Preview of the Next Chapter of All-American Girl · 7:35pm Jun 1st, 2013
Chapter 12 re-write!
“There’s something here,” Faust told Emmé, “and I can’t define what it is, but I know it’s important.”
“Look, you know I’ve always been there for you, Faust, but even this one is a little far-fetched. You suddenly pack up shop, ask me to watch over your husband and kids, and here you are shacking up in Belgium with….” The human sorceress watched the other two women in the room, doing what would best be described as “absolutely impossible” had Emmé actually not been familiar with said impossibilities.
“You know, those two remind me of a couple of West German hippies I used to know in the 1960s,” the French sorceress said. “One of them became a nun, the other a prostitute in Bonn. I’m glad that Frieda chose to change her life. Michele, on the other hand….” Emmé shrugged sadly.
“Well, I can promise you they’re not them. Hell, they’re not even human,” Faust said. “Both of them are followers, or devotees or acolytes of a friend of mine – he’s never really clear on that – and they have extensive magic at their hooves. Oh, and both are earth ponies.”
A blonde brow shot up. “Wait – earth ponies are incapable of magic manipulation, if I recall what you told me once.”
Faust nodded. “So now you see why I’m keeping them here instead of at home?”
“Almost.” Emmé watched as the gray-haired one built a replica of the Coliseum using nothing but mustard, while the purple-and-white haired teen sat on the ceiling, playing xylophone with bubbles that immediately turned into to chocolate bon-bons that fell to the ground before transforming into mice that hulaed their way out the window. “Promise me something, Faust.”
“You bet.”
“If you decide to head to one of my safehouses, don’t let them near my liquor cabinet, okay?”
Germany!!!!
Lesson of the Day:
French Sorceresses dislike people raiding their liquor cabinet.
1118725 or she's sensibly afraid of what those two might be like under the influence of alcohol. I know I would be.