Chapter 9: Almost Alive
After that night, when Trixie finally realized she was not going to be left alone in the dark, things changed.
Celestia had no breakthroughs on her end of research we’d learned. Almost a solid week of work on all our parts, and we were no closer to a solution or even knowing the slightest bit more about the Alicorn Amulet itself.
At least the latest incident motivated Celestia to allow Luna to help more directly with the investigation. Although the Princess of the Night wasn’t as versed in the dark arts as Trixie would expect, she has helped in other areas. What Trixie thought had been a dream Luna declared a hallucination. She said she would have been able to feel Trixie in the realm of dreams, that her imprint would have been left there even after she had awoken, all the more so after such a frightful awakening as my report to her described. Since there was no imprint, there was no dream.
Luna explained that a pony mind requires sleep to maintain itself and since Trixie has been incapable of sleep for over a week now… what she saw was her mind’s way of trying to rebalance itself. It was suggested that Trixie try meditation, that such activity could rest the mind and put it in a state close enough to true sleep so as to mitigate future hallucinations or at least minimize them. Either way, this is one more thing Trixie has to contend with regarding her failing body.
Fluttershy has been a true friend to in this regards, educating Trixie in proper technique, though the breathing exercises are rather lost on her. She’s come to the library every late afternoon to assist as she knows Trixie won’t go near her cottage again.
One other boon that Princess Luna’s involvement has provided is to reduce the time of the investigation. After four days of two alicorns magically scanning various books per minute, they finally came to the conclusion the Alicorn Amulet is not an artifact listed in the archive. Even the author of the book on it that Twilight’s friends had found doesn't appear to have written anything else. Where the Amulet came from continues to be a mystery.
However, Princess Luna did come up with a solution for Trixie’s blindness. Although Twilight’s idea of goggles enchanted with a dilation spell did work to a degree, it was found that any intense light hurt Trixie, most notably during the day. At night and under limited lighting conditions she was better. After hearing about it, Luna sent to Ponyville another set of goggles. The Princess correctly guessed that limiting the spectrum of incoming light in addition to its intensity would help. While the goggles did rob Trixie of most of her ability to see colours and still had to be worn at virtually all times, they did allow her to function as a normal pony again. Trixie was quite grateful for that.
But sight wasn’t the only thing Trixie got back.
Having confronted her worst fear of being forgotten by others, and having listened to the Princesses’ words, gave her a new perspective of things. She still felt that hers was a lost cause, especially after the news of the Amulet’s origins being too obscure to find any information on. On the other hoof, it is because of this that Trixie decided to stop trying to undo her condition and started working with it. Twilight, her friends, and the friends Trixie made at Pinkie’s party all helped along the way.
The first step was to get outside of Twilight’s library. It took a lot of Twilight’s convincing, her face being covered by her veil, and Rainbow Dash offering her personal brand of assistance by tackling her outside -which failed the first attempt as Trixie dodged and slammed Rainbow against the floor out of instinct-, but she eventually made it. After that, it was time to start socializing with the town’s ponies. Cheerilee and Pinkie gave her a proper tour around the town, Pinkie helping with the talking and Cheerilee helping with Pinkie.
The next day involved something Trixie actually dreaded the most; getting a job. This time, Rarity and Carrot Top assisted as they both were at speaking terms with Mayor Mare, or Ivory as Carrot called her. Again, it wasn’t an easy task, and even if the Mayor assured Trixie her legal background was not a problem, employment in Ponyville was limited this season. Just when Trixie was about to get out of there, Applejack trotted inside, conveniently asking for an assistant at the Apple Stand.
Trixie, being a trained showpony and having met at least two of Equestria’s most shameless con-stallions, recognized the masquerade on the spot. She decided to buy into it anyways as an act of good faith towards Applejack. That didn’t prevent Trixie from having some fun ‘finding out’ about it later at the stand, of course. It was a prank that Pinkie and Rainbow helped pull off quite effectively.
