Uptown Mare
All around him, there was only white. Daedalus crept on the transparent surface, carefully making sure he was heading in the right direction. If he squinted, he could barely make out very light grey objects moving around the nexus of information. Numbers, letters, and unreadable symbols spun around each other in an infinite circle that seemed to have no end. They fell forward into the infinite abyss before the changeling king. Daedalus was definitely on the right track though; he could feel it in his old bones.
“Huh, the first monarch who did this must have crapped himself when he found this place,” he said aloud. Daedalus often talked to himself; when a guard overheard him and asked why he did this, he always replied, “I don’t like listening to silence. It never has anything interesting to say.”
Daedalus wasn’t simply in Toxotis’ mind. He was in an endless realm of boredom and unlimited excitement, all at the same time. It was a place where one could see the darkest secrets and most joyful moments of any being that had ever lived. This was the full reach of the hive mind. Of course, someone would need a pathway to find anything in this place. That was why Daedalus needed Toxotis to let him in, otherwise he’d never find his way to what he needed to see. The pathway Toxotis had provided was crude, but it would have to do. In truth, Daedalus hadn’t expected much, but he would’ve liked a pathway he could see. The hive mind was so much more expansive than anyling or anypony would ever be able to fathom. Although it was widely believed that only changelings were connected to what they called the hive mind, in reality, every living thing had a connection to it. Most, though, never realised it, or were never able to use it. The hive mind was a pocket universe created by thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears and dreams.
The changeling race had evolved with the hive mind and had gained the ability to use it to their advantage. While all changelings could communicate without vocalization, it was commonly used in places of business, rather than everyday life. Of course, there were military advantages to this as well; however changelings had always been more equipped for stealth and espionage than battle. A changeling’s magic was commonly weaker than a unicorn’s, but an influx of love could increase their magical potency. Daedalus had theorised that Celestia, a being more powerful than himself and his entire hive, had only been beaten by the element of surprise and the amount of love inside Chrysalis back at the Canterlot invasion. Otherwise, Chrysalis would have been splattered like a bug, literally. Daedalus focused back on the path ahead.
“Now it would appear that he’s leading me to his very first meeting with Rainbow. By the gods, I love and hate this place.” He looked around the area again, a hint of wonder in his eyes. “With this, I could even see into the memories of those long passed,I would just need a descendant. I’d better not see any assassins again, or I swear I’ll…” Daedalus went quiet when he spotted a door at the end of the path.
It was wooden, with a brass knob. In big bold letters, ‘The Bar’ was written on the top of the door. With no other exit in sight, Daedalus approached the small wooden door and looked for any other details the might aid him. He came to the conclusion that this must be where he was supposed to go. So without further ado, Daedalus turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He was then surrounded by a blinding light as he stepped through.
The light disappeared as quickly as it came, and Daedalus found himself in a place he had not been to in a very long time: a bar. It was small in size, and very rustic, but Daedalus was quite big, so he attributed it to the fact that it was built for creatures much smaller than him. There were very few patrons in the building, and the bartender seemed content with cleaning glasses until a new order came. The floor and the bar table were made of wood, but the seating was made of specially developed cloud so that any type of pony could sit on them.
The full extent of what the hive mind could create was before the king. Toxotis wasn’t in the room yet, and knowing what he was like, this was certainly a onetime visit. All of this had been created so perfectly because of everypony present that day. From the squeaky floorboards, to the clinking of glasses, and even the music playing on the broken down jukebox, the room had been recreated thanks to the subconscious memories of everypony who had visited that day. That was the potential of the hive mind. The other ponies didn’t even know they were recreating this memory, but they were, as their subconscious was happily feeding the info required to the catalyst, Toxotis. Daedalus couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate what he was seeing. His eyes drifted off to one of the mares sitting alone on a barstool. Her rainbow mane and healthy physique were eye-catching, so it confused the king greatly as to why she was alone.
