- (Continuation of "Octavia's Night Out")
- >Be Norman
- >Currently spending my sunday at the library, as always, thanks to Purple
- >However, I can't seem to stop thinking of friday's fiasco
- >"Hey Norman, you alright?" - asked Purple, noticing my worried expression
- >I let out a sigh - "No, I think I screwed up massively. I don't mind the school hating me, but I think I may have ruined pink-beige's life."
- >"Oh... right..." - she answered - "I don't quite remember that night though. What happened?"
- >"Well, simply put, a lot of bad stuff. And I lost her wig." - I replied, lying at the end
- >Dammit Purple, why'd you have to get wasted and steal Octavia's wig?!
- >"That seems simple enough to fix. Lets just get her another wig tomorrow! Besides, if it's just that, I'm sure it'll all be fine." - she said, patting me on the back
- >"Yeah... maybe. Hope you're right." - I answered back, my attention being placed back towards an innuendo-filled book about a humanoid reptilian maid
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- >Monday
- >Pictures of that night have been seen by practically everyone at school
- >Had to hear a lengthy, disappointed speech from my parents in Münich after some jackass sent pictures to them
- >Been hearing people talking behind my back and laughing
- >Have had the football team hitting on me all day
- >Friends in the music club have been giving me strange looks and are barely talking to me
- >Found used undergarments in my locker this morning
- >My name is Renate "Octavia" Pfeiffer
- >And I'm going to stick a clarinet up Norman's ass
- >Be Vinny
- >It's monday afternoon, and Tavi invited me to her apartment
- >Now that I think about it, I've never been there before
- >Had some trouble with the guards letting me into the fancypants building though
- >What, they've never seen a badass DJ before?
- >Actually, this place was pretty fancy all on its own
- >Soon enough, I got to her door and knocked
- >Tavi just opened the door... wearing a fedora, shades, and a trenchcoat...
- >Wut
- >"Good, you're here." - she said looking around the hallway before pulling me inside
- >"What's got into you?" - I asked as I looked around - "Woah... niiiice place you got here!"
- >Awesome view out a balcony
- >Expensive-looking furniture
- >A fully-loaded kitchen on a corner that was bigger than my room
- >Massive TV
- >I felt tempted to check if the toilet was made of gold
- >"Ja, mein parents didn't vant me living in some tenant building while I vas here, so they paid for zis place" - she answered
- >"Ho-ho-ho-boy, this is awesome! So, what do you want to do? Watch a movie, hang out, go to the ma-" - I asked as she took off the trenchcoat, fedora and shades and handed me an envelope
- >"Er... what's this?" - I asked
- >"A list and some money. I need you to go buy some things for me." - she replied, making me open it and read said list
- >"Eh? Why don't you buy them yourself?"
- >"I can't leave zis building. The whole day I've faced nothing but ridicule."
- >"Alright, fine, fine. Lets see here. A box of nails, a two inch pvc pipe, a leaf blower??? What the hell are you scheming girl?!"
- >"I'm not scheming anything. I'm plotting. They're different. And if you must know, I'm plotting a... surprise. For a friend." - she said with the most terrifying grin I've ever seen
- >"Riiight..." - I answered back, continuing to read the list -"Box of pencils, five bars of butter... honey mustard? What's that for?"
- >"Goes great vith sauerkraut."
- >Be Norman
- >Monday night, relaxing on bed
- >Today was, surprisingly, a pretty good day
- >Few people paid attention to me
- >Practically no one calling me a pedophile racist nazi pervert
- >Good day indeed
- >But it feels like there's something I forgot
- >What was it?
- >I looked around my room, feeling as if whatever it was could be found in there
- >Xbox
- >Computer
- >Closet
- >Wig on nighstand
- >Oh right, I was supposed to return that wig!
- >Picking it up, I noticed it stank of alcohol
- >Well, that's easily fixed. Just got to stick it in the washing machine
- >Set to thirty minutes, add some bleach and detergent, all good
- >After it's done, I go back down, open the thing and...
- >Oh...
- >Oh dear...
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- >Be Twilight Sparkle
- >And my dear friend Norman has come to me with quite a strange problem
- >"So let me get this straight. You want me to use magic to untangle this... er... white ball of hair... and make it green?" - I asked, perplexed. This was a reall weird request
- >"Yes, I kinda ruined it when trying to clean it. Think you can help?"
- >"Well, it's very unusual, but should be rather simple. Hold on, let me get a book." - I said as I went to get one of the spell books found in the library
- >"Should only take a moment." - I said, drawing a simple rune on the floor and casting the activation enchantment
- >"There. That should do it." - I said, picking up a somewhat-familiar green wig... I don't know why, but looking at it made me thirsty for something. Kind of made me feel like I had a good time with it
- >"Thank you so much Purple. I owe you one." - said Norman, before grabbing it and bolting back home
- >Be Vinny
- >Man, tuesday afternoon. Little homework, everyone hanging out somewhere, having fun
- >Oh boy, sure would love to go watch a movie or something
- >OH WAIT! I'm stuck running errands for Miss Mischief, who won't even tell me what she's going to do!
- >Going from hardware store to hardware store, looking for a leaf blower
- >Sure wish that kid hadn't stuck a nozzle in his mouth and blown his stomach to pieces
- >Now tactical assault CQC ballistic child-seeking leaf blowers are a pain in the ass to find.
- >Thanks Obama!
- >As I headed to ANOTHER shop in my oh-so-important quest, I passed by a rather overly-decorated store
- >Looking through the window, I noticed it was a bakery
- >Somehow, rather familiar
- >"... Eh, fuck it." - I said to myself as I went inside
- >I immediately received a dropkick to the nostalgia
- >So many years ago, shopping with my mom as a little girl
- >All those sweets...
- >Walking to the counter, I had but a simple request
- >"Do you have any donutsteel?"
- >Be Norman
- >I did not see Pink-Beige in school today at all
- >After being repeatedly compared to some guy called Salieri(whoever that's supposed to be), the music club did tell me she was "sick"
- >Based on what I was told went down on monday, I don't blame her
- >"Oh darling, I think it's so sweet of you to try and cheer up the poor girl." - said the Aryan Beauty as Purple and her accompanied me to Sugarcub- I refuse to say that name
- >After sharing my problem with the girls, Orange and Pink offered to bake something to help me apologize
- >"Heh, thanks. I don't expect her to forgive me, but atleast she'll know I'm sorry." - I replied as we arrived at the bakery
- >To find Pink cornering a customer while holding a tray with cupcakes
- >"Pinkie, let 'er go, she just wants some donuts!" - said Orange, walking towards Pink to pull her away
- >"But my cupcakes are just out of the oven! I swear, they're extra exquisweetlicious!" - she blabbered on as Orange pulled her away
- >"Ah'm so sorry 'bout that, Vinny. Is there anything else you want?" - said Orange, as she gave an apologetic smile
- >"I-It's alright Applejack. I'll just be going now." - said the blue-haired girl, before Purple stopped her
- >"Hey wait. I've seen you around school before. You always hang out with Octavia, don't you?" - said Purple. I could see where this was going
- >"Yeah, I do. Why, what do you want?" - asked White... wow, that feels weird
- >"Well, Norman here would like to apologize to her for his... ahem, mistakes, and we wondered if you could tell us where she was." - added the Aryan Beauty
- >"What, that racist guy?! The hell I will!" - she replied, giving me a look of complete dislike before Pink got right on her face, with the biggest puppy eyes I've ever seen
- >"Pleeeeease?!" - said Pink, adding a pout in there
- >"Gah! Alright, alright, just keep her away from me! I'll do it on one condition." - she said, turning to Orange
- >"Hey AJ, your farm has lots of equipment, right?"
- >Be Renate
- >Cooking one's own meals seems to be an artform that is quickly fading away
- >The pleasure of cutting vegetables
- >The magic of experimenting with different ingredients
- >The satisfaction felt when a new idea pays off in the form of an equisite dinner
- >But for now, I'd rather stick to something simple
- >Something easy to make, requiring minimal steps, as my mind was focused elsewhere
- >Oh dear grandpa, if only you were alive so we could have more magnificent talks
- >But alas, old age and time did to you what it does to all
- >Atleast I have your memoirs and manuscripts
- >One of them proving to be most useful to me
- >"Soviets And You"
- >"Chapter 4: Effective Methods Of Conflict Resolution"
- >Time passed as I waited for dinner to be ready, focusing on the book
- >Soon enough, it was done, and I poured the pasta and sauce into two plates
- >After all, Alvina would be back soon, and it would be rude not to offer her dinner after helping me so much
- >Speaking of which, there was a knock on the door as I placed the plates on the table
- >Donning the fedora, shades, and trenchcoat, I went to open the door
- >Only to find Alvina, with seven other people on tow, and a dog. One of them being Norman
- >"Hey Tavi, look what I got!" - she said, turning on the leaf blower she was carrying, blowing the fedora away and causing it to knock over the spaghetti
- >"SURPRISE!"
- >Be Renate
- >And what the fuck is this...
- >"OOOH! LOOK AT THIS PLACE!" - said the pink pole, walking past me into my apartment
- >"PINKIE! Ya don't just burst like that into other people's homes!" - yelled the orange anglo-saxon as she did exactly that
- >"Hey, HEY!" - I yelled at them, to no effect, before turning to look at the others there outside, all with nervous smiles
- >Glaring at Alvina, I did the only thing there was to do - "Vhat are zey doing here?"
- >"Well, they said they wanted to tell you something personally, so I asked them for this thing in exchange of bringing them here." - she answered with a smile
- >Dammit all
- >"Urgh... Fine, fine, just say vhatever you vant to say." - I said, leaning my head on my palm. I could feel my headache returning
- >The purple-haired bavarian nudged Norman forward
- >"Hello Pi- Octavia. I just wanted you to know that I am terribly sorry for... well, everything you've gone through because of my actions. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I just want you to know I'm sorry."
- >A silence descended on the doorway, as I stared unamused at the group
- >That is, until the blue greek decided to break it with a most simple of statements - "We brought cake!"
- >Once more, I am faced with a dilemma
- >To let them in, as would be expected of a proper lady
- >Or to tell them all to leave, as reason would have it
- >"... come inside."
- >I am considering delving into the buddhist arts and creating multiple tulpas
- >One would be a manifestation of my upbringing and the lady that it forged
- >The rest would be a firing squad
- >Be Norman
- >I'm starting to think I should have come alone
- >"WOW! How'd an egghead like you get a TV this big?!"
- >"So, ya like rodeos?"
- >"Come ooooooon, just one bite. Pretty please?"
- >"Oh Darling, i simple ADORE your clothes, but don't you think they're a bit... hmmm, too minimalistic?"
- >"Um, excuse me, since your dinner was accidentally... um, ruined, would you like me to make you something? I mean, if that's ok with you. I brought some tofu."
- >"So, Octavia, since your computer is out here, mind if I use it? I want to review some pictures I got off Norman's computer."
- >"WOOF WOOF WOOF! *pant* *pant* *pant"
- >Yup. Should have come alone
- >Be Renate
- >Well, ain't this perfect
- >Got a pole shoving a cake in my face
- >A bavarian subtley implying I can't dress myself
- >The greek athlete with her feet on the table while watching TV
- >That yellow scandinavian cooking... something
- >A DOG ON THE COUCH
- >A racist italian next to the dog
- >The anglo-saxon trying to make some actual conversation, which is appreciated
- >What else?
- >Oh, right, and a slavic girl watching porn on my computer
- >Only thing missing is for my apartment to be a bar, and you'd have a joke
- >...
- >Am I really that much of a doormat?
- >"Ahem. I vould appreciate it if you could please take your feet off ze table." - I said to the blue girl, to which she complied, if grumbling about it
- >"And somebody please get das thing off ze couch."
- >"Hey, that's no way to talk about Normy!" - said the pink pole
- >"I meant ze dog."
- >"Oh, right. Hehehe, sorry Normy." - she said, putting the purple dog on the floor
- >"And as for you" - I said, giving a stern look to the purple slav - "have some decency and stop looking at das on mein computer." - I commanded, getting a disappointed look, before her expression changed to that of... realization?
- >"Ah, that's right. Biology isn't a popular area of study. I keep forgetting that." - she said, a bit of shame on her tone
- >This is going to be a loooong night...
- >"Dinner's done!" - yelled (more like whispered loudly) the yellow girl, bringing plates full of... tofu?
- >Thankfully, she didn't burn down the kitchen
- >Well, it can't be that ba-
- >Oh mein gott, was die scheisse
- >"Do you like it?" - said the scandinavian girl, with an expectant smile on her face
- >Just smile and swallow, Renate. Smile and swallow
- >There is a joke in there somewhere...
- >"Oh, I'm so glad you like it! Let me get you more!"
- >DAMMIT!
- >Alvina, where did you go?!
- >Be Vinny
- >It was a good idea to just let them all do whatever they wanted
- >As for me? Well, for one, this bathroom had a TV of its own and a sound system better than my own
- >So, of course, had to see how my album sounded on it!
- >Aww yis, so good!
- >This silver toilet is pretty rad too
- >Be Renate again
- >"Hey Octavia, who's this old man?" - asked the purple girl, pointing to my laptop's wallpaper
- >A younger me, next to an elderly man
- >"Zat is grandpa Waldemar." - I answered - "He... died... a few years ago."
- >"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry." - said the white girl
- >"Don't be. As I said, it happened years ago. I do miss him though. Had many good stories."
- >"Stories?" - asked Norman - "Like what?"
- >"Stories about ze var, life behind ze wall, things he did in his life, stories like that."
- >"Would you mind sharing some of them?" - he then added, with an expression of genuine interest. The looks of the others there showed similar interest
- >I had a brief sigh "Alright."
- >And so the night went on as I told story after story about Grandpa Waldemar
- >Some anecdotes about his time in Danzig
- >His tour of Paris
- >That other time he was in Kiev and kept going east towards Volgograd
- >Unlike what I was expecting, the night went rather quickly as story after story was told
- >In the end, we all had some of the cake they brought before they all left
- >Norman even returned my wig, explaining what had happened
- >They may not be as bad after all
- >Be Norman
- >I'm glad tonight went well
- >I might just have gotten someone to stop hating me, and actually made another friend
- >Actually, I should probably look up some of the places Octavia mentioned in her stories
- >Obviously know where Paris is
- >Geography's not my strength, so don't know where the other places are
- >Lets see now. Googling "Kiev 1940s"
- >... huh...
- >"Volgograd 1940s"?
- >...
- >Holy shit...
- >Holy fucking shit...
- >We just spent the whole night hearing stories about a Nazi
- NEXT MORNING
- >Be Renate
- >Feeling pretty good
- >Thinking it over, being angry at Norman and his friends was rather silly of me
- >After all, it was an accident and those things happen. Definitely overreacted to that
- >And given his company, I'd think it's fair to say he's not really a racist as everyone says
- >Oh, time to get to my next class. Better put on my wig so Alvina doesn't see me
- >As I walked down the hallway, I noticed everyone staring at me
- >Just... kept on staring
- >Just as before, people started talking behind my back
- >Whispering, laughing, I could feel them pointing fingers
- >As soon as I could I made my way to the bathroom to get out of the crowd
- >"Vat vas das all about?!" - I wondered to myself as I looked at myself on the mirror
- >Green
- >Green skin all over
- >My face, my arms, even my hands once I took off my gloves
- >I quickly took off my wig, splashing water on my face to make sure this wasn't a nightmare
- >Rapidly enough, I turned back to normal
- >...
- >I put on the wig again...
- >Turn green
- >I take it off again
- >Back to normal
- >Oh
- >OH
- >That ingenious, malicious, dastardly, uncaring, diabolic, malignant, cancerous, imbecilic, ARSCHLOCH, FICKER, SCHWANZLUTCHER, ITALIENER!
- >"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFU-"
- >Be Norman
- >My spine suddenly entered an ice age
- >Be Renate
- >Having returned to my apartment, I immediately start looking through my books
- >"How could I have fallen so easily to such a ruse?!" - I say to myself
- >"Vhere is it, vhere is it?! AHA!" - I yell out, as I find exactly what I was looking for
- >Rusemastery 101: How To Get Russians To Give You Their Ammo
- >By Waldemar Pfeiffer
- >Once more grandpa, I need you to help me get revenge
- >Hours passed as I thoroughly read every page, word by word, note by note
- >Actually, something was wrong here
- >"Hmmmm, I'm not dressed properly for zis."
- >Opening my closet, I looked for a particular box
- >And sure enough, there it was
- >A box filled with pictures, taken on a span of six decades as well as an old, yet well-kept grey uniform
- >The pants and boots fit well enough, but the jacket is a bit too big. Better wear it unbottoned
- >There we go, much better
- >With that done, I went back to the couch to continue reading
- >"Be prepared Norman." - I said outloud
- >"Vith das little trick, you just made your vorst enemy."
- >"Hehehe..."
- >"Hahahahaha..."