The third day was more relaxed, as Trixie gained enough confidence to go out alone, but armed with a deck of tarot cards under her cape. She decided to test if she still had it in her or if she was beating a dead horse. She started it simple. Just sitting down and using the market stall as a table, offering to Applejack’s clients a free reading with their apples. To keep things active when she was between clients, Trixie reprised a song she learned in Neigh Orleans about voodoo. After lunchtime, there was already a line of ponies who wanted to see the pony with a hoof ‘on the other side’ and were buying apples just as a formality.
By the end of the week, Trixie was doing small shows again, dusting off her older and simpler tricks from when she was still a lost orphan wandering around Equestria.
Side Note: Must visit Mister and Miss Free’s tombs, it’s about that time of the year.
Trixie finished updating the journal and closed it. She turned around from her new own desk. It took a private show, climaxing with her escaping from a safe while wearing hoofcuffs at that Tiara filly’s birthday, but she finally got enough money to buy some proper furniture for herself. Trixie placed the journal under the bed’s pillow and decided that, since it was Saturday, she had earned a good afternoon of doing nothing but read a calming book.
“Trixie!”
Despite two closed doors between herself and the pony upstairs, Trixie could hear herself being called as clearly as though the other mare were in the same room with her.
“Should have seen that one coming,” Trixie thought, getting up and opening the basement’s door to greet Pinkie Pie.
“Yes, what’s the--”
“TrixieyouhavetocomewithustodeliverthisawesomepackagetoRainbowDashsoshedoesntforgetaboutusnorourfacesandnamesandsinceyoureourfriendnowyouhavetocome.” Pinkie only stopped to catch her breath, but Trixie took the opening to raise her hoof in front her.
“Hold on.” Trixie rubbed her temples. “So, you want to visit Rainbow Dash at the Academy and came here to invite Trixie?” She ventured after taking a moment of contemplation and meditation to understand what was said to her.
“Well, duh, I just said that!” Pinkie said abruptly. “Come on, it will be fun.” Her attitude had a hint of urgency that Trixie had yet to meet. She considered it and realized that with Snowflake, Cloudchaser and Raindrops in the academy too, it would be a good move for Trixie to visit them as well.
“Alright, Pinkie, Trixie shall tag along.”
She turned around to take the cape, hat and veil, but a pink hoof placed itself on her shoulder before she could take the last item. Trixie looked back, encountering Pinkie’s uncharacteristically silent expression. Pinkie was a very expressive pony and just by her face Trixie could tell what she was trying to say.
“Alright then, Trixie will not use the veil today.” She placed it down. “But if I heard one single pony scream ‘the horror’ at Trixie again, she’s buying an iron mask.”
Pinkie Pie only smiled and squeed in delight before letting Trixie’s shoulder go. Once Trixie was ready, both mares went outside. Upon reaching the library’s door, Trixie stopped for a moment. It was her personal ritual, each time before stepping outside, under the light, she would follow the same steps; the first thing was to check her hooves, one by one till being completely sure each boot and each glove wasn’t lousy. Then, her vest needed to cover the amulet in her chest and the diamond on her cape had to be exactly over the Amulet, to remind herself who was wearing who. Finally, Trixie would touch her light goggles, checking if it was firm and no chances of accidentally falling off. After all of that, and only if everything was in its place, Trixie would put her hat on and open the door, ready to face world once again. She was happy to see Rarity was outside waiting for them.
That lasted only as long as it took her to realize where they were all headed.
“Nope.”
Trixie turned tail away from the sight of Twilight’s balloon and tried to head back at the library, failing only because certain mass of pink was blocking her way back to safety.
“Trixie?” Pinkie innocently cocked her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing worth mentioning, but Trixie prefers to stay behind.” Trixie’s mind raced through reasons to not set a hoof inside that thing until she came up with something. “After all, Ponyville is still accepting Trixie’s presence, it wouldn’t be prudent to test her amazingly bad luck on other towns so soon.” Trixie wasn’t sweating only because she had no inner fluids, otherwise, she was sure she would.
“That’s not all of it, now isn’t it, darling?” A white hoof placed itself over Trixie’s shoulder. She quickly put hers over it, out of reflex. “Tell us, Trixie,” Rarity said in calm but steady voice.
