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[Nightfall 3,950]

TMM looked around and saw herself in a camera. She flushed and tried suck in her gut unsuccessfully. She self-conciously patted her stomach, frowning. "Hey Nightfall, do I look fat to you?" She looked at him expectantly, facing him so he could see her stomach.

 

"Um.."

Nightfall himself flushed a bit, and the white glare from the computer screens showed it.

"I'm... I, uh.. No.. No, you don't.. I wouldn't describe you as fat.."

He quickly tried to find something to do. He felt awkward, and was sure she wouldn't believe him with his halting and stuttering.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"You could at least try," she says, playing a depressed note. She sighed,"Now I have to balance crime fighting with gym time AND my- friend's performances." She sat in a chair and stared at the cameras. "Maybe your cops felt threatened by the rising crime rates and intimidated by the other stuff."

[Nightfall 3,950]

"You could at least try," she says, playing a depressed note. She sighed,"Now I have to balance crime fighting with gym time AND my- friend's performances." She sat in a chair and stared at the cameras. "Maybe your cops felt threatened by the rising crime rates and intimidated by the other stuff."

 

"I never said you were fat! You aren't fat. You're quite.. trim."

He blushed when he used that term.

"And maybe... or something happened.. I honestly don't know. I'm just hoping they're not all dead, or being held hostage somewhere. I hope they had valid reasons for leaving..."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

The entrance to the town hall had too much security for Butajiri to enter with a corpse on his back and not make a scene. He considered walking in anyway, but decided against it. He left the body just in sight of the guards with a note pinned to his chest written with fine, black ink. Our regards to the mayor, it read.

[Nightfall 3,950]

The entrance to the town hall had too much security for Butajiri to enter with a corpse on his back and not make a scene. He considered walking in anyway, but decided against it. He left the body just in sight of the guards with a note pinned to his chest written with fine, black ink. Our regards to the mayor, it read.

 

Nightfall tapped a couple screens like he saw people did in detective shows. Then... what was that? No, the guards could barely see it... But.. where did it come from?

"Hey, Maven? Do like being in this dark room with me? I mean, um.."

He blushed yet again. Being awkward around mares should have been his cutie mark.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She flushed, "Careful Nightfall, you've already got one marefriend. You don't want to end up like that imp. What's that?" she asks, tapping the glass at the mysterious smudge at the edge of the camera screen. She distinctly saw a hoof and her eyes widen. "Nightfall, we gotta get down there."

[Nightfall 3,950]

She flushed, "Careful Nightfall, you've already got one marefriend. You don't want to end up like that imp. What's that?" she asks, tapping the glass at the mysterious smudge at the edge of the camera screen. She distinctly saw a hoof and her eyes widen. "Nightfall, we gotta get down there."

 

"I know," he mumbled, flushed.

"Hey, you stay here, in case something happens."

Nightfall jumped out of the room quickly, and fly down to the entrance to the building, where he saw the smudge was a body.

"What happen to you, and where did you come from?" He muttered to himself. Wait, why was he muttering to himself? Was he becoming like Den?

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She sighed and sit back into the seat, waiting for something to happen. I wish I had one of those nifty radios the cops have. Or at least a hoof-radio. What am I gunna do if something really does happen, scream at him from the window? *Sigh* This was another of those hot-headed, short-term plans he comes up with. It'll get him, or us, killed someday..

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

When Butajiri left, Windward flew to the rood of a nearby building and watched the street below for any sign of police ponies. Oh I do love making things explode. So do I. soon we will need to buy more explosives... If our next target is going to be town hall, I want some thing a little more powerful. You and me both. They thought.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Butajiri was still standing near the corpse. He saw no good reason to leave. Of course, that did destroy the purpose of the note he had written. He ran his hoof through the dirt impatiently. He was over a hundred years old and waiting still seemed impossible to him.

[Nightfall 3,950]

Butajiri was still standing near the corpse. He saw no good reason to leave. Of course, that did destroy the purpose of the note he had written. He ran his hoof through the dirt impatiently. He was over a hundred years old and waiting still seemed impossible to him.

 

Nightfall looked up and saw the imp.

"Hey! You! What's with the dead body? .. No, you'll answer my questions in a cell. You're under arrest for suspicion of murder!"

Nightfall pulled out a pair of handcuffs, magically, from his saddlebag, and walked slowly towards the imp.

Edited September 15, 2012 by Nightfall

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Butajiri couldn't help but laugh, "They sent you, did they? The mayor out of real guards?" He wiped a tear rom his eyes. "I really was hoping to have someone to fight, but I wouldn't waist my time with a lower E class. It's like smothering a puppy, too easy to be fun, and the damn thing keeps whimpering."