- >"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
- >"Who are you talking to? And what are you wearing?" - said a familiar voice, catching me by surprise
- >Lowering my book, I see Alvina standing there, having let herself in
- >There was silence for a moment
- >"I'm going to pretend I didn't see anything." - she said, letting herself fall on the couch and turning on the TV
- >Be Renate
- >Saturday morning
- >Today marks Day 1 of what I am now calling "Operation Untergang"
- >A 4-stage plan meant to bring down Norman and make him pay via rectal insertion of a clarinet
- >Stage-1: Observation. Everything learned in this stage will affect all future actions taken in the followup stages
- >All aspects of Norman's social life and his relationships must be documented
- >Camera, binoculars, audio recorder and notepad at the ready, I left to carry out my mission
- >"10:15 AM, saturday, Norman has met vith ze purple slav outside of his house. Zey appear to be engaging in casual conversation. Vill follow."
- >"11:42 AM, saturday, ze two of zem have met up with ze pink pole outside a confectionery store. Zey appear to have picked up a box and left her behind."
- >"12:23 Pm, saturday, ze two have returned to ze suburbs and arrived at vhat appears to be ze bavarian's house. Observation of Norman's face and body language suggest romantic interest. Recommend following zis up to gain advantage. Sidenote. Can see vhy he vould be interested in her. She vouldn't be out of place at all if she vere to visit Münich. Great features all around, good shape, vell-formed curv-"
- >"Tavi, what the hell are you doing?" - Alvina, out of nowhere
- >SCHEISSE!
- >"Hey, what are you- WOAH!" - she yelled out as I pulled her into the bush I was hiding in
- >"SSSSH! QUIET!" - I whispered kind of loudly - "Vhat are you doing here?!"
- >"Pinkie asked me to follow you. She saw you sneaking around and crawling out of a trash can."
- >ABBRECHEN! ABBRECHEN! AB-idea
- >"Al, besides ze purple girl, you know all of Norman's friends, ja?"
- >"Please don't call me Al. My mom calls me Al!" - she answered, a bit upset - "But yeah, I do. Why?"
- >"I need to learn as much as possible about zem, as fast as possible. Think you can help me vith das?"
- >"If you promise to never call me Al again, you got a deal."
- >"Wunderbar. Hehe. Hehehe. HEHEHEHEHE!"
- >"Tavi, you're starting to scare me."
- >Day 2 of Operation Untergang
- >Stage-1 had finished far quicker than I had expected
- >What should have taken days took a mere afternoon of talking to Alvina and, unexpectedly, Brad
- >Apparently, it would soon be... lets see these notes... Rarity's birthday
- >Getting Brad to divulge the details of the surprise party was easy enough. A coupon for free guitar maintenance at a local music shop
- >Honestly, given his lineage, it might have been easier to offer him booze, or a potato. But what's done is done
- >Regardless, the time had arrived for Stage-2 to commence. Infiltration and Sabotage
- >Monday, lunch time
- >Be Norman
- >For once, Purple wasn't with me, but only since she had other thing to take care of, leaving me with Pink and Orange
- >"So Pink, how's the you-know-what coming along?" - i asked
- >"Ah, ah, ah. I can't tell you silly! It's supposed to be a surprise!" - she replied
- >"Uhh, Pinkie, it was his idea. Ah think it's safe for him to know." - stated Orange
- >"Safe for him to know vhat?" - said a familiar voice as it's owner sat next to me. Pink-Beige
- >"Oh, about the dress-cake for Rarity's super-extra-secret birthday party that is actually the size of one of her dresses!"
- >DAMMIT PINK, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET!
- >"Secret birthday party? Ho-ho, das sounds fun! Do you vant any help? Vith music, maybe?" - she Pink-Beige. Well, it took a while for her to make up her mind, but it seems last week's surprise really did get her to like us
- >"Of course sugarcube. Can always use the help! Say, since you're friends with that DJ, Vinny, ya think you could get her to help too?" - asked Orange
- >Judging by the music from that one friday night, I wholeheartedly approve of this
- >"Ja, no problem. Just tell me vhen and vhere. And if you vant my help for anyzing, let me know."
- >"Woohoo! Thank you Tavi!" - said Pink
- >Be Renate
- >MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
- >Be Renate
- >So far, progress has been made
- >Norman and company do not suspect anything about my intentions, nor will I give them any reason to suspect anything but goodwill from my part
- >However, I have come upon an impasse
- >Norman's group is an unusually close one, each individual showing camaraderie for each other in levels and ways I had never seen before
- >Breaking it will be a monumental effort, but I do believe I've found a weakness
- >Creating a rift in the relationship between Norman and Rarity will inevitably create factions within the group
- >Those who will take Norman's side
- >Those who will take Rarity's side
- >And those who will try to reconcile the party
- >Seeing the level of unity present between them, if given enough time the last group will ultimately be succesful
- >I must begin recruiting allies. Either people who hate them and would cooperate, or those who could unknowingly act as spies like Brad
- >My chance to strike will be during Rarirty's party in two weeks
- >From what I understand, she considers herself to be a noble of commom birth
- >As a fellow bavarian, she also holds a natural appraciation for class in, music, art and clothing, just to name a few
- >I almost hate having to hurt her in order to succeed
- >Almost
- >After all, she still acted as an accomplice to that arschloch
- >I will continue to act as one of the group, but I must watch myself for more of their tricks
- >Already I've fallen for one of their ruses with the wig. That will not happen again
- >Laugh all you want while you still can
- >I'm unto you
- >You will all pay
- >"Excuuuuse me? Why would I go to such a childish event?"
- >Be Renate
- >I remember why Sunset Shimmer is on many people's do-not-talk-to lists...
- >"Brad vill be there, as vell as his band." - I answered back
- >"Ugh. Vill, vhere, vhat, can't you talk like a normal person?!"
- >Wat
- >"I mean, I know you're a foreigner and all, but if you're going to be here, actually speak american properly! Geez!"
- >Oh that's it. After Norman, you're next
- >"I'll take das as a no then." - I said, walking away
- >That was a terrible idea. Next on the list, Trix-
- >"Hey Octavia!" - I heard someone call out to me. It was the purple slav, Twilight, running down the hallway
- >"Twilight, how are you!" - I answered back
- >"I'm doing great. I wanted to ask you though: could you help me study for a test tonight? We're having a test on music history, and Norman doesn't know anything about that!"
- >"Tonight? Sure. I don't have any plans so it should be a problem." - I answered back. I couldn't let such an opportunity for interrogation pass like that
- >"Great! Lets meet infront of the library at six then!"
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- >At the library
- >"So, ze baroque period, ja? Easy enough." - I said as I opened my book and asked both Norman and Twilight to follow
- >For the next two hours I went on a detailed explanation of the Baroque period, making sure they followed
- >Then Norman dropped his head on the book
- >"Ugh... can't we just use magic to pass the test?" - said Norman, his choice of words betraying fatigue clearly kicking in. Lazy Italian
- >"No Norman! That would be unfair and irresponsible! Magic is a powerful force and even though it can help us in pretty much everything, using it to pass a test would be wrong."
- >What... The... Fuck...
- >"Do ze two of you really vant my help, or should I leave?" - I stated, quite annoyed. Magic... bah!
- >"Oh, that's right! You haven't seen it before! Hold on, let me show you." - said Twilight, as I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow
- >This'll be good
- >Be Twilight
- >"Ok Norman, just like before. Show me your arm." - I said as Norman pulled back his sleeve
- >Octavia didn't seem interested though. Maybe she doesn't like magic?
- >And just as before, I wrote on Norman's arm
- >This is no phony, I want to be a pony
- >Using the activation rune, the spell was complete
- >Be Renate
- >And what the hell just happened?
- >"V-vhat...?"
- >Infront of me stood a miniature horse
- >A... pony? Its coat the same color as the clothes Norman was just wearing???
- >"TA-DA!" - it then spoke! I wanted to scream, but I believe the shock was just too much to let that happen
- >"So, what do you think? Pretty great, huh?" - said the Pony-Norman
- >"It's a really simple spell, to be honest." - then added Twilight
- >"H-How did you do das?!" - I managed to let out
- >"Easy really. Just followed one of the spells in this book, and used an activation rune." - she said, pointing to the both the book and some strange symbol drawn on one of Norman's... front legs
- >"... so... vill he stay like das?" - I then proceeded to ask, unable to think of anything else, all the while looking around, trying to find anything that would give these away as being a ruse
- >"Nah, it'll only be for a few minutes." - she answered
- >"Right..." - is all I could say as I sat back down, looking down at my book, only one thought on my mind
- >FICK FICK FICK FICK FICK FICK FICK
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- >As soon as I'd finished helping them study for the test, I immediately rushed back home
- >"Magic... MAGIC!" - I yelled out as I looked for my wig
- >There it is
- >Putting it on, the same effect as before could be seen
- >Turning me green
- >So this is how they managed to pull that one off
- >If they can do magic, then that means I need to improve my own efforts
- >No... no, that in itself won't do
- >This isn't something I can just deal with
- >I need something to help me counter that completely
- >The game has changed
- >Be Renate
- >Norman's group has magic at their disposal. Who knows what they can do. So what CAN I do?
- >I could steal their book
- >But... who's to say they don't have a copy?
- >Who's to say they ALL don't have a copy?
- >Can't think like that. Need to risk it
- >Tomorrow, I'm taking that book
- >Wednesday afternoon
- >Classes are over, haven't encountered Norman or any of his group
- >Did manage to see them all leave together, meaning I'm in the clear
- >I can't let them know I took the book though
- >As such, I grabbed multiple books to check out and hid that one in my bag
- >As far as the librarian is concerned, those are the only ones I took
- ----
- >AAAGH!
- >This stupid book explains nothing!
- >It's just spell after spell! No actual explanation on how to make them work!
- >Calm down
- >Remember, Twilight did say an activation rune was needed
- >BUT THIS STUPID BOOK DOESN'T HAVE ONE ANYWHERE!
- >In a fit of rage, I threw the book, hitting the box where granpa Waldemar had stored all his valuables before he died
- >And of course, it got knocked over, spilling all its contents
- >With a sigh, I went on to pick them up
- >As I lifted the box, however, I noticed something strange
- >A panel, and a small book ontop of it. Looking into the box, I noticed it looked... deeper than before
- >A secret storage section
- >Picking up the lone book, shivers ran down my spine as I read the title
- >"Secrets of the Vril Society, by Waldemar Pfeiffer"
- >Holding the book in my hands, I could do nothing but stare at it
- >After what seemed an eternity, I decided to flip to the first page, an overwhelming hesitation filling my every being
- >"To anyone who finds this, my name is Waldemar Pfeiffer. I was a soldier in the eastern front against the soviets, and was at one point recruited to protect the members of the Vril Society and their work. In this book, I've written down everything I could learn from them and documents I could save before the base was destroyed to deny its use and contents to the communists."
- >Amazing
- >Terrifying
- >Those were just a few of the things that could be said about the contents of the book
- >Oh grandpa, what had you gotten yourself into?
- >Experiments on animals and humans, sacrifices, ancient texts, militarization attempts, those were just a few of the things described in its pages
- >However, what appeared to be of greatest significance was what the Vril Society had managed to develop near the end of the war, too late for it to be of any use
- >All those years, they had developed spells and runes that, theoretically, should have worked
- >Rituals, sacrifices, enchantations, nothing seemed to work
- >None of that was necessary. They just lacked one thing
- >"Ze activation rune" - I whispered
- >Near the end they realized this and focused their research on creating one. And succeeded
- >Schwarze Sonne, the Black Sun
- >Not only did it work as an activation rune, but also as a merger and amplifier
- >Drawing a rune-based spell in one of its spaces, or just writing a regular spell there, would merge it with other spells placed in different spaces, and would in turn exponentially amplify their effects
- >This was simply... astounding. If I ever hoped to effectively counter their magic, I had to try this
- >Grabbing an old shirt, I drew the Black Sun, followed by one of the spells from the library's book
- >Like a bird and a feather, fly through the aether
- >With a short, black glow, if such a thing was even possible, the shirt began to float
- >I just stood there, looking at it for a second before blowing air in its direction
- >And just like that, it began flying across the room, twisting and turning, avoiding the walls
- >The moment I grabbed unto it however, it stopped
- >Taking it to the bathroom and erasing the graphite with some soap and water guaranteed it wouldn't take flight again
- >I had a lot to do now
- >First, I would make copies of each relevant page of the library's book. I had to return it before they noticed it was gone
- >Second, I needed to practice
- >Operation Untergang
- >Day 7
- >I had reached a dead-end in my studies of magic
- >This little book... so much information in it
- >It was essentially a crash course into the dark arts, with all the tools and secrets its makers had developed
- >But, practice was still needed. Specifically, experiments on people
- >That is why I had prepared so much for Friday
- >A classical concert had been organized in the local theatre, and I had been asked to play a piece, just like many other musicians who had been invited
- >Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G
- >Many high-class, self-important people. It was the perfect opportunity to test out a few things
- >So far I had discovered that spells could be made to act sequentially instead of all at once, if an appropriate rune for that was added before any other
- >Likewise, said spells could be "transmitted", as it were, instead of having to write them on those things or people the caster wished to affect, as long as a transmission rune was used as well
- >Finally, each spell could in itself be linked to a particular sound beforehand, making said sound activate the Black Sun and cast the spell. Said sound could be a keyword or a pair of hands clapping. It did not matter
- >If the Vril Society had discovered all these before 1945, before defeat was imminent... I shudder to think what kind of world we would be living in
- >Regardless, tonight I would discover if there was some merit to all of this
- ---
- >9:30 PM, Town Theatre
- >There I stood, infront of a expectant public
- >All seats filled tonight. This was going to be good
- >As everything fell into absolute silence, I began
- >And so it all began, with the Prelude
- >The first few notes triggered the first spell
- > A simple lock spell, which magically locked all the doors and windows from which the piece could be heard being played. If the cello couldn't be heard when standing next to a door, nothing would happen to that door however
- >Despite that limitation, the design of the theatre allowed for all inner doors and windows to lock themselves until a counter-spell was issued
- >Yet nobody noticed, for the audience was in itself enthralled by my performance
- >Then came the second part of the piece
- >Allermande had a... different effect
- >For when it was played, the notes carried a sleep spell that caused all who listened, except for myself, to quickly doze off
- >And it worked just as planned as the audience fell asleep on their seats, and the other musicians fell to the ground unconcious behind curtains
- >So I played on, until the Courante came
- >The next spell to activate was a morphing spell
- >To ensure that I could perform magic of the same type as the purple slav, I chose the same spell as hers
- >And as the music carried it on, it was easy to see it working
- >The audience changing into stallions and mares
- >Passed out musicians becoming ponies behind the stage
- >Seeing how their coats were based on their clothes, it made me wonder for a second, what would I look like with my gray dress and pink bow?
- >As the Courante finished and I began the Sarabande, one of the bigger spells I put together was cast
- >It was a merged spell, with its base-spells having different targets each
- >It would cancel the sleep spell specifically. However, it would also use one of the spells developed by the Vril Society itself
- >Mind control
- >Two of those, to be precise
- >The first was directed at the stallions, making them trot elegantly up and down the hall
- >The second was directed at the mares, who would ride on the stallions' backs as if they were all proper human ladies
- >Both parties carried on their duties perfectly, creating a sort of order where I had expected there to be nothing but chaos
- >This went on for the next four minutes, as commands were changed on the go by the notes being played until everyone was back to their original positions
- >Finally, the Menuet arrived, and the cancellation spells began
- >First and foremost, everyone was turned back to their humans selves
- >Second of all, the doors and windows were all unlocked and the spell on them removed
- >And finally, each person in the theater was released from their mind-controlled states, being able to think for themselves once more instead of standing there as if they were zombified, just waiting for orders
- >Just in time as well, as throughout it all I felt as if I could collapse any moment. Casting and maintaining seemed to actually place the weight on me, and not some ethereal magic force
- >I had to keep that in mind in the future, and be very careful about it
- >But in the end, the last portion was played. Gigue's notes activated the final spell
- >Admiration
- >That being or object to which their focus was given would suddenly be admired greatly for whatever they were doing
- >And that is exactly what happened, as throughout its entirety the audience stood up in ovation for almost two minutes until Bach's Cello Suite No.1 was finally done
- >Then the spell cancelled itself
- >Thus, tonight I had managed to confirm the effectiveness of this... magic
- >This night had been just perfect
- >"Hope you're all ready. Zeres a new hexe in town."
- >Be Vinny
- >Man, Sugarcube Corner... don't quite get this place
- >Been here for a while now, trying to figure out WHAT to play
- >"Um... maybe something less... loud?" - said Fluttershy as I just gave her a stare
- >"Loud? But the whole point is for it to be loud!" - I said, annoyed
- >"Yeah, but you know Rarity. She''ll just call it 'uncouth' and kick you out if you play that." - added Rainbow Dash. To be fair, she had a good point
- >"Alright, fine, fine. So I can't play my album there. Give me a second to come up with something." - I said as Applejack entered, carrying a box full of vegetables
- >"Howdy. So, where ya'll want me to put all these?" - she asked, as Pinkie popped out of nowhere
- >"The party is next weekend, so we can't cook anything yet, silly! Just put them in the fridge." - she said
- >"Alright. Someone mind helping me out then? Rest of the veggies are on Big Mac's truck outside." - she requested
- >"Sure. Lifting stuff might help me think." - I said with a shrug, going outside and picking a box
- >Having trouble carrying it...
- >Got inside...
- >To the kitchen...
- >DAMMIT!
