An engineer transplanted from Earth tries to take his work with him to Equestria, but it's a mare's world here, and he's not taken seriously. Teaming up with a purple alicorn gives him a shot at making his dreams a reality.
“Anonymous has shown me plans for a special project for Her Majesty, Princess Celestia herself. As Her Majesties’ chief aide, I will not tolerate any delays to it.” Well, you sneaked a peak at a sketch he made. Close enough.
You go, Raven!
“Oh, my new friend, you misunderstand. If His Highness has any objections, and brings them to my attention, he must answer to me, not the other way around. That will inconvenience me little, end quite poorly for him, and I will have my way in the end anyhow.”
Oh yes. You go, Raven.
“If you insist. Her Highness convinces herself of silly notions time to time, about what she can and cannot do. I would trust how she says she feels over what she says is possible. Her Highness too often shackles herself to rationality, even if it seems rational only to Her Highness and none other.”
Ah, you described Twilight's neurotic side perfectly, Raven.
I really like this version of you. I didn't even know how wonderful you could be if the author knows how to write somepony like you...
”Well, he’s got me thinking back to when I was younger. You know, if I was now the pony I was then, I don’t think we’d have ever gotten along. I was a bit of a rebel, and wanted little to do with the trappings of power."
Oh, I hope she's got her old warmaul still sitting around somewhere, just for kicks and the occasional diplomatic function.
She chews on this question a bit. “He doesn’t know what he wants, Raven. He’s still trying to figure everything out. Twilight’s swept up in his craft and nominally innocent mannerisms. My sister has found someone who knows even a sliver of what she’s gone through – and trust me, realizing that hurt me, a bit. These, I think, were inevitable. He’s a perfect storm of circumstances, aimed right at this very palace.”
That didn't answer the question.
“Your Majesty, only one pony has given me straightforward answers today, and she left my office many hours ago. What about you?”
See? She gets it. There's nothing more that irritates me than when politicians get asked a question, and then go on a long-winded answer that says nothing (Case in point; Justin Trudeau).
She nudges your thigh with the side of her head, prompting you to tousle her mane. ”It’s your hands, Anon, how sure you are when you use your tools. It’s magic when you do it.”
brilliant.
Feed two birds with one scone?
That’s the alternative I’ve heard some use.
You go, Raven!
Oh yes. You go, Raven.
Ah, you described Twilight's neurotic side perfectly, Raven.
I really like this version of you. I didn't even know how wonderful you could be if the author knows how to write somepony like you...
This version of raven is actually astoundingly well written
Oh, I hope she's got her old warmaul still sitting around somewhere, just for kicks and the occasional diplomatic function.
Ravens over here getting Cadence jealous. Team Celly BTW.
Anons over here getting Doc Oc flashbacks.
That didn't answer the question.
See? She gets it. There's nothing more that irritates me than when politicians get asked a question, and then go on a long-winded answer that says nothing (Case in point; Justin Trudeau).
That was kinda cute.
Delightful.