Trixie turned her head to see the rest of the girls readying the balloon and not paying attention to them. Deciding this was her best shot to keep things from becoming another ‘friendship report’ with her as the subject, Trixie stepped aside to put both Pinkie and Rarity in front of her.
“If I must expose myself, once again, I ask that you respect what I say and keep it confidential.” Trixie lifted the brim of her hat to look at them with a glare that could freeze a fire, even through her light goggles. “Trixie’s story is hers for share but not yours to do the same.” She pointed at them with her left hoof. “Do not spread around what I’m offering.”
“Oh, a secret origin.” Pinkie grabbed some popcorn from… somewhere and sat down. “Cool,” she said through a mouth full of popcorn. Rarity was more austere and limited herself to nod at Trixie. Seeing as her request met no resistance, Trixie mentally reviewed the long and complex tale she was about to give her friends to explain her aversion towards the hot air balloon. In keeping with her new philosophy, she decided to try and keep it as simple and unembellished as possible.
“Truth is,” she started, not very sure of herself, “as a daughter of the road, as a Roani, Trixie’s hooves are too attached to the ground under them.” There was a sepulchral silence. “And she’s not a pony who likes to separate such a strong relationship.” She added a flourish from her hoof before turning around and looking down, innerly praying to anyone listening for Pinkie and Rarity to not press the matter any further.
“Wait.” To Trixie’s surprise, it was Rarity who spoke first. “You mean you’re afraid of heights?” Trixie pulled down the brim of her hat while hiding inside her cape, trying to cover her shame. It was one of her most personal secrets, and the only other pony who knew about it has disappeared from the face of Equus.
“Aww.” A pair of pink hooves surrounded Trixie. This time, she was too distracted to even react. “Don’t be sad, Trixie.” Pinkie started to press the hug, inadvertently lifting Trixie completely off the ground. “We’ll be by your side all the time…” Trixie wasn’t hearing her, she was too busy trying to keep herself together. Although it wasn’t that much of a height, or at least not enough to really scare her, being lifted involuntarily while dwelling on the reason she was afraid of heights triggered some bad feeling for Trixie. She tried to tell Pinkie to put her down, but her lungs were empty again and she couldn’t concentrate enough to force the air back inside. Trixie started to kick the air frantically till she felt a hoof taking hers.
“Calm down, Trixie, we won’t let anything happen to you.” Trixie dared to open her eyes, seeing through her goggles the calmingly serene expression in Rarity’s… and the obliviously oblivious one in Pinkie’s closed eyes. Not without a good amount of effort, Trixie eased her mind and did that move Bootlegger perfected to escape a specially angry sea serpent. Free from Pinkie’s constrictor hug, Trixie turned around and willingly opened her own hooves.
“Thank you for understanding.” The three friends shared the hug. “Trixie will try, but you will have to stay at her side.” Pinkie and Rarity did the steps of the Pinkie Promise and the three of them trotted closer to the balloon that was almost ready to take them to the skies. Trixie made it right up to where the basket was moored to the ground, the massive white envelope casting a shadow on the ground around it, before feelings of trepidation threatened to overwhelm her again.
“I… really don’t know about this, girls,” Trixie said, cringing. “Unicorns weren’t meant to fly, you know. Good solid ground beneath our hooves and all.”
“Trixie, there’s nothing to worry about it,” said Twilight. She tossed in a coil of rope and trotted over. “I’ve done this dozens of times. Trust me, you’ll love it when you get up there.” Trixie was still wincing, her ears back amongst her thin, grey mane. “I promise, nothing bad will happen to you up there.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll Pinkie Promise if I have to, Trixie,” Twilight told her with a cheery laugh.
The laugh was infectious and Trixie could feel herself smiling in return. “That won’t be necessary, Twilight. I trust you.”
With the help of the other four ponies, and some unceremonious lifting with Twilight’s magic, Trixie eventually managed to settle herself into the center of the basket amongst their supplies. The others were quick to pile in and join her. No matter that Trixie knew her heart no longer beat and her lungs only did by conscious effort, she still felt her chest was tight in anticipation and her blood was racing. Phantom pains, like ponies who lost limbs, she fleetingly thought.
