TCB:SG E3P9
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Victorious Shield trotted nervously in the hallway, just outside the medical center. He had been told to wait outside, together with any other visitors.
At the moment, he was accompanied by three others, or more specifically, Grace's roommates.
Elane was jotting down ideas for a baby shower on a scrap of paper, Jane was pacing up and down the hallway as Victorious was doing, with the two of them crossing paths in front of the door. Finally, as a small island of calmness in a sea of high tensions, Lindie sat on one of the chairs, listening to some music to pass the time.
Victorious paused, glanced at the clock on the wall and gave a sigh before resuming his pacing.
The doors at the other end of the hall swung open, and casually Terrence walked in. "Vic, any word yet on your marefriend?" He asked while sitting down next to Lindie.
"No, nothing yet. They carried her in and then, silence. Not a single peep since. I think somepony put up a silence spell for privacy’s sake, but I don’t know. I just don’t know... " Victorious said, keeping his pace up and down the hall steady.
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After a few more maddening minutes of silence and anxiety, Ditzy stepped out and smiled at the new father. "Victor... Two healthy, lovely foals." she said, her eyes positively beaming.
"They are ok? Nothing went wrong? Oh thank Celestia! Can I see them now? " Victorious said as he stopped his pacing.
"Well, you can see them tomorrow. Right now, they need their rest."
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Conversion bureaus or Conversion centers are usually placed somewhere a bit away from large population centers. When asked, central command usually comes with a list of premade answers as to why the cities are usually avoided.
“It makes security easier if there is some empty space around the compound, gives the centers precious time when they can see threats coming.”
“We can only make so many centers AND supply them with the serum, not to mention food and water, so placing the centers between major population centers allows uus to reach more people with less resources.”
“The magic of Equestria is strongly affected by living beings, so the centers need a bit of isolation to guarantee the safety of the potential converts.”
Any native Equestrian can tell you however that, while still valid points, none of them come close to the most important reason: Native Equestrians simply do not like human cities.
“There are so many people living in one place, yet hardly anyone knows what their neighbor is called.”
“what, you expect me to breathe that smog until I get back home? Did I offend your family or something?”
“um, well, I... I don’t like it here. There are almost no animals around here, due to all the noise. Can we please go somewhere else?”
As a result, most Centers are build either near smaller communities, or in the middle of nowhere.
The St. George center, per example, was built inside a long abandoned superstore, just outside the now nearly empty city. Thanks to the combined efforts of the Earth ponies (and the help of the small plant nursury that has been there since forever) , a small forest of young oaks had started to grow just outside the center.
It was in these woods that a mysterious figure was hidden, a pair of binoculars in front of his eyes.
The hidden man pulled out a wireless videophone. A few beeps resounded between the young trees, as the figure tapped a few digits onto the illuminated panel and spoke into it. "SG1. No sign of the target yet. Bound to happen soon with the Pink one’s sister around though. Post in a week, or when I have the Intel.
SG1 out."
The furtive individual set the video phone back down, and turned up the collar of their coat.
"Soon," it mutters, as it walks back to the bureau.
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The next morning
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Victorious nuzzled a brightly smiling Grace.
"Victorious, meet your foals," Grace said, nodding over to the two cribs.
He takes his first look at his new children. The first one is a brown and green Pegasus filly with a dark brown mane, who yawns and stretches her wings for a moment. The other one is a grey Unicorn colt with a white mane and a short, almost stubby horn peeking out from his mane.
"They are... amazing!" Victorious said, nuzzling Grace again.
"They are adorable!" Elane said, gently picking up chip.
"Huh. Ah am mighty surprised ya know how ta carry a foal, Elane," Jane said, carefully picking up Pepper.
"Well, you know how every little girls dream is to have a pony? I was one of the few who actually got one," Elane said, her voice slightly tinged with... pride? Sorrow?
"Everyone, Say ‘TCP/IP’!" Lindie said while putting her pointer and thumb fingers in a L shape and then moving them into a box, completing the age-old gesture for making a photo.
Everyone smiled, as a shutter click was heard when Lindie twitched her thumb.
"and... Blogged and posted!" Lindie said scratching behind grace's ear
Terrence laughed. "Is it always hectic with you girls?"
"YES!" The three girls and one mare said in chorus.
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The humanoid Doctor finished writing what he learned about Grace, and rolled up the scroll. He lit a red candle, and poured a small amount of wax on the scroll, before pressing down on it with his ring. The seal left by the ring was that of an hourglass, superimposed over a number of circles bunched together in what any Gallifreyan could tell you was the word for “Doctor,” you underdeveloped idiot.
The Doctor proceeds to pull a small vial of what appears to be green fire out of a drawer. “One letter to Princess Celestia,” he says as he holds the scroll over the bottle and flicks open the "lighter" nozzle on it.
The green flames jump out of the bottle, consuming the scroll far faster than the small amount of fire has any right to, and the smoke and ashes quickly fly out through a window.
The Doctor leans back into his chair. “So, two down. Wonder who’ll be next...”
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Ray10k here.
Not a whole lot to say today, other than a completely shameless plug of the first chapter of my first story.
(oh the shame! the shame!~k)