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“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” - Patrick Rothfuss

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Princess Celestia needs to have Blueblood assassinated.

For reasons.

Rarity seems like a good choice to do that, right?


Derived from a very silly conversation three months ago between Dewdrops on the Grass, The Sleepless Beholder, and myself.

Featured 4/6/2023 - 4/13/2023!

Now with a Russian translation by GrandCat!

Reviewed by Loganberry in the blog Louder Yay!, earning a three out of five stars rating!

Featured on Equestria Daily on 4/11/2023, as well as in their 25 More of the Best Rarity Fanfics to Read for Rarity Day on 9/8/2023!

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There is a saying that nothing bonds people better than commiting a murder together.

It's true.

I am endlessly pleased that my goofy contributions could help result in such a good story.

It's a brilliant bit of dark comedic writing and uses twists well, plus the way in which Rarity justifies assassination for Twilight is genius.

Those words sat heavy on the Princess. "If it helps any," she offered, "You would have had to confront this sooner or later. Even if none of Blueblood's assassins against me had been successful, eventually Twilight Sparkle would assume my throne. Then she would be his target."

Rarity perked up. "Oh! Well then that makes it far easier to deal with!"

Celestia blinked. "It does?"

"Oh, quite. If it was for Twilight's sake, then it had to be done." Rarity sipped her tea before continuing. "Darling, remember that we had no idea the Elements would purify Nightmare Moon into Princess Luna. One does not normally associate powerful ancient artifacts shooting magical lasers with good health, after all." She sipped again. "No, all five of us quite willingly checked off the 'will murder a pony for Twilight Sparkle' box long ago. The fact that she's adorably cute and would never ask it of us ironically just makes us more willing to do so on her behalf."

It took a few moments for the ancient alicorn to digest that - which she covered by sipping her own tea. "I see," was her eventual reply. "I suppose I should be glad I'm not the only one who thinks that way."

There was another minute of silence and tea.

"You know, I have a list of other possible threats to Twilight's rule that I could give you," Celestia abruptly offered in the midst of spreading some cream on a scone.

Rarity's smile grew three sizes. "Darling, that would be wonderful. I would love to cross-reference it with the one the girls and I have already been assembling in preparation. We would hate for somepony to fall through the cracks once Twilight's new order comes about."

And this story is when? 😜.

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:rainbowlaugh:.

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Or was it "burying a body together"?

All in favor of killing blueblood say I
multiple ponies stand up
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Lord Sumptuary Institute For The Terminally Ugly.

I love how the introduction of this institute is immediately followed by a long, parenthesis'd paragraph frantically justifying both its continued existence and artifact title. Garbage Pail Kids this is not.

Fluttershy was chosen very carefully as the companion for this occasion: innocent enough to be a good alibi, timid enough not to charge to Blueblood's aid when he was injured, and still good company to have a pleasant meal with. (She was wrong about two of those three points, but that would turn out to not be relevant.)

Plot Twist: Rarity actually hates Fluttershy's company. jkjk

Not gonna lie, that parenthesis segment kinda made me expect Fluttershy to intervene anyway and administer an immaculately self-devised antidote (perhaps another case of "the answer was 'Discord' and going any further into detail would only be a headache"?) to save Blueblood herself. Part of me does kinda wonder if that would've been a more effective payoff than the coffee, but hey, the latter worked perfectly anyway! (The "15-bit" adjective really sold that punchline IMO.) We got the callback to Flutterbat either way — kudos on putting that creative spoke in Plan C's wheels — so it all comes out sparkling in the wash. (Wait, was that a Twilight pun or a Twilight pun? Shoot.)

"His butler found him three hours later, stone dead."

It was dead silent for several seconds

Ha! It's always those small ounces of wordplay that get me for some reason.

And so they spent the rest of the afternoon discussing who to murder in Twilight Sparkle's name, as well as finalizing plans for her birthday that Thursday.

