Displaced HIE(QG), Diehard Cosplayer Richard Donahue is propelled into a world of impossible prediciments. My Little Pony is real, life fibers are somehow taking over Canterlot High, and somehow...Richard is now...a Ryuko?
I worked out for months getting ready for comic-con, just so I could pull off the most awesome cosplay of my career. Genderbent Ryuko Matoi of Kill la Kill. I spent an entire month sewing the damn costume, and in a single moment I find all those hours a horrible investment. I've been transported to a world from a cartoon, and to top it off, somehow I've actually become Ryuko. And if that wasn't enough, my clothes keep asking if I'm feeling okay...
HiE(QG) Displaced
-WARNING- Heavy cursing and sexual references abound.
She was sitting in the second row from the back, staring out the window she had the pleasure of being seated against.
This ordinarily wouldn't upset Ribbon Rush, an English teacher who had taken on what he now classified as the biggest mistake of his life. Being a high school teacher was absolute hell. He should have tried for middle school, gotten to the kids before they went all emo and such. At this point in their life, it was one big source of drama after another. And only a few of them ever really cared about learning anything, anyway.
What truly upset Ribbon Rush, was the fact that the girl was talking. Originally he had assumed she was just talking to herself, before he saw the sliver of a bluetooth headset sticking out of her left ear. Even this wasn't normally enough to upset him, he knew a majority of the students texted on their phones from beneath the lips of their desks, regardless of his policy on no phones during class. They didn't even bother to reclaim their phones, seemingly getting new ones as soon as he took them away.
What irked Ribbon Rush was the fact that this girl -he was at a loss as to her name, she had probably transferred in in the last two days when he had been out sick. The sub had left him with an abysmal report on what had gone on, and had apparently just slept while playing a movie for his classes- was staring out the window. To add to that, she was talking and disrupting the class,as well as regaling the rest of the class on how lame the class itself was. Did she really think she was being quiet?
Ribbon Rush stalked down the center of the aisle, shrugging off the hushed laughter of the surrounding students as they realized he was finally about to do something. The bushy pink haired girl beside her was frantically poking her, trying to get her attention to warn her of the approaching scolding. Pinkie Pie never did like seeing anyone get in trouble, most of the time defusing a situation before Ribbon Rush was forced to act. It appeared this time her efforts were unsuccessful, as the girl studiously ignored the constant poking.
Coming to a stop in front of her, Ribbon Rush stated as calmly as he could, "Your phone, miss? No talking in class."
She stopped her conversation and stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. She gave him an incredulous look, before hiking up her skirt and digging into a pocket in her shorts. She pulled out a flip phone, and handed it over. Ribbon Rush smirked, triumphant, before returning down the aisle to his desk at the front of the class.
"Yeah, he just took my phone. No, we can still talk. So as I was saying," Ribbon Rush heard behind him, as the girl started up talking once more. He looked down at the phone in his hand.
Off.
He returned to the girls desk and held out his hand once more.
"Miss, the phone you are currently talking on. And any others you may have on your person, please." He requested, once more interrupting her.
"You got my only phone, dude," she replied, gazing at him with an amused glare. Her scarf...was the eye looking at him? No, that wasn’t possible.
"I'm not in the mood to play games, I'm going to have to ask you to hand over the headset, and pay attention. This is a classroom, and I expect you to treat it as such. This is your only warning." If there was one thing Ribbon Rush was well known for, it was remaining calm even when his students tried to belittle him. It projected a sense of unease amongst the students, forcing many of them to bend before his tempter truly broke.
"Gonna have to refuse that dude, I'm busy talking to someone important. Buzz off."
Ribbon Rush hadn't had a student be so rude to him since the year previous. A teenager had thrown a bag of feces at his back, and then tried to laugh it off. Ribbon Rush had dragged the student in question through the halls by an earlobe, and deposited him at the principal’s office. The boys parents had tried suing, but Ribbon Rush had counter-sued them for destruction of property, among other things. Needless to say, he had won the case.
Ribbon Rush reached down and snatched the headset off her head. However, his arm inexplicably stopped before it had completed its return to his side, held in midair by the girl’s iron grasp.
She glared at Ribbon as he tried to break free.
"If you ever touch me again without my permission, I will break your arm in so many places you'll be able to scratch your elbow with your thumb," She finally stated, releasing Ribbon's hand.
Ribbon Rush massaged his wrist, trying to restart the circulation. He retreated to the front of the classroom, and tried to calm himself before he responded in an unprofessional manner.
"I dunno, I think everyone called him Rush at the start of the class, but I'm not sure." The girl proceeded to talk to herself once more, ignoring Ribbon Rush. It was humiliating, but he had no wish to pit wills against the girl once again. The entirety of the class did their best to tune out the girls prattling as well. At the edge of his peripherals, Ribbon Rush could have sworn he saw her shirt rustling, the eye on the scarf burning a hole in the back of his head.
What the hell kind of transfer student had he been stuck with? He was definitely going to have to bring his concerns to Principal Celestia…
"W-well, If you'll all turn to the next page in your books..."
Pinkie Pie stopped the ringing timer, setting it aside on the counter. She opened the oven, wincing at the searing heat that escaped into the mildly temperate classroom. Reaching inside, she withdrew an immaculately shaped cupcake. In short order, it was decorated to perfection, a light pink frosting with her specialty melting sprinkles.
Pinkie Pie made her way through the halls of Canterlot High, searching high and low for her quarry. The strange, black haired girl with the red streak through her mop of hair. Most curiously, she wore what looked like a Japanese school uniform, although she wore a pair of jean shorts under the skirt, and a leather jacket over her top. For the first time in weeks, Pinkie Pie was glad that Rarity was on a trip out of the country. If she had so much as glanced at this combination, she would have accosted the new girl to death. Or at the very least, major irritation.
She finally spotted the new girl walking aimlessly through the halls. She was talking to herself again, too. Pinkie Pie liked talking to herself, sometimes the other her's would come up with some truly awesome ideas! They always knew what to say to cheer her up too, if she happened to be in a slump.
Pinkie Pie slinked forward, and stopped in front of the new girl. "Hi! Welcome to Canterlot High! I baked a cupcake, just for you!"
"...Sorry Diane, but I really don't feel like having anything sweet right now," the new girl replied.
THAT was interesting~ How did the new girl know her middle name? She hadn't already met and forgotten her, had she? No! Impossible! Never in a million, billion kajillion years!
"That's too bad... I made it just for you...say, how'd you know my middle name, new girl?" Pinkie asked, placing the cupcake back on her head and bouncing on her heels.
The new girl looked startled, like she had been caught in a lie of some sort. She quickly recovered, launching into her explanation.
"I'm...friends with Maud. Yeah. I must have heard it from her."
Well that sounded like an okay explanation, but how come Maud had never told her that she had such a super special, ultra fantastic friend? Well she might as well ask her!~
"Hi Maud!" Pinkie called, flagging her sister from her route through a throng of tightly knit students milling about the corridor. "I was just talking to your friend? The one you didn't tell me about? How come you didn't tell me you knew the new girl, if I had known I would have thrown you a party!"
Maud looked at the new girl with a blank stare, before returning her gaze to Pinkie Pie.
"I just met her today," she stated in a bland tone that Pinkie Pie was sure was filled to the brim with happiness. "I was actually thinking about going to the museum after school to check out their geology section. Would you like to join me?"
"What? I...yeah, sure, I can't see why not. I didn't have anything important planned or anything. I was just gonna hang around the school, see if I couldn't sniff out any interesting rumors," the new girl stated, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "Think we might be able to grab a bite to eat or anything along the way? I kinda skipped lunch..."
"I don't mind," Maud replied in a monotone, "Pinkie, can you let mom and dad know I'll be skipping dinner? The museum should take us a few hours or so, and I want to treat my new friend to a good meal."
The new girl looked slightly confused for a second. Pinkie wasn't surprised, Maud's inflections were kinda hard to follow at times, but she definitely sounded happier than she had in a long long while! And anything that would make her sister happy was something that Pinkie Pie would gladly get behind, 100%!
"Coolio, I guess I'll catch you after school then? How ‘bout at the statue thing in front of the school?" The new girl asked, relaxing into a slouch.
"Sounds good to me," Maud paused, once more looking at Pinkie Pie.
"Oh, yeah! I'll let them know, and maybe she could come over afterwards!"
"I...wouldn't want to intrude...But I wouldn't be against that either..."
"So your sister is friends with the girl that was talking to herself all throughout all of her classes? I guess like attracts like," Rainbow Dash snidely remarked, lazily strumming at the strings of her guitar.
"Rainbow! Just cause she's a little odd doesn't mean ya should just insult her like that!" Applejack berated her, grabbing the neck of her guitar to halt all sounds from it.
"Gah, fine, lay off will ya? I didn't mean anything by it, and it's not like I was insulting her...just commenting on how weird she is." Rainbow Dash wrestled the guitar away from Applejack’s grasp.
"I have to admit, she certainly is a bit odd," Sunset Shimmer stated, tuning her guitar slowly as she turned the keys. "Every time I saw her, she was talking to someone named 'Senketsu', but she wasn't talking on her phone or anything. The weird thing was… I could have sworn I saw her clothes move separately from her. Like, they lifted away from her skin and rustled about. The thing is… I never sensed anything 'off' with her...she just seemed kinda lonely." Sunset Shimmer stopped, looking around at the faces of her friends around her.
"Well then its good she was able to find a friend, especially on her first day of school," Fluttershy stammered, carefully polishing her tambourine.
"I second that, I'm happy for them! Maybe we should see if they'd like to play with us sometime? My sis has fingers like greased lightning when you get her behind a piano!" Pinkie Pie sat down at the drum set, masking her annoyance at the mistreated drums with a wide smile and a quick five taps at the snare. It wasn't their fault that most students at the school didn't know how to properly treat them. Most of all they were simply struck too hard, at simply too sharp of an angle. The skins were going to break soon, and the set couldn't hope to compare to her own personal set at home.
"That's assuming the new girl even plays something at all, Pinkie. She kinda struck me as an oboe blower though… something weird sounding, at the very least." Rainbow Dash returned her attention to her guitar, letting out a short solo.
"Hey, weird sounding ain't nothing to sneeze at!" Pinkie said with a satisfied nod. "Do I have to bust out the theremin again?"
Rainbow Dash took a second to mull it over, "Okay, so weird things can sound pretty awesome, I will admit. But she's gotta pull her weight if she wants to hang with a band as awesome as ours!"
She started an easy chord, and to her delight Sunset joined in and made it into a duet.
"Sweet!" Pinkie Pie trilled, joining in with a lively beat. "I'll ask her once she gets home tonight, and if new girl is with her I'll ask her too!"
With that the rest of the band joined in, and they jammed for the next hour, playing off of each other and having a wonderful time among friends.
"What’s the next objective?" She asked.
"Its a large, privately owned school called Canterlot High. They don't appear to have any defenses worth mentioning, but there have been...reports."
"Such as?" She asked, annoyed at the lack of information he had given her right off the bat.
"A few months ago, according to a fair number of people there was...some sort of demonic activity. One of the students turned into what was described as a demon and hypnotized the entire school. There isn't much information to be had after that, except that the demon was destroyed by a rainbow. And only a few months after that, some sort of song based demons -I think they called them sirens- turned the entire student body into an angry mob. Again, it was reported that they were 'defeated' by a rainbow. Most everyone we got a hold of was convinced it was some form of magic."
The young woman straightened in her chair, her irritation not reaching her icy expression.
"Demons? Magic? Rainbows?" She lowered her head, thinking deeply. Soon, she raised her gaze upon her loyal foot soldier, and gave him an order. "We don't know enough about the situation to make a complete decision. For now, assign a two star to scout and report back. There may be someone running around with access to life fibers or even a Goku Uniform. Magic?" she scoffed, "Only a fool would believe in such nonsense.”
As such, I'm going to write down my thoughts as best I can, to catalog my findings of my...predicament.
This had been...an off day. It was the first day of a con in L.A., And I'll be arsed if I can actually fucking remember what the con itself was called. This was special in one such way, however. It was a work months in the making, both in physical condition and in personal craftsmanship.
I finished a costume, months prior. A Japanese school uniform, designed to be a genderbent version of the one worn by the main character in the anime Kill La Kill. It was after I was finished that the real work began. I had to shape my body to fit it perfectly. Four months of a strict diet, and an even stricter work out routine. By yesterday, I had achieved my goal, sculpting my body into a chiseled statue of appearance. Whats the point of wearing cosplay if you don't look good doing it, am I right?
Anyway, I digress. I went to the con, I got a bunch of people that recognized my outfit, and actually got to pose with quite a few babes rocking the traditional Senketsu fuku(girls uniform). It was fun. It was only near the middle of the day that my sanity decided to take a dive out a window.
I found this stand, like where you can buy stuff from, you know? There was this creepy guy selling stuff, but I didn't pay it any mind. Why? Because the fucking bastard had the perfect fucking thing for my goddamn costume! A holster, and a replica of the scissor knife Ryuko used in the series. But like, the scissor scissor type! I realize the way I have worded this may confuse anyone who happens to find this diary, and is currently reading it.
In the show, she had a giant scissor blade. Her father had made a giant pair of scissors, out of a material called life fibers, for the explicit purpose of cutting through other life fibers. Something about a cutting motion coming from one side wouldn't halt life fiber regeneration, but from both sides could actually stop it. You watch the show and see if you could understand it any better. Anyway, for a majority of the series, Ryuko only uses one half of these scissors, because one of the bad guys has the other half.
Now, these scissors could do some pretty weird stuff, like fold out additional sections for added length. Or fold up so that Ryuko could actually carry it around in her pocket. In this state, they looked like the same scissors, only normal scissor size.
Of course, I had to have this. I hadn't been able to find anything like this previously, and I had no desire to carry around a sword sized scissor for the entire day, so I had initially vetoed that option. Same went for the container she carried it around in for the first few episodes.
I asked the shady looking guy how much, and he explained that it was $30. I, being the gullible fuckwit that I am, agreed and handed over my greenbacks. I grabbed my purchase, and I immediately felt sick. I doubled over, thinking I was going to be spewing my lunch all over the floor and my stupidly complicated to make boots.
But then I felt fine. I straightened back up, and realized I was straddling a motorcycle, outside of what looked like a high school. The second thing I noticed was that my outfit had changed. I initially thought I had passed out and someone had dressed me up in a sailor fuku as a joke.
That's when I noticed a crucial point, that tipped this from me getting punked, to the reason for my belief that I may be losing my mind.
I had breasts. Not fat titties like I had had only a few years previous from my Mcdonalds and other fast foods diet of horribleness, but, perky, round, sensitive breasts. My waist was tapered like an hourglass, showing clearly from under the suspenders that attached my top to the skirt I found myself wearing. Reaching a tentative hand between my legs, I found I had changed there as well.
I had never been the most well endowed of individuals, but I had never been quite this bad off.
I had found myself in a foreign location, wearing a girls outfit, and with my actual body being that of a girls. For what I was experiencing, I managed to hold my shit together pretty damn well. I parked the bike(my bike? I woke up on it, and although I hadn't ridden one in years, it was simple to get back into the groove.) and decided to explore my surroundings better. That, and I hoped that if this really was a school- like all the teenagers milling about would suggest,- that there would be a lost and found I could hopefully pilfer a pair of pants from.
I actually manged to find a pair of denim shorts about my size, they fit pretty damn well once I found a belt to go with them. I found a leather jacket somebody had managed to lose(seriously, you lose a leather jacket, you think you would at least check the lost and found) and donned it, thoroughly shielding my embarrassment from the world.
Next, I wandered the halls. This school was built by someone crazy, there's a shitton of hallways that just end in dead ends, and craptons of them have barely any lighting!
At the end of one such dead end dimly lit hallway, I found an empty bathroom. It was a single room co-ed bathroom, a grimy urinal that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years was set into a wall, and the toilet paper holder next to the toilet was empty. All in all, it was horrible. But empty, discrete, and thankfully with a mirror that wasn't completely destroyed. It was shot to shit, only half of it wasn't scratched up, but I could still inspect myself more clearly.
