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# The Hearts of Man: Chapter 11 -The Fan-

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1. Chapter 11 -The Fan-
3. >After asking around town, and a few awkward stares from various ponies, you eventually found Lyra's house.
4. >If one shopkeeper hadn't told you it was the place, you would never had believed it.
5. >This place seems abandoned, maybe even haunted, let alone like somep0ny's home.
6. >The windows look like they've been boarded up from the inside, and you can't see a single light from anywhere in the house.
7. >You carefully make your way up its rickety front steps stand at the door.
8. >You knock.
9. >After a minute or two, you decide to knock again.
10. >Still, nothing.
11. "...maybe she's not home or something."
12. >But you're still curious as to who this "Lyra" is, so you knock one last time.
13. >You hear the muffled sound of frantic hooves making their way to the door.
14. >Latches and locks clink and grind against each other as whoever lies behind the door unlocks it.
15. >The metallic sounds cease, and the door slowly opens a crack, and a hint of mint green can be seen.
16. >"Who is it? What do you want, I'm very busy."
17. "Uhm.. hi. I was wondering if you-"
18. >"I'm not buying anything. Try somewhere else."
19. >She starts to close the door, but you shoot your hand in the way and grab the door, stopping it before it shuts.
20. "Wait, I'm not selling anything. I wanted to ask you some questions."
21. >The hints of a quick gasp is heard, and you feel a hoof touch your hand softly.
22. >"Are... are those..."
23. >Whatever she's doing to your hand, she's doing it with the utmost care.
24. >Is she just... feeling it?
25. >Suddenly your hand gets gripped and you're pulled right through the doorway and into the house.
26. >The door quickly shuts behind you.
27. >Wheeling around, you come face to face with a mint green pony, hints of white streaks in her mane, with a lyre cutie mark.
28. >She was breathing rather... quickly.
29. >And she couldn't stop staring at you.
30. >"You.. you're.. real. A-... are you real? Are you real?"
31. "Uh, yeah. Yeah I am. Are you alright?"
32. >Her breathing quickened as a thin grin spread across her face, her eyes still wide open and taking all of you in.
33. >"Real. I was right. They thought I was out of my mind, said I was crazy. But here you are. Here. Real. i was right. I WAS RIGHT!"
34. >She sprints past you to a room at the end of the hallway.
35. >Following her, you enter the room to find what you can only describe as "shit enducingly creepy.
36. >There are things all over the walls, practically covering them.
37. >Newspaper clippings.
38. >Sketches.
39. >Blurry photographs.
40. >All of these were pinned to the walls with tacks, and had red string connecting each piece of information linking it with another.
41. >Following the web, you see that they all converge in the center of the back wall, where a small space is left blank, save for a white question mark.
42. >"I knew I wasn't crazy! Humans are real. Real. And now I have one... in my hooouuuusse."
43. >She giggles maniacally to herself as she sorts through some of the various manila folders on a table.
44. "So... I take it you're Lyra, then?"
45. >Lyra spins around, and blushes in embarrassment.
46. >"Oh, gosh where are my manner. Um, yes, hi. I'm Lyra.. wait how did you know my name?"
47. >You pull her book out from the inside of your jacket and flash the cover to her.
48. >She cracks another huge grin and squeals in delight.
49. >"A human read my book! A HUMAN READ MY BOOK ABOUT HUMANS!"
50. >She's hopping up and down now, still giggling in delight.
51. >"Ohmygosh, I have so many questions to ask you! You have no idea what this could do! This is going to redefine all of my findings."
52. "Uh yeah sure. Yeah, yeah I can answer some questions."
53. >"Thank you so much ah- What's your name?"
54. "Anonymous."
55. >"Really? Fascinating. Your identity insinuates you have no identity. I was expecting something like, "John," or "Phil," but Anonymous works I suppose."
56. "Well it's not my real name, actually."
57. >She tilts her head to the side in confusion.
58. "Let me give you some exposition. I don't know who I am. Not really. So if you have any questions as to WHO I am, then I'm sorry. I can't help you there."
59. >Lyra frowns and gives a defeated pout.
60. >Damn that's cute.
61. >But she brightens up instantly.
62. >"Okay, that can still work. I'm interested in human culture and habits anyway. Personal history can be put aside for now!"
63. >She quickly kicks a chair over to you.
64. >"Well go on, sit!"
65. >You do, smiling a bit.
66. >She's so genuinely learning about you.
67. >Maybe not you as a person, but this was enough you thought.
68. >Lyra gathers papers up into her lap, a pencil in her mouth as she too takes a seat.
69. >"Okay, ready?"
70. >You can't help but stare.