- >Dropped the beets.
- >Be Norman
- >The week came and went rather quickly
- >All the better
- >Looking at my cellphone's calendar, I couldn't help but let out a massive smile
- >10:30 AM, Saturday. Preparations were fully completed yesterday and it was only a matter of getting the Aryan Beauty out of her house and setting up the party
- >And that's where I come in
- >Strangely enough though, I don't remember deciding that, even though Purple and I organized who did what job...
- >Not that I'm complaining
- >Well, here I am, standing at her door with only one thing to do. I knocked on the door
- >"Oh Norman! What a surprise! What can I help you with, darling?" - asked the most beautiful being in the world upon opening the door
- >"Well, since today is your birthday, I was thinking of taking you out for a good time. What do you say?" - I asked, following Pink's advice and sticking a rose in my mouth
- >"That'd be just splendid! Hold on, let me get a hat."
- >And soon we left, heading downtown
- >As we did, I turned around, seeing Brad carrying some of the things for the party and giving me a thumbs up
- >Man, what a cool guy who
- >Definitely would never do anything non-consensual to anyone
- >... I have no idea why that thought just popped up
- >"So darling, where are we going today?" - said the Aryan Beauty as we walked down the street, her arm wrapped around my own
- >"Wherever you want. We could go watch a movie, go to a fancy restaurant, GET WICKED TATOOS, anything." - I answered
- >For some reason, she gave me an annoyed look
- >"Norman, that isn't funny. Do what you want with your skin, but don't involve me in that."
- >What is she talking about?
- >"Er... ok? But anyway, what do you want to do?" - I asked
- >"Well, I know this excellent restaurant nearby. I've a~lways wanted to go there, but never had the chance." - she answered, fluttering her eyes at me
- >Ohsweetlordmyheart.png
- >"Oh sweet lord, my pants!"
- >I have no idea why she smacked me and gave me the cold shoulder on our way there...
- >Be Rarity
- >Why is Norman acting so strangely today?
- >Well, I think I could excuse him if he was acting this way out of nervousness
- >Except that we've gone out, either with the others or just the two of us, plenty of times before!
- >"Norman, is something wrong?" - I asked as he drank cup after cup of wine he had ordered -I assumed- for us
- >"Oh no, everything's fine. By the way, are you going to order?" - he asked, signaling a waitress to come over
- >"Let me see then..." - answered - "I'll have a-"
- >"She'll have a burger. Big, fat, glorious burger." - said Norman as he cut me off
- >"Sir, we don't serve hamburgers here." - replied the waitress politely
- >"Fine. She'll have this steak over here." - he then said, pointing at the menu, forcing the waitress to bend over to actually see what he was pointing at
- >And as she did, he just gave me this repulsive smile due to how close his face was to her bossom. UGH!
- >"I'll have the same." - added Norman, waving away the waitress as if he was some kind of lord
- >With a sigh, the poor waitress turned to leave and handle our orders
- >SLAP
- >...
- >He did not-
- >He just slapped the waitress's butt!
- >"WHA- what is your problem?!" - I almost yelled out, containing myself and whispering over the table
- >"Problem? I've got no problem. I'm just enjoying myself. You know, this reminds me of the time Brad and I went to Hooters and-"
- >"Stop. Just... stop. I don't want to hear about Hooters. I don't want to hear about Brad. Just shut up." - I said, getting up and walking to the waitress
- >I needed to change my order, and give her an apology
- >Norman obviously wouldn't
- >I don't know what's wrong with him, but if he is going to act like this, it's better if we are both silent
- >Our food came, we ate, and soon came the time to leave
- >"Alright, lets see here." - he said - "Right. I pay this part, you pay that one."
- >"What?! I thought you were inviting me!" - I protested
- >"A man, pay for your food? What are you, an anti-feminist?!"
- >Knock Knock Knock
- >"Hey Tavi, you ok? You've been in there for over two hours now!"
- >Silence
- >"Right... if you come out soon, Pinkie could really use some help moving that huge cake."
- >Be Vinny
- >I simply do not get Tavi
- >One thing's for sure. She sure takes her sweet time on the throne...
- >Anyhow!
- >"1, 2, testing." - I said as I tapped the microphone - "DJ HU3-M4N IN DA HAUS!" - I then yelled into it as everyone covered their ears
- >Obviously out of pleasure overload from hearing my voice
- >"Did you REALLY need to get speakers THAT big?! I mean, we can hear you talk all the way across the room! Hell, my computer's speakers would have been enough!" - complained Rainbow Dash
- >"Hey, if I'm going to be doing my thing here, I'm going to do it right!" - I answered, crossing my arms
- >Then again, this wasn't so much a club as it was an oversized living room
- >With a shrug, I lowered the volume a tad bit
- >"MWAHAHAHA!"
- >What the-
- >"BWAHAHAHA -SNORT- HAHAHA!"
- >"What's that?" - asked Twilight, looking for the source of the laugh
- >"Sounds like someone laughing! Oh, wonder what they're laughing about! I bet it's really fun!" - added Pinkie, poking from the kitchen
- >"Hold on, I'll go check it out." - I said as I went upstairs
- >As I suspected, the laugh became stronger
- >Knocking on the door resulted in no response
- >"Hey Tavi, the toilet takes lots of crap from everyone already! Don't laugh at the poor guy!" - I yelled out, trying to get her attention
- >That apparently did it as the toilet was flushed, followed by the sound of someone washing their hands, that in turn followed by the door opening
- >"I'm sorry, I just remembered a very good joke." - she apologized
- >"Oh really?" - I answered sarcastically - "Tell me the joke."
- >At that moment, the sound of a door being slammed open rang through our ears
- >As we went downstairs, all we could see was Rarity standing at the entrance, completely drenched and smelling like Pepsi
- >"Trust me. It vas a very funny joke."
- >Be Twilight
- >"Er... uh, SURPRI-" - I yelled
- >"SHUT UP!" - yelled Rarity, taking a deep breath as she came inside
- >"Ugh... I'm sorry Twilight. Really am." - she said as she walked up to me and stopped herself from giving me a hug
- >"W-what happened to you?" - I asked, concerning her current state. At that moment, Norman stepped inside
- >"Why don't you ask HIM?!" - she yelled out - "I'll be upstairs taking a shower..."
- >At that moment, we all ran up to Norman, wondering what happened
- >"I don't know..." - he said
- >"What do you mean you don't know?!" - asked Rainbow Dash with a mix of anger and confusion
- >"I mean that I don't remember. All I know is that we went to a restaurant she wanted to go to, for some reason she was angry at me when we left, so I decided to take her see a movie. Next thing I know, we're getting kicked out and she's covered in pepsi!" - he answered
- >"Wait, you don't remember?" - I asked
- >"No! I just... blacked out!"
- >"Blacked out?" - I asked outloud, not really seeking an answer - "That's... really strange."
- >"Yeah well, ya better think of a way to apologize soon, or ah reckon she's gonna kick you out of here." - said Applejack, with a good point
- >"Right. Need to do something extra-special... Pink, how's the cake?" - asked Norman, heading towards the kitchen
- >"All done!" - she answered, skipping behind him
- >"Good, GOOD!" - he said, looking at it in its complete form. I have no idea how Pinkie managed to make a cake the size and shape of a real dress, but I've got to admire her skill
- >"Alright, Purple." - Norman called out to me - "Do you think you could write a spell on it so it can... I don't know, dance?"
- >With a smile, I answered - "Piece of cake."
- >Be Renate
- >This is just golden
- >A dancing cake
- >This can only end well
- >"Alright, spell is done." - said Twilight, having written a spell on the back of the dress-cake with a toothpick
- >"I set the spell so that the cake... er, dress, will move to the rythm of whatever song is playing." - she added
- >"Mind if ve test it zen?" - I proceeded to ask
- >"Sure, go ahead." - was Twilight's answer
- >And with that, I grabbed my cello and began playing a small piece http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaYbTPuon_w (Only until 3:10)
- >As if on cue, the cake-dress began to levitate and took the center of the living room, beginning to move to the rythm of Vivaldi
- >To be perfectly honest, it truly was something amazing to watch
- >Suddenly, the front door opened
- >It was Brad, coming back from the store with a bag full of pringles cans
- >"Hey guys, I'm back and- woah, is that a dancing cake?! BRADICAL!"
- >I swear to the ghosts of Manstein and Dönitz, if he ever says that word again, I'm ending him
- >"Alright sugarcube, seeing as the cake is doing its thing, ah think you should go get Rarity so we can have ourselves a darned party already!" - said Applejack, basically pushing Norman towards the stairs
- >"Vait." - I said, ending the piece, the cake floating back to its tray and regaining its original stance - "She may still be too angry at Norman, and him going up might make things vorst. Let me try."
- >"Sure, go ahead." - said Norman, as I got up from my chair and headed upstairs
- >Getting to Rarity's room, I knocked on the door
- >"Who is it?" - came through the door, a hint of anger still noticeable
- >"It's me, Octavia. Can I come in?" - I replied
- >Instead of an answer, the door was audibly unlocked. I took that as a 'yes' and walked in
- >Oh mein gott...
- >Having just gotten dressed after her shower, Rarity was about to brush her hair
- >No makeup
- >Free-flowing hair
- >All completed with a kind, aryan smile
- >For a second, I completely forgot why I had come up here
- >Be Renate
- >"Darling, are you alright?"
- >I need to do what I came here to do, and close my mouth before flies decide to rent space in there
- >"Er, ah, yes. I'm alright. We vere... uh, vondering if you vould like to come downstairs. Since zeres a no-longer-surprise party dass ve still want to throw for you." - I said, apparently having forgotten how to look people in the eyes when speaking. Or how to even speak properly
- >"Don't worry, I was planning on doing that. Just let me freshen up for a minute and I'll go down." - she said, to which I answered with a stupified nod before closing the door behind me
- >Returning downstairs, I let everyone know Rarity would be coming down soon, then went to talk to a bored-looking Alvina
- >"So, enjoying ze party?" - I asked jokingly
- >"Har har. You know, I wished they'd let me start blowing their minds BEFORE the birthday girl got here. Then I'd have something to do!" - she complained
- >"Hmmm, I've got an idea. How about you try to make ze cake-dress dance vhen she comes down? After all, ve already saw how it dances to Vivaldi. Lets see how it dances to Vinny."
- >I am never saying that nickname outloud again...
- >And so time was just spent waiting, until Rarity decided to come down
- >As she took step after step, all present began singing the "Happy Birthday" song
- >Be Writefag
- >Decide not to type out that damn song due to not wanting rectal perforation by the RIAA
- >Back to being Renate
- >"To the birthday girl, I'd first like to give an apology for any mistakes done today, and give her a present from Pink, Purple and myself." - said Norman, as the cake-dress was brought back to the living room, getting a surprised gasp from Rarity
- >"It even dances!" - exclaimed Pinkie, which Alvina took as her cue to begin playing one of her favorite songs for it
- >Levitating once more, the cake took center stage
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGow4nmYkkA#t=5m0s
- >Be Renate
- >Dear goodness, look at that cake go
- >Left, right, twist, turn, bend, split, that thing was trying its damndest to find good moves
- >And then it lost one of its sleeves, the cake section flying off and smacking Brad in the face, dropping him on his ass
- >"Oh no, stop the music, STOP THE MUSIC!" - yelled Norman, a little too late
- >It was happening
- >The cake tore itself apart, sections of the cake-dress flying off everywhere, everyone seeking cover where possible
- >After a minute since the song began, the spell cast upon the cake seemed to give up, as the cake simply exploded, covering anything that could be considered "clean" with sweet goodness
- >As everyone crept out of their hiding spots, Norman visible entered into damage control mode
- >Immediately, he hurried towards a cake-covered Rarity
- >"Oh God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was going to happen and I ju-" - Norman tried to apologize, removing pieces of cake from Rarity's clothing and hair, but was cut off by her palm pushing him away
- >"No. Just stop." - she said, her open palm turning becoming a finger pointing towards the door - "Just... just get out of my house."
- >"B-bu-" - he tried to respond as reality hit him
- >"OUT!" - she reiterated, her patience having being pushed beyond its limit by the events of that day
- >Norman left, defeated, with Twilight and Pinkie trying to cheer him up as he went home
- >Meanwhile, I stayed to help with the cleanup after Rarity locked herself in her room, tears forming in her eyes when she left
- >Returning home, I thought back on what had happened
- >Essentially, I had basically ruined, or atleast seriously soured, the relationship between Norman and Rarity
- >Meaning, I had succeeded in one of my objectives
- >Thinking further back on the original planning stage, I remembered almost feeling terrible for having her take the collateral of all this
- >Somehow...
- >Almost no longer applied
- >Be Norman
- >Got back home with Purple and Brad on tow
- >Oh christ, what happened?!
- >How did everything go so wrong?!
- >"Norman, listen to me. It's not as bad as you think; just let Rarity calm down, and then you can talk to her tomorrow or monday!" - I heard Purple say as I baww'd my eyes out on Brad's shoulder
- >"She's right." - said Brad as he patted me on the back - "You'll see that everything will be just fine." - he added finding no need to fly into the sunset and do a roll in the air while saying it
- >"BSHEDUNWNSHTSHATALSHKSHTOSHME!" - I let out incomprehensibly as every word was choked out as one by the knot in my throat
- >That was followed by Brad pushing me back and punching me across the face
- >"Better?" - he asked, hoping that knocked me out of my pitiful state
- >And it worked! That knocked me out of it
- >Out cold on the floor
- ---
- >Next day, Sunday morning
- >Went to Aryan Beauty's house to try and fix everything, with Brad and Purple hiding nearby in case I needed help
- >After knocking on the door, I was greeted by Aryan Beauty's little sister... er... what was her name?
- >Ah, right, Mini-Aryan
- >"Hi Norman." - she said - "You looking for Rarity?"
- >"Yes I am. Could you call her for me?" - I asked politely
- >"Sorry, she's not here." - she answered - "She went out with a friend about an hour ago."
- >"Huh, really? With whom?"
- >"Thank you so much for inviting me out here and letting me vent. You've no idea how much I needed that, and I didn't want to impose on poor Fluttershy."
- >"Its vas my pleasure."
- >Be Renate
- >Taking Rarity out to some fancy coffee shop after what happened yesterday appears to have been a good first step
- >"Excuse me ladies, may I recommend something to go with your coffee? We have a fine selection of pastries to choose from."
- >Based on the glare she gave to the waiter, resisting the urge for the cake served here seems to have been a good precaution as well
- >Be Rarity
- >Got to wonder, why did I never talk to this girl before?
- >I mean, she's been attending our school for two years now and I never spoke a word to her until recently
- >We share so many interests and she's such a nice person too!
- >"Say, you play in big, important events, right?" - I asked, interested in the music career she was aiming for
- >"I vouldn't call zem 'important' so much as 'extravagant', but yes." - she answered, giving me an idea
- >"Would you say that the people going to hear you play have an... interest in fashion?"
- >"Ha! Ja, you should see some of ze dresses ze frauen wear to concerts! Some look gut, others completely ridiculous."
- >Excellent
- >"Hmmm, sorry if I'm overstepping in here, but could I make you a dress for the next event you play in?" - I asked
- >For some reason, she became rather nervous before answering - "S-sure, I'd like das."
- >"Oh wonderful!" - I said - "I'll need to take your measurements though. Shouldn't take too long, and I can do it back home."
- ---
- >Be Renate
- >This was... incredibly awkward
- >"Ok, now stand still. Just need to take waist, bust, hip and arm sizes." - she said as she picked up a measuring tape
- >"Actually, I'd like it not to have sleeves. Zey get in ze way when playing, you see." - I countered
- >"Fair enough. I'll leave sleeves out of the design then."
- >This wasn't the first time I had had my measurements taken while only in my undergarments
- >Afterall, I'd have to get a new fancy dress from time to time to keep the pompous snobs from complaining
- >But having Rarity do it, her hands going around me as they measured my sizes, her fingers ocassionally touching usually-clothed areas of my body
- >It was weird
- >"And done!" - she said, her voice suddenly shaking me out of some trance I seemed to have gone into
- >"I'll sketch something up with these and show you later, ok?"
- >Monday morning
- >Be Renate
- >No major incidents, Norman being abused, de-spelled wig keeping me hidden from Alvina, the usual
- >And as usual, got to my locker to get my books
- >... only to find a box with cake-covered underwear inside
- >"Oh wow! I knew you liked to strip at clubs, but I didn't know you had a food fetish too! Just how much of a pervet ARE you?!" - said someone behind me, loud enough for the entire hall to hear
- >Sunset
- >Fucking
- >Shimmer
- >"Now listen you-" - I said, moving right up to her face before she pulled back with a grossed-out look on her face
- >"Stay away from me you pervert! I don't want you to infect me and make me fuck ice cream!" - she said as she walked off, cackling
- >Those on the hallway laughed
- >Outloud
- >In whispers
- >But they laughed
- >And once more, the whispering, the pointing, all came back as before
- >That's it
- >That is fucking it
- >Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my book and a marker
- >Looking through the book, I find what I was looking for, writing a schwarze sonne on my arm, embedding it with a few runes
- >Pushing my way through the crowd in the hall, I saw Sunset walking into the bathroom
- >As I walked in, there she was, fixing her hair and adding some makeup
- >"SUNSET!" - I yelled, my rage prohibiting me from thinking of anything else
- >"Well will you look at you. What's the matter? Did the panties not fit?" - she said, mocking me, not even changing he focus from her own reflection
- >No words needed to be said, as I rushed her, pulling at both her hair and her jacket
- >"GAH! GET OFF ME YOU BITCH!" - she yelled, pushing me back and scratching my face with her nails
- >"YOU WANT TO FIGHT HUH?!" - she yelled as I rushed her, with an ace up my sleeve
- >"FRIEREN!" - with that, the black sun on my arm cast its spells, freezing Sunset in place, only allowing her to move her eyes as I pushed her to the wall
- >Turning her around, I removed her jacket and ripped off her shirt, exposing her back
- >Pulling out my marker, I got to work
- >Tuesday, lunch time
- >Be Norman
- >Aryan Beauty still won't talk to me...
