leaving his scream to be a muffled howl inside his own muzzle, as tears would flow down his face, and his body shuddered.

As for the culprit and reason? If Spectra had not woken to see during the night, what had happened, it would still be fairly obvious, by the fact that his legs seemed completely healed, with even, soft hair covering healthy skin, above polished hooves. His mane and tail had also been straightened. His mane in a slick back style, and the tail plain and dull, yet without as much a hair out of line.

The construct had seen new flaws on this subpar other servant of its supervisor, and had elected to spend the time to fix those flaws, and make him more suitable for his role. Yet considering his nature last time, it had elected to also restrain him, so he wouldn't have the time to act irrationally, before its supervisor would have him under control again.

It took some charm from his overall look, one might think, by making him more streamlined and plain, but he were certainly healthier. The construct still didn't seem to care for the concept of pain killers though. He had been sedated to keep him easier to repair, but beyond that, any pain were a biological flaw that needed other means to correct. A flawed design, but it were up to its supervisor when he would be repurposed.

It would have stopped if she woke up, and halted it though. Or she could simply observe, as it did not halt until around a half hour before Operata would actually wake up. It'd give her a chance to see how it used various waves of light and strange tech, to repair another being. Who knew? It might one day come in handy for herself. If not to help her, then perhaps a service to sell.

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(Spoiled Rich)

They'd both not let go of her, as she rambled on, though Filthy would get a small smile on his face, as the memory of how they met came to mind. Oh how many it were, that had told him that she were not somepony that he should pursue. That she were too mean, too stuck up, a potentially bad mother figure- But he had known that it was her, the more they had spent time together. Yes she were not flawless, and perhaps at times, she could seem a little too strict with Tiara, but he knew she were trying her best. It were not a position just anypony could handle, to take over being a mother of a small filly from another mare, like she had. But he always felt certain that she did what she did, from a place of love, and just wanted what was best for her. Even if he did not always agree fully with what she were doing.

She had taken well to Spoiled too. A bit apprehensive at first, but Tiara had been so small, when her mother and Filthy got divorced, and she did not want Tiara with her. The little filly had wanted a mother, and when she were told that Spoiled were her new mother, she had soon enough gone to try and get her affection and approval. It did lead to her getting certain traits from her too, but some time apart had helped showing her other sides of things, and softened her up somewhat. Evident in how she were crying tears of joy, holding whom she thought of as her real, genuine mother, despite being raised to show little in the way of weakness normally.

A little from them, Randolph would appear briefly in a doorway, but upon seeing the family together, would instantly step backwards, out of sight, as quietly as he could. This were not the time for his interjection. Mayhap best he simply went to the wine cellar for now, yes? He had an expensive bottle to draw out for tonight.

Neither Filthy, nor Tiara noticed though, as the elderly stallion would wander elsewhere, to make his way to the cellar.

"I... I didn't try to d-disobey, mom. Things just happened. But I s-still do what you've taught me."

"*sniff* She does. Tiara is... She's in the t-theater production, for Snow hoof at the school. Seeing her give a glare to the audience, it... It reminded me so much of you."

"I h-had to make mom proud..."

Tiara would hug her mother even tighter. It had been hard for her sometimes, to practice, because it reminded her too of Spoiled. But she had wanted to do it, just like she knew she would've wanted her too. Doing what she could, like she would've wanted, were a way to keep her mom for her, and now... Now she didn't have to just keep the memory alive. She was back. Really and truly, and... And she could come and see the show herself.

"P-Please don't leave us again, mom."

Spoiled might have to deal with Tiara being somewhat paranoid, if she couldn't see her for a prolonged period of time over the next few months, but she'd adjust in time. As would Filthy, though frankly, his mind were elsewhere. On things to do, both Spoiled and him, as well as others with Tiara in the mix too. So many things that they as husband and wife, and them all as a family, had missed out on now, for three, long years. There were certainly a lot for them to catch up to, and he fully looked forward to doing so.

The meeting tomorrow, were no longer a concern of his. He'd send an underling to sort this out. Page Turner had yearned for a chance to prove his worth the last few years, and he had helped with the prep work. He could handle the rest too. Filthy had enough confidence in his ability, to act on his behalf. Because right now, his place were here at home, with his family. 

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There would be some bushes that they could make use of, near the cave they would eventually encounter. Not enough to cover for a boat their size, but it only stuck up a little, and if they harvested some branches from the nearby trees, it would cover the last little bit well. And as for the cave, it smelled like it had been used by badgers in recent weeks, but there were no marks indicating that it were currently inhabited. Just an old smell, that stuck around for a time. They could also just settle in outside if it were.

Regardless, the construct would get up and off the boat as they did, and would drag it to shore, then prepare to lift it once again. It would set it down where it were pointed towards by its supervisor, and assist in what matters it might else be required. And as they went to sleep, it would not power down, but rather have its back to them, and gaze outwards, seemingly standing guard, with Operata using his less than stellar clothes - the last few days had not been kind to his wardrobe - as a makeshift layer to rest upon. His legs would be tucked in well, but the fire damage his two front legs had sustained back in the day, would be even more notable now.

Usually he cared not to show this, but at this point, he cared not in the slightest. Other things occupied most of his mind, as he would eventually find some degree of rest.

When the sun broke, Operata would slowly open his eyes, as the sun glared down upon him. He wouldn't have rested in the cave regardless of the smell, and stayed out here, so this were inevitable. As were it that he would feel a distinct, painful emotion suddenly roaring forth in him, and his eyes would grow wide, as he roared to rise for a scream. And yet, he could not. He were held in place on the ground, by polished, wooden and stone bindings, that kept his legs stretched out and exposed. As well as in place around the knees, so that he couldn't wriggle them.

His mouth seemed to be held shut by another restraint of the sort, leaving his scream to be a muffled howl inside his own muzzle, as tears would flow down his face, and his body shuddered.

As for the culprit and reason? If Spectra had not woken to see during the night, what had happened, it would still be fairly obvious, by the fact that his legs seemed completely healed, with even, soft hair covering healthy skin, above polished hooves. His mane and tail had also been straightened. His mane in a slick back style, and the tail plain and dull, yet without as much a hair out of line.

The construct had seen new flaws on this subpar other servant of its supervisor, and had elected to spend the time to fix those flaws, and make him more suitable for his role. Yet considering his nature last time, it had elected to also restrain him, so he wouldn't have the time to act irrationally, before its supervisor would have him under control again.

It took some charm from his overall look, one might think, by making him more streamlined and plain, but he were certainly healthier. The construct still didn't seem to care for the concept of pain killers though. He had been sedated to keep him easier to repair, but beyond that, any pain were a biological flaw that needed other means to correct. A flawed design, but it were up to its supervisor when he would be repurposed.

It would have stopped if she woke up, and halted it though. Or she could simply observe, as it did not halt until around a half hour before Operata would actually wake up. It'd give her a chance to see how it used various waves of light and strange tech, to repair another being. Who knew? It might one day come in handy for herself. If not to help her, then perhaps a service to sell.

Spectra would observe as the construct moved the boat to shore. Spectra had found an area that the boat would lay in, and while the Construct was setting it into place - with her magic, Spectra would remove a few nearby branches from the trees to cover it up in the bushes so it had a better chance at being hidden. As for the cave itself, Spectra didn't seem to care at all about the condition of it. It was a place to hide. For someone of her own power she didn't take much into consideration other than simply being hidden. It was a fact that likely upset Operata as she knew, as Operata didn't like the bland military rations she had. 

When they had everything setup after a bit, Spectra would merely lay down on the floor near to where Operata was laying. Spectra didn't seem to care about the way she was laying - she sort of laid there on her stomach with her hooves in front of her. Gazing in the direction of Operata she took note of the fire damage on his front legs. The fire that she had a hand in causing - like so many other fires she has started. As her eyes slowly shut she thought of all the fires raging in the world. How she had a part to play in all of it. The fire in her heart burned with rage and supremacy. The world will bow before her. First, Equestrians must face the Trojans. The Trojans will stomp them out and conquer them. In her name - from behind the scenes. Her mind was a flurry of rage, joy, and ecstasy coming from her love of power. It rang inside of itself like a chorus of many thoughts and ideas of future battles yet to come. Underneath the surface, was a never ending frustration that may never cease - but in recent times for her, she was on her path to success. Though she never wanted the Mountain to blow up - she believed that it killed the guards, and she had no clue if Magloria or Veil were in the explosion or not.

Specctra knew she could do it. She believed in herself to achieve the impossible. Perhaps with the connection between her Soul and Yuma's, parts of her thoughts may leak into Yuma's own in vague whispers of what Spectra wanted. Either way, she would be the last to fall asleep. Sleep was her least favorite thing to do. Spectra always liked to be active. To charge into the day with an ambitious plan.

Spectra had slept through the night as intended - with the energy she had spent on her pursuits adding up to a well deserved rest. Upon waking up and doing her rounds, she would be surprised to see what had happened to Operata. At first she thought something bad had happened, but upon realizing what it was - it elicited a grin of approval. Operata looked more presentable now. Spectra didn't particularly care that this happened to him unwillingly. The Construct's abilities were most impressive. It was something she would have to investigate further at one point. With a nod of approval towards the Construct, she would then release Operata and then instruct the Construct to get the boat back in the water. Spectra didn't want to waste any time.

When the boat was in the water and when Operata was ready to go, off they went towards Troy. They would be at the border soon.
 

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(Spoiled Rich)

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They'd both not let go of her, as she rambled on, though Filthy would get a small smile on his face, as the memory of how they met came to mind. Oh how many it were, that had told him that she were not somepony that he should pursue. That she were too mean, too stuck up, a potentially bad mother figure- But he had known that it was her, the more they had spent time together. Yes she were not flawless, and perhaps at times, she could seem a little too strict with Tiara, but he knew she were trying her best. It were not a position just anypony could handle, to take over being a mother of a small filly from another mare, like she had. But he always felt certain that she did what she did, from a place of love, and just wanted what was best for her. Even if he did not always agree fully with what she were doing.

She had taken well to Spoiled too. A bit apprehensive at first, but Tiara had been so small, when her mother and Filthy got divorced, and she did not want Tiara with her. The little filly had wanted a mother, and when she were told that Spoiled were her new mother, she had soon enough gone to try and get her affection and approval. It did lead to her getting certain traits from her too, but some time apart had helped showing her other sides of things, and softened her up somewhat. Evident in how she were crying tears of joy, holding whom she thought of as her real, genuine mother, despite being raised to show little in the way of weakness normally.

A little from them, Randolph would appear briefly in a doorway, but upon seeing the family together, would instantly step backwards, out of sight, as quietly as he could. This were not the time for his interjection. Mayhap best he simply went to the wine cellar for now, yes? He had an expensive bottle to draw out for tonight.

Neither Filthy, nor Tiara noticed though, as the elderly stallion would wander elsewhere, to make his way to the cellar.

"I... I didn't try to d-disobey, mom. Things just happened. But I s-still do what you've taught me."

"*sniff* She does. Tiara is... She's in the t-theater production, for Snow hoof at the school. Seeing her give a glare to the audience, it... It reminded me so much of you."

"I h-had to make mom proud..."

Tiara would hug her mother even tighter. It had been hard for her sometimes, to practice, because it reminded her too of Spoiled. But she had wanted to do it, just like she knew she would've wanted her too. Doing what she could, like she would've wanted, were a way to keep her mom for her, and now... Now she didn't have to just keep the memory alive. She was back. Really and truly, and... And she could come and see the show herself.

"P-Please don't leave us again, mom."

Spoiled might have to deal with Tiara being somewhat paranoid, if she couldn't see her for a prolonged period of time over the next few months, but she'd adjust in time. As would Filthy, though frankly, his mind were elsewhere. On things to do, both Spoiled and him, as well as others with Tiara in the mix too. So many things that they as husband and wife, and them all as a family, had missed out on now, for three, long years. There were certainly a lot for them to catch up to, and he fully looked forward to doing so.

The meeting tomorrow, were no longer a concern of his. He'd send an underling to sort this out. Page Turner had yearned for a chance to prove his worth the last few years, and he had helped with the prep work. He could handle the rest too. Filthy had enough confidence in his ability, to act on his behalf. Because right now, his place were here at home, with his family. 

Spoiled noticed that Randolph had seen them - though she made no indication that she had seen them. Randolph seeing them wasn't preferable, but it had happened and there was nothing that she could do about it. It were a moment where Spoiled hadn't had the heart to scold him for something like that. He was probably getting something ready for the dinner tonight, anyway.

"Things just happen. Sure they do. The Cutie Mark Crusaders, now have their cutie marks from what I saw in your Journal. Those ponies weren't good influences. Maybe they grew out of it." Spoiled sighed, the tears slowly fading from her eyes as she looked down into Diamond Tiara's eyes. "I am not going anywhere. I am proud of what I saw at the theater production at school. I understand that things have changed, it has been 3 years. I hope those three fillies have matured in that time." Spoiled sighed. "Yet I haven't aged a day." Spoiled narrowed her eyes and shut them tightly. It had been quite a disappointment to see Diamond hang around those foals that she had instructed her to stay away from - but what else could she do? Diamond had made her choices. Years ago, probably.

"Look, I had the cooks prepare a special dinner for tonight. We will have plenty of time to talk over dinner. Might as well enjoy ourselves for this occasion." Spoiled said with a sly grin, the tears still visible on her cheeks. It was going to be a difficult time as a family to re-adjust. The pain from this was going to take many months, if not years to fully heal. The full extent of it had only become apparent to Spoiled when she was in Diamond's room, having seen what she had missed out on. Spoiled had to act with some level of humility here, which is something that she had struggled with to be frank.
 

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On 2024-05-22 at 6:25 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Specctra knew she could do it. She believed in herself to achieve the impossible. Perhaps with the connection between her Soul and Yuma's, parts of her thoughts may leak into Yuma's own in vague whispers of what Spectra wanted. Either way, she would be the last to fall asleep. Sleep was her least favorite thing to do. Spectra always liked to be active. To charge into the day with an ambitious plan.

Spectra might have found that various glimpses of unfamiliar dreams, would sift into her own. A sprawling tree, dancing with light, flickering in for but a second, before escaping. The sound of balloons being popped, and the giggle of youth, echoing out from seemingly nowhere.

Yuma and her were intertwined. Did this mean they would in time share dreams, and that be the one ground they could stand face to face? Or were this but an echo, as they were so close together now, that the barrier between dreams were paper thin? It weren't easy to say, but it might spell trouble if it were the former. It would mean that Princess Luna had a dreamer calling out for her, that could lead her to the mind of their target. That being Spectra. If they were not close enough, the princess might still be out of her dreams.

Time would tell the answer, but it would be clear which one Yuma would hope for. She had already come to accept that she were dead, even if she were in denial about the finer details. What she wanted now were vengeance, and if she had to beg the princess of night herself, to come and end her misery, she would do so. She wouldn't accept Spectra using her face like this. Not at this point in time.

On 2024-05-22 at 6:25 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Spectra had slept through the night as intended - with the energy she had spent on her pursuits adding up to a well deserved rest. Upon waking up and doing her rounds, she would be surprised to see what had happened to Operata. At first she thought something bad had happened, but upon realizing what it was - it elicited a grin of approval. Operata looked more presentable now. Spectra didn't particularly care that this happened to him unwillingly. The Construct's abilities were most impressive. It was something she would have to investigate further at one point. With a nod of approval towards the Construct, she would then release Operata and then instruct the Construct to get the boat back in the water. Spectra didn't want to waste any time.

When the boat was in the water and when Operata was ready to go, off they went towards Troy. They would be at the border soon.

It wouldn't go as smoothly as she had expected. As she might have forgotten, Operata were an emotional sort, and right now, he had once again woken up in pain, because of this little creature. This time a lot more than the first time, and it clouded his judgement. When he were loosened, he would stand with fire and vitriol roaring in his eyes, as tears yet streamed down the face, contorted in anger and hatred.

"Die!"

His flute were on him, and he'd harness it to attack the construct. The sound as his horn lit up and empowered the spell, loud and shrill, devoid of harmony, but bearing the orchestra of damnation behind it. A wave of magic meant to pulverize and dismantle the construct headed right for it.

And its response? It would lift its left hand. Two fingers opening to let out light-based, short range lasers, that would run a *scan* over the magic, and causing it to seemingly be dismantled. Pulverized, with naught but a gust of wind from the pressure left, to show it had been there in the first place. And with that ended, if he were not restrained again, he would try to hit it. An action that would cause it to simply effortlessly grab hold of first one, then two hooves headed its way.

If she had stopped him or not, the vitriol wouldn't end, and he'd just about growl at the thing, preparing to do something else. So it would aim a finger, and shoot what seemed like a high velocity, shining soap bubble, that would cause him to loose consciousness, the second it burst on his forehead. Afterwards, if he were not handled, it would lift him on the boat itself, and then get the boat to the water, as instructed.

It were a fascinating display of power, one could say. Though it did beg the question: If this construct, that by all accounts seemed little more than a general servant, could do things such as this, how powerful were the one who created it?

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Somewhat reluctantly, they would both let go of Spoiled, allowing her some room to actually move again, though the first to do so, were unsurprisingly Filthy, who'd look at her, with a smile on his usually stoic, neutral face.

"You're as beautiful as the day you dragged me to the altar."

A bit of an inside joke, one could say. Though he meant every word, they had a bit of a history around their wedding, where he had been focused on some work on the day, that he were sure he could finish before they got married, and she had to more or less drag him away from it, and get him to the church, so they wouldn't be late. It were brought up in varying ways over the years, though mostly in a joking manner, in regards to him working too much at times. It felt kind of fitting to say this to him, after all these years. Yet the tenderness in his eyes did not lie, nor show this to be a mere joke. Just a reference.

"Mom, I... T-They got better. A little bit. *sniff*. Silver Spoon is still my best friend though."

It were near impossible to tear her and Silver apart at this point, but that were fine too. For a long time, that filly had been her only friend, but even now, when she had expanded her repertoire, so to speak, Silver were her closest friend. That wouldn't change, even if they did bicker at times. And Tiara still had her mean streak, every once in a while. It was just less... All encompassing. Much to the delight of her former victims. They had pushed for a while, until they found there were a soft center behind it all. Just like were the case with Spoiled.

Like mother like daughter.

She'd reluctantly let go, and dry her eyes. She didn't want to be seen as a cry-filly by her mother, even though it were hard not to shed tears. She had been dreading a funeral, and instead they had a reunion.

With them all unattached again, Filthy would correct his tie, and run a hoof through his mane, pulling it back a little again. The state he must be in. Three years, and she looked as radiant as ever, and meanwhile he looked more tired and drained. Though a lot of that had come from the grief that clutched at him. Now she were back, and the looming lie he had to live with for three years gone, perhaps he would regain his vigor in time.

"I'm certain you have picked something appropriate for dinner. Yet what do you wish for us to do, until then? Whatever you want, simply name it."

Tiara opened her muzzle to say something, but her fathers heavy hoof would rest on her shoulder, and she would quiet once more. Spoiled likely wouldn't have a hard time guessing what she would have asked. After all this time, they both wanted to know where she had been, and what had happened. But Filthy did not wish for them to ruin the happy mood they now had, with a story that might darken things. He would either take it with her alone later, or she would speak when she felt ready about it. For now at least, he simply wanted to hear what she wanted for them, and then they could go and do so.

Unless she wanted to talk about family. The mood would sour by itself then, because he had little in the way of kindness to share there.

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Spectra might have found that various glimpses of unfamiliar dreams, would sift into her own. A sprawling tree, dancing with light, flickering in for but a second, before escaping. The sound of balloons being popped, and the giggle of youth, echoing out from seemingly nowhere.

Yuma and her were intertwined. Did this mean they would in time share dreams, and that be the one ground they could stand face to face? Or were this but an echo, as they were so close together now, that the barrier between dreams were paper thin? It weren't easy to say, but it might spell trouble if it were the former. It would mean that Princess Luna had a dreamer calling out for her, that could lead her to the mind of their target. That being Spectra. If they were not close enough, the princess might still be out of her dreams.

Time would tell the answer, but it would be clear which one Yuma would hope for. She had already come to accept that she were dead, even if she were in denial about the finer details. What she wanted now were vengeance, and if she had to beg the princess of night herself, to come and end her misery, she would do so. She wouldn't accept Spectra using her face like this. Not at this point in time.

Spectra would see the glimpses of the dreams - though in her dream state, she could do nothing actively about it as of yet. Though as she had woken up Spectra realized this was a potential problem about her and Yuma's arrangement - if their barrier between dreams were thin. Spectra had hoped that they would share dreams, and if that was the case, Spectra could use her dreams to manipulate Yuma to her cause. It was a bit of an ambitious plan for something of that sort - but she could show Yuma so many things. Spectra were the dominant soul in the arrangement, so perhaps such a thing may be possible? Perhaps if there is a thin barrier between dreams, over time, their dreams would eventually be one?

Spectra would do whatever it took to keep Yuma under her thumb and to destroy any chances Yuma may have. The key to that may be to sleep as minimally as possible. Perhaps to sleep during the day, as Luna's activity was mostly during the night, when most ponies actually slept. Would be something to think about for future's sake. 

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It wouldn't go as smoothly as she had expected. As she might have forgotten, Operata were an emotional sort, and right now, he had once again woken up in pain, because of this little creature. This time a lot more than the first time, and it clouded his judgement. When he were loosened, he would stand with fire and vitriol roaring in his eyes, as tears yet streamed down the face, contorted in anger and hatred.

"Die!"

His flute were on him, and he'd harness it to attack the construct. The sound as his horn lit up and empowered the spell, loud and shrill, devoid of harmony, but bearing the orchestra of damnation behind it. A wave of magic meant to pulverize and dismantle the construct headed right for it.

And its response? It would lift its left hand. Two fingers opening to let out light-based, short range lasers, that would run a *scan* over the magic, and causing it to seemingly be dismantled. Pulverized, with naught but a gust of wind from the pressure left, to show it had been there in the first place. And with that ended, if he were not restrained again, he would try to hit it. An action that would cause it to simply effortlessly grab hold of first one, then two hooves headed its way.

If she had stopped him or not, the vitriol wouldn't end, and he'd just about growl at the thing, preparing to do something else. So it would aim a finger, and shoot what seemed like a high velocity, shining soap bubble, that would cause him to loose consciousness, the second it burst on his forehead. Afterwards, if he were not handled, it would lift him on the boat itself, and then get the boat to the water, as instructed.

It were a fascinating display of power, one could say. Though it did beg the question: If this construct, that by all accounts seemed little more than a general servant, could do things such as this, how powerful were the one who created it?

Spectra were not going to let one of her pawns attack the other. Both had their purposes. If Operata can not accept that, it was time for discipline. At first Spectra would make it seem like she hadn't had time to react to Operata's attempted attack on the construct, merely to see what would happen. Seeing the magic of his pulverized made her smile and she nodded to the construct in approval, and then turned towards Operata as he had been knocked out, then carried onto the boat as it was pulled into the water. 

"Good. If he gets out of line like that again you are free to put him out of action like that. I will speak to him whenever he comes around again." she spoke as she got in the boat, using her magic to conjure up some restraints so that he may be restrained until he can get himself under control. Once they were in the boat - Spectra would lead the boat in the intended direction she aimed to go in. Troy. In the tone Spectra was using in conversation - she wasn't happy with Operata by any means.

Whenever Operata came around to consciousness again at some pint in the future, she would glance at him and with a wave of her hoof - she would telekinetically bring him right up into her face - with him held there by the throat. "You will not attack the Construct. It is an invaluable resource. I am going to give you one chance to hold it together, or I am going to have to reconsider your place at my side." Spectra said with a dangerously calm and serious voice that indicated she was more than capable of backing up her threat. 

The power of the Construct might be something worth looking into more. It could disable attacks towards it - could it disable far more powerful magics directed at it? Would it be capable of say, defending Spectra from the Equestrian guard's finest? It was something that Spectra pondered as they went along.

 

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Somewhat reluctantly, they would both let go of Spoiled, allowing her some room to actually move again, though the first to do so, were unsurprisingly Filthy, who'd look at her, with a smile on his usually stoic, neutral face.

"You're as beautiful as the day you dragged me to the altar."

A bit of an inside joke, one could say. Though he meant every word, they had a bit of a history around their wedding, where he had been focused on some work on the day, that he were sure he could finish before they got married, and she had to more or less drag him away from it, and get him to the church, so they wouldn't be late. It were brought up in varying ways over the years, though mostly in a joking manner, in regards to him working too much at times. It felt kind of fitting to say this to him, after all these years. Yet the tenderness in his eyes did not lie, nor show this to be a mere joke. Just a reference.

"Mom, I... T-They got better. A little bit. *sniff*. Silver Spoon is still my best friend though."

It were near impossible to tear her and Silver apart at this point, but that were fine too. For a long time, that filly had been her only friend, but even now, when she had expanded her repertoire, so to speak, Silver were her closest friend. That wouldn't change, even if they did bicker at times. And Tiara still had her mean streak, every once in a while. It was just less... All encompassing. Much to the delight of her former victims. They had pushed for a while, until they found there were a soft center behind it all. Just like were the case with Spoiled.