God, that is a perfect line to go out on! To say nothing of that whole Twilight segment in and of itself; Dewdrops' comment is right on the money.

All in all, some nicely done dark comedy! Rarity might not be John Wick, but she does a pretty good impression of me-as-Agent-47*, and I strongly enjoyed every word of it. Kudos again!

*Shoutout to the time I used an explosive to drop a crate onto a guy's head… only for that explosive to also explode a passing tour group in its entirety. Whoops.

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Well, as far as I actually remember, originally it was "nothing brings closer like committing a crime together", or something along these lines. Or maybe it's about a "secret" in general... I bet similar sayings were appearing elsewhere, it's not something new. Just fun activities, something mutual and all that
I just like telling about murdering, feels poignant!

Excellent work. Delightful bit of characters acting OOC without feeling OOC, and bravo on the descriptions of the past and present assassination attempts.

TCC56 #9 · Apr 6th, 2023 · · ·

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Not gonna lie, that parenthesis segment kinda made me expect Fluttershy to intervene anyway and administer an immaculately self-devised antidote to save Blueblood herself.

Amusingly, that entire parenthetical section was a last minute addition. While doing edits I reread that part and went "Wait, that doesn't feel like Fluttershy at all" and I scrambled to add that little bit to cover my butt.

"I cannot stop his various enemies from attempting to kill him, but I can pick and choose ones who are both deserving and discrete."

"Discrete," Rarity repeated flatly.

"Well, and discreet as well. But once I hired an assassin who was a continuous spectrum rather than an individual, and... Let's just say it was a confusing week multiple simultaneous times."

I love a good "character's actions are utterly bananas, character's personality is unchanged" fic, and this was a particularly good one. Especially the whole "Twilight's cute, of course I'd kill for her!" bit. (Although thanks to the chapter title, now I have a story idea where a stoic, well-groomed older stallion named Candle Wick comes to Rarity with a very strange suit request...)

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Damnation, that's what I get for blindly trusting my spellcheck. (The error is now corrected, thank you.)

(Although thanks to the chapter title, now I have a story idea where a stoic, well-groomed older stallion named Candle Wick comes to Rarity with a very strange suit request...)

Now there's a story in and of itself.

One does not normally associate powerful ancient artifacts shooting magical lasers with good health, after all.

While that’s normally true. When said powerful ancient artifacts are collectively known as the elements of harmony and individually known as the elements of laughter, kindness, honestly, loyalty, generosity and the magic of friendship.

I would say that most people would say that more then likely said powerful ancient artifacts are more then likely non lethal. And thus would would not be associated with bad health.

Well I suppose from an evil doer’s perspective….

So did she get paid?

A few days later, in that exact same room, a curious conversation took place.

"So?"

"So? Oh, Blueblood, I assume?"

"Yeah. I've lived here long enough to know about your game with him, as well as know that his death probably wasn't an accident. So. So...?"

"You were quite right, Rarity was the best choice for this, bar none. Some of her ideas were simply inspired once she told me of them!"

"I know. Why do you think I've got her setup for Head of the Secret Police when I come to power?"

~Skeeter The Lurker

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Behind the curtain: the original ending actually was more or less that. The joke was "Oh yeah, we fed Blueblood through the mirror pool a long time ago and just take a new clone out of stasis when needed. Murdering him is actually how we test new recruits. So anyway, Twilight's gonna need a spymaster once she takes control..."

I veered away from that because it felt like a bit too much silliness when combined with the cause of death.

Love the art.

Ri2

So, does she still get paid, or...?

This was fantastic! Out of all the mane 6, Rarity does seem like she'd be the best murder for hire, even if she manages to screw up literally every attempt. Greatly enjoyed this story from start to finish :heart:

Why am I not following you, your writing is amazing

This was very fun. XD

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It's an "in character" kind of OOC.

The quiet but terrifying power of the Princess of Friendship cannot be overstated. Brilliant tale of Coyote-Roadrunneresque shenanigans in the halls of power. Thank you for it.

