Chapter 9
Spike was waiting outside the main doors when Twilight returned to the palace. His arms were crossed and an unhappy frown was plastered on his face. She knew exactly what his problem would be. “You went off to visit your parents without me, didn’t you?”
“I was letting you sleep in,” she replied, wincing slightly at his angry tone. His squinting, draconian eyes bored holes into her soul. “Besides, telling them about my dream was something I needed to do alone.”
Several seconds passed in silence as Spike stood there, staring in contemplation. Eventually, he huffed and all his anger melted away. There was still a bit of gruffness remaining in his voice. “Well, next time you can do it alone with me. Got it?”
Twilight couldn’t help but giggle as she leaned down to give him a loving nuzzle. “Of course, Spike.” She let him climb onto her back before quickly trotting into the palace proper. “Is Celestia waiting for me?”
“Actually, she wanted me to show you some of the paperwork. I’m not going to do it all for you in the future, you know.” Twilight rolled her eyes good-naturedly at his snark. “Let’s head to your office real quick,” he replied. Twilight complied, turning down a hallway and making her way back. Spike only pointed her in the right direction when she got lost once. Spike jumped onto her desk and waited for her to seat herself behind it. “Okay, open that drawer there and take out a form.”
The drawer opened with a tinge of magenta magic, the piece of paper slowly sliding out and being set on the desk in front of her. “A form? You mean a…” Her jaw dropped as she gazed at the paper in front of her. “Oh, Celestia! This is beautiful!”
The sheet in question had been printed in a press, much like a newspaper. It was completely filled with text and various sized boxes meant to be filled out with one or two words. One section near the top had various checkboxes for different conditions. Twilight couldn’t help but be impressed with all the clean lines, margin spacing, and overall layout of the form. It was the pinnacle of organization!
Spike chuckled at her reaction, a knowing smile on his face. “Well, you should like it; you’re the one who most recently updated all the forms, after all.” Twilight didn’t reply, her gaze still locked on the paper. “Uh, Twilight?”
She snapped out of it, shaking her head slightly. In a slightly panicked tone, she attempted to play it off. “What? Yeah, no I’m good. Totally focused.” She glanced back down at the form, and quickly wiped away the miniscule drop of drool. “So what exactly is... Royal Court Form 31-1A?”
“Right,” he replied with a smug grin. “31-1A is the general multipurpose form for holding a session of court. You need to fill one out for every topic, petition, or task the royal court covers. Typically, that’ll be between ten and thirty forms a day. I usually keep notes of what goes on in court, but if for some reason I’m not there you’ll have to do it. It would probably be best if you got in the habit of taking notes all the time.”
Twilight nodded once, filling away the information. “Got it. One form per topic.”
Spike opened a different drawer and pulled out a few different pieces of paper. “Now this here is 31-1B,” he said, offering the parchment in question to her. It looked similar yet distinctly different than the A form. “The B form is used for emergency meetings of the court outside of the usual times. If an emergency were to come up, for example, you’d need to file the B form instead of the A form.” A spare piece of parchment and a quill floated past Spike as Twilight began to quickly scribble out some notes in shorthand.
Yet another form was laid on the desk. “This is an important form. 10-3C: Removal of Existing Law. If, during court, you decree that a law is now invalid, this is the form to use. 10-3A is used to add a new law, and 10-3B is used to amend or alter a law. They aren’t used commonly, as our laws are pretty stable, but you need to know about them.”
Twilight inspected the 10-3C form in front of her, spotting something that she had a question about. “Spike. Right here, under reason for removal. Why is one of the reasons Impending Personal Disaster?”
“Oh! That’s a funny story, actually. A few hundred years ago, Celestia got totally addicted to sugary treats. So, she might of enacted a law that may or may not had forced businesses to include sweets to their income tax. Turns out that even alicorns gain weight if they don’t keep a healthy diet.” He broke out into a fit of giggles, unable to finish his thought. Twilight’s mind tried to imagine an overweight Celestia, but was unable to fathom what she would look like. In between giggles, Spike managed a few more words. “So round! She rolled!”
“Alright, I get it,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes. Spike still had a childish streak about him still. It was relieving, in a sense; he seemed so similar yet so different than the Spike from her dream-world. “What other forms do I need to know about?”