Like mother like daughter.

She'd reluctantly let go, and dry her eyes. She didn't want to be seen as a cry-filly by her mother, even though it were hard not to shed tears. She had been dreading a funeral, and instead they had a reunion.

With them all unattached again, Filthy would correct his tie, and run a hoof through his mane, pulling it back a little again. The state he must be in. Three years, and she looked as radiant as ever, and meanwhile he looked more tired and drained. Though a lot of that had come from the grief that clutched at him. Now she were back, and the looming lie he had to live with for three years gone, perhaps he would regain his vigor in time.

"I'm certain you have picked something appropriate for dinner. Yet what do you wish for us to do, until then? Whatever you want, simply name it."

Tiara opened her muzzle to say something, but her fathers heavy hoof would rest on her shoulder, and she would quiet once more. Spoiled likely wouldn't have a hard time guessing what she would have asked. After all this time, they both wanted to know where she had been, and what had happened. But Filthy did not wish for them to ruin the happy mood they now had, with a story that might darken things. He would either take it with her alone later, or she would speak when she felt ready about it. For now at least, he simply wanted to hear what she wanted for them, and then they could go and do so.

Unless she wanted to talk about family. The mood would sour by itself then, because he had little in the way of kindness to share there.

By this point, Spoiled's usual stoic expression had returned in full - complete with that general negative expression her default face always seemed to show. Might be because of the facial injury she had many years ago, or it might just be her actual default expression as it always was. Spoiled herself was a hard worker - match making was no easy task but she understood the importance of luxury in life. Life was meant to be enjoyed. Working was needed, yes - but too much work and you won't live much of a life will you? That is perhaps among the reasons why Spoiled would drag him away from work for beauty contests for Diamond or getaways for a day or so. At least she tried to have them enjoy their lives - even if Spoiled was as rough around the edges as they get.

Spoiled would gently rub her hoof along Diamond Tiara's cheek as she pulled away. "Yes. Nothing can change that, now. Silver Spoon is the most acceptable friend of yours. The others...they are the sisters of the Elements of Harmony, are they not? At least they got that going for them. That one, Apple Bloom, is it? I hope she learned how to take baths and clean herself good. I question the morality of her upbringing. I hope that is one thing that has changed." Spoiled snorted and turned away as she walked back over to Filthy Rich.

"We need to start planning, Filthy." Spoiled spoke in a serious tone. "That villain that captured me and those hundreds of others is at large. I am highly skeptical of the Equestrian Guard's ability to handle the situation. You can still see the smoke in the air." Spoiled pointed an accusing hoof at the window. "I have a feeling that a war is going to come, soon. Which is why I've put in the order for my Estate to be rebuilt, hopefully before anything like that happens. I also had the idea of building a bomb shelter here. Remember when Tirek came here? And we had to hide in the Safe Room to avoid getting our magic drained? This villain is far more dangerous than him. Look at what she's done to the country." Spoiled frowned. 

 

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On 2024-05-27 at 5:59 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Good. If he gets out of line like that again you are free to put him out of action like that. I will speak to him whenever he comes around again."

A series of lights blinking would indicate that it probably understood the order, and would follow it. It were a bit hard to tell, seeing as it were non-verbal and were made to respond in manners such as this, but it had shown an ability to understand things more in recent days, so it probably understood this. If not, it had done so regardless of order this time, so it were likely to act accordingly, if he began showing unhelpful behavior like that again.

"Why not just kill him? You do that with everypony else."

Yuma had rested a bit in what little corner of her being she still had left, and had woken with Spectra. It also meant she bore witness to what were happening. Something that made her uncertain how to feel about.

This pony had obviously been part of kidnapping her, and making her end up like this. Yet he seemed to be used as a test animal of sorts, by Spectra's weird golem thing, and treated poorly as well. Maybe he didn't have as much of a say in things, as she had thought before? Maybe he was forced to do things? She wasn't sure, but something told her that she would learn more if she kept looking. Not that she had much of a choice, with this monster that had possessed her body, dragging her around, and making her see and hear things.

One day, she'd be free enough to do something about this... Sooner or later, Spectra would regret what she had done to her. Perhaps sooner than she could hope.

On 2024-05-27 at 5:59 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Whenever Operata came around to consciousness again at some pint in the future, she would glance at him and with a wave of her hoof - she would telekinetically bring him right up into her face - with him held there by the throat. "You will not attack the Construct. It is an invaluable resource. I am going to give you one chance to hold it together, or I am going to have to reconsider your place at my side." Spectra said with a dangerously calm and serious voice that indicated she was more than capable of backing up her threat. 

The power of the Construct might be something worth looking into more. It could disable attacks towards it - could it disable far more powerful magics directed at it? Would it be capable of say, defending Spectra from the Equestrian guard's finest? It was something that Spectra pondered as they went along.

It hadn't taken long before he came around, and being lifted like this, talked to in such a manner... The hate were shining in his eyes. A hate for that thing. A hate for her... Hate for himself, and what he had been part of.

"Then make that thing leave me the Tartarus alone. Or do you want to encourage this torture device, for your own amusement? How long then, until it's your turn, huh? A day? A week? What amount of time will pass, before it looks at you, and decides to correct whatever flaws you have, and make you wake up in immeasurable agony?"

This were twice. Both times when he had rested in its vicinity, where it had tortured him with its *treatment*, and she were not the least bit bothered, were she? She probably even found it amusing. How amusing was it going to be when it were her turn then? And would it even stop at doing what it had done to him? It was some kind of faceless monstrosity, from another world. What if its idea of repairing her, were to turn her more towards something like itself, because she were supposed to be its overseer, or boss, or whatever.

"No wonder he does what you say, if you threaten and torture him all the time. A monster through and through."

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The heartfelt moment were not meant to last forever, but in their reunion, it were good to see this part of Spoiled come out again. The real her, that she kept behind her facade. Perhaps one day, she would feel the need to hide this from others, but it were hard to predict the future. Her return were definitely not something expected for a start, nor were the gloomy news that she would present them with afterwards. An ominous threat in the distance, that might cause real harm? Not just the regular stuff, that were defeated, but something that might actually be competent and dangerous enough to be a true threat? The smile faltered somewhat on Filthy's face by the thought, though a small one remained.

On 2024-05-27 at 5:59 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled would gently rub her hoof along Diamond Tiara's cheek as she pulled away. "Yes. Nothing can change that, now. Silver Spoon is the most acceptable friend of yours. The others...they are the sisters of the Elements of Harmony, are they not? At least they got that going for them. That one, Apple Bloom, is it? I hope she learned how to take baths and clean herself good. I question the morality of her upbringing. I hope that is one thing that has changed." Spoiled snorted and turned away as she walked back over to Filthy Rich.

"She's just a farm pony, mom. They get dirty when they work, and she washes when she's done."

Tiara wouldn't per se argue against her mom, but she would defend Apple Bloom a little here. Yes she were an unkempt mess for a long time, but after she had gotten through to her how to use a brush and clean her hooves proper after every time she were rummaging around at the farm, it were a good deal better. Still couldn't get her to try something resembling fashion and makeup for more than maybe an hour, before she got bored with it, but she looked presentable at the least.

She also wouldn't say this out loud right now, but she had gone and played with her at the farm, every once in a while. It were not easy getting used to, with all the large, dirty animals, but she were growing more tolerant over time. An evolution that Spoiled were not likely to be able to reverse, even if Tiara might have a few moments here at the start, where she'd become a bit more snooty, to try and impress her mother, and get her attention. But hopefully the play would be enough to show her that she had taught her foal right. It turned out her sort of influence made it a lot easier to play villains on stage, which were uhm... A little eye opening, and kinda awkward at first.

On 2024-05-27 at 5:59 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"We need to start planning, Filthy." Spoiled spoke in a serious tone. "That villain that captured me and those hundreds of others is at large. I am highly skeptical of the Equestrian Guard's ability to handle the situation. You can still see the smoke in the air." Spoiled pointed an accusing hoof at the window. "I have a feeling that a war is going to come, soon. Which is why I've put in the order for my Estate to be rebuilt, hopefully before anything like that happens. I also had the idea of building a bomb shelter here. Remember when Tirek came here? And we had to hide in the Safe Room to avoid getting our magic drained? This villain is far more dangerous than him. Look at what she's done to the country." Spoiled frowned.

"I heard the news. It interrupted a shipment that... Ah, right. I suppose I need to... Later.

You say you were caught by the one who did that, to the Green Mountains?"

"What? What happened?"

"Something bad, that you don't have to worry about, Tiara. We'll be perfectly safe here, long as we prepare for things. And if your mother says that the smart thing to do is to build a full on bomb shelter, just in case, I think that sounds wise. It is best to not take the chance."

Who knew? Perhaps if things cooled down, and the threat passed, they could use that as shelter for their valuables that were best off not to put out and about all the time. Shifting seasons, trends, all such things, that changed when what was appropriate. A bomb shelter would be a secure place to keep things that were to be put more in the background. Perhaps a safe more as well, for an extra reserve, in the worst case scenario? There were good options for making things work proper, for this case and later.

Though now, he would go and address Spoiled directly. Looking her in the eyes, still with a small smile and care in his eyes, but his neutral, thoughtful mind set were present too, as this required thought, and not simply relief and joy.

"We are talking a full fledged emergency shelter, yes? Heavily reinforced, air crystals to help with circulation, a vault for a cash reserve, rations, water and so forth, held in a refreshment tank so they last longer, books, a functional bathroom- Everything needed for a potential, prolonged siege, yes? And how many should it accommodate? 4 at the least, I would assume? Randolph have been serving faithfully for decades. I think he would have earned some safety by now."

"And we still need him to carry out stuff."

"That is a perspective, yes."

She'd probably never admit it, but he knew that Tiara would miss Randolph, if he were left alone while things were falling down around them all. He certainly would, as the butler had been with the family since before he were born, and were assigned him, when he were growing up. The elderly stallion had earned protection and then some, he would say. And this would be a hill he would not step down from, though he doubted to a certain extend, that Spoiled would disagree. It weren't as if everypony would take the amount of abuse she could at times hurl towards servants, with and yet remain dutiful, such as he. It'd be a waste to let a perfectly good butler go to waste.

"I will have to bring word to the mayor then, to make sure the law is handled correctly, but I don't foresee any trouble with this. Though we will need to consider size and placement.... We were better off consulting with a builder directly in that case. I would think Quartz Constructions, to make sure the work is done correctly, yes?"

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A series of lights blinking would indicate that it probably understood the order, and would follow it. It were a bit hard to tell, seeing as it were non-verbal and were made to respond in manners such as this, but it had shown an ability to understand things more in recent days, so it probably understood this. If not, it had done so regardless of order this time, so it were likely to act accordingly, if he began showing unhelpful behavior like that again.

"Why not just kill him? You do that with everypony else."

Yuma had rested a bit in what little corner of her being she still had left, and had woken with Spectra. It also meant she bore witness to what were happening. Something that made her uncertain how to feel about.

This pony had obviously been part of kidnapping her, and making her end up like this. Yet he seemed to be used as a test animal of sorts, by Spectra's weird golem thing, and treated poorly as well. Maybe he didn't have as much of a say in things, as she had thought before? Maybe he was forced to do things? She wasn't sure, but something told her that she would learn more if she kept looking. Not that she had much of a choice, with this monster that had possessed her body, dragging her around, and making her see and hear things.

One day, she'd be free enough to do something about this... Sooner or later, Spectra would regret what she had done to her. Perhaps sooner than she could hope.

Spectra gritted her teeth as if the sensation of Yuma's voice in her mind brought immense frustration. It took her a lot of mental stamina to not flip out into complete rage and Spectra would respond, in a forced calm manner. "Because he has use for me. He knows things I do not. He sweared his loyalty to me and my teachings. So far he has been quite helpful." Spectra responded, before clarifying something. "I have no intention on killing anyone. They are more worth of being alive than dead. The Guards were the ones who caused the explosion in the Mountain, if it were not for their meddling - nothing would have ever happened." Spectra sighed audibly - hoping she could keep these individuals under control. It was soon becoming a bit of a headache for her.

 

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It hadn't taken long before he came around, and being lifted like this, talked to in such a manner... The hate were shining in his eyes. A hate for that thing. A hate for her... Hate for himself, and what he had been part of.

"Then make that thing leave me the Tartarus alone. Or do you want to encourage this torture device, for your own amusement? How long then, until it's your turn, huh? A day? A week? What amount of time will pass, before it looks at you, and decides to correct whatever flaws you have, and make you wake up in immeasurable agony?"

This were twice. Both times when he had rested in its vicinity, where it had tortured him with its *treatment*, and she were not the least bit bothered, were she? She probably even found it amusing. How amusing was it going to be when it were her turn then? And would it even stop at doing what it had done to him? It was some kind of faceless monstrosity, from another world. What if its idea of repairing her, were to turn her more towards something like itself, because she were supposed to be its overseer, or boss, or whatever.

"No wonder he does what you say, if you threaten and torture him all the time. A monster through and through."

 

Spectra would look to him and narrow her eyes. "It messed with you once, so it shouldn't mess with you again. I don't find it amusing. I find it curious - as it helps me see how it works." Spectra stated and looked on him silently, silently admitting that he had an honest point about the Construct. It was a point that concerned her slightly - wondering if the Construct would be eternally loyal to her specifically, or if it was only a matter of time until it would attempt to betray her. Even if it did attempt to betray her, Spectra thought that if it went its own way it could be a separate issue for the Equestrians to deal with - a distraction of sorts.

"I am not a monster. I am a liberator - I will liberate Equestria from the tyranny of the Monarchs and the Elite ruling class, or die trying." Spectra spoke to Yuma, gritting her teeth. "The Equestrians blew up the Mountain, they did it - all because two of my own escaped containment somehow, because one of them fooled around too much when I gave her the chance to be by herself." Spectra spoke, referring to Veil - not that Yuma would know.

 

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The heartfelt moment were not meant to last forever, but in their reunion, it were good to see this part of Spoiled come out again. The real her, that she kept behind her facade. Perhaps one day, she would feel the need to hide this from others, but it were hard to predict the future. Her return were definitely not something expected for a start, nor were the gloomy news that she would present them with afterwards. An ominous threat in the distance, that might cause real harm? Not just the regular stuff, that were defeated, but something that might actually be competent and dangerous enough to be a true threat? The smile faltered somewhat on Filthy's face by the thought, though a small one remained.

While Spoiled had loved the heartfelt moment - the state of affairs in the world had left a pit in her stomach. It was like a blackhole that threatened to consume her sanity, to think that there was something out there that was dangerous enough to legitimately be a true threat that cannot be stopped by a few rainbow lasers. Sure, the other threats they faced in the past were terrible - but they were not genuinely evil and horrible to the extent that Spectra was. Tirek, yes, he drained the magic of Equestria - but he didn't kill anyone intentionally. Sombra, yes, he was a threat from the ancient past but he kept to himself until he was threatened. Nightmare Moon, yes, she wanted to plunge the world into darkness - but that was because she had a delusion that she was saving the world from Celestia. Chrysalis, yes, she invaded Equestria, but that was because her kind were starving and had no other choices. Spoiled didn't like any of these individuals, but she knew that had their reasons. What could Spectra possibly have?

 

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"She's just a farm pony, mom. They get dirty when they work, and she washes when she's done."

Tiara wouldn't per se argue against her mom, but she would defend Apple Bloom a little here. Yes she were an unkempt mess for a long time, but after she had gotten through to her how to use a brush and clean her hooves proper after every time she were rummaging around at the farm, it were a good deal better. Still couldn't get her to try something resembling fashion and makeup for more than maybe an hour, before she got bored with it, but she looked presentable at the least.

She also wouldn't say this out loud right now, but she had gone and played with her at the farm, every once in a while. It were not easy getting used to, with all the large, dirty animals, but she were growing more tolerant over time. An evolution that Spoiled were not likely to be able to reverse, even if Tiara might have a few moments here at the start, where she'd become a bit more snooty, to try and impress her mother, and get her attention. But hopefully the play would be enough to show her that she had taught her foal right. It turned out her sort of influence made it a lot easier to play villains on stage, which were uhm... A little eye opening, and kinda awkward at first.

Spoiled narrowed her eyes at this - but considered it not worth arguing at the moment. There were greater fish to fry - but eventually down the line, Spoiled would likely twist her hoof into Tiara's relationships more. After all, 3 years of absence means that Spoiled will be very curious to find out all the nitty gritty details. Spoiled will very much not like what she finds - and that will be a quandary that she will eventually be made to cross. Spoiled potentially realized that Tiara may be impossible to control - but if that was Tiara's honest choice, she could do nothing but accept with a frown. Tiara was getting older, after all.

"Good. That's a bare minimum. We will discuss this some other time." Spoiled stated. 

 

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"I heard the news. It interrupted a shipment that... Ah, right. I suppose I need to... Later.

You say you were caught by the one who did that, to the Green Mountains?"

"What? What happened?"

"Something bad, that you don't have to worry about, Tiara. We'll be perfectly safe here, long as we prepare for things. And if your mother says that the smart thing to do is to build a full on bomb shelter, just in case, I think that sounds wise. It is best to not take the chance."

Who knew? Perhaps if things cooled down, and the threat passed, they could use that as shelter for their valuables that were best off not to put out and about all the time. Shifting seasons, trends, all such things, that changed when what was appropriate. A bomb shelter would be a secure place to keep things that were to be put more in the background. Perhaps a safe more as well, for an extra reserve, in the worst case scenario? There were good options for making things work proper, for this case and later.

Though now, he would go and address Spoiled directly. Looking her in the eyes, still with a small smile and care in his eyes, but his neutral, thoughtful mind set were present too, as this required thought, and not simply relief and joy.

"We are talking a full fledged emergency shelter, yes? Heavily reinforced, air crystals to help with circulation, a vault for a cash reserve, rations, water and so forth, held in a refreshment tank so they last longer, books, a functional bathroom- Everything needed for a potential, prolonged siege, yes? And how many should it accommodate? 4 at the least, I would assume? Randolph have been serving faithfully for decades. I think he would have earned some safety by now."

"And we still need him to carry out stuff."

"That is a perspective, yes."

She'd probably never admit it, but he knew that Tiara would miss Randolph, if he were left alone while things were falling down around them all. He certainly would, as the butler had been with the family since before he were born, and were assigned him, when he were growing up. The elderly stallion had earned protection and then some, he would say. And this would be a hill he would not step down from, though he doubted to a certain extend, that Spoiled would disagree. It weren't as if everypony would take the amount of abuse she could at times hurl towards servants, with and yet remain dutiful, such as he. It'd be a waste to let a perfectly good butler go to waste.

"I will have to bring word to the mayor then, to make sure the law is handled correctly, but I don't foresee any trouble with this. Though we will need to consider size and placement.... We were better off consulting with a builder directly in that case. I would think Quartz Constructions, to make sure the work is done correctly, yes?"

Spoiled would listen to Filthy's response to her statements, though she was also subtly allowing Diamond to hear all of it. The filly was growing older and if this was a true threat that would someday arise again, she would need to understand what was at stake here.

"What happened - as I've said, is that a mare by the name of Spectral Fade abducted me, along with hundreds of others to be used as living batteries for magic. Unlike Tirek, this mare did not have the restraint from keeping ponies locked away. Tirek, while yes, he was a brute - he did so openly and without hiding it. This mare on the other hand, has been amassing her power and is responsible for most disappearances in Equestria from the looks of it - to the point where she was capable of detonating an entire Mountain, killing hundreds of ponies, and plunging ash all over Equestria. You can even see it on the window." Spoiled's keen eye spotted a barely visible, but thin layer of ash lining the window.

"I realize this is hard for you to understand, Diamond Tiara, but we are entering into a time where this mare is still at large and she is out there still. I know the Guards are trying their best, but knowing them, they won't find anything with how this mare has seemingly lived her life." Spoiled sighed, and would address Filthy's concerns here as she turned back to him. "Yes, yes, you are reading my mind here. Will need a safe to protect our valuables - anything that you can think of for a situation in where we need to hold out for weeks, if not months." she spoke, agreeing with his assessment. In the end of the world - a Butler will be needed, still. Spoiled can't expect her or Filthy to do all the hard work after all, can she?

"I am suggesting that we would have an addition built onto the side of the house with an entrance, with an expansion on the basement - basically, we can keep the current basement we have now, but add onto it, furnish it, and then make it part of the emergency shelter. Quartz Constructions is already doing the construction on the Estate, which will have the same accommodations. If we happen to be there for whatever reason when it goes down, we will also be safe there." 
 

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On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Spectra gritted her teeth as if the sensation of Yuma's voice in her mind brought immense frustration. It took her a lot of mental stamina to not flip out into complete rage and Spectra would respond, in a forced calm manner. "Because he has use for me. He knows things I do not. He sweared his loyalty to me and my teachings. So far he has been quite helpful." Spectra responded, before clarifying something. "I have no intention on killing anyone. They are more worth of being alive than dead. The Guards were the ones who caused the explosion in the Mountain, if it were not for their meddling - nothing would have ever happened." Spectra sighed audibly - hoping she could keep these individuals under control. It was soon becoming a bit of a headache for her.

"The mounta- Of course. Of course you were involved somehow. Lemme guess, you set a trap, and when they came for you, then what, it triggered? And you think exploding a mountain was a good trap?!"

If she could slap Spectra right now, Yuma would. Equestria were in chaos, and it all lead right back to her. And yet she had the gall to say it wasn't her fault? She set the trap, or whatever it was, in the first place. She knew what would happen. It were her fault for setting that up in the first place, and likely killing several innocent guards with that explosion. There was no reason for a trap that devastating.

"And don't try to pretend like you don't kill. You killed me, and you clearly didn't give it a second thought. I bet the only thing you regret about it, is that I'm haunting you now. And the second he's being more trouble than worth to you, you'll get rid of him too. Or what, you expect me to believe that you'd just let him go? When he knows the things you've done, and where you're headed?

I bet he's only with you, because he's afraid of what you'd do to him otherwise."

The two were having talks now, but seeing eye to eye? That were not gonna be easy. Yuma were not a saint, but the things that Spectra did, were far more abhorrent than anything she could even think about doing. And she had barely learned of the things she had done. Just wait until the cages with victims, and the death of many of them from the explosion, came up eventually. It wouldn't make her ire less.

On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Spectra would look to him and narrow her eyes. "It messed with you once, so it shouldn't mess with you again. I don't find it amusing. I find it curious - as it helps me see how it works."

He were slowly calming down, but he did not avert his gaze. Not this time.

"Twice, or did you forget what happened at the mountain?"

This time, it had meddled with his mane and tail, as well as his legs. But last time, it had corrected his facial scars. The pain now, were bigger than it had been then, by magnitudes. The difference between feeling like knives had been under his facial skin, and most of his mass, having been flayed, rolled in salt, and glued together with fire ants.

Being set down, he'd get on the boat, and refused to sit anywhere close to the construct, who rightfully did not seem to care in the slightest. It simply did its job, as assigned by its newest overseer, and acted upon certain previous decrees. One being to repair malfunctioning or imperfect tools and servants. What it had done for now, would be sufficient for a time, though to bring him up to standards, it would have to replace several parts with the correct materials, to bring him closer to orderly. But that were a reward, that were not earned for now, and it seemed he wouldn't earn that sort of endorsement currently. He were being scolded for his chaotic nature right now, by their overseer. He should do better, and perhaps in time, he would earn his ascendance.

They would need to find the right materials first though. So far, it had not found any of it, and had to do with imitation materials. Hopefully the overseer would direct them to a well stocked storage facility eventually. There were much to correct, to bring any of the sectors up to a level where the commanding units would approve of them.

On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"I am not a monster. I am a liberator - I will liberate Equestria from the tyranny of the Monarchs and the Elite ruling class, or die trying." Spectra spoke to Yuma, gritting her teeth. "The Equestrians blew up the Mountain, they did it - all because two of my own escaped containment somehow, because one of them fooled around too much when I gave her the chance to be by herself." Spectra spoke, referring to Veil - not that Yuma would know.

The sound Yuma made in her head, could best be described as a mixture of an annoyed neigh, and a scoff, showing that she did not believe Spectra on this whatsoever.

The others reacted more though, as now she had spoken out loud. The construct did not give much notice the first time it had happened, but now that it happened a second time, it assumed this might be a prelude to an order, or that something that were wrong with the overseer. Quite the issue that would be, as that would bring into question her ability to lead a sector properly.

Operata on the other hoof, would instead keep his eyes away, his breathing slowed and calming, as he were slowly starting to get control over himself again. His actions before had been driven by emotion, not logic, and had he been around a normal pony, they would have understood why. Since it were Spectra, he were just ruffling her new favorite toy. And poorly at that.

"...She's starting to break through, I take it?"

He yet pitied the poor mare, and cursed himself for his inability to refusing to partake in what happened to her. Perhaps if he had done something, even calling out, the only one that would have been hurt would have been him. And instead he had been a coward... He were a disgrace to the ideals he claimed to have had.

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(Spoiled Rich)

On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"Good. That's a bare minimum. We will discuss this some other time." Spoiled stated.