What I saw was...troubling. I looked...exactly like Ryuko did, in the anime. black hair with a red highlight framing one side of my face, smooth skin that one might describe as 'alabaster', and an outfit that made my attempt look like a child's first quilt. It was my appearance that prompted my next action.
I grasped the nob on the glove on my right hand. With a sharp tug, I slid it on the track until it came free with a metallic ping. I felt as the glove actually slide a needle into my arm, and winced as it greedily began to suck out my blood.
The outfit I wore twitched, and began to writhe with life. With an echoing roar that shook at the walls of the bathroom, that damn outfit came to life, pleading with me to give it more blood. It wasn't like I could just turn off the flow of blood by sticking the pin back in. In short order, it had changed, forming around me in a semblance of a skin tight catsuit. It looked exactly like it did in the show. Thank god I had tried it out in seclusion.
Now, if I was going insane, was this a reflection of my baser desires? Did I truly subconsciously find the idea of being an objectified sexual symbol to be an attractive possibility? No, I refuse to accept that. I've always found pride in my appearance, never finding any need to relate to my 'feminine side'. I've never found any attraction towards my own gender, even in passing. I am 100% completely straight. No exceptions.
I digress. I conversed with the now animate outfit, and found out this was the first time 'he'(he sounds male, even if he has no real gender and is the form of a female garb) had been truly awake. He had glimpses of memory relating to Ryuko's father, but nothing more. We went through the same song and dance Ryuko and he had in the first episode. I called him 'Senketsu' offhand, and he asked me why. I just gave him the same explanation Ryuko had, that the name meant 'Fresh blood'. He accepted it readily.
When I asked him, he ended the outfit transformation, returning us to normal. From that point on, he barraged me with questions, relating to where we were, among other things. I tried to explain who I was more clearly, but saying that I was a guy named Richard Donahue in the body of a girl named Ryuko Matoi didn't exactly clear anything up.
Senketsu replied with a quip involving a 'Dick in a girl'. As if I hadn't already heard every joke ever made concerning the shortened form of Richard.
So as of this moment, I am apparently wearing someone. I should feel more creeped out about this, but I think due to the fact that it isn't 'my' body he's currently hugged snug around makes it so it isn't as awkward. And the fact that he is a piece of clothing, it isn't like he's a pervert trying to feel me up.
He's only interested in me for my blood.
Exiting the bathroom, I walked the halls once more. Upon closer inspection of the students walking them I came across a...startling discovery. The student body certainly was a...colorful selection.
And no, that isn't a black joke. There were kids with green skin, orange and purple. Everyone had skin tones that would have been quite at home in the frames of the cartoon Doug. That was when a certain fashion accessory caught my eye. Several students walking past wore not only hairbands with ears sticking up, but pony tails that they wore around their waistbands.
I finally recognized the world I had found myself in.
I was in the world as illustrated by the movie Equestria Girls.
I was at Canterlot High.
Finding the front of the school once more, I could see that a large section of the front entrance had been replaced. This proved to me that I was after the first movie, seeing as the entrance had been destroyed in the climax. I found a display case with a selection of photo's which cemented my suspicions. Within it, was a picture of seven girls, each of them wearing ridiculously over the top outfits, most of them holding an instrument with exception of the pink skinned girl with like hued hair. Kind of hard to hold a drum set, honestly.
These seven were the main characters of the movies, Twilight Sparkle( a purple skinned and purple haired girl, who in her original world was actually a pony princess.), Sunset Shimmer(she had bacon hair! it actually looked like bacon! She also was originally a pony in her world.) Rainbow Dash(a cyan skinned girl, her chest and arms toned with muscle, atop of her head a violent plume of rainbow colored hair swept forth), Applejack(an orange skinned, blonde haired girl with a modified cowboy hat perched jauntily atop her head. The red and green tights she wore stretched visibly, easily showing the muscles of someone used to working on a farm for a living) Fluttershy(she had muted yellow skin, and a giant swathe of pink hair cascading from her crown) Pinkie Pie( a pink haired girl with possible powers over reality, although this was never confirmed in the show or either of the movies), and finally Rarity(a girl with eggshell white skin, and a quaff of purple toned hair she probably spent more than an hour on each morning.)
These seven were shown with the text of 'Rainbooms, Winners of the Battle of the Bands' underneath them. That being considered, I could reason that I had arrived sometime after the second movie. A shame, I would have liked a little bit of future information.
In case you didn't know(supposing I somehow horribly die due to dimensional teleportation or getting turned into a turnip or something) Equestria Girls is a movie series based off of the tv series My Little Pony; Friendship Is Magic. I watched the series ever since the first season, and am a proud brony. I even cosplayed as Discord at a brony con last year (April 2016).
That in itself was a bit odd. Why had I been turned into a copy of Ryuko, and been sent to a world from an entirely different series? It didn't make sense. That being said, the baseline of being turned into a girl was in itself pretty damned odd. I was never a believer in magic of any kind, but this situation has opened my eyes quite a bit.
Again, if I haven't gone insane, and am not currently poking at a table with a carrot thinking I'm writing in a book, while drool trickles out of my mouth before someone comes to tuck me into my restraints for the night.
I really hope it isn't the latter.
I wanted to gain more information on the situation, so I decided to put myself through the grinder. I walked along with a random gaggle of students, and sat down in a classroom. I pulled a phone and headset out of the pocket of the jacket(another reason why I couldn't fathom someone hadn't at least looked for the jacket. The phone was old, but who in their right mind would give up on a headset? I know I would have torn this school apart looking if I had lost a bluetooth headset.) to disguise my interaction with Senketsu. Didn't want everyone calling me the 'crazy guy' after only one day.
I assumed I'd actually be able to get away with this subterfuge, due to how the high school was represented in the movies. The bad guys from both movies had had a ridiculously easy time infiltrating Canterlot High, so someone with...slightly pure motives such as myself should have had an easy time of it.
I was proven correct in my assumptions, none of the students asked any questions, and the dumbass of a teacher didn't even notice he had a new student. He never even called attendance! It was really...boring, though. I'd already finished college, high school English was simply a snorefest.
I put the dead phone in my shorts pocket, putting the headset in my ear after I had cleaned it as best I could. I started talking to Senketsu once again, thoroughly ignoring the teacher as best I could. I wasn't gaining any pertinent information from the teacher himself. I could try asking random students after class if they knew anything about anything weird in the area. I could just leave in the middle of the class, but I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself than I already had.
I failed horribly in that regard.
Who would have ever guessed that talking in class would ever have gained the attention of the teacher? Oh wait, everyone could have seen that coming. As it stood, he took the headset from me and I sorta...snapped. I became enraged that he had touched me without my permission, and I threatened him because of it.
Stupid. I should have kept a lower profile. I had put a spotlight on myself as someone who cowed the teacher in front of the entire class, and caused everyone to avoid my gaze. I wouldn't be getting any information from this batch. I'd have to find an entirely new class to start over in. Seeing no more reason to keep a low profile in this class at least, I just continued talking with Senketsu, even without the aid of the headset. I ignored the teacher, and he did his best to ignore me for the rest of the period.
The next class I clammed up, responding to Senketsu less frequently due to one of the inhabitants of this particular period of math. It was Rainbow Dash. She sat in the row ahead of me, doodling in a notebook when she lost interest in the lesson being given. I shudder to think of what her grades were, given her attitude.
In the hallways between the next class, I got ambushed by Pinkie Pie. Balancing a cupcake on her head, she offered it to me with a smile. Just the thought of something so sweet after months of carefully watching my diet made my stomach do a little roll. I didn't want to be rude, so...
"Sorry Diane, but I really don't feel like having anything sweet right now," I replied, using the name I proffered given her full name. Pinkamena Diane Pie, if you were wondering.
I fucked up royally with just a simple fucking word. I should have just called her Pinkie Pie, or at the very least asked for a name and called her that.
"That's too bad... I made it just for you...say, how'd you know my middle name, new girl?" Pinkie asked, giving me a huge smile as she placed the cupcake back on her head and bouncing on her heels. She continued to smile at me, as I frantically tried to think up a lie.
I thought up the perfect one. Her sister! I could say I heard it from her, and that would be that! "I'm...friends with Maud. Yeah. I must have heard it from her." I thought it was foolproof. I was proven wrong, almost immediately. Pinkie Pie looked past me, and her grin grew even wider, waving to someone behind me.
"Hi Maud!" Pinkie called, flagging her sister from somewhere off behind me. I mentally winced at the indignity of the situation, and tried to ignore Senketsu's silent(to others) laughter.. "I was just talking to your friend? The one you didn't tell me about? How come you didn't tell me you knew the new girl, if I had known I would have thrown you a party!"
New girl? Who the hell was she talking about? I thought she was referring to me in her comments to Maud but...oh...gadamnit. It actually took me this long to figure out why Diane was referring to me like that. Fuck if I ain't the sharpest hammer in the sandbox.
I turned around, and got a better look at this 'Maud'.
Gotta say, I was kinda surprised. She looked almost exactly like she had in the movie, grey-ish skin, light purple eyeshadow peeking out over green orbs, and a light purple bob that hung low almost past her shoulders. I might be ten years older than all these girls, but she was hot. One thing I noticed however, was that she had what looked like scar tissue on her knuckles, like, almost a thick layer of it. I wonder what that was about.
She gave me a blank look, and I thought for sure I was going to be called out on my bullshit. She turned back to Diane, and-
"I just met her today," She told her sister in a bland tone that signified she might be elated. Or horrified. Or experiencing an orgasm. Honestly, her tone was so flat I had trouble telling what the hell was going through her mind.
"I was actually thinking about going to the museum after school to check out their geology section. Would you like to join me?" I... had no idea how to respond to this. Was she making fun of me? I don't think so, actually.
"What? I...yeah, sure, I can't see why not," I replied, trying to think of something I could get out of it, "I didn't have anything important planned or anything. I was just gonna hang around the school, see if I couldn't sniff out any interesting rumors." I brushed my hair out of my eyes. My real reason was that I wanted to see if I could access the portal. I shouldn't be able to, Twilight should just have closed the portal right after the end of the second movie. If I could get over to Equestria, I might be able to get my hands on some gems or bits. I had no intention of spending my first night here sleeping on a bed of books in the library like Twilight had.
I had about a seven hundred dollars in my wallet(which thankfully had been in a pocket in ...my skirt, although the picture and information inside had changed just as surely as my body. I still haven't tried any of my cards, hopefully my accounts are still viable.) so I wouldn't have to mooch off her purse strings. "Think we might be able to grab a bite to eat or anything along the way? I kinda skipped lunch..." I never got to eat breakfast either, but that was nothing new.
"I don't mind," Maud stated in a tone flatter than Rainbow Dash's chest, "Pinkie, can you let mom and dad know I'll be skipping dinner? The museum should take us a couple hours or so, and I want to treat my new friend to a good meal." I was elated that I'd get shown around, less so by the fact that I'd have to sit through a boring rock exhibit. I mean, two hours? Just to look at some rocks?
"Coolio, I guess I'll catch you after school then? How bout at the statue thing in front of the school?" At the very least, I might make two new friends in the same day.
"Sounds good to me," Maud paused, once more looking at Pinkie Pie.
"Oh, yeah! I'll let them know, and maybe she could come over afterwards!" I...huh. Pinkamena Diane Pie( who I shall now refer to in this journal as 'Pinkie', regardless as I might refer to in real life.) was a bit of a wild card. She might inform the rest of her group as to my...'condition' before even I knew what the hell I was doing here. I couldn't have just been dropped off here for no reason, right?
"I...wouldn't want to intrude," I started, immediately thinking better of my comment. I didn't want her to get suspicious, "...But I wouldn't be against that either..." That hopefully was better.
Throughout the rest of the day, I kept getting stares, and I heard more than one disparaging comment directed towards my mental health. Seems I had been less careful with my talking to Senketsu. Who had fallen curiously quiet as time went on. I had to assume it was like in the first episodes, where the first time he woke up he fell back asleep, until Ryuko had given him more blood. I wasn't about to spare more precious plasma until I had replenished my stores via some form of food.
I skipped the final class, and headed straight for the portal statue. Looking around, I didn't see anyone around, so I inspected it closer. Trying to kick it where the portal should have been I discovered...It was like kicking a rock. The portal was closed. I let out a sigh and leaned against the flat rock, wondering about how I was supposed to live here, if I was stuck here for any given set of time.
I looked like a teenager, I had no birth certificate(or maybe I did, I had no idea how I was documented in this world, if at all.) but I might be able to get a fast food job. With Senketsu's help, I may be able to pull a job requiring hard labor, but I wouldn't be able to pull my own weight in that regard for months to come, if that. Ryuko hadn't grown strong as her and Senketsu in the first episode until halfway through the series.
It was when I put my full weight on the surface behind me that I accidentally slipped through.
I landed on my back, all four of my new legs pumping furiously to right myself.
Thats right, two transformations in the space of a single afternoon. At least I knew from the movies that this particular one would be negated as soon as I went back through the portal. Maybe it would even turn me back to normal?
As I righted myself, I noticed two crucial things. One, I was still wearing Senketsu, who had transformed into a form that fit my new frame. Two, I was apparently a pegasus. I never imagined myself as a pegasus, always preferring the magic of a unicorn.
I heard a flurry of movement coming from down the hall, so I hurriedly hid behind the giant mirror the portal was situated in. From the other side, I was privy to two 'new' individuals.
"Are you sure you heard something Spike?" Twilight asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I'm telling you Twilight, I heard somepony call out from this room. They sounded like they were surprised!"
Shit, well I guess I did let out a less than manly squeal of confusion when I arrived here.
"Well I don't see anypony here, but... oh my stars. Spike, do you know what this is?"
"A glowing yellow light? Wait, I don't think this one's ever lit up before, what's it mean?"
"I installed this to warn me if anypony managed to overcome the shield I placed on the portal. This means somepony from the human world..."she let out a huge gasp, and the clattering of her hooves sounded like they got closer to the doorway. "Spike, we have to hurry, if somepony from the human world gets lost in Equestria, that could be really bad! Once we're outside, I'll go left, you go right, keep an eye out for anypony who looks like they're having trouble walking, or is simply surprised by what they see!"
"Got it Twilight!"
With that they both ran off, and I was once more left alone in the room with the mirror portal.
I found a piece of paper and an inkwell, and quickly scrawled out-
Didn't check behind the mirror. You fucking idiot. Pleasantries aside Twilight, did you know your other in the human world is a scientist? Your last two adventures over there sure caught her attention, I think it shouldn't be too long until you meet face to face.
If I'm right in my assumptions , some bad shit's gonna go down soon and people might start getting hurt. Like, a lot of people. If not the entire planet. I'm not even joking, and I hope I'm wrong. Ask Rarity what she knows about 'Living Fibers', if anything.
Sincerely Yours, Cheshire
- with a feather from my right wing. Turns out, my wings were pretty dextrous, almost exactly like my hands. But, coming out of my back.
If I'm right in my assumptions, stuff from Kill la Kill would be showing up in Equestria. If it wasn't already there. Same went for the 'human world'. If there was one person that could stand a little forewarning, it was Twilight. She might actually be able to do something about this whole mess, too. Eventually.
I didn't just want to go running to the magical pony princess of friendship for help right from the start, though. I have some pride. Stubborn pride, but pride nonetheless.
I left the moniker 'Cheshire' after a nickname I had had in high school. Seemed appropriate, given the environment.
I stood once more in front of the portal, and pushed my way through it.
Once through, I climbed up on top of the statue and commenced waiting. Either Twilight would come through searching for 'Cheshire'. or she wouldn't. About half an hour of waiting later, Twilight was a no show. Maud however, showed up just like clockwork.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked, her voice never wavering from its flat tone.
"Hmm? Yeah, sure. Gotta ask, do you have a car?" I wasn't against a bit of walking, but I'd rather ride in a car as opposed to 'my' motorcycle.
"No." she waited for my response, so I did my best to accommodate her.