- >"I need to find Yellow and see if she can help me get back on her good side." - I told Purple as we walked to the cafeteria
- >"I get that. It's weird though. Rarity is usually really forgiving."
- >"Yeah well, I think I managed to piss her off too much." - I answered as we sat next to Brad
- >" 'ey guys, 'oy are ya?" - said Brad
- >"... what the fuck did you just say?" - I ask, unable to understand anything through that thick accent
- >" Oi said, 'owaya?" - he answered
- >"Brad, you feeling ok?" - asked Purple
- >"Oi fale gran'!" - he answered, still with that thick accent
- >Looking at Purple, I saw her worried expression, not knowing what was wrong
- >I shrugged and notched it up to Brad being Brad
- >"Say Brad, have you seen Yellow?"
- >"Aye. she's outside, by de benches. Apparently she foun' sum dag sleepin' dare." - he answered as he took a bite out of a... potato
- >"By de way." - he added - "Oi 'eard Sunny Shimmy disappeared. Naw wan 'as seen 'er since yesterday."
- >"Woah, really?!" - I replied in surprise
- >"Aye. Sum people 'eard 'er screamin' in de gaff av wax, but that's it." - he said
- >"Gaff... av... wax... right. Well, see ya Brad. Need to find Yellow." - I said, heading to the exit
- >"I'll stay here with Brad. Try to figure out what's wrong." - said Purple, to which I nodded
- >"Hi Yellow!" - I said, apparently startling her - "What are you doing?"
- >"Oh, um, hi Norman. I was uh... trying to get this dog out from under the bench. Poor thing looks hungry and terrified!"
- >"And what's the problem? Why don't you just pull it out?" - I asked
- >"Well... it keeps trying to bite me whenever I get close..." - she said weakly
- >"Not a problem. Allow me." - I said, taking off my jacket and wrapping the sleeves around my arms, making an improvised bag
- >Kneeling down, I thrusted forward, catching the dog before it could try to run
- >I then noticed it was a she
- >"Bright-orange Corgi GET!" - I said outloud
- >Be Norman
- >"GAHFUCKINGDOGAHHHMYARM!"
- >I'm currently being mauled by a dog
- >"No! Bad dog! Bad dog!" - yelled Yellow softly, glaring at the dog
- >Somehow, that was enough to get it off me and to make it lay on the floor whimpering
- >"Thanks Yellow... goddamn, that's going to leave a mark." - I said, checking over my arm
- >No blood or wound, but that'll still hurt for a while
- >"Ow... Anyway, Yellow. I wanted to ask if you could help me with the Aryan Beauty. She still won't talk to me."
- >"Yes, I can do that." - she answered - "But, um, could you help me find this little guy's owner?"
- >"Little girl. And sure, not a problem." - I answered as we walked back inside
- >Almost immediately, the Corgi jumped off Yellow's arms and ran up to Brad, rubbing his leg
- >"Woah dare wee dag!" - was Brad's response, as the corgi gave him puppy eyes
- >"D'aaaw, ain't yer juicy? Cum 'ere." - he added, putting her on his lap
- >Almost as if she considered Brad's choice of words to be off-putting, the corgi jumped off
- >Instead, she attempted to open Brad's backpack by pulling the zipper with her teeth
- >"Stop that, you!" - whispered Yellow in a relatively loud tone
- >Ignoring her, the corgi succesfully opened the backpack, stealing a notebook and running off
- >" 'ey, gie dat back!" - yelled Brad as a chase ensued
- >Said chase lasted less than a minute
- >"Where'd she go?" - asked Fluttershy, getting her answer a few seconds later
- >The corgi walked up to us, notebook open, with what appeared to be "SS" written with mud on a random page
- >Purple was the first one to make a connection - "Sunset Shimmer?"
- >She then got on her knees - "Do you know where she is?"
- >"Purple... She's not going to answer you. She's a dog." - I said, feeling I had to point it out
- >"So is Spike, and you've talked to him before." - she answered, making a fair point
- >The dog then barked, which Purple took as a yes - "Ok, where is she?"
- >The corgi sat in place, giving Purple big, puppy eyes. Then it hit her
- >"Sunset?"
- >Be Twilight
- >We went to the Library after class to try and figure out what happened to Sunset Shimmer
- >"I just don't get it... magic was definitely used here. But from what I understand, no one besides me knows magic in this world." - I pondered outloud
- >"But didn't you have to write the spell on me those times you turned me into a pony?" - asked Norman, making a good observation
- >"Yes. And that's just the thing. I CAN'T FIND any spell written on her!" - I said, picking up Corgi Shimmer, passing my fingers through her fur, nothing written on it, nor able to see anything on the skin underneath
- >"Then why not give her a bath, or shave her and try to find it?" - suggested Norman. Corgi Shimmer just growled at him though
- >"Well, we could definitely give that a try..."
- >Be Renate
- >With classes over, I headed to Rarity's house as she wanted me to see the sketches she'd made
- >Only major incident was dealing with Brad after he refused to stop saying that... that word
- >"Totally BRADICAL!"
- >Dammit brain, never bring that up again
- >Regardless, he'll probably thank me later
- >Not many fully appreciate their heritage, possibly due to never experiencing it like he is now
- >Arriving at Rarity's house, I knocked on the door
- >"Ah darling, you're here. Please come i- oh my goodness, what happened to you?!" - she asked in shock, seeing the scars on my face
- >"Got in a little fight yesterday. It's nothing to vorry about." - I answered with a smile - "Though if you've got something to cover it up vith, I'd appreciate it."
- >"Oh definitely. But please, step inside." - she said
- >As soon as I got in, she handed me a folder with five different designs in it
- >"Well, what do you think?" - she asked as I looked at each one of them
- >Whilst they were all quite different from one another, one thing was for certain
- >They all had atleast one flashy, obvious element to them
- >"Er... don't you think they're too... extravagant?" - I asked
- >"Hahaha, don't be silly."
- >Be Norman
- >Almost lost a few fingers trying to shave Corgi Shimmer in my backyard
- >Had Brad and Purple not been holding her down, I might just have
- >I could almost guarantee I was going to get plenty of shit once she changed back to normal
- >Regardless, with that done, Brad held up the dog while Twilight looked her over for any markings
- >"There!" - she let out, pointing to the corgi's back, right below the neck
- >That particular spot had in itself been covered by black fur before being shaved off. Clever hiding spot
- >"What is that?" - I asked, looking at some sort of circle filled with lines
- >"I'ts a rune." - answered Purple - "But I've never seen one like THAT before."
- >"Well, what are you waiting for? Wash it off. That should do it, right?" - I asked
- >Without saying a word, she went into my house, coming back out with a wet sponge and a bar of soap
- >Washing off the rune was easy enough, as it appeared to have been written with just a pen or a marker
- >And nothing happened
- >"That is bad... That is really, really bad." - said Purple starting to pace around
- >"What's de matter?" - asked Brad
- >"Unless she's on some sort of timer, she should have reverted back to her normal self. And I don't know what that rune was, or which spell was used on her." - she answered, continuing to pace nervously around the yard
- >I didn't like where this was going
- >"If we don't find whomever did this to her, and if she's not on a timer, then that means she'll stay a dog... permanently."
- >"Shoite!" - was Brad's response
- >Be Renate
- >I managed to convince Rarity to make her designs less... flamboyant
- >I felt bad for a moment, assuming she'd have to redo them all over, but she reassured me they would only need a few touches with an eraser
- >In my opinion, her revised work was much better
- >After all, simplicity works best for this kind of thing
- >Reviweing them again, choosing one was easy
- >A simple one, seemingly inspired by modern chinese designs, and in a pleasing prussian blue
- >Wednesday Morning
- >Be Renate
- >Like every schoolday, I went to grab my things from my locker
- >However, as I looked for the books I needed, my wig got caught on the inner edges of the locker and fell off
- >"Stop right there, Renate Pfeiffer! The Great And Talented Trixie wishes to have a word with you!" - said Trixie as she approached me, instantly justifying my purchase a thousand times over
- >Gathering my wits and patience, I turned to look at her - "Ja, Trixie? Vhat can I do for you?"
- >"Trixie's Rich and Important parents heard you play in your last concert and were genuinely impressed with your skill. Now they want to give you the privilege of playing for them and their Gracious and Influential friends in their next party. What do you say?"
- >That was better than I expected
- >"Vell, I don't have anything scheduled for the next month, so I probably can."
- >"Excellent! Trixie is pleased to hear that. I will let you know the exact time and day soon, but for now, ta ta!" - she said, strutting off to class
- >"Actually..." - I said, stopping her in her tracks, a thought popping in my mind - "If I do zis, could you do me a favor?"
- >"A favor, eh? And just what would you want Trixie to do for you?"
- >"Just an invitation. For a friend."
- >"Ha! Is that it? Consider it done. Trixie will get that for you."
- >Be Twilight
- >"Lets try this..."
- >Writing another nullifier spell on Corgi Shimmer, I once more tried to revert her back
- >With no effect
- >"Oh Celestia, what's missing?! What am I doing wrong?!"
- >As I said that, the bell rang, signaling the first class of the day
- >"Oh no, I'm late! Find somewhere to hide in here Sunset. I'll be back during lunch time and keep trying!"
- >Be Corgi Shimmer
- >Holy fucking shit, these stupid jackasses are getting nowhere
- >And stay here? Bitch please, I'm finding that stupid nazi cunt and biting her fucking face off!
- >Following the dumb purple bitch, I snuck out the library before the door closed behind her
- >Time to find the kraut
- BeTwilight
- >Lunch Time
- >Returning to the library, I couldn't find Sunset anywhere
- >"Sunset? Sunset!" - I yelled out, running outside
- >Oh no, where did she go?!
- >Be Corgi Shimmer
- >Come out, come out, wherever you are
- >There you are you pretty, pretty princess
- >Oh, eating alone by the football field, are you?
- >Hehehehe...
- >"WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!"
- >FEEL THE PAIN, BITCH!
- >Be Twilight again
- >Barking
- >There is barking on the football field!
- >I immediately ran there as fast as I could
- >When I arrived, the barking continued, and I quickly found it to be coming from the stands
- >As I approached, I saw someone had picked her up, holding her at arms length
- >"Reallt, Sunset? Really?" - said the person in question - "You realize zere's a reason you're a corgi and not, say, a pitbull or dobermann."
- >"WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!"
- >"Save it." - she said, as I managed to identify her as... Octavia?
- >"Since you decided to be an unartig mädel, lets see how you like being covered by a thousand ticks." - said Octavia, placing Sunset under her arm, the corgi unable to do much except bark and shake her stubby legs
- >"Put her down!" - I yelled, going up the stairs - "Octavia... did you do this to her?!"
- >"Twilight?!" - she stated in surprise - "Vell, ja. I did. Vhy? Don't tell me you care about this mistvieh?"
- >"I don't know what that is, but what I do know is that you can't go around turning people into animals! Change her back this instant!" - I demanded
- >"Vhy should I? Everyone's glad she's gone, and she's nothing more than an abusive, horrible person. I zink zis is fair punishment for her, ja?"
- >"Punishment?! PUNISHMENT?! You can't use magic to 'punish' people because you don't like them! That's downright evil!" - I yelled out in anger
- >"Really now? Then tell me. Vhat are you going to do if I don't change her back?"
- >Looking at my options, I realized I had only one
- >"Then I challenge you to a magic duel!"
- >Be Renate
- >I have been challenged to a magic duel at the school's football field
- >"Alright, vhat are your rules?" - I asked my slavic opponent
- >"We will each go to separate ends of the field and prepare our spells within a given time limit. After that limit is done, we will fight until one of us can't go on, and the other will be the winner. We will not take this beyond the field to avoid getting anyone else involved or damaging the school. Since I made the challenge, you get to choose the starting time limit."
- >Wunderbar
- >"Very vell." - I said, dropping Sunset and taking out a pen - "Once ve're both at our ends of the field, ve'll have one minute."
- >Be Twilight
- >One minute
- >Is she serious?
- >That gives each of us time to prepare three, maybe four spells
- >I shouldn't need more than that to beat her
- >As I walked to my side of the field, I carefully thought which spells I'd need
- >Lets see, a speed spell and levitation spell would come in real handy to help me avoid whatever she throws at me and outflank her at the same time
- >Firing magic blasts will also be good to have, and if time permits, a shield spell
- >As I reached my starting position, I looked at Octavia on the other side, readying my pen
- >"START!" - I yelled, as both of us began writing on our arms
- >In 15 seconds, I managed to finish the speed spell
- >In 20 more, I had completed the levitation spell
- >With 10 seconds remaining, I finished the magic blast spell and immediately got to work on the shield
- >However, I couldn't finish it in time, made obvious by the green blast of magic heading my way
- >With my newfound speed and levitation, I managed to avoid it easily, and focused on evading as I tried to finish the shield spell
- >Ten seconds over the limit, I managed to do it
- >"Alright, lets do this!" - I yelled, charging into combat
- >From what I could see, Octavia had cast a speed spell on herself as well, but no levitation
- >Combined with her magic blast, that was two spells of at-most four
- >Be Twilight
- >This is turning out easier than I expected
- >When she fires her magical blasts at me, I can just duck and weave, flying out of their way with speed and ease
- >When I fire at her though, she has to run and guess, since the shots are coming from above
- >"Give up! I have years of experience with magic! You can't beat me! Just turn Sunset back to normal!" - I yelled as I chased her down the field
- >However, she suddenly stopped and turned around, shooting another blast at relatively close range
- >"Gah!" - I let out as I cast my magic shield, blocking the attack
- >She just stood there with a grin though, arms crossed and all
- >Before I could wonder what she was doing, I heard a fizzling sound behind me
- >Turning around, I barely had time to cast my shield again as every shot she had missed hit it in one intense, horrendous volley, the last one breaking the spell and throwing me to the ground
- >Did... did they turn around and home in on me?!
- >"You know vhat happened ze last time ze deutschen vere underestimated?" - she asked, as I tried to get up - "Blitzkrieg."
- >With a sweep of her arm, the ground burst upwards, a wave of dirt and rock rapidly passing underneath me as the ground was torn asunder, just barely managing to get in the airi n time to avoid it
- >Ok, so she used a homing spell on her magic attacks, and some sort of earth manipulation spell
- >That's four now, all she's got
- >"I swear, I don't want to hurt you. Just give up!" - I yelled once more, trying to get her to surrender
- >"Hmmm, nein." - she answered, joining her hands, forming a larger magical blast than those before
- >Assuming it would be another homing attack, I cast my shield just as she fired it off
- >However, instead of homing in or hitting me directly, it completely missed, going past me
- >Only to explode behind me, once more knocking me to the ground
- >Somehow, despite its size, it wasn't as strong as all the other shots
- >However, I soon found out I couldn't levitate anymore
- >I couldn't levitate anymore
- >When I tried to cast it again, I found that the spell I'd written was gone
- >A dispelling attack
- >Thats... five now
- >HOW?! Neither of us have had time to perpare more spells!
- >"Liebe Twilight, you may have more experience vith magic zan me, but das doesn't mean you're better zan me!" - said Octavia as she clenched her fist, making it glow with an intense, green hue
- >With her speed enchantment, she immediately closed the distance between us, forcing me to recast my shield once more, her fist impacting with it with a loud BANG
- >BANG
- >BANG
- >BANG
- >Octavia punched and swiped with amazing speed, forcing me further and further back with each impact on my shield
- >Until I countered
- >Timing the delay between hits, I cast a magical blast right as she punched, hitting her in the stomach and blasting her back a good ten meters from me
- >That magical punch was her sixth spell now...
- >"Dear Celestia, how is she doing that?!" - I said outloud as I used this chance to catch my breath
- >That did not last long, however, as Octavia swiped her arm once more, generating another wave from the ground, in my direction, using said wave to get on her feet in an instant, if hunched over and holding her stomach in pain
- >I couldn't levitate to avoid that anymore
- >Using my speed enchantment however, I was able to get out of its way
- >This was my chance
- >If I could knock her out now that she was wounded, I could end this
- >Immediately, I began running towards her, charging up a magical blast which I would deliver at point-blank to finally end this fight
- >That is, until she suddenly threw a rock in my direction
- >"GRANATE!" - she yelled, the rock exploding into a green fireball between the two of us
- >Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, but so is her
- >Seven
- >Seven spells!
