Lily - 13th of Solarus ‘15 EoH - Noonish
Everyone has their idea of a ‘great person’. In general, it’s someone who's accomplished amazing things while remaining some form of upstanding role model. Everyone’s always wondered what it would be like to meet someone like that in person.
Apparently it’s literally like meeting anyone else.
I was seated in Scootaloo’s apartment across the table from Rainbow Dash. A name known almost universally. Athlete. Adventurer. World Hero. Fastest Thing Alive.
The unique rainbow patterned mane. The sky blue fur. Magenta eyes. Lightning bolt cutie mark. Everypony alive knew what she looked like. Mostly from the label of her line of sports drinks, which was the only product to actually improve your performance by more than a few percentage points.
A twenty percent boost, no matter what. So potent that it was illegal to use in sports unless everyone had some. Dash would have been famous just for that drink. But the list of broken athletic records, her inclusion as a character in a Daring Doo novel, oh and right, she saved the world from Triek… Dash was a living legend.
And yet, as she sat across the table from me, that’s not how I saw her. I saw her as just another pony, and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.
She looked just like her posters. Built like a laboratory's attempt to streamline a pony. Shoulders akin to a brick outhouse taped to another brick outhouse, nothing more than tightly packed powerful muscle that in my professional opinion, should have atomized her wing bones with each twitch.
And yet, she still didn’t look bulky. She didn’t look masculine, well, she did, just a little, but that had nothing to do with her wings. That was all in her body language.
Cocky, aggressive, brash. She was all of those things, her general posture told you that. But her tone of voice, words, and genuine emotions showed a completely different side of her as well.
“Alright,” Dash said decisively, “we’ve been talking for a while. You don’t seem like a crazypony. Sure, you fixed up Scoots wings, and I owe you a ton for that, and you also healed Flash up… But, and please don’t be mad… You seriously look and sound like the evil mage from an old B-movie!”
I couldn’t help but crack a grin. “Ja, I know… I can’t help being Germane-”
“Wait, you can’t?” Dash interrupted. “You couldn’t like, just change your looks and voice to whatever you wanted?”
I bit my lip and gave her a slow nod. “Well… Ja, I could. But I like me. I’m happy like this. Would you change how you looked if you could?”
She smirked. I think I said the right thing to get on her good side.
“Pff, no! I’m awesome!” Dash objected. “I’m a bit… Serious though. You know, when it comes to the body. I get that you got the metal out of her wings, and you fixed them up for her, and also apparently made them flap silently… But I don’t get what Scoots means by you needing some of me to finish her up.”
Ah, there we go. Concerned mom looking out for kid time. I hadn’t ever had this particular conversation before. I’d never dealt with anypony’s parents.
Fortunately, I knew how to be professional.
“What do you want to understand batter?” I asked.
“Uh, I think you mean better.” Dash pointed out.
I blushed slightly. “Oh, danke.”
“Anyway… What sort of magic are you using? What does it do exactly.” Dash asked leaning forwards a little. “I happen to be friends with Twilight Sparkle. I’ve had one of the best mages as a friend for fifteen years, and she couldn’t let Scootaloo fly for more than an hour. Or even find anypony who could do that for her, even after seven whole years.
“So what makes you different. How are you doing it?” She asked, looking at me with rapt attention. Less in awe of me, more like I was being weighed for market.
“I am a biomancer. A school of magic that until recently was illegal in your country.” I explained. “This is because, well, it’s hard to learn and very easy to make a mistake that can cause a very painful death or worse for a subject of it. It can also be used to create monstrous creatures, or in theory, und this is only theory, create an Alicorn.
“Now I say theory because that has never been done, und trying to do it bucked up my entire country. If I couldn’t repair my own body, I’d have died when I was nine from diseases most ponies don't get until they are in their late second century. But, as you saw this morning when Scootaloo hugged you with her wings, it can also do many great things.
“I am fortunate in that my talent is Biomancy itself. I am by no means the best to ever live, it is my people’s historic School of Magic after all. There were many greater than I will ever be. But I have never made a mistake I couldn’t fix. I am very… High quality.”
Dash nodded, “Okay, so you know magic that probably nopony else in Equestria does. But how does it work?”
“You said Twilight let her fly for ein hour, ja?” I asked curiously. “I’m guessing she used Transformation?”
Dash nodded.
