Chapter 24: Owl's Well That Ends Well
Chapter 24: Owl's Well That Ends Well
After the events of "Sonic Rainboom"…
Late afternoon, in the Golden Oaks Library…
Inside the upper story room, Spike grabbed a telescope resting on a table, then tucked into a small wagon that already held a folded picnic blanket. Twilight Sparkle was at the bedroom loft above.
"This meteor shower tonight’s gonna be amazing!" she said.
Spike jumped onto a hanging fruit basket in the nearby kitchen area. "Awesome!" He tossed three bananas over his shoulder, landing them neatly in the wagon.
"You know, this shower only happens once every one hundred years."
Spike began to juggle four apples to the wagon. "A centennial celebration!" They started to get away from him though, so he let them roll off his tail and into the wagon.
"We’d better get a move on."
"Don’t want to be late!" He agreed as he went to bring over a full punchbowl, which he had some trouble balancing. "Whoa…whoa…whooaa!" Fortunately for him, he managed to get it on the pile. "Ahhh. There!"
"Spike! Did you grab my quill and ink?"
He swept them up from a table. "Check!"
"Scrolls?" Twilight asked as she went down the stairs.
They were thrown in as well. "Check!" Spike now had a sprinkling of crumbs around his mouth. "I’ve also packed a telescope, apples, bananas, fruit punch, aaand…" He held up a plate of cookies. "…my freshly baked, homemade triple-decker nut-crazy vanilla creme cookies!"
Twilight giggled at this. "I can see that."
Realizing the mess he had made of himself, the little dragon slurped up all the crumbs with his tongue and flashed a silly little smile.
As Twilight started down toward the reading room, she said, "Once again you’ve read my mind, Spike. And that is why you are my number-one assistant."
"I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you," Spike said as he followed until they reached the ground floor.
Twilight repeated, slightly louder and slower, "That is why you are my number-one assistant."
Spike put a hand to his ear. "Missed that. Huh?"
"I said…" She finally figured out the joke and cut herself off with a laugh as the two of them reached the front door.
"By the way, if I'm your number-one assistant, what does that make Chronicle?"
"Him? I don't know exactly. He's a co-teacher for a self-defense school, my bodyguard, a freelancer, somepony who constantly points out stupid things we do and chew us out on them…and is a friend despite all that."
"Oh."
"Come on, let’s get going." She then stopped short. "Wait! I almost forgot! I want to bring The Astronomical Astronomer’s Almanac to All Things Astronomy!"
"The Astronoma—loma—homana—what?"
"You know, that really old big blue book on stars, moons, planets, the universe?"
"Right! Check!" He ran off to an adjoining room in search of it, grabbed a handy ladder, and was at the top shelf in no time. When he found the book in question and brushed it off, a thick cloud of dust rose from the cover—apparently it had sat unused for some time—and sent him into the windup for a sneeze.
It failed to come, so he sighed with relief and opened the book…only for the sneeze to then burst out of him, bringing a quick shot of green fire that left the pages a smoking, half-burned ruin. The cover was still in one piece though slightly singed, and he tilted it upright while fearing the worst. He got it in spades; the pages disintegrated into streams of ashes that cascaded to the floor.
"Hey! What’s taking my number-one assistant so long?" Twilight called from the main room.
He closed the cover in a panic, slipped it back on the shelf, and climbed down.
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Twilight (the time, not the pony), at Mystic Shield's Self-Defense Academy For Unicorns…)
The two co-teachers of the school were finishing up a meeting with a pony named Elphaba Trot. Elphaba is a grayish emerald green earth pony mare with brilliant purple hair styled like Medley's, azureish gray eyes, and a black belt cutie mark. She's a teacher in the karate dojo Rainbow Dash attends. This wasn't the first time they met though.
"So, do we have an agreement?" Mystic asked.
Elphaba put a hoof to her chin. "Hmm…I will have to inform Sensei about this before we get get started. He has expressed some interest in your school." According to her, Sensei is an earth pony elder who all the martial arts teachers in Ponyville (only a few, actually) answer to. "Other than that, I think your proposal's good. This collaboration will be beneficial for both our schools." She put her hoof down. "I shall give you his response on the morrow."
"Tomorrow, or on something that happens to be called the Morrow?" Chronicle asked. The other two puffed their faces before letting out a laugh. "What?"
"Sometimes, you're just funny," Mystic said as he stopped. "How do you do that?"
"Sorry. It's just that one time somebody said the same thing, and when I expected them the next day, they came a few hours later on their personal carriage called 'the Morrow'."
"Seriously?" asked Elphaba as she raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously."
"Oh. Well, I meant the next day, not on anything called 'the Morrow'."
"All right. Hey, we're going to watch a meteor shower tonight. You comin'?"
"Yes. Sensei has arranged a gathering, same as you with your students, if what I overheard from the one named Tricky Books was correct."
"Right. Well, let's get going."
With that, the three ponies walked out of the dojo.
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Evening…
The three and a certain duo climbed the hill and found plenty of ponies gathered there, some of them gathered in groups. One group was Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, with Applejack and Pinkie Pie on their way to join them. Another group was Greatstone, Tricky Books, Bullseye, Chrono Cards, and a couple more unicorns; Mystic Shield's entire class (as well as friends of theirs). A third group consisted of pegasi and earth ponies with a minority of unicorns, in the center an elderly pony in a martial-arts training uniform and black belt.
Elphaba parted ways and headed for the third group, Mystic split up and approached the rest of his students, and Chronicle (as well as Twilight and Spike) made his way to his friends.
"I was sure I put the Astronomer’s Guide back," he heard Twilight say in the (short) distance as they slowly converged. "The book would’ve helped me identify different planets and stars tonight."
"Well…maybe someone borrowed it," Spike suggested. "Besides, you don’t need that book. You can already name all the planets and stars ’cause you’re super-smart and astronomically awesome." The two stopped and she smiled at him.
"Thanks, Spike. You’re such a flatterer."
"Yeah, I’m a sweet-talker."
"And a number-one assistant!" Twilight added a wink. "Right?"
"Check!" Spike then got to work with alacrity: laying out the picnic blanket, setting out the fruit in a bowl, putting a scroll and apple within easy reach, and arranging the punchbowl and cups. As he did that, Chronicle reached the spot and settled down.