"We can take my motorcycle then, you okay with that? You'll have to guide me though, I'm new in town, don't really know where anything is."
"Motorcycle is fine. The museum is about ten minutes away, and The Rove is in that area. They have granite baked bread that is simply to die for," she drawled in her monotone, never once shifting an octave.
Once we arrived at the museum, Maud led me to a a rock filled hall, and proceeded to tell me which each piece was. When I prompted it from her. Otherwise, she was fawning over the various chunks of rock, the slightest ghost of a grin tugging at the edge of her mouth.
It wasn't even that boring, with the amount of trivia Maud spat out, did you know that pumice is the only naturally forming rock formation that floats? And scoria is apparently a dark-colored igneous rock with abundant round bubble-like cavities called vesicles, formed inside of a volcano. Rather interesting stuff, all around.
It was after about a couple hours (where did the time go?) that we had exhausted my attention, and my stomach finally caught Mauds. With a grumbling retort that belied how empty it was, she gave me an empty gaze, slowly raising an eyebrow before asking 'Are you ready to go?'
We made our way to 'The Rove', and it turned out to be a bit of an Italian joint. It wasn't really my body, so I decided to splurge and get a plate of chicken alfredo. Maud had a bowl of rock prawn, in a sauce whose flavor I couldn't quite place. And damn it all if the bread she had been mooning over wasn't fucking delicious as all get out. All in all, I had a good time. Didn't even have to go through the bullshit of a date, both of us posturing to the other in an attempt to demonstrate our compatibility. Or the neck cracking testosterone filled bro fest of hanging out with a guy.
It was fun.
When we were leaving 'The Rove', I saw something that made me sad. It was a sign, showing me that my life was going to get harder, and there was no turning back. It was either take it on head on, or let it run over me like a freight train.
It was a teenager. A very fat teenager, wearing a sumo wrestlers loincloth. This wouldn't be that much of a cause for dismay, if not for the fact that the fabric of it rippled with black and red fibers, that twisted and wove together like they were alive. He was wearing a goku uniform. Based on the vest he was wearing,- and the two stars thereon- I could reasonably assume that I was correct in my assumption on Kill la Kills influence on this world.
"Leggo ya skeeve!" shouted the young girl the sumo wrestler had grabbed. His meaty mitt wrapped around her left arm, his hand almost as wide as the entire length of her arm.
"Calm down half pint, I just want you to answer the question," The big guy let out, in a tone and octave belaying his size -and sounding more like it should come out of the mouth of Elmo.- "Have you, or have you not seen anything weird at your school?"
"I ain't no stoolie ya shlub! Even if I knew sumptin, I wouldna tell ya nuffin!" the little girl replied vehemently, frantically kicking at the guys leg. To no effect. For a girl that sounded like she was from New York, she sure was giving him the works. I barely understood half of what she was saying, and it appears the guy was sitting in the same boat.
The guy slapped her in the face, forcing her to fall silent as she nursed a bloody nose. I was about to say 'fuck it' and go super saiyan on this guys ass, fuck the consequences and all the trouble I'd be getting from basically donning a slutty outfit and beating the shit out of some random guy. Man, a random police officer would have loved that in their report.
I didn't get a chance.
Maud blasted past me, leaving an honest to goodness wave of pressure in her wake. She leaped up and decked the guy in his face, leaving him to careen across the street and flatten a parked car. I think it might have been a Fiat... She sent the girl back to wait by me, and she stood her ground as the sumo wrestler shakily made his way back to stand before her.
"You think you're tough shit, bitch? You got lucky with a sucker punch. That shit wont work on someone like me, if I know its coming. I'm a sumo wrestler, girl! I'm an unfucking movable wall of muscle! Punch me all you like, once you're tired I'll get my answers, one way or another!"
With that, he struck a pose in front of her, giving a wide grin.
Maud was silent for a few seconds, until finally she replied.
"All that makes you," she paused, lifting the back of her shirt and drawing two knuckle dusters from hidden holsters. She flipped her hands a couple times, suddenly wearing them over her knuckles. She placed her elbows at her waist, her closed palms facing upwards. She stepped forward, and gave the poor bastard the last words he heard that day. "Is a bigger target."
Both of her arms snapped forwards faster than I could track, burying themselves all the way up to her biceps in flesh. The guys stomach twisted inwards into the pits she dug with her fists, and he let out a horrific gout of vomit, before falling over, unconscious.
Maud returned her weapons to their hidden sheathes, and walked back towards us, ignoring the guys gasped cries of pain.
"Sorry about that," she flatly stated,not even out of breath, "I just couldn't stand and watch. Are you alright?" she asked, directing her attention towards the young girl. who now that I had time to inspect her turned out to be the humanized version of Babs Seed. Babs Seed was a relative of Applejack, in the cartoon.
"Not for nuttin miss," Babs Seed let out with a breathe of air she had been holding since her arm was freed, "but you knocked that gavone into a bloody mess. You sure he's alright?"
Maud looked back to the prone form of the sumo guy, who contrary to Babs commentary hadn't actually been bloodied. He had two bright red circles where Maud had struck him, which were both well on their way to becoming angry darkened bruises. His chin and all down the front of his vest were stained with his bile, but as far as I could tell there wasn't any blood in it.
"He'll be fine," Maud stated, turning her attention back to Babs Seed. "I pulled my punches."
Well, if that wasn't a terrifying image, I don't know what was. A little skinny teenager beating the shit out of a not only a hulking sumo wrestler, but one bolstered by the power of a two star goku uniform. For a normal human, that shouldn't be possible.
"What about you Maud? Are you okay?" I asked.
"She coulda took dose gibb-"
Okay, I'll admit. Babs Seed's accent is difficult to write out. For the duration of this diary, I shall just be writing her words as best I can remember, in a neutral accent as best I am able.
"She could have taken that guy, and five others just like him!" Babs stated, looking up at Maud in reverence.
"Certainly an excitably kid, isn't she?" Senketsu purred, rustling slightly about my midsection.
I left them to chat for a second, and made my way over to the downed sumo. Pulling out my scissor knife/blade, I got to work cutting the guys loincloth and vest off of him.
"What are you doing?" Senketsu asked.
"I'm stealing his goku uniform, so that we can break it down and use the life fibers to make you stronger. If we get enough," I paused, pushing the fatass over so I could free the vest from under him, "We should be able to make it so you can evolve, and gain new abilities like flying and shit. Eventually, You should be able to talk and let people other than me understand you."
"That would be a lovely change of pace."
"Oh shut it. Point is, we take this so we can get stronger. Usually we'll probably end up having to fight for these, so hey, bonus right out the gate." I finished and made my way back to Maud and Babs Seed, both of- well, Maud was still giving me a bland stare,- them giving me an incredulous look.
"What? As I figure it, this bastard goes around beating up little girls, he can stand walking home in nothing but his birthday suit. This looks rather...unique," I held the loincloth away from me in disgust, before balling it up inside the vest, "So instead of just leaving it in some random dumpster for him to find if he looks hard enough, I'm gonna torch this later on."
Maud nodded, and Babs gave her support as well. "Jerk deserves it. If I see him again, I'll beat him up myself!" Babs Seed claimed.
"Well, as entertaining as this has been, I think we should probably get going. You got a ride...Sorry, didn't get your name there kiddo." I wasn't going to be making the same mistake twice. Or at the very least, I was going to try not to make it again.
"My names Babs Seed, don't you forget it!"
"Pleasure to meet you Babs. My names R-" I stopped, unsure as to what to say. I couldn't introduce myself as Richard. Not as I was currently. Finally, I made my decision. "My name is Ryuko. And this is my friend Maud."
"Well thanks once again. I don't have a ride, but it's only about an hour away. I'll be fine."
I looked at Maud, and she gave me a look. I couldn't really distinguish it from any of her other looks, so I just assumed it meant I should insist giving her a ride home. Or it could have meant she had to go to the bathroom. Or perhaps she just figured out world peace.
"Come on, I'll give you a lift. You can wear my helmet."
We left soon after, stopping to drop Babs Seed off at her home.
After a few minutes -at Maud's direction- we made it to the Pie residence. Her parents were just like they were in the show, except apparently they owned a landscaping business. Diane was predictably excitable, going on about parties and pastries. The other two sisters -I never did get their names, I excused myself as soon as I was able- were off in their own little worlds, greeting me and then returning to their phones.
I apparently made more plans with Maud, agreeing to come back tomorrow after school and having dinner with the family. I really don't know, I just couldn't say no. She has that whole, overwhelming personality thing going on.
I made my way through town, eventually stopping in front of a seedy looking hotel. The night paid for -$47- I inspected the sheets on the shabby bed, assuring myself that they weren't too horrible. No bedbugs, or lice, anyway. That might be semen stains on the hem of the sheet, but I digress.
I popped the nob on my glove once again, and Senketsu flowed back to life once more.
"Thanks for the blood, I was starting to feel a bit sleepy."
"Bedtime can wait for a few more minutes, can you do anything with this, instinctively?" I held up the balled up Goku Uniform, ignoring the smell.
"Besides what, look at it?" he snarked at me.
"Yes, besides that. Ryuko's dad apparently made you with the ability of 'Absolute Absorption'. You can absorb life fibers, and their abilities, to let yourself grow."
"Well if you really think so...wait...I can feel...the strings you cut..." Senketsu paused, the vents located along my back suddenly heating up. Senketsu tangibly heated up around me, warming my skin. Suddenly, the Goku Uniform...fell apart. All the strings that made it up unraveled, and the red tinged strings of life fibers were sucked up into Senketsu. He let out a low purr, then disengaged, returning to the form of a school uniform.
"That it? You got it?" I asked. Senketsu rustled around my waist, peering his eye up from the scarf wrapped around my neck.
"I got something. Not sure if its what you were talking about, but it sure was something."
I fell back onto the bed, not even bothering to pull out a sheet to cover myself. It was a long day, after all. And tomorrow, I had to go directly back to highschool. I already finished college, I didn't wanna go back to highschool. But they were there. The main six. I didn't have much faith in their abilities in turning back a force that basically could kill the planet, but maybe if they still had their magic or whatever, maybe they could eventually help. I had to find Rarity, and talk to her. If there was anyone that could create something to combat the Goku Uniforms, It was Rarity. What with her being a dressmaker, I could only assume she'd have some sort of hidden insight that would lead to resistance.
All would come when it came. All for tomorrow.
"Good night, Ryuko."
I waited a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. I finally settled with acceptance. I may be going insane, but this is my insanity. I'm going to ride it to the end. I'm going to dominate it, and make it my bitch. I'm going to turn this into the best days of my life.
"Good night, Senketsu."
"I want her."
"Unacceptable. I need her here," the younger lady rebutted, anger barely restrained in her voice, "She has been paramount to the sewing clubs development. Thanks to her, we've been able to boost life fiber percentage to 50%, without animistic rage setting into the wearers."
"That is precisely why I want her, daughter of mine. With her fingers working towards the betterment of all, the garments that would come would be truly magnificent. I was informing you simply to be cordial. I am taking her. She shall work alongside the grand couturier, and create the most beautiful of arraignments. That is as it shall be."
The younger woman reigned in her anger, letting the only emotion to reach her voice and face be cold determination.
"As you wish, mother."
The older woman left, leaving her daughter alone in the room. After a minute, her faithful butler entered, touting a platter with a teapot and a teacup. He served her in silence, letting her anger simmer and dissipate.
"We needed her, Soroi. She was brilliant. She might have tipped the scale."
Soroi gave an affirming nod, refilling his masters cup.
Possibly one of the most boring things I have ever taken part of. Willingly, of course.
I arrived before school started -I had no idea when it started, turns out I arrived an hour early- just so I could try the portal again.
Pushing through the stone -took more pressure than it did yesterday, it seems Twilight found my note and decided to strengthen her shield- I tumbled through the portal. I managed to keep a lid on my yap this time, letting the only sounds to echo throughout the room be the clopping of my new hooves.
"That...just felt weird. Can't say I like it." Senkestu said, twisting his eyescarf to look around the room.
"Ditto on that. I heavily prefer hands. I'm just gonna take a look around, then we'll jump right back through. Can you keep an eye moving, see if anyone takes an unhealthy interest?" I asked, cycling my legs to familiarize myself with them. Finally I settled on a crawling motion. It wasn't exact, but it let me move and not look like I was flailing around.
I looked around the room to better acquaint myself, and immediately saw a new addition. A giant whiteboard, my letter taped to the exact middle of it. That wasn't the impressive thing about it though. Red lines, tracing to pretty much every word I had written out the day previous, going all across the board to little notes she had made. Everything from noting the way I did my 'L's to correctly assuming that I was a male, about in my 30's. 'Feather marks denotes that the traveler is a pegasus in Equestria.' 'excessive use of language suggests the human is short tempered, with a violent streak' 'he was hiding behind the mirror! why didn't I check behind the mirror? mental note, ALWAYS check behind the mirror whenever I come in the room from now on.' '
So Twilight had been a busy little bee. I was going to have to be even more careful. A shame, I will admit a perverse pleasure had been gained from pulling one over on her.
There wasn't that much else in the room, aside from another whiteboard, still pristine and white. I exited the room, peering both ways before I made my way forward. Walking down the hall, I stretched my wings, giving them test flaps to see if I could actually fly. Surprisingly, I could get airborn, but it was...hard. Surprising, right?
"The hell are you doing?" Senketsu asked the third time I got airborne.
"I'm testing out the capabilities of flight. Eventually, you'll get that ability too. So I might as well get accustomed to it, right?"
"I will admit...being able to fly does sound quite appealing..."
"Indeed. Whoa, hold up," I jumped in the air, hovering just above the door frame as two bodies walked through and down the hall.
It was Twilight, talking with a pony I didn't recognize. Red hair, in a short bob. Some shade of green for his body, and a pair of crossed rulers for his cutiemark.
They passed directly underneath me, talking animatedly about 'homing spells'. That didn't bode well. If Twilight found out some sort of spell or something that could lead her right to me, all my fun would cut short. I mean...It'd be bad. Somehow. Yeah. That.
After they were well out of earshot, I fell back down to the ground. Quickly making my way outside, I found myself on the edge of pony town. And no, I don't have any problem with pony puns. I just like to call it pony town. 'Ville' just sounds weird to me. Always made me think of A Hundred and One Dalmatians.
A shame that Twilights castle was based so far out of town. There was no one around, and if I was to return I ran the risk of being spotted by anyone wandering by. Twilight, specifically.
I cast my gaze about, but was disheartened by what I saw. More over, by what I didn't see. I guess I was sorta just expecting there to be gems sticking out of the ground every few feet. I guess if that was the case, they wouldn't have had any value within the shows universe. Even Rarity had to use magic to find gems, beneath the ground. And then she had Spike -or some other unlucky sod- dig them up for her. Although that line of thought led to an interesting possibility.
That led to some interesting possibilities in itself. Rarity would have tons of gems just lying around, right? And If I happened to help myself to a few of them, it wasn't like she couldn't go out and find more, right?
I made my way through town, keeping an eye out for a carrousel topped building. Once I found it, I slunk forward and opened the door.
"Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique, and magnifique!" singsonged the happy little dressmaker. I didn't want to talk to this Rarity yet, although I guess it was stupid of me to assume that she wouldn't be here.
"Uh...hello."
"Hello? Smooth." Senketsu snarked at me. I made a mental note to get him back for that later.
"Hello darling, and might I say that is a wonderful ensemble you're wearing... if a bit dreary. And are you wearing...a skirt and shorts? My dear that is a fashion faux pas! Let me select something for you , this will only take a second."
"That's okay, I'm just here to deliver a message anyway," I replied, trying to cut her off before she got 'in the zone'.
"No no no, I won't hear of it! Try this on," she said, hovering an especially frilly 'dress' directly in front of my face.
"Um, no thanks. I don't wear dresses," I protested, waving the atrocity away.
"But... you are wearing a dress..."
"I'm wearing a skirt, and the only reason I'm doing that is because he's alive."
