The plan part 2
The first thing Imamu did after sealing the paper was to remove the blade from his finger and levitate it back to its place along the others. A drop of blood fell on the table when he removed it which he wiped it with the side of his hand.
His eyes glowed as he focused his powers. From the mass of bones and bone carvings that adorned the bottom half of the walls of the passage that led outside he levitated a bone fang. It was white and similar to a unicorn’s horn, except it did not have the swirling patterns, along with it came a bag. It was a little bigger than the ones that Ponyville doctors used to treat the injured the last time the town was attacked, but not big enough so that a larger stallion would have troubles carrying it.
Imamu moved the scroll from in front of him to another place on the table before levitating the carved bone seal and candle back in their place of hiding. After placing his hands on the table, fingers slightly bent inwards and pointing towards each other, he placed the bag and the raw horn - for the lack of a better word - between them.
The orange aura that surrounded the bag fated after it was opened. From it ten instruments emerged, all surrounded by the same orange aura. Two hacksaws, one with a wider blade with larger teeth and one with a thin blade with smaller teeth, a short bladed knife and a odd blade with a wide rectangular blade (a butchers knife), three pieces of sandpaper with different sized grites, one large file and two smaller ones. Each tool levitated to one of his fingers while the horn was suspended in midair halfway between his hands.
Imamu’s focus was now solely on the piece of bone. The slightest move of one of his fingers caused the corresponding tool to move.
First he used the larger hacksaw to make a rough cut slicing the horn into two parts, then he used the smaller one to cut a little of the tip of and straighten the larger cut. He then took the large file and used it as a drill to remove part of the horns interior before using a smaller file to smooth the interior surface and to widen the hole just a bit.
While the shape itself is a frustum of a cone the piece that was cut from the tip was so small, and the distance so large, that visually it still looked like a cone.
Imamu then took the three pieces of sandpaper and sanded down the exterior of the cone with ever finer pieces of sandpaper, until he was satisfied that the exterior of the bone had the shape of a cone, or in this case a frustum. (but I will not call it that)
Then using his magic he began rotating the smaller files turning them into a sort of drills, which he used to carve intricate designs and patterns onto the surface of the horn. After almost and hour of work followed by several minutes of sanding Imamu was done.
He placed the finish work on top of the table, pointing down, and it stood up right. Imamu mentioned that the balance was good before, with a flip of his finger, he tried to knock it over. It wobbled a little but did not fall, instead it returned to its upright position and stopped wobbling.
“Perfect.” Imamu said pleased with his work. “Now Spike blow some flame over it, but be careful not to blow too hard.” He said before levitating the carved bone next to the dragon.
Spike took a deep breath and nearly choked when Imamu yelled at him to be careful. He eventually let out a small burst of flame, similar to the ones he used on Twilights letters to the princess.
To his surprise part of the flame remained on top of the the bone making it look like a torch.
Imamu’s magic spread from the bone and engulfed the flame forcing it down into the hollowing he filled into it earlier, there the flame died out but not before coating the whole interior in green soot.
He pulled out another piece of paper, stuck the dagger blade into his finger, dipped it into ink and proceeded to write with it. After he finished writing the first draft he removed the dagger from his finger and using his telekinesis he used it to make some corrections to the text with the other end of the blade, before folding it in half.
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Emergency Green Flame Mail Delivering Apparatus
(GF-MD)
Under direct orders from Princess Luna, we present you with the Emergency Green Flame Mail Delivery Apparatus version 7.3F NEED TO KNOW ONLY
This devices uses Green Flame to disassemble and reassemble matter. The current version works with any type of paper, ink and as well as graphite. (pencil writing) redundant
The apparatus is set to Princess Celestia magic frequency. (it will send the letters or documents to the princess) who else would it send it to?
In order to utilise the apparatus the user must feed a small part of his magic directly into the device. This action will cause a small green flame to appear above the upper end of the device. (the user has to be an unicorn) evident
Please position the device with the narrower part pointing down to avoid accidently combustion. (setting your table and/or house on fire) just don’t
Please destroy this document after you gasp the proper functionality of the device.
Rewrite and present for reevaluation, Inkwell
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“Okay that just about covers it all. Spike you take this and give them to Twilight. First the sealed letter then when she finish reading it you give her this...” he handed him the carved bone, “and when she ask you what it is you give her this...” he handed him the note, “and finally you ask her if you can go.” Spike placed them in a bag that Imamu levitated on the table and tossed the bag on his back, it was probably one of Kirabo’s backpacks but the straps were so flexible that Spike had no trouble putting it on.
“And if she says no?” Spike asked.
“If she says no then it is up to you to find a way to leave for a week, tell her you work too much and demand a vacation or go on strike or something.”
“I like the or something part, it’s very reassuring.”
“LISTEN KID...” Imamu yelled, “It’s not easy keeping up with the world when you are my age.”
“How old are you anyway?”
“Old kid, I am old. I lived longer than I would not wish such a long life to my worse enemy... Ha, maybe for him... and him... and...” Imamu snapped back. “What are you waiting for? Go!”
“Yes!” Spike said as he jumped.
