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- --oO(Queen of the Castle: Part 2)Oo--
- >You are Hemera
- >And you have never before witnessed
- >true beauty in this banal and colorless existence
- >You watch closely, your eyes shimmering
- >in the afternoon sun as the Flavorlanche vendor
- >pours ruby red juicy goodness to top of
- >the massive mound of shaved ice
- >The snowpony had to go beg a large card
- >paper tray from the funnel cake cart
- >down the way to accomodate your
- >unexpectedly massive order, but it was worth it
- >With the fruit punch kicker on top and a few
- >cherries fresh from Dodge City you haul
- >the wintery masterpiece over to a sunny
- >stoop and prepare to dig in
- >GS meanders over, slurping at a grape cone
- >GRAPE
- >What a complete and total square
- >With a spoon taped to each hoof you raise them high
- "Don't go too fast, Mera..."
- >You dig in with the gusto of a madpony
- "Hemera, you shoulde really slow do-"
- >"AAAAAAAAAAAGCK! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!"
- "I tried to >snrk< tell you, Mera"
- >You shake your head as your face turns beet red
- >and smoke starts curling out of your ears
- "What the hay-"
- >You dash across the Square, dive behind the
- >shocked snowcone pony, and bury your whole
- >head in a pile of freshly shaved ice in
- >a chest under the counter
- >"PWAAAAAH! Oh my GODDESS what the hell?"
- >GS trots up quickly behind you
- "Hemera, are you alright? What happened?"
- >You are still panting and gasping,
- >your tongue a tortured and blackened wreck
- >"Fruit punch...>gasp<...was hot sauce..."
- >"really, Really, REALLY HOT sauce..."
- "What? Hot sauce?"
- >He rounds on the cone vendor who suddenly looks less amused
- "Something you want to tell me, Citizen?"
- >The vendor starts to tremble like someone
- >slipped one of his treats under his tail
- "It wasn't! I swear! At least, I think it wasn't..."
- >GS's glare intensifies
- >He's using that eyepatch for all it's worth
- "U-um, lemme show you...here's the bottle I used!"
- >GS catches the bottle of bright red liquid
- >and sniffs carefully at the pourer spout
- "Whooof! That's hot sauce alright. Smells like Tears of Tartarus..."
- >The electric blue vendor turns almost white
- "NO! I'd never do that! I don't know how that got in there!"
- >"Heel, GS. Whew, I think we are dealing with a more
- >sinister pony than this poor guy"
- "You think it's the same pony who did the eggs?"
- >GS has that odd look again
- >"I think so. And if I'm right that means that I'm
- >being targeted specifically. Oooh, this prankster
- >has some serious cojones"
- "Where did you hear THAT word?"
- >"Why? What's it mean?"
- "Erm....SO what do we do now?"
- >You look him up and down, but decide to drop it
- >"If this pretender wants to make this personal, then so be it"
- >"I'm gonna need some of my more specialized tools though"
- >"TO THE FLARE CAVE!"
- "The 'Flare' cave?"
- >You narrow your eyes and mumble softly
- >"you know. The Flare Cave. Ugh, my BEDROOM?"
- >GS immediately snaps to attention
- "Yes, my Queen!"
- >At least he's pretty quick on the uptake after a sec-"WHOA"
- >GS heaves you onto the shield across his back
- "AWAY"
- >He speeds off back up the Castle steps at full gallop
- >"Heeeh heeYEAH!"
- >You laugh and throw your hooves around his neck as
- >he charges down the corridors and up the staircases
- >...
- >By the top of the third stairwell you think he
- >may actually be dying
- >You hop down off of his back as he stands there
- >with one hoof against the wall, wheezing
- "Just...give me a sec...WHEW...need to start jogging again..."
- >You pat his shoulder sympathetically
- >"S'okay, GS. Should I go get your rocking chair?"
- >Dat glare tho
- "Har har Queeny. I'm fine, thanks. Let's go"
- >Worth it
- >"Are you sure? I can probably find a nurse-"
- *PRAK! PRAK! PRAK! PRAK!*
- >A rapid series of explosions from directly behind you
- >send you screaming down the hallway
- >Your natural instict to panic overwhelming
- >your senses as you try to get away from the sting
- >and noise that...SEEMS TO BE FOLLOWING YOU "AAAAAAAGGGGGCK!"
- >You end up cowering under a stand of armor
- >decorating a hallway fairly far from wher you started
- >As your hearing returns and your freak out fades
- >you look back and see the blackened remains of a
- >string of firecrackers pinned to the bottom of your tail
- >"NO. BUCKING. WAY!"
- >This little bastard was stealing your signiature pranks!
- >Fireworks are YOUR domain!
- >You see GS racing up the hallway toward you in an awkward
- >gait, one hoof clutching a stitch in his side
- "What the ever-loving horseapples is going on, Hemera?"
- >You pull the string out of your tail with magic and
- >levitate them out under his nose
- "No way..."
- >You are Fury, the avatar of Rage. All creation shall burn to ash.
- "(Hwah hwah hwah hwaaaaaaaaah!)"
- >At the sound of that quiet, mocking laughter
- >your head snaps around so fast you almost
- >give yourself whiplash
- >Way down at the far end of the corridor
- >you see a little bit of gold flashing quickly
- >back around the corner
- >"OH YOU ARE SOOOOO DEAD!"
- "WAIT HEMERA!"
- >Screw that GS, that bastard has to PAY
- >You run like you've never galloped before
- >As you round each corner you just barely
- >catch that same glimpse of shining color
- >disappearing around another bend,
- >or up another flight of stairs
- >Just how much can this guy run?
- >You cast a refreshment spell on yourself
- >mid-stride, congratulating yourself
- >on your sudden burst of energy and speed
- >Wait, you know this section
- >And you know how the hallways lie
- >You can't teleport while this flustered
- >And you can't target somepony you've never
- >seen, but you think you can redirect him
- >and maybe slow him down.
- >You charge up a simple Magic Missile
- >and lock your mind on the spot where
- >the hallway makes a fork
- >You fire your spell and focus hard
- >The bolt of magic jolts out from your horn
- >and jukes left down the hallway toward the junction
- >You start to round the corner only a few seconds behind
- "WARK?!"
- >You see the gold flicker disappear
- >down the righthoof fork
- >"I have you now."
- >You leap, turn and skid to a stop down the right fork
- >Your horn lit with malice and giddy with anticipation
- >The beam of your eye falls upon this unfortunate
- >target for all of your pain and suffering
- >"Wait....wat?"
- >Twenty feet down the corridor, where the walkway
- >ends in a stained glass window depicting some
- >ancient royal unicorn or some such
- >flaps the regal, if slightly confused form
- >of a no-shit Pheonix
- >The living flame turns in the air to face you
- >One of it's wings rises, slowly moving to point
- >towards you, its primary feathers curling inward
- >leaving one in the center pointing straight up
- "Hwah hwah hwah hwaaaaaah!"
- >There's a flash of red and gold flame and it's gone
- >You stand there like a poleaxed buffalo
- >for a good five minutes, your jaw lying limply open
- >You hear a gasping wheeze slowly approaching
- "...keh...I've....really got....to start jogging again...."
- To Be Continued
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