I don't know why I told her that. I guess I just wanted to screw with her a bit. My main goal here was to get Rarity to leave so that I could steal from her (god I know that sounds bad, but it isn't like it would hurt her in the long run. She could just go out and find more.) and hop back over to my...to the at least 'kinda' human world. I could probably get a fair amount for only a few gems. Might even be able to trade it in for gold, come right back and buy even more gems. Might seeds, baby!
"Alive? Now darling, I'm all for attaching persona's to ones clothing but-"
I cut her off with a guttural snort, garnering a look of disdain. "I'm not 'attaching persona's or anything like that. My dad was a bit of a scientist, he made Senketsu from something called 'life fibers' when I was just a young...filly." I stumbled over the word filly, almost inserting the proper wording. "Senketsu isn't just a piece of clothing, he's an actual soul attached to the fibers."
"Aww, you really care for me~" God damnit Senketsu shut up.
"So you mean to tell me," Rarity started, placing the dress she had been levitating back on the rack where she had gotten it from, "your garment is alive?" she asked, amazement wide in her eyes.
"Yes, but that's besides the point. Again, I just came here to bring you a message."
"But, a living garment-"
"No, stay on track here darling," I stated dryly, putting as much sarcasm as I could on her favorite word. I don't think she noticed. "Message."
"But, but-"
"No buts, MESSAGE. This yellow pegasi with a pink mane wanted me to ask you to come out to her house and help her make a bunch of outfits for her today, as soon as possible. She said you should bring as much fabric as possible, seeing as there's 'so many little critters'. Well that's that, not that you don't seem nice to talk to and all, but I kinda have studies to get back to." I turned to leave, but Rarity grabbed my new tail with her magic, holding me fast.
"She's got your tail. Senketsu remarked, oh so helpfully.
"Please dear, do stay for a minute, I don't even know your name!"
"I...can you let go please? You're going to kink the ends." I stated, trying to figure out some other wording I could use to make her let go.
"My apologies, I do know how much hard work goes into a good tail doo." With that she let go, using her magic to smooth it out. God damn it felt amazingly good.
"Uh...thanks. I guess. Well I do need to get going, so I guess I'll just tell you my name and be on my way. My name's Ryuko Matoi, his name is Senketsu. I guess I could come back after my tutoring, if you want..." I had no intention of just sauntering back in once I robbed her, but I didn't want her grabbing my tail again.
"My name is Rarity, it is truly a shame that you have to leave so suddenly, please do come back when you find yourself able. I'm sure I can find more than a few choice accessories that could go along quite nicely with, ah... Send cat soup?"
Senketsu started complaining, a grumbling that itched at the back of my head.
"Senketsu. Nice first try, though. Later Lady, have a nice day making little animal outfits or whatever it was she wanted you for."
I turned to leave once more, quickly exiting the shop. I crossed the street and hid in the bushes there, keeping an eye on the boutique. She didn't come out the front door, and after a few minute of waiting with some random branch poking me in the butt I was starting to get worried she might not have given my 'message' high priority.
Sure enough though, about ten minutes after I left, she came out from around the back dragging an ornate cart behind her. She opened her front door, and levitated several rolls of cloth out and placed them in her cart. She hung a little sign on her front door, and closed it.
She then hopped up on the cart, and with a burst of magical sparkles from her horn the cart rolled off.
I emerged from the bush, brushing off the random leaves. Going up to the door of the boutique, I could see the sign she left read 'Back by Noon'.
"Now what?" Senketsu asked.
"Now," I replied, pushing open the stupidly unlocked door. I don't think it even had a lock on it. "we just go in. These ponies are way too trusting."
"What exactly are we doing here again?" Senketsu asked.
"Gems are easy for unicorns to get in this world. Rarity has it the easiest, it's part of her special talent. These gems could be worth a lot more to me over in the human world than they could ever be here."
"So we're stealing from her?"
"Basically, yes. I'll pay her back when I'm able."
"That...I'm not comfortable with this, Ryuko."
"Whats not to be comfortable about this? It's not gonna hurt her, at most it will take her one more afternoon to get back what I'll take and more. And after all this mess is sorted out, I'll come back and repay her. No big."
Senketsu fell silent, and I started poking through Rarity's shop. It wasn't long before I found a chest stuffed with various jewels, so I started tucking them into my pockets. Finding myself with bulging pockets, I swiftly left, making a beeline towards Twilights castle. I didn't see anyone along the way, so I just went inside.
Similarly, I wasn't stopped within the castle, and easily made it back to the mirror room. As soon as I crossed the threshold a light in the corner of the ceiling lit up, continuously flashing.
"That's...new."
"Yeah. Yeah it is. Lets hope it just has limited usability and just tells her when someones been here, and doesn't record video or anything," I mused. That would be bad if she figured out who I was right off the back. All because I didn't expect her to 'activate keylogger' on her own stuff. Of course, if I was her I would have just shut the portal down whenever I wasn't using it. I had already proven I had gotten through the shield, and in that situation I would have shut EVERYTHING down till I knew for sure what happened.
I stepped back through the gate, giving a stretch as I returned to my normal stature. As normal as the frame of a girl that's a foot shorter than me is. I checked my pockets, and the gems I had managed to pilfer jangled around therein, unchanged.
"Happy?"
"Oh please don't tell me you're sulking."
"I'm not sulking," he responded.
"Well then how about a little pep in your step? We got a whole day of school to get through, and again. It's not like this is going to hurt her. And I'll pay her back! So no worries!"
I went back to the lost and found, found a fanny pack and jammed all the jewels in it. I had grabbed quite a few, so the thing was practically bulging with them. That was the only good thing about it, it was a puke green color that completely stood out against Senketsu's black.
Let it never be said that I have an eye for fashion.
"Hold it new girl!" a brassy, almost boyish voice called out behind me. Turning around confirmed my suspicions as to whose voice it was. Rainbow Dash. Rainbow haired, main guitarist for the Rainbooms. Bearer of the element of Loyalty. Well, her counterpart, anyway.
"Whats up, Pride Parade?" I asked, a slight grin and an inflection at the end to signify my merriment.
"Pride..hey! I'm not gay!" she claimed, placing her hands on her hips in a very 'peter pan'-ish manner.
"Never said you were," I lied, "Was just commenting on your hair. Love the doo ya got going. A shame a pretty girl like you doesn't swing my way, but hey, thems the breaks." Rainbow blushed at my implications, but managed to continue all the same.
"I...sorry, I didn't mean to say...'gay' like it was a bad thing..."
"Water under the bridge," I cut her off with a wide smile. "You wanted to talk to me? Also, it's Ryuko, not 'new girl'."
"Oh, uh...yeah. You were with Pinkies sister yesterday, right?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Maud, and yes. We had a lovely day at a museum," I laughed at the look of disgust that filtered across her face. Rainbow Dash probably would die of boredom if she ever found herself in a museum for any other reason than mandatory something or other.
"What?" she snapped.
"It wouldn't kill you to go to a museum once or twice in your life, you might find something that interests you," I told her.
"Bunch of old things that are decaying and gathering dust? No thanks," she retorted.
I took a step forward, putting my face less than a foot from hers. "Imagine this, a room filled with nothing but prehistoric weapons, a giant bone club that probably caved in the skulls of more men than we can count! A Roman gladius in a case only a few rooms away, one of the weapons most preferred by the best army on the planet! Only a few rooms away from that, planes! Every plane imaginable, hanging from the ceiling, displayed on the floor, each with a little itty bitty card that tells you when the plane was made and its specs!" I know I managed to hit a nerve with that last one, the way her face changed from one of red tinged embarrassment due to how close I was, to wide eyed wonder at the thought of avionics. I had her hook, line and sinker.~
"Ooooh, a plane girl, eh? Well you can could find all that and more, if you simply looked in the right museum," I flippantly stated, stepping back and giving her some space. "So, did you have an actual question, or were you just wondering about my personal life?"
"I didn't... I mean... You attacked that teacher, right?"
"I perpetrated self defense when he touched me without my permission, but in short yes. I grabbed his arm and threatened him. Not really attacking, per say."
"Oh..." she looked down at the floor sheepishly. "The way the rumors said it, it sounded like you full up whacked him in the face."
"Well you shouldn't always place stock in rumors, should you?" I asked, giving her another grin. "And I'm sorry, I'd really love to chat, maybe try to get you to see my side of things," I at this point had reached out a hand to give her a light whisper of a stroke across her shoulder, but she brushed it off as soon as she could, "or not. Regardless, we are both about to be-"
I was cut off by the sound of the bell ringing its klaxon call.
"Late. How comedically appropriate. Well, I guess I'll see you in third period. And so sorry, I didn't catch your name?" I had learned my lesson with Pinkie Pie. No more randomly letting these people know I knew them.
"The name's Rainbow Dash, and don't you forget it!"
"Well then, Rainbow Dash, see you later~."
"She's weird," Rainbow Dash whispered to the girl sitting next to her.
"What? How so?" Applejack replied, chewing on the end of a mechanical pencil as the teacher continued on to talk about the revolutionary period of Lithuania.
"For starters, she came on to me." Applejack gave her an incredulous look, as if to say 'so what?'. Rainbow Dash looked at her until she let out a startled gasp. "What? Oh my god, you too? Why does everyone think I'm gay? I'm not!" she hissed.
"Well shoot, I guess fer starters the hair-"
"This is natural! I don't even dye or anything!"
"Then the fact that the inside of yer bedroom has nuthin but pictures of girls-"
"Sally Ride, Pancho Barnes, Sophie Blanchard..anyway, they're all famous female aviators, c'mon, I've told you this at least a dozen times!"
"Sorry Dash, musta slipped my mind. I wouldn't have a problem with you if you were a homosexual, ya know,"
"I'm NOT gay," Rainbow Dash hissed back, gaining the attention of the teacher.
"Ms Dash, would you mind repeating what I just said? If you were paying attention, it shouldn't be a problem..."
Dash wasn't able to reply, much to the suppressed laughter in the class. After a humiliating round of laughter, the teacher bade everyone to quiet down, and for Rainbow Dash to 'actually pay attention and learn something'.
"Whatever," she whispered, with the teacher once more giving his lecture. "Anyway, she apparently didn't attack a teacher like everyone is saying she did,"
"No kiddin?" Applejack muttered, concentrating on writing down what the teacher had just said.
"Yeah, according to her she just grabbed his arm and told him off after he touched her."
"Pretty much what I figured," Applejack replied.
"What? And how did you 'figure' that?" Rainbow Dash asked irritatedly.
"Well, she weren't expelled, was she? I think that's evidence enough. The principal and vice principal are lenient, but it's right there in the school rules. A student attacking a teacher is to be expelled, no exceptions."
"Oh...well I guess that makes sense."
"Darn tootin it does," Applejack replied, erasing a typo.
"Well don't expect me to have memorized the rule book for freaking high school."
"I haven't memorized nothin', it's just common sense," Applejack retorted.
"You just said it was in the rules!"
"I skimmed it at one point, and remembered seeing it. Not like I memorized it."
"Suuuuuuuuuure."
"Miss Dash!" bellowed out the teacher, his face red with irritation. "I'd like you to stay after class, we need to discuss your blatant disregard for class etiquette."
"Awww, man!" Rainbow Dash whined, ignoring the laughs of her classmates.
High school sucks. End of story.
Three whole classes, and not a single instant of it worthwhile. A few students tried making friendly with me, but I brushed them off as best I could. Surprising how pushy a gaggle of girls can be.
I got hit on more often then I would have wanted too, and none of the gender which I would have. I punched the first guy, slapped the second guy, insulted the third. After that I got too melancholy to deal with it. I just started ignoring everyone that tried to talk to me, walking by as if they weren't there.
Maud hadn't shown up in any of the classes I had found myself in, but that wasn't all that surprising. I had been going to random ones, hoping I could overhear something interesting. So far, nothing more juicy than 'I hear Flash Sentry turned down another girl! I think being with Sunset Shimmer might have turned him gay-uh!'
I made a decision to try and find Flash Sentry, the 'Brad Bland' of this saccharine infused world. He wasn't a main character or anything, but he still had a wide range of friends. According to the movies, at least.
That being said, trying to find him among a sea of other hilariously bad colored hair styles turned out to be a lost cause. Senketsu wasn't much help either.
"How about that one?"
"That's a chick."
"Are you sure? I can definitely see a mustache."
"Positive."
"What about that one?"
"Nope."
"That one?"
"That was literally a medical dummy being wheeled by a teacher."
"Huh, it looked like it was running down the hallway to me..."
It seemed I'd have to wait till one of the lunch periods to find him. If the movie was anything to go on, he'd more than likely spend it with a couple of his friends, shooting the breeze and diddling around on his guitar. Might be able to break some common ground there, I don't play professionally, but I do have a dab hand at the guitar. Of course, I hadn't tried since I got here, I just knew my smaller hands were going to play havoc with my ability to play.
I entered the lunchroom, looking to and fro for the 'dude of canterlot high'. Waifu stealer at large. Seriously, the amount of hate that guy gets is insane.
I tried my damndest to ignore her. Pinkie however had other plans, continuing on until Applejack finally came over, a frown stamped across her face.
"Would you like eat with us?" she asked blandly, reminiscent of Mauds monotone.
"If I do, is she gonna keep staring at me the entire time?" I asked.
"She hasn't blinked... she is literally making her table shake... Ryuko, I'm scared..."
Applejack looked back at her table, and when Pinkie saw her do this she stood up and waved her arm frantically.
"More than likely. But I hate to say it, it'll probably just get worse if you don't come over."
"Worse? How could it get worse? Wait, don't answer that, I can tell just by looking at her. Fine, but I don't really have anything to eat right now. Gimmie a minute."
I walked off, all the way to the lunch line. Cafeteria food might be disgusting, but as long as I shoveled something down my throat they wouldn't be able to get me to talk.
"We aren't actually going over there, are we?"
"We don't really have a choice," I hissed back, smiling at the dumpy lunchlady. "If I don't go over there, Pinkie is just going to escalate."
"she scares me"
I tromped back over to the table which the human ball of sugar called her home. Plopping my tray of mild cancer down on the table, I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. Rarity was noticeably missing. Well there went any reason I had for staying for any length of time.
I opened a bag of mild cancer, and pulled out what kinda sorta looked like a sandwich. Tasted like several different kinds of oil and grease.
"Sho," I said around a mouthful of quasi-food, "Did you need to tell me something?"
Pinkie didn't stop smiling.
"Is something wrong with her?" I asked, panning to look at the others.
"Nah, she's just being Pinkie," Rainbow Dash said dismissively.
"That doesn't exactly sound comforting," I mumbled around a mouthful of what I ASSUME might have been intended to be mashed potatoes. But why the hell would they serve that with a sandwich?
"I've always found it rather reassuring..." Fluttershy said-whispered. "In a way, you always know what to expect with her."
"In the effect that you never know what to expect?" I asked.
Everyone nodded as Fluttershy let out a strangled squeak.
"So, I saw your guy's picture in the trophy case, you all won a battle of the bands or something?" I asked, trying to ply them with small talk.
"We're the Rainbooms!" Rainbow all but shouted. "We came, we played, we were awesome!"
"Settle down, Dash," Applejack chastised. "In answer to yer question, yeah. I play the bass, Rainbow here is our main guitarist and primary singer. Pinkie Pie's our drummer, and Fluttershy adds a bit of extra flair with her tambourine. She even writes up most of our songs! Our keyboard guitarist is out of the country on a bit of va-cay, but Sunset here more than takes up the slack as our second guitarist."
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Ideaaaaaaaa!~ I just had the best idea ever. What if I...
"What about the purple skinned girl?" I asked coyly. "Gotta say, she looked awfully familiar."
A series of uneasy looks filtered their way around the table.
"In fact, I could even say that she looks a LOT like my best friend. Freakishly similar, although Twilight would never be caught dead without her labcoat." Everyone present twitched something fierce at the mention of Twilights name, and further confusion at the mention of 'her labcoat'.
