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// Twilight and the Mysterious Pony of Mysteriousness 
// Story: Stream of Consciousness 
// by BellChime 
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It was a fairly quiet day for the guards of the Canterlot Archive. 
Too Quiet...
*FLASH*
Pointed Spear shielded his eyes as a beam of light flashed before him. Seconds later, it vanished, leaving a purple alicorn with a messy mane.
Red Flag 1: The Messy Mane
"Archives." She rasped. "Now."
Pointed Spear gulped. 
"Identification, ma'am?"
"Former Bearer of Magic, Princess of Friendship, yadda yadda." Twilight rasped. Her gaze was fixed on the archive. 
"Official Identification?"
With a flourish, Twilight produced from her saddle bag a scroll with Celestia's official stamp on it. 
"Not THAT identification." Pointed Spear explained patiently. 
"Paper work licensing permission to use the elements?" Twilight asked.
"No."
"Royal Zoning Board Decree?"
"No."
"Uh...Birth Certificate?! Library Card! Zip Code!" Twilight shouted. Pointed Spear shook his head at each one. 
"ID Card?! Tax Returns?! Oh! Wait! Wait! Flying License!"
"No."
Twilight's eye twitched. Then she grinned widely.
"Ohh...wait! Of course! Here you go sir!" She handed her graduation diploma from Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns. 
"...No."
"Report Cards! Got straight A's! Library receipts!" A particularly long scroll joined the pile. 
"NO."
"THEN WHAT IN EQUESTRIA DO YOU WANT FROM ME??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pointed Spear cringed. "You could have just asked that first. That'll be 70 bits."
Twilight relaxed. "Oh, no problem." She held out a bag. "That should cover it."
"No, that's to pay for your identification."
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"My former student, is there something the matter?"
"Princess!" 
"Why are you attacking one of my royal guards?"
"Princess, I'm trying to find a pony named Cherry Blossom. I checked my library. I checked newspapers. I checked comedy clubs. I checked everywhere...By the way have you heard of Cherry Blossom?"
"Yes."
"Wait, what?! For reals?!"
"Yes..."
"Cherry Blossom , the comedian?!"
"Yes."
"The writer?!"
"Yes. Twilight, if you really wanted to know so much, couldn't you have simply looked her up in a library or made inquiries?"
"I did! Multiple times! NOWHERE!" Twilight bit her lip. "Um, sorry for the outburst..."
Celestia looked thoughtful. "Huh. You'd think they'd have more on her."
"Well, I thought she was just a private pony."
"Twilight, Ms. Blossom is a STAND-UP comedian. Does that sound like the type of occupation for a private pony?"
"...Well, no." Twilight blushed.