- >Slowly, we both get up
- >As she does, she keeps holding her stomach in pain. I think I did serious damage there
- >However, having landed on a rock, on my left arm, wasn't good either
- >I'm not sure if it was due to the adrenaline, or because of the shock of the damage being so recent, but one thing was for certain
- >I couldn't feel my left arm, and the unnatural angle in which it was bent told me quite clearly that it was broken
- >"L-LETS F-FI-FINISH ZIS!" - I heard Octavia yell to the top of her lungs as she gathered all her strengths just to stand straight
- >"W-Wait! Stop, we're both badly hurt!" - I yelled in response - "J-just stop before this gets out of hand!"
- >"Vhat, just because you're losing you vant to stop?! Los! LOS! YOU STARTED ZIS! YOU SAY I CAN'T VIN BECAUSE OF INEXPERIENCE! PROVE IT! BEAT ME!" - she continued yelling - "DO IT OR I'LL FINISH ZIS MYSELF!"
- >As she raised her right arm, her hand clenched into a fist, I noticed it began to glow once more
- >Again, I prepared to cast my shield, suspecting she would charge at me again
- >But no... instead, a whirlwind started forming around her as I felt a large concentration of magic gathering in her fist
- >What was she doing?!
- >"LOS! MERGE YOUR SPELLS! HIT ME VITH ZE BEST YOU'VE GOT!" - she yelled once more, as if waiting for something
- >Merging spells?! What is she talking about?! Spells can't be 'merged'!
- >I did not answer. I didn't know HOW to answer that
- >My lack of response, however, seemed to fuel an inner rage
- >"FINE!" - she yelled once more, slamming her fist into the ground
- >Next to Princess Celestia's own spells, I'd never seen such a bright flash
- >Straining to look at Octavia, I could only see the ground exploding into a massive wave of rock and dirt, propelled by a green, magical force
- >I wouldn't be able to avoid it
- >I couldn't levitate
- >It was moving in every direction
- >And I couldn't run
- >When the wave reached me a few seconds after her fist hit the ground
- >Everything went dark
- "Huh? Hey... HEY, she's waking up!"
- >"Purple?! Purple, can you hear me?!"
- >"Twily!"
- >Be Twilight
- >"Where... where am I?" - I asked, waking up to an uncomfortably-well-lit white room
- >"You're in the hospital sugarcube. Gotta say, you got here in really rough shape." - I heard Applejack say somewhere in the room
- >I didn't try to find from where. Quite simply, I didn't have the strength to even move my head to do that
- >"Hospital... Hospital! Octavia! Where's Octavia?!" - I said outloud, straining my throat in the process
- >"She's fine darling, don't worry. Tavi is alright." - I heard Rarity say from some other part of the room - "She got you out of... well, what used to be the football field. Carried you all the way to the school's main building."
- >"Used to be?" - I asked weakly, confused as to what had happened in the end
- >"Yeah, someone set up plenty of bombs over at the football field." - I heard Norman say - "The police are blaming the Chechens, for some reason. The point is, Purple, we're all happy you're fine."
- >With that, Norman came into my view, pulling me up and giving me a hug. As he did, I was able to see everyone else there. Rarity, Applejack, Dash, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and even Brad, all joining into what had become a group hug
- >And pressing on my arm
- >"OW! Owowowowow!"
- >"Oops! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" - I heard many of them say as they backed up
- >At that moment, a doctor entered the room
- >"Ah, Miss Sparkle, so good to have you with us again." - said the doctor - "You came to us in pretty bad shape, but to be honest, it looked worse than it really was. Broken left arm, broken femur on your left leg, and numerous burns. After seeing the damage those bombs did on the news, I'd say you got pretty lucky."
- >"What happened to Octavia?" - I asked
- >"Don't worry. Miss Pfeiffer came in better shape than you. A few broken ribs and numerous burns, but nothing too serious." - he answered - "Anyhow, we're going to have to keep you here for a few days."
- Be Twilight
- >Friday morning, getting let go later today
- >Norman and Applejack will be coming over later to pick me up
- >They're bringing an old-but-working wheelchair that Granny Smith used before getting her hip operation
- >Judging by the need to stick a pencil into the arm and leg casts whenever I had an itch though, I could already tell the next couple of weeks would be annoying
- >But for now, I could just lean back on the bed and relax while I waited, enjoying the yogurt one of the nurses had brought
- >Until someone knocked on the door
- >"Come in." - I said, taking a spoonful
- >As the door opened, I almost choked on the yogurt
- >"Octavia?!"
- >"Hallo Twilight. How are you doing?" - she asked in a completely casual manner
- >"What do you want?" - I asked
- >"I don't vant anything. Just making sure you're vell." - she answered - "But if I vere to vant something, it'd be to make sure dass zere are no hard feelings regarding vednesday."
- >"Hard feelings? Oh no, of course not, it's not like you sent us both to the hospital or anything!" - I yelled at her
- >"Hey, you challenged me. I von. Fair is fair."
- >"But you cheated!" - I yelled again - "There's no way you could have prepared so many spells in just a minute!"
- >"Just because my method is faster zan yours doesn't mean I cheated." - she answered calmly - "But anyvay, just vanted to make sure you vere alright. Ze doctors just let me go, and I'd rather go lay down on my own bed now. Lebewohl."
- >"Wait." - I said, stopping her as she turned to leave - "I'd like to know one thing."
- >"Hmm? And vhat ist das?" - she asked
- >"Rarity said you carried me out of the field, looking for help. Why?"
- >"Because, Twilight, despite vhat you may zink of me, I'm not a bad person." - she said, turning to leave once more before something stopped her
- >"Ah, almost forgot." - she said, pulling out a marker and walking towards me, writing on my leg cast
- >Gute Besserung! -Renate
- >Be Norman
- >Something made Purple really upset
- >I'm thinking it has to do with not being able to go to the school's library, seeing as the police and feds have the whole place in lockdown while they look into what happened
- >Purple did ask me if she and her dog could stay with us for a few days though, to which my parents seemed to have no problem with
- >As long as we didn't stay up until five in the morning playing COD, that is
- >I sure wonder if her dog and Corgi Shimmer will get along though
- >Probably not, but it'll definitely be fun to watch
- >As I entered my room and let myself drop on my bed, I found Purple was still in the same place she was before I left, still on Granny Smith's old wheelchair instead of making herself comfortable on either my bed or the mattress we had pulled over for her, still reading the same magic book
- >"Hey Purple, mom wants to know if you'll be able to go down for dinner or if you want me to bring it up to you." - I said, waiting for an answer
- >None came
- >"Purple?"
- >Once more, no response
- >Getting up, I took a few steps towards her and began snapping my fingers right between her face and the book - "Earth to Purple, please respond, over!"
- >That got her attention
- >"Hmm? Oh, sorry. What is it?" - she said, turning to look at me
- >"Mom wants to know if you want your dinner brought up." - I repeated
- >"Sure, tha'ts fine." - she answered, immediately returning to her book
- >Oh come on
- >Grabbing the book by the middle, I pulled it away from her, closing it with a snap
- >"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" - she yelled at me, trying to punch me as I backed away from the wheelchair
- >"Look, I know you're mad you can't go to the library anymore, but you've got to relax sometime. Hell, classes got cancelled this week, next week, and if the feds aren't done looking for bombs and studying the crater by then, probably the week after that! Trust me, right now we CAN afford to forget about school and responsability, atleast for a while."
- "GIVE IT BACK!" - she yelled again, making me sigh
- >"I'll give it back if you explain to me what the big problem is. Is it the library? We can go to the public one tomorrow if you want. Is it about Sunset? Look, I respect your dedication but you told me yourself that you can't do anything until we find the person who did this to her." - I said, sitting on the bed, placing the book next to me
- >"That's the whole thing! I KNOW who it was! Octavia turned her into a dog, and Celestia knows what else she's done!" - she said, apparently breaking my brain for a second
- >"... what." - was pretty much my answer - "Would you mind explaining?"
- >"Alright, alright." - she said, rubbing her temples. I'm guessing a headache was setting in
- >"I found her with Sunset on wednesday. Octavia was talking to her, bragging about the type of animal she'd turned her into, and I'm guessing she was about to put another spell on her too." - said Purple, her words alone keeping me silent and listening
- >"Norman... those weren't bombs going off in the football field. Those were Octavia and me. I challenged her to a magic duel, trying to get her to change Sunset back to normal. And... and she beat me." - she said, her voice shaking near the end
- >For a moment, she covered her face with her hands in shame as my mind processed all of this
- >But then an important thought popped up
- >"Hold on... since when can Octavia do magic?!"
- >"I-I don't know. Not only could she do magic, but her technique was better, her strategy was better, and she did some things I didn't think were possible..." - said Purple, looking depressed
- >If I had to guess, I'd say that was the look of someone with a shattered pride
- >Her expression changed, as if a thought occurred to her
- >"Norman... I'd never do anything to get you into trouble, but I want to know if you can do me a favor." - she said, waiting for my answer
- >"Uhh, I guess?" - I replied, unsure what she wanted
- >Taking a long, deep breath, she started talking
- >"I need- no, I HAVE to know how she did it. How she beat me, how she managed to get more spells ready than I did during the duel, how she even learned magic in the first place!" - she said, pausing for a moment
- >Definitely did not like where this was going
- >"I want you to..." - she said, pausing again, apparently having difficulty getting her request out
- >"I want you to break into her home and look for any book about magic she may have."
- >"Spellbooks, guides, anything related to magic. I need to find a way to counter it in order to return Sunset back to normal, and undo anything else she's already done or planning to do."
- >To say that I was shocked by her request would be putting it lightly
- >Purple is quite possibly the biggest goody-two-shoes I know, and I mean that in the best way possible
- >For her to ask me to basically commit a crime, she had to think this was extremely serious
- >"I... need a second to think it over." - was my answer
- >Be Norman
- >In the end, I decided I would do it, or atleast give it a try
- >If Octavia caught me... well, I don't think she'd call the cops. Maybe
- >However, just to be extra sure, I asked Brad to help me out
- >"Here we are. Tennpenny Heights." - I said, looking at the large and fancy apartment building infront of us
- >"Lets jist stop standin' raun. Cum on." - said Brad. I really hope he decides to drop that stupid irish accent soon
- >Getting inside was no problem, seeing as the guards were just there in case someone started trouble
- >Going up the elevator or stairs, however, was a different issue
- >Both the elevators and doors to the stairs seemed to require either a password or an ID to open
- >"So... what now?" - I asked, trying to think of what to do
- >Brad beat me to it
- >"Oi got it. Wait 'ere." - he said as he went to talk to the receptionist
- >"Excuse me, cud yer unlock de elevator for me mucker an' oi?"
- >"I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that. Access to rooms is only for residents and their guests." - answered the receptionist
- >"Canny yer make an excepshun? Our mucker Renate jist got oyt av de 'ospital an' we want ter make sure she's gran' so." - said Brad
- >The receptionists conflicted expression, however, seemed to indicate good news
- >"Oh... yes, I heard what happened to Miss Pfeiffer. Poor girl... Oh, alright, I'll make an exception just this once." - she said, walking out from behind her desk and towards the elevator
- >Dammit Brad, stop being so cool!
- >"Bradical, t'anks!"
- >That wasn't a serious request, faget
- >Making sure to cover the keypad fully, the receptionist entered a 6-digit password, ordering one of the elevators to come down, a door opening soon after
- >"There you go boys. Please don't cause any trouble." - she said, leaving us and going back to her spot
- >Entering the elevator, I pressed the button for the eigth floor, patting Brad on the back
- >DING
- >We reached the eigth floor
- >With no one on the halls, we calmly walked towards Octavia's apartment
- >"Ok, you keep an eye out while I try to lockpick the door." - I said, Brad acknowledging with a nod
- >I immediately got to work with my screwdriver and boby pin
- >On an electronic ID lock
- >FUCK!
- >"We need a new plan..."
- >"Hmmm, ah've got it!"
- ---
- >Why the hell did I agree to this?
- >"ROI! LEF! ROI! LEF!"
- >Currently, we were scaling up the backside of the building with nothing more than two picks each that Brad went home to pick up from his dad's climbing gear
- >Somehow, it took me until we were between the fourth and fifth floors to truly realize how terrible an idea this was
- >"ROI! LEF! ROI! LEF!" - Brad kept barking as we slowly but surely reached our destination
- >I genuinely kneeled down and kissed the floor once we reached the Octavia's balcony
- >"Gran' so, lets go inside." - said Brad, opening the unlocked balcony door and entering the living room area
- >Once in, I quietly walked around, taking a look everywhere, refamiliarizing myself with the place
- >Bathroom, living room, kitchen, and what's in here?
- >Opening the last door available, I took a peek inside and barely stopped myself from slamming it shut
- >"Waaat's de matter." - asked Brad as I slowly opened the door again to let him see
- >Bedroom
- >More importantly, with a sleeping Octavia inside
- >The two of us just stood there at the door, looking around in doubt
- >"So, waaat chucker we chucker?" - asked Brad. I assumed he asked should do now
- >As he asked, I noticed the open pill bottle on Octavia's table, remembering she'd broken some ribs
- >Painkillers
- >If she had taken some before going to sleep, she'd be out cold for a while
- >"We look out here first. Make sure to check every single spot. If we don't find anything, we'll come look in here." - I said, lightly pushing Brad back and slowly closing the door
- >Taking a second to breath, we began our search for any magic-looking book we could find
- >Searching around the apartment, we made absolutely sure that everything was returned to its proper order
- >Ordered books back to bookshelves
- >Spread-out books back to wherever they were
- >Closed drawers back to being closed
- >Open drawers left open
- >Octavia's backpack placed back on the couch
- >We found ourselves with a rather interesting problem during our search, though
- >Every single book
- >Every single magazine
- >Every single thing with words on it, except for those inside her backpack, were in german
- >"Brad, any idea on how we're supposed to identify any magic books if everything is in german?" - I asked, turning around to look for Brad
- >And failing to find him...
- >"Brad?" - I asked, pacing around momentarily before a door open
- >The bedroom door
- >With Brad coming out, pulling up his zipper...
- >"What the hell were you doing in there?" - I asked with what was quite possible the most horrified expression I've ever had on my face
- >"Oi needed ter use 'er gaff av wax." - he answered
- >"Gaff av wax?! The hell is a gaff av wa- the bathroom?! Is that what it is?!"
- >"Aye, waaat else wud oi be doin' dare?"
- >Facepalming nonstop, I pointed him to the guest bathroom door, right next to the couch
- >After inflicting enough self-punishment, I took a look around
- >We'd basically covered everything already
- >"Well..." - I said - "I guess there's just one place left
- >Once more, we went into Octavia's room, walking slowly and with extreme care to avoid making any sort of noise
- >Using hand signals, I told Brad to look in the closet while I searched in her drawers
- >As soon as he nodded in confirmation, we got to work
- >I felt like an absolute pervert as I saw the underwear in the top ones
- >Making sure there wasn't anything hidden underneath them was even worse
- >Thankfully, Brad whistled in my direction, making me turn around to see him holding a black book and the box it had been in, giving me a thumbs up
- >"Tavi, you home?" - we heard as the front door beeped
- >Oh shit...
- >"Tavi?"
- >The sound of the front door closing and approaching footsteps might as well have been that of a shotgun being cocked
- >Our reaction was fitting enough for both sounds
- >Said reaction being, of course, to hide in the bathroom
- >As I gently closed the door behind me, I noticed the Brad had not only brought the book he'd shown me, but the whole freaking box
- >"What are you doing?! Leave that outside!" - I whispered
- >"Naw. Dare were galore av books inside along wi' dis wan. They might be useful!"
- >As soon as we heard the bedroom door open, we held our breaths
- >"Oh boy. Guess she's was still pretty tired. Well, lets see if I can cook up something." - we heard the DJ girl say from the other side of the door
- >With the door closing and footsteps moving away, we could breathe once more
- >Taking a peek outside, I tried to think of what to do
- >"Ok, Brad, we might be able to get ou- ...what are you doing?" - I asked, just staring at him as he sprayed Octavia's perfume all over himself
- >"We nade ter cover ourselves we 'er scent. 'tis de only way we'll blend in wi' our surroundings an' escape."
- >That piece of ingenuity apparently triggered break time in my brain
- >Walking up to the sink, I took off my hat, turned the cold water handle slightly and washed my face
- >How did I get myself in this mess?
- >Taking a moment to think, I grabbed my hat, putting it back on
- >"Follow me." - I said, slowly walking outside, back into the bedroom
- >Once there, we waited for a second to make sure Octavia wasn't waking up
- >She wasn't
- >With the utmost care, I opened the bedroom door, peeking outside
- >Whilst I couldn't see the kitchen, I could hear water boiling, vegetables being cut on a plastic plate, and DJ-girl humming some song
- >Dammit
- >If she was here to take care of Octavia, we would not have anything remotely close to a clear shot at getting out
- >We had to take a risk
- >I went out first, heading right for the couch
- >Hiding next to it, I took a peek towards the kitchen
- >From where I was, I could see DJ-girl in the there, with her headphones on
- >If we could avoid making noise, we could get out of here
- >Signaling Brad, he came right over
- >Taking another peek, I saw her still occupied with preparing food, and decided to take this chance to plot out an escape route
- >From where I was, the safest course of action seemed to be to crawl towards the dinner table, hugging the couch
- >After that, we'd try to stick right next to the kitchen counter, which would cover us if she decided to turn around
- >By pointing to the locations and making simple hand gestures, Brad seemed to understand the plan and agreed
- >Seeing as he had the box, I went ahead
- >Crawling through the living room was a simple manner
- >Reaching the other end of the couch, I eyed the kitchen once more, making sure there was no movement coming from there
- >Confirming none, I began crawling towards the dinner table, with Brad right behind
- >As soon as I got there however, we began hearing dubstep
- >That meant only one thing
- >She took off her headphones
- >"What is that smell?" - she said, walking out of the kitchen, forcing Brad to go back to cover and made me hide under the table
- >Dammit Brad, why'd you have to put on that perfume!
