The Universal Solvent

>You couldn't be more excited right now.
>As you look over everything, you have to hold back giddy laughter.
>It's taken a while, but you've remained vigilant.
>And tonight, it is all about to pay off.
>The last step is merely moments away.
>Literally the press of a button away.
>One button to finally reach your goals.
>To leave this world in lieu for one of your own choosing.
>And, what's a better world than Equestria.
>Sure, My Little Pony has a stigma about it, but you've always had a soft spot for the newest iteration.
>And on top of that, the world just seems like a nice place to live in.
>Rubbing your hands together, you can't help but take a moment to reflect on how you got here.
>It all started with your undergrad work.
>You had chosen the oh so popular field of Theoretical Physics.
>You spent a good year or two as the only girl in a room full of well meaning but socially inept guys.
>Oh man, was James ecstatic to finally lose his virginity.
>Not that you're a bombshell or anything, but to him, you were a fucking goddess.
>You, a nerdy physicist who's social life ends the moment you're offline.
>Looking back, it was a pretty nice time.
>But, if you had just ran along with your work there, you wouldn't be here right now, on the cusp of the greatest scientific breakthrough in history.
>No, no, your work there was a springboard for your true goal.
>You still remember that lecture on multiverse theory.
>It was painfully brief and lacking in solid proof, but man did you eat it up.
>The very concept was intoxicating to you, hell, it still is.
>So, you focused on that alone.
>The possibility of different universes outside of our own.
>This meant you leaching a lot of the school's funding for as long as possible without drawing too much attention.
>It was a lot of secretive work and late nights, but it did form the backbone of your theory.
>Fiction is only fiction to other universes.
>Even you know it sounds insane on paper, but the more you worked on it, the more it made sense.
>A creator of, whether it be an artist, author, play write, or fanfiction enthusiast, creates a new universe with the forming of a fictional world.
>This world, though designed completely out of creative means, becomes very real in it's own universe.
>The more fleshed out the creative property, the larger the scope of the universe.
>Our universe is something of the genesis of all other universes, the spawning grounds of all other realities.
>That's cool and all, but you're ready for a change of pace.
>Right now you're sitting on the cold floor of the warehouse you've been renting.
>It's both your home, and your work space.
>And, it shall be the last place on Earth you will ever see.
>Your funding ran dry a lot quicker than you had hoped, leading you to MacGyver together more pieces of the technology than you would normally be comfortable with.
>But, you aren't looking for consistency.
>You only need it to work once.
>You finish off your dinner, tossing the greasy paper the burger was in to the side haphazardly.
>It's go time.
>With a deep breath, and an adjusting of your glasses, you start inputting commands into your computer.
>So far so good, no critical failures, no angry Vietnamese restaurant owners asking if you've been rerouting power again, just smooth sailing.
>Once you've got everything set up, you get up, stretching as you look at the far corner of your warehouse.
>Plastic explosive really is cheap on the bulk, a pleasant surprise when you were putting together your cover up.
>If this all goes according to plan, you'll be gone from here in an instant, with all your stuff here and rent past due.
>You can't let people find this tech.
>As much as you hate to credit the influence of certain corners of the internet in your thought process; you can't let "fucking normies" get a hold of this stuff.
>Yeah, you've spent too much time online recently.
>Shitty memes aside, you've got some work to do.
>Well, more like work to finish up.
>You stroll over to your explosives, making sure the mechanisms are all ready to go when you make your exit.
>Man, people are going to think you were some kind of terrorist when they find any remnants of this shit.
>Oh well, sorry Mom!
>Maybe once you would have been worried about being on some FBI watch list, but tonight, you couldn't care in the slightest.
>You're not going to be here by the end of the night.
>Speaking of, you check your stopwatch on your phone.
>About two minutes left.
>You move over towards the launch pad, looking it over.
>Looks like a fucking mess, but it should work.
>You hope so at least, this thing took a lot of fucking electrical tape to keep together after that first trial.
>What's the worst that could happen if it fails?
>You die, you die like a bitch.
>In all honesty you could have probably ran the odds, but you also liked being able to sleep this past week.
>So, you're going in blind!
>But, you can probably guess the odds aren't good.
>With roughly a minute left, you treat yourself to one last drink.