"Hey Chronicle," Twilight greeted. "How'd the meeting with Elphaba Trot go?"
"It went well."
Before he could say more, Rainbow rushed toward the blanket, snagging an apple in her teeth and taking a big bite. "Wow, Twilight!"
Meanwhile, as Spike had set up the telescope on a tripod, Scootaloo walked over to Rainbow. "You’re lucky to have such a rad assistant. I wish I had someone to do whatever I told them."
Scootaloo jumped excitedly at this. "Ooh, ooh! Me, me, me! I’ll do whatever you want, Rainbow Dash!"
Rainbow cocked an eyebrow at the filly's eagerness. "Oh, yeah, pipsqueak? How about taking out the trash?" She tossed down an apple core, the remains of her eaten fruit.
"Yes, ma’am!" The eager little filly snapped it up and galloped away as Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and the rest came over and clustered around Spike, who was around the refreshments.
"Do we have Spike to thank again for this amazing spread?" the fashionista said. "Isn’t he simply amazing?"
"Aw, come on…" Spike's eyes squeezed tightly shut while a giddy little smile planted itself beneath them, as if expecting a kiss from the object of his affections. When it failed to arrive, he opened first one eye and then both, looking a little grumpy. "I said, come on."
Pinkie decided to give him a noogie. "Little Spikey-wikey! Who knew that big ferocious dragons started off so cutesy-wutesy?"
"Spike, you are such a little star that I had to make this little bow tie for you," Rarity said as she levitated one up. It was bright red and liberally studded with small gems of all colors. As she secured it around Spike’s neck, it proved to be nearly as wide as his entire head.
"Gosh, you guys are embarrassing me. Stop it!" Spike said bashfully, allowing for a moment of silence before continuing. "Twilight, your turn."
Twilight playfully reproved him instead. "Spike, that’s enough."
"Uh, right. That’s enough."
"Hey, everypony! The show is starting!", Sweetie suddenly said, nearly getting run over in the resulting stampede to the hilltop. She quickly galloped over to jump on Rarity’s back, Apple Bloom already having climbed onto Applejack's. Spike, having removed his tie, found himself at the back of the group for the moment.
Excited murmurs and comments rose from the crowd as brilliant white meteors began to streak across the night sky. Scootaloo had found a spot alongside Rainbow, while Spike was now on Twilight’s back. Chronicle found himself next to Fluttershy, and a little too close to her for comfort. As the others were making a chorus of "Whoa"s, he found himself distracted from the unable to speak, more so after her wings opened for a moment, one of them brushing against his side.
I feel…hot. And like there's…something in my stomach. Feels like…butterflies, but that doesn't make sense. They wouldn't be able to make it with their wings intact, let alone survive. Is this what Timerity's expressing lately during my visits and hers?
Ever since the Sonic Rainboom, in the dreamscape, his sister—fraternal twin sister—was acting very giddy and light-headed after mentioning being rescued by Rainbow Blitz when she was knocked out by Elusive while trying to rescue him and the Wonderbolts. Apparently, while he merely sent a magical clone to save them, Timerity took the leap herself.
If he could see himself, he would find himself hyperventilating and blushing. Could this be… No. I can't. I can't do this! It's against recommendation protocol. He won't get in trouble for breaking this, but it's inadvisable to do so. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
He was snapped out of his trance when somepony tapped him on the horn. He regained his composure and found Rarity in front of him and Sweetie reaching out with a hoof. "Ooh. Looks like somepony's in—"
Chronicle cut her off by planting a hoof in her mouth. "Don't… even."
Once he put it away, she said with a knowing grin, "All right, then." Sweetie was making the same grin, but a harsh look from the stallion erased that.
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Later…
As the meteor shower ended, the group were also nearly finished with their food as they talked excitedly to one another, though the boys were silent. As Fluttershy got a cookie for herself, Pinkie finished the one she was working on and tapped the plate’s edge, flipping the last three neatly into her mouth.
"Mmm…" Pinkie said before swallowing. "…mmm, wow! These cookies are dee-lish!"
"Spike made them," Twilight said. "Speaking of…" She called over her shoulder. "Spike, can you bring us some punch?" There was no response. "Spike?" They turned to see him out like a light, snoring loudly with his head in the overturned, nearly empty punchbowl.
As she and Rarity walked up to him, the latter said, "Oh, poor little thing."
"Aw, he’s worked himself to the bone."
"And now the punch has been…Spiked!" Pinkie joked with a smile.
There was laughter from all. Except for Chronicle, who had been drinking a cup of punch, then spat it out right into Applejack's face after comprehending Pinkie's words. "What?!" he gasped.
Pinkie seemed to realize what he was thinking. "Relax! It's just a joke."
He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. For a second, I thought I—and the Crusaders—would end up getting very tipsy."
"Tipsy?" Bloom didn't understand the word, then turned to Applejack in hopes of getting an explanation.
"When you're older," the farmpony answered as she shook off the spat-out punch off her face.
"Aww…"
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Later that night, in Chronicle's dreamscape…
The blue unicorn was doing a practice duel. This time, it was a three-way fight with Blue Diary and Timerity. The pegasus had his swords out while the unicorn mare had a "magic horn blade" drawn just like her brother.
"Ready?", a voice came, but it did not come from any of the three.
"I was born ready!" answered Timerity.
"Ready when you are," muttered Blue as he assumed a stance.
"Let's do this!" said Chronicle.
"Go!" said the voice, and the three of them charged toward each other.
Timerity started by charging towards her brother, who did likewise. When she jumped, he did too, and when they clashed blades, she drove hers down, flipping her brother mid-flight and gaining some air time as she made her way towards Blue. Then, she unsheathed her "horn blade" and 'created' something resembling claws from her hooves.
"The 'cat claw' spell?" mused the pegasus in a deadpan tone as he parried the attack with his swords, then pushed her away with them.
Instead of landing on the ground however, Timerity cast a spell of herself and was encased in ribbons of brilliant blue light A ball of light then burst through the cocoon and there was a blinding white flash. When if faded, it could be seen that she bore a pair of Glimmer Wings, but were of a yellow hue, with blue, brown, and black patterns.