“Transformation magic takes one thing, und directly translates it into something else.” I explained, trying not to be a dick and talk about magic as if a pegasi would know it’s details, but also trying to not sound like I was talking down to her. “It consumes a lot of energy at once, und burns through its allotted energy quickly. But it can be infused into potions, und most effects a pony may want are ones they would not like to have forever.
“Biomancy is much like Transformation. But it doesn't change anything other than living tissues, und it does not transform those tissues directly into what you desire. Instead, it physically changes each und every cell, using the natural processes of biological systems to accomplish what you desire it to do.
“You instruct the very cells to change, und you give them the energy to do so. It is also permanent, you have changed what their actual self is, rather than simply told magic to ‘make this leg look like a wing and work like a wing’.”
Dash shifted in her seat a little, clearly thinking and trying to process it. Had I said it too vaguely? Perhaps too simply?
“So what you are saying is that Transformation magic is like steroids.” Dash summarized. “They can make you stronger, but only for as long as that dose you took lasts. Then you need more. But Biomancy is like a real workout that you keep up for years and as long as you don’t just trash your body, you stay strong. Am I getting that right?”
I nodded, smiling happily. “Ja! Exactly right. While both schools can do a lot of the same things, Transformation burns the energy you put into it to make the magic do what you want, but biomancy uses the magic to change you at the most basic level so you can just do what you want.
“Und so, each one has things it can do that the other can not. Like making you an Alicorn. I couldn’t do that, but I am sure you have seen those costume tiaras that give you an hour of demi-godhood.”
Dash snickered. “Yeah I have. AJ and I pranked Twilight with a pair of them. Heh, we had her thinking we achieved Alicornhood by defeating Big Mac in an arm wrestling contest. But, um, I think you are overestimating what those things can do.
“I mean, yeah I had a horn. But it was just a horn. No magic. Just a shape. But Twilight couldn’t tell the difference, so there was probably some sort of Enchanting aura or something on those that makes others think you have an Alicorn’s arcane signature or something.”
I felt my ears droop. Well, there went that dream. “Oh… I um… I was hoping to buy one so I could see what flight would be like.”
“So you can’t give yourself wings, but you can make Scoots fly?” Dash asked suspiciously.
I sighed and pointed to Dash’s wings with a hoof, “I could give myself a pair of those right now. Und I could move them just like a pegasi could. But your kind uses a lot of magic to fly, und I can’t give myself the organelles to fly properly while still having my horn and unicorn magic organelles or well… Last time I tried I herniated my left lung and liver because my skin started to split und blister li-”
“Uh, I get the picture. You can’t have both without being really really sick.” Dash said with a wince, “and if you got rid of your horn you couldn’t change back.”
“Exactly.” I answered. “Though, I could probably work out how a griffon flies, or perhaps a changeling. They don’t use magic to fly… But that could take months or years. Because I need to know exactly what I want to do in terms of DNA and cells. I could easily give myself cancer trying to fly like a griffon.”
Dash nodded. I could tell from her eyes that she was concerned. “So, if your magic is this dangerous, why should I let you use it on Scootaloo again?”
“Oh nein, nein, nein!” I exclaimed soothingly. “All I will have to do for her is things I have done many times before. In fact, I’ve done it to myself twice und it’s why I’m still alive! The real danger lies in attempting new things, und in making too many changes to someone in too short of a time.
“All I did for Scoots was heal her wings with her own natural processes, that’s perfectly safe. Well, I also made some small changes, but nothing major. She’s safe for another alteration. But after the next spell, she can’t be safely changed for about eight months. Unless she wants to develop an aggressive cancer in something, usually it’s the heart or kidneys. Your body doesn't like to change drastically without long rests between instances.”
“Uh, so yeah… You say ‘it’s fine’ but then also say ‘causes cancer’...” Dash said sheepishly, “You’re not really selling your case here.”
I face hooved. Dammit you silly pony. Not everyone knows what cancer actually is, let alone what causes it.
“Any time you change a cell, you risk damaging it.” I explained. “But I am very very good at it, und I know methods und spells which are some of the safest developed to date! But, ja, if I make a mistake I could accidentally cause a cell to begin dividing uncontrollably und not die when it’s supposed to. That is what cancer is.” I explained.
Dash opened her mouth to reply, but I held up a hoof to cut her off. “Nein, let me finish. Das risk is exactly why even with a procedure I could do right now, this hour, I am taking a whole week to redo all of the arcana, triple check it, und then after I am certain everything will work, then I cast the spell.”