It took a minute for Spike to calm down enough to continue his mini-lecture. There were two more forms laid out for her to examine. “This is 20-20E. Royal Request to National Service Provider. If you wanted to change anything, like how something at the weather factory was run, you would need to send this form along with a detailed letter explaining your changes and why you are requesting them.”
Twilight made sure to note that down, with a reminder to ask about formatting and specifications of the letter. When she needed to use that form, she’d check her notes and ask Spike later. They were starting to run short on time, and she wanted to get as much information that he deemed important down. “I think this is the last one you might use. 13-1A.”
“Acquisition of Goods or Services,” she read from the top of the form. “I’m going to guess if I need something purchased with money from the treasury I use this?”
Spike gave her a thumbs up. “You got it. It’s pretty important.”
Twilight scanned it, something catching her eye. “Subclause 2: form 13-1A may not be used by dragons to acquire gems.”
“Oh… You saw that part,” Spike suddenly found the floor extremely interesting. A bright red hue tinged his face. When he looked up, he saw Twilight giving him a smirk. “What? It was worth a shot!”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, Spike. Is there anything else before court?”
“Nah, that should be good for now. I can help you out; I usually do during these sessions. We should get going though, so we aren’t late.” He jumped onto her back and sat down in his usual spot. “Celestia said she’d meet us there.”
If there was one skill Twilight was thankful she acquired in her dream, it would have to be her ability to use simple magic without focusing on it. As she sat listening to two groups argue their sides of the story, her magic held a quill that scribbled out whatever notes she felt would be helpful. She didn’t even need to glance down at it to know when the quill needed to be dipped back into ink, or when she reached the edge of the page.
A dark blue pegasus stallion finished his speech and stepped back. “Very well, thank you both,” Celestia said. The Princess turned to Twilight and spoke in a much more hushed tone. “What do you think, Twilight?”
“When you boil it all down, it’s a matter of compensation for property. I think that the Wind family has the right to make their request,” she replied in an equally hushed tone.
“Though the circumstances are a bit unusual,” Celestia commented idly. There was a moment of silence as Celestia considered the other options. “Very well. I have to agree with you. Would you like to make the verdict?”
Twilight nodded and turned her attention back to the groups of ponies. “This is a most unusual case, which is why it was brought to us instead of the courts. While the law does not count clouds outside those used in cloud construction as legal property, we feel that the Wind family is entitled to compensation for the destruction of their clouds.” The mood of one group suddenly exploded with smiles and hugs, while the other group looked rather annoyed. “The land, and thus the airspace above it, is legally owned by the Wind family. The value of the clouds will be evaluated by a neutral party with knowledge of cloud formation. Thank you all for your time.”
Celestia relaxed as the two groups of ponies slowly left the room. “We should come up with a method for the courts to handle unusual cases like that.”
“I thought you liked helping ponies,” Twilight commented as she glanced down at her notes, making sure she had everything she wanted.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” the Princess said, giving Twilight a playful grin. Before she could ask about the next item of the day, a single guard walked over and handed her an official report. Celestia scanned it quickly. “Well now, that’s strange timing.”
Twilight leaned over, trying to read the paper. “What is?”
Celestia passed it over for her to read. Twilight read the message aloud for Spike’s sake. “Griffon Prime Minister spotted in border town of Gull Wing with loaded chariot. Departure for Equestrian air space. Estimated arrival time 1700 hours.”
Spike perked up. “The Prime Minister is coming to visit? That’s… Not good. Twilight doesn’t remember him!”
“Then why don’t you go teach her as much as you can as quickly as you can. You have little over an hour before he’ll be here.” A playful smile appeared on Celestia’s face. “I think it’ll be fun to play a little prank on the good Prime Minister. We don’t have to tell him that Twilight is awake right away.”
Spike laughed. “Oh, he’ll be so mad you didn’t tell him right away, but at the same time seeing Twilight will probably make him flip.”
Prime Minister Gerald Windswept was a very grumpy looking griffon most of the time. Due to the way his face sat upon his skull he always appeared to be in a bad mood, even if he was in a good mood. This would be his third trip to Equestria since he had received the news that Countess Twilight Sparkle had been attacked, and this time he was determined to at least spend five minutes with the sleeping mare.
