Title:           Ezio 2 (WIP)
Author:          Ookami221
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/3MutCVPc
First Edit:      Thursday 12th of April 2012 12:51:42 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 12th of April 2012 12:51:42 AM CDT

>I was awoken by a frantic Twilight.
>She apparently had sent word of my arrival and my doings here to the Princess' of this world.
>“She said she was sending a chariot here to pick us up... It should be here around noon.”
>As we walked out I noticed that she was stordito with excitement.
> “I haven't seen Celestia in months!”
“You know her Altezza Reale?”
>“Looks like the translation spell is still flawed...”
“Haha, sorry, it's a habit, it seems I can still void the spell if I wish.”
>As we were walking along, we encountered a... Odd pony.
>Her eyes were miss aligned, and she kept on crashing into everything... Even me.
>I caught her before she could do any more damage.
>“Opp's... I'm sorry...”
“It's okay, just try be be more careful.”
>“Oh hey! You're the one who saved those ponies yesterday!”
>She reached into her bag and pulled out a strange pastry.
>“Here!”
“What...Is that..?”
>She looked shocked.
>“You've... Never had a muffin before?”
“I don't think I have...”
>She put the “muffin” in my hand, and I took a bite.
>It had a taste of Cinnamon
“Santo cazzo questo è delizioso!”
>you hear something in the direction of the wall eyed pony.
>She was trying to say something... But it was in pony.
>I looked back to twilight.
“Cosa sta succedendo? Perché non riesco a capirla?”
>She looked at me in a face of confusion.
*Cazzo, l'incantesimo si ruppe.*
>I used hand signs to convey that the spell broke.
>I knelt down so Twilight could touch my head.
>This time I knew the side affect's and braced my self.
>After a second, I felt the impact. But this time, I barely moved.
>as I was standing I started to understand everything again.
>“--happend?”
“I... Do not know... But that was the best damn thing I ever had.”
>I looked back at the wall eyed one. She was beaming.
“That was an amazing pastry, that “muffin” thing. Thank you Ms...”
>“Derpy Hooves!”
“Nice to meet you Ms. Hooves, and thanks for the muffin.”
>“No problem.”
>She flew away, still randomly running into things.
>“That... was interesting...”
>I just laughed, and finished the muffin.
>About ten minutes later we encountered the hyper active Pink pony.
>She bounced over to us with a grin on her face.
>“Hiya Twilight! Hiya Izzy!”
“Who is this.. Izzy?”
>“You, silly filly!”
>I glared into her eyes.
"No. I am not an.. Izzy.”
>“Sure you are!”
“No... Ugh... Fine... What do you want?”
>“It's time for your party silly!”
“I'm not silly... And we have to be somewhere today.”
>I could swear she deflated as I said that...
>I sighed, and turned to Twilight.
>“I guess we have time to spare, Pinky...”
>Pinky instantly perked up.
>“YAY!”
>“But we can only stay for about 20 minutes.”
>She seemingly disappeared from sight, only to be found on my head, under my hood.
“GAH!”
>“Onward Izzy!”
“Get down from my head!”
>“Awww, come on... lemme stay... Please?”
>Those damn eyes. Those GOD DAMNED EYES.
“Fine...”
>“Yay! Forward march!”
>After a short walk we were outside of a shop of sorts.
>“Here we are.”
>We walked inside to see it packed with ponies.
> “He's here everypony! The new pony AND hero!”
“Pinky, I'm not equine... I'm a man.”
>“Whatever silly, it's party time!
>She jumped off my head and made her way around the room to a thing that looked like it had muffins on it.
>I walked closer and saw they were not muffins. I was slightly disappointed.
>Pinky apparently saw my look of disappointment, and asked what was wrong.
“Thought you had muffins...”
>”No silly, that's Derpy's thing. Besides, cupcakes are better!”
“Cup...cakes? Is that a cake in a cup or something?”
>The look of shock appeared on her face.
> “You've never had a cupcake before!?”
“I've never even herd of them.”
>She gasped at that comment and disappeared again.
>Again, she was on my head, this time, forcing something down my thought.
>It tasted like surrender. But that's not the point for now.
>”Sooo? What did it taste like?”
“French.”
>”What's a French?”
>i saw a French like thing off in the corner of the room, and pointed at it.
“That, is a French.”
>”No silly, Gaston! He helped make the food.”