Tiara felt her chest fluff poof a little, as she instinctively felt the need to try and defend her friends from her mother. She had said plenty of things about Silver too, and Tiara had to keep defending her. And that were a filly that were at least acceptable by her standards, as Silver were also part of a wealthy family, and were both clean, and with high standard manners. Sure her family were not as wealthy as theirs, but it wasn't as far off as one might think.

It would be a harder fight to defend her befriending her old nemesis, and her two friends, but she did get the feel of being ready to stand up, and push back at things now. A feeling that were mixing with her need for her mothers approval, and want to make her happy, after she had been gone for so long.

They would have a war on words on this sooner or later, but at least for now, it wouldn't start. They could enjoy a bit more time trying to be family, before returning to bickering over small stuff.

On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"I realize this is hard for you to understand, Diamond Tiara, but we are entering into a time where this mare is still at large and she is out there still. I know the Guards are trying their best, but knowing them, they won't find anything with how this mare has seemingly lived her life." Spoiled sighed, and would address Filthy's concerns here as she turned back to him. "Yes, yes, you are reading my mind here. Will need a safe to protect our valuables - anything that you can think of for a situation in where we need to hold out for weeks, if not months." she spoke, agreeing with his assessment. In the end of the world - a Butler will be needed, still. Spoiled can't expect her or Filthy to do all the hard work after all, can she?

Tiara wouldn't say something about this, but she would move a little closer to her dad. She weren't as small and innocent as she had been, when Spoiled were taken away. She knew about death, and what it meant. How others might hurt, and kill those you loved... After Spoiled had vanished, eventually, Filthy had to tell her. Tiara heard the whispers, the condolences, the way the family sometimes came around talking about things... She had questions, and though he weren't happy about it, Filthy had to provide answers.

This however, sounded like it was way worse than anything like that. A threat that was actually a big problem. But then, a thought sprung into her head about that. Sure there was a big threat, but... Didn't they have bigger ones here in town?

"But we have the Elements of Harmony in town. And Discord. Can't they just handle this, like they do everything else?"

"Possibly. But before that, the one who did that, might still hurt several bystanders. It's best that we prepare, just in case. Besides, this way if something else happens in the future, you don't have to go to the regular shelter. Remember what you said after the school drill?"

"Hmph. Too loud and crowded."

On 2024-05-29 at 2:57 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"I am suggesting that we would have an addition built onto the side of the house with an entrance, with an expansion on the basement - basically, we can keep the current basement we have now, but add onto it, furnish it, and then make it part of the emergency shelter. Quartz Constructions is already doing the construction on the Estate, which will have the same accommodations. If we happen to be there for whatever reason when it goes down, we will also be safe there." 

He would come around to respond to Spoiled now, of both the things she had said, but he had to make sure their daughter were calmed down, lest she ended up feeling unwell and paranoid about somepony just rushing through the window, or might lash out when workers would come to handle building the bomb shelter. He had been a single father for three years now, and had become more personal than he sometimes otherwise had been. He weren't perfect, but he had a better understanding about not setting aside Tiara for work, and expecting others to handle most of her issues when he figured he were better of chasing an opportunity. It'd probably please Spoiled to know that he had a better grasp of not ignoring those around him for that anymore, when she'd eventually notice it, in their everyday lives.

"If you already have Quartz hired for one job, it is the best to contact him soon as possible about the work here too, so he can prepare the materials for both at the same time, and begin shipping it over, fast as possible. It will cut down on paperwork from our end too.

As for what to have ready for it... I have something in mind. Seen several other wealthy beings in recent times, have shelters of some sort, in case things happens. I will share my ideas with Clayton, or whomever he sends to represent him, at a given time. We should have a letter written to be sent later. Yet there is also something else..."

A maid would enter the room, duster floating in front of her, as she cleaned up the picture frames along the walls, using her magic to gather up the falling dust, and collect it in the bag she had with her. One hired for but a few months, before Spoiled vanished, with raven-dark coat, and a pale, short mane and tail. Her cutie mark was covered by her work uniform, which were still the same that Spoiled agreed were suitable, back in the day. A cute mare, in her mid twenties, though one that Filthy never had an eye for. He just appreciated the efficient work done.

"Ah, excellent. Duster?"

"Yes s- O-Oh my."

She turned, and upon seeing Spoiled, nearly jumped out of her good skin. The feather duster and bag of dust, nearly hitting the floor, though she grasped them in time, looking as if she feared for her life had she not.

"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Mrs. Rich. I were not aware that-"

The staff as a whole, did not know Mrs. Rich were back. Only the immediate family, and Randolph, who knew better than to start spreading words to anypony but the kitchen staff, and they were too busy to go around and gossip.

"Focus please. I need you to go to the train station, and find Mr. Marsh. Tell him that I need him back here immediately. If he's not there yet, look at the inn. I cannot have him leave the town just yet."

"Of course Mr. Rich. Right away, sir."

Unless there were any objections from Mrs. Rich, she would hurry, and leave the duster she shared her first name with, and the bag of dust, somewhere discreet outside, on her way to the train station.

Marsh had been here earlier, to discuss some of the details for tomorrow. An older business partner of his. Reliable enough, but too dimwitted for this job. Yet he could well transport the brief, and give a quick run through, to Page Turner. It did not require much in the way of equine interaction, so it should be a simple task for him. It would also save him the time of having to try and get hold of Turner, then have him go here, to pick up, and then leave again. If he could cut out a step or two, it would save him time that he could use for preparation, and sleep.

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"The mounta- Of course. Of course you were involved somehow. Lemme guess, you set a trap, and when they came for you, then what, it triggered? And you think exploding a mountain was a good trap?!"

If she could slap Spectra right now, Yuma would. Equestria were in chaos, and it all lead right back to her. And yet she had the gall to say it wasn't her fault? She set the trap, or whatever it was, in the first place. She knew what would happen. It were her fault for setting that up in the first place, and likely killing several innocent guards with that explosion. There was no reason for a trap that devastating.

"And don't try to pretend like you don't kill. You killed me, and you clearly didn't give it a second thought. I bet the only thing you regret about it, is that I'm haunting you now. And the second he's being more trouble than worth to you, you'll get rid of him too. Or what, you expect me to believe that you'd just let him go? When he knows the things you've done, and where you're headed?

I bet he's only with you, because he's afraid of what you'd do to him otherwise."

The two were having talks now, but seeing eye to eye? That were not gonna be easy. Yuma were not a saint, but the things that Spectra did, were far more abhorrent than anything she could even think about doing. And she had barely learned of the things she had done. Just wait until the cages with victims, and the death of many of them from the explosion, came up eventually. It wouldn't make her ire less.

Spectra huffed - the hollering voice in her mind was nearly impossible to block out no matter how hard Spectra could try. Yuma was fully coming around at this point and Spectra couldn't drown out her voice. Their souls were permanently bonded - merged, the two would be inseparable forever, most likely. Spectra gritted her teeth and Yuma could tell that she was starting to get frustrated.

"Exploding the mountain was a good trap because none of those guards should be left alive. Yet, somehow, someway, two of my own escaped and managed to tell them about it. Whether or not those two are still alive or not, I don't know. If they were there with the guard, they should have been turned to dust by the explosion. The majority of those I captured were all kinds of criminals, specifically - most of them. A lot of them have done things you don't have the capacity to even imagine. Take Lord Sendak for example, a Centaur who killed two of his younger brothers to seize lordship of his land for himself - then he sought to enslave all ponies who came across him. Bet nobody ever mentions that in history, do they? Yet hundreds were there to see it in the battle, when I fought him and brought him down! The two sisters hide everything they don't want you to hear!" Spectra argued back to Yuma, though it was unlikely to convince her of her ways.

"I didn't kill you. I simply re-assigned you. Your body is mine, yes? Well, I technically was the one who died because my original body has been harvested for parts. I gave it away, so I could have yours. I am the one who died, only my spirit remains - inside of you. While you have your body and your mind together - just that I am the one who can use your body, and not you. I already died anyway. The moment I started my path I knew I would be dead to everyone if they found out what I was doing. So I decided this upon myself - succeed in my plans, or die trying. No in between." Spectra added with a furrowed brow. "Operata was tasked to hunt down and kill me, or bring me to some crime lords he worked for. I defeated him and made him work for me. He is lucky I didn't put him in a crystal like I did with the others. I have had mercy on him, only because he is useful to me. He has nothing left but me. I have nothing left but my own ambition to succeed, as there is nothing in this world that would accept me." she thought with firm determination.

 

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He were slowly calming down, but he did not avert his gaze. Not this time.

"Twice, or did you forget what happened at the mountain?"

This time, it had meddled with his mane and tail, as well as his legs. But last time, it had corrected his facial scars. The pain now, were bigger than it had been then, by magnitudes. The difference between feeling like knives had been under his facial skin, and most of his mass, having been flayed, rolled in salt, and glued together with fire ants.

Being set down, he'd get on the boat, and refused to sit anywhere close to the construct, who rightfully did not seem to care in the slightest. It simply did its job, as assigned by its newest overseer, and acted upon certain previous decrees. One being to repair malfunctioning or imperfect tools and servants. What it had done for now, would be sufficient for a time, though to bring him up to standards, it would have to replace several parts with the correct materials, to bring him closer to orderly. But that were a reward, that were not earned for now, and it seemed he wouldn't earn that sort of endorsement currently. He were being scolded for his chaotic nature right now, by their overseer. He should do better, and perhaps in time, he would earn his ascendance.

They would need to find the right materials first though. So far, it had not found any of it, and had to do with imitation materials. Hopefully the overseer would direct them to a well stocked storage facility eventually. There were much to correct, to bring any of the sectors up to a level where the commanding units would approve of them.

The sound Yuma made in her head, could best be described as a mixture of an annoyed neigh, and a scoff, showing that she did not believe Spectra on this whatsoever.

The others reacted more though, as now she had spoken out loud. The construct did not give much notice the first time it had happened, but now that it happened a second time, it assumed this might be a prelude to an order, or that something that were wrong with the overseer. Quite the issue that would be, as that would bring into question her ability to lead a sector properly.

Operata on the other hoof, would instead keep his eyes away, his breathing slowed and calming, as he were slowly starting to get control over himself again. His actions before had been driven by emotion, not logic, and had he been around a normal pony, they would have understood why. Since it were Spectra, he were just ruffling her new favorite toy. And poorly at that.

"...She's starting to break through, I take it?"

He yet pitied the poor mare, and cursed himself for his inability to refusing to partake in what happened to her. Perhaps if he had done something, even calling out, the only one that would have been hurt would have been him. And instead he had been a coward... He were a disgrace to the ideals he claimed to have had.

Spectra narrowed her eyes as she sighed, looking at him. Yuma could potentially feel that Spectra knew that he was right - she wasn't sure how to answer to him at all here. Spectra had come up with a lie to explain away what happened - and speaking against the Construct in its vicinity would be sure to put her on a hit list. It was quite a delicate balance for her to play here. 

"Whatever was the case, we now move forward. What happened is what happened and there is no reversing it. We will reach Troy. We will get in. Then they must take us to their leaders, and we will have an audience with them. Go from there." Spectra leaned forward, her gaze telling Operata she did not care what happened to him and that he best keep quiet about that for now. About Yuma however, Spectra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, she's come around. She can see everything as I can - was quite surprised by the Construct here, obviously doesn't like me very much." Spectra cracked a smirk.

 

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Tiara felt her chest fluff poof a little, as she instinctively felt the need to try and defend her friends from her mother. She had said plenty of things about Silver too, and Tiara had to keep defending her. And that were a filly that were at least acceptable by her standards, as Silver were also part of a wealthy family, and were both clean, and with high standard manners. Sure her family were not as wealthy as theirs, but it wasn't as far off as one might think.

It would be a harder fight to defend her befriending her old nemesis, and her two friends, but she did get the feel of being ready to stand up, and push back at things now. A feeling that were mixing with her need for her mothers approval, and want to make her happy, after she had been gone for so long.

They would have a war on words on this sooner or later, but at least for now, it wouldn't start. They could enjoy a bit more time trying to be family, before returning to bickering over small stuff.

Part of the reason why Spoiled Rich didn't have the best opinion of the Silvers - was the fact that they mismanaged their money. It was how they moved to Ponyville some years ago after all. Spoiled heard about how Silver Spoon's father made some sort of business mistake that forced them to move away from Manehattan and move here. Though Spoiled couldn't exactly fault them for it - if it was something that the Silvers did accidentally or if someone did that to them, she did not know.

Still though, silently - Spoiled was glad that Tiara managed to make friends and integrate well here. Her pride said otherwise. It was a struggle Spoiled would feel in her mind, for a while, as always. Though with all that has happened lately - Spoiled may just decide to let Tiara do what makes her happy. At least it would give her something good to hold onto, if war does come and drastic changes come as a result.

 

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Tiara wouldn't say something about this, but she would move a little closer to her dad. She weren't as small and innocent as she had been, when Spoiled were taken away. She knew about death, and what it meant. How others might hurt, and kill those you loved... After Spoiled had vanished, eventually, Filthy had to tell her. Tiara heard the whispers, the condolences, the way the family sometimes came around talking about things... She had questions, and though he weren't happy about it, Filthy had to provide answers.

This however, sounded like it was way worse than anything like that. A threat that was actually a big problem. But then, a thought sprung into her head about that. Sure there was a big threat, but... Didn't they have bigger ones here in town?

"But we have the Elements of Harmony in town. And Discord. Can't they just handle this, like they do everything else?"

"Possibly. But before that, the one who did that, might still hurt several bystanders. It's best that we prepare, just in case. Besides, this way if something else happens in the future, you don't have to go to the regular shelter. Remember what you said after the school drill?"

"Hmph. Too loud and crowded."

Spoiled put a hoof to her chin as she would think about what was said here. "The Elements of Harmony and Discord didn't stop destruction from happening here. I feel that we can't rely on the Elements for everything to be saved and solved. While I...trust them - I am skeptical. Something about this time feels different. I never liked Discord anyway. Where was he, when Tirek came? Oh right, he's the one that betrayed us and let it all happen." Spoiled Rich huffed, the thought of that made her blood boil with how Discord was so freely forgiven like that.

At least there wouldn't be any forgiving Spectra - probably.

"The fact that the Elements of Harmony are here, probably puts a giant target on our backs. You want to know why all the conflicts in the world seem to happen here? It's because they are here, and it's like a magnet. No surprise if it happens again." Spoiled huffs.

 

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He would come around to respond to Spoiled now, of both the things she had said, but he had to make sure their daughter were calmed down, lest she ended up feeling unwell and paranoid about somepony just rushing through the window, or might lash out when workers would come to handle building the bomb shelter. He had been a single father for three years now, and had become more personal than he sometimes otherwise had been. He weren't perfect, but he had a better understanding about not setting aside Tiara for work, and expecting others to handle most of her issues when he figured he were better of chasing an opportunity. It'd probably please Spoiled to know that he had a better grasp of not ignoring those around him for that anymore, when she'd eventually notice it, in their everyday lives.

"If you already have Quartz hired for one job, it is the best to contact him soon as possible about the work here too, so he can prepare the materials for both at the same time, and begin shipping it over, fast as possible. It will cut down on paperwork from our end too.

As for what to have ready for it... I have something in mind. Seen several other wealthy beings in recent times, have shelters of some sort, in case things happens. I will share my ideas with Clayton, or whomever he sends to represent him, at a given time. We should have a letter written to be sent later. Yet there is also something else..."

A maid would enter the room, duster floating in front of her, as she cleaned up the picture frames along the walls, using her magic to gather up the falling dust, and collect it in the bag she had with her. One hired for but a few months, before Spoiled vanished, with raven-dark coat, and a pale, short mane and tail. Her cutie mark was covered by her work uniform, which were still the same that Spoiled agreed were suitable, back in the day. A cute mare, in her mid twenties, though one that Filthy never had an eye for. He just appreciated the efficient work done.

"Ah, excellent. Duster?"

"Yes s- O-Oh my."

She turned, and upon seeing Spoiled, nearly jumped out of her good skin. The feather duster and bag of dust, nearly hitting the floor, though she grasped them in time, looking as if she feared for her life had she not.

"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Mrs. Rich. I were not aware that-"

The staff as a whole, did not know Mrs. Rich were back. Only the immediate family, and Randolph, who knew better than to start spreading words to anypony but the kitchen staff, and they were too busy to go around and gossip.

"Focus please. I need you to go to the train station, and find Mr. Marsh. Tell him that I need him back here immediately. If he's not there yet, look at the inn. I cannot have him leave the town just yet."

"Of course Mr. Rich. Right away, sir."

Unless there were any objections from Mrs. Rich, she would hurry, and leave the duster she shared her first name with, and the bag of dust, somewhere discreet outside, on her way to the train station.

Marsh had been here earlier, to discuss some of the details for tomorrow. An older business partner of his. Reliable enough, but too dimwitted for this job. Yet he could well transport the brief, and give a quick run through, to Page Turner. It did not require much in the way of equine interaction, so it should be a simple task for him. It would also save him the time of having to try and get hold of Turner, then have him go here, to pick up, and then leave again. If he could cut out a step or two, it would save him time that he could use for preparation, and sleep.

Spoiled agreed with Filthy's words here and nodded with a short simple nod. "That is what I was thinking. I will have him prioritize the Bomb Shelter for our Mansion as it is. It won't take that long, likely a couple of days with how quickly they managed to build my Estate. Add a room to the house - expand the Basement, fully furnish it - then give added protections and enchantment, as well as stock up proper supplies. Complete with a new Wine Cellar and a new Vault as well, fully protected." Spoiled said, letting herself think out loud here. Writing the letter for it is something Spoiled could easily do, anyway. Spoiled already has a full picture in her mind of what it was that she wanted - might be a bit on the lavish side, but hey, if one is riding out the Apocalypse, it might as well be done in luxury.

Spoiled had turned towards Duster there - acknowledging her with a simple nod. Duster wasn't someone that she had any personal connection towards. Even then, she wasn't around that long before she vanished. Surprising that she had stayed - she was a new maid when Spoiled had her hired. Seems as though she does her job well - that much Spoiled knows. The rest she didn't particularly care to - as long as she stayed focus on her tasks.

Spoiled did not object to Duster being sent off for Mr. Marsh. Spoiled heard that name a few times before. "Mind if I ask what you may need him for? To relay the letter perhaps, while taking care of some other business?" Spoiled smirked, knowing how Filthy liked to take care of multiple things at once to make things go by quicker.  

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On 2024-06-03 at 6:12 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"Exploding the mountain was a good trap because none of those guards should be left alive. Yet, somehow, someway, two of my own escaped and managed to tell them about it. Whether or not those two are still alive or not, I don't know. If they were there with the guard, they should have been turned to dust by the explosion. The majority of those I captured were all kinds of criminals, specifically - most of them. A lot of them have done things you don't have the capacity to even imagine. Take Lord Sendak for example, a Centaur who killed two of his younger brothers to seize lordship of his land for himself - then he sought to enslave all ponies who came across him. Bet nobody ever mentions that in history, do they? Yet hundreds were there to see it in the battle, when I fought him and brought him down! The two sisters hide everything they don't want you to hear!" Spectra argued back to Yuma, though it was unlikely to convince her of her ways.

"I didn't kill you. I simply re-assigned you. Your body is mine, yes? Well, I technically was the one who died because my original body has been harvested for parts. I gave it away, so I could have yours. I am the one who died, only my spirit remains - inside of you. While you have your body and your mind together - just that I am the one who can use your body, and not you. I already died anyway. The moment I started my path I knew I would be dead to everyone if they found out what I was doing. So I decided this upon myself - succeed in my plans, or die trying. No in between." Spectra added with a furrowed brow. "Operata was tasked to hunt down and kill me, or bring me to some crime lords he worked for. I defeated him and made him work for me. He is lucky I didn't put him in a crystal like I did with the others. I have had mercy on him, only because he is useful to me. He has nothing left but me. I have nothing left but my own ambition to succeed, as there is nothing in this world that would accept me." she thought with firm determination.

"Then melt the criminals! What you did killed likely dozens of innocent guards, and destroyed the homes of countless others. Probably some who've been crippled for life, or even died from debris too. But nooo, you don't think about that, do you? Just wanting to make a flashy trap, so that everypony gets too scared to try and touch your stuff again. There's lots of ways to clear your tracks, without killing innocent creatures!"

This might be a somewhat surprising response, considering Yuma was not calling for no deaths, but no innocent deaths.  Though it could well just be a matter of somewhat understanding scummy criminals getting just deserts, over innocents who hadn't done a thing to deserve it.

"And don't try and garner sympathy over your *losses* and *sacrifices*. If you wanted a new body, you could have taken a golem, but you killed me instead! I hadn't done you anything. I was just trying to help, and then this is what I got for it. Killed by some body stealing parasite, with thoughts of grandeur. Pah. Pathetic! You don't deserve pity, and I'll give you none of it. And when the day comes when the princesses or the elements blast you into atoms, the last thing you're gonna hear is me laughing at you, before you're dragged straight to Tartarus."

They could speak more freely now, but at the same time, it might not be a good thing, cause that meant they could also argue and bicker. Something which would probably put Spectra in a fowl mood at times. Woe be those who had to stay around her. The egg shells one had to step carefully around, would be numerous.

On 2024-06-03 at 6:12 AM, Spectral Fade said:

"Whatever was the case, we now move forward. What happened is what happened and there is no reversing it. We will reach Troy. We will get in. Then they must take us to their leaders, and we will have an audience with them. Go from there." Spectra leaned forward, her gaze telling Operata she did not care what happened to him and that he best keep quiet about that for now. About Yuma however, Spectra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, she's come around. She can see everything as I can - was quite surprised by the Construct here, obviously doesn't like me very much." Spectra cracked a smirk.

Operata did not see her gaze, as once he were set down, he would no longer gaze at her. Her visage were not hers, but of someone else. Someone who did not deserve to be suffering with the end of life they had been given, and the guilt of such thoughts, yet made it hard for him to look at her, when he had himself under more control, and could properly think of such things. The fact she were getting around, and likely now knew what her fate were... The guilt ate at him, in ways he didn't think it would again, after he got numb from the pain of losing his wife. 

It were better if it had been him, rather than her. At least then, nothing of value would have been lost...

"I weep for her... I thought to spare her awareness of the grim faith that awaited, soon as you set your eyes upon her. Yet in the end, it did nothing... She still suffers, and there is naught I can do, but grieve."

His tone were somber, with the anger more or less fully deflated by now. His words likely being seen as weak and devoid of value to Spectra, she would find that Yuma went silent for now. If it were a coincidence, or something in his words though, were hard to say.

In about half an hour, they would reach the point on the map, where following the river further, would land them on a path away from the border they sought. This would be the time to go on land, and wander the last fifteen kilometers or so, to reach the border. And they should try and aim for a specific point, that were marked too. Being the *Gates of Enmity*. The only real path into the country, that wouldn't have you put straight in a war zone, or where crossing could be seen as a hostile action. This place, was the only one where others might travel between the countries, though it were mostly reserved for travelers, as Equestrians and Trojans rarely wanted to go to the other side. Even for a visit.

As for the boat... If she wanted it, the construct could carry it. It wouldn't tire, and it might be worth something to them eventually. If for nothing else, then parts, or held rightly, shade for their trek across the desert landscape of the Trojan frontier.

It would not be a bad idea to fill some containers with water already, had they not some prepared in advance.

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(Spoiled)

On 2024-06-03 at 6:12 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled put a hoof to her chin as she would think about what was said here. "The Elements of Harmony and Discord didn't stop destruction from happening here. I feel that we can't rely on the Elements for everything to be saved and solved. While I...trust them - I am skeptical. Something about this time feels different. I never liked Discord anyway. Where was he, when Tirek came? Oh right, he's the one that betrayed us and let it all happen." Spoiled Rich huffed, the thought of that made her blood boil with how Discord was so freely forgiven like that.

At least there wouldn't be any forgiving Spectra - probably.

"The fact that the Elements of Harmony are here, probably puts a giant target on our backs. You want to know why all the conflicts in the world seem to happen here? It's because they are here, and it's like a magnet. No surprise if it happens again." Spoiled huffs.

Neither of them had an argument about Tirek and Discord. The draconequus had indeed caused that. And while he then also helped to solve it, and had seemingly learned from the harsh lesson, it were not all who were so certain about him and his motives anymore. A good lot of those, and gotten convinced enough over time, but Spoiled had been gone for three years. She did not know of what had happened since then, and his acts likely still seemed fresh and unforgivable to her.

Still, the two of them did not think he would repeat such a mistake, yet did not want to argue it further. Filthy because he did not want the mood soured, in this blessed day, and Tiara because she didn't know what argument to use, and Spoiled words made her somewhat paranoid about what bad things might happen, because of this *Spectra* pony.

On 2024-06-03 at 6:12 AM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled did not object to Duster being sent off for Mr. Marsh. Spoiled heard that name a few times before. "Mind if I ask what you may need him for? To relay the letter perhaps, while taking care of some other business?" Spoiled smirked, knowing how Filthy liked to take care of multiple things at once to make things go by quicker. 

