Crystal hummed lightly as she watched the quill dance along the page, transcribing the images in her mind into words. The deadline was looming and the pressure was high, but her companion kept her spirits up.
Aria dangled from a silver chain that was attached to the light fixture above the dining table. She glowed with Crystal's magic and sang inspiration with delicate chimes. Pink shimmers of light danced across the walls and along the table beneath her.
"You seem to be in a good mood," Crystal commented idly as she dotted her i's and crossed her t's. "Things do seem to be... all right, for the time being, don't they? Yes, I think things are all right."
Aria glimmered her agreement.
The quill paused as Crystal chanced an upward glance. "Aria..." She lowered her quill to the table and leaned back to look at the crystal. In a soft voice, she asked, "Do you miss Painted?"
Aria merely dangled, the magic having faded as soon as Crystal stopped writing.
"I miss her." Crystal raised her hooves to wipe at her already damp eyes. "I'm worried about her. Verd got a letter, so I know she's all right." She laughed softly. "I suppose I didn't get one from her because she doesn't know I know? Or perhaps she just doesn't know what to say." Her ears drooped. "I do wish she'd write to me, though."
There was no response, not that that was much of a surprise.
Crystal's ears perked back up. "Do you suppose Verd would mind if I had him include a letter from me the next time he writes to her?" She smiled and levitated her quill again while retrieving a blank parchment. "It couldn't hurt to ask, now, could it?"
Painted,
The quill froze. Her mind was blank. Aria was completely still, having no interest in matters of personal correspondence. What could she say? 'I know you're over there, so please talk to me'? Her brow started to furrow and she slid the parchment aside to return her attention to where she had left off in Desert Rose. Perhaps it would be wise to talk to Verd first. He knew her best, after all.
"Fatinah, you are going to get yourself into trouble. You understand that, don't you?" Khalil lowered his head to her eye level, his nostrils slightly flared with a mix of amusement and, simultaneously, irritation.
Fatinah shook her head to toss her mane as she trotted past him. "You've been saying that since I was a filly, Khalil, and I'm still standing. I'll be fine."
When she looked over her shoulder to toss him a teasing grin, the look on his face stopped her in her tracks. In all the years she had known him, he had never worn that expression. She had seen the surprise in his eyes countless times, but it was tempered with a softness she didn't like.
"You're certainly not a filly anymore," he said, almost breathlessly.
A short series of knocks drew her out of her thoughts. "Coming," she called, rising to her hooves and walking over to open the door. "Oh! Good afternoon, Golden." She blinked and glanced at the clock. "Is it time already?"
"It's past time," Golden said with a small frown. "Did you get lost in your writing again? Honestly. If I didn't need him, I'd have Dusty manage your schedule." She slipped her sunglasses down to cover her eyes. "Are you ready to go?"
Levitating a wide-brimmed hat onto her head, Crystal nodded. "This week is at Weather Front's, right? That's not too far of a walk."
Golden huffed lightly. "It's far enough on hoof to be annoying. And everypony's homes are so small. Can we not simply have it at my condo each week? It would be easier for me, and there would be more than enough room without having to sit on upturned trash cans."
"Golden..." Crystal laughed, shaking her head. "It's about socializing, not convenience. Besides, what would the press say?"
"Nothing worse than what they're already saying." Golden rolled her eyes, her stride quickening just enough to catch Crystal off guard. "Honestly. Can a mare not hang out with another mare without it spurring gossip? If Velvet and I were stallions, everypony would just assume we were friends. But no, Velvet and I are clearly lovers."
Crystal couldn't help another laugh, this one more boisterous. "No! Really? Oh, Velvet must be loving that."
With a light snort, Golden added a small, annoyed stomp to her hoofsteps. "It's no matter. I'm going to win the bet, gossip or not."
"Of course, of course." Crystal inclined her head to peer up at Golden around the brim of her hat. "What is it this week?"
"Salsa." Golden's posture relaxed as she eased into a satisfied smirk. "I'll show her that I'm the better dancer, even if I still don't understand the 'twerking' thing from last week."
Crystal giggled. "I don't know whether I'm glad I left you two alone or not. This whole 'dance off' thing is ridiculous."
For a while, Golden was silent, sending Crystal's good mood down into a worried spiral, but the mare finally said, "It is absolutely ridiculous. Dusty says I should stop before it ruins my image. But... it's fun. Getting together with Velvet to dance is fun. It's not really about winning the bet, you know."