Dan

Rarity is spymaster.

Would that make Pinkie Twilight's Mentat?

I assume Rarity would freak out if the Juice of Sapho stains weren't the right shade.

Or maybe, being a gypsy bard, Pinkie would be warmaster.

:twilightoops: Spike , What happened? You look out of sorts...Guilty... What'd you do?
:duck: Yes precious Scales what's bothering you? It's quite obvious darling.
:moustache: You know how I like my bubble baths and Taco Bell lunches? I was visiting the castle when I had a need to 'bubble up'
So I visited the Canterlot castle. found an empty room, filled the tub and soaked and bubbled and sharted.
:raritystarry::twilightoops::trollestia:
:moustache: How'd I know it was Blueys room. By the way Happy Birthday Twi.
:facehoof:
:trollestia: So that wasn't grease. . .

.... I can see this as a legit series though, great job.

I'd never pictured Rarity as someone who would intentionally commit murder, but now that this story explained her reasoning, I can see it.

I'd never pictured TCC56 as someone who would intentionally commit murder, but now that this story has meticulously spelled out several creative, effective methods of doing the deed...

Funny story -- you got multiple laughs out of me. And I'm not just saying that to stay on your good side.

Howdy, hi!

Oh my gosh. This is fantastic. I love how just completely unbothered Celestia and Rarity are in this. Blueblood is such a gladstone duck in this my gosh. Living by being lucky instead of actually smart. The pacing was banger, the murder plots stellar, and the character work here is absoltuely submlime. Absolute banger of a read. Thanks!

This was a blast to read, I loved how Blueblood survived all of Rarity's assassination attempts through sheer, dumb luck. This story is a well-crafted masterpiece and I enjoyed every second of it.

Plus, on a side note, it gave me an idea for a story of my own, so great job.

Fluttershy was chosen very carefully as the companion for this occasion: innocent enough to be a good alibi, timid enough not to charge to Blueblood's aid when he was injured, and still good company to have a pleasant meal with. (She was wrong about two of those three points, but that would turn out to not be relevant.)

Fluttershy smiled as she read the newspaper - a small smile, and one of satisfaction at doing the right thing rather than any kind of enjoyment at what she'd done. Admittedly, she had hoped that the mysterious malady the Prince had suffered would be the thing to do him in, both so that she wouldn't have had to do anything herself and so she could look into his eyes as he died - hence why she'd been so bold as to speak to him.

Still, she couldn't argue with the results, and the greased bathtub had been most effective. Again, she hated that she had to resort to such terrible actions, but it was the only way to make things right. She looked out at the Everfree Forest where she'd released the Prince's victim to grateful hisses.

"Crowing crested cobras are wild animals and they want to stay in the wild. They're not meant to be held captive as pets, you monster!" she said with a final nod.

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This is almost the real ending, and it's quite good.

But have you considered.... Rainbow Dash? Able to slip in quickly, notorious prankster, motive to give Blueblood grief, accidental assassin after greasing the tub for a laugh. (It would have been absolute murder getting it out of his fur, but the broken neck made that moot.

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:moustache: Too much solids after Taco Bell? or was it the gas?
:raritystarry: Idea!
:facehoof: ...

:yay: Iguana Man

This is something i guess?

As an avid mtg player, I can indeed confirm that it is better to be lucky than to be good

Comment posted by Dan deleted Apr 10th, 2023

I think we need four more fanfictions of this type, each of which will tell what Mane 5 is ready to do in order for Twilight's reign was prosperous .
perhaps these five ponies could become a secret sect of assassins who, under the leadership of Celestia, would protect Twilight from the shadows. All for her adorable cuteness!

A very silly and fun story. Quite like it. I kind of want to see new chapters/stories where the other girls have their own dalliances with contract murder keeping Twilight safe.

"No, all five of us quite willingly checked off the 'will murder a pony for Twilight Sparkle' box long ago."