It then struck him who she was, Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty herself. He let off a cheeky whistle as he took a peek at her flank. “You’ve done well for yourself, Toxotis,” he muttered to himself. There was a perverse pleasure in knowing that these were only memories. What was annoying to the king, was that he couldn’t interact or mess with anything, but the upside was that he could go anywhere and do whatever he wanted within reason. He tested this by walking through a departing patron like a ghost, but the pony didn’t even react, as Daedalus was nothing but an observer. Looking at the time, Daedalus noted it was close to midnight, and began to wonder what brought Rainbow Dash there so late. She seemed very depressed. She wore a large frown and occasionally took a gulp of her hard cider.
Daedalus would have taken a seat next to her, but he would have just fallen through it. He found a pang of sympathy go out to her, as he could tell she was very lonely, a feeling he sometimes felt from wives. However, something else began to catch his attention. The rusty old jukebox across the room started to change its song, and a new harmony began to lightly fill the sombre atmosphere. Daedalus recognised it almost immediately.
“Wait, that song…”
“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Before he knew it, the King was moving his feet to the music.
And when she knows what she wants from her type;
And when she wakes up and makes up her mind.
“She’ll see I’m not so tough, just because, I’m in love with an uptown mare.” Daedalus had totally forgotten why he was here. The sweet call of music had taken him over and nothing could stop him from shaking his stuff. His feet moved in all directions as he spun around in time to the beat. Having perfected river dance, tap dancing and, most recently, breakdancing, the king was no slouch when it came to showing his moves. Daedalus lamented the fact that nopony could appreciate his talent. He looked at his side, wondering what his cutie mark would have been. Something in dance, he thought. Daedalus froze when he saw somepony else enter the bar, or rather, someling.
Toxotis, or as he was known in his pony form, Question Mark, gingerly walked inside the bar. His shifty eyes and cautious steps were a sign that he was suspicious, or entering an unknown environment, and Daedalus would put money on it being the latter. Question looked over to where Rainbow was sitting, but Rainbow was too absorbed in her cider to take notice of the stallion. Question looked over his surroundings again, and noted the bathroom doors to the side. He quickly made his way over, with Daedalus in following behind.
Question Mark practically leapt in, while Daedalus casually walked through the door. The bathroom had seen better days. The pristine white had been edged away, and in its place were browns and greens and other colours that Daedalus could only shudder to guess their origins. Random graffiti marked the walls. Poorly written jokes probably thought up during a drunken stupor, fake phone numbers asking ponies if they ‘wanted a good time’ and sheer vulgarities were plastered everywhere. Question was at one of the sinks, using the (hopefully) clean water to wash his face and try to rid himself of his panic.
Daedalus wished he could place a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder, and tell him that he could do it. Alas, these were only memories, and he would have to watch his friend go through this alone. Question finished washing his face, and through his harsh breathing, looked at himself in the mirror. Staring back at him was a stallion with a ‘snow white’ coat, and a mane that was as black as coal. His cutie mark was a magnifying glass, and his irises were emerald green. His coat was such a contrast that he often stuck out, much like the mare of his affections’ mane. His small crush had grown to near obsession now, and because he made a promise, he would have to go out there and at least talk to her. He made sure his fedora was on straight, and was now regretting not bringing a tie.
Maybe it was a bit too much, he thought. Still, I looked nice with a tie. Maybe she’ll think I’m… no, she seems to be the more carefree type. The tie would make me look like a stiff. Or maybe… UGH! He shook his head and turned the tap on again, splashing more water on his muzzle. He let out a large sigh as he turned the faucet off and took one more look into the mirror. Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why a pony of all creatures!?
He had first seen her on his first day coming to town, a couple of days after Daedalus commanded him to seek his redemption by helping those he had wronged. He couldn’t face Canterlot or Trottingham again, so he chose Ponyville. That way he could be caught easier. At the time, there was a part of him that wanted to crawl up into a hole and die, to end his miserable existence. Also, it was close to his hive, so he could always deliver his report to Daedalus easily. On the way to town though, he spied a rainbow-maned pegasus flying over an empty field. It was only for a few seconds, but his brain couldn’t help but register her beauty. Of course, the moment passed, and Question totally forgot about her until his welcome party.