A team of pegasi, wearing the armor of the Equestrian Royal Guard, formed around his chariot. “Prime Minister!” One of the pegasi drifted a bit closer to the chariot to speak with him. “We shall guide you to the landing pad. Princess Celestia is waiting.”
“Thank you!” He replied, giving a courteous nod of his head to the pony. He turned his attention to the four griffons pulling his chariot. “Follow them in. Smooth landing.” Four grunts were the only replies he got. Gerald leaned over the side and glanced down. The mountain gave way to the city as they swung about to approach the palace from the right angle to land. His chariot, while fully loaded with supplies, needed a bit of space to come down for a rolling landing. The smaller chariots the ponies prefered could take off and land much more vertically, so it was very rare that the palace’s landing pad was used.
Gerald spotted Celestia waiting for him down on the ground as his escorts brought the chariot around to land. She was hard to miss, after all. Even compared to a griffon she was tall and somewhat imposing. After only a moment the chariot made contact with the ground, without so much as a bump, and slowly came to a stop as the griffon team pulling it slowed it down.
Celestia had a small but friendly smile on her face as she walked over. “Prime Minister! What a surprise.” Political speak for asking what he was doing arriving in her country unannounced.
“Princess Celestia, it is good to see you. I caught word that you finally put an end to that charade of a trial for that Dream Wish pony. I simply thought I might come to… celebrate… with the Countess and her family.” Gerald gave her as honest of a grin as he could manage.
The Princess simply stared at him for a moment, as if searching for any dishonesty in him. While they were allies, Gerald would be hard pressed to say he actually trusted the immortal alicorn before him. He did trust Twilight, however, and she had convinced him to at least be friendly with the Princess. He could be friendly, even if he wanted to cower slightly whenever the magical goddess frowned.
Celestia didn’t frown, instead only giving a soft sigh and a shake of her head. “Very well, Prime Minister. I suppose we can entertain you for a few days. I’m sure it would do her some good to have a friend in her condition.”
“Yes, I’m sure it would. I’m glad that you’ve finally come around about that. Twilight is very dear to me as well,” He said with a bit of a somber tone. It only took a moment for him to perk back up and gesture back at the chariot. “I remembered to bring my own meals this time. One of my escorts can cook, so there will be no worry about that this time.” That had been a disastrous visit. He had rushed over after hearing the news about the Countess and hadn’t made any plans. Thankfully, Spike managed to sort everything out without any political fallout between the two rulers.
The Princess glanced behind him at the four griffons who had started to unload the large chariot. “Very good. Well, I suppose I can show you to the guest suite. You can get settled in before some dinner, and perhaps visit with Twilight afterwards.” She took off at a somewhat quick pace back towards the palace. “How was your flight?”
The Prime Minister was used to this treatment from Celestia. Short, brisk, and professional; this personality had only been amplified after the incident that afflicted the Countess. He walked along next to her without any issue. “Just fine. Equestria is looking better than ever, if I may say. Beautiful scenery and perfect weather.”
“We do our best,” Celestia replied.
Gerald figured he might as well inquire about the reason that triggered his visit. “I understand that Dream Wish was sentenced to death?”
Celestia nodded once as she grabbed the doors with her magic, letting them both into the palace. “Yes, he was. I took care of that personally.”
“I imagine so. Honestly, I’d be offended if you hadn’t!” His tone made it clear that while he was attempting to be friendly and lighthearted about it, he was being truthful.
Twilight, with Spike on her back, rounded the corner. Twilight had a large scroll floating in front of her face while Spike scribbled notes. “Yes, that should work. If we increase the capacity of the rune form of the ritual with quartz instead of sapphire, we should keep stability.” She gave only a minute glance at the two rulers. “Hello Celestia, Hello Gerald. Spike, what are the heat regulation calculations at now?” She continued to walk past them as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Gerald’s jaw impacted the floor, literally, as he tripped over himself. Celestia raised a hoof to her face, holding back a fit of laughter. The Prime Minister jumped back to his claws and spun around. “Twilight!?!”
The Countess stopped, lowering the scroll as she turned back to face the Griffon. “Yes? Oh! Prime Minister! I was so caught up in my research that I didn’t see you.” The scroll rolled itself up and was quickly passed back to Spike as she walked over and gave the stunned griffon a friendly hug.