“Here we go, girls!” Twilight cried as she threw off the last of their mooring lines. Trixie splayed her legs out, bracing herself as the bottom of the basket leapt up into the skies, as the others around her cried out in joy. She wished she could share in their cheer instead of standing there shivering in terror.
Yet after that initial jolt, things settled down remarkably quickly. Twilight adjusted the magical ballast on the balloon and soon they were at a stable altitude. She explained to the rest of them that it was the height with the best wind current to take them to the plateau where the Wonderbolt Academy was and she’d bring them up to the height of the Academy itself when they were ready to land.
After that, the thing Trixie noticed most was the silence. There was no other noise besides the wind blowing around them. All the other ponies had gone to the edge of the basket, leaning over and looking out over the landscape far below. Even Pinkie was quiet for once, a remarkable feat in Trixie’s estimation.
Trixie steadied herself and made her own way to the edge, nudging Twilight a little to get past.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Rarity commented softly.
Trixie could only nod, not wanting to break the breathtaking silence. She had never seen Equestria like this before. The closest she had ever come was looking out from the main town while at School and seeing Canterlot spread out below her. That had been awe inspiring, and she could only imagine what Celestia saw off her balcony high in the palace each day when she raised the sun.
This though… Trixie had no reference to this. To see so much of Equestria laid before when she looked out; to see houses and ponies so tiny below her; to think, this was the average viewpoint of a typical pegasus, but it left her without words. The silence of the world around her allowed her to just relax and soak up the whole experience. The only movement came from the gentle swaying of the basket in the wind and the odd bounce as one of her fellow passengers shuffled around. Yes, she was further off the ground than she had ever expected to be, yet standing there with her friends around her, she felt safe.
So preoccupied had she become with the whole experience -- the goggles allowed her to look almost directly at Celestia’s sun if she wanted to do so -- that she didn’t notice Twilight had laid a forehoof over her withers until Twilight gave her a nudge with it. “So, what do you think? Worth it?”
Trixie couldn’t help the smile that was still on her muzzle as she turned to look at her purple friend. The excitement of the whole thing shone in Twilight’s eyes and Trixie could feel some of that enjoyment in herself.
“Yes. Yes, it is,” she finally answered. “Thank you girls, for dragging me out of that basement. This is… this is something I would have never had to courage to do on my own. And I would have been the poorer pony for it.”
Twilight gave her a nod and a friendly pat at that before pulling herself away and checking on her other friends. She left Trixie to her own devices, and Trixie in turn resumed her gazing out over the landscape below. Oddly enough, she didn’t feel the terror that had gripped her before. The basket was stable beneath her hooves, only a gentle swaying at most. She was surrounded by friends and knew they weren’t going to let her come to harm.
The balloon was just under the cloud cover now. She could see the roads and rivers that cross Equestria below them as they floated by, she could trace their winding paths for miles before they faded into the horizon. Sometimes she saw ponies on the roads there and waved to them. Sometimes they saw her and waved back.
Lunch was had by Twilight and her friends, Trixie taking part in their light conversation and not feeling at all left out for not being able to take part of the meal itself. She soon resumed her post at the side of the basket, her forehooves dangling idly in the wind as she watched the forests slide along below.
It seemed almost too soon to her that Twilight called that they were close to their destination and she was going to bring them up through the clouds. A adjustment to the magical ballast and the floor of the basket lurched up under Trixie's hooves once more and a wave of cold dread to pass through her, but it was over quickly. The clouds that they went through were the strangest thing she had ever felt and she wished she could reach out and touch them herself. Perhaps she could ask Twilight for a cloudwalking spell when they reached their destination and give it a try if she felt brave enough. It certainly couldn’t be more intimidating than what she’d already done so far.
Then they were above the clouds and back in the sunlight. Trixie spared a quick glance over her shoulder where Pinkie was practically bouncing herself out of the basket in excitement over being able to get back with Dashie and find out all that had been going on all the time she had been away training. Even the pink mare’s prattling wasn’t enough to wipe the smile off Trixie’s muzzle as she turned to look back.