71. >"Uhm... yes?"
72. "Oh sorry I... it's just you... you're sitting like... Well you're sitting like me."
73. >Indeed, Lyra was sitting with her hind legs dangling off the seat, sitting upright.
74. >"Is that a problem?"
75. "No it's just... different."
76. >"I like being different."
77. "I can see that."
78. >"Good. Now, first question: Hands. What are they like?"
79. "Really?"
80. >She stares at you with such force, a deadpan expression on her face.
81. >"Do you think this is a motherbucking game?"
82. "Whu-"
83. >"Do you think my questions are funny?"
84. "No I-"
85. >"Great!"
86. >An awkward pause surrounds you.
87. "It's... neat. Having hands is neat."
88. >Lyra squints here eyes at you for a bit, then diligently writes down what you said.
89. >"Fascinating."
90. >You sit in Lyra's room for the next couple of hours, answering her questions and dispelling some of her wilder claims.
91. >At one point she demanded you remove her clothing to see if the propeller thing was true, but you just showed her your back to get the point across.
92. >She also showed you a room full of what she considered to be artifacts of human society.
93. >Gloves, soda bottles, and even a small purple gameboy all sat on shelves, carefully being preserved.
94. >Lyra was certainly mental, but she was making progress. She was actually getting close to finding more and more about your kind.
95. >Her determinism was remarkable.
96. >Trotting up to a small cabinet, she pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment and gave it to you.
97. >"Roll it open and look, I think it might interest you."
98. >As you unravel the scroll, you notice that it's a very old, very weathered, inkprint.
99. >It was the imprint of a hand, with a blank spot in the center of the palm.
100. >Inside the spot, were words.
102. ~It Lies in Ice and Stone, Untouched by Time. Beware, Whoever Dare Enter its Abyss. For the Breath You Take Within Will Surely Be Your Last~
104. "What am I looking at?"
105. >"It's a scroll. I found it buried in a small box in the Everfree, near a mountain."
106. "So.. what does it mean? What's thing it talks about, this thing 'In Ice and Stone?'"
107. >"That's just it, I don't know. Isn't that just exciting?!"
108. "Considering it's spooky as hell and insinuates we'd die to find out, sure. It's exciting."
109. >Your sarcasm is palpable.
110. >Lyra doesn't seem to catch it though.
111. >"Perfect! Listen, I have a proposition."
112. >Oh no.
113. >"I've narrowed the possible locations for this relic the scroll mentions. It must be extremely important if such a warning were given to protect it."
114. >No.
115. >"I've made the necessary preparations for an exhibition, but no one around the town really wants to accompany me."
116. >NO
117. >"Sine you're human, I was hoping..."
118. >NO. NO. NO.
119. >"...that you would like to come with me on this little venture of mine."
120. >NONONONONONONONO
122. "Sure."

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Chapter 11 -The Fan- >After asking around town, and a few awkward stares from various ponies, you eventually found Lyra's house. >If one shopkeeper hadn't told you it was the place, you would never had believed it. >This place seems abandoned, maybe even haunted, let alone like somep0ny's home. >The windows look like they've been boarded up from the inside, and you can't see a single light from anywhere in the house. >You carefully make your way up its rickety front steps stand at the door. >You knock. >After a minute or two, you decide to knock again. >Still, nothing. "...maybe she's not home or something." >But you're still curious as to who this "Lyra" is, so you knock one last time. >You hear the muffled sound of frantic hooves making their way to the door. >Latches and locks clink and grind against each other as whoever lies behind the door unlocks it. >The metallic sounds cease, and the door slowly opens a crack, and a hint of mint green can be seen. >"Who is it? What do you want, I'm very busy." "Uhm.. hi. I was wondering if you-" >"I'm not buying anything. Try somewhere else." >She starts to close the door, but you shoot your hand in the way and grab the door, stopping it before it shuts. "Wait, I'm not selling anything. I wanted to ask you some questions." >The hints of a quick gasp is heard, and you feel a hoof touch your hand softly. >"Are... are those..." >Whatever she's doing to your hand, she's doing it with the utmost care. >Is she just... feeling it? >Suddenly your hand gets gripped and you're pulled right through the doorway and into the house. >The door quickly shuts behind you. >Wheeling around, you come face to face with a mint green pony, hints of white streaks in her mane, with a lyre cutie mark. >She was breathing rather... quickly. >And she couldn't stop staring at you. >"You.. you're.. real. A-... are you real? Are you real?" "Uh, yeah. Yeah I am. Are you alright?" >Her breathing quickened as a thin grin spread across her face, her eyes still wide open and taking all of you in. >"Real. I was right. They thought I was out of my mind, said I was crazy. But here you