>You have no clue if they'll have beer in Equestria, but you assume they probably do not.
>So, you take one celebratory swig of the cheap shit you bought an hour ago.
>In hindsight, you should have gotten something better with the fifteen bucks still in your pocket.
>But what can you do?
>Once you've finished your little drink, you quickly take off the clothes you hadn't taken off the moment you got back into the warehouse.
>If David Cronenberg and Jeff Goldblum taught you anything, it's that foreign contaminates in shit like this don't end well.
>Good thing you installed that fly zapper weeks ago!
>With only moments left on the clock, you saunter over to the launchpad.
>In the moment, you're more restless than scared.
>You just want to know if this works or not dammit!
>If you're going to die, then lets get it over with!
>You admittedly lost track of the seconds as the light turns green.
A: "Oh sh-"
>Your remark is cut off instantly by the launchpad erupting in light, removing you completely from this universe forever.
>And that itself is followed by your explosives going off.
>Though you never got to see so, a part of you hopes you took out at least one wall of that Vietnamese restaurant.
>One hell of a parting gift that would be!
>You're there in an instant.
>It doesn't even feel like you traveled, you feel like it's everything around you that's moved.
>And looking around, that's not too much of a logical leap if you disregard your endless research on the subject.
>You're right next to a tree in some cute looking forest area.
>Looks like a cartoon alright.
>Which means this actually fucking worked!
>The high of having your work be validated sends you into a fit of cringe inducing dancing.
>But you're in a whole different universe right now, and alone to boot.
>So fuck it!
>Once your weird dancing comes to an end and the adrenaline begins to fade, you notice something strange.
>You're still on two legs.
>Odd considering the fact that you should have changed to fit this universe.
>And ponies are quadrupeds.
>So, unless you're some evolutionary freak, something has probably fucked up.
>Great, what could the issue be?
>All expected issues would tend to involve you dying /before/ you got here.
>Wait a second…
>Your snout looks very odd, not at all what you expected.
>You touch the snout with your hands.
>Hands huh?
>You're one fucked up piece of Darwinism on crack if you're a pony.
>But, looking at your hands really gives you just about all the clues you need to know what's up.
>There are scales on your body!
>Eager to get the full picture, you look for a still body of water.
>The search is rather short, what with there being a convenient pond a few yards away.
>Without much hesitation, you stare into your reflection.
A: “What the fuck?”
>A dragoness is staring back at you.
>Her piercing yellow eyes gaze unblinkingly at you.
>They're so big, wide with shock and awe.
>Quit being a faggot, you're having a staring contest with your reflection.
>Your horns are shaped somewhat like a bull’s, but on a smaller scale.
>They go straight out, then curve up.
>Well, not straight out or up, but it's a little early to be bringing geometry into evaluating your looks.
>Except for a pale underbelly, your body is covered in crimson red scales, With a few dark black ones towards the tip of your tail.
>Not a bad color scheme!
>You're getting just a little caught up in your looks as you flash a grin at yourself.
>Hot damn those teeth are sharp.
>Along with these claws of yours, you'd make quite the predator!
>Granted a mind such as yours would never be satisfied with such base action!
>Or at least you tell yourself that to feel all high and mighty.
>After a bit, you've basically gotten used to the reflection.
>In doing this, you expected to become a pony of some sort.
>Becoming a dragon never really crossed your mind.
>And honestly?
>You fucking love it.
>You look sleek and fit, your still somewhat tall frame doesn't leave much else to be desired.
>In all honesty, you look great!
>There's nothing more that you want than to stroll into Ponyville right now and introduce their newest resident, but something is somewhat pressing.
>A name.
>Your old name probably won't fit a fantasy setting where the only other dragon is named Spike.
>So, a new name is in order!
>You ponder the possibilities for a bit.
>What should this draconian you be known by?
>What name shall be yours from this day forth?
>That's when it hits you!
>Flamel.
>The scholar who everyone believed was a great alchemist after death.
>It's only fitting, you've technically died, and have all this juicy human world knowledge.
>A comparison to being an alchemist doesn't seem too far fetched!
>Besides, you like the name.
>So why not?
>With that settled, you decide to make your way into town
>Now that you're actually relaxed enough to take in sensory details, things are definitely interesting.
