//------------------------------// // Alliteration in Third Person // Story: Doctor Whooves: ...But Who you know // by dangerousDoc //------------------------------// He was gone. He now knew was at stake. So long after he could to do anything to change the outcome. So far after he could do anything to stop it. He was gone but his pride would not subside. He will recover from his fears and challenge me. He will come back and claim what is unjustly his. I would love to see him try. They arrived at last, amazing really. It was truly amazing how they can arise at such a time when they could never do anything to help. They were ignorant to what was at hoof. They didn't know what was at stake. They could barely comprehend the facts that danced in front of their eyes. They demanded answers as a foal would demand sweets. They said they will get the information by any means necessary I would love to see them try. The silence they received seemed to only anger them. The demeanor that was projected only seemed to further provoke them. Their patience seem strained under their egos and disappointment. They threatened incarceration. They threatened bodily harm. They threatened to take my very life. I would love to see them try. Had it not been for their superior's arrival, they would have followed through with those threats. It was almost a shame. They could do with a example. Perhaps they already had one. She was rigid but regal making her attending guards look like they were slouching and shivering amateurs. She spoke in a polite fashion of the yesteryears requesting the few scraps of misinformation from the guard. I couldn't help to hide the smile that swept across my face. She promised on her moon above that she would get information out of me. I would love to see her try. === "Spike! Now!" Roared the purple unicorn galloping to the TARDIS control station. A look of both anger and worry flashed across her features. Several large books hovered around her in purplish pink aura forming a rudimentary shield between her and Discord. She skidded to a stop in between The Time Lord, and Discord. Almost crashing into the TARDIS controls. "On it, Twilight!" Said the little dragon as he clattered off the librarian's back. He had a saucepan on his head and cookie tray tied across his chest and held a wooden spoon and a lid like a sword and shield. Spike cautiously moved towards the unconscious draconequus spoon raised as if ready for some sort of fight. However, after a few solid pokes with the spoon the dragon sighed and reached behind the cookie tray to pull out a large blanket, oven mitts and some twine. Before The Time Lord's curiosity could even question what the little dragon was doing Twilight Sparkle stepped into The Doctor's line of sight with the panicked expression on her face. "Doctor! Are you okay?" "Yes, yes, I'm fine, Ms. Sparkle. I'm fin-" "Did Discord snap his claws?!" "What are you talking abo-” "Did you look into his eyes!?" "What! Ms. Sparkle stop being ridiculous. What are you getting on ab-” "I'll explain later! Answer the questions!" The Doctor was taken back for a moment. Only once before has he seen Twilight Sparkle so worked up over something. She usually emitted a professional, and organized demeanor but now she seemed like a living wreck. Constantly looking over her shoulder at Spike and the intruder. "Yes I looked into his eyes and it did snap it's fingers."The Time Lord calmly disclosed. It would all be fine as long as she didn't - "Terrific!” The unicorn groaned loudly to the ceiling. The books she was levitating dropping unceremoniously to the floor with a thump as she started to pace around the Doctor. “This tragedy is turnabout to truly tarnishing this theoretically tranquil temporal trek throughout total totality” rambled Twilight as she paced around The Doctor stopping only to glance him over yet again ”...or thereabout.” “Spike!” shouted The Doctor, “She is Alliterating!” “Just a minute Doctor!” “Only for the time-twisting-tour-taskpony to trussell with the typification of treachery! Thus troubling this timorous truant to trepidation that the time trekking trumpeter might take to two timing!" “In third person Spike! She is Alliterating in THIRD PERSON!” “Almost done Doctor!” The unicorn was now practically running circles around the Doctor in panic. “Truly this terrible trial is trademark of...”Twilight stopped almost suddenly straitening up to look over Brown Colt's shoulder. Her expression of panic quickly replaced with a expression of anger. “That terrible trickster that trashes tenderness towards others!” It was at this moment the Time Lord registered that he was the only thing in-between Ms. Sparkle and Discord and came to the only logical solution he had at hand, er hoof: Panic. ”Now Ms. Sparkle, This isn't the time nor the place to start anyth-,” The Doctor babbled As Twilight practically trampled him in her blind charge towards the entropic entity. The heavy books she had entered with gathering in the air around her, stacking up into a alphabetically organized heavy weapon. “Spike!” The Doctor yelled meekly as he for the second time gathered himself from the floor. “She is heading your way!” The magical prodigy stood over the the unconscious draconequus now wrapped in a large purple blanket with pink polka dots. That in turn was wrapped with what one could only assume was a whole spool of thick twine or at least all but the two lengthy bits holding oven mitts over his claws. It would have no chance to defend itself from the large, heavy, and mentally stimulating stack of blunt hardbacks floating just over its head. The books bobbed up and down with a slight curve almost exactly like how someone would try to "aim" with a hammer. Then, as the books reared further back celestial student furiously blubbered, “Time to take out this topsy tervy totalitarian tyrant!” As if on cue, the pan plated baby dragon appeared from behind Discord and hopped into a ridiculous pose, that contained the ever tacky "double finger gun" gesture, and said," try to say that five times fast." Everything froze. There was a noise of a balloon deflating. Hardly a soul moved. Probably because one was coming to the realization of her actions. Another was trying not to startle the one holding heavy books over its head. And the last one was honestly curious to know where the noise came from. In any case, the task of breaking the silence fell onto the momentarily confused time traveler. Who handled it like he did all delicate situations.... "What was THAT all about!?" ...with his poise and grace