are. Here. Real. i was right. I WAS RIGHT!" >She sprints past you to a room at the end of the hallway. >Following her, you enter the room to find what you can only describe as "shit enducingly creepy. >There are things all over the walls, practically covering them. >Newspaper clippings. >Sketches. >Blurry photographs. >All of these were pinned to the walls with tacks, and had red string connecting each piece of information linking it with another. >Following the web, you see that they all converge in the center of the back wall, where a small space is left blank, save for a white question mark. >"I knew I wasn't crazy! Humans are real. Real. And now I have one... in my hooouuuusse." >She giggles maniacally to herself as she sorts through some of the various manila folders on a table. "So... I take it you're Lyra, then?" >Lyra spins around, and blushes in embarrassment. >"Oh, gosh where are my manner. Um, yes, hi. I'm Lyra.. wait how did you know my name?" >You pull her book out from the inside of your jacket and flash the cover to her. >She cracks another huge grin and squeals in delight. >"A human read my book! A HUMAN READ MY BOOK ABOUT HUMANS!" >She's hopping up and down now, still giggling in delight. >"Ohmygosh, I have so many questions to ask you! You have no idea what this could do! This is going to redefine all of my findings." "Uh yeah sure. Yeah, yeah I can answer some questions." >"Thank you so much ah- What's your name?" "Anonymous." >"Really? Fascinating. Your identity insinuates you have no identity. I was expecting something like, "John," or "Phil," but Anonymous works I suppose." "Well it's not my real name, actually." >She tilts her head to the side in confusion. "Let me give you some exposition. I don't know who I am. Not really. So if you have any questions as to WHO I am, then I'm sorry. I can't help you there." >Lyra frowns and gives a defeated pout. >Damn that's cute. >But she brightens up instantly. >"Okay, that can still work. I'm interested in human culture and habits anyway. Personal history can be put aside for now!" >She quickly kicks a chair over to you. >"Well go on, sit!" >You do, smiling a bit. >She's so genuinely learning about you. >Maybe not you as a person, but this was enough you thought. >Lyra gathers papers up into her lap, a pencil in her mouth as she too takes a seat. >"Okay, ready?" >You can't help but stare. >"Uhm... yes?" "Oh sorry I... it's just you... you're sitting like... Well you're sitting like me." >Indeed, Lyra was sitting with her hind legs dangling off the seat, sitting upright. >"Is that a problem?" "No it's just... different." >"I like being different." "I can see that." >"Good. Now, first question: Hands. What are they like?" "Really?" >She stares at you with such force, a deadpan expression on her face. >"Do you think this is a motherbucking game?" "Whu-" >"Do you think my questions are funny?" "No I-" >"Great!" >An awkward pause surrounds you. "It's... neat. Having hands is neat." >Lyra squints here eyes at you for a bit, then diligently writes down what you said. >"Fascinating." >You sit in Lyra's room for the next couple of hours, answering her questions and dispelling some of her wilder claims. >At one point she demanded you remove her clothing to see if the propeller thing was true, but you just showed her your back to get the point across. >She also showed you a room full of what she considered to be artifacts of human society. >Gloves, soda bottles, and even a small purple gameboy all sat on shelves, carefully being preserved. >Lyra was certainly mental, but she was making progress. She was actually getting close to finding more and more about your kind. >Her determinism was remarkable. >Trotting up to a small cabinet, she pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment and gave it to you. >"Roll it open and look, I think it might interest you." >As you unravel the scroll, you notice that it's a very old, very weathered, inkprint. >It was the imprint of a hand, with a blank spot in the center of the palm. >Inside the spot, were words. ~It Lies in Ice and Stone, Untouched by Time. Beware, Whoever Dare Enter its Abyss. For the Breath You Take Within Will Surely Be Your Last~ "What am I looking at?" >"It's a scroll. I found it buried in a small box in the Everfree, near a mountain." "So.. what does it mean? What's thing it talks about, this thing 'In Ice and Stone?'" >"That's just it, I don't know. Isn't that just exciting?!" "Considering it's spooky as hell and insinuates we'd die to find out, sure. It's exciting." >Your sarcasm is palpable. >Lyra doesn't seem to catch it though. >"Perfect! Listen, I have a proposition." >Oh no. >"I've narrowed the possible locations for this relic the scroll mentions. It must be extremely important if such a warning were given to protect it." >No. >"I've made the necessary preparations for an exhibition, but no one around the town really wants to accompany me." >NO >"Sine you're human, I was hoping..." >NO. NO. NO. >"...that you would like to come with me on this little venture of mine." >NONONONONONONONO "Sure."