That’s when she saw something that made it drop slightly as she cocked her head to the side.
“Is that a tornado?”
Wave Blaster: Dun-dun duuuuuuunun
Nightwalker: There we go. The Fluttershy meditation part is a nod to Taialin’s wonderful L-Series, and we did try to focus the rest on more positive things, such as friends helping you conquer fears, ending on a nice peaceful ride in a balloon. Speaking as someone who has ridden on one, I urge anyone who’s curious to take the opportunity to do so if you have it. It’s very serene, has a great view, and if you have a good pilot can be surprisingly fun. As long as you don’t run into inclement weather, of course. 
: Seriously guys?! A flipping tornado? Really?! That is it! Trixie is out of here for the next chapter!
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I know this will sound a little dark, but I hope this situation is going where I think it's going. Same thing happens as it did in Wonderbolt Acadamy, but instead of saving the day, Trixie falls out. She falls out and hits the ground hard. Severed limbs, shattered bones and black blood everywhere. A sight of horror until Trixie starts to pull herself together. Like a lifeless doll being being gently pulled, stuffed and stiched together by unseen hands.
Balloon rides and storms, a classic combination.
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6500125 I'm one of the idea men. I mean - anyone could notice that. (Altruth not anyone would start thinking abaut it) Oh, just wait until I get my stories up...
Because alicorns are soo last season.
I mean a siren isn't also out of question as well as a changeling. But if I had to bet my ass it could be two diffrent scenarios:
●I think if Trix is gonna do the evolution thingy it's gonna be a creature that feeds upon a negative emotion, one of the 'stale', "blue" ones - evrything sadness, depression and the eventual disgust in there. And that's the trick part - it's eather a new species to be introduced OR it's a Windigo. Let me elaborate on that - we see those frosty guys on one occasion when they feed upon a conflict. Sirens do it too. So they're simlar in nature, you can't also ignore they're propably related. But they can't be that simlar to just eat the same because that would boring, you don't get that in nature and magic. My thoughts are that Sirens feed on open, 'hot' rage while windigoes rely on the dormant hated. And dormant hated is kindda a rewouir of Beatrix Lullamoon during her way n the material world.
●Trixie's body is unstopably falling apart. It won't be anything left at some point. And what would happen then? Or what if at some point someone cuts out the Amulet? My thoughts is that Trixie would take residence in the amulet as it's spirit to render it into an artefact of Harmony or good. Unless at some point Celly decides "oh, fak dat Element of Harmony #2" and takes Trixie out to become some kind of pony saint/angel, a ghost or anything from the upper propositions.
●My initial theory was that when Celly and Twiliy recognize the gradual falling apart of Trixie's body they're gonna put her in a sarcofague for a few haundred years, get her out when have a restoration of her ready, fix her and make a sequel of Trixe in future Equestria where she is a nightmare moon myth. That is technicly the most normal-ish idea, yet too realistic for this story. Altruth Trixie could have many depression dreams during her hibernation in the coffin what if extended on 3-4 chapters could fit the depression of the story quite well.
If I ever guessed anything it will be lost in the sea of possibilies.
Welp... at least Trixie can't die from long falls, right? ... ... ...right?
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Undead Trixie in the future.
...
All i can imagine is a Trixie-fied version of Sir Daniel Fortesque from the PSX game 'Medievil'.