"I see you had the same idea as I had," noted Chronicle as he got up and drew back. As his aura let out ribbons of light, it was soon apparent that he was about to do the same thing.
"I guess our worlds are connected," his sister replied as she prepared to cast another spell.
"Focus!", called the voice.
"Screw you, brother! You never hang out with us!" The voice belonged to their elder brother Mahou, whose pony name was Mystic Wand. He's stationed in an Equestria where Twilight Sparkle is its near-immortal ruler.
"Can you really blame me? I have plenty of studies in my Equestria."
"Maybe you should make some friends," Chronicle teased as his own pair of wings came to being and he ascended.
"Oh, don't you get started on that tale! It's against recommendation protocol to make mutual bonds with its residents. But given the power of one of those bonds, Father has decided that friendships are okay."
At this point, the three ponies were in the air at a standoff. Chronicle has 'unsheathed' his "horn blade", Blue's sword auras extended to double their length, and Timerity's "claws" lengthened by two inches.
"At least try and spend some time with the family," Timerity stated as the three of them charged towards each other. "Even if only to test your skills."
As the three closed in and began assaulting one another in a confusing flurry of slashes, the voice said, "For the record, I do visit our mother. I'm practicing with her this very spell right now I'm using to talk to you guys."
"Perhaps you could promise to to a practice session some time?" Blue suggested. "It can be just as important to try out your skills in the field."
Mystic Wand seemed to let out a grumpy sigh. "All right. But I'm not versed in close combat like the three of you are."
"Exactly. You'll need to practice extensive dodging." In the midst of that conversation, one energy blade from his sword flat-smacked Chronicle in the back, damaging his Glimmer Wings and another from his other sword knocked him in the head i a critical spot, rendering him unconscious…even though he technically is already so in the land of the waking. Unfortunately, Blue didn't notice as he also busy clashing with Timerity, who was being very aggressive in her "cat claw" slashes.
"Fine." Wand seemed to be exasperated at being told off by his youngest brother. "You do have a point there. I guess—" He was interrupted when the sound of shattered glass came, which was followed with the normally black dreamscape turning into a daybreak sky as if the black were a porcelain dome breaking apart.
"What's going on?", gasped Timerity.
"I don't know, but given this is Chronicle's dreamscape, he must be thinking of something else." The two remaining fliers looked down and saw their brother falling. Before they could consider descending though, a pegasus bypassed the two at such high speeds the force of wind that followed sent them tumbling mid-air.
As they regained their bearings, they looked down, then decided to follow whoever is flying down towards their brother. The two made good time before suddenly hearing a crackling noise, almost as if the pony they're pursuing was about to break the sound barrier. As the two were finally close enough to identify the pegasus, struggling through wave fronts of their own, they let out a gasp on seeing who it was.
"Well, I'll be…" said Timerity.
"By Corona's mane!" gasped Blue. "It's—"
Before he could say it, the pegasus broke through her own wave, which turned into a multicolored blast that rippled outward from the spot. However, the two could tell that it wasn't a Sonic Rainboom as it swept them once more. There wasn't even a deafening noise. In fact, it was barely louder than a whisper. The colors were pink and yellow, and there were numerous pink glasswing butterflies about, though their colors were more solid than they were told.
As the two stopped amongst the lepidoptera creatures and the start of the pink-and-yellow contrail, they finally comprehended what was going on. "Oh, he can't be serious," Blue said as he made a face.
"I think he is," replied his sister.
"What's going on?" Mystic Wand's voice came. "When Chronicle's dreamscape abruptly changed I lost contact."
"He's got feelings for her." Timerity finished as she and Blue watched the pegasus, Fluttershy, ascend with Chronicle in tow, who had a dreamy smile on his face. All the while, the contrail continued to persist.
"Who's got feelings for who? What's going on? Come on! Don't leave me out of the loop!" But the eldest brother was ignored as the two in the dreamscape watched the strange scene take place.
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Hours later…
Morning came in the waking world. As a sunbeam made its way to a sleepy Spike, he snapped awake. At the same moment, Chronicle had rolled out of his bed and crashed onto the floor, the impact jerking him awake as well.
"Oww!", he gasped as he got up on his feet.
"I overslept!", he heard Spike gasp before an alarm clock was chucked in his direction and ended up getting skewered through his horn.
"Dammit." Chronicle 'removed' the destroyed clock, and put it in "hammerspace" to dump it at his training range later.
"I know it’s already ten, but I’m scaly-tailed and bright-eyed!"
Chronicle grumbled at this as he went and jumped straight down from the loft behind the running Spike, then followed him all the way to the kitchen, where his charge was levitating a book into the saddlebags on her back. Right. His tail ain't bushy.
"I’m ready to work twice as fast!" the little dragon continued. "Oh, please don’t be upset, Twilight! What do you want for breakfast? Oatmeal? How about a sunflower smoothie? Grass pancakes?"
"Spike! Don’t worry," Twilight assured as she floated an apple off the table.
"But—my morning chores!"
She gave a chuckle as she put the fruit into her bag. "It’s okay. Owlowiscious did them for you."
A pair of reptilian green eyes popped wide in surprise. "Who?", he asked alongside Chronicle as a scroll and a book went in next.
"He’s our new junior assistant," she answered as she walked past them. "He’s gonna help out with your chores so you won’t be so tired all the time."
Spike shook his head clear and started after her. "Wh—what do we need a junior assistant for? I’m not tired. I do fine on my own, I don’t need sleep, I—"
"Spike, don’t worry. He’s just here to help out a little. Now I have to go out, so why don’t you introduce yourself to Owlowiscious? He’s in the library."
Once she was gone, the baby dragon began to sweat profusely as he said to himself, "Worried? Do I look worried? I’m not worried. Who’s worried?"
"Oh, come on, Spike," Chronicle assured. "Let's just see who our new companion is before we judge him."
"Don't you have a class to teach?" Spike replied.
"I can spare a few more minutes. Also, you did not think of making me food."
"Sorry."
"It's all right. Just remember that I have needs too."
With that, the two of them descended to the ground floor. While the unicorn reached the bottom, the dragon got about halfway down and stopped, taking a hesitant look around. "Hello?" he called. "Hel-looo?"