"Other business primarily, but I can have him deliver a request for Clayton Quartz to come and speak with you directly, about the design you want made.

Yet the primary reason were for Mr. Marsh to go and bring my suitcase to Mr. Turner in Canterlot, so that he can go and take over my meeting tomorrow. It regards a rather large startup, of exotic fruits in a specialized field. The things shown so far, have been promising, and the investment is all but guaranteed to bring back a tidy profit over time.

I know you think I work too much sometimes, but work have helped me to keep my mind off of... Of planning your funeral. It's good for our account, but mostly I just needed to distance myself from that, as much as I could. Yet now you are back, there is not a place else I would wish to be in the world, but right here."

Page Turner were more than capable of handling things on his own. He were confident in that. And if he failed, Filthy knew how to smoothen the details out afterwards. But for the time being, he truly did not want to leave. Home had long been the reminder of what he had lost, and the seeming inevitability of the funeral he had to arrange. And through work and caring more for Tiara, he tried his best to distract himself, for what he should have finished months ago, but kept pushing off, as confronting that reality, were breaking him.

Yet now, Spoiled were actually home. Alive and well. For the first time in years, this place felt like home again, and he felt not a single atom in his being, that wanted to leave that behind at this point.

"Pardon my intrusion."

Randolph would show up, not long after the response, given by Filthy. Enough time for them to banter a bit back and forth still, yet inevitably, he would show, seeming a bit wearier. Usually happened when he had to rummage down the depths of the wine cellar. Especially when he had to handle such expensive wine as he had. Were he to drop one, it would take him so much work to earn in what it had cost, that the word *Ludicrous* barely covered it. He were all too relieved to have set it off in the kitchen.

"The chef bade me tell you, that dinner will be served in an hour.

I also regret to inform you that I saw Mrs. Pie skulk around the area, and the look on her face makes me think her aware of something happening in here. Might I suggest a quiet night in, ma'am?"

Personally he hadn't much against Pinkie Pie. A little too... Forthcoming and in your face for his taste though, but ultimately harmless, and spread joy in town. But considering everything, he believed the sighting, and potential for Pinkie to become fully aware of Mrs. Rich, and thus wanting to throw a town wide welcome party, wasn't in her best interest at the moment. Thus he found it best to inform them, and her specifically. She were a mare well in control, so you got used to defer to her, when you worked for this household long enough.

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"Then melt the criminals! What you did killed likely dozens of innocent guards, and destroyed the homes of countless others. Probably some who've been crippled for life, or even died from debris too. But nooo, you don't think about that, do you? Just wanting to make a flashy trap, so that everypony gets too scared to try and touch your stuff again. There's lots of ways to clear your tracks, without killing innocent creatures!"

This might be a somewhat surprising response, considering Yuma was not calling for no deaths, but no innocent deaths.  Though it could well just be a matter of somewhat understanding scummy criminals getting just deserts, over innocents who hadn't done a thing to deserve it.

"And don't try and garner sympathy over your *losses* and *sacrifices*. If you wanted a new body, you could have taken a golem, but you killed me instead! I hadn't done you anything. I was just trying to help, and then this is what I got for it. Killed by some body stealing parasite, with thoughts of grandeur. Pah. Pathetic! You don't deserve pity, and I'll give you none of it. And when the day comes when the princesses or the elements blast you into atoms, the last thing you're gonna hear is me laughing at you, before you're dragged straight to Tartarus."

They could speak more freely now, but at the same time, it might not be a good thing, cause that meant they could also argue and bicker. Something which would probably put Spectra in a fowl mood at times. Woe be those who had to stay around her. The egg shells one had to step carefully around, would be numerous.

The shouts and protests from Yuma did not do anything to improve Spectra's mood as they moved along here. All it did was serve to make her otherwise quiet and emotionless mind a flurry of frustration. Spectra shouldn't have done this. It was a mistake. One she couldn't take back now - her old body was long gone and there was no getting it back. No fixing this either, for their souls were permanently merged into one.

"Melt the criminals? I'd do that, if their magic and power wasn't so useful. Besides, who cares about a mountain full of criminals being blown up? Sure there was damage but that couldn't be helped. I had to be sure it couldn't be tampered with! I've cleared my tracks for years, and when this happened perhaps I regretted the extreme measures taken - if only to hear you endlessly complain about what you didn't even get to see yourself!" Spectra spat back.

"A golem? Really? You would think someone would be satisfied with having a fake body? You aren't dead. You are just fine! Just locked away, inside my mind, gah! If you are so good as you claim to be, you'd go to the Afterlife and have nothing to worry about, even if you died. When the Elements or whoever comes, and if they succeed - you will die, and be dragged straight to Tartarus with me, as our souls are one! So you don't get to talk to me like that at all, know your place, and cease speaking to me unless you have something useful to say that isn't endless blabbering!" 

This was making Spectra highly agitated, to say the least. 

 

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Operata did not see her gaze, as once he were set down, he would no longer gaze at her. Her visage were not hers, but of someone else. Someone who did not deserve to be suffering with the end of life they had been given, and the guilt of such thoughts, yet made it hard for him to look at her, when he had himself under more control, and could properly think of such things. The fact she were getting around, and likely now knew what her fate were... The guilt ate at him, in ways he didn't think it would again, after he got numb from the pain of losing his wife. 

It were better if it had been him, rather than her. At least then, nothing of value would have been lost...

"I weep for her... I thought to spare her awareness of the grim faith that awaited, soon as you set your eyes upon her. Yet in the end, it did nothing... She still suffers, and there is naught I can do, but grieve."

His tone were somber, with the anger more or less fully deflated by now. His words likely being seen as weak and devoid of value to Spectra, she would find that Yuma went silent for now. If it were a coincidence, or something in his words though, were hard to say.

In about half an hour, they would reach the point on the map, where following the river further, would land them on a path away from the border they sought. This would be the time to go on land, and wander the last fifteen kilometers or so, to reach the border. And they should try and aim for a specific point, that were marked too. Being the *Gates of Enmity*. The only real path into the country, that wouldn't have you put straight in a war zone, or where crossing could be seen as a hostile action. This place, was the only one where others might travel between the countries, though it were mostly reserved for travelers, as Equestrians and Trojans rarely wanted to go to the other side. Even for a visit.

As for the boat... If she wanted it, the construct could carry it. It wouldn't tire, and it might be worth something to them eventually. If for nothing else, then parts, or held rightly, shade for their trek across the desert landscape of the Trojan frontier.

It would not be a bad idea to fill some containers with water already, had they not some prepared in advance.

Spectra's look of frustration was obvious and self evident on her face no matter how she tried to hide it. Though, she didn't say anything to what Operata did. Spectra didn't wish to waste any more energy on arguing or bickering on this matter, especially when there was nothing that could be done about it now. Though Spectra would never admit this openly to either of them - it was indeed a mistake. Spectra did not know what she was doing. Now she suffers consequences that there is no chance that she would ever be able to fix.

Moving that aside, they would arrive at the location to where they needed to leave the shores of the river. Now that they were here, it was Spectra's goal to get out of sight of the river as quickly as possible. Spectra would stop the boat and with her magic - direct it ashore gently. 

"Here is how things will go down. We have around fifteen kilometers until the border - and there is a specific spot marked on the map we will need to reach. The rest of the borderline is a warzone. Right now, we'll fill up containers for water." Spectra said, and would proceed to do so, refilling their containers as they'd likely have used up a good amount of their water in their travel thusfar. Realizing the construct could carry the boat, Spectra would look to the Construct. "It is logical you will carry the boat - with us inside of it, as quickly as possible to this location." Spectra stated and showed the construct the map, where they were, and where they needed to go - the Gates of Enmity. 
 

With that said, Spectra was more than eager to finally get across and into the border. Would ease her paranoid mind. The Guards wouldn't be able to touch her there, as the Equestrians and Trojans were actively at war. Sure, the Construct may appear to be somewhat suspicious - there was no way the Equestrians would be able to connect the dots. 

 

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Neither of them had an argument about Tirek and Discord. The draconequus had indeed caused that. And while he then also helped to solve it, and had seemingly learned from the harsh lesson, it were not all who were so certain about him and his motives anymore. A good lot of those, and gotten convinced enough over time, but Spoiled had been gone for three years. She did not know of what had happened since then, and his acts likely still seemed fresh and unforgivable to her.

Still, the two of them did not think he would repeat such a mistake, yet did not want to argue it further. Filthy because he did not want the mood soured, in this blessed day, and Tiara because she didn't know what argument to use, and Spoiled words made her somewhat paranoid about what bad things might happen, because of this *Spectra* pony

Whatever the case may be for Discord currently, it were for the best that Spoiled avoid seeing him - unless he wanted a few harsh expletives sent in his direction from the disgruntled rich mare. Though of course, it was still fresh in her mind. Something that Spoiled would never forgive. Even for normal folk, Spoiled was someone who would rarely forgive others for their mistakes. The mistakes one makes tells others a lot about themselves.

 

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"Other business primarily, but I can have him deliver a request for Clayton Quartz to come and speak with you directly, about the design you want made.

Yet the primary reason were for Mr. Marsh to go and bring my suitcase to Mr. Turner in Canterlot, so that he can go and take over my meeting tomorrow. It regards a rather large startup, of exotic fruits in a specialized field. The things shown so far, have been promising, and the investment is all but guaranteed to bring back a tidy profit over time.

I know you think I work too much sometimes, but work have helped me to keep my mind off of... Of planning your funeral. It's good for our account, but mostly I just needed to distance myself from that, as much as I could. Yet now you are back, there is not a place else I would wish to be in the world, but right here."

Page Turner were more than capable of handling things on his own. He were confident in that. And if he failed, Filthy knew how to smoothen the details out afterwards. But for the time being, he truly did not want to leave. Home had long been the reminder of what he had lost, and the seeming inevitability of the funeral he had to arrange. And through work and caring more for Tiara, he tried his best to distract himself, for what he should have finished months ago, but kept pushing off, as confronting that reality, were breaking him.

Yet now, Spoiled were actually home. Alive and well. For the first time in years, this place felt like home again, and he felt not a single atom in his being, that wanted to leave that behind at this point.

"Pardon my intrusion."

Randolph would show up, not long after the response, given by Filthy. Enough time for them to banter a bit back and forth still, yet inevitably, he would show, seeming a bit wearier. Usually happened when he had to rummage down the depths of the wine cellar. Especially when he had to handle such expensive wine as he had. Were he to drop one, it would take him so much work to earn in what it had cost, that the word *Ludicrous* barely covered it. He were all too relieved to have set it off in the kitchen.

"The chef bade me tell you, that dinner will be served in an hour.

I also regret to inform you that I saw Mrs. Pie skulk around the area, and the look on her face makes me think her aware of something happening in here. Might I suggest a quiet night in, ma'am?"

Personally he hadn't much against Pinkie Pie. A little too... Forthcoming and in your face for his taste though, but ultimately harmless, and spread joy in town. But considering everything, he believed the sighting, and potential for Pinkie to become fully aware of Mrs. Rich, and thus wanting to throw a town wide welcome party, wasn't in her best interest at the moment. Thus he found it best to inform them, and her specifically. She were a mare well in control, so you got used to defer to her, when you worked for this household long enough.

Spoiled Rich would be pleased by her husband's words, and her stature would relax somewhat as she looked him in the eye. "Always a worker. I know that you have done well for yourself. I do not know what is coming - but perhaps you would be wise to make the call to have those who are capable, take over meetings. I understand business, so if there is a matter that you absolutely must attend to - then do so. My concern is an event breaking out - be it in Ponyville, or in whichever location, and us not being there together." Spoiled sighed. It sounded oddly clingy for her to say, but in these sorts of situations communication was important even if she would rather avoid saying those words.

"Have him deliver the Request as soon as possible. I wish to speak to Quartz as soon as possible. He is already aware of the plans for my Estate, as I outlined that to the Lawyer. The Estate will be rebuilt similar to how it was. With some minor modifications that include an Enchantment that repels fire - to avoid a repeat of last time. I will also speak with him about applying such a measure to this house as well. You are well aware, that when Tirek came - the roof was damaged and a fire broke out. Luckily there wasn't much damage when that occurred." Spoiled said, agreeing with Filthy Rich. She felt much the same way as he did about this matter. There was too much time apart and it was best to make valuable use of it. 

Spoiled looked over at Randolph and nodded in approval. An hour would be a good time to catch up on things and allow the food to be prepared. "Ah. Mrs. Pie," Spoiled Rich spoke with disapproval. "A quiet night in is a must whenever she is the one rummaging around. I don't mind parties, as long as they are not spontaneous and random like hers. Besides, it is no time to party tonight. Maybe tomorrow night - if things are safe. Right now, we just need to lay low and recover." Spoiled Rich stated, with clear disdain towards the idea of a random party. 

"I'll state the danger Spectral Fade poses before everyone at said party, if Mrs.Pie wants a party, she'll get one - but I'll use it as a venue to speak against Spectra, and inform everyone directly myself." Spoiled Rich smirked pridefully.

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On 2024-06-07 at 11:31 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Melt the criminals? I'd do that, if their magic and power wasn't so useful. Besides, who cares about a mountain full of criminals being blown up? Sure there was damage but that couldn't be helped. I had to be sure it couldn't be tampered with! I've cleared my tracks for years, and when this happened perhaps I regretted the extreme measures taken - if only to hear you endlessly complain about what you didn't even get to see yourself!" Spectra spat back.

"A golem? Really? You would think someone would be satisfied with having a fake body? You aren't dead. You are just fine! Just locked away, inside my mind, gah! If you are so good as you claim to be, you'd go to the Afterlife and have nothing to worry about, even if you died. When the Elements or whoever comes, and if they succeed - you will die, and be dragged straight to Tartarus with me, as our souls are one! So you don't get to talk to me like that at all, know your place, and cease speaking to me unless you have something useful to say that isn't endless blabbering!" 

"Dead or locked into my own head, it doesn't matter. They're both bad, and takes away who I am. My life, that I were trying to get back on track, when You came and Stole it from me!"

If she wanted to get into an internal shouting match, Spectra could go right ahead. What was she gonna do? Kill them both, by hurting the body she stole? By all means, go right on ahead, and speed up the end of this miserable existence.

"I'm not perfect, but nothing I've done as as bad as what you've done. And that's just the stuff you've admitted to. I bet you have a mountain of skeletons in your closet, just waiting to be exposed to the world. And soon as they find it, the elements are coming from you, and you'll be dragged right down to all the Chrysalis's and siren sisters of history. And I'll... T-That isn't important. You're worse than Discord, and they're gonna get you."

Were Discord evil at some point? Yes. Did he kill others? History was vague on that, but probably unintentionally. Did he act with indifference towards the mortal races he were surrounded by? Most definitely. He were an infamous character in their story for a reason.

Yet he were still redeemable in the long run, and not an openly murderous, ruthless destroyer. Spectra were, and by all accounts, were only feeling bad, because blowing up the mountain put her in the spotlight, and made her lose some of her stuff. Said stuff including living beings, who she claimed were all criminals. She was indeed a ruthless, cruel creature, worse than any she had read about in the history books. In Equestria at least. She had read of worse in other places.

On 2024-06-07 at 11:31 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Here is how things will go down. We have around fifteen kilometers until the border - and there is a specific spot marked on the map we will need to reach. The rest of the borderline is a warzone. Right now, we'll fill up containers for water." Spectra said, and would proceed to do so, refilling their containers as they'd likely have used up a good amount of their water in their travel thusfar. Realizing the construct could carry the boat, Spectra would look to the Construct. "It is logical you will carry the boat - with us inside of it, as quickly as possible to this location." Spectra stated and showed the construct the map, where they were, and where they needed to go - the Gates of Enmity. 
 

With that said, Spectra was more than eager to finally get across and into the border. Would ease her paranoid mind. The Guards wouldn't be able to touch her there, as the Equestrians and Trojans were actively at war. Sure, the Construct may appear to be somewhat suspicious - there was no way the Equestrians would be able to connect the dots. 

As he were given orders to fill the water bottles, he would do so in silence, though he appeared to be somewhat internally agitated, since broke some branches with his magic, and scuffed a few trees. Not like there were much else he could let his frustrations out on here. Spectra and her pet could both trounce him soundly, and even if there were a wild animal here, he would not be able to bring himself to cause it harm. Not without a good reason.

As for the construct, it would give off the series of lights lighting up again, as it had done other times, which she might start to see the pattern in being an acknowledgement of an order, and set itself ready to hold the boat. Though it weren't large, and the extra weight of both ponies would add to it, it could still carry the boat and wander at a normal pace with ease. It were not bound by normal restrictions of flesh and muscles.

When they were situated proper, it would begin the walk. Not the fastest travel in the world, but they would conserve energy themselves, as they were carried through the forest. One that would get increasingly scarce iof trees, as they neared the border. And it would be hard to miss it, even some five miles out, when there were nearly no trees left to hide the sight.

A long, seemingly endless stretch, of two-sided fortifications. Not walls, but sentries, magical alerts placed in key locations, a backline with actual buildings and fortified walls, where in case of an assault from the Trojans, they could fall as far back as this, and then attack with all they had, in the zone they prepared on their side. Likely many things buried, or readied with magic in the ready to rise and get to work on unsuspecting invaders.

Once they got closer, they'd also see a line crossed with barbed wires, and guards makings rounds in full uniform. Seemed to be mostly Solar Guards right now, with the Night Guards likely taking over after sunset. A couple of them spotting the pair and their odd transport soon after they got into view, and intercepting them, weapons on the ready.

"Be at ease, please. We are headed for the official border crossing into Troy. We bear no ill intentions, or want to cross the dead zone. It were just easier to get past the tree line first, before we turned."

"Hmm, so you say. But what's that then?"

The older of the two, a pegasus mare, would point at the construct.

"A miniature service golem. It assists us in our travels."

"They might be right, Sky. I've read about golems before. They can be in handy, if done right...

That doesn't stop you from needing to be checked though. State your names, and prepare for a cursory search."

"We have nothing to hide. My name is Flute Phantasma, and we're just wanting to pass into Troy, to among other things, visit the great Alexandrian Library."

He would have told before they crossed the trees, that she should expect this, and just give a name, and let them do a search in peace, if they needed to. The more scrutinizing stuff tended to come at the border crossing. Especially in these tumultuous days.

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(Spoiled)

On 2024-06-07 at 11:31 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled Rich would be pleased by her husband's words, and her stature would relax somewhat as she looked him in the eye. "Always a worker. I know that you have done well for yourself. I do not know what is coming - but perhaps you would be wise to make the call to have those who are capable, take over meetings. I understand business, so if there is a matter that you absolutely must attend to - then do so. My concern is an event breaking out - be it in Ponyville, or in whichever location, and us not being there together." Spoiled sighed. It sounded oddly clingy for her to say, but in these sorts of situations communication was important even if she would rather avoid saying those words.

"Page Turner is more than capable of this task. I merely hoarded it to escape thoughts I wanted nothing to do with. After all this time, I shall not leave your side for such banalities."

He could always work, but he did have others working in his company for a reason, and Page Turner frankly were better used for these sorts of things, rather than handling paperwork, and minor infractions. That were secretary work, which he were overqualified for. This task should prove a jolt to the younger stallion's enthusiasm and spirit, and leave Filthy to stay here with his family, where he were needed. Unless something catastrophic happened, nothing would make him leave them for mere work, for even an hour.

On 2024-06-07 at 11:31 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Have him deliver the Request as soon as possible. I wish to speak to Quartz as soon as possible. He is already aware of the plans for my Estate, as I outlined that to the Lawyer. The Estate will be rebuilt similar to how it was. With some minor modifications that include an Enchantment that repels fire - to avoid a repeat of last time. I will also speak with him about applying such a measure to this house as well. You are well aware, that when Tirek came - the roof was damaged and a fire broke out. Luckily there wasn't much damage when that occurred." Spoiled said, agreeing with Filthy Rich. She felt much the same way as he did about this matter. There was too much time apart and it was best to make valuable use of it. 

"Yes, it would be good to extend the fortifications to more parts of the building, and the new shelter, just in case. It is better to invest in complete safety, than half measures."

He recalled well what had happened during Tirek's escapades. The roof and quite a bit of the house needed repairs, and reinforcements, to help prevent things like that from happening again. and if it did, limit the way the fire spread as it had. The artwork they had lost alone, were not on the cheap side, and then came all the rest. He were just thankful that none had been injured at the least, even if it had been close for Randolph. Silly old fool, had jumped to get their Haybrant off the wall, and run out with it, before the fire got it. He succeeded, though he came out with his tail on fire. A priceless piece of art, and his instinct had told him to save this, lest Mrs. Rich would be disappointed and let them feel her ire, for failing to save anything of value.

A few seconds more in the wrong place, and he would have had a piece of the roof fall straight down on top of him. He were lucky that day, and Filthy had scolded him about that for a while, as he valued the life of his butler more than a painting, even if it were ridiculously expensive.

On 2024-06-07 at 11:31 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled looked over at Randolph and nodded in approval. An hour would be a good time to catch up on things and allow the food to be prepared. "Ah. Mrs. Pie," Spoiled Rich spoke with disapproval. "A quiet night in is a must whenever she is the one rummaging around. I don't mind parties, as long as they are not spontaneous and random like hers. Besides, it is no time to party tonight. Maybe tomorrow night - if things are safe. Right now, we just need to lay low and recover." Spoiled Rich stated, with clear disdain towards the idea of a random party. 

"I'll state the danger Spectral Fade poses before everyone at said party, if Mrs.Pie wants a party, she'll get one - but I'll use it as a venue to speak against Spectra, and inform everyone directly myself." Spoiled Rich smirked pridefully.

"Very well, ma'am. I shall tell the other staff to not interact with Mrs. pie until further notice."

He'd bow, and be on his way to get these affairs in orders, along with the rest he needed to do. Mrs. Rich were back, which were certainly a good thing. If for naught else, then that it eased the mind of his master, and the young miss greatly. Yet that did mean he had to get hold of the household, and make sure things were properly in order. Including some of the staff who hadn't seen her before, but only heard of her in stories, or seen her from the outside. Lest they end up on the wrong side of her wrath, they had to be informed, and it had to be soon.

It would also put him in a bad light, if he could not keep the staff in order, for something as minor as this, and he certainly did not want this stain on his record, on what should be a joyous day. Which also meant he had to think of a lie to spin to Pinkie Pie, as she were not gonna stop being curious. Unless of course, she were to be distracted... He may have an idea, but would need to ponder it a little further, as he attended other duties.

"Hmm, I would normally be against that idea, of speaking out at her parties. It wouldn't behoove well, to have the town think us against her, considering how beloved she is. Yet considering the situation and circumstances, it is prudent to spread the message, and near everypony will be there. It is the most efficient way of handling this."

He had to think on this a moment, but Filthy had a hard time arguing with the usage of said party, as a stage for a public service announcement. Princess Twilight would likely not be thrilled, seeing how the princesses might well try and keep things on the low, to avoid panic, or embarrassment, but that wouldn't do much for the safety of the populace. It were best to act, and let the information be free, so they could prepare. Their townsfolk were a jaded bunch at times, when it came to danger, but this were likely to get their attention.

He were also aware she might not care for the party itself regardless. Her facial expression, and previous experiences told him as much. But her motivation being partially fueled by spite, or the like, were mostly inconsequential. 

"*sigh* Yes, I believe we have a plan for the morrow. But for today, let us enjoy the peace and serenity of our home.

Perhaps... Yes, you recall how the fire decimated our backyard garden? It were still being repaired and regrowing when you were taken. Would you perhaps that we wandered a small trip through it, and take in the serenity? The bushes are as high as needed, to shield us from vision, lest somepony flies around and looks down, I assure you. And we had the balcony installed you hoped for, to shield from outside eyes further, as well as provide a sun deck. Though it have mostly gone unused. It brought back painful memories, to stay there for too long."

Their main garden were in view, and could be seen by most, if they looked at it proper. The part where they showed off more or less, as it were. But they also had a garden in the backyard, where they had privacy. Especially now with the large balcony upstairs, which shielded it further from view. This were their little spot on the outside, where they could be at ease, and enjoy themselves, when they wished fresh air, but not to be bothered with the public.

(Have some fun visualizing the garden if it were. I made it vague for a reason: :))

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"Dead or locked into my own head, it doesn't matter. They're both bad, and takes away who I am. My life, that I were trying to get back on track, when You came and Stole it from me!"

If she wanted to get into an internal shouting match, Spectra could go right ahead. What was she gonna do? Kill them both, by hurting the body she stole? By all means, go right on ahead, and speed up the end of this miserable existence.

"I'm not perfect, but nothing I've done as as bad as what you've done. And that's just the stuff you've admitted to. I bet you have a mountain of skeletons in your closet, just waiting to be exposed to the world. And soon as they find it, the elements are coming from you, and you'll be dragged right down to all the Chrysalis's and siren sisters of history. And I'll... T-That isn't important. You're worse than Discord, and they're gonna get you."

Were Discord evil at some point? Yes. Did he kill others? History was vague on that, but probably unintentionally. Did he act with indifference towards the mortal races he were surrounded by? Most definitely. He were an infamous character in their story for a reason.