>Each step sees your claws dig a little into the ground.
>The fresh dew on the grass denoting it's early morning is a detail you hadn't expected to find.
>It seems that though this place has kept its soft, animated look to it, thing are more detailed than in the show.
>It makes sense, if this universe was completely accurate, you'd be 2D.
>You can't help but wonder how things are going down back on Earth.
>Someone has probably called the cops by now.
>All you can do is hope your “fireworks” did the trick.
>The sudden anxiety over this is actually surprising.
>You're a badass dragon now, you don't need to concern yourself with that!
>Your walk into Ponyville takes practically no time at all.
>Within six minutes, you're on the outskirts of town.
>Taking a deep breath, you walk right in, swishing your tail around.
>You've got this.
>You own this shit!
>If there was a way to measure smug bravado, you would set the standard for dangerous levels.
>You recognize that, you're cocky- not stupid.
>But, you have just jumped from your reality to a new one.
>So you deserve this.
>What's the harm of walking around like you own the place?
>None that you can see!
>A few ponies look at you with confusion.
>New dragons are not a normal occurrence, and here you are!
>Some part of you wants to playfully lunge at one of the confused looking mares to fuck with them.
>But you /should/ try and make a decent first impression.
>So, you settle for waving.
>It's… a passable substitute.
>You know exactly where you're going.
>Once you find it that is.
>There's a certain pony you're practically dying to meet.
>Twilight Sparkle.
>This is mostly because she's rather intelligent.
>And most definitely not because she's your favorite character abd you're looking to love out some weird fantasy.
>That would be weird!
>You really don't know why you're trying to rationalize this to yourself.
>Instincts maybe?
>Those weird, nerdy human instincts.
>After some internal debate over your “instincts”, you've found exactly what you're looking for!
>With a quick knock, you prepare to be met by…
>Spike.
>You groan, not the local you want.
S: “If you're looking for Twilight, she's not- oh hey! You're a dragon!”
F: “Really? I hadn't noticed!”
>Spike looks at you, confused for a second.
F: “It's sarcasm.”
S: “I-I knew that!”
>Sure he did.
>The little runt leads you inside.
>Sure enough, Twilight is not here.
>Looks like you're playing the waiting game.
>Because that's exactly what you had in mind, jumping through hoops.
>Oh well, at least you're getting tea out of it.
S: “Um… would you happen to be looking for another dragon?”
K: “Are you /really/ coming on to me?”
>Spike blinks a little, the phrase going right over his head.
S: “Um… maybe?”
>You laugh wildly.
>Maybe he /will/ be a little fun.
S: “It's just… we have another dragon in town, and she can't remember anything.”
>Another dragon, and an amnesiac at that?
>You don't remember a story arc like this one.
F: “What's their name?”
S: “Khoa!”
>Khoa.
>That's… a word.
>Some language’s way of saying gold.
>Characters are named after real things here, yeah.
>But how many characters have a foreign word as their name?
F: “Tell me more..."
>This “other dragon” raises so many red flags.
>They appear literally out of nowhere, only remembering their name and a big fall.
>But by going by normal naming conventions here, their name makes no sense.
>You could really go for a drink right now.
>Note to self: inquire about alcohol.
F: “So… where is this Khoa?”
S: “Probably working on her delivery route right now.”
>A delivery route huh?
>Which means they’re probably in town, but you’ll have to pinpoint where.
>You’ll have to get a list of their stops, and then estimate their stride to calculate how far along it they’ve gotten.
>Your skills are already going to be of use it seems!
>Or, it seemed that way until the door opens.
K: “Hey, Spike, Twi’s got some mail.”
>Well, you /would/ have been able to figure it out.
>But, as long as she’s here, might as well use that!
>This “Khoa” is a shorty, that’s for sure.
>Taller than Spike, but not by any notable amount.
>And normally /you/ were the short one!
>You can’t help but smirk at how well you won the draconian gene lottery.
>Also, fittingly, Khoa is a golden color.
>The name is almost too on the nose.
>Granted, she could be called Goldie or some other horrible hippie garbage, but that’s beyond the point.
>Once she’s handed over the letters to Spike, you turn to her.
F: “Hey there, mind if we talk for a minute?”