Ponyville tradition dictated that when a new pony moved to the town, Pinkie would throw them a welcoming party. Question had put up little fight in the matter, and saw it as a way to help him blend in more with the townsfolk, so he allowed it to continue. He introduced himself to the town and explained his occupation as a private detective. What kept catching his eye at the party though was her. Rainbow Dash. He recognized her then as the Element of Loyalty. They talked for a very short time, but in that time he could tell she was a fun, if not boisterous, mare. She had big dreams, and the means to obtain them if the stories were to be believed. From that point on, he was smitten.
After that day, he never spoke to her again. Work kept him preoccupied, and as time passed, he became a friendly face around town. After a year of turmoil, in only a few short months, he had finally found some semblance of peace. For some reason, though, she refused to leave his thoughts. As the days passed, more and more often he’d spot her soaring through the air, or among her friends. Question had made a point to keep his distance from the Elements, but something kept drawing him to Dash. Finally, after a talk with Carnage, he promised he would at least talk to her. He didn’t really know what to expect, he just hoped he wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself tonight. For the tiniest moment, he let his disguise drop, revealing his changeling form. As quickly as it appeared, he changed back and walked out of the bathroom, with Daedalus following closely.
Dash was still drinking alone, not paying attention to anypony else in the room. This relieved Question slightly as he made his approach, ignoring the other drunk patrons in the bleak bar. Daedalus put everything out of his mind; despite the jukebox playing “Shoot to Thrill,” he refused to ignore his friend’s story. He knew Question could do it, he already had, but something made him doubt this would be the usual romance story. Question reached a stool next to Rainbow Dash and took a seat.
Silence followed.
Question knew this wasn’t a good sign, but the bartender’s approach gave him reason to speak. “Whisky, please.” The bartender nodded and got to work on a drink. Silence fell again until the drink was placed in front of Question, and the bartender returned to cleaning glasses. He cleared his throat, gently catching Rainbow’s attention. She turned an eye to him, sizing up the smallish stallion that she didn’t recognise at first glance. When Rainbow didn’t say anything, Question decided to break the ice. “H-hello there,” he said nervously.
“What do you want?” Dash asked, not used to strangers approaching her while she was drinking. A new song began to play, and Daedalus found his foot instinctively step to the beat.
“I-I’m so-sorry. You probably don’t remember me, but we’ve met before. My name is Question Mark.”
Rainbow narrowed her eyes, and in a flash, she remembered. “Oh, yeah. You’re that detective who moved here a while back. What’s up?” she said, a bit friendlier.
“Oh… um, I’m fine I suppose, just thought I’d have a drink.”
“Bad memories, huh?” Question was taken aback by this, but he assumed she was speaking from experience. He shuffled in his seat, trying to think of a response.
“I suppose you could say that. It will be the anniversary of a… well, dark part of my life I suppose you could say, very soon. That’s not why I came to talk to you though.” He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a little parched. He avoided taking a drink of his whisky, though; he could be a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. “I was wondering why a mare such as yourself is sitting here drinking alone?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Question instantly regretted saying them. Rainbow’s face morphed into a venomous glare that cut straight through the stallion. Daedalus made an ‘eep’-like sound as he took a few steps backwards, waiting to see what would happen next. “What do you mean, “a mare like me”?”
“Oh—uh, well I…” Knowing he may be on the verge of having his flank kicked, Question opted for honesty. “I mean… a mare as beautiful as you. I just thought it was odd that you were on your own is all.”
The harsh gaze Rainbow wore immediately softened when she realised he wasn’t joking. Then her cheeks began to feel a little hotter. She looked forward, avoiding eye contact as she mumbled, “You serious?”
“Of course, I don’t lie.”
“How do I believe that?”
“I’m a detective, I always seek the truth.”
“That’s an egghead job.”
“Egghead?”
“Yeah, egghead. For super smart ponies. Being a detective sounds boring.”