- >As she came out of the kitchen though, she didn't go towards Brad
- >She came towards me
- >Brad and I could do naught but watch as our end approached
- >Until a door opened, followed by a yawn
- >"Tavi! You're awake!" - said DJ-girl, walking towards the bedroom
- >"What are you doing out of bed? You're still recovering." - she said, entering the room, apaprently pushing Octavia in
- >This was our chance
- >With a speed to make Blue turn green with jealousy, both Brad and I got up and out of our hiding spots
- >Despite our rush, we made sure to be as silent as possible with the door
- >Opening the door, I let Brad out first, delicately closing it behind me
- >However, I seemed to have been too close to the door, as my red jacket got caught on the side as it closed
- >This was bad
- >Really, really bad
- >I would be able to reopen it unless I got a keycard
- >With only one option, I pulled as hard as I could, damning my luck
- >As the expected RIIIP sound was heard, I could do nothing but run, lamenting the sacrifice of part of my jacket
- >Be Renate
- >I got to say, those pills work wonders
- >I can actually sit upright now!
- >And as much as I tend to disagree with her when it comes to pretty much everything, I had to agree with Alvina about staying in bed until I recovered
- >Seeing as she came over to cook me dinner, I think this is a perfect opportunity to keep on reading Grandpa Waldemar's memoirs
- >Getting out of bed, I went to my closet to pick out one of his books
- >"...vhere's ze box?"
- >Taking a deep breath, I washed away the sudden rush of anxiety
- >I probably put it under the bed and forgot
- >"Nein, not zere..."
- >Well that was strange
- >I checked the drawers, as I might have placed it there for whatever reason
- >"..."
- >This was getting weird
- >Turning around, I returned to the closet, taking out everything on the bottom
- >Still not there
- >For a moment, I stood paralyzed as I felt my blood freeze
- >That was followed by rushing out the door
- >"Al! Al!" - I yelled - "Did you take a grey box from mein closet?!"
- >"I thought we agreed you wouldn't call me that! But no, why would I take something from your closet?" - she answered
- >Turning to look around, I could feel what I could only describe as a panic attack coming over me
- >I immediately started running around the apartment, opening drawers and throwing their contents out
- >Nothing in the living room
- >Nothing in the kitchen
- >"Tavi, stop! What are you doing?!"
- >Nothing in the bathroom
- >Nothing under the TV
- >Outside, has to be outside!
- >"Wait, where are you going?! You're not even dressed! Stop!" - she yelled, running around the kitchen counter to try and stop me
- >Before she could grab me though, I managed to open the door, allowing a piece of red fiber to fall inside, having been hanging from the door
- >Picking it up, the material felt quite... familiar
- >I was almost sure I'd seen this somewhere
- >"Hmm? What's that? Looks like a piece of a jacket" - said Alvina, trying to pull me inside, away from the door
- >A red jacket...
- >A RED JACKET!!!
- >Be Norman
- >After that bit of hell, I managed to get back home with Brad, sweaty and tired
- >Dinner had already passed, with mom having left mine in the microwave for whenever I came back
- >I'll eat that later
- >For now, all I wanted was to get back to my room, give Purple the box with all the books, and collapse on my bed
- >Brad could be Brad in a corner, I guess
- >"Hey Norman. Any luck?" - I heard Purple say as I entered my room
- >Without a word, I lifted the box in a victorious manner before putting it on my bed
- >"Excellent! Maybe I can figure out how to change Sunset back now." - she said, as I entered Phase 2 of my plan, collapsing on my bed
- >"Glad you're happy." - I said -"Though you might have some trouble with the books we brought, seeing as they're all in german."
- >Suddenly, I felt a whole lot of pain on my face
- >"Norman, just because you feel disappointed about that doesn't mean you have to hurt yourself! Don't do that!" - I heard Purple say - "Trust me, even if it's in another of your world's languages, I'll proably be able to figure it out."
- >"Hurting myself? What are you talgrggaackgaa!!!!" - I yelled as my left hand suddenly latched unto my neck, trying to crush it
- >I immediately rolled off my bed falling and unto the floor as my own hand was strangling me, trying my hardest to get it off with my right hand
- >"That's not funny. Stop it, you're scaring me!"
- >"Oi don't tink 'e's messin' raun!" - said Brad, rushing to my aid and holding back my left arm
- >"T-thanks... Brad..." - I managed to say between my gasps for air
- >However, the calm didn't last long, as I apparently lost control of my legs, made obvious when I involuntarily kicked Brad in the nuts
- >My left arm now focused on pulling my hair and my legs took me towards my desk
- >"PURPLE, HELP ME!" - I pleaded to her as my right hand punched me across the face repeatedly, while my left hand began smashing my head against the desk over and over again
- >I don't know how she could have helped, or if she even understood what was going on
- >Admittedly, neither did I
- >However, the terror I felt was something that simply could not be described
- >My legs, apparently determining that my head had had enough, decided to take me somewhere else
- >Towards the window
- >"Oh no, OH NO, HELP ME PLEASE!" - I cried out to anyone as I found myself running striaght to the window
- >"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- oomf!"
- >Had Brad not tackled me to the ground, that would have ended very, very badly
- >But it seemed the whole thing wasn't over, as my left hand grabbed a pencil that had fallen to the ground
- >With it, it began writing something on the wall
- >"Du bist verdammt tot!"
- >Suddenly, my body lurched upwards, trying to get Brad off, only resulting in my head hitting the underside of the desk, knocking my hat off
- >With that, I could feel my body go limp
- >Whatever was happening was over
- Be Twilight
- >I could'nt sleep
- >Not after what happened to Norman earlier
- >Him just... being hurt like that... and I couldn't do anything
- >The rune I found inside Norman's hat after the fact told me everything I needed to know
- >Octavia was behind this
- >She probably discovered we now have her spellbooks
- >If she comes after us, I need to be ready and warn everyone else
- >Be Norman
- >Sleeping until late on a saturday is always enjoyable
- >Even if my face and head are killing me for some reaso-
- >Oh, right
- >However, waking up without my hat felt... odd, to say the least
- >Finding a rune written inside of it, Purple forbid me from wearing it
- >After last night, I have no complaints about it
- >10 AM, good time to get out of bed
- >Only to find Purple already immersed in the books we brought back
- >"Good morning." - I said in a groggy tone
- >As expected, no response
- >Not pushing for one, I went downstairs to get breakfast
- >"Eh, cereal will do." - I said to myself, getting a bowl and milk
- >And then I remembered -"Right, the dogs..."
- >Grabbing two bowls, I went ahead to fill one with water, and the other one with dog food
- >So far, Corgi Shimmer hasn't exactly protested to it
- >Not that I would care if she did
- >Opening the back door, I went out to the backyard
- >Only to see a green, flaming object falling from the sky, headed straight for me
- >And almost as soon as I saw it, a purple, semi-transparent barrier appeared between it and myself, stopping it and causing it to drop harmless unto the grass
- >Taking a closer look, I noticed it was a brick, with something carved on it
- >"If you care about your well-being, you'll return what you took from me."
- >NOPE!
- >Doing a 360° spin, I moonwalked right back into the house and locked the door
- >Fuck you dogs, get your own food!
- >"Norman, I felt the shield spell I put around the house get casted! What happened?" - asked Purple as I entered my room, NOPE'ing right back into bed
- >"Our 'friend' decided to send me a present! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll try wake up from this nightmare." - I answered, closing my eyes and trying to force myself back to sleep
- >"This isn't time for jokes. Don't you get that she's really trying to hurt you?!" - she protested to my comment
- >"Purple, I think she wants to do something a bit more serious than just 'hurting' me." - I stated sarcastically. This shit's too out of hand
- >"Anyway!" - she said, a bit angry at my attitude
- >"I've been using your computer to decipher what this book says, and it's proving more difficult than I thought. I'm going at it word by word, but it's as if this language has no order at all!" - she said, failing to notice that to non-english speakers, our own language was like that as well
- >Getting out from under the sheets, I turned to see what she meant by 'using your computer'
- >Google translator
- >To translate a book...
- >"So, have you figured out anything then?" - I asked with a sigh
- >"Not much, just this." - she said, turning the wheelchair around to show me a picture in the book
- >Some kind of circle with lines pointing to its center
- >"Looking over the book, I noticed it appeared repeatedly. It's the same rune we found on Sunset and your hat!" - she said, letting google translator handle the pronunciation of the name
- >Schwarze sonne, or black sun as it kindly translated
- >"Yeah, lets stick to black sun. No way we're going to be able to pronounce the other name." - I pointed out, Purple agreeing with a nod
- >"So, anything we can do with that?" - I asked
- >"Not until I figure out just what it actually is and what it does." - she answered
- >"Right." - I said, jumping out of bed - "I'll just go take a bath then. Yellow is going to help me with the Aryan beauty today, so I've got meet them for lunch and not screw up."
- >Be Rarity
- >"He'll be here soon, I'm sure of it." - said Fluttershy in her usual, delicate voice
- >"He better be." - I answered - "If he makes us wait, we're leaving."
- >"Yeah... I guess that's fair." - she answered
- >Be Norman
- >Before leaving my house, Purple wrote one of her spell on my arm just in case something bad happened
- >Normally, I'd be annoyed
- >With what happened last night and today though, better safe than sorry
- >As I entered the restaurant, I took a quick look at my watch
- >Right on time
- >Looking around, I quickly spotted Yellow and Aryan Beauty
- >"Good day ladies, how are you today?" - I said as I took a seat at their table
- >"We're fine. Now, Norman, I'm here. What did you want?" - said Aryan Beauty, unamused
- >"Er... right, so I wanted to apologize for what happened on-"
- >"Save it." - she said, cutting me off - "Your behaviour that day was completely reprehensible and childish. If Fluttershy hadn't explained to me that you were just trying to throw me off to make the party an even bigger surprise than it normally would have been, you'd be nothing more than a pig in my book." - she said
- >As I looked at Yellow, she gave me a thumbs up and a smile
- >Thanks Oba- Yellow!
- >"So, I decided I'd to give you another chance, and then I'll decide whether I forgive you or not." - finished the Aryan Beauty
- >Setting myself into Don'tblowit mode, I watched my every word and move
- >And as lunch came and went, our conversation reached an interesting point
- >"You know Norman, you look quite good without your hat."
- >"Hehe, you think so?" - I answered, flattered
- >"Oh yes. I really don't understand your obsession with it though. It's almost as bad as Tavi's obsession with having her wig on all the time."
- >"Wait, you've spoken to her?!" - I asked, surprised
- >"Well of course! She's a lovely girl, behaves herself like a true lady should. Been trying to get to know her better lately." - she answered
- >So that was her game. Not only was she attacking me, but she was targeting the Aryan Beauty as well!
- >Convincing Aryan Beauty that she was her friend, only to backstab her later and get to me!
- >That was a new fucking low if I ever saw one!
- >This had just jumped from simply defending myself, to absofuckinglutely personal
- >Alright, so this is how you want to play?
- >Fine bitch. I'm game. Lets dance
- >"Speaking of her, I'm making a dress for her next concert. I have to say, it's coming out great!"
- >And now the ball is in my court
- >"Here it is!"
- >Even though fashion wasn't exactly within my spectrum of interests, I had to admit
- >Aryan Beauty definitely put a lot of love and dedication to her work
- >The nearly-invisible stitches
- >The pleasant combination of colors, in this case a vivid tone of blue with some golden threads
- >And an eastern design that made it all work
- >If I were a /fa/ggot, I'd probably be drooling right about now
- >"Wow... I don't have any words. This is pretty awesome." - I said with genuine admiration
- >"Oh you, it's not even finished yet! Save that for later when it's done." - was her answer
- >"Alright, alright. Say, would you mind if I helped you out with it?" - I asked
- >"Help me? Not to be rude, but I don't think you could actually help me out with this."
- >"Hey, you said you'd give me a second chance. Let me make it worth it." - I insisted
- >"Oh fine. I guess you could help me with the cleanup and getting some materials if I suddenly run out. What's the worse that could happen?"
- >What's the worse that could happen, indeed
- >Be Twilight
- >So far, I've been able to partially translate the first chapter of this spellbook
- >In order to keep my findings as organized as possible, I will be keeping an experiment log to record the effects of newly-translated content in a separate notebook
- >"Log Entry A-1: The Black Sun"
- >"From what information I could gather from what will be referred to as the 'Vril Book', the symbol known as the 'Black Sun' seems to be some sort of complex, multi-purpose activation rune."
- >Placing my pencil on my cast, I wrote a simple levitation spell on it and a Black Sun right next to it, attempting to cast it
- >No effect
- >"Hmmm... maybe this."
- >Erasing the previous attempt, I drew a larger rune, writing the spell again in one of its many spaces, attempting to cast
- >Even though I'd been succesful this time, the dark glow from the rune as it cast it was... unnerving, to say the least
- >Making sure the spell was active, I attempted to lift Norman's hat from across the room, with great success
- >Once more however, the dark glow surrounding the usual violet aura of my own magic made me more than a little nervous
- >Turning back to my journal, I continued taking notes
- >"Attempting to cast as spell using the Black Sun as if it was a regular activation rune results in failure, as the spell need to be written within the rune itself."
- >"One could say that it doesn't activate spells so much as spells activate it."
- >"The dark glow generated by it has me worried, however. From my own experiences, that is a clear indication of black magic."
- >"Once I have finished translating all related texts, I'll be sure to attempt to find anything and everything I can about its origins and creation."
- >Suddenly, the door opened
- >"Norman, you're back!" - I said, rolling my wheelchair over to give him a hug
- >"Hey Purple. Listen, have you figured out how to use those spell Octavia uses?" - he asked
- >"I've made some progress. Why, what is it?"
- >"I think I know how we can get even."
- >"Get even?! Norman, I don't care about getting even with her. I just want to stop her before she hurts you or anyone else again!" - I said, disgruntled
- >How could he be even thinking about that?
- >"Fine, fine, then think of it as our chance to do just that." - he said. I didn't like where this was going
- >"Octavia will be playing at some important event soon. Don't know when or where, but Aryan Beauty is making a dress for her."
- >I REALLY didn't like where this was going
- >"So, seeing as I'm helping her with the dress, I could write some spell on it for you."
- >"You want to use one of Rarity's dresses?! Are you insane?! And- hold on, why is she making a dress for her? Didn't you tell her what she's done?!"
- >Norman let out a sigh as he sat on his bed - "No, I didn't. Apparently, Aryan Beauty considers her a friend. A really good friend at that. Seemed to think very highly of her. I don't know about you, but I don't have the heart to tell her. Not yet, atleast." - he answered
- >"Yeah... I understand what you mean. But still, using one of her dresses?!" - I emphasized
- >"Hey, I don't like it either, but if the last few days are any indication, she's going to come after us. Sooner or later. At some point, we'll have to stop playing defensive and take her out of the game. This is as good a chance as we're going to get."
- >Norman had a point, but it still felt very wrong
- >Be Renate
- >Ever since I got out of the hospital, my sleep cycle has been thrown out the window
- >Waking up in the middle of the night due to drugs wearing off and the pain returning was absolutely no fun
- >Sleeping until afternoon, something many would consider an absolute pleasure any day, was simply unbecoming of me, regardless of whether or not I actually managed to get some sleep at night
- >Which I didn't
- >Getting out of bed as carefully as physically possible, I grabbed my pill bottle and went to grab some water from the kitchen
- >As I walked out of my room though, I noticed the building staff had brought over my mail
- >Musicians Monthly
- >Some dubstep-focused magazine with a taped on piece of paper saying "<3 Vinny"
- >And an envelope
- >Placing the magazines on the kitchen counter, I opened the envelope
- >"Dear Ms. Renate Pfeiffer, you are hereby formally invited to-"
- >Oh good, just what I was waiting for
- >Writing down the time and place, I proceeded to throw away the usual overly-polite letter and take out the rest of the envelope's contents
- >A confirmation for my performance, categorizing me as a guest musician, as usual
- >And an invitation, directed towards Rarity
- >Going anywhere isn't really that big a deal
- >As long as the pills do their job, only real risk of pain is bumping into people
- >Given my destination, a taxi made that a non-issue
- >As soon as I got there, I knocked on the door
- >"Renate, darling, how good to see you!" - said Rarity as we shared a careful hug, making sure not to put any pressure on my ribs - "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
- >Her gentle touch..
- >That soft skin rubbing past my cheek...
- >The lavender fragrance coming from her hair...