"I know." Crystal flashed a soft smile before she turned her attention to the apartment building they approached. "Well, are you ready for something less fun but equally important?"
"Not particularly," Golden muttered, following Crystal up the stairs nonetheless.
When they got to the apartment and knocked on the door, Bastion was the one to answer. He looked down his muzzle at Crystal, a coldness in his eyes. "Glad you finally decided to show up. We've got a situation."
A chill ran down Crystal's spine. "What's wrong?"
"This, you'll have to see for yourself." He stepped to the side to let her in, nodding to acknowledge Golden.
Golden stayed close to Crystal's side as they walked into the living room, where Bonnie sat on the coffee table in a circle of their peers, all of their attention on her.
"—so wonderful to see him again, you have no idea."
Crystal smiled as she politely interjected, "See who, Bonnie?"
Bonnie turned her head to look at Crystal, her expression at first one of surprise before melting into a distant half-smile. "My brother."
A gasp escaped Crystal, the chill turning into a warmth that spread throughout her chest and down to her hooves. "Bonnie! He's alive? That's wonderful!"
The smile fell as Bonnie shook her head. "No... No, he's still dead." Her lips twitched in an attempt to recapture the smile, but to no avail. "But I found Madame Ouija. She let me speak to him again. It was only for a moment, but as soon as I have enough bits, I'm going to go see her again." She wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Madame—" Crystal glanced at Bastion, who made no attempt to hide the skepticism that curled his mouth into a sneer. "Madame Ouija?"
Bonnie nodded. "Yes! One of the most talented unicorns I've ever met. She can confer with the spirits of the dead. I never knew such a thing was possible!"
"Because it isn't," Bastion muttered a little too loudly, perhaps intentionally so. He grunted when Crystal jabbed her elbow into his side.
Bonnie continued, seemingly unfazed by his remark, "I ran into her at a cafe, as if by destiny. Fate brought us together. She gave me a free consultation, and even let me see my brother... for a moment." Her chin trembled. "I need to see her again. I need to talk to him for more than a few seconds. I need to say goodbye, and tell him how proud I am of him."
An ache grew between Crystal's eyes, but she kept her smile in place. A pony who could commune with spirits of the dead? She didn't know enough about magic to know whether that was possible or not, but it reeked of foul play.
Somepony was preying on ponies who had lost loved ones overseas. The very idea of capitalizing on the war in such a way was despicable. It turned Crystal's stomach into a series of knots wound so tight that she wanted to hunt down this Madame Ouija right then and there.
Instead, however, she walked forward and took one of the unoccupied seats. "That's wonderful, then, Bonnie, if it brings you peace."
"It will. It's worth every bit." Bonnie looked over at Weather Front, who had a comforting hoof on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I was so excited to tell my story that I never let you offer anypony refreshments."
"Oh! Right." Weather rose to his hooves and looked around the room. "Can I get a hoof? Or, rather, a horn?" He grinned lopsidedly. "Easier with magic."
Crystal nearly hopped out of her seat. "Certainly, let me help."
Weather bobbed his head and led her into the kitchen. He flapped his wings to fly up and grab a tray from the top shelf of a cabinet, then lowered back down to set it on the counter.
In a hushed tone, Crystal asked, "Weather, could I get your opinion?"
His wings tucked in close to his sides. "I bet I can guess what about."
"I don't mean to gossip, but you are the one who is closest to Bonnie in this group." Crystal glanced at him while her magic retrieved several glasses that he gestured to. "What do you think of this... situation she's in?"
Weather rubbed a hoof against one leg. "I don't much believe in the 'spirit-talking' stuff myself, but I also don't have magic, either. Besides, real or not, it's helping her cope with losing her only brother. What's the harm in it?"
Crystal thought of a hundred different retorts of exactly what kind of harm there was, but she bit her tongue and kept them to herself. As she helped pour water into the glasses, she mumbled, "Just keep an eye on her, please."
"Of course!" He puffed his chest and flared his wings just slightly. "That's what care companions are for, after all, eh?"
"Mm." She levitated the tray of glasses while he grabbed an already prepared vegetable platter and they returned to the living room. "Here we are! Refreshments for everypony."
Bonnie had returned to a normal seat, leaving the coffee table available for the trays. Once Crystal and Weather sat back down, Toffee cleared his throat.
"A-As I was saying," he said in a soft voice, his gaze lowered to avoid making contact with anypony else's, "things are going well at the bakery... I can't complain."