6500699 Or a 'post-undead Trixie in the future' if the medicine would work.
I imagine the myth of Trixie beeing Luna's companion would go so: If Trix is gonna walk among the living for a few years, like 20 - she is almost guaranteed to be a Nightmare Night crusher and Luna's BFF in their depression/social akwardness. I imagine that Luna would gather a small group of friends to freak out the town as the ultimate nightmare prank. I'm thinking Scootaloo, Twilight, Trixie and Zecora. They could make a tradition of it and maybe make it something famous. Like an artist one time had to depict them, so the 5 of them holding hooves standing in a cricle - thus the tradition could be called the Lunatic Dance, as a reference to the dance of the dead of the middle-ages. Evryone would with time get it's symbolic, like Trixie would be symbolizing the nightmare jokes that evolve into the ever-growing extreme with her progressive falling apart and taking the punishment for pranks. And of course there had to be a Canterlot window painting of the Lunatics playing volleyball with Trixie's head, because it's hilarious. I think Trixie could walk the earth for 120 years before the sacrofague, that would clear it. But with time someone would die - propably Zecora, and new ponies would take their place as them. Thus the tradition. And I would even give them an antagonist - let's call him the great prankster - he would symbolize Pinkie Pie(how would be allowed to habe two side-kicks who symbolise Rainbow and Rarity, as the former would have enough of jokes and try to counter the prankesters) and be an unoficial 6th participant of the crikle, but would be the oppozition in a prank war. Now give it 300 years of continuity and mouth spread - and woala! We have Trixie as an important part of Lore of the night!
You know - maybe I should write an unofficial sequel to this...
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Yeah, that's basically how I read it. Right now, they are pretty much doing pioneer research into a previously unknown phenomenon. That's always an exciting thing to be part of, but not one where you should expect your preconceived notions or intermittent findings to be accurate. You probably won't be stretching it that far because it would get tedious, but I could reasonably expect them to go through four, five or more situations like this on before they even start having any real idea of what's actually going on.
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Dilation is the thing she currently has too much of, so what she needs is the opposite of that. A constrictant? Not sure, I'm not an ophthalmologist.
So now she has a mask, a cape and a nice set of goggles. She really is slowly accumulating an entire superhero's outfit worth of gewgaws, isn't she?
6500437 I think if that happened then the magic inhibitor would fall off. I don't think the amulet could pull her together without magic.
6501633 The way I see it, if the alicorn amulet is keeping her alive, it will keep her together. No matter what.
Fuckin' saw it coming a mile away. I can't wait to see Trixie tear Lightning Dust a new one.
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Well if that ain't a validation of her phobia then I don't know what is.
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Sooner or later, she needs to pose dramatically over a beaten evil-doer and say, "I am the night."
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Just so long as she's ok with getting sucker-punched by Luna afterwards, I guess.
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Ah, now you're going all Batman-Superman here.
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There is only one pone that is the night and she has a moon on her butt. Not budging there.
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And the prize for "Best WMG/Epileptic Tree" of the day... It's for you!
I mean, I actually like that one, and it's even in tone with the original feeling of the fic.
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There's bad timing and then there's that.
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I'm soooo following you...
As I already was.
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Right.
Right?
Wait, to who the hell am I asking?
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Like this?
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[Heavy laser shooting]
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I think that's the very essence of my style of writing: Discovering.
A lot of people, me included, have described my writing process as "from the seat of my pants". But to be honest, i don't see it like that. I'm not just writing a world, I'm discovering one and sharing what I find with the reader.
That emotion of wonder, of not knowing and finding out. That's what drives me as a journalist and as a writer (I'm not crying).
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We meant is as "automatic, light sensible, dilation spell" as the goggles do what Trixie's pupils are not doing.
Well...
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The question here is which magic?
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Really?
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Oh man, I want to see what's happening next too.
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What it is, is a cosmically bad timing.
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By far one of my favorites from the Blues Brothers.
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Speakin' of music:
BTW, if you ant to read a fic featuring Trixie as a Batman-like vigilante, I'll recommend you JB's Mare-Do-Well: Regeneration. It's one of my personal favorites.
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How do you sucker punch someone trained by this crew?
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) A story ought to have an idea where it's going, but if it doesn't also organically grow on its own accord it is dead. It's a bit like what they say about statues: it's already there in the stone, you just need to pull it out the right way.
While I think there's something to be said for having a plan, I certainly appreciate your approach as a matter of personal preference (and you've discovered some pretty neat things so far.
I understand what you mean, but the phrasing still sounds a bit awkward to me. Maybe it would work better to describe the lenses as self-tinting? They actually already make those out here in the real world, thinking about it.
Forcefully.
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Oh, there's a plan. We have almost all the "what" covered.
The real question, and the reason of the discovering still being a discovery, is how.