>She’s only just now getting a good look at you.
>They look a little surprised to see you, probably because dragon population is so small.
>Taking her lack of refusal as agreement, you kindly drag her outside.
>She squirms a bit, but doesn’t pull away.
>That’s a good sign!
K: “So, what did you want to talk about…?”
>They sound annoyed, but are hiding it behind a wall of not giving a shit.
>You can respect that, but also need to get a few things straightened out.
F: “Hello, I’m new to town! My name is Flamel!”
>There’s a flash of recognition in their eyes.
>Yeah, there’s no denying it, something is up with them.
>That or you’re crazy.
>The odds are a 60/40 split most likely.
>But, might as well keep pressing!
F: “Hmm? Do you know the name?”
>Khoa looks down a little, averting eye contact.
>They’re pretty awful at being secretive.
>Well, that’s not exactly fair.
>She’s probably great at faking amnesia when nobody can call her on her shit.
>But if she /does/ have amnesia, she probably wouldn’t have recognized your name.
F: “Just to clarify, my first name isn’t Nicholas, just Flamel.”
>The way they jump at hearing a human name basically confirms it.
>This dragon knows about humans.
>You lean in close, smirking.
F: “How do you know about Nicholas Flamel? Amnesia or not, how does a dragon know about a human?”
>They’re trying to come up with an answer to it, but nothing seems to be coming out how they want it to.
>You half expect her to try running away from you.
>Hell, you half hope she does! You’d love to try running in this body.
>But, no such luck for you it seems.
>Khoa sighs, before dropping a little bombshell.
K: “This dragon /was/ a human.”
>You don’t know what you were expecting.
>Honestly the idea of them actually being human didn’t cross your mind.
>Yeah, it should have been at least considered, but you’re supposed to be the only former human here!
>Could you really be only the second person to do this?
>But, you should have seen reports on this!
>Unless they covered their tracks like you did.
>Dammit! How dare they steal your idea?
F: “Fess up! Did you steal my research?!”
>Khoa looks at you like you’ve gone crazy.
K: “What the hell are you talking about?”
F: “My research! You bummed off my work on multiverse theory and got here first!”
>Her eyes light up almost instantly.
K: “Is /that/ how I got here? W-was I some test subject?!”
>That’s… scarily possible.
>Maybe someone did steal your work, and had enough self preservation instinct to not send themselves first.
>Fuck why didn’t you think of that?
>However, the more you discuss this with Khoa, the less likely it is that she was some test subject for a rival in the field.
>Based on her account, she got here after trying to kill herself.
>Dark, sure, but definitely not what it would take to get her here.
>You explain, in layman’s terms, the launchpad and the process of getting it to send someone.
>Khoa seems disappointed by this.
>It seems like she’s been trying to investigate her waking up here, and this was her biggest possible lead she’s found.
>Tough shit.
>As cool as some kind of multiverse hopping laser would be, there’s no way that exists and can be used with accuracy on some depressed shit head jumping from a window.
>The point still stands that you are /not/ the first human to come here and randomly become a dragon.
K: “So… you just got here?”
>You nod, motioning for Khoa to sit down.
>You’ve both been talking for a good bit, might as well get comfortable.
K: “Gotcha. Hey, did you ever watch the show?”
F: “Well no shit, if I didn’t I would have shot for literally any other reality. Why?”
>They rub the back of their neck, trying to push out an awkward question.
K: “You don’t remember them having coffee, do you?”
F: “Of course not! There’s no way… wait, are you implying?”
>There’s no way in hell.
>They’re fucking with you, they have to be.
F: “How would they even /have/ coffee?”
>Your head is hurting.
>Could they really have advanced far enough to start brewing coffee?
>Does this mean alcohol is possible?
>Focus! You've got a bigger issue right now.
K: “I was hoping /you'd/ know Ms. Physics!”
>You roll your eyes at your new assistant.
>She hasn't exactly /officially/ become your assistant, but you could definitely benefit from having another former human working with you.
>Plus she's already /assisting/ you.
>So, she's your assistant as far as you're concerned!
>But, less on that, more on the matter of advanced brewing techniques.
>Your own exploits will have to be put on hold for a little while it seems, this is just too curious to pass up!
F: “When did you drink this coffee? How was it?”