Passionfruit smiled. "That's good. Same with me and my frozen yogurt shop. Oh! I participate in the vouchers, but with or without them, everypony here is welcome to free fro-yo anytime."
They continued around the room discussing the state of their lives and requesting any help from the group, such as Passionfruit needing a foalsitter for the weekend and Toffee having a large armoire that needed moving. Crystal, on the other hoof, plotted. Bonnie was too kind and too fragile for Crystal to allow her to be taken advantage of. She would protect all the members of her support group. It was her duty.
"I'm... doing better," Golden said with an unfamiliar humility that it stirred Crystal out of her thoughts. "It's not easy to change. I've had to take care of myself as there has been nopony I could trust all my life except for my father. Now I'm suddenly supposed to let you all in?" She frowned, wrapping her forelegs around herself. "I don't know. I feel foolish talking like this. Like an absolute buffoon."
Dawn reached over to set a hoof on Golden's shoulder. "It's really brave of you to keep trying, though. Instead of just giving up."
Golden snorted and shot her a sour look. "Says the pony who slapped me. You certainly know a lot about bravery."
"O-Oh." Dawn's hoof recoiled and she clutched it to her chest, gaze falling. "I'm sorry about that, really. I was just—"
"Don't apologize in the least," Crystal interrupted, waving a hoof. "It was the humbling experience I think she needed to take things more seriously."
Golden shot her a glare, but said nothing. She just sat there practically bristling while Crystal's mind returned to her plans. Once they were done, she was going straight to the Canterlot University Research Library. She may not know enough about magic to prove Madame Ouija was a scheming fraud, but the countless tomes of research at the library certainly did.
Crystal gave a small, quick shake of her head. She wasn't listening to anypony. They could have been expressing a horrible loneliness and she was just sitting there, her mind elsewhere. Her ears, which were normally quite adept at paying attention to conversations without her, were pinned back flat against her mane.
"But, it is what it is." Weather gave a weak, halfhearted shrug. "I can't blame the restaurant for being Storm's favorite. Still gotta give it my patronage, you know? Even if it's hard going there without him."
"Why don't we all go there for dinner sometime?" Crystal suggested, offering a gentle smile. "No vouchers, on our own bit. Truly give it some support, and a happy memory for you to keep it from being a source of sadness."
Weather straightened up, his wings flicking out and back in. "That would be great, if anypony was interested!"
"Absolutely," Bonnie said. "I've been there before and it is well worth another visit."
This was why she needed to stay focused on the group and not let her mind wander. They could do so much good for one another. They needed each other.
It wasn't long before a clock on the wall chimed the hour and the first pony stood up to leave. It was like dominoes: once one fell over, the rest came tumbling down. "I should get back to my foals," Passionfruit said, followed soon after by Dawn excusing herself. Toffee wasn't long behind, and when Verdant stood up to leave, Crystal practically jumped to her hooves.
"I'll walk you home, Verd." Crystal smiled, looking around the room. "I'll see you all next week. Let's have dinner with Weather then instead of meeting at a home?" When general agreement seemed had, Crystal turned to follow alongside Verdant out the door. "I have a quick question for you, if that's all right."
Verdant bobbed his head. He hardly said much these days. His eyes always seemed tired, but his lips still lifted into a kind smile. He never complained at the get-togethers, however, only waving off questions of concern with the same explanation of having trouble sleeping without his wife.
"Do you think it would be all right if I gave you a letter to send to Painted?"
The name perked his ears upright and his hooves stopping in their place. "Of course," he quickly said. "Why wouldn't it be?"
Crystal nibbled on her lower lip. "I'm not sure. I suppose a part of me is worried how she'll react if she knows I know where she is. She did deliberately not tell me, after all."
Verdant chuckled and reached over to tousle her mane before resuming his light trot. "I think she'd be grateful to feel less alone." His voice grew softer, almost hesitant as he added, "She could likely use the company, even if it's at a long distance."
Crystal shifted from one hoof to the other. "What should I tell her, then? 'Hi, I know you're off at war, even though you tried to keep that a secret, but I miss you and wanted to talk to you.' I'm not sure how well that would go over, and with the war the way it is, I don't want to add to her stress…"
"How about this," Verdant said, perking up with a smile. "I'll let her know in my next letter that you want to talk to her, and when I get a reply, I'll pass her response on to you."
Crystal nodded. "That works for me! Thank you, Verd." She stopped and, when he did the same, she leaned in to hug his neck. "I have some business to take care of. You take care of yourself, though, all right?"
