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- This is the product of a collaborative green. It was not pre-planned at all, and each of the four authors took turns writing parts in a specific, rotating order. The order of writefriends goes as follows: Scribbles, Rosenkreutz, Church, NotFalco. Occasionally, anonymous writefriends will make entries. They'll simply be named Anonymous unless they also have a name not mentioned here.
- Threads:
- http://cuckchan.org/mlp/thread/27732367
- Scribbles:
- >The sun rose slowly over the horizon, painting each individual cloud in hues of red and gold, which selfishly coated the land below in heavy shadows, only a few streaks of light managing to break through the cover.
- >The weather had changed drastically in the past few weeks, warmth slipping away, replaced with the brisk Autum wind, that brought with it a change in attire and welcoming tuffs of smoke that drifted carelessly above the small villages below.
- >Dash shifted slightly in her sleep, blanket haphazardly draped over her body, wings lazily hanging over the side of the bed as her chest rose slowly, breathing steady.
- >It was a rarity that she was asleep in her own bed, often times choosing a tree or stray cloud to cradle her to sleep.
- >Even with the gentle breeze drifting through her room, drifting through her feathers, she remained asleep, holding her pillow close.
- Rosenkreutz:
- >A beam of morning light cuts through the rainbow curtains in your bedroom and hits you square in the eye.
- >You moan and turn over pulling your blanket over your head and burying your muzzle in your pillow.
- >Still, no matter how hard you try every position is just a little uncomfortable now.
- "Uugh, fine. Guess I'll get up."
- >You roll out of bed rubbing your eyes and almost trip over Tank.
- >He just gurgles at you with heavy eyes and goes back to sleep.
- "Lucky."
- >You yawn your way into your bathroom and turn the Hot tap all the way open.
- >You perform some basic pony maintenance and step bleary eyed into the steamy blast of water.
- >The searing spray jars you fully awake and you lather up your coat, mane and tail.
- >One deep scrub and a rinse later and you're squeaky clean.
- >You eye the plush towels hanging on the rack and walk past them as usual.
- >It's not too cold yet, and you prefer to air dry.
- >You're supposed to be making appraisals of Ponyville's readiness for winter today, but you can do that whenever.
- >But what do you actually WANT to do?
- >You suppress another yawn as your stomach rumbles.
- >Breakfast. Girl's gotta have her priorities.
- >You trot through your bedroom and out onto your balcony just as the sun finishes rising above the horizon.
- >Ponyville looks really nice in the early morning light.
- >And even better, the fresh baked scents from Sugarcube Corner are already wafting up and around the whole town.
- >You spread your wings and hop over the railing allowing yourself to leisurely glide down towards the Market Square.
- >The brisk, dry air quickly seeps the moisture from you as you fly and pretty soon you're dry and heading in for a landing.
- >The Market is busy already. Stalls are set up all around selling everything that can be grown or made in these parts.
- >Those hot apple fritters look pretty tempting, but you have your stomach set on something a little more decadent.
- >You turn your nose away and determinedly head toward the gingerbread mecca down the lane.
- Church:
- >Making your way through the bustling morning streets of Ponyville, you hover safely above the hungry morning mobs.
- >You land in front of the pastry shop, taking a second to savor the smells of your impending breakfast.
- >Waiting no longer, you push through the front door and step into the cafe.
- >As soon as you enter, you immediately run into the backside of another pony, part of a huge line to the front.
- >"Hey, watch it!"
- >You peer around the pony, surveying the length of the line.
- >It looks as if it stretches on for miles, though that might just be your hungry, impatient mind.
- "Ugggh, this is going to take forever!"
- >You briefly consider taking your chances outside at one of the various street vendors, until a stray waft of bakery smell drifts by, almost as if to remind you of your mission.
- >You try your best to distract yourself from the length of the line, but to no avail.
- >With the *Ka-ching* of the register, the line slowly widdles itself down, till you're standing standing at the front.
- >As soon as its your turn, you eagerly race up to the counter, order already on the tip of your tongue.
- >You're greeted by the always friendly and cheerful Pinkie Pie, who was manning the register.
- >"Gooood morning Dashie! What can I getcha?"
- "Thank Celestia, I'm starving! Alright, lets see, I'll take a Double Frosted CinnaGinger Roll, and an orange juice too."
- >"Okey Dokey! That'll be 3 bits."
- >Reaching into your bit sack, you pull out the exact fare and place it on the counter.
- >"Oh, by the way, the CinnaGinger roll is a bit of a popular one this morning, so it'll be a bit of a wait, alright?"
- NotFalco:
- "No problem, Pinkie. It'll be worth the wait, I'm sure."
- >The pink pony gives you a smile as she receives the next customer.
- >Turning from the counter, you scan the room for an empty table.
- >The bakery is packed, but you find one nearby one of the front windows.
- >You trot over and take your seat, staring out into the town.