They found a small brown owl perched on a book stand and facing the front door. Then, for some strange reason, the lights dimmed ominously and its head swiveled to face the two, the pattern of light and shadow making its eyes seem to glow.
"Whoa…" Once Spike started in fear, the lights turned back to normal. "Dude, that’s creepy."
"Nah, that's just natural for owls," the unicorn said as they walked up to the owl They're capable of turning their heads one-eighty degrees." Once they reached him, he said, "Hello. Name's Chronicle."
"Uh, hi there. I’m Spike. I’m sure Twilight has told you all about me."
"Hoo," answered the owl.
"Um, Spike. You know, assistant number one?"
"Hoo?"
"Umm, Spike," Chronicle tried to get his friend's attention.
He was ignored. "I’m Spike! And…who are you? What are you?"
"Hoo."
"Who?"
"Hoo."
"I thought your name was Owlowiscious!"
"Hoo?"
Chronicle tried again. "Spike."
"Okay, Who, Owlowiscious, whatever! I’m Spike, okay? Look, all you need to know is that I’m number one and you’re number two! Got it!"
"Hoo?"
"What does that make me? Number three? Or you don't consider me as a fellow assistant?"
Spike’s eye twitched for a moment as Chronicle's response went past his ears before he got himself under control. "So, a man of mystery, huh?" He then stalked away, then zipped back. "I’m keeping my eye on you!" He walking off again, glancing back. "I’ve got eyes in the back of my head too, you know!" If he indeed had them, they did him little good at this point, as he walked flat into the front door and ended up dazed on its mat. "Ugh…well, not really, but…" He angrily opened the door… "You know what I mean!" …and then slammed it behind him, leaving the owl and unicorn inside.
Chronicle turned to Owlowiscious, who was turned to the window, and said, "Oh, don't worry about him. He acted the same way with me when I first entered Twilight's employment. He'll get over it." He then added to himself, "At least he did after finding out I wasn't hired to be an assistant but as a bodyguard. Technically, Twilight's teacher hired me, but still."
Owlowiscious turned back to face him and said, "Hoo?"
"Why am I even talking to you?"
"Hoo."
"Of course that's what you'd say. You're just an owl. Well, see ya later."
"Hoo."
"Whatever." With that, he left the library, en route to Mystic Shield's place.
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Eyecatch (video-type)
[A/N: Due to the video not being available, please look for (and envision) Digimon Adventure's first eyecatch.]
{Nine cards fly in from the right and pile up on one another, depicting the following in the following order: a star-tipped wand spreading stardust, an orange circle depicting an open book inside, a lyre, a trio of raindrops, a bundle of three carrots, seven bubbles, a trio of wrapped candies, a trio of smiling daisies, and a safety pin.}
{The nine cards then shine into white and form together into something else: A picture depicting three rows of nine ponies. The top depicts (from left to right) Raindrops, Blue Diary, and Ditzy Doo (with Dinky on her back). The middle row depicts Lyra Heartstrings, Trixie Lulamoon, and Pokey Pierce. The bottom row depicts BonBon, Carrot Top, and Cheerilee. The show's logo shows up on the bottom right.}
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A few hours later…
Chronicle was walking back to the library, with him a certain pony he didn't expect. "I certainly wasn't expecting you to actually live here, Skyla. Then again, Pinkie Pie did recognize you as a Ponyville citizen."
The white pegasus nodded her head. "Uh-huh."
"But while I'm not as remembering as her, I'm sure I would've recognized you before we actually met at the weather factory."
"Well, I'm usually practicing at Whitetail Wood. And when I'm not, I'm out foal- or babysitting."
"I see. That's why."
"Well, I best be off."
"Bye." And Skyla was gone. And from what he noted, she was headed towards Sugarcube Corner. Sighing, he reached the left side of the library, where Twilight and the rest happened to be, Owlowiscious resting on his charge's back. Spike was sitting just outside the sill of an open library window and reading a book, though they did not seem to notice him.
"Oh, what a fantastical fluffalicious feathery little friend!" Pinkie was saying. "I’m “hoo”-ked!"
Everypony laughed at the silly pun as he finally joined them. "He’s just wonderful!" Fluttershy said.
"He’s just wonderful!" Spike mocked from above in irritation. Everypony turned to look at him and he immediately did his best to sound sincere. "Uh, yes, wonderful. He is quite…" The next words came through his teeth. "…the charmer."
"And Owlowiscious is just such a star I just had to make this little bow for you," Rarity said as she levitated a bow similar to the one she gave Spike, and it settled neatly at the owl’s throat—a gesture that sent Spike’s face into the red and caused him to blow steam from his nose. He then stormed back into the library, slamming the window closed.
"What’s he all saddle-sore about?" asked Applejack.
"He’s probably just jealous of Owlowiscious," Rainbow suggested.
"Maybe Spike feels threatened, or worried that Owlowiscious will replace him," Fluttershy said.
"Replace him? Hah! That’s crazy," Twilight scoffed. "Spike knows he can’t be replaced."
"Twenty bits says he's thinking you're trying to replace him," Chronicle dared. This earned him a quizzical look from all of them.
"Seriously?" Twilight then made a face that told him she has accepted the dare. "You're on."
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Some time later…
Chronicle was at the restaurant Horte Cuisine was a waiter of. He and Mystic Shield sat at a table with Elphaba Trot and an elderly earth pony, though he certainly did not look frail in the slightest. His eyes were constantly closed, his hair was white and short save for a full beard and mustache, he bore a scarlet coat, and his cutie mark depicted a black belt just like Elphaba, though she has stated they were not relatives.
A short distance away, he could see Skyla gorging herself in cheesecake. As for the four of them, they were treating themselves with quesadillas, hay fries, quiches, and carrot buns. There was also a quince, which Chronicle immediately distrusted.
"It is an honor to finally meet you, Mystic Shield," said Sensei as he wiped his mouth and beard clean of crumbs.
"Thank you, Sensei," the unicorn teacher replied as he took a bite out of a quiche, which had already come with a fork to eat with.
"You have been in Ponyville for quite some time now, and I believe it's about time your school is integrated into our group. It's been a very long time since I've seen a pony with your style."
"You've been at one of my classes?"