“I can assure you, it isn’t. It certainly isn’t easy. Why on earth do you think it’s boring?”
“Duh, it means thinking all the time and just looking at crime scenes. You don’t actually catch the bad guy.” Dash’s embarrassment had melted away, and the two ponies had flowed into a natural conversation.
“When you say catch the criminal, if you mean me physically apprehending criminals, then I have done that as well.”
“Really!? That’s kind of cool, I guess. Have you caught any killers?”
“… Yes, but I take little pride in throwing anypony in prison. One in particular was… well…”
“Yeah, go on.” Question now had Rainbow Dash’s full attention, but despite that, he was afraid the subject matter wasn’t exactly romantic. Despite this, he had no reason not to tell her, so he fully turned towards her and told her a story.
“A while back, I was working in Trottingham. The son of this rich bureaucrat was murdered, and his dad wanted to help the police track down the ponies that killed his only son. I accepted of course, and went straight to work. That was the case where I almost let the killers go.”
Rainbow Dash nearly spat out her drink, while Daedalus had to do a double take to see if he had heard correctly. “You never told me that,” the king said aloud, almost expecting a response. Dash looked at Question as if he was insane; looking over him properly, she could tell he was a neat stallion, and looked quite handsome too, especially with his hat. She wasn’t thinking about that though, she was wondering what would make him almost let murderers get away with their crime.
“But you’re a detective. Why would you let them get away with it?”
“I met this blue stallion recently; you might have met him in fact, as he left only the other day, but he told me once that there is no black and white, only many shades of grey. Do you know what I mean?”
“Uh, yeah,” she said, nodding weakly. “Course I do. I mean, who wouldn’t?”
“… You have no idea what that means, do you?”
Rainbow folded her forelegs and pouted. “Alright smartass, what does it mean?”
“Well, basically, it means there really is no basic form of good and evil. That ponies’ motivations are far more complicated than that. Like if somepony gives to charity, are they doing it because they want to help others? Or are they doing it just to feel better about themselves? When somepony mugs another, are they doing it to be malicious and greedy? Or are they so desperate to feed their family that they’ll do anything to make sure they’re well-fed? Honestly, I used to buy into the whole good and evil thing, but this case and my mentor kind of opened my eyes.”
“I guess I kinda get what you’re saying,” Dash said while staring into her mug. “I mean, Nightmare Moon just wanted ponies to appreciate what she did, she wasn’t a bad pony. Heck, the princess is like my friend now. But I gotta know, what happened with your case?” Daedalus chuckled a little when he realised how entranced Dash was with the story. He was curious himself though, so he made a point to stand as close as possible, almost walking through the pair.
“I won’t bore you with the details,” Question said, “but the trail led me to this flower shop. It was run by this mare with her two sons and her daughter. I discovered after some interviews and putting the evidence together, specifically hoof prints on the murder weapons, that the two brothers were the killers. Their motive, though, was the thing that got me.”
“You mean, why they did it?”
“Yes, their sister had an encounter with the murder victim. In short, she was raped by him.”
“Whu—” Dash’s jaw nearly hit the floor when Question spoke his last line. She was thankful she wasn’t drinking her cider at the time. How blunt he had been about this told her he had experienced stuff like that before. It had almost become routine to Question, hearing depressing talks of sons and daughters cruelly taken from their families, innocence stolen away, and the worst of ponykind in general.
“She attempted to press charges, but the case was doomed from the start. The mother had paid off the jury for an easy innocent verdict, despite the compelling evidence. The father seemed to truly believe his son was innocent, despite his son’s less than clean record. In any event, the rapist was found innocent.”
“How do you know all that?” Dash took the words right out of Daedalus’ mouth. The king could only wonder why Question had never told him this before.
“When I came to the conclusion of who murdered him, I wanted to back up the motivation before telling anypony. I looked through his files, and incidentally, a friend gave me something she told me I should see. They were bank transactions from his mother to multiple different ponies days before the trial. All of those ponies were on the jury for the rape case. It pretty much guaranteed that the son did it, giving a definitive motive to the brothers. Then I realised something… all I had to do was contaminate the hoof prints, and the case would have never stood in court. They would have a motive, but no hard evidence.”