"Oh? So the name... Twilight is also familiar to you? Well that's just weird..." I swallowed, to allow my words to be as clear as possible. "Seeing as Twilight almost NEVER comes out of her lab, and for as long as I've known her she's always said she would never be caught dead in a dress. But what did I see when I was looking in the case? Not only someone that looks EXACTLY like my friend, Twilight Sparkle," I noticed with glee that everyone at the table was silent, and trying desperately to avoid my gaze. "But apparently she was also wearing what looked uncannily like a dress, at an event called a 'Fall Formal'. Another Thing Twilight would never be caught dead at. Add that to the fact that there's been this nonsense of magic and whatever."
I nodded my head towards Sunset Shimmer, giving her a slight smile. "You don't even wanna know some of the more ridiculous rumors I've heard about you. One bad period and then you're the 'raging she-demon' of the entire school, amiright?"
"Uh... yeah... sure... that." She weakly replied.
"So... Seeing as you girls obviously know this girl, maybe you can tell me why she's been going around, pretending to be Twilight Sparkle?" I led, watching with delight as each and every single one rose as a single unit, each of them yammering excuses for why they had to leave.
By far my favorite was Applejacks. 'I think Applebloom is over there talkin' to a boy, she knows no datin till she's in high school!', indeed.
I pushed the tray of food away from me with a grimace. The joke was worth it, but the 'food' was not.
"I've been thinking," Senketsu started, his voice speaking clearly to me as if in my head despite the roar of the motorcycle engine. "What exactly was the point of that stunt yesterday?"
I gave a low sigh, turning right at the stop light before it turned red. I didn't answer, dreading the conversation at hand. I knew he was eventually going to bring it up, but he had kept quiet on it for the entire day since. It wasn't like I could talk to him while on my bike, I could barely hear even myself speak as it was. It gave another minute to myself, Senketsu staying silent as he waited for me to reply.
I pulled into the parking lot, setting the kickstand and turning the engine off in one fluid movement.
"The point of that was to throw them off balance," I said, flipping my phone open and pressing it to my ear as I took off my helmet, "And keep them that way. I don't really know how they'd react to me if they really knew about me. About what I am, and the troubles I've brought to their peaceful little school. And town, I guess."
"But how does this make it any better? As far as I can see, you've just drawn their attention all that much more towards you. You could have just avoided them, but you went and confronted them. You really are a special kind of fool, aren't you?"
"Why you," I snapped, almost breaking the phone in my grasp. I had forgotten how much guff he had given Ryuko in the show. A couple remarks as to how 'fat' she had been getting, eating an unhealthy diet. Suffice to say, he wouldn't be having that problem with me if I fell back into my own comfortable routine. Of course, I'd have to step up my exercise regimen to keep up with my new body. I probably wouldn't be gaining any noticeable muscle mass, but I would still get stronger. "Just because I didn't really think that far ahead, doesn't mean you should get to insult me. That's just plain rude."
"Rude or not, what you did was just plain foolish. Where are we, anyway?" Senketsu asked, his eye swiveling around to look at our surroundings.
"The next phase of our plan," I stated, unmounting from my bike, "Can't just let all my begotten treasures sit and languish," I looked up at the sign of the shop I had parked in front of.
Crystal Flasks'; Jewelers and Goldsmith
"Gotta sell them somehow."
"Ma'am," the elderly gentleman said, squirming in his seat. He was a squirrely looking fellow, ochre-ish skin with a long pointed face. It was like someone had taken a wax sculpture of him and melted the face for a bit. He had a ridiculous silver grey combover, a vain attempt to stave off a large bald spot. It wasn't working. He should just shave it off and Picard it. "I don't... really... feel comfortable about this..."
"What exactly?" I asked cockily, "The part where a little girl comes in with a shitton of jewels there's no way she could have gotten? Or the fact that all of these," I drew an invisible box around my displayed gems, displayed as they were on the table between us, "Are perfectly cut, better quality gems than most of what's in your store?"
"Now look here, little lady," he said, trying to make himself look imposing. It failed miserably. "I have half a mind to call the cops on you-"
"But you won't," I cut him off, standing up. "Because, number one," I reached over and popped the nob on my glove, allowing Senketsu to transform us.
"Fuck you I'm magic."
His eyes shrank to pinpricks, and they darted over every inch of me. He was frantic, trying to decide between ogling my lessened attire, screaming for help, and simply gasping out a squeal.
He went with the squeal, a piddly little noise that trickled out of his mouth with no volume or bass behind it.
"Number two, I know where a magic portal is where I can simply cross over and pluck these things right out of the topsoil." His gaze locked onto mine, desperately wanting to believe me. I guess his greed superseded all his other inhibitions. Goody for me. "That's right, precut and just waiting to be taken. All you have to do is be able to perform magic, go on over, and cast a little spell to lead you to gems. A little out of your league," he gave a slight hiss, his burgeoning smile faltering for a split second, "But hey, all you have to do is buy them from me, and then sell them for a profit."
He wore a contemplative look, eventually meeting my gaze again. "A hundred for the lot."
I let out a derisive bark of a laugh. That little shit. "Unless you mean a hundred thousand, then I believe you have missed the point and DON'T want a continuous stream of money flowing into your place of business. Or should I say, my place of business?"
"You can't-"
"I am offering you the chance of a lifetime, and yet you seem to keep wanting to throw that away. I can literally go over there, and pick these up off the ground. I am basically offering to give you a retirement package that'll allow you to end up in some high rise living like a king. Quit trying to cheat me out of helping you, or I will take my business elsewhere. All I'm asking is that you keep selling stuff, just like you have before. I'll give you the jewels," I made a gesture out of it, sweeping my hands to the sides away from the pile, "and give me a third of the price. No more, no less. Then you sell the little bastards, and invest in gold. Gems over on the other side, they're almost worthless because of how plentiful they are. Actually I take that back. Just do things as usual, and I'll find out what they're yearning for as an import. I was gonna say get the gold so you could give it to me to buy a crapton of jewels, but this way sounds better to me once I think on it. They use gold coins as their currency. Solid gold coins. Can you smell the moolah yet, Flasky? Yes? Then help me out. Give me a good deal so I actually want to come back here."
He looked back and forth from the pile on the table to the back of the room, as if he were contemplating asking the wall to help him out. He chewed at the ends of his nails, a disgusting habit. "Ten... thousand?" he asked hopefully. Still trying to swindle me, the gall of this cheeky toad.
"Seven hundred," his eyes lit up momentarily, then his face fell into a scowl as he finally heard the unspoken 'thousand'.
"I... I... I can't-"
"Flasky, this entire pile is obviously worth half a million. Are you seriously going to sit there and try to insult me with a measly ten k?" I asked, letting out a low sigh.
He stammered and tried to formulate a response, finally settling on, "One... one hundred thousand?"
"Six fifty," I countered. If he wanted to haggle, then I might as well give him that as much. I felt momentarily ashamed for asking for so much, but this pile was actually more in the millions if my guess was correct. This guy full well knew that.
"I... one fifty?"
"Six."
"Tw-two!" he belted out.
"Five fifty."
"Two... twenty five?"
"Five twenty five," I retorted.
"Th... three... hundred... thousand," he wheezed out, his flesh showing a reddened tinge.
"Four hundred," I confirmed, pleased that he was finally getting serious.
"I can't go above three hundred and forty!" he called out in desperation, "I literally can't go above that, I don't have any more funds!"
I gave him a wide smirk. "Fine then. It sounds like a good enough deal to me," I stood up at the end of this sentance, giving a long stretch of my arms. "But if you try to lowball me in the future," I unfolded my scissor in one swift motion, cutting the table in half and sending the pile scattering in all directions. "You'll find out just how fucking magic I am."
I drove down the road, a comfortable weight on my wallet. That Crystal Flask guy had caved, wiring twenty thousand to my bank account. Seems he had been saving that in his 401k, but he wouldn't have agreed if he didn't think he couldn't make a killing off of them. Thankfully, it seems my bank accounts and all my other stuff tied to my credit cards followed me, albeit in my new name.
I first made my way to an IT&P -good god, I really hope the rest of this world didn't have such copywrite dodging names as AT&T had gotten saddled with, that was just embarrassing.- and got myself a smart phone. I had never been able to justify spending over a thousand dollars on a phone, but this seemed like a good chance to see what all the fuss was about. Phone acquired, protective case -CraneCase. Freaking cranecase. my god.- enclosing it. It was an ugly thing, a flat rectangle of metal and plastic.
I used my new found connection to the internet to find a better hotel to park my behind at. God knew I wasn't going to spend another night at the place I had for the last two nights. Only double the price, and in a much better location and with a score of three stars. Whatever that meant. Probably put on their own webpage by themselves.
I went and bought some bread, peanut butter and jelly. I could use the minibar to keep my bread and jelly refrigerated. I'd go tomorrow and buy some better food, but anything was better than that swill Canterlot High were forcing on their students. I arrived, putting myself down for a weeks worth of residence. I'd have to look around for a place I could actually rent, staying in a hotel was expensive.
I quickly made a couple sandwiches, putting them away in a plastic bag from the box I had also bought. It wasn't the roomiest, but I put it in my puke green fanny pack. There was much more room after I had gotten rid of all the stuff I took from Rarity.
I drove to Canterlot high, aware that I had missed almost the entire day. Happily, it seems I had arrived just in time for lunch. Joy.
I made my way through the lunchroom, conscious of the fact that the main six were trying their damnedest to avoid my gaze. Looking every which way but at me. Whatever, suited me just fine. I plopped my behind down at the table of a certain guitar wielding lad. I suppressed a smile as out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sunset Shimmer lurch to her feet and throw a furious glare my way.
I found Flash Seeentry~
"Uh... hi?" he tried to introduce himself, the other members of his clique staying quiet as their unspoken leader welcomed a newcomer.
"Hi! My names Ryuko. I'm new in school, and I couldn't help but admire your lovely guitar, is that a Les Paul?" I asked, trying to direct his attention off of me and onto his material possession.
"It is, actually!" he said, a smile on his face as he looked down at the guitar around his midsection. "Lost Paulie has some of the best stuff for cheap," I mentally gagged, 'Lost Paulie'? kill me now. "And the sounds that come out of this thing are simply awesome. Are you a guitar player?" he asked, his gaze dipping back to me.
"Kinda sorta. I dabble. Never anything close to professionally, and I haven't really tried since I... finished my growth spurt. Having all my fingers continuously hit the wrong strings and frets even when I do the same dang thing I always did, that's just an unwanted bowl of frustrating." I wanted a believable reason for why I would potentially miss notes. Not like I could just say 'I used to be a guy! My hands are smaller now!'.
"Whoa, bummer," he said, reinforcing his 'surfer-brah' image to a T. "Well you should get back into it, if you really liked it. No sense in letting a growing body keep you from enjoying the bliss of music. Hey, you should totally ask the rainbooms if you can borrow one of their backup pieces, they keep a couple just in case that I know of."
"You mean... the group giving me the stink eye from that table over there?" I asked, innocently pointing them out with a subtle jab of a finger.
Brad bland -also known as Flash Sentry- followed my point, settling on the table the main six were sitting at. They'd been watching us intently, upon being discovered they all turned their attention elsewhere in varying fashions.
"Huh. Weird," he mentioned, seeing as Sunset Shimmer was giving him all kinds of indecipherable hand signals.
"I don't know why, but I don't think they like me," I said with as much childish innocence I could lather on, "I wanted to ask if any of them knew where a girl named Rarity had gone, why she wasn't at school. But I don't think they'll talk to me now," I added, trying to make my tone sound sad.
"Rarity? Well hey, I know that chick!" he belted out, giving me a wide smile. "She hasn't been in school for a couple weeks... haven't seen her around, at least. Don't know more than that though, sorry," he said sheepishly, scratching at his head in an anime-ish manner. "I could always just ask the girls for you, if you want,"
"Would you? Oh thank you!" Against my better judgement - and because I wanted to sell the performance as far as I could. Also, the hope of seeing their faces was a bit of a bonus- I half stood up, hugging Flash Sentry and turning my face so none of them could see my attempts to hold back a manic smile. If this worked, it would be so damned worth it. I let go, leaning back and gave what I hoped was a sheepish grin. "That would mean a lot to me, I've been friends with Rarity for like forever, but her new friends won't talk to me. I just hope nothing bad has happened..."
"Just leave it to me," he said confidently, slinging his guitar around to rest on his back. He made his way to the girls table, so I finished up my sandwiches. I said a short goodbye to his silent friends, raising my phone to my ear and placing my hand over my other one. The perfect cover. 'Oh no, its much too loud in here, I'll just step out for a second so I can hear myself think,' One of my ex's had used this out almost religiously, you could have set your watch by it.
I left the lunchroom, trying to keep myself from laughing. Sunset Shimmer had looked like she was going to explode. I'd call that a win.
I retreated to an out of the way classroom, watching through a crack in the door as a familiar tangle of pink hair flashed by. Seems I had ducked into this classroom just in time. If Pinkie Pie was on my tail, there was nothing I could do to evade her once she set her sights on me. Good thing she didn't see me go into this room.
I pulled out my second sandwich, and dug into it.
"You know, if you eat like that all the time, pretty soon you won't be able to put me on," Senketsu chastised me. Little brat. Now he was going to lay into about my eating habits too? I knew what I was doing.
"Oh shut your face."
"I don't have a real face to shut."
Crystal Flask tightened the magnification on the glass he was using to inspect the facets of the jewel before him.
That girl... she had no idea what she had come across. This one solitary diamond was of a size to be worth at least five times what he had given her for the entire lot. Perfectly cut. a certain shine that seemed to glow from it's inner depths. It was perfect.
And that was just one of the smaller ones.
Crystal Flask let out a half delirious laugh. What a stupid little girl, what a monumentally lucrative situation that had just dropped into his lap. It was as if the goddess herself had come down and given him a second chance.
He had been the victim of a cruel joke of fate. He had wasted his life in medical school, and even years past that before he had finally been given the chance to become an actual Doctor.
Doctors get more money, after all.
It had been fine for twelve years after that. Everything was fine, he had been raking in obscene amounts of money. All that had changed with a little girl. She had had the purest cream colored skin, and hair the deepest chestnut. He couldn't forget her eyes.
A deep, piercing aqua blue. He'd never forget those eyes. That fucking bitch went and died under his care, ruining his fucking life.
Her parents had immediately cried fowl, blaming him of all things. It wasn't his fault they hadn't told him about an obscure allergy she had. They were her parents, it was their damn responsibility to inform her DOCTOR of such a fact. They didn't. Did the courts care? Fuck no.
He had been charged with malpractice, and effectively blacklisted from any potential jobs. That wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but god forbid a hospital continue to employ a doctor with an alleged malpractice charge. To hell with all the years he had faithfully served them, screw the fact that he had been the best doctor in the whole fucking hospital.
'Wasn't worth the bad press', they said.
Fucking bitch. Why couldn't she have just died somewhere else.
He had no luck finding a place that would take him, no one wanted to be associated with 'Doctor 007'. He had finally gotten work from his cousin, a lowly entrepreneur that dabbled in jewelry. His own sizable funds had been drained by the girls parents, sucking out his money as surely as their daughter had slaughtered his dreams and career.
His wife had left him, calling him a failure of a man. She was a bitch too, she had only married him for his money and position. Gold digging whore.
His life after had been dull and listless, barely making enough to equate to a fraction of his previous life style. He paid for a run down shack to live in alongside his multitude other renting neighbors, and barely had enough left for a crappy car and microwave meals.
He had finally saved enough money to strike out from under his cousins eye, opening his own to distribute and repair jewelry. He had miscalculated on the ferocity of the multitude of loans, burying him under crippling debt. He was going to lose the only thing he had managed to build up for himself, the only money he had was that he had stolen from his investors. Sucked for them, but he'd be out of the state before they even knew.
And then she walked through the front door of his shop.
A dumb little girl who was as she said 'fucking magic. She had the ability to fill his bank accounts like no other. Finally the ghosts of his past would be left in the past.
"Stupid girl," he drawled, sifting his hands through the pile of gems. "Bring me more..."
"Bring me more."
