An excerpt · 7:03am Jun 1st, 2018
It was a handsome pipe, though Dim wondered if it was worth purchasing. The pipe was a frivolous expenditure to be sure, but it was a handsome pipe of unique design. Bombay called it creepy, but what did she know? A skeletal arm and hand clutching a bloodshot eyeball was the perfect accoutrement for a vizard. The bony arm and hand were carved from fine wood, while the eyeball was crafted from glass. Dim suspected that when lit, the eyeball would have a Tartarian glow.
“It’s hideous,” Bombay said while shaking her head.
Dim could not help but wonder if she felt that way because she had lost her eye. Saying nothing, he packed the pipe with clove-infused cannabis while also admiring its design. The stem fit just so between his lips and rested comfortably in the corner of his mouth. With a flick of magic, he lit his pipe and tried a few experimental puffs. In doing so, he somehow attracted the attention of a rather inebriated earth pony, who came wobbling over to have gawk.
After a sour belch, as if to say hello, the earth pony asked in a heavy accent, “What manner of pony are you that can summon up fire without flint or tinder?”
Had this disgusting primitive never seen a unicorn? Was there no magic in this alicorn forsaken countryside? Puffing away, Dim regarded the earth pony with a perplexed, but stolid sneer for all to see upon his face. Rather than send this poor wretch away, Dim decided to humour him. “I… am a vizard.”
The earth pony belched out a foul miasma of soured wine, ale, and over-fried food. He blinked a few times, his ears rose and fell, and he swayed on his hooves. “By what name are you known?”
Dim shared an amused glance with Bombay and then replied, “There are some who call me… Dim.”
“Greetings, Dim the Vizard.” The earth pony hiccupped, and satisfied, he went stumbling off, muttering incoherently to himself as he went.
Exchanging another glance with Bombay, Dim saw her shrug, and so he also shrugged back at her in return. The weird but harmless encounter had left both of them a bit perplexed, but they seemed to have shared the same overall reaction. Which was nice, Dim supposed. Bombay waved, signalling that she needed more drink, and while Dim puffed away, he decided that he too, could use a bit more liquid cheer.
Not yet the finished product.
Ah, Monty Python. Truly classic, kudz!
Gotta watch out for a bunny with nasty, sharp teeth.
4874104
At this point in the timeline is Angel even still alive?
4874116
Well, as we have seen, there are multiple Angels.
4874119
Yeah. I forgot.
:: Turns in fan-cred ::