- >Waiting was never your strong suit.
- >This time, though, you were just going to have to try and ignore the rumbling in your stomach and the encroaching boredom of just staring out of the window.
- >You can see Applejack across the street selling all of their apple-related goods. As usual, they're getting lots of customers.
- >You also see Derpy, the resident mailmare, trip on something while delivering a package. She saves it, though, and laughs it off.
- >Foals playing, ponies shopping, yada yada yada.
- >Just another average day in Ponyville.
- >As much as you loved action, Ponyville's routine nature was always something nice to return to when you needed to relax.
- >Even the most awesome pony in Equestria has to chill out sometimes. Action takes a lot outta ya, y'know?
- >As you wait more, you drift off into daydreaming.
- >You imagine all of the incredible tricks you could try to use to impress your new Wonderbolt comrades.
- >Maybe you could do a Sonic Rainboom, then pull out of the dive and go through some flaming hoops, and then...
- >"Miss Dash?"
- >Your fantasies of greatness are interrupted by Mrs. Cake. She has a tray of food with a glass of orange juice on it as well.
- >Then you smell it. The almighty, delicious aroma of the Double Frosted CinnaGinger Roll.
- >You take your breakfast and give Mrs. Cake a quick thank you, and dig in.
- >Oh, sweet merciful Celestia, this is good.
- >You can hear Pinkie loudly and cheerfully greeting someone through your food-induced stupor, but you don't pay much mind to it.
- >Soon, however, you hear steps getting nearer and something casts a shadow over your table as it comes closer.
- >"Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?"
- Scribbles:
- >The voice had taken you off guard for a moment, the tone of the forced masculine tone ringing in your ears as you immediately sat up, head turning to face the source of the voice.
- "It's uh-"
- >A grin crossed your face as your eyes landed on the two pools of golden bronze that you had come to know better over the past few months.
- "It's always free for you, Ma'am," you said, chuckling, relaxing into your seat, adjusting your tray to free up some space.
- >You glanced at a nearby calendar, frowning slightly. You hadn't missed training, had you? Some special event? No, no you would have known that for sure, so why was Spitfire-
- >"Relax Dash," she said calmly, taking the seat across from you, pulling a simple pastry from a plain paper bag.
- >"I can't sit with a teammate and enjoy a nice meal on my day off? I do have those, you know."
- "Right! It's just--weird seeing you so... Undressed?"
- >You chuckled lightly, taking a bite out of your pastry, as you continued talking, bits of gooey, cinnamon-coated dough falling on your chest and the table around you.
- >"Glad to see you're the same during practice as you are out," Spitfire said, finishing off her pastry, glancing out the window to briefly observe the perfect blue skies.
- >"There's something I want to talk to you about, Dash--but not here. It's a conversation I'd rather not have others hearing."
- >Was that a twinge of frustration? Embarrassment? You were unsure as you took another hearty bite out of your breakfast.
- "Uh--sure thing, Ma'am... I'm almost done-hey!"
- >You watched the last of your orange juice slide down Spitfire's throat, your own suddenly much dryer.
- "You just had to ask," you muttered.
- Rosenkreutz:
- >Spitfire lobs her empty bag over several ponies and into a bin and jerks her head for you to follow.
- >Still regretting your lost beverage you trot out after her and follow her around a corner.
- >She vanished.
- >You shake your head. That's an old trick.
- >You flare your wings and shoot skyward in time to see her duck into a large cloudbank.
- >You fall in quickly behind your Captain, but confusion sets in as she leads you darting from cloud to cloud away from Ponyville.
- "What's in Equestria is going on here?"
- >"Just a little farther. You see that cave up there?"
- >You spot the tiny crack in the cliffside ahead of you. Nopony but a pegasus could reach it.
- >Spitfire angles toward it and shoots through perfectly folding her wings into a four point landing with a few feet of skid.
- >She slicks back her mane and adjusts her sunglasses as you mimic her maneuver perfectly.
- >Despite the small entrance the interior of the cave is impressively large.
- >The fact that it seems outfitted with all of the equipment for a remote command outpost.
- "Erm...what is all this?"
- >"This is the Wonderbolts' internal surveillance and reconnaissance outpost. It's for coordinating efforts to root out changeling infiltration."
- "Changelings?"
- >"What? Did you think we'd forgotten about them?"
- >You shrug and look around the room.
- "I always figured if they ever came back we'd handle 'em just like last time."
- >"Doesn't matter. That's not why I brought you here."
- >Spitfire takes a deep breath and swallows audibly. You've never seen her this agitated.
- >"Look, Dash. I wouldn't be coming to you with this if there was anypony else I could trust..."
- "...buuuut..."
- >"...Okay, look. There's this reporter. Fast Deadline and her photographer. They've been stalking me, us, The Wonderbolts for years."
- "Okay..."
- >"Well, somehow she got into out locker room. I don't know how an Earth Pony even got up there..."