"No, but one of my unicorn students attends them. Her name is Holly Dash."
Elphaba was confused, and she asked, "Hold on. Seen a pony with his style? What do you mean by that?" She finished one carrot bun before digging into her hay fries.
"It was a long time ago. I was just a martial arts teacher for a few years when I met him in Baltimare."
Mystic seemed to start up upon hearing that. "Baltimare? I lived there once! Did his name happen to be Aegis?"
Sensei's eyebrows seemed to rise as he picked up the quince. "Why, yes. You know him?"
For the first time, Chronicle saw that his co-teacher friend was being ecstatic. "Know him? He was my teacher! He inspired me to set up my school in the first place! How did you know him?"
"As I said, I met him in Baltimare. We had a casual chat, and he invited me to his dojo. You weren't there however, probably haven't enrolled at that point." He paused to take a munch out of a carrot bun. "By the way, how is he?"
Mystic's hype seemed to leave him completely as he slumped. "He…he passed away."
"Oh." Sensei lowered his head in respect. "I'm so sorry to hear that." Elphaba and Chronicle remained silent in respect as well.
"It's all right. That was a long time ago. …So, what will happen, now that I'm part of your group?"
"Well, given that I haven't integrated a unicorn-exclusive art before, I will need time to think of something."
"I know of one particular technique, and I have learned it from an acquaintance in my pre-Ponyville days." He turned to Chronicle on saying that, who was just swallowing a bite he took. "I don't recall much of it though, but it involved some sort of long jump, tumbling, getting back up, and quickly turning around."
"I think I know about that technique," Elphaba offered, not noticing that there were a few strands of hay around her mouth. "It's an technique in aikido called Zenpo Kaiten Ukemi." She turned to Sensei. "Did I word it right?"
The elderly pony nodded. "You have." He then took a bite out of the quince, which made Chronicle worry a bit. From what he knew, quinces were poisonous to equines. But maybe quinces in Equestria were different.
"Oh yeah! That's it," said Mystic. "By the way Elphaba, you might want to clean up your face." The sole mare in the table rubbed her face with a foreleg and noticed that he was right, giving a sheepish grin. "Thank you."
"Mind telling me who this acquaintance of yours was?" inquired Sensei.
"Sure. He was a minotaur who called himself Harmony Way. Unlike many of his kind, he doesn't tackle 'obstacles' head-on, but instead prefers diversion-type methods. You know him?"
"Not this time. He's not familiar to me. There aren't many minotaurs who do business with ponies. Other than that one self-help guru. Him, I do know."
Mystic seemed to express shock at this. "You met that guy too?! He's been a bad influence to some of my old colleagues while I was still Aegis's student. Personally, I think his assertiveness lessons can be so…I don't know, but it makes them jerks, which goes against the attitude Aegis promotes."
The other two ponies were confused from what he said. "Care to enlighten us on who you're talking about?" asked Elphaba.
"No," the purple unicorn refused. "That minotaur's not a proper influence."
"You mentioned 'assertiveness lessons'," Chronicle said. "One of my friends needs lessons on that."
"I will not letting you take Fluttershy to one of his speeches. And I'm not telling who he is because I'm afraid it would make your search of him easier."
"But if you don't tell me, I might end up stumbling into an ad of his or something and not find out he's the guy you want me to avoid until you find out and then tell me."
Mystic remained silent for a few seconds, at which they could hear Spike pass by telling himself to look for a quill. Once he was gone, the unicorn finally spoke. "…You're weird when you speak in long sentences. Thankfully, no science jargon as with Twilight Sparkle."
"You're diverting from the subject. Just tell me who the self-help guru is."
"I agree with your friend here," said Sensei to Mystic. "But I also agree that that guru is a bad influence. Using force is not the way of any martial art, though many can be used to that means."
"Yeah," agreed Elphaba. "Aikido's not among those offensive arts, being all about diverting blows and immobilizing or throwing opponents in response."
"I believe it's best we do not speak of him. His view of assertiveness conflicts with the philosophy of self-defense."
Chronicle sighed in defeat. "Fine," he conceded. At the corner of his eye, he could see Spike running with a white feather, but ignored the sight. "But don't go berating me if I stumble into him without prior knowledge."
"If it helps any, I believe you're suitable enough to teach her assertiveness," said Mystic. By this time, they were all finished with their food.
"I'm not too sure of that. I have trouble reaching out to her. And sometimes, I have just as much trouble making myself heard to everypony else just like she does, even if my voice is louder than hers."
"You're getting off-topic again," warned Elphaba. "And in case you all forgot, you were supposed to talk about the Zenpo Kaiten Ukemi."
"Oh, right."
"I'm already teaching my students that move, but I'm not entirely sure if I still got it right, given that I learned it from a minotaur, and they use hands, which we don't have." Mystic raised his front hooves in demonstration. "And it's only after a casual chat with Elphaba that I realized that spells alone are not enough."
"I recommend you to see Ebon Belt," suggested Sensei. "He's the resident aikido teacher. I shall take you there."
"Thank goodness," said another voice. The four turned to see Horte Cuisine looking a little miffed. "If you are finished, monsieurs and madame, would you be so kind as to leave the premises. This may not be a fancy restaurant, but dawdlers are not tolerated."
"Apologies."
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The four ponies were now walking down a road and through the marketplace. Sensei was leading the way to Ebon Belt's house. Just then, a voice came from behind.
"Chronicle."
The four stopped and turned around. they could see a very pale amber earth pony with long blue hair that had amber eyes, two slightly shorter bangs and was wild at the top, and a full moon cutie mark.
"Who are you?" asked Mystic.
"My name is Lunatic, and I came to inquire about your…combat session request."
Chronicle seemed to remember something as he smacked himself in the head. "D'oh! I had completely forgotten about that."
Mystic turned to face his co-teacher. "Was that one of the requests you put up on the Request Board?"
"Yes. Didn't think about it much after I started teaching alongside you." He turned to Lunatic. "How were you able to identify me?"
"The librarian who lives in the Golden Oaks Library provided a very helpful description."
Twilight. "I see." He turned to his three companions. "I'm afraid I must go."
"It is all right," said Sensei. "You have made a deal of sorts, and you must fulfill its terms."
"Thank you, Sensei."