Yet he were still redeemable in the long run, and not an openly murderous, ruthless destroyer. Spectra were, and by all accounts, were only feeling bad, because blowing up the mountain put her in the spotlight, and made her lose some of her stuff. Said stuff including living beings, who she claimed were all criminals. She was indeed a ruthless, cruel creature, worse than any she had read about in the history books. In Equestria at least. She had read of worse in other places.

Spectra would see the pointlessness of getting into a shouting match in her mind - it would do nothing to prove her point and only serve to aggravate her further. She'd allow Yuma to shout at her as much as she pleased without saying anything back to her for a while. It was a way to let Yuma loose and let out some steam, eventually she'll run out of things to say. Perhaps the way to deal with Yuma would be to let her go until she gets bored of shouting at least to a point. Eventually they might get to a point to where Yuma would be able to sense and feel Spectra's emotions. It were not quite there yet - but when that happened, the results might be rather interesting. 

Eventually at some point, Spectra's curiosity got the better of her here. It was interesting - because she wasn't really all that curious about other ponies lives if it didn't suit her needs to garner power. Yuma had nothing further to offer her - but she couldn't fight the curiosity anymore.

"What was your life...like? You keep alluding that you did something immoral. You might as well tell me what it is." Spectra suddenly then said to Yuma.

 

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As he were given orders to fill the water bottles, he would do so in silence, though he appeared to be somewhat internally agitated, since broke some branches with his magic, and scuffed a few trees. Not like there were much else he could let his frustrations out on here. Spectra and her pet could both trounce him soundly, and even if there were a wild animal here, he would not be able to bring himself to cause it harm. Not without a good reason.

As for the construct, it would give off the series of lights lighting up again, as it had done other times, which she might start to see the pattern in being an acknowledgement of an order, and set itself ready to hold the boat. Though it weren't large, and the extra weight of both ponies would add to it, it could still carry the boat and wander at a normal pace with ease. It were not bound by normal restrictions of flesh and muscles.

When they were situated proper, it would begin the walk. Not the fastest travel in the world, but they would conserve energy themselves, as they were carried through the forest. One that would get increasingly scarce iof trees, as they neared the border. And it would be hard to miss it, even some five miles out, when there were nearly no trees left to hide the sight.

A long, seemingly endless stretch, of two-sided fortifications. Not walls, but sentries, magical alerts placed in key locations, a backline with actual buildings and fortified walls, where in case of an assault from the Trojans, they could fall as far back as this, and then attack with all they had, in the zone they prepared on their side. Likely many things buried, or readied with magic in the ready to rise and get to work on unsuspecting invaders.

Once they got closer, they'd also see a line crossed with barbed wires, and guards makings rounds in full uniform. Seemed to be mostly Solar Guards right now, with the Night Guards likely taking over after sunset. A couple of them spotting the pair and their odd transport soon after they got into view, and intercepting them, weapons on the ready.

"Be at ease, please. We are headed for the official border crossing into Troy. We bear no ill intentions, or want to cross the dead zone. It were just easier to get past the tree line first, before we turned."

"Hmm, so you say. But what's that then?"

The older of the two, a pegasus mare, would point at the construct.

"A miniature service golem. It assists us in our travels."

"They might be right, Sky. I've read about golems before. They can be in handy, if done right...

That doesn't stop you from needing to be checked though. State your names, and prepare for a cursory search."

"We have nothing to hide. My name is Flute Phantasma, and we're just wanting to pass into Troy, to among other things, visit the great Alexandrian Library."

He would have told before they crossed the trees, that she should expect this, and just give a name, and let them do a search in peace, if they needed to. The more scrutinizing stuff tended to come at the border crossing. Especially in these tumultuous days.

Spectra would remain silent as the construct carried them towards the border. Her eyes remained observant as she took the time to relax and enjoy what time they had to conserve their energy from a very long travel here. Spectra was just absolutely itching to get across that border. The forest they passed through past the banks of the river wasn't particularly interesting, but what was interesting was what they saw when the forest finally thinned out. The border was clearly seen here with fortifications and buildings going across as far as the eye could see here. It was a proper military construct. Who knows how long this has been here. Already upon seeing it, Spectra can imagine Trojan forces storming and bursting across the border, destroying their enemies with dangerous spells and magic. It was quite the imagination to have but the important part was actually getting across.

When they approached the guards, Spectra would allow Operata to speak with the guards first to defuse the situation for a bit first. Spectra would give a nod to them and allow them to search through their things. "My name is Lora Mana - we are simpler travelers who have always wanted to visit the Grand Alexandrian Library." Spectra said simply. When the guards searched through their materials they wouldn't find anything suspicious - just water bottles, food containers, and other sorts of supplies one would need to cross here.

It hopefully wouldn't be that noticeable or unique - their crossing of the border with the "Service Golem".

 

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(Spoiled)

 

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"Page Turner is more than capable of this task. I merely hoarded it to escape thoughts I wanted nothing to do with. After all this time, I shall not leave your side for such banalities."

He could always work, but he did have others working in his company for a reason, and Page Turner frankly were better used for these sorts of things, rather than handling paperwork, and minor infractions. That were secretary work, which he were overqualified for. This task should prove a jolt to the younger stallion's enthusiasm and spirit, and leave Filthy to stay here with his family, where he were needed. Unless something catastrophic happened, nothing would make him leave them for mere work, for even an hour.

Spoiled's lips would curl into a curt smile as she looked into his eyes - genuine happiness showing through those otherwise harsh distant eyes. It was rather interesting to see that smile slowly come across her face, as she looked him in the eye with approval. "I am sure that my services will be required eventually - but I take it that weddings are unlikely to occur given the current circumstances." Spoiled responded with. It was logical to say. Who would want to get married when there is a genuine threat of a war happening? Such a thing would derail any plans one would have, she thought. 

 

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"Yes, it would be good to extend the fortifications to more parts of the building, and the new shelter, just in case. It is better to invest in complete safety, than half measures."

He recalled well what had happened during Tirek's escapades. The roof and quite a bit of the house needed repairs, and reinforcements, to help prevent things like that from happening again. and if it did, limit the way the fire spread as it had. The artwork they had lost alone, were not on the cheap side, and then came all the rest. He were just thankful that none had been injured at the least, even if it had been close for Randolph. Silly old fool, had jumped to get their Haybrant off the wall, and run out with it, before the fire got it. He succeeded, though he came out with his tail on fire. A priceless piece of art, and his instinct had told him to save this, lest Mrs. Rich would be disappointed and let them feel her ire, for failing to save anything of value.

A few seconds more in the wrong place, and he would have had a piece of the roof fall straight down on top of him. He were lucky that day, and Filthy had scolded him about that for a while, as he valued the life of his butler more than a painting, even if it were ridiculously expensive.

"I don't want a repeat of last time happening. The damage to the house. The expenses we had to spend to repair were no easy task, and...what could have happened to Randolph. Oh, and Diamond being separated from us." Spoiled said with a snort, looking aside. Spoiled were a mare not without sympathy. Of course she cared more for Randolph than the paintings and the damage to the house. Spoiled wasn't a monster, though she wasn't particularly great at showing her sympathy - often allowing her ire to show through far more than any of her positive emotions. Was just how she was. Spoiled was there - she saw what happened. It was admirable that he ran out with the painting, though she were prepared to pull him out incase anything had fallen on him. During that whole situation - Diamond Tiara was nowhere to found and Spoiled was more than frantic to find her - only knowing afterward that the Silvers had taken her to their own saferoom beneath their home. The Silvers, as much as Spoiled disliked them for personal reason were exemplary in protecting Diamond Tiara. From what she heard, their Butler - Brass Tacks had teleported Silver Spoon and Diamond to their house when the two fillies were out and about - during the wrong place, and the wrong time. Spoiled shuttered to think about what could have happened if Brass Tacks wasn't there to rescue them. The Silvers were lucky to avoid much destruction of their home during that - though their neighbors were not so lucky, with their houses being completely pummeled by Tirek.

 

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"Very well, ma'am. I shall tell the other staff to not interact with Mrs. pie until further notice."

He'd bow, and be on his way to get these affairs in orders, along with the rest he needed to do. Mrs. Rich were back, which were certainly a good thing. If for naught else, then that it eased the mind of his master, and the young miss greatly. Yet that did mean he had to get hold of the household, and make sure things were properly in order. Including some of the staff who hadn't seen her before, but only heard of her in stories, or seen her from the outside. Lest they end up on the wrong side of her wrath, they had to be informed, and it had to be soon.

It would also put him in a bad light, if he could not keep the staff in order, for something as minor as this, and he certainly did not want this stain on his record, on what should be a joyous day. Which also meant he had to think of a lie to spin to Pinkie Pie, as she were not gonna stop being curious. Unless of course, she were to be distracted... He may have an idea, but would need to ponder it a little further, as he attended other duties.

"Hmm, I would normally be against that idea, of speaking out at her parties. It wouldn't behoove well, to have the town think us against her, considering how beloved she is. Yet considering the situation and circumstances, it is prudent to spread the message, and near everypony will be there. It is the most efficient way of handling this."

He had to think on this a moment, but Filthy had a hard time arguing with the usage of said party, as a stage for a public service announcement. Princess Twilight would likely not be thrilled, seeing how the princesses might well try and keep things on the low, to avoid panic, or embarrassment, but that wouldn't do much for the safety of the populace. It were best to act, and let the information be free, so they could prepare. Their townsfolk were a jaded bunch at times, when it came to danger, but this were likely to get their attention.

He were also aware she might not care for the party itself regardless. Her facial expression, and previous experiences told him as much. But her motivation being partially fueled by spite, or the like, were mostly inconsequential. 

"*sigh* Yes, I believe we have a plan for the morrow. But for today, let us enjoy the peace and serenity of our home.

Perhaps... Yes, you recall how the fire decimated our backyard garden? It were still being repaired and regrowing when you were taken. Would you perhaps that we wandered a small trip through it, and take in the serenity? The bushes are as high as needed, to shield us from vision, lest somepony flies around and looks down, I assure you. And we had the balcony installed you hoped for, to shield from outside eyes further, as well as provide a sun deck. Though it have mostly gone unused. It brought back painful memories, to stay there for too long."

Their main garden were in view, and could be seen by most, if they looked at it proper. The part where they showed off more or less, as it were. But they also had a garden in the backyard, where they had privacy. Especially now with the large balcony upstairs, which shielded it further from view. This were their little spot on the outside, where they could be at ease, and enjoy themselves, when they wished fresh air, but not to be bothered with the public.

Spoiled nodded to Randolph with approval. "Very good. You may see to it Dinner is prepared." she nodded - watching as he walked off to inform the other staff and oversee the preparations for dinner. Honestly, for as much as Spoiled was a perfectionist and wanted everything to be perfect - this time was different. It was as if she thought she didn't really care if everything was just so. She just wanted to enjoy time with family, though she did not outwardly show that. Spoiled knew that the staff were capable and that within an hour's time, dinner would be served and they would enjoy a good meal before addressing the concerns for tomorrow.

Looking to Filthy she would nod. "That is exactly my point. I don't particularly care if they think poorly of us, this information is more important than how we are viewed as. Normally, I would say that we should keep up our appearances, and aim to be the best of the Spotlight - if only to compete with the Silvers." she said with a slight harsh glare before continuing, "This has precedence. You are respected more than I, so you'll have some pull with those of this town. You've lived here all your life. I'm still an outsider, even though I have lived here long enough to know every corner of this quant town." Spoiled stated. Her reputation in this town was definitely not as good as his. Most ponies thought she was an elitist snob who only cared for herself - who was cruel to fillies, and who only cared about her personal wealth. Of course such minds did not know the full story - but the current circumstances were far more important than anything to do with her personal reputation on the matter.

Spoiled would not object to taking a stroll through the garden. "I remember that. All those plants and the whole fence was destroyed. I don't believe I've ever seen the fully completed garden." Spoiled said, allowing for Filthy to hold the side door open and lead her out into the garden. Spoiled was quiet for a bit - seeing the brand new balcony with the brand new white paint. It still looked brand new, despite being installed 3 years ago. There were many flowers and pots around, with decorations everywhere. The tall ornate fence blocked out prying eyes - and there were even a few less than perfect clay pots and figurines - of which Diamond had made for a school project sometime ago. It was those that caught her eye, and she walked right up to them and looked down at them with silent pride.

"You took care of her well in my absence." Spoiled said, without looking back at him. Spoiled had a way of knowing what Diamond had her hooves in. "This is better than the other Garden. Not that long ago for me, but for you, it's in years past. You even remembered the designs on these flower pots that I wanted..." Spoiled said, and ran her hooves over one of the larger pots with added pride.

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(Spectra)

On 2024-06-17 at 6:16 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"What was your life...like? You keep alluding that you did something immoral. You might as well tell me what it is."

"Hmph. None of your business."

She wasn't gonna spill the beans about what she may or may not have done. Nor of her life in general. It had been hers, and Spectra took it from her, because she wanted it. She wanted Yuma's history? Learn about what she had done, to need to relocate, and start fresh? She'd have to earn that. Right now, she had no reason to just spill the beans, and frankly, she'd much prefer if Spectra found out the hard way. Who knew? Maybe she'd say the wrong thing to somepony, and would stop being the danger to society that she currently were, freeing them both from this mortal plane. With Spectra going straight to the very depth of Tartarus, and herself... That were harder to say. Hopefully Elysium though.

On 2024-06-17 at 6:16 PM, Spectral Fade said:

When they approached the guards, Spectra would allow Operata to speak with the guards first to defuse the situation for a bit first. Spectra would give a nod to them and allow them to search through their things. "My name is Lora Mana - we are simpler travelers who have always wanted to visit the Grand Alexandrian Library." Spectra said simply. When the guards searched through their materials they wouldn't find anything suspicious - just water bottles, food containers, and other sorts of supplies one would need to cross here.

It hopefully wouldn't be that noticeable or unique - their crossing of the border with the "Service Golem".

The search would indeed reveal nothing, with the construct following their movements, including when they were examining it. yet knowing nothing of golems, they couldn't tell much about it. It didn't seem to have weapons, and looked odd. That was it. And since an exam didn't reveal anything on the ponies persons, or on the boat, they seemed satisfied that these were just travelers. Scholars no, as they did not have books in their possession, nor ways of taking note, but who knew? Perhaps they intended to get that in Troy, to save on travel weight. One could hardly blame them for that, if they were prepared.

"Everything seems in order. But I'm afraid to say that you won't be passing through the border gate at this time."

Operata raised an eyebrow.

"That so? Might we inquire on why that is the case, ma'am? I were ever of the impression than long as one carried no contraband, travel were freely possible."

"Aye, that is mostly the case. But Equestria have come under attack, and until our enemy is apprehended, we have needed to up security. You will have to return home, and have your papers and passport ready, to get through the gate. The order comes from the joint Generals of Equestria, and are in effect, until further notice."

"I see... It will cause a delay, but we heard what happened. I suppose there is merit in being cautious.

We thank you for the information. We will go and make the proper arrangements, so we do not waste more time at the crossing that needed.

Have a good day, and a pleasant shift."

"Thank you. When you get through, enjoy your trip to the library."

"And remember to watch out for scorpions."

Lest she wanted to make something of it, the two guards would leave Spectra and Operata alone, with a bit more information that considering everything, should have been a thing they realized in hindsight.

"Hmm... It appears that the information highway of Equestria hasn't been sundered. At least not as it pertains to the guard. We may need to procure some fake papers. Which is best done in Klugetown, though it is far away, in the other direction. In that case, I would question your capabilities with your imprint spell, or whatever you might call it. It will take time, but breaking through the border would cause a lot of commotion."

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(Spoiled Rich)

On 2024-06-17 at 6:16 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"I am sure that my services will be required eventually - but I take it that weddings are unlikely to occur given the current circumstances."

A slight scowl crossed his face briefly, as her words hit a sore point. One that had come since her forced departure.

"Some have labored to push for such things in recent years. My sister especially, have been all too keen to waft the prospect of other mares my way, speaking of marriage to prominent nobles... Last she tried, she told me in no kind way, what she thought of the fact, that I hadn't space in my heart, for another mare. I... Lost my composure, and she have not returned for a few months now.

Others have been more understanding, though I know some say things in private, that I wouldn't wish top hear. Least they keep such things from my presence."

It were no big secret that Filthy's sister, Absurdly Rich, never liked Spoiled. She never thought the mare were good enough, and had made snide comments about that fact for years. Filthy usually just let it slide, and tended to wander off to do something else, if she began something with Spoiled, as he didn't want to be dragged into the middle of that. But this time, when she had insulted his wife, the choice of word she had been using were simply too much for him, and he flared up. Something that greatly surprised her, as he were not known to be an angry stallion, nor losing his temper. It surprised the staff in the manor too, as his voice had rung throughout the home, followed by his sister's hasty retreat.

He were not proud of himself, but apologizing to her would just make her think that he agreed with her on some level, about the things she had said, and how she had talked up some mares that she knew would be interested, as if he were just able to move on, as if it were nothing.

His heart might have been broken, but Spoiled were still in there. How could he just move on to another, when the pieces yet yearned for her, and begged for her safe return? And how could she think it were appropriate to mock her so openly, when she knew how hard it took upon him, to ponder the dreaded day, when he had to lay her memory to rest?

No, he had not been in the wrong. But he yet regretted losing control of himself. It were unbecoming, and a bad example to set for Tiara.

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"I don't want a repeat of last time happening. The damage to the house. The expenses we had to spend to repair were no easy task, and...what could have happened to Randolph. Oh, and Diamond being separated from us." Spoiled said with a snort, looking aside. Spoiled were a mare not without sympathy. Of course she cared more for Randolph than the paintings and the damage to the house. Spoiled wasn't a monster, though she wasn't particularly great at showing her sympathy - often allowing her ire to show through far more than any of her positive emotions. Was just how she was. Spoiled was there - she saw what happened. It was admirable that he ran out with the painting, though she were prepared to pull him out incase anything had fallen on him. During that whole situation - Diamond Tiara was nowhere to found and Spoiled was more than frantic to find her - only knowing afterward that the Silvers had taken her to their own saferoom beneath their home. The Silvers, as much as Spoiled disliked them for personal reason were exemplary in protecting Diamond Tiara. From what she heard, their Butler - Brass Tacks had teleported Silver Spoon and Diamond to their house when the two fillies were out and about - during the wrong place, and the wrong time. Spoiled shuttered to think about what could have happened if Brass Tacks wasn't there to rescue them. The Silvers were lucky to avoid much destruction of their home during that - though their neighbors were not so lucky, with their houses being completely pummeled by Tirek.

"Yes. It were good that no permanent injuries were suffered. The manor as were proven, can always simply be repaired. Those who reside within, are not as fortunate."

"Brass practically locked us up, just to be safe. He's a stubborn pony."

She might exaggerate a little bit, but Silver and her were kept closely watched. It were fair really. With the fire going on, it were best to be safe, and not risk anything. It would only give Spoiled and Filthy more worries, and might even end up giving Randolph a heart attack. Much as the young miss sometimes bossed him around something terribly, he were meant to care for her, and so he did. He would have been frantic, had he as much as suspected that she were still in the house, when the fire broke out.

But thankfully everything had worked out alright. They were all alive and well, and the building had been made to better handle such an event again, were it ever to happen. Though now they were to go one step further.

*sigh* And to think Ponyville used to have a reputation for being calm and dull. How things changed.

"That he is, but full glad am I all the same, that he did, and kept you safe. We would've been inconsolable, had anything happened to you."

Tiara knew this too, but she did get influenced by Spoiled in many ways. Being stubborn, and trying to show annoyance, and pretending everything had been fine, were some of those things. Pride made it hard to just face things, and while she had changed, and improved, the stubborn pride were still rooted in her. She just usually found better ways to deal with it. But not now. Now she wanted to show some backbone, so her mother didn't think that she had grown too soft.

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Looking to Filthy she would nod. "That is exactly my point. I don't particularly care if they think poorly of us, this information is more important than how we are viewed as. Normally, I would say that we should keep up our appearances, and aim to be the best of the Spotlight - if only to compete with the Silvers." she said with a slight harsh glare before continuing, "This has precedence. You are respected more than I, so you'll have some pull with those of this town. You've lived here all your life. I'm still an outsider, even though I have lived here long enough to know every corner of this quant town."

Randolph had wandered off, bowing without a word, and went on with his duties. There were things to do, and he were ever the loyal servant. The fact that he wanted to make sure that nothing possibly ruined the family reunion, were a good part of it too. It were not possible to make things perfect, but he wanted them to at least have the chance to connect and have some privacy, before she'd go out, and the whole town would know that Spoiled were back, and with a hard to swallow message in tow.

As for Filthy, he'd have a small smile and low chuckle escape him, when he heard Spoiled compare their level of good reputation with the locals.

"In fairness, I also treat them kinder.

Though jesting aside, being a local isn't always everything. It can often be about what you do for the town. Princess Twilight is an example of this, though a rather lofty goal to compare to, I will admit. I for one, have helped bring work and taxes to town, as well as supported several projects. Some more influential ones before you moved here with me, but it matters to the older population, and that reflects well on me for the younger.

A reputation I will call upon, to have Mayor Mare approve of the expansion we will need to do with some haste. City ordinances and such trivialities, are easily solved, when it is but a matter of paperwork and priority."

She wouldn't support him in doing illegal stuff of course, but Mayor Mare and him did have a nice, working relationship. He were well respected, and helped getting capital in to town in a few ways, so his endorsement for various things were genuinely helpful to her. And in turn, he could count on her to not let things that involved him enter a bureaucratic null zone, where something as simple as an expansion, wouldn't take four months to approve.

He respected her well too, but they never had an inkling of romantic thoughts, and he knew that she and that new bat pony guard in town, were spending a notable amount of time together. He seemed an upstanding stallion too, so he were happy on her behalf.

On 2024-06-17 at 6:16 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled would not object to taking a stroll through the garden. "I remember that. All those plants and the whole fence was destroyed. I don't believe I've ever seen the fully completed garden." Spoiled said, allowing for Filthy to hold the side door open and lead her out into the garden. Spoiled was quiet for a bit - seeing the brand new balcony with the brand new white paint. It still looked brand new, despite being installed 3 years ago. There were many flowers and pots around, with decorations everywhere. The tall ornate fence blocked out prying eyes - and there were even a few less than perfect clay pots and figurines - of which Diamond had made for a school project sometime ago. It was those that caught her eye, and she walked right up to them and looked down at them with silent pride.

"You took care of her well in my absence." Spoiled said, without looking back at him. Spoiled had a way of knowing what Diamond had her hooves in. "This is better than the other Garden. Not that long ago for me, but for you, it's in years past. You even remembered the designs on these flower pots that I wanted..." Spoiled said, and ran her hooves over one of the larger pots with added pride.

Both Tiara and himself had followed into the garden, but kept quiet, as Spoiled took a closer look of the garden. A nice little respite from the world, where they could enjoy their own company at length, without needing to invite other. The townsponies were overall nice, but it were good to sometimes have some quiet time to themselves, and thus this garden were ideal.

It had been close back in the day, but then the fire had happened, and it were set back substantially. It had taken years to grow in properly, but he did consider it a nice place now, and he had considered using this, for a eulogy, after the funeral. Just something for the close family.

Ever were he thankful, that he would now hopefully not need to think of such a thing for many, many years still.

As she admired the flower pot, he would wander to her side, and gently place a hoof on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't stand for anything less, than how you would have wanted it. Every detail big and small, brought in how we always said it should be.

And every day I hoped that you would come home to see it just as you pictured it, and know that I never stopped thinking about you."

He'd nuzzle the side of her neck, and let out a small sigh. What had once been a dream, that kept slipping further and further through his hooves, had finally come true. Hopefully she would forgive him for being somewhat emotional, but it were hard not to, he would full well admit.

It were also good to see the garden finally complete. He couldn't spend too much time out here, because it always lacked that crucial part, that despite every effort and expense spend, he just couldn't find. But now, that had changed. The garden finally had its loveliest flower, and so were complete at last.

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"Hmph. None of your business."

She wasn't gonna spill the beans about what she may or may not have done. Nor of her life in general. It had been hers, and Spectra took it from her, because she wanted it. She wanted Yuma's history? Learn about what she had done, to need to relocate, and start fresh? She'd have to earn that. Right now, she had no reason to just spill the beans, and frankly, she'd much prefer if Spectra found out the hard way. Who knew? Maybe she'd say the wrong thing to somepony, and would stop being the danger to society that she currently were, freeing them both from this mortal plane. With Spectra going straight to the very depth of Tartarus, and herself... That were harder to say. Hopefully Elysium though.





Spectra would ignore Yuma's comments - there was nothing that she had to say to Yuma further. Yuma would come around eventually. It may be a while. Soon enough she would be broken to serve Spectra's will. At least that is what Spectra had hoped for. 

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The search would indeed reveal nothing, with the construct following their movements, including when they were examining it. yet knowing nothing of golems, they couldn't tell much about it. It didn't seem to have weapons, and looked odd. That was it. And since an exam didn't reveal anything on the ponies persons, or on the boat, they seemed satisfied that these were just travelers. Scholars no, as they did not have books in their possession, nor ways of taking note, but who knew? Perhaps they intended to get that in Troy, to save on travel weight. One could hardly blame them for that, if they were prepared.