Also, while writing these two chapters, 'Walker and I realized that the story had its own life too. There's a scene that was going to be here, that would have been quite of a gamechanger, but the story was going to a different place altogether. Someday I'll release that scene and you will see what I'm saying.
On the other part, we may have a good old hooves fight. So the real question for this one is, which MUSIC!? I propose the Tiger Warrior:
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That's always the part that works best with a healthy dose of spontaneity. A story can really run away from you in that area - and often it's best to let them a bit.
Don't ask me, dude, I haven't even owned a TV in fifteen years or so. Vidya gaems work a bit differently in that respect, no choreography and such.
6503499 Tomorrow I have driver licence test. After that I'm totally writing stuff. You won't be mad for a spin-off? I have already some ideas.
Unless "I'm sooo following you" was you saing you don't get my comment, it's so hard to tell in the internet...
Well, the mechagodzilla was a nice touch. Technicly I don't like most things japan but I can dig godzilla. Technicly biolante was my fave, bacause the way it/they fight, pircing the other gigants with roots and the fact it had sometimes more than one head... I also like sushi and traditional asian roofs.
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Wait, were laser eyes a good or a bad thing?
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God I can see it now.
Lightning: That was awesom-OMG! WHAT IS THAT!? ZOMBIIIEEE!
Trixie: That's it everyone dies!
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That actually mean "I really want to follow you to be aware of the material you are planning to write." But since Microsoft or Google have yet to create a sarcasm detector for internet, I suppose it could be read with another intention. Whoops
Anyways, I was about to post a "[heavy breathing]" gif, but then I came across the MG one and just rolled with it.
BECAUSE OF MECHAS!
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: I'm not the Great and Powerful Trixie anymore. From now on, you can call me... Miss Doom
6507549 Herp derp!
Doom. I get the reference now! 
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6507549 In 4 hours I tackle down the test and then... ohhh, you're gonna propably like what I'm gonna post tonight!
Or you'll hate me into eternity.
6500460 Who're those mares? OCs of yours?
Also, really? Tornado? Cmon, man.
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None of those are OCs. Star Catcher, Minty and Pinkie Pie are all my favorite MLP G3 ponies. So I wrote a story dropping them into FiM: A Very Minty Summer Sun Celebration
It's been on hiatus for A While, but I'm getting ready to launch back into it.
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Also, can anyone explain why the hell Diamond Tiara was glaring angrily at me?
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Hey, don't look at me. Canon is canon. I can stretch it a while, but it eventually hits back.
At times, one almost seems to forget Trixie is half-dead, half-alive. I'm sure she'll be sorely reawakened to the reality soon.
>Wonderbolt Academy episode
This should be good.
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Oh, here comes one heavy piece of reality about to hit.
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Are you ready?
1. Said would fit better there
2. that reminds me of
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1. Fixed
2. It doesn't look like it at first, but keeping Pinkie Pie in character is actually complex. We tried to stay away from the "lol randomz" so many writers give her and get actually close to canon through timing and positioning. Lines like that one are the result of a careful setting.
Heh. And unlike Doom, she'll actually need it!
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Just hang on until the more recent chapters.
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I do believe that Trixie's acrophobia is less about heights and more about loosing control. As seen in the Party Chapter, she has no troubles in hanging from a ceiling and restrained, because she agreed with it first and already knew how to get out, so she was in control of the whole situation. Here instead, the balloon is piloted by another pony. I guess it also has something to do with Trixie having trust issues after growing up practically alone.
But that's just my opinion.
placed itself on her shoulder before he could take the last item
1. She.
I rode in a hot air balloon once. The basket was so solid, yet the ground was so far down, that my mind could not perceive that I was so high up. It was surreal. I get nervous around cliffs' edges, but this didn't even register the same way. This was more like looking over the side of a boat, as though the ground so far below were just the surface of a lake, and I could touch it if I just reached for it.
The funniest thing was the silly fear that things like glasses or piercings would suddenly leap off of your head like they never do. The scariest thing was to hear the Call of the Void. Just a kick of your legs and to pivot on your stomach is all it would take... Would the others even be able to stop me in time?
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And that, the fragility of life on itself, is the real existential horror.