:twilightsmile: <(Hey besties!)
:ajsmug::pinkiecrazy::rainbowdetermined2::raritywink::flutterrage: <(We’d make your enemies beg for Tartarus.)
:twilightoops:<(…)
:ajsmug::pinkiehappy::rainbowwild::raritywink::yay:<(^_^)
:twilightoops::trollestia:<(You sure know how to pick them, not that I wouldn’t do the same.)

Well, I'm following you now, if only in hope of a sequel.

oh that is funny

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Yeah, the ending makes me imagine a sequel where Celestia and Twilight's 8 closest friends sit down and explain to her that they've killed a few doezen ponies who they thought were potential assassins, and then she's horrified, until Celestia's like, "if it helps, everyone on the list was also interested in killing someone else in this room." to which Twilight's like, "That actually makes me feel better." to which Celestia's like, "Yeah, we figured it would."

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:facehoof: Must be the gas
:duck: The smoking lamp is out
:moustache: No sparks or open flames

:flutterrage: You missed the Franchise Wars? Everything is Taco Bell!

Enter :ajsleepy: and :rainbowwild:, two sentinels.

:ajsleepy: Who’s there?
:rainbowwild: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
:rainbowwild: Long live the King!
:rainbowwild:  :rainbowwild:?
:ajsleepy:  He.
:rainbowwild: You come most carefully upon your hour.
:rainbowwild: ’Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, :rainbowwild:.
:rainbowwild: For this relief much thanks. ’Tis bitter cold,
 And I am sick at heart.
:ajsleepy:  Have you had quiet guard?
:rainbowwild:  Not a mouse stirring.
:ajsleepy:  Well, good night.
 If you do meet :heart: and :duck:,
 The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Enter :heart: and :duck:.

:rainbowwild:
 I think I hear them.—Stand ho! Who is there?
:heart:  Friends to this ground.
:duck:  And liegemen to the Dane.
:rainbowwild:  Give you good night.
:duck:
 O farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved
 you?
:rainbowwild:
 :ajsleepy: hath my place. Give you good night.
:rainbowwild: exits.
:duck:  Holla, :ajsleepy:.
:ajsleepy:  Say, what, is :heart: there?
:heart:  A piece of him.
:ajsleepy:
 Welcome, :heart:.—Welcome, good :duck:.
:heart:
 What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
:ajsleepy:  I have seen nothing.
:duck:
 :heart: says ’tis but our fantasy
 And will not let belief take hold of him
 Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
 Therefore I have entreated him along
 With us to watch the minutes of this night,
 That, if again this apparition come,
 He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
:heart:
 Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.
:ajsleepy:  Sit down awhile,
 And let us once again assail your ears,
 That are so fortified against our story,
 What we have two nights seen.
:heart:  Well, sit we down,
 And let us hear :ajsleepy: speak of this.
:ajsleepy:  Last night of all,
 When yond same star that’s westward from the pole
 Had made his course t’ illume that part of heaven
 Where now it burns, :duck: and myself,
 The bell then beating one—
Enter Ghost.