I finished my sandwich, brushing the crumbs off of Senketsu onto the floor. That was how you got ants, but oh well. I hope they had a good janitor. A quick peek out the door clarified that the Pink Terror known as Pinkamena Diane Pie was nowhere to be seen.
I slid into the hallway, flinching as a hand snaked its way over my shoulder.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~" a sugar laden voice trilled from behind me.
"I... how did... I didn't..." Senketsu choked out.
I slowly cranked my head to look behind me, tracing the length of the pink arm that had a nigh iron grip on my shoulder. Well she wasn't really holding me, but the light pressure was just as surely a hobble as the real thing.
"Uh... hi there Pinkie, didn't see you there-"
"I know!" she chirped back at me.
"Well... uh... did you need to talk to me about something?" I asked in a quiet tone, careful to not let my voice break. What was she up to?
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed, looking me over from head to toe.
"Does she know?" Senketsu hissed at me, needlessly whispering. It wasn't like she could hear him, right?
I said nothing in response, giving Pinkie a sheepish grin as she hemmed and hawwed.
"Nope!" she finally belted out, as she let loose with a gigantic smile. "But I know what you are," she said in a suddenly flat tone, ice in the phrasing as her smile disappeared. For a second and a half. Then her brilliant smile returned, and she hummed to herself as she skipped off down the hall.
Senketsu and I stood in silence for a good minute or two, neither of us willing to speculate on the current events.
I finally broke the silence, the cold aftereffect of that little... bizarre occurrence becoming too much to bare.
"Wanna go to Equestria?"
"She can't follow us, right? ... Right?"
"Honestly, don't know. But at least if we're there we can expect the locals to do weird ass shit. Instead of here, where they do it just to mess with you, I swear to god."
"Anyplace is better than here if SHE'S anywhere near here," Senketsu said miserably.
"Good, we're in agreement. We can't go now though, Twilight's probably gonna be up and monitoring the portal for anything new right now anyway. Plus I don't wanna risk anyone seeing me walk straight through a rock. They might go off and tattle to the Rainbooms," I reasoned.
Instead of giving said Rainbooms more chances to piss me off for the rest of the day, I just went home. Er, hotel. Kinda like home, I guess. Both started with an 'h'.
Really, what more could you ask for?
"Whaddaya mean she skipped out?"
Pinkie Pie gave Rainbow Dash a bemused smile. She had just told her that she had seen Ryuko getting on her motorcycle and driving off before final period, hadn't she? Silly Dashy, she couldn't spend all day repeating EVERY single thing she said.
"Does she even actually go here?" Sunset Shimmer asked. "I've snooped a bit as an aide, and I have yet to see her on any of the attendance forms for any of the classes she's been in."
"What, so she's just showing up? Without even trying to register? Not too smart, is she?" Applejack suggested, "Even the sirens went an' got all registered as ac-tchull students. Or maybe she went and done got herself registered, but she's been goin' to the wrong classes without realizin' it?" Applejack looked around the group, seeing if any of the others agreed with her.
"I... I went to the wrong classes for an entire week my first week of high-school," Fluttershy admitted, a flush of red flashing across her face. "No one bothered to tell me, all the teachers just thought I was a placeholder to check on their performance and report back to the principle."
"Is that why Mrs. Piccadello is always giving you dirty looks?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Yeah..."
"So it's possible," Sunset confirmed. "We should still run this by Principle Luna and Celestia, what us being right about the sirens, they should at least give us the benefit of the doubt to start off, right?"
A round of nodding went in a full circle, and their choice of action was made.
I shivered for a moment, snuggling down deeper into the sheets around me.
"Everything all right?" Senketsu asked, hanging from the bedpost above me to drape over the bed.
"Yeah," I said, kicking off the sheet to let the cold night air wash over me. "Just for a second had a chilling thought what Twilight might do if she found us out. Can you say, 'eternal test subject'?"
"Eternal test subject," Senketsu cheekily replied.
"You little brat."
A good nights sleep greeted me thereafter, allowing me to get rest I oh so desperately needed. I ate a brief breakfast of cereal, making my way to the school and the portal on campus. It was apparently Saturday, according to my new phone. No students to be wandering around and making it harder to get in and out of the portal, yay. Still a few teachers here and there, but easily enough avoided.
I had Senketsu transform before I dashed through, hopefully to make it harder for Twilight to see what the hell came through the portal at near warp speed. Thankfully from the flash of the room I saw, both Spike and Twilight were fast asleep. I stuck my head back in to double check, and sure enough. Snoring like babies. Must have had a late night, waiting to see if anyone came through. Sucks for her, if she'd been well rested she might have seen me.
I left the castle, making my way into town. I stuck to back ways and alleys, watching the ponies go about their daily lives. Senketsu had long since turned back to normal, leaving me to jump up on the roof of a building under my own power. I could probably have just normally jumped the two stories on my own with Ryuko's body, but the addition of pegasus wings made it easier than getting booze with a legal ID. Just a couple flaps, and here I was. Man, having wings rocked. I hope Senketsu unlocked 'shippu' mode soon. Being able to fly in both worlds would be so fricken cool.
"Hey! You up there!"
I craned my head downwards, looking for whoever called me out. The voice sounded familiar enough... and sure as rain, guess who it was.
No really, guess.
Made your guess yet?
If you said the Cutie Mark Crusaders, give yourself a cookie. Specifically, Scootaloo who had called me out.
"Hmmm... Hello there girls," I started, giving them my biggest smile. Might as well not make them suspicious of me, right? "Hooooooooows it goin'?"
The three members of the CMC gave each other a look, then turned back towards me.
"Are you Ree... Rah... Ro..." Applebloom stuttered out, starting over each time as the name sounded wrong.
"I am Ryuko, yes,' I confirmed.
"Rarity wanted to talk to you as soon as possible!" Sweetie Belle belted out, "She's in her shop right now, I'll go get her for you!" she chirped happily. With that she ran off, followed closely by her two friends.
"Wait up Sweetie Belle!"
"Don't just run off without us!"
"Why is it when I watch them... I get an overpowering sense of foreboding?" Senketsu asked.
"That would be because they are destruction incarnate. If anything stands between them and their quest for cutie marks," I responded, directing my gaze down to look Senketsu in the eye-scarf, "It will inevitably end up covered in tree sap."
Senketsu waited until they were completely out of eyesight to ask "What is that?"
"What is what?" I asked irritatedly, starting to wander off. I didn't exactly wanna be there when they arrived with Rarity in tow. God only knows what she wanted to talk about.
I looked over where he was telling me to... and there on the ground something caught my eye. It was... for lack of better words, a REALLY large marble. Cats eye, blue and purple. It was really pretty looking. Oh god, am I now magpieing after every shiny thing I see on the ground?
I picked it up, balancing it on one hoof. "Well, it is rather pretty, but why were you making such a fuss about it?" I asked.
"For starters, it wasn't there from before when those three showed up, and secondly it... it kinda feels like life fibers," Senketsu confided.
"Really? It just looks like a glass ball... although I guess since the scissor itself is hardened life fibers any kind of configuration is possible." I rolled it around in my hoof, admiring the way the sun made it light up. "Whats it doing on this side of the portal though? I guess that means they're gonna start making trouble for real on this side too..." I grumbled. It was then the small globe lit up, light pouring from inside its depths.
“Let those who value the freedom of all sapient life and the beauty of nature call upon the name of Medulla," called out a voice, echoing in my head without sound, "In your hour of need and I will lend aid… Or if you want to hang out or whatever that's cool too.”
"Medulla?" I asked, the light dying down. "Never heard of him. Maybe he's an ancient guardian or whatever from Equestria's past?"
"You don't know? And here I was thinking you knew everything," Senketsu teased.
"Beside the fact that that's physically impossible, there's bound to be some things I don't know about all three sides. Equestria has to have some things related to its history I can't account for, I've only seen my worlds version of it through the medium of a tv show," I explained. "And everything relating to you is getting drained though an 'equestrian girls' sieve. So, think we should call him?"
"You... you're asking my opinion?"
"Of course, we're a two man group, All for one, one for all."
"Well then... I say we call him. If he starts trouble, we can just 'show him the error of his ways'." Senketsu said confidently.
"Well then, I guess we're unanimous. Heeeeey, Meduuuuuulla?" I trilled, rolling the marble back and forth on my hooves. "Come out to plaaaaay-eee-aaaay?~"
"That... why are you doing that?" Senketsu asked humorlessly.
"Its... damnit Senketsu, it's a reference to a movie."
Nothing happened for a few moments, then an unnatural pressure grew around us.
"Whats happening?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I retorted, standing my ground as the wind whisked around us.
The speed of the wind grew, kicking up leaves and whirling it in a circle around us. It built till a hole opened in the air above us, vomiting out a bipedal figure. It posed as it hit the ground, adopting a disco pose with jazz hands as it cried out.
"Heeeereeee'ssss Medulla!" it called out... assumably, psychically.
"... the hell is that?" Senketsu asked incredulously.
"That... I think... Are you... A Mewtwo?" I asked, my confusion seeping through into my voice.
"Yes, I am a Mewtwo... Why do your clothes talk?" he asked, looking us over as he did.
"Uh... he's a soul attached to a substance called life fibers?" I offered unsurely. What the hell was a mewtwo doing in Equestria? Wait... he heard Senketsu? Oh, duh. Psychic pokemon.
"...You can hear me?" Senketsu asked, amazement tinging his words.
He let out a wry chuckle, the sound echoing around us, "Of course I can here you, anything with thought I understand. 'Life Fiber'," he paused, giving us a closer look, "that sounds familiar..." He seemed to recognize my outfit and appearance, "'Kill la Kill'? Never actually saw the show, but I was interested and I know bits and pieces from reviewers," he paused, giving us a closer look, "Oh, you got gender-bent, funny thing is you're not the first of us I've met that got turned female."
His words... didn't add up. He knew about Kill la Kill? If he was actually an age old guardian of this world, how could he possibly... wait... what if, "Are you... were you a human?" I asked hesitantly. "Are there others here? How many? And," I thrust the marble towards him, "What is this? Senketsu said it felt like life fibers, but after... well, meeting you, that doesn't seem like that likely of an idea."
Medulla levitated the mega-stone in front of himself as I tossed it to him, "This is a mega-stone, it enables me to become even stronger. Taps into my true power, as it were, so no its not life fiber... I was right, I'm the first Displaced you've met. I hate to front load this information, so suffice it to say, there's lots of humans that bought stuff at a con, and got teleported to a version of Equestria and given powers based on what they bought." I looked around sensing hostility and ponies searching. "Is somepony after you?" he asked.
"No! Why?" I asked, a bit too much emotion in my voice. I don't know why I was so worried, if he wanted to he could pry into my memories like an onion. He was going to figure out what I had done sooner or later. "Okay, so maaaaaaybe Rarity might be after me for yoinking a bunch of her gems. Or to find out more about Senketsu."
"No, it's not that per say, Rarity is there with Twilight," he confided, looking off into the distance. "Rarity want's to go full designer mode on you and 'Send Cat Soup', and the name 'Cheshire' keeps bouncing around in Twilight's head. You need a distraction?" he asked, turning back to me.
"Twilight? Yeek. It is too damn early for her to find out about me. And fuck no to Rarity getting her grubby mitts on me. I hereby ask that you please kill me before she can get me into a dress. Please, yes please, and holy god please yes please to the offer of distraction. If you could just lead Twilight and the others away from the castle, and meet me at the portal? It's a mirror thing in the middle of the castle." I took a second to think, what if he could- "Can you take a peek inside Twilights cabasa, see what all she's done to the portal and the portal room? I just wanna know if she's booby trapped the room, with magical sensors or something."
"Naw, she just knows when individuals go through the portal. She wants to make a spell that places a tracker, but that hasn't worked yet," he said in a reassuring tone. "You head that way, I'll start making explosions to get the princess's attention." he said with a wry smile.
We made it back to the castle without any problems. I had to wait for a few minutes for Medulla to reappear.
He did so by teleporting right in front of me and scaring the bejesus out of me. Fucking asshole. And then he had the gall to boop me on the nose!
Medulla didn't respond, instead turning his attention to a stack of unused paper. He levitated a piece of paper over and began writing what I can only assume was a letter. I wasn't reading it over his shoulder, so I have no idea what it said.
"Can you write a note for me too?" Senketsu asked suddenly, surprising me. "I can't explain this desire... but I really want to leave a message saying 'I really like your mane', for Twilight. Would that be alright?"
He didn't know any of the memes, did he? Could he be unconsciously leaching information from me while I sleep?
"What?" he asked in a genuine tone at my confused gaze.
Or maybe it was just coincidence. "Nothing. Just... a weird request."
"Sure," he said, adding it to the end of his note. "PS: Senketsu likes your mane".
"Now we really should get going through that looking glass." he said a little too flatly as he stepped through the portal.
"No, wait!" I called out, ineffective due to the fact he was already gone. I rushed over to the note he left, smearing a line of ink with my wing over Senketsu's name.
"Why are you-"
I cut off Senketsu, "Rarity knows your name. I don't want her blabbing to Twilight that she thinks I'm the pegasus based on your name."
"If she could even remember it properly," he retorted bitterly.
"Oh come on, Sending Katty Soupbowl," I said playfully, diving towards the portal, "She'll get it eventually."
I came through in a roll, and I bounced up on my feet. I looked around for Medulla, but the only one here was some teenager who was... staring at me.
He wore a black and yellow baseball cap, turned backwards 'leik ah gangstah'. He had a one strap backpack he had slung over a white, red and white hoodie, topping a pair of black shorts that reached past his knees. Boring, red and white sneakers. Just your average teenager. His hair though... it kinda looked, for lack of a better word, 'anime'. There was just a big tuft of black hair sticking out the front from under his hat.
"You... wouldn't have happened to see where my friend went, would you?" I realized with a start I wouldn't actually know what he looked like on this side of the portal. He'd presumably be human, but I had no way of knowing if he kept his pokemon form or not. "He's... well... he might be wearing white... and purple?"
The kid fell on the ground laughing, after he composed himself he said, "Nope this is me. Do you have any idea how nice it is to be able to talk again?" After standing back up and dusting off his shirt he said, "So, anything I can help you out with on this end?"
"You're... but you..." I stammered. "You look so... normal." I poked at his back, half expecting a pair of wings to burst out and ruin the image. I had a start of realization.
"You.... you're psychic!" I exclaimed, jabbing a pointing finger in his face. "I know this is a bit much to ask," I clasped my hands together in suplication, "But do you think you could probe the minds of the student body, see if anyone actually knows where Rarity is?" He gave a pointed look behind me, at the empty parking lot.
"Okay, yeah, it's Saturday. I bet if we waited a couple hours and headed into town we'd be able to find at least one of the main six. Wanna catch a movie? All the actors are weird colors, but an action movie is still an action movie." I mentally thwapped myself for not realizing it was him from his skin color.
He scratched his chin and said, "What movies are playing? It's seems sad to say but all I remember from before I was Displaced was all the media I ever consumed, nothing about me... Oh you should take this back," he said as he tossed the cats eye marble thing back to me, "That is my token, it's how you summoned me and how you can do it in the future. Sorry I tend to ramble."
I tucked the orb into my puke green fanny pack, and pulled out the smart phone I had bought. A quick search from the nearby theaters revealed the lineup to be... lacking.
"Five different romance movies... The Drifting Bottle; A woman visiting the beach discovers a note in a bottle. Over the course of a year she grows to know the castaway intimately. Love R Us; a couple working at a toy store go through emotional backlash. Grime, the Movie; A remake of the 1978 classic Grime, its a classic boy meets girl love story, updated to modern times! Ever White; While visiting a ski resort, Braided Guide(played by Biceps Mc Muscles) encounters the love of his life(played by Fair Hair). Landscaping; in this quirky comedy follow the exploits of Picture Perfect, a model who must decide on her career... or at a fleeting, distant chance of love." I screwed up my nose in disgust. ten movie slots, and five of them taken up by trashy chick flicks.
"Any of that sound interesting to you?" I asked in amusement.
He let loose a low snicker, "Have you ever heard of MST3K or riff-tracks? Which one is the oldest and sounds the worst?"
