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// Money Troubles 
// Story: Starting a Blaze 
// by Shadowbot739 
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                “Calm down already, I can’t focus on the surroundings.”
That shut me up. I saw that there were no doctors around me, the hospital kind anyway. That and the guard pony found me. I thought about asking for her name. Guards really are not appreciated I think since no one ever ask their names. I met what? Hundreds of guards and soldiers and only know a handful of names.
“How noble of you, learning a name of your stalker.”
I approach the guard pony, “hey, what’s your name?”
She seemed almost surprised that I even composed a legible question, I wonder why. No way was it because of my not random screaming earlier.
“Midnight Storm” the pony answered.
“Maybe she is related to that flaming unicorn vampire horse that you heard about.”
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Unlike many goblins I knew from my home, I actually traveled off that island a few times before it went boom. So I had a few contacts outside my home to get better details of what been going on the mainlands. I always returned rather quickly; and it wasn’t because I got tied up and sent back, obviously.
Now if you keep saying that I am lying about the ponies I’ll set you on fire… Although I rather not be dealing with a pile of ashes. Now now, why you have to go say that, no… no… fine I’ll show you some poof. See the details? The amazing uniquely of this item? No it is not just a rock, it is a rock from their world. Just perform a spell to see where it was last week, you’ll see.
Why you have to be a spoil sport… Saying that you’re dead and have no mana. That is a horrible excuse. Do I need to get my better proof? Hey now, don’t go complaining. I need to save the better stuff for later.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, learning Midnight’s name.

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"Nice name, so should I call you Midnight for short? Storm... MS, Midstorm, Stormy Nigh-?”
“Midnight, only Midnight” she interrupted with annoyance.
“Alright ma’am. You know where the nearest blacksmith shop is? That and a jewel shop? I need some materials.”
“Why?” Midnight asks with suspicion
“So I can make another of these” I tapped my translator.
“You made that? I find that hard to believe.”
“Hey! I’m very good at my crafts. If you can’t believe it, I’ll prove it!”
“Even so, how you expect to pay for these materials? I’m not paying for them.”
“With money, I’m not broke” I answered while holding up a gold coin.
“You’re only mostly broke.”
“Wrong currency, looks similar but clearly not a bit. So what you expect to do now?”
“That is only a minor setback; I can perform a show and make some money. You can be my assistance.”
“I’m not helping a crazy… whatever you are. I’m keeping you out of trouble, not assisting you.”
“Whatever, I didn’t need your help anyway” I turned my back to her and cross my arms.
“Half of your acts required an assistance, and a fourth of those have a high chance of horribly harming the said assistance. Not that I’m disagreeing with the horribly harming part.”
“Shut up voice, no one asked you” I whispered.
I went to find the market district of the town with Midnight trailing. it was a mere block away, so I didn’t have to ask for worthless directions. Now that I am in the center of the district, I pull a short fused dynamite out of my bag, lit it and threw it into the air. The explosion got their attention in my general direction, and some of them ran off in panic.
“Now that I have your attentions ladies err… mares and stallions, I shall give you a show! One like you never seen before!”
“Go away, we had enough of show ponies!” shouted one of the ponies.
“Whoa there, cool your baaing” I casted polymorph-sheep on the pony. “Now where was I? Oh yeah, I was about to perform some magic.”
“What did you do to him? Turn him back!” a mare screamed at me.
I turned her into a baby polar bear, “will you stop interrupting me? I am abou-”
Something hit my back and pinned me down on the ground, “change them back now” Midnight’s voice came from my attacker.
“What? Polymorph is incapable of hurting anything, and only lasts a minute at most, even heals them!”
“It doesn’t matter. You cannot go around transforming everypony, just because they interrupt you. Fix it now.”
“I can only dispel curses, anyone of you can remove a polymorph. Just slap them or something and it’ll brake. I don’t harm things for no reason, geez.”
“Way to go, using a line that will inspire confidence in everyone you meet… not.”
Midnight lets me back up to only twist my arm around and glare right into my eyes. “Do not even perform any magic again unless you tell me exactly what you are casting and what it does, got it?”
“Tell her that I’d love to hang out in her mind some time, I’d love to see her personal thoughts. Don’t you agree bro?”
“Shut up demon voice.” I turn my gaze back to Midnight, “hey Midnight, if I can’t perform a show, nor use my own currency… and I can’t pickpocket at all, how you expect me to get materials for my inventions? I really want to repair my flying machine too…”
“Flying machine? There is no way you can make something that sophisticated.” she scoffs.