The Prime Minister hugged her back on reflex, his mouth moving without any sound being made. Eventually he jumped back, pointing a claw at her. “How are you awake? The Princess said you were in a deep coma!”
Twilight shrugged. “I woke up a few days ago.”
“Indeed. You probably just missed the news arriving in your country,” Celestia said, still holding back her giggles. “I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do. Spike, why don’t we go finish some paperwork.”
Spike climbed down from Twilight’s back and walked over to Celestia. He gave a polite greeting to the Prime Minister as he walked by. After just a moment, Gerald and Twilight were alone in the hallway. Without the others around, Gerald was now free to be a little more emotional and personal with his friend. He grabbed her in a hug once more. “I’m glad you’re better, Twilight.”
“I’m sorry about that little prank. It was Celestia’s idea,” Twilight admitted, returning the embrace.
Gerald laughed as he released her. “No, no. It was just what I needed. Why don’t you show me to my room and we can have a nice sit down.” Twilight nodded and waved her hoof down the hall in an ‘after you’ manner. Together they slowly headed deeper into the palace, heading for the guest rooms. The Prime Minister was not one for silent walks. “If I might ask, how long have you been awake?”
“Only a few days. It seems that I awoke the evening after the execution,” she explained, doing her best not to sound unnerved. The thought of killing a criminal was still gruesome to her, but she did her best not to dwell on it. “The messenger with the news of my return to health headed out of Equestria seems to be running a bit slow.”
“Few ponies feel safe traveling outside of your borders. Not all of them are as strong as you are dear,” he pointed out. While Gerald was a good fifteen years older than her, and a different species, Twilight felt at ease around him. He projected a very relaxed and friendly air.
Twilight flashed him a playful grin. “Their loss.” Gerald gave a hearty laugh, grabbing her with one of his large wings and pulling her in for yet another hug. She was expecting him to be physical with her based on what Spike told her about the griffon culture.
He released her after only a brief moment, well before his embrace would move from friendly to awkward. In fact, none of the times he had grabbed her seemed awkward. “I’ve missed that sharp tongue and cheeky smile of yours. Oh, and I do believe this is my room.”
“Yup,” Twilight replied as she pushed the door open with a gentle touch of magic. The Prime Minister’s supplies had already been moved in and were stacked neatly on his bed. Across the room was a large fireplace, currently unlit yet stocked with wood, with a truly hideous painting hanging over it. A small sofa and an armchair were positioned nearby so that those seated would enjoy the warmth of the fire yet still be able to hold a conversation. Twilight jumped up into the armchair and plopped herself down, relaxing into its comfortable pillows. “The others of your group are next door, like always.”
The couch groaned as Gerald jumped onto it as if it were his own. A large smile plastered on his beak. “If I know you like I think I know you, there’s something on your mind that you would really like to ask me.”
Her playful grin reappeared as she looked away, letting her gaze wander over the painting above the fireplace. “And what would that be?”
“The election,” he said simply.
“I will admit that I am a tiny bit upset that I missed it. The fact that you’re still the Prime Minister is a good sign though. How did it go?”
Gerald’s happiness dimmed significantly. “I won, yes. But not by much. Only ten percent, a good fifteen percent under my estimates. I think that perhaps it was my last victory.”
“No matter what, Gerald, you’ll always be welcome as my friend here,” Twilight said, her own playfulness gone as well with the somber news.
He gave her a half-hearted chuckle. “I wasn’t worried about that, you’d have to take up a sword to get rid of old me. I’m more worried that whoever replaces me in five years will be less than willing to continue working with Equestria. We have our differences in values, but the agreements you made with us have really benefited us. I can tell my citizens that all day, but it won’t make them believe it.”
Twilight replied in a semi-serious but mostly joking tone, her grin coming back. “If they don’t agree with you, I’ll just have to show them the error of their ways. I like to think that I am a good teacher. If they don’t learn by my words, they can learn by my blade.”
That perked the Prime Minister back up. He gave a full belly laugh. “Oh my! That was so perfect. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have felt you were going to kill them.” Once his laughter was controllable, he smiled at her. “You are a one-of-a-kind mare, Twilight.”