"Don't know the first one but I have heard of rifftracks. Lets see," I flipped through the menus, checking the release dates. "Seems like Grime's been out the longest... Holy crap I think it's this worlds version of Grease. Do you remember what year Grease came out? You have access to 'all media' or whatever, right?"
"Way before my time, I just watched in on TV and stuff, and it's not all media just the stuff I saw and played. But none the less we must riff on that movie. Even if our references go over the heads of everyone else," he responded.
"They may not appreciate our input," I said deviously, "But really, that's half the fun! Quick question, how much of your powers still work? Like, if they sent in their staff to get rid of us could you 'jedi mind trick' them into leaving us to ourselves?"
"The only thing that's been effected by the transformation is that I need to eat more often," he said, rubbing the back of his head like an anime protagonist.
"Oh. Well okay then, wanna go get brunch or something? The first showing for Grime is... eleven thirty five. We got plenty of time to kill."
"Hope you have some money cause I could eat like Goku," he said with a slight blush.
"I currently have..." I wracked my brain, trying to remember the exact amount. "Three hundred and forty thousand in my account, but I can only pull out a thousand a location otherwise it'll trigger my theft protection safety thingy. So here's hoping you won't pass that. Otherwise, feel free to scarf down as much as you want!" I stated happily, digging out my wallet from my shorts to flash my card at him.
He smiled, "Great, I'll stuff my face, and then we can riff on Grime."
"Find, breakfast food," I said statically into my phone.
"I found, FOURTEEN places near you that match," Gari, the mechanically synthesized voice of the rudimentary assistant program stated. He really was creepy, I was going to have to figure out how to turn his voice off so he was only text.
"Chinese is not breakfast food. Neither is Spicy's Steak & Grill. God you are bad at this Gari. Hey, there's a Danny's about ten minutes away, that sound good to you? Also, you don't have a problem with motorcycles, do you?"
He stared at me blankly, "Show me the map and I'll have us there right away."
"Nuh-uh. I'm not leaving my bike here, it might get stolen. I've had it for less than a week, I'm not going to let something happen to it just because I was too lazy to take care of it," I argued.
He sighed, "Fine, plus might not be such a good idea to teleport around in a non-magic world," he let out as he walked over to my bike.
I've been wondering about that honestly," I said as I straddled over the seat. Medulla got on behind me, hooking his arms around my waist. "Magic can be used here, so who's to say that there isn't a few wizards running around screaming 'magic missile' while being chased by some eldritch horror?" I kicked the ignition, and we rode off. A cop across the street gave us the stink eye as I exited the parking lot, but I wasn't breaking any laws.
"All I meant was that the average person is either unaware or incapable of magic under normal circumstances." He paused for a couple seconds, his head tracking the people we passed,"Though it does seem that most of them do think that something odd has been going on the last couple of months."
"The two movies have already happened," I thought as hard as I could at him, doing my best to give him an outline of the plot for Equestria Girls and Rainbow Rocks. Twilight goes through Magic Mirror. Twilight meets alternate Mane Six. Previous student of Celestia becomes corrupted by magic, Mane Six use Friendship and Harmony to defeat her.
Second movie, Sunset Shimmer -I thought about how she looked, focusing intently on the words 'Bacon Hair' over and over- Is good guy now. Part of Mane Six, technically. Ancient Evil Bad Guys called the Sirens shunted into this world by the unicorn Starswirl. -Guess he decided 'fuck it', let the populace that CAN'T protect themselves from them deal with the sirens.- Somehow only became a threat recently. Tried to magic mind control everyone. Defeated by Sunset Shimmer -Bacon Hair, Bacon Hair, Bacon Hair- Twilight Sparkle and the Mane Six. Closing scene showed there was a Scientist Twilight on this side of the portal.
"Didjoo get all that? So yeah, everyone has a very good reason to think odd things are going on. They are, after all."
He tried to hide it, but I saw the line of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth."Mmmmmm, baaacoon." he murmured. He snapped out of it quickly, "Sorry, it's been over one thousand years without most meats, my metabolism isn't as efficient as a human."
"Sorry for focusing on that word then," I said, turning left onto a street with a stupid name. "She just has bacon hair. Gotta say, it's nice actually being able to talk to someone while riding. That's the main reason why I got rid of mine in favor of a car, they don't exactly allow for pleasentries. Still, a car can't compare with the freedom a bike grants you."
He twitched against my back, repositioning himself to look behind us. "Somethings are tailing us, not to closely. I can't really gauge a threat level. At least some of them don't seem hostile, and one definitely is not from this town."
"Not local?" I asked, taking a few choice turns that would lead us in meandering circles for a few minutes. "Probably someone from the Kill la Kill highschool. Ouran or something, I can't remember. That might be something else entirely. Whatever, they can follow if they like. Senketsu and I'll put a pounding on them if they try anything. If you don't end up mentally bitch slapping them out of irritation."
He laughed at my suggestion, "Their are two ways to deal with a tail; try to shake them off if you think you can handle them in a fight, or if you think you can handle them make them think you don't know their there and let them make the first move. I like the second because I always like to work with more information."
"Okay then, can you create a dopplganger in their minds for our tails to follow?" I asked. "I'm going to turn left up here, just make them think I turned right and lead them on a merry little chase for a while."
I couldn't see it, but I could almost FEEL his smile burning against the back of my head. "That's actually more intensive than I usually allow myself, but not even an issue. Just one or would you like two?"
"No need to let them know exactly what's going on, Let them wonder what the hell happened." "I stopped at the stoplight, letting the tips of my toes reach the pavement. It really was disconcerting being so damned short. As the green light lit up, I lifted my feet and twisted the handle, jerking us forward with the bikes surprisingly quick acceleration. This bike was freakishly good, handled like a dream, could probably kick up some serious shit if I opened it all up.
I turned left, and a few seconds later a van roared off behind me, swerving through the lanes and around random cars. I looked off behind me as the van tore through the street like a bat out of hell. "The heck did you make them see? Us being maniacs? I hope they don't figure out no one else can see 'us' before we can get away..."
"The most powerful illusions are the ones we want to see. They wanted a high speed chase, so I gave them that," he responded.
"Bully for them," I stated, finally pulling into a parking lot. "Danny's..." I let out a low groan while looking at the sign above us. "Its a freaking Dennys. Not that I'm complaining, but someone should be suing. They better not serve instant eggs."
He did a mighty face palm, the flesh of his hand striking his forehead with a satisfying slap, "I don't think IP law's hold for cross dimensional infringements. I think this is this universe's version of Dennys. At least I can get plenty of food here. Plus I can get you up to speed on being a Displaced."
"About that," I started, putting down the kickstand and swinging my leg over the side. Medulla instead simply... floated off the back. "This... marble thing. It's what let me call you, right? If I had one of these, yes table for two," I confirmed with the overly happy waitress.
"Anything I can start the happy couple off with?" she asked, a grin on her face that threatened to break her jaw with its width.
"We're not, whatever. Can I get an iced tea?" I said, waiting for Medulla to say what he wanted as well so she would just go away and leave us alone.
"Just some milk for now," he said to the waitress without looking away from the menu. After the she left he turned his glance to look up at me, "Yes others could call you for help, the trick is finding something that represents you to send out. After that you hold the item, say something like I did, 'I'm blank, I do blank because blank, If you need help blank,' then you let the void take it and send it to multiple universes. Of course the message is very flexible. If you can add titles, or say what type of person you want to help and if they are against you morals you'll fight them, or you can say you'll help out anyone for a price, it's really up to you."
"So it's basically an answering machine on a dimensional string," I stated dryly. But the wording I used... it got me thinking. "Thread... so it should be something that represents me?" I asked as he returned a nod.
The waitress came back shortly, my tea on tray and a short glass of milk for Medulla. "Have you two decided what you're going to get yet?" she asked, her voice too sticky sweet to be normal for a rational human being. I guess if you're working at a Denn-, sorry, a DANNY's, then you have to be a tempered sort of crazy. Or just have the ability to bullshit your way through the day.
"I can't say for my friend, but I'm not going to order anything off the menu. If at all possible, I'd like a pound steak, cooked medium."
"Uh," her smile faltered for a fraction of a millisecond. "Well, would you like a side of hash-browns?"
"No, just the steak," I responded.
"Would you like anything on it? Our marina sauce is simply-"
"No. Just the steak, PLEASE," I reiterated.
"Anything for me?" Senketsu joked.
That got me thinking. I'd need to get something to help replenish blood. And I really should transform more often than once a day, who knows what not getting any blood frequently would do to him until we become more closely fused.
"Actually, excuse my rudeness, can I get..." I tried to remember what foods promoted blood recovery. Fruits and vegetables? "A fruit bowl, mostly kiwi, pineapple and... banana slices?" She wrote down furiously in her little pad thing, smiling all the while.
"And for you, sir?" she asked, turning to Medulla.
"Let's see, I'll have the The Lumberjack Slap, The French Toast Slap, and extra bacon and hash browns on the side," he said, then realized how large that all probably sounded and added, "I'm... ah... running a marathon tomorrow."
"That all?" the waitress said sarcastically, obviously convinced he wasn't going to finish it all.
"No that should be all," he said, rubbing the back of his head and smiling shyly as he handed her his menu.
"Well then, just sit tight, and we'll have that out for you two in a jiffy!" she sashayed away, humming to herself.
"You, me, bathroom, now?" I asked, getting up and making my way to the public restrooms. "It's not like our food is gonna be ready any time soon."
"I don't think that will help people's perception of us as a couple," he said with a wry chuckle as he got up.
I stopped, the implication having not occurred to me. "I... whatever. Let them think what they will. I need to give Senketsu some blood, and wile I'm in that state you can run me through the marble making process. If I'm right, I should be able to make it from one of his strings and some of my blood, right?"
Thankfully there was only one bathroom -another thing this place had that was different from any Denny's I had ever been to.- that was a unisex. I pulled Medulla in after me, and locked the door so we could have some privacy.
"You really need to stop saying 'marble', it's called a token. Mine is just a round stone that looks like a cat's-eye marble," he said mostly mentally.
"Oh. Okay. Token... that does sound cooler." I placed a hand to the nob on my gauntlet, when something occurred to me. He was being cool up to this point, but I was essentially about to get almost naked in front of the guy. Oh well, not like it was MY body. "Okay, so you've seen snippets of Kill la Kill, right? So you know full well whats going to happen. If you utter even one wise crack regarding Senketsu or how he looks on me or how I look wearing him, I will probably hit you in the face, just for principles sake."
I didn't wait for him to respond, pulling off the nob and letting the needle in my glove to puncture the flesh and deliver my blood on a straightway right into Senketsu. He responded greedily, sucking at it as he transformed around me. Finally I stood there in Senketsu, my shorts and fanny pack having mysteriously vanished sometime during the transformation.
"Okay, so how do I do this?" I asked.
"Well you said you were going to make your token. I might be able to help shape it if you'd like. Also, I don't see what the big deal is, if you think about it I'm almost always naked," he said with his hand in his hoodie.
"Hey Senketsu?" I asked, trailing a hand over his fabric. "Can I get a single string? I'm going to cut it off, but you should be able to regrow it from my blood..."
"Gimmie a sec," he said, squirming around until I felt a loose thread poke its way between my fingers. "There, you got it?"
I responded by simply pulling it, cutting it off at about a foot. "Okay, so I just... concentrate on it and it happens?" I asked. "And Senketsu, try to draw as much blood from me as you can safely at the moment, I ordered some grub to help replenish what you take."
Senketsu didn't respond, instead I simply felt my body... subtly begin to heat up. A blast of air came out of the vents on my back as well.
"Well you need to say something while concentrating on it to let the Displaced on the other end knows who you are and what type of Displaced you are Good, Evil, or Neutral," Medulla clarified.
"Okay." I held the string up to my mouth, biting my lip to let a line of blood fall into my hand. I stared at it, silently willing it to become... something. Anything. What the hell did I want it to be? My gaze fell upon my other hand, my scissor half still clutched in a closed fist.
That could work.
The string and the pooled blood glowed, slowly solidifying as I closed my eyes in concentration. I opened them again as words sprang to my lips unbidden. Okay, so a little bit bidden. Okay, so extremely greedily bidden.
"Hey assholes! Apparently there's a shitton of you guys out there, so if you ever need someone with super strength -and a sword that can cut through anything, give me a call! I will of course be expecting compensation, I'm currently living out of a motel and every little bit helps..." Yeah, I wasn't exactly hurting for money anymore, but if I was gonna be stuck in this world for the rest of my life three hundred thousand wouldn't last me all that long. And I technically had to pay Rarity back for that. Eventually.
I looked at the now formed token resting on my palm, a small pair of red scissors. I couldn't exactly test it, but I assumed it was made of hardened life fibers. Comparing it against my scissor half was kinda fruitless, seeing as it was identical. Well, the finger piece, anyway. I didn't exactly 'ask' for the thumb piece, but oh well.
"Now what?" I asked, sensing as Senketsu returned to normal around me.
"Drop it, or throw it, the void will do the rest," he responded, leaning against the sink.
I threw it at the wall, watching as it did exactly the opposite of what he said it would. What it did instead is it sank into the wall, all the way up to the handle.
"Did I... do something wrong?" I asked in concern.
His face held a look of shock, "Never seen this before, not that I've seen every Displaced make their token. If I had to guess I'd say push it down or in, or which ever way it naturally goes."
I tried to push it further in, but it soon became clear the only substance it had pierced was the drywall of the restroom wall itself.
"Shit... lets get out of here," I said hurriedly, thrusting the scissors into Medullas open hands. "Even if it is my fault I don't want them blaming it on us."
We made our way back to our table, and I caught a stink eye from the waitress as she made her way to another table. I hadn't put too much thought into it, but maybe medulla had been right. God knows what she thought we had been doing in the bathroom.
We parted company shortly after leaving the restroom, and he went and said something to the waitress. He quickly returned and sat down, "I love messing with people like that," he said he settled in.
"Oh god," I moaned in embarrassment, cupping my face in my hands. "Please don't tell me, I don't wanna know." Where the hell was our food? I sipped at my tea, trying to erase a certain mental image.
He chuckled, "If the chef is to be believed should only be three more minutes before the waitress can get it."
"The first portion, I assume?" I asked, thinking about the mountain of food Medulla had ordered. I hope he ate fast, otherwise we wouldn't make the showing, even if we teleported there.
His eyes lit up, "Well how ever much it is, we still have some time, so would you like to see a magic trick?" I said holding up my new pair of scissors in one hand.
"Sure. As long as it isn't a magic trick from the Joker. I don't think they'll bring us any more food after that," I joked.
He waved his other hand in front of the scissors and they were gone, "Ta Da, you're now officially summonable by other Displaced... Man that was way easier now that I know I can actually use Teleport."
I grabbed his hand by one finger, lifting it and moving out of the way. "Nothing up your sleeves, I presume?"
"Nope... You just wanted a look at my muscles, admit it," he said jokingly.
"I got more muscles than your skinny ass," I shot back. "Seriously, are your arms string spaghetti? They better hurry up with that food, if we don't get some in you stat you might shrivel up into nothing."
He let out a hale and hearty laugh, "Finally another person who can turn my jokes back on my. You should know that how strong I look has nothing to do with my true strength. And not even considering that, physical strength alone can only do so much, knowing how to use it is more important."
"My body can literally lift a thousand pounds... theoretically. According to the show's logic. Anyway, the girl on the show was shown doing impossible things regardless of her body size, so I know precisely well enough to not 'judge a book by the cover'. I mean, pretty much every big bad guy in the show can throw around buildings, eat them with a side of gravy, and digest them to create homemade projectiles. Somehow. The show gets crazy."
"I haven't stress tested myself yet, but I took a hit meant to level a small town and still had enough juice to take that guy out and tear a hole in reality with a move not never intended to do something that complex. I did pass out afterwards but the point still stands."