“Oh, well, that is definitely different.” Dash admitted, some of the fear in her voice vanishing
“So, are you convinced that it is safe for me to work with her?” I asked, needing that confirmation.
Dash mulled it over for a few minutes, lips pursing as she thought. Then, finally, she nodded. “Yes. If it’s that simple of a spell, but you're going to work that hard to make sure it works right, I think I can trust you. So. How exactly will making Scoots my actual kid fix her, and how are you going to do that? Because I really don’t want to have to birth a foal. That would destroy my figure and ruin my entire career.”
“Uh… Raising a foal isn’t that disruptive.” I said in slight confusion.
Dash flashed me a grin. “Heh! You’re a doc. Think about it medically.”
I frowned, doing as asked until my eyes widened with clarity, “Oh! With your small frame having a foal would displace a lot of your skeleton while developing, und possibly induce permanent bends.”
“Mhm. My mom’s spine got permanently tweaked when she had me.” Dash said nonchalantly. “Our whole family’s always been pretty slim over all. I actually had my ovaries removed around my twenty-fifth for the express reason of not ruining my streamlining or messing up my back… So um… We don’t have to somehow fit Scoot’s in me, do we?”
I erupted into laughter, almost falling off of the bench I was sitting on. “Haha! Nein! Nein! We don’t have to do that! I just need a DNA sample from you. A feather, blood, spit, fur, lock of mane, anything.”
Dash wiped a hoof across her forehead. “Oh thank Celestia! Now uh, let’s pretend I never ever thought we might have to do that, okay?”
I nodded. “Ja no problem.”
“Right… So I give you a feather and you use it to do… What?” Dash asked desperately trying to move the conversation along.
I couldn’t blame her. I would be really embarrassed about that little idea myself.
“I use it to extract DNA from you,” I explained, “und then I write it’s sequence down using Biomantic notations. I use a sample of Scoot’s DNA to do the same. Then I work out how the two would combine best, picking an x chromosome of her’s to replace with yours based on which of the options is medically superior.
“Once I have made the choice, using the appropriate spell I create special types of viruses which will insert the new genome created from your DNA into her cells, und then instruct her cells to begin-”
I noticed Rainbow’s eyes were starting to glaze over. Time to speed this up. “-Ah, I use magic to put the new DNA into her, und then get her body to start replacing all of it’s old cells with the new ones. She will then have an undamaged genome, und the last part of the magic will cause a one time regeneration of lost tissues resulting in her regrowing any missing body parts. In this case, her flight feathers.”
“Wait, any missing part?” Dash asked in sudden concern.
Ah, I knew that tone. “I can instruct the magic to not recreate specific organs. Did she have her appendix of tonsils removed?”
Dash nodded and sighed in relief. “Yeah her appendix almost burst a few months after I adopted her.”
“Nein problem,” I reassured, “I’ll make sure she’s fine. So… May I ask you something now?”
Dash nodded. “Yeah yeah, just give me a minute to get you a feather.”
“Uh that’s not what I-”
Dash turned and plucked a small feather from her wing. Not an important one, it came from close to her shoulder. Still, that had to hurt to just yank one out.
“There ya go kid.” Dash said spitting the feather onto the table and sliding it over with one hoof. “Oh and fair warning… Scoots is going to love you.”
The words hit me like a sock full of oranges across the face. “Uh, beg pardon?”
“She’s bi, you’re cute, and you’re giving her the single greatest gift anypony ever could.” Dash said in a ‘duh’ tone. “She’s going to fall for you. Trust me.”
“Oh…” I admitted with a hesitant shocked.
Dash suddenly looked around, ears perked in surprise. “Huh, I expected Pinkie to chime in with something…”
“Uhhh…” I honestly didn’t have anything I could say to that.
“Ah well,” Dash resumed, “look, if, but most likely when, Scoots decides to just glomp or kiss you, be nice.” Dash ordered. “Or I’ll have my wife buck you into next week. And not the sexing kind of bucking, the kicking kind.”
I was still trying to process the fact that Dash was right. I actually was giving somepony the greatest possible gift, and yes the natural reaction would be a crush. Faust’s floofy tail! What do I do?!
Well, I guess I could take her out once or twice. She was nice, and it would be nice to have a friend.