"I'll tell you everything later, okay?" offered Mystic.
"Okay."
With that, Chronicle left and joined Lunatic en route to his training range at the back of the library. "So. Lunatic, huh? If I remember the term correctly…"
Lunatic interrupted, "I assure you I'm as calm as can be. However, come nighttime, if I'm outdoors and stressed… that's a different story." He heard his companion gulp. "No need to worry. I've had training on emotion control and stay inside, especially when Princess Luna's moon is shining at its brightest."
"Speaking of Princess Luna, what is your opinion about her?"
"Oh, are you talking about her other persona Nightmare Moon? I haven't heard much about that incident in Ponyville, but I believe they are two different ponies personality-wise. I wish to meet her someday, and be part of her personal guard."
"Luna has her own personal guard?"
"The Canterlot Royal Guard serve both Princesses, but are primarily under Celestia. From my time there after the Nightmare Moon incident, I heard that there's a regimen different from the gold-clad ponies. Their armor is darker, and just as the Royal Guards have enchantments that render their appearances so generic, these do too, but with a tone of menace, and with one addition."
"What?"
"The wings of assigned pegasi change into something more bat-like."
"I see." By that time, they were at the front of the library, where Twilight was just walking out, Owlowiscious on her back.
"Hey, Chronicle," she greeted. "I see you've met the guy who was looking for you. If you can, could you find time to get Astronomical Astronomer’s Almanac to All Things Astronomy for me?"
"Can't you do it yourself, since you're going out and all? Wait… I thought we already had that book."
"We had. Until I found out that Spike burnt it by accident with a sneeze."
"I'm surprised this place is still standing."
"As I said once before, dragon fire doesn't spread like normal fire unless Spike wants it to."
"Oh, right. Well, okay. When I have the time, I'll go to the bookshop. But after my combat session."
With that, the two of them made their way to the training range. After entering its bounds, Chronicle instructed Lunatic where to position himself. The two then faced one another.
"Shall we begin?" Chronicle said. "Do you have a preferred weapon?"
"As a matter of fact…" Presumably out of the hammerspace non-unicorns have (which his cousin Ginger Cloud told him about), he drew a giant two-pronged sword. It was almost entirely gray, with a short, light gray handle with a black spike set in its pommel. The base of the blade sported a short spike on either of its sides. The tip of each prong was flat and slatted inward.
I'm never gonna get used to that.
Before Lunatic put the sword handle into his mouth, he said, "I am much stronger than you expect."
"At least your neck is," replied Chronicle as he 'drew' his "magic horn blade". Figures, my first opponent and he has a big-ass sword. The two of them then charged. Lunatic started by swinging his sword sideways. The unicorn vaulted right over him, flipping as he did and 'slashing' him.
Upon landing, he turned around to see the earth pony still standing without so much as a stagger. Lunatic swung around, doing a three-sixty. Chronicle managed to jump back to evade it, bt just barely; one of the blades nicked his coat, but thankfully no blood was drawn. At least that's what he felt.
"Now that's a very impractical weapon," the unicorn commented. "In the grasp of a non-unicorn anyway, not that I'm one of those who believe they're better than the other races."
Lunatic said nothing as he made another swing, which Chronicle jumped over…only for the earth pony to quickly swing the other way. Instantly, he 'sheathed' his "horn blade", and conjured a wall of magic between himself and the sword. It did not stop the attack as it broke, but it managed to soften the blow even the blade made contact with his body. As the unicorn managed landed on the ground and got up, he noticed that he's got a large though light cut from the sword.
Lunatic noticed it too, spat out his sword, and said, "Do you wish to stop?"
Chronicle was considering otherwise, and continuing the battle until he was tired, but then he remembered his rules; first to break a bone loses, first to draw blood wins, fight ends when challenger is obviously tired. "Yeah, I guess. You win by rule of first blood."
"I see."
"I guess I didn't really think this through. It's been quite a very long while since I've done a serious one-on-one fight. Apart from that one griffon. Too busy teaching at Mystic Shield's school." He 'took out' a pouch of bits from "hammerspace" and gave it to Lunatic. "Here's the reward money, complete with victory bonus."
The earth pony took the pouch and put it away. "Thank you. Victory bonus?"
"I'd still give out bits even if you lost. It helps invite more challengers."
"I see." He picked up his sword, then put it away as well. "Now that the request is completed, I shall be on my way." With that, he started to walk out of the training range.
"Where are you going?" Chronicle wanted to know.
Lunatic stopped and turned. "Do you need to know?" he asked in a tone that implied that he's not the type to give away anything so easily.
"…I guess I don't. Bye."
"Farewell." Lunatic then left. Once the earth pony was gone, Chronicle looked down at his wound, found that it wasn't too serious, and made his way back to the front door and saw Twilight just on her way back, Owlowiscious on her back. He joined her, managing to hide his superficial injury as she went in…and they saw Spike in a classic dastardly villain costume; black cape, top hat, and mustache taken from the local joke/novelty shop.
He was scattering feathers from a torn pillow and his footprints were red, though later inspection revealed it was not blood but ketchup. And while he was doing an evil chuckle, he did not seem to notice the two until he backed up right into them. There was a very long and uncomfortable pause, after which he zipped away and instantly returned without his villain getup.
Spike then spoke in an overly-melodramatic manner. "That poor little field mouse!" He pointed to what was obviously a toy mouse for a cat to play, which was— "Torn to pieces! It must have been Owlowiscious!" He resumed normal tone. "You know, since owls eat, you know, mice." Then to full drama mode. "What a terrible, terrible bird! He must be punished!" Then to normal again. "Right?"
The two ponies were thoroughly unconvinced.
"Spike, I don’t know what upsets me more—that you deliberately tried to set up Owlowiscious, or that you actually thought this pathetic attempt would work," Twilight said.
"I doubt even Derpy Hooves would fall for that, not that she's stupid, just clumsy," Chronicle added.
"You’ve let your jealousy get the best of you, Spike. I am truly disappointed. This is not the Spike I know and love!"
That seemed to get him in the moneymaker. He reached out toward her, but got no response as she trotted solemnly out the door and Owlowiscious swiveled his head to look back. Once she was gone, he turned to face Chronicle, who gave a sigh and said, "Why are my friends such idiots?" He then turned away from the incredulous dragon and 'slammed' the door.