He gave a light chuckle and leaned his head down to nuzzle his cheek to the top of her head. "Yeah, I'll do that. You, too. See you later."
She watched him for a moment as he walked away, concern bubbling up, but she pushed the feeling down. He would be okay. She would just check in on him later. Nodding in agreement with herself, she turned to head toward Canterlot University.
Information. She needed information, and lots of it. The more informed she was, the better-equipped she would be. And if the library at Canterlot University couldn't help her, then surely Princess Luna could point her in the right direction. The School for Gifted Unicorns, perhaps?
Of course, she also needed to finish her chapter. Mares Monthly wasn't going to wait for her, after all. But she could spare a few hours for this task, right?
A voice cut through the haze of her swirling thoughts. "Where are you going?"
Crystal skidded to a halt and jerked her head to the side to see Golden trailing behind. "Huh?"
Golden took a step closer, frowning. "I asked where you're going. You're going to go see that Madame Ouija, aren't you?"
"I'm not, but what if I were?" Crystal turned all the way around to face her. "Would you have a problem with it?"
"Maybe." Golden's gaze darted away, a strange look of concern crossing her pursed lips. "I know that's why you went to help Weather in the kitchen. So you could ask him about her, obviously. It wasn't subtle whatsoever. But if she is what Bonnie thinks she is, then she seems like the kind of unicorn you don't want to cross."
Crystal blinked a few times before her wariness faded away into a smile. "Oh, Golden! Are you worried for my safety?"
"Don't say it like that!" Golden snapped, glaring. "Of course I am! I need you. The group needs you. Let this fraud take Bonnie's bits. It makes her happy, so why does it matter to you?"
Crystal felt her smile widen despite her efforts to keep it under control. "That was perhaps the greatest combination of both the nicest and most narrow-minded words I've heard from you yet." She stepped forward and put a hoof on Golden's shoulder. "Of course it matters to me. If a stallion were trying to get close to you to simply capitalize on your fame, I would send Weather and Bastion over to show him the door.
"I want everypony to be truly happy, especially the members of this group. We are going through enough as it is. We don't need fame-hungry stallions or bit-craving charlatans saying what we want to hear. What if Bonnie spends all of her savings on this Madame Ouija, only to discover it was all a scam? Can you imagine how devastated she would be?"
Golden stared down at the cobblestone beneath their hooves with a deep frown. "Can you imagine how happy she would be if she never found out? Honestly, just because you want 'true happiness' doesn't mean that's what's best for everypony else."
"I'm sorry, but I disagree." Crystal slowly pulled her hoof back. "Something like this will fall apart eventually, and I'd rather it fall apart now when we can catch her to help her back on her hooves. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." She turned and walked away, the tension in her shoulders relaxing when she didn't hear Golden following her.
Oh my... so many things in this chapter, and that ending.. makes me excited for the investigation. :3
I agree, money-grubbing-heathens are a plague during wartime.
Loved the chapter
"Come, let us go to the bazaar, you are sure to fetch an excellent price."
You go get her and her silly hocus pocus Crystal.
Better ask your spirit pals for advice, Madame Ouija, and you better ask 'em right now, because whatcha gonna do when the 24 inch quill and Crystalmania run wild on you?!
Oh God, no...
:raises his wineglass: To you, Madame!
Such... hostility! :cackles:
Oh, things are getting very interesting, aren't they? Such a marvelous job, Crystal! Bravo! Encore!
:chuckles darkly: ... and thank you...
She'll likely talk to Princess Luna about this, and it's likely Luna won't take too kindly to somepony taking desperate and grieving ponies for a ride for any reasons.
WOW!
*scoots forward to edge of seat*
Seances and home front profiteering...
This just serious!
I bet Luna would be furious if she found out. So would Celestia, most likely. Their ponies are going through enough already.
OK I'm just gonna say it. As soon as I herd the name Madam Ouija I was like "Scam artist bells a-ringing."
Looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Its good to see that Golden is making progress. Also, why would conjuring spirits from the dead seem fraudulent in a world full of magic? Because with a world full of magic it would actually seem more possible.
Also, when I last read Anzel's most recent chapter, it made me really worried. At the same time, I'd doubt that Crystal would ever stop loving her husband despite what she saw in his dreadful nightmares.