K: “A week or so ago? It tasted pretty good, but was far from perfect…”
>You'll have to go investigate this yourself, and once you've gotten your answers, you can do your own work.
>Whatever that work will be.
>You stand up, stretching a little.
K: “Need me to show you the way?”
F: “No, why would I? The layout here is pretty simple”
>For some reason, Khoa looks a little flustered by that.
K: “R-Right… lead the way then…”
>With pleasure!
>You're Khoa, and you don't know what to think.
>Out of the blue some dragon shows up- that's weird enough.
>And /then/ they start dropping references to Nicholas Flamel?
>Leave it to your sorry ass to not be able to hide your recognition of the name.
>Seriously, you'd be a shitty poker player if you crack this easy.
>But, at least this Flamel is also formerly human.
>Although from the sound of it, her coming here was very intentional, and she has no clue why you're here.
>You sigh, that laser theory seemed so airtight in your head.
>And now you're helping her look into something that's sort of bothered you- coffee.
>You're not complaining, you love having coffee here, but the fact that it's here is very strange.
>Something hits your face, snapping you out of your daze.
F: “Khoa! Look!”
>You sigh, looking over at the alarmed vendor and her wares.
>Be sure to apologize for Flamel once we leave…
>The vendor is selling fruits, nothing special.
>Slightly annoyed, Flamel points at what she threw at you.
>A dark cherry.
K: “So?”
F: “These can be used to brew coffee!”
>Oh.
>Oh!
>Wait...
K: “Really?”
F: “I bet that English major has helped you /so/ much.”
>Jokes on her, you dropped out!
>The vendor chuckles softly.
V: “You dragons and your coffee cherries… Ever since Tonic got here...”
>You and Flamel simultaneously look at each other.
>Who the hell is Tonic?
>You are Flamel and you are chewing out your assistant.
F: “You're telling me that you've been here for two months and Spike never /once/ mentioned another dragon?!”
>All Khoa can do is shrug, she honestly has no idea.
>Fucking English major idiot.
>Apparently another dragon has been living in town, one who flat out invented coffee, and named it coffee.
>They have to be human, there's no way they aren't.
>So you're the /third/ to get here?
>Un-fucking-believable
>Khoa looks really spooked for some reason.
K: “I… I asked around about other dragons! People said I was the second one to move in!”
>She sure sounds adamant about this.
>But this pony talks like Tonic has been here longer than Khoa.
>Two humans turned dragons, neither knowing the other exists until you showed up?
>Your mind is starting to race with theories.
>You'll have to meet Tonic before confirming anything, but maybe your theoretical physics degree still has some use here.
F: “Fuck yeah, things are getting interesting!”
K: “H-hush!”
>You are Tonic and you aren't sure what's going on.
>This morning you woke up in a place you are definitely not familiar with.
>Not your room in the castle, not any room you remember from the show, but it's vaguely familiar.
>Sitting up to look around, you notice shelf of books sloppily stacked.
>Looks like the books you got from the library recently.
>Wait, weren't you on a train?
>Spike was taller and arguably horny, Twilight was coming on to you, and that dream you had…
>Maybe it's good you're /not/ dealing with that right now.
>Still though, where the hell are you?
>You head out of the room, finding yourself in a little shop.
>Well this is new.
>The room opens up to the area behind a counter, there's assorted ingredients lining the shelves and a large cauldron over to the side.
>You sniff at the air, noticing a familiar smell.
>Is that fucking coffee?
>Upon further inspection, it looks like this place is all about making the stuff.
>Since when is there a coffee shop in Ponyville?
>And when did /you/ start living in it?
>As you keep trying to piece together how you went from a train to apparently being a barista, the front door opens.
>Why the hell wasn't your door locked? Someone could have robbed you!
>No, not the time to worry about some shop you didn't even know you ran.
>Two dragons just walked in.
>You've definitely never seen them on the show.
>The taller red one walks up to your counter like they own the place.
>Hell, at this point that wouldn't surprise you.
>F: “You're Tonic, yes?”
>Great, it knows your name.
>F: “Inventor of coffee, your ‘special tonic’, yes?”
>All you can do is nod really.
>This pushy red bitch points a claw at you.
>F: “You are a human!”