Giving Midnight an evil eye, I opened my bag and pulled out the shrunken down machine, along with my shrink-ray. Setting the machine down I stepped back, flipped the shrink-ray in reverse and fired. The flying machine grew back to its normal size, about thrice my size, the damage to the main propeller became very obvious. The blades are bent in several places with chunks torn out of them. The boosters fixed on either side have many dents and even some black scales sticking in them.
“It looks like it had a fight with a Hydra and lost. What happen?” Midnight asked, astonished.
“A black drake that was trying to eat me ended up getting caught in the main propellers and fell onto the boosters, thus crippling any potential way to fly. I have to replace the propellers, patch the holes, and bang out the dents. The dents I can do, patching the holes is easy, but a tri-blade propeller set? I don’t carry sturdy metal in that kind of quantity.” I set out my tools and start prying open the panels on the left booster.
“Did you just make a completely sane sounding sentence?”
“I know my craft. Now look away, I’m not trusting you with my secret of getting this thing to go one percent faster than normal models. Not even the grass!”
“And there goes the slice of hope I had…” the guard muttered.
It took a while, but I managed repair what I could. The base mechanical workings of the propeller system been repaired, but I as I had no replacement for the blades, a total repair job could not be performed. Midnight seems to be quite interested in my machine, So much that she seems to question if I’m just acting insane or not, that’s what I thought anyway.
“So… does it work?” Midnight asked me.
“I’ll run and move, but not fly. Too much weight for the boosters to keep it beyond a hover” I answer.
“Again, you sound sane again. How do you do that?”
“How do I sound sane? What kind of question is that?”
“You…” she eventually just sighed, I’m causing a lot of that lately. “What now?”
“Well I’m going to find a way to make some money, I need those parts. Maybe you…” I looked over to Midnight with an eager look to my eyes.
Blue mare backed away shaking her head, “no, I’m not going to pay for the materials.”
“What?” I said innocently “No... I was going to ask you to help me with a show.”
She groans in frustration, “fine, but you do not do anything that will even change one hair on anyponies body.”
“It is not my goal to harm, unless you're a demon, undead”-a few exceptions on the undead thing.- “old god minion, or The Killer Rabbit.”
“Dare I ask... The Killer Rabbit?”
“It killed my father, I tried hunting the thing down, but it completely disappeared.”
“You better not go throwing fireballs at every rabbit you see.”
“No of course not, I would know those blood lusting eyes anywhere. Those claws… the teeth.” I shudder.
“Before we do this… show, what is your plans for it.” Midnight eyes me wearringly.
I walk up to the mare and whisper my plans into her ear.
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Ten minutes later we find ourselves in front of the town hall. Like before, I used an explosive up into the air to get the ponies attention, but instead of a dynamite, I used some fireworks. Again the explosion startled many of them, but far fewer ran off in a panic. No, some of them just glared at me and left the area.
“I bet you 10 gold that they are getting the torches and pitchforks”
Ignoring the voice, I jump into the air while unleashing my dragon breath spell straight up. When I landed, I find even less ponies in the crowd. Not letting that get me down, I pulled five wooden rods out of my bag, lit the ends and start juggling them. By juggling, I mean throwing them up into the air casting slow fall on each one, and kicking them back up every time they came close to the ground.
The crowd stops booing me, and starts giving faces of awe. I gave the nearest mare my best smile and winked. She seemed weirded out by the wink and steps back a little. Since that didn’t work, I winked at different one.
“What are you even doing? I’m in your head and I don’t understand your goal here”
“I’m trying to gain a loyal fan” I answered with a whisper, then I spoke up “Midnight!”
The Guard came up to me with a bucket of water. Where I found that bucket, I’ll never say. I take the bucket from her and let the torches drop into it. After that I drop it to the ground and casted flamestrike around the bucket. The ground bursts into flames circling around the bucket. The water bubbles and releases steam as I walk over to it, my fireproof shoes keeping my feet from burning. Once I got to the bucket, I called upon an ice storm to hail over the flames.
I took the bucket in my hands and threw the water up into the air, burnt out torches hitting the ground. The water bursts into a thick mist. I used the mist as cover to blink behind the crowd and perform a slow clap. As I hoped, the ponies start to clap err...stomp along, so I blinked back into the dispersing mist.
“Thank you, thank you!” I said while bowing to the crowd. “I call that Boiling Mist.”
I kicked the bucket towards the crowd in hope that they’ll toss in their bits. There was many clanking  sounds as they came up to it and left. I walked up to the bucket and found many golden coins, but like Midnight says, there is a clear difference between a bit and the coins I traditionally use. They had an image of the sun on one side and the moon on the other, whereas the coins I used were basically a chunk of gold in coin shape.
I turn around to Midnight and spoke: “So, where is the blacksmith?”