- >"Tavi? Heheh, you can let go of me now."
- >"Oh. Sorry." - I said, doing just that - "I vanted to give you zis personally."
- >Handing over the invitation, I awaited her reaction
- >"Oh... oh my... oh my!!" - was her initial response
- >"I vas hoping you liked it." - I stated
- >"Like it? Like it?!" - shes said, before jumping towards me out of happiness
- >"Darling, I LOVE IT!" - she proclaimed, trapping me in a bear hug
- >OHSWEETVERDAMMTMERCYFICKFICKFICKFICKFICK
- >Do not yell
- >DO. NOT. YELL.
- >"Oh, how I've always dreamed of going to such a party! The class! The sophistication! I can't thank you enough!" - she said, hugging me tighter
- >Be Norman
- >Tuesday morning
- >Man, it sure was nice going through Monday without something magical trying to obliterate me
- >You know what isn't so nice?
- >Getting chased down the street by a giant crab
- >"Shitshitshitshit!" - I said outloud as a parking meter was vaporized as I ran past it
- >A giant crab with green laser vision
- >"Noooorrrrrrmaaaaaannnnn~"
- >That talked
- >It was at times like this that I wondered why the streets were always so empty
- >Then I realized I didn't care because there was a gargantuan crustacean closing up on my ass
- >Moving to turn at a corner, Purple's spell cast itself right before one of the crab's shots hit me, knocking me to unto the street
- >Before I could get up, it had already closed the distance between us
- >As I attempted to run away, I collapsed once more, it's larger pincer having caught my right leg
- >Trying to get away, moving to the other side, I managed to move forwards, pulling the crab along with me
- >Not that that did much good as it simply wouldn't let go
- >Losing my balance, the crab turned me on my back, snapping its smaller pincer at an extremely high rate
- >I did NOT want to know what it was planning to do with that
- >Then again, I probably wouldn't find out seeing as it was charging its FREAKING LASER EYES!
- >"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" - I yelled like a little girl
- >Almost as if on cue, the crab was hit by a van, its larger pincer being ripped cleanly off the main body while the crab was sent flying, exploding into a green mist of magic some twenty-odd meters away
- >The van's passenger door suddenly opened
- >" 'op in!"
- >Dammit Brad, stop saving my ass! You're making me look bad!
- >SCHEISSESCHEISSESCHEISSESCHEISSESCHEISSE
- >DO NOT YELL
- >"Y-y-you're v-v-v-vel-el-come..." - I managed to say as I patted her on the back with relative strength, hoping she got the hint
- >"Hmm? OH! I'm so terribly sorry!" - she said as she put me down
- >Oh god
- >That was horrible
- >Enjoyable, but absolutely horrible
- >It took me a few moments, being bent over right at her door, before the pain subsided enough to allow me to stand straight again
- >"Better?" - she asked with a forced smile, quite ashamed of herself - "I'm so sorry, I don't know what got to me."
- >"It's ok..." - I replied, taking a seat in her living room - "Just need to catch mein breath."
- >"Thanks for the help Brad. Thought I was done for."
- >"Naw problem, mucker."
- >"... right. Anyhow, would you mind driving me home?"
- >"Sure tin'. De Bradwagon 'ill git yer dare in naw time."
- >"The what?"
- >"Well, yer clap. Me ban' alwus uses me van whenever we go somewhere together." - said Brad
- >"Your band, huh? Wouldn't that make this a bandwag- OH GODDAMMIT!"
- >Soon enough, we'd arrived at my house
- >"Thanks for the ride, Brad. Want to do something later?" - I asked as I got off
- >"Sure, jist gie me a call. For nigh, oi nade ter 'elp de football team fend somewhere else ter practice. Clap yer!"
- >As he drove off, I had only one thought
- >I really, really wished he'd drop that accent
- >Be Twilight
- >I've made significant progress with the book so far
- >Once I got the basic grammatical forms fully understood, it was a simple manner of translating the words themselves
- >As I got further into the book, I wish I hadn't
- >"Hi Purple." - said Norman as he entered the room, noticing my mood - "What's the matter?"
- >"Ugh... it's that book. It's just... horrible!" - I said - "Some of the things described there. I... how can anyone do anything like that?!"
- >Confused, Norman grabbed my translations and began reading
- >As he read on, his expression changed from shocked to disgusted to sickened to horrified, ending in a blank
- >"Well now... guess I shouldn't be surprised the word 'nazi' appeared there a couple of times..." - he said
- >"That word. For some reason your computer wouldn't translate it. What's that?"
- >"Are you serious? You don't know who the Nazis were?" - he asked with a tone of disbelief
- >I shook my head
- >"..well, I don't know how you passed previous history classes, but ok." - he said - "Basically, they were a bunch of evil, racist jackasses who considered themselves to be the 'Master Race' and ended up killing a whole bunch of people. Remember the stories Octavia told us about her grandfather? I digged around a bit after that night. Turns out, he was one."
- >Be Twilight
- >After what Norman said, I knew I had to look more into this
- >I spent the rest of the day searching for information about the Nazis
- >This online encyclopedia was of great help, but it also proved to be very distracting
- >Two hours in, I had somehow managed to start reading about a fat italian plumber with blue overalls who loved mushrooms
- >Getting back on track, I continued reading about some of the... atrocities... commited by these people
- >I found it very hard to believe anyone I knew could be related to them
- >For the first time ever, I didn't want to keep reading
- >"Hey Norman, lets go somewhere." - I said to him as he played on his Xbox
- >"Sure. Where do you wanna go?" - he asked, pausing his game
- >"Anywhere. Just... lets go for a walk, visit Applejack's family, I don't care. Anywhere's good." - I answered
- >"Ok. I'll call Brad and ask him to give us a ride."
- >Be Applejack
- >BANG BANG
- >"AJ, git yer sister in the house! Big Mac, go git the chainsaw from the shed!" - ordered Granny Smith as she reloaded Ol' Trusty
- >Twilight, Brad and Norman came to visit
- >Getting Applebloom inside the house, I turned to our guests
- >"Would ya'll mind explaining to me why there're giant crabs in mah farm?!" - I demanded
- >"Hi Brad!" - said Applebloom
- >"Ah 'ell naw! 'owl on macky, oi'm comin' ter 'elp!" - yelled Brad, jumping out the window
- >"They're not just crabs! They're magic crabs! Octavia's sending them to hunt me down!"- answered Norman
- >"Say what now?" - was my only answer as the sound of chainsaw-on-carapace was heard
- >"Look, we can explain later." - said Twilight - "But right now, we need to deal with them!"
- >BANG
- >"Sugarcube, yer in no condition to deal with ANYTHING right now. Ya stay here with Applebloom. Norman, come with me." - I ordered, exiting the house
- >Almost immediately, a crab crashed against the wall and exploded into green mist
- >"BRADICAL!"
- >Be Norman
- >Oh god, what did I get myself into?!
- >"Norm, catch!"
- >Turning to face Orange, I saw a freaking AXE FLYING AT ME!
- >"AAAAAH!" - I yelled, miraculously catching it in mid-air before it gore'd my face
- >"Quit being such a baby and git chopping!" - ordered Orange
- >"Wait, you're unarmed! What are YOU going to do?!" - I asked
- >Her answer came in the form of a giant crab getting its front-half stomped to the ground, and a second one getting kicked right infront of Brad's van as he drove it around, running crabs over
- >Seeing as everyone was giving a good fight, I headed to the closest crab
- >"Alright, it's now you and me, crunchy!" - I yelled at it
- >It responded in the form of a laser beam melting the axe's head
- >"... huh... URAAAAAAAAAAA!" - I let out as a battlecry, beating the crap out of its carapace with the handle
- ---
- >"Oi canny believe it tuk us tree 'ours ter clear dem oyt!" - said Brad, leaning on his van
- >"Huhuhuhu, wasn't that fun, kiddies? We shoul' do that again sumtime." - said Granny Smith, downing some moonshine while sitting ontop a pile of crab corpses, with her shotgun on her lap
- >"Yeah... fun." - was Orange's response, looking at the hole on the side of her house
- >"Twilight, dontcha think ya overdid it? Just a bit?" - she asked
- >"I'm so sorry! They were swarming through the window and I had to clear them out quickly!" - answered Purple, erasing spells from her arm-cast - "Besides, you saw that gargantuan one! What was I supposed to do?!"
- >On my end, I just sat down on what was left of Orange's couch and had some apple juice
- >I was sweaty
- >I was tired
- >A crab pinched me in the ass
- >I just want to go home
- >Fall on my chair
- >And complain on /v/ as to why vidya can't be this metal
- >Be Norman
- >"AHA! GOT IT!" - yelled Purple
- >"Got what?" - I asked, focusing on CoD. Light Blue and her two cronnies were getting their shit wrecked
- >"Cancellation spells! We can turn Shimmer back to normal now, and counter Octavia's magic!" - she yelled, excited
- >And she was well within her right to be; this was great news!
- >"Hey Blue, sorry but I need to get going. Kick your ass later, alright?"
- >"What?! How dare you suggest the Skilled and Pro Trixie was losi-"
- >Before she could finish, I disconnected and turned off my Xbox, guessing what Purple would do next
- >"So, downstairs now, right?" . I asked, receiving a nod as Purple bagged her translations and a pencil
- >Pulling the wheelchair out of my room, I pushed her towards the stairs
- >Once there, I carefully rolled her down the wooden planks dad had stuck in there to ease going up and down
- >Reaching the base of the stairs, we went to the backyard
- >Picking up Corgi Shimmer, I handed her to Purple
- >"Alright, this'll only take a second." - she said, writing on Shimmer's back
- >As she activated the spell, Purple's eyes glowed with an uncomfortable green hue, her retinas turning red for a second
- >Likewise, Shimmer's back glowed black for an instant
- >As soon as that happened, Purple let her jump off to the ground
- >Almost immediately, Shimmer changed from a dog to a human, thankfully completely dressed
- >"Gaaah! Took you idiots long enough!" - she said, cracking her back and neck
- >"You could be a bit more grateful." - I said, giving her a glare - "Purple's been working her ass off trying to find a way to change you back!"
- >"Oh, sorry, I forgot how useless cripples are." - she replied, strutting towards the door - "See you suckers later."
- >And just like that, she left out the front door
- >Going back inside, I could hear Purple sighing sadly
- >"Hey, don't let what she said keep you do-" - I stopped myself, noticing something was missing in the kitchen
- >"Holy shit, she took the bag of dog food."
- >Sunday
- >Brad's garage
- >"So Normy, waaat can Brad chucker for yer?" - he said, taking a drink from his beer
- >Needed someone to talk to, and Brad seemed like the ideal guy
- >"Purple's been acting really strange lately. And I mean REALLY strange" - I said
- >"Ah? 'oy so?"
- >"Ever since she finished translating that damn book, she just won't stop reading her damn translation over and over again!" - I yelled, getting offered a cold one
- >Sure, why not
- >"I mean, she's barely eating. EVERYTHING pisses her off. And she just keeps practicing whatever that book says! Hell, today I fucking woke up with her trying to write on my face!"
- >"Well nigh... uhh... oi got nathin'." - he answered
- >Thanks Brad, you're really helpful
- >"By the way, what time it is?" - I asked
- >"Jist aboyt 3. Why?"
- >"Need to be at Aryan Beauty's house at 4. If I'm lucky, a freaking trash golem won't try to smash me on the way there." - I said, taking a sip - "Anyway, want to play some vidya?"
- --
- >Here I am. At Aryan Beauty's with a mission
- >After some arguing, Purple and I decided we would just use what she called a "magic nullifier" to prevent her from using magic in the first place
- >I was expecting something fancier, but hey, whatever keeps her from sending monsters my way
- >"Alright Norman, I just need to make final checks. Just pull wherever I tell you so I can give it a proper once-over." - said my Venus
- >Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to leave the room for a second and drawing a black sun with three runes somewhere inconspicuous
- >I have to wonder why three are needed if it's only one spell though
- >Anyhow, the problem was, where?
- >Given it's design, there weren't many good spots
- >The collar was too small and too exposed
- >The interior was too hard to actually reach and write in
- >And even though the writing it on the interior of the split-bottom-thingy would leave it relatively expo-
- >Oh, fuck it
- >Just wrote it there
- >If this was a hat, it would be far easier
- >I miss my hat.
- >Be Norman
- >Monday morning
- >Just one more week until classes start up again
- >Which means only one thing
- >"Hey Purple, now that you can get rid of Octavia's magic, mind dispelling my hat?" - I asked as I stood next to her, holding my hat
- >To say I had puppy eyes on would be putting it lightly
- >When she lowered her notebook and looked at me, my pants almost became a landfill
- >"Pu-Purple?" - I stuttered as I stared at her - "Your eyes!"
- >"What about them?" - she asked coldly, placing her notebook on her lap and reaching for me hat - "Hand that."
- >"Well they're all... green and red and glowy!"
- >As she wrote what I assumed was a canclling rune on my hat, she raised an eyebrow at me
- >"Of course they are. This is black magic I'm dealing with here. Don't worry, I'm not letting it get to me past this." - she said as she practically smacked me in the chest with my own hat
- >"There. Now quit bothering with trivialities and with stupid questions. I need to keep studying."
- >"Sheesh... sure you aren't?" - I thought to myself as I put on my spell-free hat
- >Expecting to immediately get taken over again and thrown out the window, I waited for a second
- >"What is it? You think I didn't do it right?!" - Purple growled at me
- >"No, no, nothing like that! I'll... uh... I'll be going now." - I said, leaving my room
- >I didn't feel like staying with Purple today...
- >Heading downstairs, I went to get something to drink at the kitchen
- >Only to have Spike start barking at me like a maniac from outside
- >Come on, I made sure to fill his bowl and plate to the brim this time!
- >Screw this, I'm out of here!
- ---
- >Sitting on a bench at the park with a coke bottle, I started thinking
- >Maybe it's about time I pull off an intervention and take that thing away from Purple
- >HOLYFUCKINGSHITCRABCLAW!!!
- >"Hi Normy! What you doing?"
- >"Goddammit Pink, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" - I though to myself, getting up from the floor
- >Pink sneaking up on me is one thing
- >Doing so in a crab costume is... entirely another
- >"Say, do you like my costume?" - she proceeded to ask
- >"Hi Pink." - I answered, finally back on my feet - "It's... uh... where did you get that?"
- >"Oh, Applejack made it for me! From REAL CRABS, can you believe it?!"
- >Dammt Orange
- >Got to wonder what else she and her family are doing with all those dead crabs
- >"Actually... yeah, I can." - I answered, taking a sip from my coke - "Feels like a real shell."
- >Wait
- >Feels?
- >Looking down, I could see my left hand had grabbed unto Pink's right-pincer-covered-hand
- >Oh shit
- >Almost immediately, I tried to remove my hat with my right hand but it was too late
- >"Pink! Take my hat off, quick!" - I yelled
- >"Silly Normy! Your 'Aryan Mistress' isn't here! Unlike her, I like your hat!" - she said as I grabbed her other hand
- >...and started leading on a Salsa routine
- >"Oooh, if you wanted to dance you could have asked!" - said Pink, going along with it
- >"No, Pink, take my hat!"
- >"Fine, fine you silly billy." - she said as I spun her around
- >Taking my hat off in the process, hanging it from a pincer
- >Cutting off the routine, I took my hat from her
- >"Thanks Pink, now come on! If that just happened, then I've got a feeling we're not safe out here!" - I said, dragging her along, returning home
- >"Awww, but I wanted to dance!"
- ---
- >I immediately rushed into my room
- >"Purple, we got a problem! My hat's still enchanted!"
- >"No, I'm pretty sure it was cancelled." - she answered without removing her eyes from her notebook
- >"And I'm pretty sure it wasn't! I was just at th-"
- >"At the park and Pinkie took off your hat, right?" - she stated
- >"Ye... yeah. How'd you know?"
- >"That was me, not Octavia. Don't worry, you weren't in any danger. I just needed to test that spell. So thanks for your help."
- >As far as I know, I've never been angry at Purple
- >Annoyed? Sure
- >Butthurt? Most definitely
- >But this was the first time I'd ever felt legitimately enraged towards her
- >Crushing my hat, I threw at her face and stormed out
- >I don't even think she took a second look to see if I was gone
- >Standing outside my house, I couldn't help but sigh
- >I felt as if I was losing a friend...
- >Seeing my current mood, Pink wasted no time giving me a pat on the back
- >"Cheer up Normy! You know how Twilight gets when she's studying." - she said - "Hey, why don't you get Rarity to make you a new hat?"
- >I gave it a thought - "Yeah, that sounds good."
- >"Glad you think so. Anyhow, I promised Mr. and Mrs. Cake I'd work extra-hard since we still got this week off, so see ya!" - she said, shuffling away like a crab
- ---
- >Knocking at Aryan Beauty's door, I was received by her little sister
- >"Hi Norman! You wanna talk to my sister?" - she said with her squeaky voice
- >"Yeah, if you could call her for me-"
- >Er...
- >What was her name?
- >Sweaty...
- >Suedy...
- >Sweaty Ball???
- >"- Mini-Aryan, I'll just wait right here."