7513954 Research time is most important time!
7514022 Ponies got enough worries as it is!
7514023 Hahahaha. Fatinah would probably fetch a good price. She is good-looking and athletic.
7514026 Assuming it is actually silly hocus pocus!
7514038 Hah! Yes. An angry Crystal, armed with quills and Aria! An unstoppable force!
7514039 Oh, yes! Twerking all the way! Velvet has great control over her muscles and limbs...
So glad you're pleased with Madame Ouija, and she hasn't even appeared yet.
Thank you.
7514208 7514438 Good question! Are Crystal's opinions representative of others'? Do the princesses believe in restricting magic? Is it truly harming ponies? Are they being forced to spend their bits? What are the limits and boundaries of personal freedom in Equestria?
7514368 Hah! I can do serious stuff! I'm not just fluff'n'stuff!
7514697 Looking forward to showing what happens next! >3<
7514722 We don't see ponies using necromancy... Ponyville ponies were afraid of a zebra and her "mysticism" or what have you... We also don't see telepathy. Telepathy is a fairly basic magical ability in some settings, but I could easily see ponies being startled and afraid of a voice in their mind. Twilight didn't understand the dark magic we have seen, much less dark magic we haven't seen. Communing with the spirits of the dead seems like a step beyond levitating an object (something that can be seen) or conjuring a fireball (can also be seen). There's no way to prove or disprove talking to spirits!
Plus, we don't really know what their thoughts on the afterlife is. What if they don't believe in the spirit existing beyond death? What if they believe that death is a return to nature/aether and there is no afterlife? Who knows!
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I mean a spirit medium is surprisingly plausible given the setting, but this one is probably a scam.
7514794 I know alllll about that.
7514794 I thinks it's more of a question of which is more important. The desires of the populace, the needs of the populace, or something between them?
7514865 If a pony wants to say goodbye to their loved one and they're spending their own bits to make that happen, how does that have anything to do with the needs or wants of the populace?
Well, it always could be a friendly necromancer who summons spirits of the dead for their families to give them closure, but I doubt that's the case.
7514874 Maybe I got ahead of things a bit, it probably comes down to how much the pony is potentially harming them self or others (intentionally or unintentionally) vs how much they are genuinely helping. I'm not going to lie, there are historical accounts of well-known figures being taken for a ride by fortune tellers and those claiming to have a connection to the afterlife. Harry Houdini actually had a system where he would expose the frauds who were taking advantage of grieving individuals, he also said that he would pay these same individuals claiming to have a connection to the afterlife several times their asking rate if they were proven to be authentic in their claims. None of them were the genuine article. Maybe this whole thing has inspired Crystal to do something similar, she wants everyone to be happy, but she doesn't want that happiness to be built on falsehoods. I don't know if she has the means to do it like Houdini did, but I'm sure there are plenty of other ponies willing to back a project like this, assuming the Canterlot elite care enough about that sort of thing.
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Funny enough, this one is actually easy:
Is it actually possible to contact departed spirits using magic? If the answer is a definitive "No" — not "No except under specific circumstances" or "No one is certain" but flat-out "No" — then the question becomes whether or not Madame Ouija is presenting herself as genuinely able to do it or whether she is presenting herself as an entertainer. Alternatively, if it may be possible but can be demonstrated that she cannot actually do it, the same question must be asked.
If she is presenting herself as the genuine article when she in fact is not, that's fraud and should be prosecuted as such.
If she is not the genuine article, and is presenting herself as an entertainer, but it can be demonstrated that her advertisement is misleading or misrepresentative, or that she is otherwise acting in bad faith, that's fraud and should be prosecuted as such.
If, however, it can be demonstrated that she is not acting in bad faith — which would not necessarily be easy — and that her service is doing more good than harm by helping ponies to rapidly find closure with their dearly departed and not keep them coming back again and again and again, then maybe there isn't any harm.
We'll just have to wait until Crystalmania has reached a verdict.
And I really hope that verdict is "Final Draft Choke Slam."
7514975 I hadn't put that much thought into it, but you make very good points.
Not sure if nuts, or just cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Errrr... Um... *tugs collar* I suddenly remember that I left my kitchen on fire, and, ummm... *flees*
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Hey Celestia and Luna, what happened after you died?
7515001 That's impossible! They're immortal.
7514794 Well of course not, its a family show. You don't expect unicorns performing necromancy in a family show.
7514874 I dunno about about the "good of the populace" or whatever but here's my two cents worth:
My issue is whether or not Madam Ouiji is a fake and taking advantage. Scams gotta be illegal in equestria right?