>She has no idea what she's-
>Wait what did she just say?
>She's officially got your attention.
>As the red bitch, or Flamel as she insists, explained, apparently every dragon in the room was once human.
>She got here in some crazy science experiment and the other one apparently killed herself.
>What a weird duo.
>F: “So, how did you get here, what was the last thing you did as a human?”
To: “Um… well, it involved a heart attack and a picture of a banana…”
>They're both looking at you like you're a retard.
To: “I uh, mean that-”
>Flamel shakes her head.
F: “Just, just don't.”
>You swear you can hear her mutter “faggot” under her breath.
>Fucking great.
>K: “Anyways… apparently you've been here for a while. And although Flamel got here today, I've been around town for months. And I've just heard of you today for the first time.”
To: “That's… impossible! I've been here for a while, and not running a coffee place.”
>Confused looks all around, even the bitchy one seems stumped.
To: “I lived in the castle, with Princess Twilight up until today.”
>Khoa looks up, surprised.
>K: “Twi isn't a princess yet here!”
>Bitchy gasps eagerly.
>F: “Could this be a time paradox?”
>Right before she gets to start rambling, the door opens again.
>Another dragon.
> Holy shit are you even minority anymore?
>?: “Oi!”
>You're Flamel and you're arguing with a british dragon.
>Just as you made the stunning discovery that both Khoa and Tonic hail from not only existed in different Equestrias, but they existed at different times, /they/ showed up.
>Some white dragon, wearing a leather jacket.
>She demanded to know who Tonic is and how they built this place overnight.
>At least, you think that's what she said.
>It's like they're speaking some other, more faggoty language.
>You /politely/ asked them to repeat themselves and now, well Khoa is trying to hold them back.
>Because the short one is /totally/ going to be able to hold back this raging lunatic in front of you.
>D: “Oi cunt! You gotta problem wit me voice?”
F: “All I did was ask you to enunciate faggot!”
>To: “Do you /know/ any other insults?”
>D: “C’mon you Yankee bitch! Let's fuckin’ go!”
>Okay, this might be spiraling a little out of control.
>You're a scholar for fuck’s sake!
>This poor, poor brit probably received a shit education!
>It should be up to you to be the bigger person.
F: “I'll kick your ass so hard, you'll be split in half more than the fuckin’ Brexit vote!”
>It /should/ be up to you.
>Tonic and Khoa both look at each other, worried looks on their faces.
K: “Wouldn't happen to brew tranquilizers too would you?”
>To: “Sure, it's right next to the aspirin I'll need for the headache I'm getting right now.”
>The white dragon shoves Khoa to the side, walking right up to you.
F: “Now hold on a sec-”
>Their fist connects with your jaw before you can finish.
>The mother fucker has a mean right hook, mean enough to knock you your ass.
>Oh so that's what it's like to see stars.
>That's fucking grand.
D: “It's Daze, not fag ya cunt!”
>Message… received.
>It seems like you passed out after being punched.
>By the time you come to, you half expect that white monster to kick your ribcage.
>But, when you look around, it seems the other dragons are just drinking coffee.
>They'd have best saved you some.
>K: “Oh! Looks like Flamel is up”
>Grunting, you sit up, clutching your head.
>K: “Daze, apologize for knocking her out!”
>The white dragon flashes a look like “Do I fucking have to?
>Daze must be the British one.
>Khoa shoots her own look at Daze.
>And it looks like Daze relents!
>What are they a couple or some shit?
>D: “Eh, sorry for the aggro mate, went a little barmy back there.”
>You go to mumble fuck off, but decide against it.
>This Daze could, and would, fuck you right up.
F: “Yeah, a’ight…”
>What managed to calm Daze down?
>Well, relatively calm at least.
>Was it the coffee?
>Khoa and Tonic perhaps?
>Wait!
>You don't give a shit, there are far more important things to question right now.
>Things that you've been needing to ask ever since you walked in here but never managed to until now.
>It's time to fulfill this duty.
F: “Can I get some coffee?”
>It's not the best cup of joe you've ever had, but you've had worse.
>As you sip at the scalding hot brew, you wonder if any other dragons are going to show up.
>At this rate it's very likely you'll see more.
>They’re probably already in town, dazed and confused.