“Y-you nearly did that?”
“… I did, didn’t I? Just a heat-of-the-moment thing, I suppose. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, as they say. I thought I had learned that lesson that day, but I guess I still had more growing up to do.” Rainbow cocked an eyebrow, and Question realised he was rambling. “Th-the point is I didn’t do it. Murder is murder, no matter the justification. The family was distraught and the brothers got a long sentence, just narrowly missing life imprisonment. It wasn’t easy looking at the mother after that.”
Rainbow let out a large sigh. “I thought I had problems. Mine don’t seem as big of a deal now. I guess being a detective isn’t as boring as I thought.”
“Well, I imagine being a detective pales in comparison to being the Element of Loyalty.”
Dash puffed out her chest slightly and made an exaggerated pose. “Yeah, ya got that right. Discord, Nightmare Moon, Queen Chrysalis, they ain't got nothing on me. But my problems don’t have anything to do with that. It’s ’cause… wait, why the heck am I telling you all this?”
Question paused for a moment, before flashing her a smile. “Maybe it feels good to get it off your chest. Is it something you’ve dealt with for a long time?”
“Yeah, I have actually. It’s just… it’s… everypony thinks I’m gay.”
“I think I heard a song about that.”
“That’s it? You’re not going to ask if it’s true?”
“I’m guessing that isn’t the case, considering how upset you seem to be about these rumors.” Rainbow nodded. “Well, since I told you a story, you might as well tell me one.” Dash shrugged and began.
“It started after I did the sonic rainboom for the first time. You hear about that?”
“Who hasn’t? When you did it in front of all the press the second time, all of Equestria and beyond were talking about it. I would have made you a Wonderbolt on the spot.” Dash blushed again and instinctively turned away. She was confused as to why praise from this stallion was making her blush so much. Normally it just fed her ego, but here, she felt funny inside. Daedalus noticed the red cheeks and cracked a knowing smile.
“Uh, anyway, these jerks at the school got really jealous and started making up crap about me. The rumor that got around was that I was into mares and well… it just never really went away. I still get ponies saying stuff like that about me. Not mean stuff, they just assume I am.”
“I guess that would be rather frustrating,” cut in Question. “But was it all out of jealousy?”
“They always see the rainbow mane, and when they find out I’m athletic, they immediately guess that I like mares.”
Question sat there for a moment, gazing into his whisky before gulping it down. This action was so sudden that Rainbow was caught off guard when he slammed it back down. “Typical, really. The whole stereotype of athletic mares being gay was started because males feel their masculinity is threatened by somepony who can fight back. They can’t handle somepony as tough as them, and would rather have a lover with a softer touch. It’s subconscious really, but it’s there. They call strong mares gay as a way of satisfying themselves and knocking down the mares that threaten them. It’s commonly how most stereotypes are started. It’s not your fault of course, but I chalk it up to being beaten by a mare. They were scared of you, Rainbow. They felt inferior, they felt like crap, so like most bullies, they try to put down others to make themselves feel better.”
Rainbow just stared at him wide-eyed. She took another swig of her drink while thinking of what to say. “… Did you get all that just from my story?”
“If what you told me is true, then yes. It’s the most logical theory anyway. I mean… you’re very beautiful, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before a stallion asks you out.”
Again, Rainbow blushed. “Well, uh, that’s not likely since I’ve lived here a while now, and still no date. I don’t think anypony will.”
“… I will.”
“What?” Dash’s neck snapped towards Question, as he looked as serious as possible.
“Um, sorry, I’m not very good at this. Will you go on a date with me?”
“YES!” Daedalus screamed in victory. “Get in there, Question. You, my friend, are about to get yourself some pu—”
“Are you bucking with me?”
“… Or maybe you’re not. That was a bit of a misfire apparently.”