Also...I kind of like Golden now...what have you done?
Playmares, playmares, hmm, why is this ringing a bell for me? Who else do I know that is famous for being a player?
Strenuous physical activity combined with learning both style and technique. I think I am beginning to figure out what started last week when Velvet was put in charge of Golden.
Yep. This confirms it. Being a secret agent is fun. Step, Velvet Step has been conditioning Golden, Codename: Au to help ponies in need. It was some great foreshadowing you had here Crystal. Almost as if some situation was going to come up in the near future when these skills would be needed.
Oh my, what does this next quote say?
What a shocking turn of events, I never would have seen this coming.
Come now, as if any agent trained by Velvet, even a fresh one, would allow themselves to be detected so easily. Have no fear my dear. Au has your back.
/plays Golden
EyePants Theme7514975 C'mon! Can't you let me play devil's advocate without bringing your logic into it? PFAH!
Yes, in seriousness, my points were based on Madame Ouija being legitimate. A lot depends on whether or not she is a) legitimate and/or b) acting in good faith.
7515001 Oh, come on, we know that you're not after her fame. As for the "after you died" thing... (including 7515018) Luna herself said she doesn't remember much. Chapter 29 of Secrets has Luna describing her ascension experience, which is summed up with:
7515022 Well, actually..
1) necromancy and death-related things aren't necessarily forbidden in family shows, a la The Grim Adventures of Bill and Mandy with the Grim Reaper and all sorts of otherworldly shenanigans, Powerpuff Girl's Abrakadaver, and... not to mention this chapter's titular song's Disney movie... Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog. So, depending on how it's handled, I don't see why the reaction is "of course not".
2) That was only one of my points. One point refuted (albeit I disagree that it is negated) does not nullify my entire argument.
7515125 I dunno about the good of the populace, either. That came out of nowhere for me, too. But I do agree on that being the issue hinging on whether or not Madame Ouija is legitimate.
And, mwuahaha!
7515476 I missed these kind of comments from you.
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Yes, but the point with Luna's ascension sequence is that she came back. She was apparently dead, and then she wasn't. Clearly there is a thing that happens in between dead and not dead - "partially dead," if you will - that is accessible through some means.
Actually... thinking about the Night Mares, it's clear there are multiple accessible "states" of creatures in Equestria. Sunny might be the go-to pony around right now, depending on what her ability actually detects!
I honestly would be surprised if this Madame Ouija was legit. Yes, this does scream "fraud", but we could be wrong. This reminds me of the natural disasters that befell New Orleans and Japan and online scammers put up fake sites claiming that donations would go to the victims of the disaster when said donations ended up in their pockets. Another thing too, Madame Ouija only gave Bonnie a short time to "communicate" with her brother for free. That reminds me of what drug dealers do to get people hooked on their product; "first ones free". If Madame Ouija is a fraud stealing Bonnie's money, then I hope she gets found out before she can do anymore damage.
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You've known me for, what, a year and some change now? What have I ever done in that time to convince you that my principle job in life is anything other than ruining your fun?
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A really good job :p If a writer introduces a character as part of the main cast and you don't like them (or like to see them around, at least), she's doing it wrong.
AH im late! anyway hmmm.. there is always vultures who prey on those devastated by loss and war. I doubt Madame Ouija is a legit spirit speaker.
Something like that is rare and most real ones would rather not flaunt their gifts/curse. I hope crystal brings her down hard! A good chapter though and it is nice to see Golden coming along better. I wonder how long it will be before crystal walks in on golden and velvet having some... other fun hahaa
7516096 I just thought of this when I read your comment. Anyone else? https://internetzillionaire.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/mostly-dead.jpg
I hope that Crystal does get to send letters to Painted, I think that would be a nice thing.
Well, can't argue with the text. Though I do prefer Golden Dust.
I dunno what to think about Madame Ouija. My first reaction is to hope Crystal brings the wrath of Luna down on her, but on the other hand, this is a magical world where (in the AU) dead/dying ponies are selected and transform into alicorns. Could spirit summoners be a real thing? *cues up Unchained Melody *
As presented it does smell just a bit too scammy, though.
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Gah! That's exactly what I was going for. I just couldn't remember the exact wording. I am so fail!
7521983 Glad I could help then :)
Good ole' war profiteerin'.
7523737 capitalism at its best folks
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The alternative is enslaving the civilians and forcing them to work to help the war effort in a city sized gulag. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