Solnem swore loudly as he paced the black marble floors. The room he was in could be considered two rooms if cut in half, which it was not. The marble went wall to wall. The only break in the smooth surface was for a mahogany inlay of a viper's head.
This was where Solnem stopped to glare at a shadow guard posted near the arced entrance. The pony visibly shook for a moment before he recovered and pinned his eyes on the silvery gray "veins" in the floor.
Solnem spoke "You impudent fools." He stated the sentence as if it weren't new. "How could you possibly loose a pair of TWINS?!" The building shook as he said the last part. Solnem could hear rock breaking off the shear face of the cliff outside the window at his back.
He began to pace again. Those twins... those... twerps!.. would foil everything he had planned if they some how came to know their power... especially the girl...
//*//
Diamond Peaches
Diamond blew a curl out of her face as she sketched another skirt. This Fall's fashion show would definitely be better than last years. Most definitely. I mean how could it not? She was Diamond Peaches after all. The greatest fashion designer ever to grace Equestria.. Right?
She sighed. Who was she kidding? She hadn't felt a creative spark since last year and she knew it. She could remember the day she got her mark and started her creative journey... It had been the best day ever...
Now she lay on the floor of her bedchamber, chewing on the end of a pencil and drawing a complete blank. How could she impress the Prince with this... this... whatever this was?
She flung the notebook across the room and growled as it smacked into a wall and slid to the deep purple carpet...
// *//
Gypsy Daydreamer
"A.... B.... C... wait... where is it?" Gypsy tilted his head as he perched precariously on the rung of a tall ladder-on-wheels, hinged to rollers that slid him around the shelving. The Library was circular and two-floored with a wrap-around balcony.
He huffed impatiently as he eyed the lack of the book he was looking for, "Creative Investments". He looked across the shelf to his right, all the while using a hoof to maneuver the ladder. "Hmm..." He tapped his chin and scanned the shelf. He paused with a furrowed brow and extracted the very book he was looking for.
Now why would such a book be out of place? He was sure that "Creative Investments" started with "C"? Did it not? He shook his head and descended the ladder-on-wheels. Once on the ground, Gypsy made his way to the front desk and scanned the book into the system.
He pressed a few keys and stamped a card that was then slipped into a tan sleeve glued to the inside cover. Gypsy handed the book over to his customer and then proceeded to lock the doors behind the quiet old man.
He sighed heavily and turned to his, supposedly, organized shelves. If that wasn't the only misplaced book then someone would have to pay...
//*//
Mythic Lights
The light bulb connected to the potato via wires began to glow. Myth smiled childishly. Yes, the experiment was simple. So much so a foal could do it, but he enjoyed it none the less. He enjoyed anything that could zap you with a thousand volts... This, clearly, was not 1,000 volts, but it still fascinated him.
He carefully removed the battery source and backed away from his desk. (which was actually a giant table, marked up with all kinds of mediums, such as glue and paint.)
Still on his swivel chair, Myth turned to face the blue prints he had pinned to the opposite wall.
One day... he would harness electricity and somehow zap himself into the future.. or the past. Whichever sounded cooler. The future most definitely sounded cooler.
Then again who wants to know bad stuff is going to happen before it happens? Its not always preventable. Then there was the past. That desire to go back and "do it all again" as everypony says. Fix things and do things you didn't do before.
Ah and then there was that pesky butterfly effect rule... stepping on a butterfly in the past could seriously alter the future.. He pondered the thought more and decided maybe knowing what might happen before it happened may not be so bad...
Maybe, he could even prevent a global disaster. Then he'd REALLY be a hero...Maybe then his kids would respect him and he could get his wife back... his LIFE back... maybe... just maybe...
//*//
Glam Star
Ooki bleated at Glam, his mouth full of hair...
"Ew Ook, why do you do that?"
The goat just stared at her blankly and bleated again, swallowing a hairball. Glam dry heaved and walked back to her office.
She stopped at what looked like a solid wall and pressed a hoof to it in a certain spot. She called it the "sweet spot" which always drew laughter from her clients.
With a mechanical hiss, a portion of the wall slide away to reveal another room. This one had a long desk, several manikins, and wigs everywhere.
Glam stepped into the room and allowed the door to slide shut. Effectively trapping her goat friend outside. She could hear him bleating sadly but she knew he would only eat her creations.
Glam did, however, manage to get him to eat only the hair on the floor of the salon... and nothing else. She shuddered at the thought because she did find it sickening. Ooki however loved to chew away at the fallen follicles.
Glam sat down at her desk and immediately went to work on a new hair style. This one would be an asymmetrical, razor cut in a bobbed shape. She smiled as she thought of her daughter's beautiful red locks... it somehow had natural pink highlights that she encouraged Diamond to keep.
Glam told her that true beauty was natural and to always respect the beauty that was herself. She loved both her children very much, but she knew Diamond needed special attention. She wanted to guide her daughter... her protege... to greatness. Whatever that took.
Glam leaned back from her work, satisfied with the style. She tore the rendering out of her sketchbook and pinned it to her cork board. Yep. This style would definitely sell. She had no doubts.
//*//
Solnem
The Dark Prince doubted if his devoted "muscle" could even understand the massive error of not killing the little brats when they had the chance. He was not his Father. No. He wouldn't give out power like that poor excuse for a sire did.
What was his angle anyway? Why give a foal... a FILLY no less, the power to control minds? Yeah she successfully took over the little white mare ... fine... but he honestly didn't think that event was really any significance to the overall goal. Taking over Equestria and ruling it with a lethal fist. He needed that power... He needed that girl...