Rainbow was eyeing Question over again, but this time with added ferocity and suspicion. Question could feel beads of sweat start to leak from his forehead, confused as to what he had done wrong. Everypony else in the bar was too hammered to notice, but this didn’t make the detective feel any better. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Is it pity you’re giving me?” she pressed. “Or did you just think it would be funny to mess with me a little?”
“What? No! I’m being serious. Look, I’ll be blunt. I like you. I think you’re beautiful and I’ve wanted to talk to you for the longest time, but I haven’t had the courage until tonight. I just spent ten minutes in the bathroom trying to work up the nerve to even speak to you. So, will you go out with me?”
“…”
“…”
“… Okay.” Both Daedalus and Question let out a sigh of relief when that word left Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow’s face was still stern though, and she kept her eyes locked on Question. “There’s this place a friend of mine likes. This is the deal. If you’re serious, then meet me there at seven exactly. If you’re even a second late, I’m taking off, got that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Question said, giving her a salute that he quickly put down. His cheeks went slightly red.
“Good, it’s called the Grassy Knoll. Y’know it?”
“Yes, I’ve passed it a few times.”
“Good, see ya tomorrow then.” Dash didn’t wait for a response as she took off and zoomed out of the bar, waking up a sleeping patron in the process. Question was left sitting there, but slowly, a relieved smile crossed his face as he ordered a celebratory drink. Daedalus then heard a small sound from outside. Curious, he stepped through the wall to find Rainbow Dash on the other side, hopping about like a madmare. All the while, she kept chanting the same words.
“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!”
She then took off upwards as Daedalus broke out into joyous laughter. His deep chuckle would have been heard by all, if it were not a memory gone by. Then, without warning, Daedalus was surrounded by a bright light and everything before him disappeared.
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I've used that song before once for a fanfiction as well. It's one of my favorite billy joel songs.
Oh yeah... I can see where this is going. Dash will put out on the first date just to prove she isn't a fillyfooler.
I hope Daedalus gives them privacy when that happens.
"Shoot to Thrill".
I grew up off this band.
Sweet. Also on a personal note I would loss the evidence, as a big brother to two little girls, rape makes me want to kill.
Daedalus is best changeling.
Grassy Knoll? A nod to Good life or just a coincidence?
3665796 A Good Life. Lovely story
Someone post a clapping gif, cause this chapter is golden!
I like it, BRING ME MORE!
Hmm...eventually stories like this get to the plot.
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You're not the only one mate.
Possibly the only thing that could justify it.
3665784 When it dont, you were a bad big brother.
Fallout
So many references!
When did ponies get phones? Or murder on a regular basis?
3665872 Rainbow Dash's specifically.
I laughed so hard at this my roommate asked if I was okay.
Another fine chapter. The king sure is quirky, eh?
I had a little trouble writing their first encounter, and I tried to keep Rainbow in character
I dont think she really needed to be too much in character she was drunk
well this reminds me of good times
How nostalgic. The first time I've heard this song was when I was reading chapter 9 of A Novice Swordsman in the Canterlot Court by DungeonMiner. Really good piece of work.
Anyway, great chapter. Can't wait to see Mane 6's part in this.
Looks like Daedalus is happy now that Toxotis/Question Mark is dating Rainbow Dash.
But what about when Question shows Dash that he is a changeling?
Will he allow Daedalus to see that?
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3665784 3665958 3665937 Question Mark has principles unfortunately. In his eyes, murder is murder, no matter the reason.
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3665912 Excellent choice sir
3666103 A far point.
Writing OOC was one of my problems back in the day.
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Evidence of the jury being bribed would land the mother in jail for a very, very long time. It would also serve as mitigating circumstances which would could reduce the brothers sentences.
Also: lol, fedoras.
3666193 I dont think that is really a bad thing. As he say: "A eye for a eye" When everyone could take revenge then it would NEVER end. When this rich guy find out it were this brothers how killed his son then he would maybe kill them and then their family want revenge and so on.
When I ever take revenge, I willtake myself in police custody because it's not more right to take revenge then to make a crime.
I hope it could be understand. My english is still VERY bad.