- >"Then you'd have to wait a while. She's upstairs with a friend. You can come in though!" - she said with a sweet smile
- >"Right, right." - I said, stepping inside
- >As I went upstairs, she ran off to the living room, where two other girls were messing with a laptop, one of them being Orange's sister
- >Assuming Aryan Beauty would be in her room, I walked there, stopping upon hearing voices coming from her parents' study
- >Seeing as they apparently travelled a lot, that room was rarely used by them
- >Which was perfectly fine for my shining diamond, given that she turned it into her clothes-making-workshop-room place
- >I really need to start remembering the names of things and people...
- >I knocked on the door
- >"Come i~n!" - I heard the Aryan Beauty answer not a moment later
- >Opening the door, I saw her sitting on a fancy chair, looking at the blue dress in the middle of the room
- >"Norman, darling, how good to see you! Did Sweetie let you in?" - she said as I walked inside
- >"Yeah. She's with her frie-" - I didn't finish my sentence, freezing in place as I saw who else was in the room
- >"Hallo Norman." - said the other person, holding a cup of tea
- >Octavia
- >Play it cool Norman, just play it cool
- >"He-Hello Octavia, how are you doing?" - I said, moving slowly in Aryan Beauty's direction
- >"Sehr gut, danke for asking." - she answered, taking a sip of tea
- >"We were just talking about this coming wednesday." - added my white angel
- >"Tavi's playing at a party in the country club." - she said, pointing at a chair for me to sit on - "Oh but where are my manners. Would you like something to drink?"
- >"No, no, it's alright Ary- Rarity." - I answered, taking a seat - "Actually, I wanted to ask you a favor."
- >"Oh? And what would that be?"
- >"I was wondering if you could make me a new hat, to replace the old one." - I said
- >"But darling, you look so handsome without it! Why would you want to hide your gorgeous hair like that?" - complained my angel
- >"She's got a point, Norman. You look better like dass." - added Octavia - "But zen again, I suppose it gives you a sense of control over ihr leben, ja?" - she said with a hint of a smirk
- >"I don't know what you just said right there, but seeing as SOMEBODY did some nasty things to my hat, I find myself needing a replacement."
- >"Norman, there's no need to yell. We're both sitting right here." - said Aryan Beauty, with an annoyed pout
- >"Sorry. Got carried away there." - I apologized
- >"Anyhow, it's getting sehr close to lunch time." - said Octavia, looking at me straight in the eyes - "I know zis one place vhere they serve a wunderbar crab-soup."
- >"That sounds delicious! Don't you think so Norm?" - said Aryan Beauty
- >"Yeah, perfect." - I flatly answered, giving Octavia a glare
- >"Well, if we're going out for lunch, I need to freshen up a bit. Tavi, you coming?" - asked Aryan Beauty as she got up from her chair
- >"It's fine, I'll just vait here vith Norman." - answered the she-devil
- >"Alright, I won't take long." - said the Aryan Beauty as she left the room, leaving the two of us alone
- >After an uncomfortable moment of silence, I spoke up
- >"What are you doing here?"
- >Octavia just raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of tea - "Vhat does it look like? I'm visiting a dear freund of mein und having a pleasant time vith her."
- >"Don't you play stupid with me! I know you're just using her!" - I said loudly, visibly angering her - "Why are you doing this anyway?!"
- >"Doing vhat, exactly?" - she said, keeping her cool
- >"Everything! Turning Shimmer into a dog, blowing up the football field, sending monsters my way! All the things you're doing with your magic!"
- >"So your slav freund told you about dass." - she said, taking another sip - "As I told her before, ve are even. She challenged me, I von, ve both ended up injured. Nozhing more to say."
- >"Meanwhile, Sunset received justice for all ze pain she's caused everyone, myself included."
- >"You, on ze other hand..." - she said, snapping her fingers
- >Almost instantly, I became immobile, as if something was keeping me restrained to the chair
- >"What are you doing?! Cut it out!" - I said, the chair levitating, taking me towards her
- >"You have been a great pain to me zis whole year. Und insinuating dass I vould use Rarity as a simple pawn does not help your case."
- >"Then why did you ruin her birthday party?!" - I answered back
- >"Now vhy vould you zink I did das?"
- >"The blackouts that day. You mind-controlling me a week ago. I just had to put two and two together."
- >"Heh, so you're not a complete dummkopf." - she said, the chair landing softly, yet keeping me restrained - "Ja, das vas me. And I greatly regret it too..."
- >"What?" - I asked, confused
- >"Nozhing. Forget it." - she said - "Anyvay, you asked vhy I vas doing all zis. Consider it payback. For all you've done to me."
- >"Done to you? What are you talking about?!"
- >Calmly, she put her teacup on the table next to her
- >Only to stick her face directly infront of mine, pulling my head towards hers, feeling as her fingernails dug into my skin, forcing me to stare into a pair of angry eyes
- >"ZE INCIDENT AT ZE NIGHT CLUB?! ZE HEXING OF MEIN WIG?!"
- >No words exist to describe the sensation of someone screaming directly into ones mind
- >The echo
- >The pain
- >"ARE YOU REALLY ZAT MUCH OF AN ARSCHLOCH ZAT YOU CAN'T REMEMBER EVEN ZAT?! DO YOU JUST GO AROUND HUMILIATING PEOPLE FOR FUN?! YOU'RE NO BETTER ZAN SUNSET!"
- >It's enough to make any sane man be willing to give up anything, just to make it stop
- >"UND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, YOU DECIDED TO BREAK INTO MEIN HAUS UND STEAL FROM ME VHILE I VAS BEDRIDDEN!"
- >I could swear that at one point, my poor mind just retreated somewhere else, trying to get away
- >Amaaa~zing graaa~ce...
- >"EVERY SINGLE ZING I'VE SENT AT YOU HAS HAD ZE SAME MESSAGE, BUT APPARENTLY YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A DENSE ITALIANER TO UNDERSTAND!"
- >But the screeching and pain simply did not stop
- >"SO CONSIDER ZIS YOUR LAST VARNING! GIVE ME BACK ZE BOX YOU STOLE, VITH ALL ITS CONTENTS, OR I SWEAR ON OPA WALDEMAR'S GRAVE, ZE GÖTTERDAMMERUNG VILL NOT EVEN COMPARE TO VHAT I VILL DO TO YOU!"
- >Everything felt before was childsplay compared to the sudden mind-shock that came right after
- >Next thing I knew, the Aryan Beauty was entering the room, my chair back in its original spot
- >"So, shall we get going?" - said my white angel as I tried to reorient myself after that... nightmare
- >"I'm ready if you are." - said Octavia, exiting the room
- >However, I didn't respond
- >"Norman, are you alright?" - asked the Aryan Beauty
- >"Y-Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." - I answered, trying not to appear shakened
- >"Well lets go then!"
- ---
- >Lunch was over
- >Returning home, I threw myself in bed and hid under the sheets
- >Sweet lord, that was horrible
- >Peeking from under the sheets, I noticed Purple in the same spot as always, doing the same thing she had been doing when I left
- >"Hey Purple. Would you be willing to return Octavia's books?" - I asked nervously
- >The glowing-green-eyes stare I received as an answer was more than enough to make me go back under the sheets
- >Be Renate
- >Monday night
- >"Seriously? THAT's what you're wearing?"
- >Alvina dropped by to visit
- >"Ja. Rarity made it for me. Vhat do you zink?"
- >"I think it's tacky as fuck." - she stated bluntly - "Then again, I'm not into playing pretty-princess dressup, so what do I know."
- >"Don't tell me you're still upset dass your papa is making you go."
- >"Oh no! Not at all! Why would I be upset about going to a high-class party filled with a bunch of high-and-mighty, self-important snobs when I could be doing literally anything else?!" - she ranted outloud before letting out a sigh - "Sorry, sorry. Just... forget I said that, ok?"
- >"No vorries. Look at it zis way though." - I said, patting her on the shoulder on my way to the kitchen - "Now you get to listen to mein music all nacht long."
- >"Heh, sounds good." - she answered with a bit of a smile - "But you know, I really wished my parents didn't try to pull off this kind of crap all the damn time."
- >"Hmm? Like vhat?" - I asked, pouring myself a glass of water
- >She then began making exaggerated poses
- >"Al, go to the ball and act like a lady. Al, why can't you behave like my friends' daughters? Al, stop listening to that horrible noise, it'll rot your brain! Al, be fucking perfect! GAAAH!"
- >"Sounds to me like zey are vorried about you." - I commented
- >"Oh yeah? Because to me it sounds like they want some kind of fucking princess! No! Fuck you dad!" - she yelled out with genuine anger
- >I remained silent. I knew she had a strained relationship with her parents, but never imagined it to be bad enough to warrant an outburst like that
- >"Do... you vant to talk about it?" - I asked
- >"No, it's alright. I-I'll show myself out." - she said, walking to the door
- >I stopped her before she reached it
- >"Are you sure?" - I asked, trying to not press the issue
- >"Yeah... I'm sure. Thanks anyway." - she answered
- >As the door closed behind her, I could hear her sob
- >Be Norman
- >Tuesday afternoon
- >"Explain ter me again why we're doin' dis." - said Brad as I stood on his shoulders, trying to glue a small camera and a mini-antennae on the side of a window
- >"Purple wants to make sure her spell works tomorrow. Now quit moving before you drop me." - I whispered loudly
- >Sneaking around and into the Cantertown Country Club was pretty easy
- >Getting to the big, fancy-ball building was easy as well
- >Only real problem was setting this damned thing up before anybody saw us
- >Cantertown...
- >Canterlot High
- >Wondercolts
- >Statues of steeds everywhere
- >Goddamn, what's this town obsession with horses?!
- >Seems like Purple made the right choice when she moved here
- >Getting sidetracked...
- >"Alright, done." - I stated, hopping off Brad's shoulder's
- >"Aboyt damn time. You're 'eavy, yer nu?" - he answered
- >"Yeah, yeah. Bitch later. Let's just get out of here."
- ---
- >BRAD'S BRADICAL ADOBE
- >That is what was written on a huge, glitter-decorated sign in Brad's living room
- >"Brad, what the actual fuck..."
- >"Yer loike it? Me mom said oi cud put it up while dad wus workin' abroad."
- >No, fuck it
- >I wasn't even going to question that at this point
- >Without a word, I let myself drop on the couch
- >"So, how's this thing work anyway?" - I asked as Brad hooked up some cables to his TV
- >"Easy. Jist use de control ter rotate de camera an' zoom in or oyt, an' press de red wan ter record." - he said, sitting besides me
- >As soon as he turned it on, the TV started showing a live feedbeing sent by the camera
- >Whole place was being prepped for something big
- >"Niiiice. Where'd you get this thing anyway?!" - I asked as I toyed around with the control a bit
- >"Me dad gave it ter me. He towl me a russian businessman gave it ter 'imself after he 'elped de guy clean up sum 'ames reagrdin' arab grub."
- >"The hell kind of job does your dad have?!"
- >"Oi don't nu. Last time oi asked 'imself, he said he removed kebab."
- >We spent some time making sure this worked completely
- >With nothing happening...
- >"I can already tell tomorrow night's going to be fun..." - I said, taking a fistful of popcorn from Brad's bowl
- >Noticing my boredom, Brad's face looked deep in though for a moment before an idea hit him
- >" 'ey, did oi ever show yer dis class awesum tatoo oi got?" - he said, pulling back his right-arm sleeves to show...
- >Nothing
- >"Brad, you don't have anything there..." - I said with a raised eyebrow
- >"Waaat, ye blind? Luk, 'tis a leprechaun on top av me van, rockin' oyt wi' its guitar!"
- >Dammit Brad, stop being retarded
- >"Did you get drunk and didn't tell me? There. Is. Nothing. On. Your. Arm." - I flatly stated as he looked at the spot it was supposed to be
- >"Oi clap 'oy so'tiz. Yer canny appreciate art, can yer? Gran'..." - he said with that awful accent as he rolled down his sleeve
- >"Den again, guess oi shouldn't 'av taken Renny's offer. She's a musician, not a painter, so oi suppose that's why yer allerge it."
- >"Excuse me, what? Renny?"
- >"Yeah. Yer nu, Renate? Octavia?"
- >"... Brad, have you been speaking like an irishman for the last couple of weeks?"
- >"Waaat? Naw! Why wud oi chucker dat?"
- >Of fucking course
- >Be Renate
- >Busy reviewing what I'll be playing tomorrow night
- >I had originally planned on doing Ben-Haim's "Music", followed by Dallapicola's "Adagio", and Gabrieli's "Seven Ricercari"
- >However, when I presented those pieces to the organizers, they were rejected
- >Apparently, all of these rich people's knowledge of music is limited to that of a sixth grader's
- >So for the millionth time, I was asked to play Bach's "Six Suites"
- >Scheisse...
- >Eh, they're still paying so it's not a big deal
- >As I reviewed my sheets, there was a knock on the door
- >"Rarity?! Uh- So gut to see you! Come in!" - I said, surprised at the unexpected visit
- >"Thank you dear." - she said, entering my apartment - "Did I ever tell you how I simply adore your place?"
- >"I zink you've said das, ja." - I answered, noticing the dress bag she was carrying - "Vhat's vith das?"
- >"Oh, this? Well, to be honest, I just need your opinion on something." - she said, pulling down the bag's zipper
- >Carefully, she pulled out a blue dress out of its bag
- >"Anywhere I could change, darling?"
- >Without a word, I pointed towards my bedroom
- >This was going to be interesting
- >A few minutes later, she came back out looking rather... impressive, stunning even
- >"So, what do you think?" - she asked, doing a turn as she came out of my room
- >"Looks sehr gut on you. Vhere you buy it from?"
- >"Oh no, no dear. I thought you knew by now. I make all of my own clothing. Or rather, for special events." - she answered
- >With nothing to really critique about it, there was only one thing to say
- >"Zehn von zehn, vould vear." - I stated with two thumbs up
- >Be Norman
- >Wednesday night
- >"Hey Normy, where's Twily?" - asked Brad as I got comfortable on his couch
- >I'm so glad Purple managed to undo that stupid spell...
- >Brad was seriously getting annoying
- >Fucker's even sad because he can't see his invisible tatoo anymore!
- >"She said she'd rather stay back home. Which means she basically wasted our time by making us set this up." - I answered
- >"She did say she wanted a recording." - answered Brad, sitting next to me, offering a bowl of popcorn
- >You know we're not watching a movie, goddammit...
- >Then again, I'm not about to reject popcorn
- >"Hey look. People are showing up." - said Brad, making me focus on the screen
- >Now it was only a matter of waiting for Satan to show up, leaving this thing recording, and then kicking Brad's ass in CoD for a while
- >Oh, hey. Aryan Beauty's there
- >Wait...
- >Be Renate
- >The taxi ride to the country club was uneventful
- >And based on Rarity's call before I got here, it seems she had no trouble getting in either
- >As I paid the driver and walked in, I felt a sense of drowsiness creeping over
- >Taking my medication before leaving home was probably not the best of ideas
- >Then again, laying down and not moving at all during an event like this wasn't really an option...
- >Well, it's not like I was going to play something I hadn't already played a thousand times before
- >I'll just enchant the cello and let it correct any mistakes
- >Getting past the reception, I found Rarity waiting by the door to the Main Hall
- >As I walked towards her, I felt... weird
- >A sudden tingling sensation in the back of my mind
- >Probably just a side-effect of the painkillers
- >"There you are, dear! I have to thank you again for inviting me here. This place is so... so... fantastic!" - said Rarity as she gave me a cautious hug
- >It was so nice to come to an event like this with someone who was sincerely nice and with class
- >As opposed to the metaphorical effluvial grime of false-politeness that is usually found
- >"It vasn't a problem. Really. Now, lets go in, shall ve?" - I said before the two of us entered the main hall
- >As was to be expected, the place was packed
- >Classy suits and fancy dresses present as far as the eye could see
- >The biggest of the big in this town, all trying to outdo each other with expensive clothing
- >Good for them
- >Before joining the other musicians, I suddenly found myself with a dilemma
- >"Is there a problem, darling?" - she asked, noticing a hint of worry in me
- >"Nein, nozing. Just remembered somezing."
- >Rarity didn't know anybody here
- >And I wasn't about to just leave her with a bunch of uptight snobs
- >Looking around, I looked for someone that seemed bored
- >That looked annoyed
- >With an expression that said "I'd rather be at anywhere else than here."
- >Be Rarity
- >"And that fat guy over there? White suit, TOTALLY-not-a-bodyguard following him around? Belltower, owns the security company of the same name. Buncha rent-a-cops if ya ask me."
- >This was the last place I ever expected to find Octavia's DJ friend
- >In a dress...
- >"And that old guy in the red suit, sitting by the podium? Tennpenny, owns Tavi's luxurious apartment building."
- >Much less that she'd leave me with her
- >"And that other old guy that looks like he just came out of a Metallica conce-"
- >"Excuse me, but..." - I interrupted her - " could we, um, change the subject?"
- >"Yeah, sure. What you want to talk about?"
- >"Well, why don't you tell me about yourself?" - I asked her
- >"Not much to know." - she answered, taking an appetizer from a waiter's tray as he passed near us
- >"I do music, work as a DJ on weekends, and drive my parents crazy with "shenanigans", as they call it. What about you?"
- >Seriously can't believe she left me with her
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