Edited September 15, 2012 by The Beautiful Snailzuki

[Nightfall 3,950]

Butajiri couldn't help but laugh, "They sent you, did they? The mayor out of real guards?" He wiped a tear rom his eyes. "I really was hoping to have someone to fight, but I wouldn't waist my time with a lower E class. It's like smothering a puppy, too easy to be fun, and the damn thing keeps whimpering."

 

"You have the right to remain silent, sir! Please put your hooves in the air!"

Nightfall didn't quite like insults, but he had to at least try to keep his cool. If not, he might end up doing something he would regret. He picked up his pace a bit, hoofcuffs still following him magically.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

"Very well then. I will allow you to waist my time with a fight." Butajiri unsheathed the Banshee Shriek and stabbed it into the ground. "But I will not use my sword. I don't want it to get dirty." He lifted his right front hoof into the air. A red aura materialized and swirled around his hoof. "Demonic energy may not be as pretty as your magical energy, but it gives a much more pleasurable sensation when used!" He pointed the hoof at Nightfall. "Two corpses for the mayor." The energy exploded from his hand like a shotgun burst. Multiple red projectiles hurled at Nightfall with the speed of a bullet.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She looked at the video and saw the imp from earlier. Inflated ego, reckless insults, definitely the imp. She grabbed a guard and whisper-sang a song about a maiden. She then ordered the now eager guard to man the box while she went out to help Nightfall. When she got their, she yelled, "Hey, Imp, what rank am I?" And then threw all of her anger over the dead pony into a sleep song focused at him.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

The sudden appearance threw off Butajri's am and caused him to miss Nightfall completely. Destroying the alley wall instead. He sighed and lowered his leg. "You are higher than he is, not that that is worth much. That trick you do with music lands you somewhere in the middle D class range. To put that in perspective, there are six ranks and you are in the second to last. Still, you are one of only three non-demons I've ever met that is above E class. Lucky you."

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She winked at him and switched songs to the Demon Slayer piece again. "So many ranks, so little possession," she says between breaths and rests. She slowly moves towards the imp (I keep forgetting how to spell his name >.<) while playing. She hoped Nightfall would use the distraction to cuff him.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Butajiri pulled his sword out of the dirt and kept it ready. "And what the hell is that song supposed to do, if you dont mind my asking."He said . He was not fond of the mares musical creations, and even less fond of surprises. This promised to contain both.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She grinned,"Your sword doesn't look to go Butijiri. (Attempt one) Maybe it's because it's demonic." She switched to making her flute imitating the banshee shriek sound, making it higher pitched, louder, and ringing. It seemed like the sound was bouncing around them; the guards at the front gate were as oblivious as ever. She new such a sound would, at the very least, irritate the hell out of his acute sense of hearing.

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

Windward sat on the roof of a building, With his head resting on his hoof. What is taking him so long ? He obviously betrayed you. Your probably right, I just hope the police saw the body, that wou-- What is that ? He thought, Standing up and listening for the noise. Its the damn sword... ]bucking idiot. He said, out loud, Jumping into the air and flying towards the sounds.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Despite being accustomed to thee shrill call of the reaper, the sound her flute produced was irritating to Butajiri to say the least. "Wrong again..." he finally maniged, "The Banshee Shriek was made in Equestria. The only demonic thing about it is my own energy!" He transformed the sword to its true form once again.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"That's why it looks sick!" She said, with a sudden epiphany,"You seem to have less power, so your sword looks sick!" She grins, "I bet you consider yourself A class, right?" She puts the flute to her lips and played a silly song that a man who trained an imp to dance.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Butajiri laughed, "My ego is roughly the size of this country, but I have no illusions about my power. An A class would rip both of us asunder with just a look. I am a lower C class demon. As much as I hate to admit it, I am in the third to last class, or is it fourth to highest? Sometimes I prefer optimism."

[Nightfall 3,950]

Butajiri laughed, "My ego is roughly the size of this country, but I have no illusions about my power. An A class would rip both of us asunder with just a look. I am a lower C class demon. As much as I hate to admit it, I am in the third to last class, or is it fourth to highest? Sometimes I prefer optimism."

 

"Sounds so weak for such an ego... maybe you should, I don't know, try working out and getting strong?"

Nightfall pounced at the imp, using his wings to boost in speed, forgetting completely about his sword. And at this moment, all he wanted was to make sure Maven wouldn't get hurt (he never liked bullying, especialy when a mare was getting bullied), and to see that imp behind bars.

Edited September 15, 2012 by Nightfall

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Is that so?" She asks, "Than why haven't you beaten me yet? If you a class higher than me, shouldn't it be easier?" She grins and winks at Butajiri, bringing the flute up to her lips. She thought briefly about a song and decide to be humorous; She started playing a slow song the sweethearts dance to. Between fragments, she said, "Where's the group of girls 'impressed' by your oh so perfect 'charm?'"