As he continued to walk for a full minute, he thought to himself. "At least Mystic Shield has a level head like I do. At least Blue Diary's friends are much more sensible. Father did warn me that most of us who make friends with the natives never end up with those who are one hundred percent sensible all the time. What could have gotten Spike to—" He stopped upon realizing something. "Oh no." He then started to run off somewhere. "Twilight!"
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Eyecatch (picture-type) - On the left side of the screen is a grumpy Chronicle in his "training range" with his wound and on the right is Lunatic with his giant blade. On the upper right is the show's logo.
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Nighttime…
Spike was trudging through the Everfree Forest with a bundle on a stick slung over his shoulder. "Twilight hates me. I’m cold, hungry, tired, and lonely. Could it get any worse?" A sudden flash of lightning and a few raindrops reminded the little runaway that this was the one question no one of any species should ever, ever ask. The sprinkle turned into an instant storm. "I guess that’s a yes."
Looking around, he spotted a not-too-distant cave and headed for it. Upon reaching it, he peeked inside. "Hello?", he called. "Hel-looo?" The lightning illuminated the outline of some indistinct thing farther back in the cave, and Spike squinted for a better look. "What is that?" Once the glare had died down, he approached it and saw that it was an enormous mound of gems. His eyes snapped greedily back and forth. "Oh…if this is what running away is all about, I never want to go home!" He then dove in. "Gems! Mmm! Woo-hoo!" He began eating away.
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Later…
Spike rested at the base of the pile, his belly from eating gems. A pat on his overstuffed belly brought up a hiccup that took his good spirits with it, and he groaned in a discontented way. "Even if my tummy’s full, the rest of me is still empty. I miss Twilight and the pony gang—but she doesn’t love me anymore." He picked up a half-eaten gem. "So I’m better off here—all by myself."
As he began to suck on the stone like a lollipop, wisps of steam floated toward him and set him sweating. He soon had to stop and fan himself with his hand. "Wow. Seems to be getting warmer." He sucked some more, more steam came, and more sweat came. "This steam is great for my complexion, but it’s sure getting hot in here." He tried to resume snacking, but a fresh gush of steam and a hollow roaring sound changed his mind.
As he glances fearfully toward the source, he found himself in front of the gargantuan head of a rather annoyed green dragon. It had yellow-green head spines and ridges above its eyes, a pale yellow hide running down the throat and on its bat-wing ears; and yellow-orange eyes with pale yellow whites. He would later know its name to be Reginald. Its voice was low, gravelly, and full of malice.
"What are you doing in my cave? And why are you eating my gems?" he said.
Spike spat out the one he was sucking on. "Uh…heya, bro. I didn’t know this was your cave. And I didn’t know these were your gems, but…we’re cool, right?" The giant dragon's snarling snout pushed into his face answered that one in a hurry. "Whoa, whoa! Hey, uh…we’re like brothers, you know? I mean, you’re a dragon, I’m a dragon, it’s us against the world, right?" Wrong again. A roar and belch of steam threw Spike against the pile. He landed upside down, shuddered, then got up ready for a fight.
"You don’t scare me," Spike said with false bravado. "So you’re big." His adversary growled, prompting his eyes to grow very large and frightened, as he saw that, in length, the head and neck alone stretched to at least ten times Spike’s height. "Really big." One of Reginald's forelimb extended its digits to show a set of very nasty claws. ""And your claws are super-sharp. Tail…" Reginald extended more spines from his tail. "…extra-spiky. But, uh…you don’t scare me! Hah!"
He gathered himself and spat out the best flame jet he can manage—which was far from intimidating. "How’d you like that?" He promptly has to duck under a huge stream of fire that very nearly burnt him to a crisp. It did, in fact, singe the tips of his own head spines and took all the fight out of him again. "Uh, I’d love to stay, but…gotta go! See you!" He began to run off. "Wouldn’t want to be you!"
His escape takes him between Reginald’s legs, who blew a new burst at his former position, and he dove behind a rock an instant before the tail smashed it to gravel. Off he went again, barely staying ahead of the stomping feet and gnashing teeth, but a dead-end wall soon left him nowhere to go. Reginald’s shadow fell over him as he warms up to incinerate Spike.
"Hoo-hoo!" a call came.
Spike looked up in happy surprise. Sure enough, there came Owlowiscious, staying clear of Reginald’s claws and bopping it on the snout. Two swings of the tail hit nothing but air, and the third—aimed straight at Owlowiscious—instead came down on the massive green head when he sidestepped at the last moment.
"Spike!" a familiar voice came. Spike turned to the mouth of the came to see Twilight and Chronicle waving him over. "Over here!"
With Owlowiscious keeping Reginald busy, the little dragon made a run for it. "Am I glad to see you!"
"Hurry! Hop on!" Twilight said.
As he did so, she galloped out of the cave with Owlowiscious following, just before Reginald’s fire blasted out after them. When it cleared, Chronicle was standing there with a force field around himself.
"We meet again. Reginald."
The green dragon just growled and swiped at the pony, who charged forward and out of the claw's range, knowing not to completely count on his barrier to protect him. He then proceeded to pester him with magic shots. He knew very well that all of his attacks would be ineffective, learning that from his fight with the red dragon Basil. In his first encounter with Reginald, he hadn't even intended to fight, just search an item and go.
Reginald let out a blast of fire, which Chronicle teleported away from, not risking his barrier a second time. He reemerged at the dragon's head, then started stomping on it, enhancing his front hooves with magic. Apparently learning from last time, Reginald's tail went at him from the side so that it would barely brush the dragon's own head.
The unicorn saw it coming and teleported down below Reginald's belly, 'unsheathed' his "horn blade", which phased through the scales, and began to run along it starting from the tail. Even if his blade would happen to phase through Reginald's heart, it would not be fatal due to the dragon's physiology, and even if that were not the case, it was set to not kill. He was just stalling for time, and practicing on doing that.
As he reached past Reginald's forelegs, he found himself face to face with the dragon's head, which was upside down. Just as he processed that, he was incinerated by his fire breath, but when it cleared, there was no charred pony body left behind. As it was, it turned out to be a magical clone. Fuming in anger, he stomped out of the cave, and began to pursue the escapees.