- >You nod and try to look reassuring
- >"Dash...she, she got my journal."
- Church:
- "A journal? Whats so important about some dumb book?"
- >"That "dumb book" has EVERY SINGLE recorded changeling encounter since the last major changeling attack! If that got leaked to the general public, it could cause mass hysteria!"
- "Oh, right. Not good."
- >She removes her sunglasses, seemingly for emphasis.
- >"Definitely not good. As in, matter of national security, not good."
- "So, lets just find this "Fast Deadline" and make 'em give the journal back!"
- >Spitfire sets her sunglasses down on a near by desk, and shakes her head at you.
- >"No can do Dash. If we just demanded it back from her, she'd probably cause a huge uproar in the papers, accusing the government of withholding important information. What ever we do now, we need to be very, very careful."
- >Spitfire turns to face you, and points a hoof in your face.
- >"Do you think you're the pony for the job Rainbow Dash? Will you help me, and your country?"
- >Oh man, this is awesome!
- >You're going to be just like those secret agent ponies in all of those stories you read!
- "Of course ma'am! Careful is my middle name!"
- >Spitfire casts you a doubtful look, but shrugs it off.
- >"Alright, we've received word that Fast Deadline and her photographer, "Flash Frame" boarded at train this morning, headed for Canterlot.
- "Canterlot? Whats in Canterlot?"
- >Spitfire puts her signature sunglasses back on, and walks towards the exit of the cave.
- >"Follow me, I'll brief you on the rest along the way."
- "Wait, where are we going?"
- >"Where do you think? The train station, we have to catch up to them."
- >Spitfire executes an even more complicated set of moves just to even leave the cave, which you replicate flawlessly.
- >"Their main office, which also contains their printing press, is in Canterlot. That's more than likely why they're headed that way.
- >After breezing above the clouds for some time, you and Spitfire finally arrive at the train station.
- Anonymous (27734402):
- >Now as lovely as the train-station is--I mean, c'mon, the vending machines are cheap--the waiting for an actual train itself is why you've always loathed these places.
- >You took a seat on the bench, sighing.
- "So, like, when'll the train be here again?"
- >"Ten minutes tops. I bought two tickets already."
- >This perplexes you.
- "But what if I said no?"
- >Your captain just chuckles as she seats herself besides you.
- >"Would you have said no?"
- >She's got you there.
- "Ok, but why me? Not that I don't wanna help you or anything, and I know I'd choose me because I'm awesome, but..."
- >"Because you don't take no for an answer, and that might be useful for what we'll be doing. I mean, you've saved the world with your friends, you can help me get a journal back, right?"
- >Yeah, but when you saved the world with your friends, you were with your FRIENDS.
- >Despite this, you keep your mouth shut, deciding it's best to prove yourself to Captain Spitfire once again.
- >Who knows, maybe you'll get a reward.
- >Reward...
- >You know a reward you'd like.
- >Not that you're in this for a reward or anything.
- >Just, y'know, totally be a good friend.
- >Totally.
- >Your thoughts wander as you wait for the train.
- NotFalco:
- >You're snapped out of a stupor by Spitfire for the second time today.
- >"Hey rookie, heads up. There's our dynamic duo."
- >You glance at where she's pointing.
- >You can hardly make them out through the crowd, but the cameras slung around their necks give them away pretty easily.
- >The first one is a tall and lanky grass-green unicorn with a slightly darker shade of green for his mane and tail. His cutie mark consists of a camera with the bulb flashing, as if it was taking a picture; nothing out of the ordinary.
- >The second you presume to be the journalist herself, Fast Deadline. Her blue-green body is lithe and fit, with a horn adorning her head.
- >Her cutie mark is simple: just a notebook and a quill pen. Nothing too distinctive.
- >Her long, cerulean mane is curly and styled. She almost reminded you of Rarity's friend Fleur, but without as much makeup.
- >If it weren't for her unique figure, she'd be able to blend into a crowd quite easily.
- >She also has saddlebags draped over her back, with various papers poking out.
- >One thing you do notice before the crowd blocks her from vision, however, is the signature rectangular outline of a journal in those saddlebags.
- >You turn towards Spitfire and crack a cocky grin.
- "She doesn't look too tough. I bet I could take her AND her friend, no problem."
- >Spitfire sighs. "Remember, Dash, don't-"
- "Yeah, I get it. Don't confront her or she'll make a fuss in the press about government censorship or whatever."
- >Spitfire gives you a light glare. "Dash, you really need to take this more seriously. This is incredibly important."
- "Yeah, sorry, Cap'n. Careful and serious, right? I can do careful and serious."
- >Spitfire just shakes her head and stands up.
- "Uh, Spits, where you going?"
- >The orange mare chuckles. "We don't want to miss our train, do we?".
- >Oh, right. You stand up and follow Spitfire into one of the train cars.
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