Good chapter.
Wait, ponies have phones?
Well, lovely chapter, very Noir
Can't wait for the next part. Lemme guess, it's told from RD's perspective, as she tells her friends about it?
Small correction:
> of those long passed,I would just need a descendant.
You forgot a space behind that comma ;)
Interesting as always. Still, I feel the need to nit pick here, bribing a jury is an awfully risky thing to do. All it takes is one righteous man or woman (or even just one that doesn't like you very much) and you'll fined yourself in hot water quickly.
Still, defiantly looking forward to more.
Twenty-one would be the ranger with a big iron on his hip! Big iron on his hip!
Am I correct in assuming that you play Fallout: New Vegas?
Never played Assassin's Creed but it makes me think of Carl Jung's Collective Unconscious or the Akashic Records.
Good chapter again!
If this chapter was a memory, shouldn't it be in first person from the view of Question Mark? It seems kinda funny to me that Daedalus would be able to experience things that Question Mark doesn't remember experiencing, like seeing Rainbow Dash hopping about all excited.
Nevertheless, I'm still enjoying the story, I hope we get back to real time soon, and further advance the plot.
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The beginning was... unnecessarily long. Fluffy, if you will. But The rest was great!
Also, Grassy Knoll??? Isn't that from what's-his-name's story? Or is that some greater joke that I'm not aware of?
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It's pointed out early on in the seqence that the recording, for lack of a better word at the moment, isn't a memory of Toxitis'. It's a projection formed by the collective subconscious memories of everyone who was in the bar that night. Even if those individuals don't consciously recall every detail of what transpired around them, there would be enough overlap between them to form a decent facsimilie of events.
In essence, he isn't wandering Toxitus' mind. Daedalus is wandering the Hive Mind, which forms places and plays back events that the wanderer calls on.
Jolly good chapter.
Update faster Please!!
Good chapter Carnage. Yours stories are really good and I can't wait for you to release the Dr Who: Of Spaceman and Ponies. And please put more Fallout musics. I Just love Big Iron
Good chapter. That is all I can say. Well done.
I'll be honest, I was only only gonna read about one chapter, but it was good, damn good and long story short I ended up reading all 5 or so chapters in one sitting and favoriting it. I wanna assume that because Dash's and Question's stories parallel each other that she'll explain the concept of grey morally (the moment I knew I was gonna favorite this story) to Twilight who only views things as only black and white. Then again this whole conflict could have been avoided if Daedalus got off his ass, stopped singing pop music and talked to Celestia, say that when caught Chrysalis would be handed over to Equestrian Law for Execution as a sign of good will, maybe to sweeten the pot buy Candance some chocolates for being kidnapped by a crazy person. Chrysalis gets turned into a lawn ornament or beheaded and the changelings go eat love or pie or whatever changelings do in this universe. I would say that wars never start like in this fic because of a few extremists, but look at WW1.
Also for some reason I could help read Toxotis/Question Mark's voice as this:
Peace Out.
3667011 I see, that's very interesting. Thank you for the clarification, I must have missed that small part.
Excellent chapter. I especially liked how Daedalus reacted to Question asking her out initially. "yes! My friend, you are about to... or not" sort of thing.
This chapter left nothing to be desired that I noticed.
And then she's happy.
In which her friends aint.
But I'm sure they'll turn around.
update...
FUCKYEAH!
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It's either from Eakin's A Taste of the Good Life
or a shout out to JFK's assassination.
I'd bet on the former.
3669165 I was thinking either of those as well. I just can't shake the feeling that I've read another story with a place named the Grassy Knoll.
For some reason I really dislike Daedalus. Is personality,but even the concept of him. It's like he takes all the seriousness out of the story. And there is a difference between comedy that what is Daedalus. He is like forced comedy. The guy who tells jokes who aren't funny at all and he is the only one laughing.
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Gotta love Marty Robins, Frank Sinatra, and all the other wonderful musicians the creators of fallout choose.
I have the fallout new vegas radio app on my phone.
Oh, you.