“In case you’re wondering,” Dash continued, “I’m mostly ribbing you. But seriously, I know Scoots better than anypony. If you’re not interested in her, please get something ready to turn her down in a nice way that won't just crush her completely, okay?”
“Uh, well, I don’t think that’s really necessary-” I began, stumbling over my words with a flustered sputtering.
Dash grinned. “Really? Great! Forget I said anything, and take her to a mexicolt place. Right, we done here?”
I felt my mind panic a little. I needed stability, something familiar. Talking! Yes, just completely ignore and forget the incredibly awkward fact that a cute mare's mom told you to ask her daughter to a mexicolt place!
“Actually, I would like to know why Scootaloo never received any medical attention for this before.” I said quickly and urgently, trying to just roll over and forget the last few seconds. “I saved one of the bone sections I removed, und the bronze plated bolts inserted into them were most definitely going to kill her very soon. She’s fortunate there was a thick oxidization layer und her body had only just begun to wear through it.”
Dash’s face instantly fell into the first stage of advanced sadness. “I um… I really don’t… This is hard for me to talk about, alright?”
“It’s important I know.” I insisted. “I’m not going to judge you as a person, but if there is any medical reason she didn’t receive any care, I need to know in case that creates any complications.”
“Oh.” Dash said to herself in the tone of a pony who realized it would be necessary to talk about something painful. “I don’t want to talk about this twice… And I should probably tell Scoots too. Let’s get her in here.”
I nodded. “Alright, that sounds fair.”
Dash got up and trotted down the hall towards Scoots room, vanishing from sight an instant before she knocked on the door. “Hey, kid. Can you come out here a mi- Ah! Er, sorry Brook.”
“It’s okay.” Brook’s voice said with a giggle.
A moment later I heard the sound of a door opening. “She spooked you coming out of the bathroom again didn’t she?” Scoots asked.
“Yeah.” Dash grunted. “How are you so quiet when you walk?”
“My hooves are soft, not hard. So they don’t click.” Brook explained.
I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I pictured everything happen as it must have, just out of view. Man I wish I’d seen Dash’s face.
“Anyways, dining room.” Dash said coming slowly back into view.
Dash immediately noticed my amused grin and shot me a glare. “It never happened.”
She and Scootaloo quickly took a seat opposite me. Dash squirmed for a few minutes then took a deep breath, turned to Scootaloo and started to talk.
“Right, so… I’ve gave Lily the feather she needed, and she explained how she’s going to fix you.” Dash began. “Now I’m not a doctor, but I do know a lot about what’s good for a body and what’s not. Lily’s definitely doing something dangerous, but she’s doing it way more carefully than anypony I know of-”
“Even Twilight?” Scoots said in a snarky tone.
Dash rolled her eyes. “Obviously! Well, except for like, laboratory study stuff.”
I raised an eyebrow curiously.
“Oh, uh, Twi’s never thought much if at all about using magic to solve a problem… She just sort of does it.” Dash explained.
“... That’s horrifying…” I eeped.
“Meh, she doesn't screw up that much anymore.” Dash said with a dismissive hoofwave. “Anyways, this mare’s got a way to fix you, and I think she can do it… Which means I need to tell you I’m sorry Scoots.”
Scootaloo’s ears drooped slightly. “You knew about the metal, didn’t you…”
Dash nodded. “Y-yeah… And that it was more than just a little…”
I felt my heart sting with empathy as Scoots face fell like she had been slapped.
Dash stumbled over a few words, awkwardly making nonsense sounds until she managed to blurt. “The Doc said you would be safe for at least ten more years, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell you that the only option then was to amputate your wings!”
“W-wait,” Scoots said with a horrified stutter, “amputate?”
“Yeah… Because… Well… The bronze would poison you or something, but like, later.” Dash informed, ears drooping.
“Once your body ate through the oxidized layer and the bronze was exposed, it would be very toxic to you. Bloodpoisioning at the minimum, und possibly death within weeks if it’s arsenic infused bronze. The kind used in older statutes.” I elaborated. “Und you were dangerously close to getting through the oxide layer when I took them out.”
Dash nodded grimly. “Yeah, what she said. I just… They said you had years before there were problems, and when they started it would be very obvious… So I had them not do anything. I mean they said you were okay for the moment and I was sure Twilight could find a way to fix it!”
Scoots nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” She didn’t sound upset by that idea at all. But she did still sound a little betrayed. “But how… How did that turn into almost a decade?”