They talked until dinner was served half an hour later. The conversation at the table was a bit more reserved as the other griffons and Celestia were present. The four griffons that Gerald brought with him all greeted Twilight with an enthusiasm similar to the palace staff. Spike, luckily, had shown her enough pictures and given her names so that she was able to greet them all by name.
After everyone present had finished their desserts, the griffon party retired for the night. Twilight promised to spend the next day catching up on both political and personal matters with Gerald. Celestia led her back to their bedroom once everything was settled.
“I really enjoyed my time with the Prime Minister,” Twilight commented once they were alone in the bedroom. “He reminds me of my friends from my dream.”
Spike yawned as he headed for his basket. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for your friends to be based off him?” Twilight and Celestia both blinked at the sudden obviousness of what Spike had just stated. “I’m just sayin’,” Spike commented when he saw their expressions.
“Yeah, that does make sense, Spike,” Twilight replied. “Anyway, I was surprised just how easy it was to act natural around him. I was so worried I was going to screw up but once we started talking it was just like we were old friends.”
Celestia nuzzled the Countess, hugging her tightly. “A good sign that, perhaps, your old memories still exist.”
Twilight nodded, returning the Princess’s embrace. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but that’s exactly what I was thinking. Once the Prime Minister leaves I can start teaching you that memory spell and we can see what happens.”
Celestia smiled warmly. “It has been far too long since you’ve taught me a new spell. I’m looking forward to it already.”
“Also, Celestia. There is one other thing I was thinking of. It might be a silly idea, but I want to go see Ponyville.” Twilight climbed into her bed. When Celestia didn’t reply, she explained herself. “I know it’ll be different. But I feel like it might be good for me to see it.”
The Princess climbed into her own bed, a neutral expression on her face. Once she was settled in she gave her reply. “Of course we can go. I just don’t want you to be too upset at what you find.”
Twilight pulled the sheets over herself. “Thank you.” Celestia’s magic turned all the lights off plunging the room into darkness instantly. Soon enough Spike’s snoring filled the room. Twilight sighed. Counting the short time she was awake the night after Dream Wish’s execution, this was her fifth day here. Her fifth time falling asleep as the Countess of Canterlot, and not as Celestia’s most faithful student. A smile pulled at her cheeks as she relaxed. She was starting to enjoy this life.
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You know what that means? Winston Churchill is best Griffon Prime Minister. That is all.
Loving the story so far, Soft, keep up the good work!
Gotta agree with you on the whole 'Doctor's Churchill' thing, Soft. It was great to see that classic prank, and I eagerly look forward to Ponyville's grand debut in this world.
4436242 The 2019 Griffon Election: Churchill for Prime Minister
Glad you're enjoying it!
4436290 Thanks!
I just realized, She can't remember anything from before waking up.
A big indicator of a dream is, you never know anything from before it started.
I hope to see him again. And why do I feel like ponyville is going to look like later Gallifrey
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How far back can you remember? Do you remember the beginning, or is this just a dream that started what seems to be a long time ago?
Go back far enough and you won't remember the beginning. Could this existence simply be not but a dream?
Kind of gong on too long to be a dream.
Mhhh, once more a stutter-step. How strange to me to see it like I do, but I can't help but shake the feeling--- the first section of the chapter is almost entirely pointless. I feel as though it could be reduced to a single paragraph where Spike teaches Twilight all about the different paperwork forms, heck even to keep the jab at the spending bits to get gems part-- but I was skimming before long. All the form numbers and lucid explanations really made me sort of glaze over. Which is the point of government paperwork, I know, I get what you're trying to get across. I just think you used too many words to get it across. Deadwood inflates a story beyond it's normal brilliant shine.
That aside, I'm very much in love with this story. This and "Take Two" (BronyLord) are at the top of my reading list right now, and I am thoroughly excited each time a new part comes out. Each chapter shows marked improvement, moves the story along nicely without dragging it's hooves, and I feel like progress and events are moving at an even keel. Progress is being made without rushing it too much-- your pacing and tone is simply wonderful.
I would like to see a bit more of Celestia's romantic thoughts, they seem to have taken a sudden backburner. Remember your consistancy if you're running multiple storylines or having multiple main characters running about all at once!
