//------------------------------// // chapter 32: tales of the Dutch pirates of Saskatchewan // Story: Bamboozled again! // by Theboxcatgamr //------------------------------// so...what now? Well I gotta keep the story going. Won't be that long until I am finished retelling what happened and we can actually start on some real adventures. Adventure Story Plot Advance Time! Ok so basically after comforting nightmare I went to bed and prepared for the next day. I woke up as usual and eventually went for breakfast with Scootaloo, then I dropped her off at school. wait hold up. I just remembered something. Yeah? you never said how sweetie belle could shoot lasers. Why? Well... I haven't found out yet. Got preoccupied with training Scootaloo. But I tell you what. How about the first thing we do when I'm finally finished with retelling my journey that's the first thing we will try to find out. Alright, operation laser crusade is postponed. ...as I was saying... I left her at school and I went to go look for something to do while I waited for Scootaloo. Not much happened and I was bored out of my mind so I'll just skip the waiting. School let out and I went to get Scootaloo. We went back to twilights house and I suppose Scootaloo was feeling extra quizzical that day: "hey dad?" "yeah?" "you remember that one guy who took care of me when I was little right?" "Yeah that's Alex. What do you want to know?" "what was he like?" "...well I could tell you what he was like. Or... I could tell you some of the crazy things he did" "OH! The last one please!" "Well ok. In the time I knew that crazy basterd he had: become a pirate in Saskatchewan, invented the world's most violent shipping service (because cannons and Mail go very well together), threw grapes at someone annoying in an attempt to make them lose all sense of reality, he had a shark jump over him in a fashion that could only be described as 'a reverse fonz', started and disbanded a cult (of which we had no clue what we were worshipping...except maybe communism), and on the day he dissapeard his final act was to get absolutely shit-faced and ride through the middle of this big city called Detroit in style...on his massive pirate ship." "woah...and this is the guy who took care of me?" "Yeah" I actually have no clue if he is still alive somewhere here. Knowing him he is ether dead or somewhere in that griffin kingdom tearing some evil regime a new asshole Oh they must be having a kinky time with the latter. well I suppose if you find having your co-worker's leg rip off thanks to some random ass guy who then atempts to use it to give you the world's most botched circumcision and lobotomy kinky then yeah... So after answering her questions about my long lost friend we basically went back to training. ... Is something wrong John? Well I’m not sure about what to do while here. I mean I could use some training incase something happens… or I could just taze it. Though that won’t work if I can’t reach them. Reach who? porn pen guy. Ah that makes sense So we went to the empty field and we attempted to work on some more tactics. We experimented with my shadow form as well: "Ok so let's try to do what happened in the forest yesterday, seems like a good idea to see what you can do." Just a heads up. Anyone in a shadow form is actually very sensitive to shadow energy and the reason it leaves so quickly in combat is because usually those crazy attacks we use drain energy faster due to the actual combat creates a fast heartbeat causing a sort of shadow bleed which we use to imbue some objects with power. If we remain calm such as in simple training and it isn't a life or death situation we can practice with a much more tame version of our moves. I entered my shadow form and as the world got darker I noticed that without even touching Scootaloo I knew she was passively using shadow energy. She was using the energy to replace the magic she lacked to fly. "..." "is something wrong?" "Could you try and tense your wings?" "why?" "Just a test." She shrugged and tensed up her wings. A bright blue flame erupted around her and just like in the forest, her appearance changed. She seemed a bit startled by this and when she flinched she disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. She reappeared behind me with a look of utter confusion written on her face. It slowly shifted to a smile. She took to the sky and flew into a cloud, as she made contact the cloud darkened and followed Scootaloo in a large blue trail. She flew straight into a tree in the distance seemingly phasing through the wood. She flew out of the other side and the clouds that followed all had solidified into a blue ice as it smashed into the tree. She wasn't finished and she flew in circles around the tree the ice quickly turned into a large dark cloud again and a small tornado was formed from the speed of Scootaloo. The wind tore the tree out of the ground and into the black cloud where instead of flying through the cloud got stuck. A large flash of lightning later and the tree was gone. She landed near me and it was here that I decided that was enough training for the day. Well that is impressive and very useful. Spying on special someones will be easier. Though there has to be some form of side effects for this... What if it destroys stars or worlds!? Dude. It has limits. The reason I called it quits then and there was because Scootaloo over did it. She was exhausted and learned a very important lesson in not overexerting yourself. im back! What did I miss? A porn pen guy chased Him into a cardboard box that teleported him to equestria. Oh and also tree lighting huh... Oh I guess this is the first time we are properly meeting! I'm Clyde. And your name is? john ...did you bring it? yes I have the drinks oh thank fuck. ...wait...ah shit. I must have left them at the convention ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------meanwhile on earth... "I AM GOING TO KILL HIM AND SHOVE MY BAT SO FAR UP HIS ASS THAT-!" "SIR! If you do not calm down we will have to ask you to leave" *TINK* *thud* "YOU WONT TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!" This would be the tragic day where the volunteers of a convention could only watch as the sick man brought down the weapon that had never failed...to drive girls away. All they could do was watch behind a cheering wall of sweat, oder, and sex-toys as their friend was beaten. *POP* WOULD BE The room went silent as a strange man climbed out of a cardboard box and grabbed a few bottles of alcohol laying around. He climbed back in and suddenly after a strange flash of bright blue the volunteer getting beaten was on the other side of the wall of people. Then just like that... *POP* He was gone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------meanwhile... ok problem solved! ...fuck it. John wanna go for a drink? ... Right on! Let's GO! ... Bamboozled again? *nods* Yeah. That happens around here. You'll get used to it