“Well, Twilight didn’t have a fix.” Dash sighed. “I swore she would but well… I didn’t know she didn’t know healing magic back then. I mean she knows first aid so I thought- Yuu get the idea. But she promised she would find a spell to help, and I trust Twilight with my life.
“So I lied to you… I said I couldn’t afford it then and would save up, and that Twilight was helping. Because… Because I couldn’t tell you that you’d never fly, not when I thought Twilight might find a way to help you.” Dash finished, looking down at the floor in shame.
Everypony was silent for a few long minutes. It was quiet enough for me to hear the light sloshing of the water in Brook’s room. The ticking of the wall clock. The sound of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle's muffled voices talking from beyond the home’s shared wall.
Scootaloo slid down the bench and wrapped her arms around Dash tightly in a loving hug. “It’s alright. I forgive you.”
Dash silently returned the hug. Speaking only after Scoots let go, “So… You understand?”
Scoots nodded. “I do. Thank you. I don’t think… I don’t think I could have handled knowing I’d never fly and that my wings needed to be removed… Besides, you were right.”
Scoots smiled and turned to face me. “Because there is a fix for these wings! Thank you for, you know, existing.”
I smiled slightly, glad that the downer mood was over. “I’m happy that I’m alive too.”
Scootaloo stretched her left wing out, craned her neck and carefully plucked a feather, then set it next to Dash’s on the table.
“Right, there you go.” She said firmly yet happily in a relieved tone of voice. “If you need more, just ask. If you need any help, I’ll get it for you… One week right?”
I nodded. “Ja, one week und we will have you flying.”
I picked the feathers up with my magic, and set them down next to my saddlebags on the far side of the table in preparation for extracting DNA from them. It was time to get cracking.
The front door suddenly burst open! A bright pink mare with a brighter pink mane stood panting in the doorway.
“D-did I miss it?” The crazed looking mare gasped.
I only saw Dash’s ‘barely holding back a laugh’ nod due to having jumped backwards a whole meter in alarm.
“You’re like ten minutes late, Pinks.” She said with an amused chuckle. “Hey Lily, it’s Ponyville. You’ll need to get used to her doing that.”
“Aw darn!” The pink mare sighed, ears drooping, “I was frosting a cake.”
“Uhhh… Okay….” I managed to say, doing my best to lower my tail from an alarmed pose.
“Don’t sweat it Pinks,” Dash chuckled, getting up. “Lily, it was nice talking to ya, but I gotta go. I’ve got stuff to do. So, Pinkie, wanna get lunch?”
“Yepperoni!” She nod-nodded eagerly and trotted out of the room with a overly eager wave directed at me for some reason.
The two mares quickly left the building. My brain started working again.
“The buck was that?” I demanded of nopony in particular.
“Forget it Lily, it’s Ponyville.” Scoots giggled, “Why don't you get started on the spell and I’ll make us lunch?”
I slowly shook my head. What the hay was I getting myself into?
“Yeah, all right.” I said taking a seat and getting my parchment and tools from my bags. “Sounds great.”
Nobody expects the Pinkish Inquisition!
Also...
HEEEEY...
6903097 Our chief weapon is pies! Cake and pies... Uh, our chief weapon is... amongst our weaponry- Ah, I'll come in again.
Lily totally needs to spend points in his 'maniacal laughter' skill. And add a 'von [something]' to his name. Every mad scientist worth his salt has 'von [something]' in their name.
6903166 As a Germane, she dose have a von in her name. Von means from, and that's used to differentiate between individuals because well, Germanes like cervertian names a lot. Lily's full legal name is Azur Lily von Mareburg III, Esquire.
Shocking Pinkie coming in through the front door. Not sure why that shocked Lily. Wait till she sees some of the places Pinkie pops put of
6903174 "How do you even fit into a toaster!?"
"Earth pony magic."
"THAT EXPLAINS NOTHING!"
"Hehe you're silly!"
6903183 exactly and if you want to stay a sane you don't question it..
6903171 Oh well then she's all set! Just needs the maniacal laughter!
Oh, and a lightning machine.
What did Scoot's parents to her daughter to have metal bolts inlaid her body?
6903207 This will be come apparent later.
6903205 I don't believe she's laughed yet in ether story. A giggle sure, but not a proper laugh. As for a lightning machiene, she's got Scoots, and pegasi do lightning.
