This chapter is due for a re-write.
Deus Exquestria: 2
Chapter 2
Outside Wade's Apartment Block - Boston - United States of America
Two thoughts were passing through Wade's head as he looked at the ladies. One came from his analytical side, 'Who are these people, what the hell was that orb they came out of and what the hell just happened?' his other thought came straight from his libido. 'Hothothothothothothot.'
The lady with the purple hair came to first.
"What just happened?" she said rubbing her head, she froze and stared at her hands, hands. She shrieked. "What in Equestria are these things!?"
"Hands." Wade said. The lady temporarily stopped staring at her newfound appendages in a stupor to look at him. She shrieked again.
"What are you!? Where am I!? What happened to me!?" she screamed.
"Woah lady, slow down a second. Let's start with names. I'm Wade Adams. You are?"
"You can talk!?"
"Yes...?" Wade replied slowly.
'She must have really hit her head hard when she came out of that.'
"Your name?" He repeated.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle, and she's Applejack." Twilight said, nodding towards Applejack.
"Unusual names." Wade laughed.
"Where we're from so's 'Wade Adams'." Twilight retorted.
'Touche'
"Sweet Celestia it's cold."
"I think it's best if we continued this conversation in my apartment. Maybe be able to fix you both up with some clothes too." Wade suggested, handing Twilight the suit jacket that he 'borrowed' from the (now de-)suited character earlier. As Twilight tried to put it on, Wade attempted to lift Applejack onto his shoulder. "This would be a lot easier if I had that replacement arm." he muttered as he started shuffling Applejack up his arm and onto his shoulder. "Got it." she slipped off his shoulder and down his arm again. "Maybe not... little help would be nice."
"My magic is doing nothing." Twilight said, face screwed up in a look of concentration, willing it to levitate the farmhand.
"Magic... Really?" He said turning to Twilight. She was still sat on the pavement trying to thread her other arm through the sleeve, look of concentration still there. Wade raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Twilight said blushing, "I haven't tried this before."
"Wait... You're always... Nude?"
"About ninety percent of the time yeah, we only wear clothes for special occasions, and nothing as complicated as this... Is something wrong? You look distracted."
'That's complicated? Wait... Their nudists?' Wade's thoughts drifted into things not suitable for a 'teen' rated fan-fiction before snapping back into focus. Twilight was glaring at him.
"What? I find it hard to believe that a suit jacket is so difficult to put on, even if you are a nudist."
"Well I'm not used to... well the body I'm in either. I am, sorry was a pony before I came flying out of that thing." She said, waving the arm in the direction of the white energy ball.
'Pony!? Okay Wade, just go with it for now. You can always find more out later.'
"Can you stand?" Wade asked.
"I think so." Twilight went onto all fours and tried to rock herself to a standing position. After about ten seconds of trying to gain momentum she managed to stay upright.
"Great," said Wade, "now try walking. Just one foot in front of the other, like so." Wade walked forward a couple of paces to demonstrate. Twilight attempted the same but tripped over her feet and stumbled into Wade.
"Easy does it." He said. "It'll probably be a good idea to lean on me or a wall till we get to my apartment." Twilight chose to lean on Wade.
"Everything feels so much smaller from up here." Twilight commented out loud.
After shuffling the last fifty metres to the main doors Wade was welcomed by a confused looking doorman.
"This isn't what you think." Wade said. "Can you help me with this lady in bringing her up to my apartment? I'm trying to help this one up too and it's hard to carry her really."
"S-sure... You didn't...?"
"They were like this through no fault of my own." the doorman acknowledged this with a nod and began carrying Applejack upstairs, Wade following close behind with Twilight.
Apartment 404 - Boston - United States of America
"Thanks man," Wade said to the doorman, "I owe you one."
"No problem, some warning the next time you want to bring people home with you. The landlord isn't going to like it."
"I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. Thanks again."
"Anytime." the doorman said, closing the door. Wade flicked on the light, casting a dim glow over the apartment.
It wasn't particularly spacious but it was good for the low rent. The light blinked, Wade had always considered changing the bulb but just never gotten round to it. The doorman had lain Applejack on the sofa bed that dominated the centre and most of the surrounding area of the living space. Wade flicked on the television.
"Breaking news, just come in," droned a newsreader in the traditional drone that newsreaders have, "what appears to have been a shoot-out in the well-known Boston nightclub 'The Hide' has left one dead and two severally injured. The assailant has yet to be identified. The manager of the establishment 'Geoff Hurst' had this to say." the screen then displayed a shot of Geoff talking into a microphone, the scene of the fight in the background, minus the bodies.
"All I can say is that this will be looked into by the authorities and The Hide will be back up and running sometime by the end of this w-." Wade turned off the television.
"That sounded horrible." Twilight gasped. Wade shrugged.
"Typical media." he sighed, he didn't want to say he was responsible for it. "It's getting really late," he glanced at his watch. "1:14 to be exact." as if on cue Twilight started yawning.
"So where am I sleeping?" Twilight asked, deciding to browse the bookshelves.
"Well the sofa bed occupies two so you're welcome to share with Applejack. I'll just sleep in a chair."
"But it's your home. I don't really want to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Seriously, it's fine. I'll set some clothes out that I think will fit you and Applejack for morning. We can go out and get some proper fitting clothes tomorrow after I've got my augmented arm."
"Augmented arm?" Twilight asked.
"I'll explain everything tomorrow, just fill Applejack in if she wakes up and get some sleep okay?"
"Okay. Goodnight Wade, don't let the Parasprites bite."
'Parasprites? What the heck are those?'
Unknown Location - Boston - United States of America
The suit, with the absence of his jacket stepped into view.
"So," said a man in the shadows, "you're the nitwit responsible for the failure of our deal. Your name?"
"Suit 13 boss."
"13... figures." Boss muttered. "Where's your jacket? We have a dress code here." he snapped his fingers and another suit came out of the shadows with another jacket and handed it to Suit 13.
"It was taken boss." He said, putting on the jacket.
"Taken?" Asked Boss.
"Yeah taken, as in no longer in my po-"
"I know what taken means you buffoon! Who by?"
"The same palooka responsible for the failure of the deal boss."
"And where are the two suits I assigned to you?"
"Suit 12 and 14 were taken out boss."
"By the palooka I assume?"
"You assume correctly boss."
"Drat..." He turned to the Suit on his left. "Send Suit 47 out to do some info grabbin' on this guy, maybe take him out of the picture entirely, make sure it's done discreetly though. We don't want any of the fuzz catching wind of this."
"Okay boss." The Suit turned to leave.
"And come back with a cigar for me too."
"Got it boss."
"47 boss?" Asked Suit 13, "Isn't that a little extreme?"
"You don't get to my position without knowing that loose ends can be the worst thing to clean up." Boss said, cracking a smile. "Once we have him marked, then we'll snuff him out, like a candle."