Eagerly awaiting the next chapter,
~Aegis
Oh no, we wouldn't want Twilight going to Ponyville. She might wake up. And I am not moving from the position of this is clearly a dream, so in that context why is the Prime Minister so amiable. What purpose does he serve in this altered reality?
4456325 Do you? Really?
Nice chapter update. I cannot wait to find out about Ponyville. Will it be somewhat similar to what she had dreamed of during her coma or will there be major differences? I cannot wait to find out. It is just too bad that Twilight will not become a alicorn since I would have really like it if Twilight could be with Celestia for a long time without dying and aging as well. Being alive for a long time while others and love ones pass away would make anyone very lonely and cause pain as well. I just hope that Celestia has found a way to make Twilight an alicorn with long life just like herself. Please update soon.
4461514 I post once a week!
Glad you're enjoying my little story.
If even ONE member of the mane 6 is actually real and in Ponyville... I will laugh so freaking hard. It will be Season 1 Episode 1 all over again, except they will all know she is a pony of importance.
:ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! The Countess is here!! *clears all clouds in 0.5 seconds flat and does a Sonic Rainboom*
:*GAAAAAAASP* COUNTESS PARTY!!!!!
:CANTERLAAAAWWWWWT?!?!?!
:Ooh a baby dragon!
: Here, have a bit of everything with apples.
: Aww, won't you stay? *Cuteness attack*
: I'm back here!
: I'm... so... confused!
Speaking of alternate reality mind-buck, what if the librarian was Sunset Shimmer?!
4467143 And don't forget about Ponyville's new mayor.
Haha, in all seriousness, it would really mess Twilight up to run into one of her friends, only to have them think of her as the Countess. That's a pretty nasty idea.... "Here's one of your best friends who you thought no longer existed back. Oh wait, they don't know you, they know Countess you. Too bad." If I didn't have things planned out already, I probably would have
stolenborrowedtaken inspiration this idea in some form or another.4467382 Trixie for mayor. Genius.
I've been hoping from the start that they still existed but didn't know her as a friend. Oh well, it doesn't detract from the story at all.
4467395 Darn it, I gave something away.
I'm trying not to do that. It really doesn't help that I'm thinking about plot events several chapters in advance.
4467402 Hah, it's okay. It's fun when an author gives away things, as long as it doesn't go into detail and leaves us with even more questions.
4467411 But if I get into the habit of letting small things slip, then something big might slip on accident, and then the story might be ruined, and people might hate that I let it slip and ruined the story for them, and I'll get chased out of town with pitchforks just like what happened that one time I tried to go on vacation, and just like last time I'll end up trapped in an abandoned house surrounded by ghosts and demons and all manner of unspeakable horrors with a pitchfork stuck in my back, and then I'll be forced into a wedding with the spawn of the dark ones in exchange for healing my pitchfork wounds, and that means my soul will forever be trapped in the world between worlds and I'll be a slave for all eternity.
... And if that happens I'll never be a successful fanfic author!
4467438 ...I... uh... there are no words.
4467456 Yeah, I probably shouldn't be on here leaving comments when I'm this bored.
Though I might write a story based on that last comment I wrote.... It could work...
4467468 If anypony could pull off that, it would be you.
4467483 My mind works in mysterious ways. I can already see it now. A hapless stallion is constantly thrust into increasing supernatural and disturbing events, frequently resulting in him being injured, captured, imprisoned, banished to the underworld, etc. Yet somehow everything always turns out alright in the end and he continues on trying to live his normal life.
of course if Twilight actually meets one of her friends from the show then she's going to go borderline Lesson Zero. "I have no reason to know this pony, so how did my dream create them so accurately!?"
Whatever made up this reality for Twilight has introduced the preprinted form to Equestria. This should remove any doubt about it being a force of pure evil.
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I'm inclined to agree and disagree at the same time. While forms and pretty much every other form of paperwork are pure evil, trying to do paperwork without those neat and orderly forms is a nightmare.
*might have
I'm hoping that Gerald and zcelestia admit their feelings near the same time, lol. (Unless I've misunderstood Gerald from the very first mention of him...)
Channeling Wolverine, eh Spike?
Who, by the way, is AMAZING!