Well, Lily, when you take a hero down off of the pedestal of celebrity and legend....yeah, they can sometimes just be a normal person.
I'm glad that Dash came clean so quickly to Scoots, and that she had a very good reason for not mentioning it before. She and Scoots are a cute family, and I'd hate to see something like that drive a wedge in there. Now that it's in the open, though, and the bronze bolts have been removed from Scoots' wings they need to have that bronze tested. If it is arsenic impregnated bronze, they should slather Scoots' bio-parents in barbecue sauce and drop them in an enclosure with one of those eel sharks (Not really serious there, but still....those two deserve more punishment than they've received. That looks like it may have been deliberately meant to kill Scootaloo while trying to keep suspicion off of them.)
Dash ships Creamsicle. And now Lily needs to beware of the Pinkie Pie Party! The party will find you, there is no avoiding it.
6903213 Ah, but will Scoots allow Lily to install one of those big knife switches on her for dramatic effect? This is pretty important!
6903192 True, but Azur Lily doesn't know that yet....and no one has warned her.
6903207 Be some of the most horrid parents fucking imaginable who were needlessly cruel...
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Bah! A functional loving family can take a blow like that and just shrug it off. No worries there.
As for Scoot's bio-folks... Well, soon.
6903218 Oh he needs to beware of a lot more than that. But shhhh, spoilers.
6903223 though for Pinkie I'm a little surprised someone isnt concerned she is doing something I'm the normal method
It may be me, though I think the image for the beginning of the writing isn't working.
6903332 It's not you. It's a technical problem plaguing ALL my stories using my thumbnail header. I got FiMfic support to confirm the issue was not on their end, it's not on my end, so it's an imgur issue. I have a support ticket filed with imgur, their image embedding appears to be broken. If it's still broken tomorrow, I'm going to just use another service.
If you are curious, the thumbnail is just the central element of the cover made ~100 pixels high. It's a marker to draw the reader's eye tot he header, ensuring they notice who *I* is for that segment of a scene.
6903342 No worries. I just wanted to bring it your attention in case it might have been a minor quirk, over a fimfic thing. (wasn't sure) And at this level of sleepy, no assuming either way.
Still, a nice and direct bit of patient/client talk with this one.
This will be interesting...
Now I'm imagining Lily trying to study Pinkie's DNA... Fun stuff.
That was cute. I liked it when Lily was talking to Rainbow Dash about biomancy, it was funny.
Sooo dash has a line of steroids? and they improve you by 20%?
so if I took five....
Looooved it! Heh and Rainbow supporting Creamsicle, is great! At least we know one pony will be okay with it hehe. Was nice to be able to get a new chapter to read after taking a hard test. Makes the stress from that lessen so THANKS! And I look forward to the rest, in all your stories you are currently working on.
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Oh my, studying Pinkie's DNA? NOW THAT would be interesting! Maybe Lily could figure out how her Pinkie Sense works? :P
6904130 I suspect that Pink DNA would be just as incomprehensible as the rest of her and not obey normal laws of physics/causality.
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Heh yeah I would assume you right there. Nothing else would make sense for her eh? :P
6903390 I have an answer for you now. Imgur is being a butthurt fuckwit over people embedding images hosted on imgur, despite imgur literally giving you the string needed to embed an image hosted there... So they blocked Fimfic. I'm using DA to host my images now.
i can just see her eyes going to pinpricks with that. Funny things is she is entirely right Twilights used a diet changing spell on two animals in the series she SHOULD NOT HAVE.
Paraspites + MEAT=
Vampire Fruit Bats - Fruit =
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Well no, but her grandfauther on her mother's side was named Frankensteen.
6903599
Pritty sure that would result in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dCs_IlBV6M
6903973 Nah, it's just a sports drink. They chucked one of her feather's into the vat and it made the drink 20% more awesome.
6904130
You're welcome! Happy to serve!
As for working out how the Pinkie Sence functions, that's easy. Twilight worked it out. The Pinkie Sense is a practical application of the theory of atomic interactivity. The idea is that, if every atom of the universe is affected by every other atom of the universe, then it is theoretically possible to extrapolate a model of the entire universe using any single piece of matter as a starting point. The Pinkie Sense does this using Pinkie Pie as its extrapolatory base. As such, for a brief moment, Pinkie knows everything about the position and momentum of every object within range of her sense, which in theroy is infinite.