>You wince, maybe just confused.
>Just thinking of her makes you want to rub your jaw.
>To: “So, if my life changed, I think it's safe to assume all of you have had some changes as well?”
>Not a bad assumption in all honesty.
F: “I mean, I suppose that's possible.”
>K: “As far as I can tell, I'm still a delivery woman.”
>To: “It wouldn't hurt to check if you still live where you once did, I got bounced out of the castle without even noticing.”
>Why did she live in the castle anyways?
>She's just some random dragon who can brew coffee.
>Khoa seems to take Tonic’s suggestion to heart, getting up to leave.
>K: “Want to come too Daze?”
>Daze, upon hearing her name hops up, tossing her fragile cup to the ground.
D: “Sure, beats faffing here with these sods.”
>The two walk off, Khoa mouthing an apology to Tonic as they leave.
>Tonic starts cleaning up the broken cup, sighing a little.
F: “I'm going to take a shot in the dark here, you were a chemist before this, right? You managed to replicate coffee, and must have had something to offer of you lived in the castle.”
>To: “Not really, no.”
>Fucking…
>Just, come on.
>At least they aren't an English major, or some other worthless study.
>That's something at least.
>Or at least you hope they aren't.
>You motion for Tonic to refill your drink.
>Rolling her eyes, she does just that.
>To: “This is all bullshit.”
F: “What do you mean?”
>To: “I get /somewhat/ used to living here, get caught up in some very important stuff, and just before I can get shit done… poof, I’m here.”
F: “Don’t worry, I’ll figure things out. I’m a theoretical physicist, this is my forte!”
>Tonic doesn’t look very confident in you, not at all.
>She’s just kind of glaring at you.
>You scoff a little, sure, she can think what she wants, you’ve got this.
>It’ll take you no time at all once you get to work on it, maybe a couple days tops.
F: “Speaking of, I think I should head to the library. Maybe they’ll have /something/ relatively useful for me to use.”
>To: “You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing Flamel.”
>Now it’s your turn to glare.
F: “Excuse me, is a barista who had a heart attack over a shitty meme telling a fucking scientist they can’t do this? This is my area of study!”
>To: “It doesn’t matter what kind of shit you know about physics, you’re living in a world with magic. I mean, I can breath fucking /acid/, you’re out of your league if you think just science played a role in this.”
>Chugging down the rest of your coffee, you hand Tonic the cup.
>You don’t need to listen to this, not right now.
>You’re just going to go to the library and find the most relevant books you can.
>And then you’re going to figure out what the hell happened, and why the hell all these other dragons are here.
>And maybe you can send all these other dragons back home and have your peaceful Equestria.
>The one you fucking came here for.
>You are FBI agent David Carrington, and you’re pissed about being woken up from your sleep.
>It was supposed to be a day off, a day for you to relax and wind down.
>But at about two in the morning you get a phone call about some supposed domestic terrorism.
>When you got to the site, you saw a relatively small blast site, a leveled warehouse and a few nearby buildings that were damaged.
>This does not look like terrorism, not at all.
>Why would some terrorist blow up a random warehouse?
>Sighing a little to yourself, you look over at the beat cop on the scene.
Da: “So, why exactly was I called out here? Looks like your average arson to me.”
>C: “Yeah, that’s what it looks like, but there’s a few things that just… they’re not normal.”
>They hand you something, looks like it’s a witness report.
>You start reading it over, it looks like it’s by the owner of the next door restaurant.
>Apparently the tenant of this warehouse lived there, and would constantly reroute power to the warehouse, among other weird things.
>Sure, that’s weird, but what makes this terrorism?
>The cop notices your skepticism, taking the report.
>C: “Traffic camera nearby caught the tenant enter the warehouse twenty minutes before the explosion. She never left. Yet, there’s no sign of a body in the rubble.”
Da: “You’re kidding, right?”
>They shake their head.
>C: “We also managed to recover the hardrive from their computer, looks like most of their files are encrypted to hell.”
>You mutter a curse, it looks like this is going to be a longer night than you wanted.
>Some random woman has been syphoning power, somehow isn’t found dead after their warehouse is leveled, and has some heavy encryptions on her shit.
>Maybe calling the FBI was not an exaggerated choice.