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Outside, Twilight was running alongside Chronicle, whom they have met up with a few seconds earlier. Spike was confused for a bit, then realized the one left behind was a magical clone.
"Damn, that dragon's more ferocious than Basil!" he swore, then turned to Spike. "I can't believe you found Reginald's cave!"
"Reginald?" asked Spike as the two of them looked back to see the green behemoth finally catching up to them and chasing them through the forest.
"I encountered him once during a trip to the Everfree Forest. Got his name when I attempted to go through him peacefully to find an item requested by a client. Tell you the rest another time."
Soon enough, the forest turned dim, with Owlowiscious nowhere in sight.
"It’s too dark!" Twilight complained. "I can’t see!"
The owl caught up shortly. "Hoo! Hoo-hoo!" Facing front, he took up a position perhaps two feet from her face and led the way through the natural obstacles of the terrain thanks to his night vision. Reginald tried to keep up, but found his own path blocked by fallen trees and cannot pursue his prey any farther. He then put his head up into the sky and blew frustrated fire jets in various directions. as the quartet raced to clearer ground. Spike breathed a sigh of relief, and in short order the four have cleared the forest. Twilight stopped near a tree, Chronicle did the same, and Spike dismounted while Owlowiscious perched on a branch.
Once Twilight managed to catch her breath, she said, "Spike! We were so worried about you! I was so worried about you! Why did you run away?"
"I thought you didn’t need me anymore, and that you didn’t love me anymore," Spike replied.
She was taken slightly aback, but gave a smile. "Spike! Sure, I was disappointed, but you are my number-one assistant and friend, and you always will be. It’s just that sometimes I need some help at night. I can’t ask you to stay up late. You’re a baby dragon, and you need your rest. Owls are nocturnal, so I asked Owlowiscious to help, but not to take your place."
"Just as I wasn't employed by the Princess to replace you," Chronicle added. "but to protect Twilight, though I would also protect you if I can."
"No one could ever replace you, Spike, not even when you are being a jealous numbskull." On the end of this, she gave him a gentle noogie that got him to smile and hug her.
"I’m sorry, Twilight," said the little dragon. "I never should have been so jealous."
"And I’m sorry too, Spike. I should have been more sensitive."
"Yeah you should have," agreed Chronicle. "And now you owe me twenty bits."
"I guess I do."
Spike turned to the tree where the owl was perched. "And, Owlowiscious, I know now that you weren’t out to take my job. Forgive me?"
"Hoo?"
"Me. Forgive me, Spike."
"Hoo."
The confounded dragon turned away and shrugs helplessly at Twilight, who laughed softly. "He forgives you, Spike."
The stallion turned to the dragon. "Honestly, I don't really blame you. From what little I discovered about dragons, they are very territorial."
His charge turned to face him. "You think Spike's jealousy stems from instinct?"
"Mm-hmm." He didn't need to say it, but Twilight seems to have figured out as much as he did; the two of them (as well as their friends) were considered by Spike part of 'his territory' and therefore Owlowiscious was treated by him as in intruder.
Their thoughts were interrupted by Spike, who asked, "Hey! How did you guys know where I was?"
"It was your ketchup-covered feet." Spike looked toward the ground and lifted his foot to see the tomato residue still on the sole. ""Owlowiscious discovered your footprints and we followed them all the way to the cave."
"Oh, yeah, the ketchup. It looked pretty real, though, didn’t it?" The two ponies gave him a quizzical look. "Uh…heheh."
"And in the event that that wasn't possible, I could just find an item of yours and use my pinpointing spell to track you," Chronicle said. "Failing that, there's always Surveillance. Come on, let's go home."
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Later, in the library…
The four of them were in the kitchen, the two ponies near the fireplace, Owlowiscious on a perch, Spike standing on a stack of books to put him level with the table. He had a quill and scroll handy.
"I know Princess Celestia will want to read about what happened today," Twilight said.
"I’m ready when you are."
She poised herself to begin dictating, then had a better idea. "Hey, Spike! Why don’t you write to Princess Celestia and tell her what you’ve learned?"
"Really? Why, that’s a big responsibility!"
"I know, but nothing my number-one assistant can’t handle."
With that, he began to write. “Dear Princess Celestia: This is Spike, writing to you about my adventures. This week, I learned that being jealous and telling lies gets you nowhere in friendship. I also learned that there’s plenty of love for every friend to share.” With mounting fervor, he continued. “So from here on out, I promise that I, Spike, will—” He abruptly stopped, falling asleep on the table and murmuring.
Twilight was caught off guard at this as she gave a gentle smile as she shook her head a bit. Chronicle just rolled his eyes.
"Oh, Spike."
"Hoo?" Owlowiscious seemed to ask.
"Who? Spike. You kn—" She caught herself. "Ohhhh!" Then walked away, laughing to herself at having finally caught on to the reason for Spike’s confusion in all of his “conversations” with Owlowiscious. The nocturnal bird swiveled his head to incidentally face the Surveillance 'camera' on Spike and winked at it.
Chronicle gave another sigh as he dissipated, having turned out to be a magical clone. They may be idiots, but they're my idiots. If only I can get them to be more sensible…It's gonna be a nigh-impossible road.[/i
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Sssssssssssstrange... Has Chronicle had Finn as a charge?
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No, but MAYBE he encountered a Finn expy. I won't be exploring more on that though, I just did it for the sake of a joke.
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expy?
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Look it up on TV Tropes.
i absoluly LOVE the Kingdom Hearts weapon insert and the PV of Saix
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BTW, I also put in four other KH expies long before him. Maybe you could guess who they are and when they appeared.
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i do remember a few but i cant remember which chapters they showed up in id have to go back and reread but it looks like someone loves KH
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Yeah, I do. I even plan to make a crossover chapter with one of my Kingdom Hearts fanfics. You'll have to wait for me to reach Season 2.
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you have a kingdom hearts fan fic? where i wanna read it!
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Look for me in FanFiction.Net. I'm in the process of redoing one of my KH fics.
Hey nightelf37 I still don't get what you mean by see ya on Third? I mean seriously I can't even put my finger on it.