"Everything seems in order. But I'm afraid to say that you won't be passing through the border gate at this time."

Operata raised an eyebrow.

"That so? Might we inquire on why that is the case, ma'am? I were ever of the impression than long as one carried no contraband, travel were freely possible."

"Aye, that is mostly the case. But Equestria have come under attack, and until our enemy is apprehended, we have needed to up security. You will have to return home, and have your papers and passport ready, to get through the gate. The order comes from the joint Generals of Equestria, and are in effect, until further notice."

"I see... It will cause a delay, but we heard what happened. I suppose there is merit in being cautious.

We thank you for the information. We will go and make the proper arrangements, so we do not waste more time at the crossing that needed.

Have a good day, and a pleasant shift."

"Thank you. When you get through, enjoy your trip to the library."

"And remember to watch out for scorpions."

Lest she wanted to make something of it, the two guards would leave Spectra and Operata alone, with a bit more information that considering everything, should have been a thing they realized in hindsight.

"Hmm... It appears that the information highway of Equestria hasn't been sundered. At least not as it pertains to the guard. We may need to procure some fake papers. Which is best done in Klugetown, though it is far away, in the other direction. In that case, I would question your capabilities with your imprint spell, or whatever you might call it. It will take time, but breaking through the border would cause a lot of commotion."

Spectra would remain silent throughout the guard check of their belongings and the Construct. It was good these guards didn't seem to know anything about golems - the Construct was nothing like any normal golem but for those who didn't know of golems it could easily pass as one. Subsequently it seemed the guards wouldn't let them through without documentations that neither of them had. 

"Very well then. We will return with the proper arrangements at a future date." Spectra said simply to the guards and turned away and would leave with Operata - directing him and the Construct to walk far enough away to where they would be out of sight from the guards.

"Curses. Should have known that." Spectra gritted her teeth. "I am not going all the way back to Klugetown. Too many suspicious characters there ready to make deals - and it's in the exact opposite direction. I do have one idea though, however it is quite dangerous." Spectra said, narrowing her eyes. "My idea is - I could compile enough energy into a makeshift rocket, using the boat as our launching device. Will need to be done at night, and we will need to go high up into the atmosphere to avoid detection. Not just hopping over the border, you see - high enough to go above the clouds, enough to where the wind will carry us far across into Troy itself. I will use a shield to protect us from the wind, however in any case that would likely lead to an uncontrolled landing - and destroy the boat upon impact, but with my shield, we would be fine." Spectra said with serious eyes.

"Unless you, or anyone has any good ideas to get across the border quickly, we are doing that. I don't care. We'd go into the woods, perhaps moving northward a bit - I could build up some energy orbs at the base of the boat - they would have to explode, using my shield to protect us from the explosion - the explosion will carry the boat and us across the border, I'll do my best to direct the path of course. It would be loud - but hopefully at a distance - there would be nothing they could do about it. Cutting across the land all the way to Klugetown is the exact opposite of what we are doing, the more time we are in Equestria, the more chances we have to be discovered. Feel free to try talking me out of my dangerous idea - but unless we can find something to get across within a day, we are doing it. A direct assault across the border is out of the question." Spectra said and walked closer to Operata.

"The main premise behind my plan to get across is to get high enough to where we would not be spotted. If it is during the night, the guards won't be able to see us since what kind of guard keeps their eyes open at night for the highest altitudes?" Spectra asked, wanting an answer. Then she smirked as an alternative idea came across her. "During the battle with Malevolence, I was able to transform my body into that of a Windigo and fly. I could perform the same spell, but I would need to carry you and the Construct. This would come at a great risk, as afterwards I wouldn't be able to use my magic for some time - and we'd need to lay low, but we are already doing that..." Spectra added.

 

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A slight scowl crossed his face briefly, as her words hit a sore point. One that had come since her forced departure.

"Some have labored to push for such things in recent years. My sister especially, have been all too keen to waft the prospect of other mares my way, speaking of marriage to prominent nobles... Last she tried, she told me in no kind way, what she thought of the fact, that I hadn't space in my heart, for another mare. I... Lost my composure, and she have not returned for a few months now.

Others have been more understanding, though I know some say things in private, that I wouldn't wish top hear. Least they keep such things from my presence."

It were no big secret that Filthy's sister, Absurdly Rich, never liked Spoiled. She never thought the mare were good enough, and had made snide comments about that fact for years. Filthy usually just let it slide, and tended to wander off to do something else, if she began something with Spoiled, as he didn't want to be dragged into the middle of that. But this time, when she had insulted his wife, the choice of word she had been using were simply too much for him, and he flared up. Something that greatly surprised her, as he were not known to be an angry stallion, nor losing his temper. It surprised the staff in the manor too, as his voice had rung throughout the home, followed by his sister's hasty retreat.

He were not proud of himself, but apologizing to her would just make her think that he agreed with her on some level, about the things she had said, and how she had talked up some mares that she knew would be interested, as if he were just able to move on, as if it were nothing.

His heart might have been broken, but Spoiled were still in there. How could he just move on to another, when the pieces yet yearned for her, and begged for her safe return? And how could she think it were appropriate to mock her so openly, when she knew how hard it took upon him, to ponder the dreaded day, when he had to lay her memory to rest?

No, he had not been in the wrong. But he yet regretted losing control of himself. It were unbecoming, and a bad example to set for Tiara.

Spoiled Rich would distinctly scowl upon thinking of Filthy's Sister - Absurdly Rich. The two of them have never had a good relationship. Spoiled usually tried to avoid Absurdly Rich whenever possible, but when the two were in the same room it were impossible for the two of them to sit there quietly without erupting into arguments. Spoiled hated the fact that someone looked down on her and did whatever possible to show off that she wasn't someone to look down upon. All the ballrooms, the weddings, and elite gatherings in the world couldn't change Absurdly Rich's opinion, so years ago she decided to simply give up even trying to impress her - but the fact that Absurdly Rich was always against her from the start burned her greatly. 

Spoiled would step closer to Filthy and give a snort, "Absurdly Rich had always been against our marriage from the start. It is no surprise she'd try to manipulate you into being with another mare." Spoiled then smiled slyly, "Yet your loyalty reigned true. This is why Barnyard Bargains has such a good reputation in Ponyville in beyond. Loyalty. Something Absurdly Rich doesn't have. Not to her family. Not even to herself." Spoiled said harshly, though it was evident that Spoiled was proud of Filthy's loyalty to her, even after everyone else thought she was gone forever. Spoiled didn't seem to care that he had lost his temper. There were times when negotiation fails - that one has to assert themselves. Its not pretty, but it is a harsh world after all. One has to be harsh to live in a harsh world.

It will only get harsher. At least that was what Spoiled Rich thought.

 

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"Yes. It were good that no permanent injuries were suffered. The manor as were proven, can always simply be repaired. Those who reside within, are not as fortunate."

"Brass practically locked us up, just to be safe. He's a stubborn pony."

She might exaggerate a little bit, but Silver and her were kept closely watched. It were fair really. With the fire going on, it were best to be safe, and not risk anything. It would only give Spoiled and Filthy more worries, and might even end up giving Randolph a heart attack. Much as the young miss sometimes bossed him around something terribly, he were meant to care for her, and so he did. He would have been frantic, had he as much as suspected that she were still in the house, when the fire broke out.

But thankfully everything had worked out alright. They were all alive and well, and the building had been made to better handle such an event again, were it ever to happen. Though now they were to go one step further.

*sigh* And to think Ponyville used to have a reputation for being calm and dull. How things changed.

"That he is, but full glad am I all the same, that he did, and kept you safe. We would've been inconsolable, had anything happened to you."

Tiara knew this too, but she did get influenced by Spoiled in many ways. Being stubborn, and trying to show annoyance, and pretending everything had been fine, were some of those things. Pride made it hard to just face things, and while she had changed, and improved, the stubborn pride were still rooted in her. She just usually found better ways to deal with it. But not now. Now she wanted to show some backbone, so her mother didn't think that she had grown too soft.

Spoiled sighed at this and agreed. Perhaps a future meeting with the Silvers was in order - in harsh times they needed reliable allies. They had the Quartz family - known for their construction, Spoiled had the lawyer who handled the finances for the Rich Family, she had Filthy Rich of course - though the rest of Filthy Rich's family was either estranged or had very negative views of Spoiled. Spoiled had her family, her mother was alive last she knew - her father had passed away many years ago. Spoiled wondered about her siblings somewhat - her relations with them were never particularly good, but never particularly bad either. Just that they were always busy with their own lives so there was no real chance to develop a lasting connection.

Allies. Yes. That was a future thing to discuss. Not around Tiara though - Spoiled didn't want to get her hyped up for something that may not happen. "In that case, we all survived and the repairs were successful. Randolph has done well enough in the years in my absence." Spoiled said, now having another topic of conversation she would bring up with Filthy privately. 
 

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Randolph had wandered off, bowing without a word, and went on with his duties. There were things to do, and he were ever the loyal servant. The fact that he wanted to make sure that nothing possibly ruined the family reunion, were a good part of it too. It were not possible to make things perfect, but he wanted them to at least have the chance to connect and have some privacy, before she'd go out, and the whole town would know that Spoiled were back, and with a hard to swallow message in tow.

As for Filthy, he'd have a small smile and low chuckle escape him, when he heard Spoiled compare their level of good reputation with the locals.

"In fairness, I also treat them kinder.

Though jesting aside, being a local isn't always everything. It can often be about what you do for the town. Princess Twilight is an example of this, though a rather lofty goal to compare to, I will admit. I for one, have helped bring work and taxes to town, as well as supported several projects. Some more influential ones before you moved here with me, but it matters to the older population, and that reflects well on me for the younger.

A reputation I will call upon, to have Mayor Mare approve of the expansion we will need to do with some haste. City ordinances and such trivialities, are easily solved, when it is but a matter of paperwork and priority."

She wouldn't support him in doing illegal stuff of course, but Mayor Mare and him did have a nice, working relationship. He were well respected, and helped getting capital in to town in a few ways, so his endorsement for various things were genuinely helpful to her. And in turn, he could count on her to not let things that involved him enter a bureaucratic null zone, where something as simple as an expansion, wouldn't take four months to approve.

He respected her well too, but they never had an inkling of romantic thoughts, and he knew that she and that new bat pony guard in town, were spending a notable amount of time together. He seemed an upstanding stallion too, so he were happy on her behalf.

Spoiled watched as Randolph had wandered off to attend to his duties. There was so much they were going to have to do here - it were going to be a busy change that was sure to shake up their lives here. The dinner was something that would come soon and then they could finally sit down and relax, let things settle in a bit to understand their new changes in life at the Rich Mansion here.

Spoiled would give Filthy that sort of glare that sort of told him that she knew what he was doing with that joke - it was probably true to a point though. Spoiled chuckled somewhat at that, whenever she chuckled it was always an un-natural sound that didn't sound right at all. As if Spoiled was a mare who was never meant to laugh. "You can handle the paperwork for the expansion as you have a quicker working relationship with Mayor Mare. What's going to have to happen is that the Expansion will be an added room onto the house - with added protection, plus the basement of the Mansion is to be completely gutted and turned into a Bomb Shelter with appropriate supplies and multiple exit points. I understand that I have made haste for my Estate, however, I will urge that this is more important." Spoiled stated.

Mayor Mare had a great reputation in the town after all. She would be able to approve of these changes quickly. At such a party tomorrow Spoiled Rich would also bring to mind that it would be wise for others to begin constructing their own bunkers as well. 

"The only reason why I have my Estate being built is since the insurance costs cover it. When something like that happens, when the place burns down due to criminal activity - it is fully covered. Sure, I have had some small modifications to the design, but that's about it. Otherwise I would have just prepared to move all of my assets to Ponyville permanently." Spoiled would clarify to Filthy.

 

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Both Tiara and himself had followed into the garden, but kept quiet, as Spoiled took a closer look of the garden. A nice little respite from the world, where they could enjoy their own company at length, without needing to invite other. The townsponies were overall nice, but it were good to sometimes have some quiet time to themselves, and thus this garden were ideal.

It had been close back in the day, but then the fire had happened, and it were set back substantially. It had taken years to grow in properly, but he did consider it a nice place now, and he had considered using this, for a eulogy, after the funeral. Just something for the close family.

Ever were he thankful, that he would now hopefully not need to think of such a thing for many, many years still.

As she admired the flower pot, he would wander to her side, and gently place a hoof on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't stand for anything less, than how you would have wanted it. Every detail big and small, brought in how we always said it should be.

And every day I hoped that you would come home to see it just as you pictured it, and know that I never stopped thinking about you."

He'd nuzzle the side of her neck, and let out a small sigh. What had once been a dream, that kept slipping further and further through his hooves, had finally come true. Hopefully she would forgive him for being somewhat emotional, but it were hard not to, he would full well admit.

It were also good to see the garden finally complete. He couldn't spend too much time out here, because it always lacked that crucial part, that despite every effort and expense spend, he just couldn't find. But now, that had changed. The garden finally had its loveliest flower, and so were complete at last.

Spoiled had taken in the sight and breathed in - remembering how the place looked when it was all destroyed by the fire. There was not a single trace of that here anymore. It was completely unrecognizable. Seeing Tiara disregard Spoiled's idea for her to go run along and relax in the house, she didn't say anything to her that would suggest that she was displeased by her presence here. Quite the contrary, in fact - she were pleased they could all be here together.

"It is exactly how I wanted it to be and more." Spoiled said, putting a hoof around Filthy for a moment and letting him nuzzle the side of her neck. "Everything we do now is to keep it that way. I have another proposal to make - one that will happen after you send in the letters for the town to approve of the expansion and for the Quartzes to see and come up with blueprints for such a thing." Spoiled sighed and paused for a long time. 

"I never properly thanked the Silvers for protecting Tiara. I had been thinking, that after the Party - we could reach out to them and meet with them. We are going to need to build...allies for the future here. We have all what we need in terms of funds, but I think it is the right thing to do...To reach out to the other ponies in this town and help them. After all, why would I not? I don't want them to share the fate I have. Only I can make them understand what is at stake here." Spoiled said, her eyes narrowing. 

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(Spectra)

"I do not have a better plan, but I would also like to remind you that the border on this end, are guarded by both the night guard, and the solar guard. The night guard in particular, as you should know, have a long history of employing bat ponies. Just as Troy have an expansive history of technological weapons. Including air ships. And since both those and pegasi can fly over the clouds, they do keep alert whenever something is noticed in the higher air altitudes. Just in case a squadron of pegasi, or an airship, tries to pass over the border unseen, to begin an attack.

Your passing over will likely be too fast for the Equestrians to react to it, as they won't expect that from behind their own lines, but the Trojans will see it and investigate promptly. The Equestrians will also know that someone passed over, even if they can't say who.

So yes, you will pass. But you will make a scene out of it, doing this. Unless you can somehow cloak the whole thing, you will gain unwanted attention. And even then, there is likely to be someone who might hear something. If nothing else, the crash."

This might be a moment where Spectra would be thankful for meeting Veil after all, since the false kitsune had shown a cloaking spell. It wasn't perfect, as if someone got close enough, they'd be able to see through it. But done right, and shooting at the right angle, all they'd have to worry about were the sound they'd make on the way, and the undoubtedly noisy crash they'd cause on landing. But it'd be less obvious what were going on, and the guard on this side at least, might not be sure what they had heard.

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On 2024-06-22 at 7:29 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled would step closer to Filthy and give a snort, "Absurdly Rich had always been against our marriage from the start. It is no surprise she'd try to manipulate you into being with another mare." Spoiled then smiled slyly, "Yet your loyalty reigned true. This is why Barnyard Bargains has such a good reputation in Ponyville in beyond. Loyalty. Something Absurdly Rich doesn't have. Not to her family. Not even to herself." Spoiled said harshly, though it was evident that Spoiled was proud of Filthy's loyalty to her, even after everyone else thought she was gone forever. Spoiled didn't seem to care that he had lost his temper. There were times when negotiation fails - that one has to assert themselves. Its not pretty, but it is a harsh world after all. One has to be harsh to live in a harsh world.

"She is loyal to her family, in her own way. It is but a shame that she does not consider you to be family.

*sigh* I confronted her of that, and other things she had said, when she overstepped her boundaries... I regret not the meaning of the words I said, as it were but just, after what she uttered. Yet I regret the way I said them in, and the volume in which I did. I should not have lost my composure. It does not make for a good example for Tiara."

Especially in the last few years, he had become more keenly aware of his role as a caretaker for Tiara. Certainly there were some who helped, from both their families, and he were grateful for it, but in the end, he were her father, and he had to be a better example of one, than one who spend a lot of his time working. That also came down to his behavior, so he lamented when he lost his temper. Not only for how it made himself look, but also for how it would look to his daughter, whom he wanted better for than to think of her father as some hothead, that uttered vileness when pushed too far.

On 2024-06-22 at 7:29 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Allies. Yes. That was a future thing to discuss. Not around Tiara though - Spoiled didn't want to get her hyped up for something that may not happen. "In that case, we all survived and the repairs were successful. Randolph has done well enough in the years in my absence." Spoiled said, now having another topic of conversation she would bring up with Filthy privately. 

"He's ever faithful, and you left a lasting impression on him. Even when you were gone, your standards carried over. It did also help, that Tiara had those selfsame ones, and were not shy of saying them out loud."

"Hmph. Mom should not come home to a pig sty."

Filthy chuckled a little at that, and patted Tiara on the head. She were growing up to be quite the little high class lady already. Though he in parts suspected that she had acted the way she did, out of hope that her mother would return any moment, as well as keep it up, to make it feel more like she were still here. He couldn't blame her for that, though she mostly just had to correct Randolph or the staff, out of habit. Randolph specifically, were too used to the standards of Spoiled, and had her voice in the back of his head almost, so he wanted things to be as she demanded, when she had been there. It made him feel less nervous, about her coming in and noticing something, that would come back on him in the end.

On 2024-06-22 at 7:29 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"You can handle the paperwork for the expansion as you have a quicker working relationship with Mayor Mare. What's going to have to happen is that the Expansion will be an added room onto the house - with added protection, plus the basement of the Mansion is to be completely gutted and turned into a Bomb Shelter with appropriate supplies and multiple exit points. I understand that I have made haste for my Estate, however, I will urge that this is more important." Spoiled stated.

Strange as her laughter sounded to many, Filthy enjoyed the sound. Spoiled might not be a mare whose laugh made one think she had ever been meant to feel joy, but he found the sound charming, coming from her. It fit her personality well, and he could still tell when she were being genuine, despite others not always being so certain. A little quirk of hers, that now that he heard it again, made him realize how much he had missed it.

"I would agree with that, and I can assure you that I will pull a favor with Mayor Mare, to have the permit expedited. Expect it all ready, before Mr. Quartz even has a chance to get to Ponyville."

He did not expect it to take long at all. Just some paperwork, and a signature. She'd ask some questions, but nothing too time consuming, and when informed of their reasons, he expected her to start preparing more, as they were not going to be the last ones to ask for a bomb shelter, he could imagine. Not that all had the means, but inquiries along those lines, would come up. As well as prep questions about the community shelters and such.

"Provided he shows up in a timely manner, and gets the materials and workers here somewhat fast, I can imagine we might have the new shelter build within a few weeks. It depends on how much have to be build anew, dug up, and so forth. We may also need to move residence to the summer house while it is being done... It depends on the amount of space required, and noise involved. We will have to bring this up when he arrives."

A lot of things around this that they had to keep in mind, but it should still be something they could handle over a not too grueling amount of time. And the summer house were lovely, and would do well until it were done.

On 2024-06-22 at 7:29 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"The only reason why I have my Estate being built is since the insurance costs cover it. When something like that happens, when the place burns down due to criminal activity - it is fully covered. Sure, I have had some small modifications to the design, but that's about it. Otherwise I would have just prepared to move all of my assets to Ponyville permanently." Spoiled would clarify to Filthy.

"The insurance money have also sat and gathered up percentages over time. I admit that I mostly had this done, because I didn't know what else to do. Rebuilding it at the time seemed wrong to me, and I pushed so much else aside over time, that it simply stayed there. It had been one of many things that I had to deal with after the funeral, though thankfully that is no longer something I need worry about."

He had honestly just expected to let it stay in the bank, and then be the money that Tiara would have to buy a house for, or have a new one build, when she got old enough to want her own place. Their lawyer had brought it up as an option, and encouraged them not to sell the ground either, in case she wished to build on that. It were still valuable land that it had stood on, due to the area, so he had strongly encouraged that they kept it, so she would have the best a young mare could have, when the time came.

It had sounded logical, and Filthy hadn't the want to address the matter of his wife's potential death, so he simply agreed. It appeared that had been the right decision.

On 2024-06-22 at 7:29 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled had taken in the sight and breathed in - remembering how the place looked when it was all destroyed by the fire. There was not a single trace of that here anymore. It was completely unrecognizable. Seeing Tiara disregard Spoiled's idea for her to go run along and relax in the house, she didn't say anything to her that would suggest that she was displeased by her presence here. Quite the contrary, in fact - she were pleased they could all be here together.

"It is exactly how I wanted it to be and more." Spoiled said, putting a hoof around Filthy for a moment and letting him nuzzle the side of her neck. "Everything we do now is to keep it that way. I have another proposal to make - one that will happen after you send in the letters for the town to approve of the expansion and for the Quartzes to see and come up with blueprints for such a thing." Spoiled sighed and paused for a long time. 

"I never properly thanked the Silvers for protecting Tiara. I had been thinking, that after the Party - we could reach out to them and meet with them. We are going to need to build...allies for the future here. We have all what we need in terms of funds, but I think it is the right thing to do...To reach out to the other ponies in this town and help them. After all, why would I not? I don't want them to share the fate I have. Only I can make them understand what is at stake here." Spoiled said, her eyes narrowing. 

This approach of hers surprised Filthy, and flabbergasted him for a moment. He had wanted this too, that much were certain, but he hadn't expected that she would have thoughts in that direction. It did not seem her usual approach to things, though perhaps, the time had given her some perspective, and shown what could happen, when one stood alone. IN her case, it had stolen three years of her life.

"They'll be glad to see you back mom."

This might honestly be true. Much as Spoiled were a mare of... A certain temper, the Silver family and them were the only real upper class ponies in town, and while it were calm to not have Spoiled there at first, it would likely start to feel somewhat empty, after a time. Somepony like them, would easily be able to tell something were missing, and the pity many felt for Filthy and Tiara likely, impacted their view on things too.

They would see soon enough, but perhaps they were the most obvious of ponies to invite over indeed. Celestia knew that it had been an age since Filthy had invited them over in the first place.

"I would think that true, yes. And I think it is a good idea too, dear. We stand better together, and I have found them to be very agreeable ponies in general.

Might I ask though, if we are to make plans with them specifically, should I perhaps invite them over before the party? A chance to speak a little in private, without all the excitement the town will burst into, nor the dread of what news you bring to the town as a whole. It might make them want to focus first on their own security too, rather than stay to talk for a time.

A light brunch might prove a good setting, yes? Though it is of course, entirely up to you. In this matter, I have full confidence, that you know what is best, dear. If you think we should wait until after, then we will do so, and set our focus elsewhere."

Usually Randolph would show when they entered the garden, wanting to know if they needed something, but dinner were already being prepared. There were no need for him to interrupt currently, and so he would be doing other things. Likely addressing the staff that were at work today, and preparing to get hold of those who had the day off, to make them aware of the situation, and how they were not allowed to share details with others.

"I'll work on the letters once my associate arrives, so I can send that with him. I can imagine Mr. Quartz will be in contact somewhat shortly after, letting us know of his assumed arrival time."

In the other end of the house, a visitor would also arrive from the driveway, looking around, and finding the lack of staff or Filthy perplexing. It sounded as if he had to hurry, so he had assumed he would be greeted at the entrance. Most peculiar.

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"I do not have a better plan, but I would also like to remind you that the border on this end, are guarded by both the night guard, and the solar guard. The night guard in particular, as you should know, have a long history of employing bat ponies. Just as Troy have an expansive history of technological weapons. Including air ships. And since both those and pegasi can fly over the clouds, they do keep alert whenever something is noticed in the higher air altitudes. Just in case a squadron of pegasi, or an airship, tries to pass over the border unseen, to begin an attack.

Your passing over will likely be too fast for the Equestrians to react to it, as they won't expect that from behind their own lines, but the Trojans will see it and investigate promptly. The Equestrians will also know that someone passed over, even if they can't say who.

So yes, you will pass. But you will make a scene out of it, doing this. Unless you can somehow cloak the whole thing, you will gain unwanted attention. And even then, there is likely to be someone who might hear something. If nothing else, the crash."

This might be a moment where Spectra would be thankful for meeting Veil after all, since the false kitsune had shown a cloaking spell. It wasn't perfect, as if someone got close enough, they'd be able to see through it. But done right, and shooting at the right angle, all they'd have to worry about were the sound they'd make on the way, and the undoubtedly noisy crash they'd cause on landing. But it'd be less obvious what were going on, and the guard on this side at least, might not be sure what they had heard.