How Pinkie turns this into usable information and docent go stark raving mad, and let alone how exactly she even dose that to begin with is now the mystery burning through Twi's skull like a plasma torch. Pinkie Pie, you solve one mystery and get three more that are harder than the first.
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Hold on I'ma have Lily reply to this one. Oi! Mad Mage, gehen Antwort auf dieses Kerl Strich gal!
"Aber ich lese ein wirklich gutes Buch!"
Mach es einfach! Sie sind der qualifizierte man hier!
"Ach, in Ordnung! Aber du schuldest mir einen Snack nächsten Kapitel! Ahem, hallo! So, magic... Um... Basic magical ethics goes like this;
"Everything is itself. Everything is part of the world. With Transformation and Illusion magic you can make anything look like a diamond, or a flower, or a fly, or an eye or a flame. But that is mere seeming. Illusion fools the beholder's senses; it makes him see und hear und feel that the thing is changed. But it does not change the thing.
"To change, say a rock into a jewel, you must change its true nature. Und to do that, even to so small a scrap of the world, is to change the world. It can be done. It's not even too hard to do. It is the art of many Wizards, who can do it through one of many diffrent Schools. Which is why we have ethics for the arcane.
"See, you must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good und evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Harmony. A wizard's power can shake the balance of the world. That power is dangerous, period. But it is also useful beyond measure, so it must follow knowledge, and serve need. Because to light a candle is to cast a shadow."
... Du Chroniken von Erdsee lesen, nicht wahr?
"Shhhhhh! Es ist nicht wie der Autor falsch ist ..."
6904315 I shouldnt have laughed as much as I did with that description. I could have used that laugh a bit earlier. Thank ya.
Oh, Dash.
This conversation might be going better if it contained fewer references to cancer.
Oh, Dash, x2.
Well, you wanted to be loved, Lily. Looks like that may be more immediately in the cards than expected.
Ahh, now to the bronze bolts problem.
Well, technically speaking, waiting did pay off with no amputations required.
Too late, Pinkie, too late. You must be getting old or something, girl.
Here's hoping that Scootaloo's replaced X chromosome will be the one from her father. I mean, her mother may be questionable too, but it was her father that was called out specifically as being in prison now, so absent any other details he sounds like he's probably the better choice as replacee.
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It's not her fault that her pegasi magic is so off the charts that by tossing a feather into the bottem of a vat of normal sport drink turns it into a stamina fortification potion.
Hey, with unicorn magic turning frogs into oranges, that's a valid question.
She's prepping her welcome to Ponyville party/thank you for saving my friends husband party/Thank you for fixing Celestia's horn so the sun isn't stuck up in the sky party. It's a lot of work.
6904340 so I can taste the rainbow?
6905783 Yep. What flavor is it? Why it tastes like... https://youtu.be/xdzoIHJBGt0?t=3s
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6904388 I guess that's Transformation vs. Transmutation; changing the seeming vs. changing the thing.
Hey, I bet this has been asked already and I missed it, but what does Lily's voice sound like?
6906042 Yep! That's the jist. Also if you're using that termonology because you know the refrence, bro-hoof!
This. https://youtu.be/S94iWnP3EYQ?t=17s Literally that exact voice. And accent. And hair... eyes... (but then again all aryans look like, HA!)
6906071 Only less psychopathy and more dancing and showtunes, I guess? (I'm never gonna get that image of him out of my head )
6906176 Well now you know what she sounds like :D David's voice also features in that clip. As dose Jade's.
6906656 It's a pegasi thing, male and female flight feathers are very different in shape and structure due to sexual dimorphism. While the problem very well could be in one of the other 22 pairs of chromosomes (Yes Ponies share our chromosomal number), it is Lily's opinion that it's most lilky an issue with one of the X's in terms of an initial opinion as a profeshional. Why? That's the general reason she knows.
However, it could be any number of things. You'll get a more accurate picture after you know, Lily actualy dose the work of diagnosing.
But, chift amongst the reasons, Lily's speaking a bit figuratively here for the sake of not having to explain a whole textbook of things to everypony else. by "Replace an X" she means "and all chromosomes that came with that X as well."
6906181 Jade is obviously Alucard (psychic vampire hellooo); I admit I imagined her voice being more feminine.
6908474 Mmm yes. quite.
For Dash:
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Nobody expects it
I think griffons are too heavy. They are bigger and heavier than ponies. They wouldn't be able to fly without magic.