:duck:
 Peace, break thee off! Look where it comes again.
:ajsleepy:
 In the same figure like the King that’s dead.
:duck:, to :heart:
 Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, :heart:.
:ajsleepy:
 Looks he not like the King? Mark it, :heart:.
:heart:
 Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
:ajsleepy:
 It would be spoke to.
:duck:  Speak to it, :heart:.
:heart:
 What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,
 Together with that fair and warlike form
 In which the majesty of buried Denmark
 Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee,
 speak.
:duck:
 It is offended.
:ajsleepy:  See, it stalks away.
:heart:
 Stay! speak! speak! I charge thee, speak!
Ghost exits.
:duck:  ’Tis gone and will not answer.
:ajsleepy:
 How now, :heart:, you tremble and look pale.
 Is not this something more than fantasy?
 What think you on ’t?
:heart:
 Before my God, I might not this believe
 Without the sensible and true avouch
 Of mine own eyes.
:duck:  Is it not like the King?
:heart:  As thou art to thyself.
 Such was the very armor he had on
 When he the ambitious Norway combated.
 So frowned he once when, in an angry parle,
 He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
 ’Tis strange.
:duck:
 Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
 With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
:heart:
 In what particular thought to work I know not,
 But in the gross and scope of mine opinion
 This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
:duck:
 Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
 Why this same strict and most observant watch
 So nightly toils the subject of the land,
 And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
 And foreign mart for implements of war,
 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
 Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
 What might be toward that this sweaty haste
 Doth make the night joint laborer with the day?
 Who is ’t that can inform me?
:heart:  That can I.
 At least the whisper goes so: our last king,
 Whose image even but now appeared to us,
 Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
 Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,
 Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
 (For so this side of our known world esteemed him)
 Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact,
 Well ratified by law and heraldry,
 Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
 Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror.
 Against the which a moiety competent
 Was gagèd by our king, which had returned
 To the inheritance of Fortinbras
 Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same comart
 And carriage of the article designed,
 His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
 Of unimprovèd mettle hot and full,
 Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
 Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes
 For food and diet to some enterprise
 That hath a stomach in ’t; which is no other
 (As it doth well appear unto our state)
 But to recover of us, by strong hand
 And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
 So by his father lost. And this, I take it,
 Is the main motive of our preparations,
 The source of this our watch, and the chief head
 Of this posthaste and rummage in the land.
:ajsleepy:
 I think it be no other but e’en so.
 Well may it sort that this portentous figure
 Comes armèd through our watch so like the king
 That was and is the question of these wars.
:heart:
 A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
 The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
 Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
 As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
 Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
 Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands,
 Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
 And even the like precurse of feared events,
 As harbingers preceding still the fates
 And prologue to the omen coming on,
 Have heaven and Earth together demonstrated
 Unto our climatures and countrymen.

Enter Ghost.

 But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!
 I’ll cross it though it blast me.—Stay, illusion!
It spreads his arms.
 If thou hast any sound or use of voice,
 Speak to me.
 If there be any good thing to be done
 That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
 Speak to me.
 If thou art privy to thy country’s fate,
 Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
 O, speak!
 Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
 For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
 Speak of it.The cock crows.
 Stay and speak!—Stop it, :duck:.
:duck:
 Shall I strike it with my partisan?
:heart:  Do, if it will not stand.
:ajsleepy:  ’Tis here.
:heart:  ’Tis here.
Ghost exits.
:duck:  ’Tis gone.
 We do it wrong, being so majestical,
 To offer it the show of violence,
 For it is as the air, invulnerable,
 And our vain blows malicious mockery.
:ajsleepy:
 It was about to speak when the cock crew.
:heart:
 And then it started like a guilty thing
 Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
 The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
 Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
 Awake the god of day, and at his warning,
 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
 Th’ extravagant and erring spirit hies
 To his confine, and of the truth herein
 This present object made probation.
:duck:
 It faded on the crowing of the cock.
 Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
 Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated,
 This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
 And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
 The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
 So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
:heart:
 So have I heard and do in part believe it.
 But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
 Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
 Break we our watch up, and by my advice
 Let us impart what we have seen tonight
 Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
 This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
 Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it
 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
:duck:
 Let’s do ’t, I pray, and I this morning know
 Where we shall find him most convenient.
They exit.

Insert murder house quest line from elder scrolls oblivion here lol. Loved it

The ending of this is darkly, yet also surprisingly, wholesome.

11552294 Alondro skins another crowing crested cobra that just happened to enter the Everfree right next to Ponyville! "Yay! The Saddle Arabians pay BIG TIME BITS for these things!"

:fluttershbad:

11549998 Alas, all my murders were done alone! :raritycry:

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Get yourself into a relationship! Couples that slay together stay together!
Now that is totally a saying, 100%

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