Spectra simply smiled.

"I have something in mind. It will not be fool proof - but it is better than nothing." Spectra stated, wondering what became of Veil because she now had access to Veil's cloaking spell. Was it true that she, along with Magloria and all the others vaporized inside of the explosion? It was not something Spectra had any current contradicting knowledge of. So to her, they were dead - they were not seen escaping, so to her, the Guards and all the others inside of that Mountain were dead. Operata's wife included - not that Operata needed to know that.

Off away back in the woods, Spectra would begin constructing a launchpad of sorts for them. With her magic she would garner up 5 large orbs glowing with dangerous energy inside of them looking a lot like plasma balls. Then instructing the Construct to gather some sticks, branches - her plan would take shape. The boat would be positioned upright which looked quite stupid - but it was what she wanted. 

Provided there was no interruptions, Spectra would position them at the front of the boat along with their stuff with her magic, holding them in there safely more or less. Her horn would flash, and the spell she used from Veil would take over. With the cloaking spell, there was no need to fly at night here - they could simply do so now. The guards likely wouldn't think some wayward travelers like they appeared to be would be capable of doing what Spectra was able to do. 

"Here we go." Spectra smirked wickedly as her magic sparked the orbs down below at the base of the rocket. Within a fraction of a second they were hurtling through the air at an intense speed though with Spectra's spell, they didn't feel much other than a sensation that they were moving. The area they were on rapidly vanished as the back of the boat vaporized, and the explosion blew away some trees, evaporating any trace that they were there and created a small crater.

The sound would clearly be heard - though any guards from the border would likely not be able to see anything. They hurtled through the air, rocketing above the clouds and with the angle they were going in - sure to clear the border and go well beyond into Troy. Spectra tried to direct them away from any inhabited areas on the other side of the border, but even then, they were flying through the air like a missile - with only her magical shield to prevent them from being torn apart by the speed they were going at. 

Less obvious indeed, but someone would inevitably hear them crash on the other side even though it would likely be not as loud as the explosion that made them take off in the first place. 

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"She is loyal to her family, in her own way. It is but a shame that she does not consider you to be family.

*sigh* I confronted her of that, and other things she had said, when she overstepped her boundaries... I regret not the meaning of the words I said, as it were but just, after what she uttered. Yet I regret the way I said them in, and the volume in which I did. I should not have lost my composure. It does not make for a good example for Tiara."

Especially in the last few years, he had become more keenly aware of his role as a caretaker for Tiara. Certainly there were some who helped, from both their families, and he were grateful for it, but in the end, he were her father, and he had to be a better example of one, than one who spend a lot of his time working. That also came down to his behavior, so he lamented when he lost his temper. Not only for how it made himself look, but also for how it would look to his daughter, whom he wanted better for than to think of her father as some hothead, that uttered vileness when pushed too far.

"He's ever faithful, and you left a lasting impression on him. Even when you were gone, your standards carried over. It did also help, that Tiara had those selfsame ones, and were not shy of saying them out loud."

"Hmph. Mom should not come home to a pig sty."

Filthy chuckled a little at that, and patted Tiara on the head. She were growing up to be quite the little high class lady already. Though he in parts suspected that she had acted the way she did, out of hope that her mother would return any moment, as well as keep it up, to make it feel more like she were still here. He couldn't blame her for that, though she mostly just had to correct Randolph or the staff, out of habit. Randolph specifically, were too used to the standards of Spoiled, and had her voice in the back of his head almost, so he wanted things to be as she demanded, when she had been there. It made him feel less nervous, about her coming in and noticing something, that would come back on him in the end.

 

Spoiled stood there, her stern expression quickly returning to fold here. "While yes, composure is important - the content of what you say speaks volumes. I can see that you have done well in my absence, and this has resulted in you being more hands off with the business. Something I had wanted to see from you for a while." Spoiled smirked slyly, "Nobody is more suited for the job than you are, but who else is better to give them marching orders? The best Business is the one that makes money while you sleep - at least that is what my father told me." Spoiled turned away now, her eyes gazing off at Tiara.

Processing what likely happened - with Spoiled gone, Filthy was forced to follow through with Spoiled's ideas of him stepping back a bit to focus more on her. It had worked out evidently, even if Filthy had to learn many hard lessons. "As for Randolph, he's done a decent job." Spoiled said. She was never one to compliment someone beyond "basic" gestures, but they'd know what she meant by saying this. Spoiled had known that he was faithful to her, but as for how he acted over the last 3 years? It was likely she left an impression on him, like Filthy had said.

Spoiled's eyes narrowed slightly at Tiara. "That is most correct, dear. Instead I come home to a war that will likely begin soon, and the burden of informing the populace that falls on me." she said taking a step forward to show that she would be the one to do so, and it was serious business.

 

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Strange as her laughter sounded to many, Filthy enjoyed the sound. Spoiled might not be a mare whose laugh made one think she had ever been meant to feel joy, but he found the sound charming, coming from her. It fit her personality well, and he could still tell when she were being genuine, despite others not always being so certain. A little quirk of hers, that now that he heard it again, made him realize how much he had missed it.

"I would agree with that, and I can assure you that I will pull a favor with Mayor Mare, to have the permit expedited. Expect it all ready, before Mr. Quartz even has a chance to get to Ponyville."

He did not expect it to take long at all. Just some paperwork, and a signature. She'd ask some questions, but nothing too time consuming, and when informed of their reasons, he expected her to start preparing more, as they were not going to be the last ones to ask for a bomb shelter, he could imagine. Not that all had the means, but inquiries along those lines, would come up. As well as prep questions about the community shelters and such.

"Provided he shows up in a timely manner, and gets the materials and workers here somewhat fast, I can imagine we might have the new shelter build within a few weeks. It depends on how much have to be build anew, dug up, and so forth. We may also need to move residence to the summer house while it is being done... It depends on the amount of space required, and noise involved. We will have to bring this up when he arrives."

A lot of things around this that they had to keep in mind, but it should still be something they could handle over a not too grueling amount of time. And the summer house were lovely, and would do well until it were done.

 

"The insurance money have also sat and gathered up percentages over time. I admit that I mostly had this done, because I didn't know what else to do. Rebuilding it at the time seemed wrong to me, and I pushed so much else aside over time, that it simply stayed there. It had been one of many things that I had to deal with after the funeral, though thankfully that is no longer something I need worry about."

He had honestly just expected to let it stay in the bank, and then be the money that Tiara would have to buy a house for, or have a new one build, when she got old enough to want her own place. Their lawyer had brought it up as an option, and encouraged them not to sell the ground either, in case she wished to build on that. It were still valuable land that it had stood on, due to the area, so he had strongly encouraged that they kept it, so she would have the best a young mare could have, when the time came.

It had sounded logical, and Filthy hadn't the want to address the matter of his wife's potential death, so he simply agreed. It appeared that had been the right decision.

Spoiled had agreed with Filthy's assessment of what the plan was for the construction of the new shelter underneath the house. "That is most excellent to hear, dear. I am envisioning, if I hadn't said it already - a true Bomb Shelter. Enough to sustain a direct assault on the house itself and survive without even a scratch. To have the basement lined with a layer of protection to prevent entry from unwanted intruders, as well as completely gutting and replacing every element of the Basement to be something self sustaining. It would have its own Kitchen, Bathrooms, Bedrooms, and enough to keep us alive in the case where we are isolated from the outside world." Spoiled spoke with pride in the concept.

The construction of her own estate was another matter. Her own estate previously had been constructed with something similar to a Bomb Shelter but it was to be smaller in scope than the one in the Rich Family home. They didn't spend the majority of their time at her Estate in the past - usually Spoiled herself would spend time there when away on work trips. Tiara would often come with her on those trips so that she may learn valuable skills in dealing with the public - though she remembered Tiara didn't really like going because it took her away from Silver Spoon. The Rich estate was something that had been in the family for many years - and having it be lost like that was quite a tragedy to the family. Spoiled had managed to acquire it by winning out in the will after her father passed away many years ago. 

"Moving to the Summer House throughout the construction of the new addition would be wise. It will be wise to get away from Ponyville, after the Party - to allow the workers to work on the project without interruption. Plus it will allow things to cool down a bit in Ponyville after we leave." Spoiled stated, then would address Filthy's comments about the insurance. "The Estate is in prime real-estate. I expect by now Construction would have already began on it." despite the risk of war, Spoiled wasn't letting that go.

 

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This approach of hers surprised Filthy, and flabbergasted him for a moment. He had wanted this too, that much were certain, but he hadn't expected that she would have thoughts in that direction. It did not seem her usual approach to things, though perhaps, the time had given her some perspective, and shown what could happen, when one stood alone. IN her case, it had stolen three years of her life.

"They'll be glad to see you back mom."

This might honestly be true. Much as Spoiled were a mare of... A certain temper, the Silver family and them were the only real upper class ponies in town, and while it were calm to not have Spoiled there at first, it would likely start to feel somewhat empty, after a time. Somepony like them, would easily be able to tell something were missing, and the pity many felt for Filthy and Tiara likely, impacted their view on things too.

They would see soon enough, but perhaps they were the most obvious of ponies to invite over indeed. Celestia knew that it had been an age since Filthy had invited them over in the first place.

"I would think that true, yes. And I think it is a good idea too, dear. We stand better together, and I have found them to be very agreeable ponies in general.

Might I ask though, if we are to make plans with them specifically, should I perhaps invite them over before the party? A chance to speak a little in private, without all the excitement the town will burst into, nor the dread of what news you bring to the town as a whole. It might make them want to focus first on their own security too, rather than stay to talk for a time.

A light brunch might prove a good setting, yes? Though it is of course, entirely up to you. In this matter, I have full confidence, that you know what is best, dear. If you think we should wait until after, then we will do so, and set our focus elsewhere."

Usually Randolph would show when they entered the garden, wanting to know if they needed something, but dinner were already being prepared. There were no need for him to interrupt currently, and so he would be doing other things. Likely addressing the staff that were at work today, and preparing to get hold of those who had the day off, to make them aware of the situation, and how they were not allowed to share details with others.

"I'll work on the letters once my associate arrives, so I can send that with him. I can imagine Mr. Quartz will be in contact somewhat shortly after, letting us know of his assumed arrival time."

In the other end of the house, a visitor would also arrive from the driveway, looking around, and finding the lack of staff or Filthy perplexing. It sounded as if he had to hurry, so he had assumed he would be greeted at the entrance. Most peculiar.

Spoiled looked to Diamond as if wanting confirmation on what she had said. Someone missing her, beyond her own family? That was unheard of, especially from those she thought as rivals. Spoiled sort of stood there with an awkward silence as she processed what was said to her here. As she sat there thinking, she thought it may have been possible their minds would have been changed somewhat on that. 

"Agreed. We should invite them before the party. Pitch Perfect and Silver Laurel will be surprised to hear that I have returned. With the high-ground of surprise, we'll make them the first to know what happened." Spoiled stated. Silver Laurel was the father of Silver Spoon, the Silvers having moved from Manehattan some years ago after Spoiled moved here after making some poor business decisions. One of Laurel's workers had been caught stealing and it lead to some massive scandals amongst the family to the point to where they needed to relocate personally. From what Spoiled knew about Pitch Perfect, she had been an Opera singer within the highrise nightly air of Manehattan. One that Spoiled truly envied. She was well loved by all - and the one who looked down upon Spoiled the most.

Spoiled's eyes somewhat lazily rolled down towards Diamond, watching her like a hawk. "Silver Spoon will be invited too." she said earnestly. "Perhaps they would be interested in a joint vacation. We need allies. This is purely pragmatic." though, part of that was a lie. Spoiled wanted to reach out. To have help from someone else who may be interested in working with her. It was a sense of seeking salvation too - because what may happen in the future may very well be beyond anyone's grasp to handle on their own.

Due to the conversation at hand here, Spoiled had not noticed the visitor. Soon he'd likely find out what was going on here. 

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(Spectra)

Before they took off, seeing what she were doing, and judging that she were still intend on her plan from before, but just with some additions, he would go and mark the ground with symbols. If asked what he were doing, he'd say that if she intended on proceeding with this madness, he'd do his part by writing a prayer for them to not get blown to pieces and scattered throughout the desert, to be swallowed by the dunes.

The prayer as it were, were that too. It wasn't in ponish, but some archaic variation of Germaneian. A language usually only druids used, and the prayer did mention something referred to as *The Earth Mother*, if she could read it. If she could not, there were still a rough outline via the symbols, of some kind of shape, with trees nearly obscuring it.

It would not take him long to finish, as the prayer were short, and the symbols small. Even if one were to find them, what then? Neither were known druids, and if they wanted to go and chase that sort of clue, it would only waste time for them. Operata just knew this, because it were a language that were not easily discernable by outsiders, and chasing after the origins to look for a link, wouldn't lead to him. He learned this language from a collection of languages, written in a half ruined book at a yard sale. He sincerely doubted that the druids had any idea who he even were, and cared even less to be told.

When they were about to be fired off, he'd reluctantly take his spot, and grab as tightly hold of the boat as he could. The construct would at first have done what it were asked by its overseer, including debarking and preparing the wood if required, but generally just do as told, with nothing special done, if it weren't given the command to do so. And when all were said and done, it would stand near its overseer, as they were about to be blasted off.

Her plan bore fruit. One pegasus would turn her head as they got up, but were merely confused, and thinking it the wind elsewhere, that had messed with her. Yet since no bat ponies were around, there were none there with heightened hearing, so the sounds were basically not registered, and they could safely blast over the dead zone. There would be reports about the explosion that took them off of course, but it were debatable if they could even find the right place it had come from, or might attribute it to something from the border itself instead, rather than something on their side. A Trojan attack maybe.

Getting to the other side though, were another matter entirely. It were covered with patrols too, near the border. If they went about as far as they had been from the border on Equestria's side, they would get there, but it were impossible for no one to notice them, as the boat crashed into the sand dunes. It might soften the hit, but the boat would still be demolished upon impact. The damage to them could have been substantial, shield or not though. It were still a rapid change in momentum, but she might have thought of that. If she had, it would be fine, and they'd walk out of this unscathed. If not the construct would have split its arms, and a pale blanket of light would cover them,, which would keep the two fleshy beings it were with in place. It would land on its feet, the impact barely seeming to register for it.

It would for the Trojans though, whom even if they couldn't see them, would know there were something off. If they did not think so, there'd hardly be a need for the two unicorns casting spells to scan the area and dispel cloaking magics, nor for the guards surrounding the small crater.

Their uniforms were more cloth than metal, made to shield them more from the sun aloft, and steady their steps upon the sands. Even if the area at the gate itself were paved, and a myriad of buildings were near, the sand were never far away. As were evident of them landing in some now, with spears and nets at the ready, and a large warship hovering ominously in the air above them.

"We know you are there. Show yourself, and surrender, or the consequences will be severe."

One of the unicorns - the youngest of them, seeming in his mid twenties - were the one speaking. And with a voice of authority too. He would be the one to bite note in for that reason, as well as it being him that were weaving the dispel. It would be done soon, and thus they had the straight forward options of either showing themselves, or keep pretending. The former would likely make them more amendable to speak.

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(Spoiled Rich)

On 2024-06-28 at 6:05 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"While yes, composure is important - the content of what you say speaks volumes. I can see that you have done well in my absence, and this has resulted in you being more hands off with the business. Something I had wanted to see from you for a while." Spoiled smirked slyly, "Nobody is more suited for the job than you are, but who else is better to give them marching orders? The best Business is the one that makes money while you sleep - at least that is what my father told me."

"My father were rather more keen on the notion that to make a business strong, you needed to put as much into it as you were able. Much as your kidnapping caused us distress and sorrow, it did serve to make me realize that as good of a pony as he were, my father were not the ideal parent for a growing foal. His ideals were admirable, as he sought to make a fortune for himself, that his foal would want for nothing, yet bereft of you, I came to understand that there are something in life more important than sheer profit."

He'd send a loving gaze towards Tiara. Which she dutifully tried to ignore, because it was embarrassing. Sure it were nice that he were home more, but he shouldn't go and make things awkward. Not when mom were back, or her friends could see it.

"Not that I have always been the best at following my own realization. These last few months especially, but that will change. Not in a month, or after the next big deal, but now. I have all I need for that transition. All I have to do, is to set the wheels in motion."

On 2024-06-28 at 6:05 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"That is most correct, dear. Instead I come home to a war that will likely begin soon, and the burden of informing the populace that falls on me."

"And they're gonna listen, or they're gonna be sorry."

That was really just a fact, since if they didn't heed her warnings, they were indeed going to be sorry, sooner or later. But she also knew that it were hard to not hear Spoiled, if she wanted to be heard. She had the sort of presence and ability to have others focus on her, if they wanted to or not, that Tiara could only envy. Maybe she had hyped it a little in her mind over the years, but she were still fairly sure that it were more or less right, and that Spoiled were gonna be the center of attention at the party, when she gave her warning to them all.

They better not be mad at her for speaking her mind either. Her mom were doing them a favor. She didn't Have to tell them anything.

On 2024-06-28 at 6:05 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Moving to the Summer House throughout the construction of the new addition would be wise. It will be wise to get away from Ponyville, after the Party - to allow the workers to work on the project without interruption. Plus it will allow things to cool down a bit in Ponyville after we leave." Spoiled stated, then would address Filthy's comments about the insurance. "The Estate is in prime real-estate. I expect by now Construction would have already began on it." despite the risk of war, Spoiled wasn't letting that go.

"Well, the demolition of the remaining ruins is likely undertaken, but I would think it will take a little longer still to have all the materials transported to the site, to start building. Still, Mr. Quartz have a good reputation for a reason. I am confident that we shall soon enough hear of some development with the estate, as well as with an update to his estimated time frame for our current home, when he arrives. My guess would be sometimes tomorrow in the early to mid afternoon."

There were some prework to do, which would likely get fixed rather promptly, while the bricks and workers began getting to the location. But in die time, the estate would be up again in full. Something that would take longer than the new bomb shelter he would think, considering there were not much left except the foundation to work with, in the old estate, and that too might need reinforcement by now. Yet in due time, they would have it all done. It were only to hope then, that it would be so before any potential catastrophe would befall Equestria.

On 2024-06-28 at 6:05 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"Agreed. We should invite them before the party. Pitch Perfect and Silver Laurel will be surprised to hear that I have returned. With the high-ground of surprise, we'll make them the first to know what happened." Spoiled stated. Silver Laurel was the father of Silver Spoon, the Silvers having moved from Manehattan some years ago after Spoiled moved here after making some poor business decisions. One of Laurel's workers had been caught stealing and it lead to some massive scandals amongst the family to the point to where they needed to relocate personally. From what Spoiled knew about Pitch Perfect, she had been an Opera singer within the highrise nightly air of Manehattan. One that Spoiled truly envied. She was well loved by all - and the one who looked down upon Spoiled the most.

Spoiled's eyes somewhat lazily rolled down towards Diamond, watching her like a hawk. "Silver Spoon will be invited too." she said earnestly. "Perhaps they would be interested in a joint vacation. We need allies. This is purely pragmatic." though, part of that was a lie. Spoiled wanted to reach out. To have help from someone else who may be interested in working with her. It was a sense of seeking salvation too - because what may happen in the future may very well be beyond anyone's grasp to handle on their own.

Due to the conversation at hand here, Spoiled had not noticed the visitor. Soon he'd likely find out what was going on here. 

"Joint vacation? woah... I never thought I'd hear you say That, mom."

"Perhaps not, but it does sound positively delightful."

It wouldn't be long after that, that their visitor would come. Being led here by Duster, whom he would follow up until he saw Mrs. Rich. At which point, his features froze.

Marsh were a hefty stallion, wearing a full, dark and light grey wool suit, that were doing an admirable job of keeping his torso covered. The tie he wore had seen better days, but still fit the suit well, and his large, bushy moustache kept his mouth as covered as always. The large monocle on his right eye and the short mane, completed his look, and made him look like he had been pulled straight out of an old timey crime novel. Except that were, for the briefcase, which did not fit all that much, as it were a crisp, polished dark faux leather, looking far newer in style than anything he wore.

"I say, is this possible?"

He and Spoiled had never met before, yet he seemed to recognize her all the same.

"I brought him soon as I could, Mr. Rich."

"Well done. Do please go and find Randolph. He is addressing the staff soon, and would appreciate knowing of your whereabouts.

As for you, Mr. Marsh, I can assure you that this is well possible. Verified and true, this is my wife, returned at long last."

Marsh would go and give a cordial bow before the mare of the house.

"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet the radiant lady of the house then. Trotting Marsh, at your service."

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Before they took off, seeing what she were doing, and judging that she were still intend on her plan from before, but just with some additions, he would go and mark the ground with symbols. If asked what he were doing, he'd say that if she intended on proceeding with this madness, he'd do his part by writing a prayer for them to not get blown to pieces and scattered throughout the desert, to be swallowed by the dunes.

The prayer as it were, were that too. It wasn't in ponish, but some archaic variation of Germaneian. A language usually only druids used, and the prayer did mention something referred to as *The Earth Mother*, if she could read it. If she could not, there were still a rough outline via the symbols, of some kind of shape, with trees nearly obscuring it.

It would not take him long to finish, as the prayer were short, and the symbols small. Even if one were to find them, what then? Neither were known druids, and if they wanted to go and chase that sort of clue, it would only waste time for them. Operata just knew this, because it were a language that were not easily discernable by outsiders, and chasing after the origins to look for a link, wouldn't lead to him. He learned this language from a collection of languages, written in a half ruined book at a yard sale. He sincerely doubted that the druids had any idea who he even were, and cared even less to be told.

When they were about to be fired off, he'd reluctantly take his spot, and grab as tightly hold of the boat as he could. The construct would at first have done what it were asked by its overseer, including debarking and preparing the wood if required, but generally just do as told, with nothing special done, if it weren't given the command to do so. And when all were said and done, it would stand near its overseer, as they were about to be blasted off.

Her plan bore fruit. One pegasus would turn her head as they got up, but were merely confused, and thinking it the wind elsewhere, that had messed with her. Yet since no bat ponies were around, there were none there with heightened hearing, so the sounds were basically not registered, and they could safely blast over the dead zone. There would be reports about the explosion that took them off of course, but it were debatable if they could even find the right place it had come from, or might attribute it to something from the border itself instead, rather than something on their side. A Trojan attack maybe.

Getting to the other side though, were another matter entirely. It were covered with patrols too, near the border. If they went about as far as they had been from the border on Equestria's side, they would get there, but it were impossible for no one to notice them, as the boat crashed into the sand dunes. It might soften the hit, but the boat would still be demolished upon impact. The damage to them could have been substantial, shield or not though. It were still a rapid change in momentum, but she might have thought of that. If she had, it would be fine, and they'd walk out of this unscathed. If not the construct would have split its arms, and a pale blanket of light would cover them,, which would keep the two fleshy beings it were with in place. It would land on its feet, the impact barely seeming to register for it.

It would for the Trojans though, whom even if they couldn't see them, would know there were something off. If they did not think so, there'd hardly be a need for the two unicorns casting spells to scan the area and dispel cloaking magics, nor for the guards surrounding the small crater.

Their uniforms were more cloth than metal, made to shield them more from the sun aloft, and steady their steps upon the sands. Even if the area at the gate itself were paved, and a myriad of buildings were near, the sand were never far away. As were evident of them landing in some now, with spears and nets at the ready, and a large warship hovering ominously in the air above them.

"We know you are there. Show yourself, and surrender, or the consequences will be severe."

One of the unicorns - the youngest of them, seeming in his mid twenties - were the one speaking. And with a voice of authority too. He would be the one to bite note in for that reason, as well as it being him that were weaving the dispel. It would be done soon, and thus they had the straight forward options of either showing themselves, or keep pretending. The former would likely make them more amendable to speak.

Spectra would allow Operata to perform his prayers and symbols the way he wanted. Spectra didn't believe in any of that stuff at all. At best she considered it an outdated science - though she found Operata's grasping towards something to keep him sane in his tasks of following her orders to be of slight amusement and pity. Spectra were going to be on this launch herself as well - it wasn't like she was launching him somewhere just to see what would happen as fun as that might be at first glance. 

Spectra were fully confident that her plan was going to work in this case - and even if they died trying, at least she would deny the Equestrians the ability to get back who they lost along with whoever else she captured. Her other lairs were hidden too. Perhaps someone would find them in the future if she died, but they too would fall to the same explosive might that vaporized the Equestrian guards and her quarry contained within. Though it remains unknown if Magloria and Veil were there with them - would they have gone back with the guards to free the remaining individuals or not? Spectra didn't know.

Spectra would have stood there and watched as the Construct aided her in getting the boards stripped and having everything set up. When it had happened, they'd all feel the sudden jolt as they were rocked backwards by the sudden explosion. Seeing the ground rapidly move away below them was something that Operata and Yuma had likely not experienced. The wind rushed by them at a dangerous speed as they soared through the air. As this happened, Spectra was glad they did this during the day rather than at night. No bat ponies with heightened hearing. Plus the view was stunning.

After the explosion, there would be not much sound in the air itself as the cloaked boat with its three passengers hurtled through the air. It wasn't like a rocket or anything like that, with only its inertia carrying them through the air. With the way they were going, they'd shoot well within the Trojan border. Inevitably though, they'd come down to the ground. The sudden crash of the sound would alert the guards on the other side of the wall that they were here. Spectra's orb spell would flash red as she uncloked, revealing that she had kept them safe and unharmed from the collision. Though there would have been a sudden jolt as they landed, but not even a fraction of what they'd face otherwise. If they hadn't used that spell, their remains would be vaporized along with the boat on impact. 

There would be a few moments of silence as the dust cleared and Spectra would reveal herself calmly and confidently to the guards.

"I bid you good will, and no harm. I am an Equestrian, who wishes to defect to the Trojan cause. Take me to your leader, and I have much knowledge and tools to show you for your cause out of my own wish to defect to you." she noted the large warship, looking up at it. "We couldn't cross the border regularly, so we had to resort to less than usual methods to cross." Spectra added.

"My name is Arc Magis." Spectra bowed to the guards humbly. 

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"My father were rather more keen on the notion that to make a business strong, you needed to put as much into it as you were able. Much as your kidnapping caused us distress and sorrow, it did serve to make me realize that as good of a pony as he were, my father were not the ideal parent for a growing foal. His ideals were admirable, as he sought to make a fortune for himself, that his foal would want for nothing, yet bereft of you, I came to understand that there are something in life more important than sheer profit."

He'd send a loving gaze towards Tiara. Which she dutifully tried to ignore, because it was embarrassing. Sure it were nice that he were home more, but he shouldn't go and make things awkward. Not when mom were back, or her friends could see it.

"Not that I have always been the best at following my own realization. These last few months especially, but that will change. Not in a month, or after the next big deal, but now. I have all I need for that transition. All I have to do, is to set the wheels in motion."

Spoiled would sigh and process his words as she would turn away and look out the window. It did make sense. Filthy had to change a lot over the past 3 years to raise their daughter alone as a single father. Something that did not come easy. Spoiled realized just how much has changed here.

"A lot of things have changed. Much will change. I remember your father and I met a few times before. He was a highly respectable sort, unlike your sister." Spoiled had shot him a bit of a glare at that. "Profit matters. But in this world, if it can burn, it will burn - doesn't matter how much you own or have if it can all go up in flames - that I've learned." Spoiled gritted her teeth, imagining what it would have been like if she had been there to see her place burn to the ground.

"Which is why we must focus on our survival from here on out."

 

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"And they're gonna listen, or they're gonna be sorry."

That was really just a fact, since if they didn't heed her warnings, they were indeed going to be sorry, sooner or later. But she also knew that it were hard to not hear Spoiled, if she wanted to be heard. She had the sort of presence and ability to have others focus on her, if they wanted to or not, that Tiara could only envy. Maybe she had hyped it a little in her mind over the years, but she were still fairly sure that it were more or less right, and that Spoiled were gonna be the center of attention at the party, when she gave her warning to them all.

They better not be mad at her for speaking her mind either. Her mom were doing them a favor. She didn't Have to tell them anything.

This here had made Spoiled smirk slowly with pride. There wasn't anything for Spoiled to directly say about this - just that she was glad Tiara said that. Spoiled may have loosened up a little bit to her family here given the extraordinary circumstances, but she was still who she was. Harsh and commanding. Right to the point. Demanding attention from others when it suited her. It would work well in this situation. So she hoped.

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"Well, the demolition of the remaining ruins is likely undertaken, but I would think it will take a little longer still to have all the materials transported to the site, to start building. Still, Mr. Quartz have a good reputation for a reason. I am confident that we shall soon enough hear of some development with the estate, as well as with an update to his estimated time frame for our current home, when he arrives. My guess would be sometimes tomorrow in the early to mid afternoon."

There were some prework to do, which would likely get fixed rather promptly, while the bricks and workers began getting to the location. But in die time, the estate would be up again in full. Something that would take longer than the new bomb shelter he would think, considering there were not much left except the foundation to work with, in the old estate, and that too might need reinforcement by now. Yet in due time, they would have it all done. It were only to hope then, that it would be so before any potential catastrophe would befall Equestria.


This all made logical sense to Spoiled - who didn't have anything else to say about this for now. It would be a busy day tomorrow. Meeting with the Silvers, then having the party afterwards. It were a lot that were going to be revealed that day. They better enjoy their night while they can. Spoiled would simply nod - there was a lot to look forward to here. Hopefully there was enough time for all this to be dealt with before a catastrophe would strike.

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"Joint vacation? woah... I never thought I'd hear you say That, mom."

"Perhaps not, but it does sound positively delightful."

It wouldn't be long after that, that their visitor would come. Being led here by Duster, whom he would follow up until he saw Mrs. Rich. At which point, his features froze.

Marsh were a hefty stallion, wearing a full, dark and light grey wool suit, that were doing an admirable job of keeping his torso covered. The tie he wore had seen better days, but still fit the suit well, and his large, bushy moustache kept his mouth as covered as always. The large monocle on his right eye and the short mane, completed his look, and made him look like he had been pulled straight out of an old timey crime novel. Except that were, for the briefcase, which did not fit all that much, as it were a crisp, polished dark faux leather, looking far newer in style than anything he wore.

"I say, is this possible?"

He and Spoiled had never met before, yet he seemed to recognize her all the same.

"I brought him soon as I could, Mr. Rich."

"Well done. Do please go and find Randolph. He is addressing the staff soon, and would appreciate knowing of your whereabouts.

As for you, Mr. Marsh, I can assure you that this is well possible. Verified and true, this is my wife, returned at long last."

Marsh would go and give a cordial bow before the mare of the house.

"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet the radiant lady of the house then. Trotting Marsh, at your service."

Spoiled would let silence reign in the air after she spoke her part about the Silvers. It was something that burned her to do - to have to ask for help or want to sit down with someone she saw as a rival. They both might be able to tell she really didn't want to do this but there was something about the circumstances that had changed her outlook. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been gone for 3 years and wanted to make the most of her time here as well.

But now, the associate had arrived and Spoiled was happy to get another issue dealt with. Spoiled would assess his appearance with her harsh appraising eyes. Seemed to carry himself well - seemed confident and refined. Something like a pony should ideally strive to be. 

Spoiled would step forward as she looked at him, pleased with his cordial bow. She didn't waver one bit though. "It is indeed a pleasure, we have much to discuss. Filthy Rich and I were discussing something we wanted to have done to Rich Mansion here. The Construction of a furnished. Bomb Shelter and an extension built on the side of the house to have a main entrance for it, along with others throughout the layout of the home." Spoiled said, getting right to the point.
 

 

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"There's a reason the border is closed."

She glared at Magis, not ordering the guards to put down their weapons. But she were not ordering them to stab the group, so it were a start.

"You next."

She'd glare towards her companion, who'd let out a sigh, then correct his stance, tussle his mane, and then his eyes would slowly open, and he'd look at her with an unnerving gaze in his eyes. She couldn't describe it proper, but it made her skin crawl.

"My name, is Operata Symphonia."

TA whisper went through the guards. The words *the mad tenor?* were whispered audibly enough to be heard. Same with the word *Nobles*. The one in control though, kept her eyes on him.

"I could prove it, but I don't think you would enjoy that."

"That won't be necessary. I'll bring you both to the sergeant. If you are who you claim, he'll know, and can take it from there.

So follow, and don't get any ideas. One wrong move, and your corpses will feed the dunes. Same goes for your pet."

"I don't much care for it, but it will stay in line."

They'd be led on, mostly being given some leniency due to Operata's reputation at this point. And not long after, they would reach a large tent, with a barrier keeping the top secured in case of attacks. Inside, would be a small stallion. Seemed like he were suffering from dwarfism, yet he also looked like he were build like a house.. The large, spiked steel hammer standing firmly in the midst spoke further of that.

"Sergeant Wilther? We have some trespassers. We're here to verify one of them."

He'd turn around, and the stallion looked as if he were carved in granite. Hardened features, and a look in his eyes that spoke of power, and authority. Might be he were small of stature, but he oozed with strength. Not someone you'd want to face in combat.

He barely gave a glance to Spectra and her pet though, focusing his hard glare on Operata, who would give him a weak smile back.

"Sergeant is it? You've improved your status since last we met, Manuel."

A grin showed on the stallion's face.

"And you look like you've been through the ringer, bard. Who is this?"

"Unseemly company, and her pet."

"Sergeant? Orders?"

Manuel would stand motionless for a moment.

"Keep guards outside the tent. Any sign of unusual trouble, shoot first, ask later. I'll deal with this."

"Yes sir."

The guards would move outside, leaving the three of them and the golem alone, the sergeant's features growing stern again, as he looked at the group.

"Equestria is in turmoil, the border nearly shut down entirely, and we've had reports that a mountain exploded. And suddenly you are here. Which one of you did this, and why? And don't try lying to me, or you're getting skewered."

 

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On 2024-07-01 at 6:00 PM, Spectral Fade said:

"A lot of things have changed. Much will change. I remember your father and I met a few times before. He was a highly respectable sort, unlike your sister." Spoiled had shot him a bit of a glare at that. "Profit matters. But in this world, if it can burn, it will burn - doesn't matter how much you own or have if it can all go up in flames - that I've learned." Spoiled gritted her teeth, imagining what it would have been like if she had been there to see her place burn to the ground.

"Which is why we must focus on our survival from here on out."

"At the least we have all learned something, though I wish the lesson hadn't been so cruel."

He would not touch upon the subject of his sister again. He would defend her to a point, but his sister and Spoiled would never get along. He had accepted that years ago, and now they had touched upon the subject several times, it were best to simply let it go, and move on. He had to remember to let her parents tell his sister of his wife's return. She would come barging otherwise, but they could talk her right.

His dad had finally calmed down in later years, which his mother were pleased about, but he could still sit you down for a verbal trouncing, if the situation required it. Something he learned after years of working, that still proved useful every now and again.

On 2024-07-01 at 6:00 PM, Spectral Fade said:

Spoiled would step forward as she looked at him, pleased with his cordial bow. She didn't waver one bit though. "It is indeed a pleasure, we have much to discuss. Filthy Rich and I were discussing something we wanted to have done to Rich Mansion here. The Construction of a furnished. Bomb Shelter and an extension built on the side of the house to have a main entrance for it, along with others throughout the layout of the home." Spoiled said, getting right to the point.

"That so? Ah, I see why it was important I should show then. I take it I am to go and expedite matters with Clayton?"

"Among other things, yes. I also need you to go and bring my suitcase to Mr. Turner. He will have to take over my meeting tomorrow. As you can imagine, I will be quite busy at home now."

"Of course, of course. I will fill him in on the relevant details, and deliver the paperwork to him. The train leave sin about a half hour, so you caught me at a fortuitous time. Should I go and get it myself?"

"Do please. It is in my study, as per usual."

"I shall have this fetched forthwith then. By your leave, Mrs. Rich."

He'd bow to her again, and go to the study to get everything required for the meeting. Which wouldn't be hard, as everything had been neatly arranged in the briefcase. Filthy were ever a professional after all, and a messy briefcase would not give confidence.

"He will return just to reiterate a few things son, but he will be on his way to get things in motion soon enough. Mr. Marsh never gave me much reason to doubt his capabilities, or devotion. I think you would find his wife to be agreeable too. She has a comparable temper to your own, in sharp contrast to his mellow personality."

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"There's a reason the border is closed."

She glared at Magis, not ordering the guards to put down their weapons. But she were not ordering them to stab the group, so it were a start.

"You next."

She'd glare towards her companion, who'd let out a sigh, then correct his stance, tussle his mane, and then his eyes would slowly open, and he'd look at her with an unnerving gaze in his eyes. She couldn't describe it proper, but it made her skin crawl.

"My name, is Operata Symphonia."

TA whisper went through the guards. The words *the mad tenor?* were whispered audibly enough to be heard. Same with the word *Nobles*. The one in control though, kept her eyes on him.

"I could prove it, but I don't think you would enjoy that."

"That won't be necessary. I'll bring you both to the sergeant. If you are who you claim, he'll know, and can take it from there.

So follow, and don't get any ideas. One wrong move, and your corpses will feed the dunes. Same goes for your pet."

"I don't much care for it, but it will stay in line."

They'd be led on, mostly being given some leniency due to Operata's reputation at this point. And not long after, they would reach a large tent, with a barrier keeping the top secured in case of attacks. Inside, would be a small stallion. Seemed like he were suffering from dwarfism, yet he also looked like he were build like a house.. The large, spiked steel hammer standing firmly in the midst spoke further of that.

"Sergeant Wilther? We have some trespassers. We're here to verify one of them."

He'd turn around, and the stallion looked as if he were carved in granite. Hardened features, and a look in his eyes that spoke of power, and authority. Might be he were small of stature, but he oozed with strength. Not someone you'd want to face in combat.

He barely gave a glance to Spectra and her pet though, focusing his hard glare on Operata, who would give him a weak smile back.

"Sergeant is it? You've improved your status since last we met, Manuel."

A grin showed on the stallion's face.

"And you look like you've been through the ringer, bard. Who is this?"

"Unseemly company, and her pet."

"Sergeant? Orders?"

Manuel would stand motionless for a moment.

"Keep guards outside the tent. Any sign of unusual trouble, shoot first, ask later. I'll deal with this."

"Yes sir."

The guards would move outside, leaving the three of them and the golem alone, the sergeant's features growing stern again, as he looked at the group.

"Equestria is in turmoil, the border nearly shut down entirely, and we've had reports that a mountain exploded. And suddenly you are here. Which one of you did this, and why? And don't try lying to me, or you're getting skewered."

Spectra stayed quiet as Operata spoke. It enraged her that Operata would state his name but it seemed that he had known the Sergeant there and so she would remain quiet and speak nothing of what happened. Once the three of them and the golem were alone she would turn to the sergent.

"I've come to help you in the war against Equestria as of this moment." she smirked and her eyes locked onto the sergeant's, showing that she wasn't intimidated but she was aware that her magic would need time to recover. "I have access to lots of information and materials that will aid you. All I wish in turn for now is to be taken into the heartland of Troy, where the most protected and guarded areas are - so that I may aid your country in its goals in secret. I have spent many years gathering up secrets about the Equestrians, their scandals, their blueprints of their weaponry, their technology." she stated and would summon in an armor stand of a Guard Captain's armor - of which if the guards here knew anything it was a fairly recent Guard Captain outfit from the Equestrian royal guard.

"Feel free to keep that as a trophy for yourself. I am sure you would enjoy studying it and observing its weak points. The Equestrians do not expect anyone to know about their weakpoints, I've spent many years gathering up information and intel on the Guard. As a matter of fact, I've captured several of their leaders and Guards over the years and locked them in stasis, and I can release them to you all, on the basis that you seek to interrogate and question them for further information." Spectra added, presenting her plan in full to them. "Of course, I would expect you are not the one to talk to about all of this, but this is what I am offering your nation in exchange for my safety and protection by your country's Guard, so that I may aid and provide to you my full support." 

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"That so? Ah, I see why it was important I should show then. I take it I am to go and expedite matters with Clayton?"

"Among other things, yes. I also need you to go and bring my suitcase to Mr. Turner. He will have to take over my meeting tomorrow. As you can imagine, I will be quite busy at home now."

"Of course, of course. I will fill him in on the relevant details, and deliver the paperwork to him. The train leave sin about a half hour, so you caught me at a fortuitous time. Should I go and get it myself?"

"Do please. It is in my study, as per usual."

"I shall have this fetched forthwith then. By your leave, Mrs. Rich."

He'd bow to her again, and go to the study to get everything required for the meeting. Which wouldn't be hard, as everything had been neatly arranged in the briefcase. Filthy were ever a professional after all, and a messy briefcase would not give confidence.

"He will return just to reiterate a few things son, but he will be on his way to get things in motion soon enough. Mr. Marsh never gave me much reason to doubt his capabilities, or devotion. I think you would find his wife to be agreeable too. She has a comparable temper to your own, in sharp contrast to his mellow personality."

Spoiled would observe how Mr Marsh would go off to retrieve his paperwork from Filthy Rich's study. It was a bit amusing to see someone else go get something for Filthy - Spoiled always liked having others do the work for her and to get things for her. It was amusing to see that Filthy was no different. "Right then. It seems as if he will handle that task, and let us allow him to do what he needs to do. I think dinner will be ready shortly, yes?" Spoiled asked - starting to find herself getting rather hungry at the moment.

It were 3 years since she technically ate something, wasn't it? Spoiled realized that it had been that long since she ate and she decided that she were going to savor this meal as much as possible before they would dive into the pressing matters of tomorrow. It were obvious that Spoiled wanted to see whatever Blueprints had been designed - but that would be a future step after the town approves of it of which Mayor Mare likely would. There wasn't any reason why Mayor Mare wouldn't in her opinion.

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The sergeant would look at her neutrally, weighing what he heard in mind, but mostly observing her. And when she bowed, he had a simple response.

"Ya ain't telling me everything."

"The sergeant is good at telling when folks are lying. There is a reason he is in command this near the border."

"Yeah, and you're causing red flags. Unseemly company indeed."

"*sigh* Her goals are not entirely against those of Troy. But I don't know the full extend."

It would be a few hours after that of talks, interrogation, examining of the armor summoned, etc. The sergeant were reluctant to take in prisoners for enhanced interrogation, but in the end, word came in from his superiors. They wanted this one somewhere else, speaking to someone of real authority, to decide her fate. Operata were requested to join in too, and so not too long after, they'd find themselves in a somewhat small, closed transport airboat, with guards situated all around them. A good dozen of them, and if they tried something, the ship would be without pilots, and crash down, killing everyone on board. That tended to be a good deterrent for anyone to try something.

The whole thing were about the size of a train car, and there were more guards outside. Seemed like they were taken serious here, so that were something. So they could all sit in their seats, currently unchained, but a wrong move, and some of the assorted guards would act upon it. They had been informed to take their *guests* there peacefully if possibly, but that they were considered armed and dangerous. And that if Operata as much as hummed, he were to be knocked out.

"So you got your wish. You have Troy's attention. You must be happy."

His tone were so dry that it were hard to say if he were parched, sullen, or sarcastic currently. Potentially a little of this and that, as he sat with his back to her, and the golem sat next to Spectra, looking around the rom they were in.

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(Spoiled Rich)

It had been a busy day before that, but they had yet still been able to enjoy some time for themselves. Something that left them refreshed and ready for the day, which were good, as it wasn't long until Pinkie Pie spotted Spoiled during the mid day hours, and would go off, preparing for a huge celebration. Though the Silvers would still be on their way before anything were truly set in motion. All they knew were that Pinkie were buzzing around, preparing for a celebration of sorts, and that Filthy had invited them to the mansion. Beyond that, nothing were set in stone.

Randolph would meet them at the gate and lead them in, at which point not long after, Filthy would greet them, looking the best he had in years frankly, with Tiara dressed up and cleaned properly from top to hoof too. She'd go over and welcome Silver Spoon first, being her friend after all, though the filly were confused what were happening. Especially with how sullen Tiara had seemed, just the day before.

If only they knew what were waiting them, and what face would suddenly again enter their lives once more, these many years after most had thought her dead, or run off, never to return.

An hour prior to this meeting too, they'd have gotten a letter from Clayton Quartz, that he would personally arrive to address them. he should be there in the evening, likely timed with where most of the party had eased off. Likely in large parts due to what Spoiled were going to say at said party. It were going to be quite the day they had ahead of them.

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The sergeant would look at her neutrally, weighing what he heard in mind, but mostly observing her. And when she bowed, he had a simple response.

"Ya ain't telling me everything."

"The sergeant is good at telling when folks are lying. There is a reason he is in command this near the border."

"Yeah, and you're causing red flags. Unseemly company indeed."

"*sigh* Her goals are not entirely against those of Troy. But I don't know the full extend."

It would be a few hours after that of talks, interrogation, examining of the armor summoned, etc. The sergeant were reluctant to take in prisoners for enhanced interrogation, but in the end, word came in from his superiors. They wanted this one somewhere else, speaking to someone of real authority, to decide her fate. Operata were requested to join in too, and so not too long after, they'd find themselves in a somewhat small, closed transport airboat, with guards situated all around them. A good dozen of them, and if they tried something, the ship would be without pilots, and crash down, killing everyone on board. That tended to be a good deterrent for anyone to try something.

The whole thing were about the size of a train car, and there were more guards outside. Seemed like they were taken serious here, so that were something. So they could all sit in their seats, currently unchained, but a wrong move, and some of the assorted guards would act upon it. They had been informed to take their *guests* there peacefully if possibly, but that they were considered armed and dangerous. And that if Operata as much as hummed, he were to be knocked out.

"So you got your wish. You have Troy's attention. You must be happy."

His tone were so dry that it were hard to say if he were parched, sullen, or sarcastic currently. Potentially a little of this and that, as he sat with his back to her, and the golem sat next to Spectra, looking around the rom they were in.

 

When they were being interrogated - Spectra would give them honest answers up to a point. She did not speak about her former goals of conquering the world but admitted to what went down in Equestria to the Trojans - that it was a failsafe incase someone accessed her lairs to destroy anyone who enters. It was something that was technically the truth after all. Spectra would also have stated she has a lot of information about the Equestrians to turn over to the Trojans for their uses when she was taken to the higher authorities. Someone like the ones she met would not be trusted to handle that level of information and she wanted to speak right with the higher authorities whenever it was possible so she could give them all she had. 

When they were moved into the small transport airboat Spectra would remain where she was there and not do anything aggressive towards them. Spectra wanted to show that she wasn't a threat to them and had similar goals to them after all. The downfall of the Equestrian Monarchy. Spectra had also given over many Equestrian Guards she had captured to the Trojans to prove her word that she had captured them - and the Trojans would be likely to find a lot of what they may be looking for. There was a lot more coming for them that they did not know about but giving those Guards over to the Trojans would have been a great step towards what Spectra wanted to do. Perhaps for the Trojans this wasn't something they expected - but would appreciate, from their possible new ally in the war.

Spectra turned to Operata, "Oh, I'm quite happy. Should have done this long ago. I have no idea what kept me from it." Spectra chortled dryly as she looked into this eyes with a hidden intensity that told him that she was absolutely obsessed with her goal and nothing was going to stop her. It was so un-natural, to see that look in a stranger's eyes he likely never saw before. A literal skinwalker who stole someone's life to fulfill her own goal.

For now, Spectra was just content to be finally taken to the Trojan leaders.

Soon enough the Trojans would be armed with new information to take the war to Equestria. With the two sides doing the same thing with her material, both unaware, the real question was - who would outlast the other? 

(Spoiled Rich)

 

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It had been a busy day before that, but they had yet still been able to enjoy some time for themselves. Something that left them refreshed and ready for the day, which were good, as it wasn't long until Pinkie Pie spotted Spoiled during the mid day hours, and would go off, preparing for a huge celebration. Though the Silvers would still be on their way before anything were truly set in motion. All they knew were that Pinkie were buzzing around, preparing for a celebration of sorts, and that Filthy had invited them to the mansion. Beyond that, nothing were set in stone.

Randolph would meet them at the gate and lead them in, at which point not long after, Filthy would greet them, looking the best he had in years frankly, with Tiara dressed up and cleaned properly from top to hoof too. She'd go over and welcome Silver Spoon first, being her friend after all, though the filly were confused what were happening. Especially with how sullen Tiara had seemed, just the day before.

If only they knew what were waiting them, and what face would suddenly again enter their lives once more, these many years after most had thought her dead, or run off, never to return.

An hour prior to this meeting too, they'd have gotten a letter from Clayton Quartz, that he would personally arrive to address them. he should be there in the evening, likely timed with where most of the party had eased off. Likely in large parts due to what Spoiled were going to say at said party. It were going to be quite the day they had ahead of them.

The night before had been a night of relaxation and enjoyment. The dinner they had was massive and good, something they all needed to symbolize the family being back together again and all. Spoiled didn't really say or do much else that night as they needed to rest up for tomorrow. Tomorrow was a different story for Spoiled, who had ordered Randolph to make the house look absolutely perfect - while she had herself prepared to look as stunning as she always did for the guests that would be there shortly.

Spoiled had waited in her bedroom, mulling over her thoughts while the Silvers had entered into the mansion, likely waiting to see what they were here for. Spoiled had told Randolph to send for them, but said they'd only know why they were called when they got here. After hearing the familiar voices down the stairs Spoiled let them stew for a few minutes before all of a sudden they would hear a door open and shut - then a set of hooves making their way down the stairs purposefully.

Spoiled had revealed herself and looked at them all, Silver Spoon included in the eye. 

"Forgive the sudden abrupt nature of your visitation - there is much to discuss. I had recently been held captive by an Equestrian threat known as Spectral Fade. The one responsible for the situation unfolding all across Equestria. It led me to open my eyes regarding several matters. As you are the only ones of my stature in town, I thought it fit to inform you of this disaster and danger before everyone else finds out at the party. It is likely war will come, following this. I am not sure when that will be."
 

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