"Well you are a Mewtwo," I said, "Isn't he like the most powerful pokemon in the mythos? I'll be honest that I don't know all that much about it what with all the other legendaries they kept pumping out for movie sequels, but he was the first one to top everyone else. That makes him canon in my book, and everything that came after him just money grubbing corporate sell outs. I mean di you see the abominations they made for White and Black? Giant ass white retardo chicken."
"For the longest time Mewtwo's stat total was the gold standard for highest potential, then they made Arceus and then he set that standard for a while. Now Mewtwo's mega evolutions are right on top with Mega Rayquaza." He sighed, "Though like I said in game stat total is more of a measure of potential then it is raw power."
"You can still basically rewrite reality, right? God tier," I cut off as perky mc wide smile brout us the first of MANY dishes. She plopped down my steak, and three others ladden with Medullas food. She then went off to get more of it. "At least in my opinion," I said, cutting off a piece and stuffing it in my mouth. God, I hadn't realized how hungry I was.
"I wish," he said as he scarfed down his food, "I'm not quite strong enough to wipe something from history as an example, but that's mainly because it seems that every legendary has it's domain. And in that domain they are almost unmatched, for me that's the mind, but to avoid the temptation and stigma surrounding total mind control and other such high level psychic stuff I prefer to stay within certain limits." He had already finished half his plate at this point to my amazement, " Although combat wise, I did go tow to tow with what might be considered a god of space. I don't think he was actually at full power, the stuff he was doing was very draining on his powers so he was fighting with his hands tied so to speak. I'm not even sure I killed him, it felt like he was about to, but the universe ejected him before it actually happened."
"Damn. Would you have though?" I asked, "Killed him, I mean. If you had the choice."
"I still would have, but you decide for yourself. He's the reason the Crystal Empire disappeared in my universe, Sombra going insane just happened to occur before hand, he was trying to override my universe in a way that was slowly degrading it, and in his desperation in the fight he decided to try and completely flatten a near by town full of innocent ponies who were already suffering from some of the effects of his metaphorical raping of the universe, and getting rid of him before he was finished would allow the universe to repair everything he did. Would you do anything to stop something from doing that and undue the damage already done?" He immediately started pigging out again.
"I'd kill someone like that in a heartbeat if it meant protecting someone innocent," I stated resolutely. "Honestly I'd prefer to stay within the 'grey margin' of violence, but I like to think that if I had to I could do what needed to be done. If I continue following the events of Kill la Kill, I'm going to end up leading someone to their death," I paused, studying his expression. "Spoilers. The main characters mother is the big bad evil guy. Final episode, instead of accepting defeat she reaches into her own chest, and tears out her heart. If I want to save this world, I'm more than likely going to have to go directly down that exact same path, and do nothing as she kills herself."
He gave me a reassuring smile, "The nice thing about being a Displaced is that sometimes you surpass the character you became. Many times knowledge of the future, or at least too narrow knowledge, leads to creating that future, like in the old myths. But other times, and these are very rare, and the future can be changed. In the first type the 'prophecy' sometimes takes itself into account and shows what will happen when it is acted upon, the second is when knowledge of the mostly likely future without intervention. The problem is figuring out which one is in effect, if it's the first you could drive yourself insane as you create what you tried to stop, if it's this second you could sit idly by while everyone drives the world into the ground when you could have stopped it. Honestly, I'd just do what comes naturally to me and damn the consequences, I live the way I want so I'll take whatever life throws at me because of that. Sorry for the lecture, I just think about this stuff a lot."
"So what you're saying is, I don't have to play by the script?" I asked, reaching around one of his plates to get to my salad bowl.
"When you boil it down, yes!" he said before really digging into his meal. He even used his powers to subtly levitate random foodstuffs into his waiting maw.
I wasn't able to match his speed, but incrementally I was kinda eating as much of my food as he was of his. In less than a half hour, he was sitting across from me with each and every one of his plates cleaned to an almost dishwasher clean level. I paid for everything -almost ninety bucks, with all the drinks he refilled.- , and left the waitress a fairly large tip for what service she had given. Twenty bucks for lifting almost twenty pounds of food sound right to you?
We left and got back on my bike, taking a moment so I could check the location of the theater on my phone. A ten minute ride later, and we had paid for our tickets and had our backsides glued to the theater seats through a combination of sweat, popcorn grease, discarded bubble gum, and a layer of soaked in soda that rendered the floor into a sticky death trap.
"Not exactly the cleanest place, is it?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure even the cleanest theater would look horrific under a black-light," he said as he tried to ignore the filth.
The movie started, and the main character showed up on screen. "Oh god it IS Grease... guys a poor substitute for Travolta, though," I griped. He just didn't have that 'cool guy' appeal. He had the looks, but his voice was just... different.
"Oh my, and their replacement for Olivia Newton-John... They do understand that she's supposed to be an sweat girl with, who's never metaphorically let her hair down," he responded quietly.
We spent the next hour and fifty minutes mocking this movie, and just as the credits rolled Medulla said, "Well the one thing that stays the same, the lesson: If the person who you find the most attractive currently doesn't like you the way you are, change everything about yourself."
"You know there's actually a fan theory they're dead at the start of the movie? People speculate that they both drowned at the start, and them flying off into the clouds at the end represents them both escaping from purgatory. I know you're not supposed to try and apply logic to a musical, but if you did it would kinda explain why everything was so weird and... 'not making sense'. Then again..."
"I can't think of a greater punishment than being in high school into your thirties," he laughed as he got out of my seat.
"Being stuck in kindergarten?" I suggested, following him out. "Although with that option you get afternoon naps. Anyone who doesn't appreciate a good nap is crazy."
"Someone is waiting for of outside the building, want to run or confront them?" Medulla asked.
"What's their intention?" I asked curiously.
He paused a couple seconds and said, "I think information, but they seem violent."
"Violent? Is it the same people who were tailing us?"
"Maybe, but the person waiting is just one person, before it was several," he elaborated.
"Can you get a name, at the very least?" I asked. "Male? Female? I'd rather confront them than not, but every little bit of information helps."
"Male, definitely male. I can give you a title, 'Boxing Club President'," he said with a slight shiver of what I assume to be disgust.
"TAKAHARU FUKURODA!!!" I bellowed out, waving my arms above my head dramatically. "I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED YOUR OWN BLOOD!" I turned back to Medulla after my little outburst, "Did he hear that? If yes, how's he taking it?" I asked with, I will admit, a little too much enjoyment in my voice. This guy was the Glass Joe of Kill la Kill, of course I was going to mop the floor with his face!
"Yes, mostly confusion about how you knew his name. They wont let him in so let's go say 'hi' to our new friend." Medulla said.
"Yeah, lets!" I chirped. And then stopped. "Or I can just stop acting like a little girl. Whatever, don't care. Lets go beat up a boxer!"
We made our way to the front of the theater, where a certain diminutive boxer stood waiting for us. They weren't letting him in, which was quite apparently starting to piss him off. He hadn't resorted to throwing his weight around though, I guess for the good of the theater. He might be Glass Joe, but Kill La Kills version of Glass Joe was still strong enough to take on any normal person and walk away without a scratch.
"Oh Haruuuuuuu?" I trilled, drawing his attention, "Didja get my text message?" I turned to Medulla, "Or would that have been considered a voicemail?"
He smiled and said, "Let's go somewhere less public, unless you want what comes next to get more attention."
"This shouldn't take too long, this guy's a pushover," I stated confidently.
Takaharu didn't take well to this, his cheeks burning red and his mouth twisted into a scowl. "You?Y.y.y.y.y.y.y.you DARE to insult me so? Do you know who I am little girl?"
"Takaharu. Nicknamed shortstack because of... problems revealed one time at a public bath house," I lied, watching as he got even more flustered.
"It's not true, she's lieing!" he yelled frantically turning to and from to tell as many people as he could, "It's perfectly normal sized, she doesn't know what she's talking about!"
"Boxing club president and part of Satsuki Kiryuin's hit squad. Not important enough to receive a three star suit, as evidenced by your lapel," I said, pointing a finger at the collar of his coat, where two angry red stars swam with blackened lines.
"Shut your mouth little girl!" he yelled back at me.
"Wasn't that also one of your nicknames?" I probed.
"No! It isn't! Shut up! It doesn't matter who you are, I'm going to teach you a lessen you'll never forget!" he dashed forward, calling out his attack just like he had in the anime. "He moves into a right straight!" But it's really a corkscrew. God this guy was an idiot. Did he really just start every fight like this? Even with his Goku Uniform, how the hell did he ever win if he always called out what he was going to do?
"But it's really a corkscrew!" he crowed. No. Flippin. Duh. For Reals? I like, never would have like, guessed! "TEK! KEN! FUN! SAI!" he called out, his glove seeming to blur into a twisting movement with each frame of existence it moved closer to me.
It was alright, in the anime Ryuko and Senketsu had shrugged off this attack like it was nothing. But... was I ... forgetting something?
Oh shit. I hadn't engaged Senketsu yet! I was still just regular highschooler strength at this point! I WAS GONNA GET MY ASS HANDED TO ME!
I flinched, my eyes closing shut involuntarily at the pain I knew was going to be coming shortly. Except... it didn't come. Not even a little. I cracked open my eyes, to see Takaharu struggling with his glove motionless in midair less than a couple inches away from my face.
"What? I..." I turned to see that Medulla's eyes were glowing, and he had his hand outstretched to point at the glove. "Uh... thanks?"
He floated Takaharu back a few meters and turned to me, "This one's on the house. I'll end this in three moves, then you'll be in a crater unconscious. But after all this is over make sure to give a message to you boss, I wont be here for long but Ryuko has me on speed-dial so play nice."
"I'll leave you in the dust in one, TEK-," the pint sized wonder started.
But before he could finish talking Medulla teleported in front of him and yelled out, "Mega Kick!", and kicked him in the crotch. As he flew into the air, Medulla teleported to where he would be in a few seconds, 'standing' horizontally in the air. Medulla closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on his right arm. Just before the little shitstain reached him he shouted, "Focus Punch!" ,slamming him in the chest so hard that he almost literally broke the sound barrier. When he hit the ground there actually really was a crater. When Medulla landed next to the crater he was barely able to sit up, he asked in a scared tone, "How much life fiber?"
Medulla let out a scary laugh, "None, and to answer you next question I'm not human." And with that he fired a ball of energy directly at him, knocking him out cold. Medulla finished by teleporting his uniform off him and giving it to me.
I took the shorts, shoes, and helmet in one hand throwing them up in the air and unfolding my scissor with my other hand in one fluid movement. I held it down to the side, as if I was holding a sheathed katana. I popped the nob from my glove, and before the transformation was even finished I had struck upward, rending the fabric into nothing more than broken threads. They were quickly absorbed by Senketsu, and I returned to my 'normal' self all in the span of five seconds.
"Nukitsuki, Sen-i-Soshitsu!" I exclaimed, turning back to Medulla. I wouldn't say I was skilled in iaido, my 'profession' was in an entirely different branch. But despite that, I still remembered some of the terms. "A movie and a quick bite to eat, you really know how to show a girl a good time, huh?" I joked.
"I should hope so," he said, craning his head to the side. He paused for a second, then turned back towards me. "Rule one of fighting; Never underestimate the opponent, sub rules include; don't get caught monolog-ing and if you're going to get them angry be ready for them to fight stupid."
"Right, got it," I snapped, a flush of heat migrating its way across my face. "Don't do stuff the bad guys do in cartoons. Otherwise I might end up in the same boat they find themselves in. Got it."
"I've had trouble with that rule sometimes, but I'm working on it," he admitted. "Anyway our friends from the van are here," he said with a pointing finger as five distinct individuals came around the corner.
"Listen up, missy!" Applejack spouted, coming to the forefront of the group. "We all wanna know what the hay is goin on! Whats with the imaginary you that disappeared when we caught up with it? Who the hay is that," she pointed an accusing finger at my newest little friend, the boxing troll who was still sprawled out on the ground. All the girls averted their eyes in unison, seeing as his willy was still waving in the breeze.
All of them except Fluttershy, surprisingly enough. She took one look, then looked straight back at Medulla and myself without batting an eye, not even a touch of red on her cheeks.
"Who the hay is he," Applejack thrust a finger towards Medulla, "And how the hay did he do that?" she flung her arm back towards the miniature pugilist.
"Don't mind Applejack, she lives around a lot of hay," Rainbow Dash interrupted. "But we still wanna know whats going on! Spill the beans, girly!"
Pinkie Pie was practically bursting at the seams, jittering about with a nervous energy and a smile that threatened to break her jaw.
"Don't you see Dashie?" she asked, bouncing in place, "It's so obvious! Ryuko is-"
"-From Equestria," SUnset suggested, her face brimming with determination.
"Nope!" Pinkie Pie chirped.
"She's an alien from outer space!"Applejack contributed.
"Noooooooope~"
"A robot?" Rainbow Dash asked uncertainly.
"...no."
"A transfer student?" Fluttershy hesitantly proposed. Out of all of those hers sounded the sanest. In my opinion.
"Nope, well actually I guess she kinda is, but that's not how she can do the outfit thing~," She dug deep into her pockets, throwing a cloud of confetti above us. "Sheeeeeee's a magical girl!!"
I exchanged an amused look with Medulla, before she started again.
"And he's... well, closest I got is he's a Super Sentai. Telekenetic powers, the ability to make us see a fake Ryuko on her bike, it's the only thing that really fits." She took a long hard look at him, taking it all in from his hat to his shoes. "Guess he isn't like the physical fighting kind, though."
"That's... I'm sorry Pinkie, but that's kinda dumb," Dash berated.
"I dunno," I turned to Medulla, "I have an outfit that transforms, and with it I fight the forces of evil. Kinda loose on the description, but you have to admit it fits the character sheet pretty well," I admitted to Medulla.
He was barely able to hold in his laughter, "I would have gone with generic shonen anime protagonist, buuuut..." He closed his eyes, slowly regaining his 'normal' form of that of a Mewtwo, "I'm a monster of the pocket variety."
"But you look all big! There's nothing pocket about you!" Pinkie chirped happily, inspecting Medulla from about three inches away. He does kinda look like a digimon though, wouldn't you say?" she asked, turning to her friends. Each of them had varying expressions plastered across their mugs.
"You mean that weird television show that was all the rage way back in elementary?" Rainbow scoffed.
They had Digimon but not Pokemon? What kind of fresh hell was this world? I mean, I liked them both, but to be deprived of one was just wholly in and of itself wrong.
"I remember I had to get a pack of the cards, ma mom and pop said it were nuthin but foolishness," Applejack supplied, "They were right, of course, but back then ah wasn't as smart. I guess he does kinda look like that one... Agumon?" she asked.
"I could eat Agumon like a snack cake," he huffed in an disconsolate manner, "So the word Pokemon means nothing to you... Meh, I've heard and lived weirder. Ryuko can explain what we are if and when she feels like it, I've already given her the basic info on it." He scratched his chin, choosing his words carefully, "Well unless you need anything else, I could hang around for a bit or you could send me home. As I understand it, if I leave now there's usually an exchange of gifts, but I don't think that's necessary this time."
"Oh, but I do so love gifts!~" I trilled playfully, punching Medulla softly in the shoulder.
"Fine," he sighed as he pulled out a highly polished claw, "You can have this Quick Claw. If you keep it on you, you'll be able to attach slightly quicker."
I don't know how she did it, but one second Medulla was holding it out, the next Pinkie Pie was holding the claw out in front of her face and turning it every which way.
"Ooooooh, shiiiiny~" she cooed.
"Pinkie you don't need that. You're speed is already stupidly high." Medulla let out in a low monotone.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiny~" she retorted, waving it in front of his face.
He groaned, pulling out an oblong coin on a string and hovering it slightly out of her reach, "If I give you this, you give Riuko the claw, understand?"
"Does this mean we're dating?" Pinkie asked, a look of complete innocence stamped across her mug. "A boyfriend gets their girlfriend jewelry, right?" she said with a wide, trollish smile.
Medulla set my head in my hands and responded, "No, for three reasons. I'm over one thousand years old. I am physically incapable of feeling that way. And this is more like a trade."
Pinkie pie responded by fake crying, throwing her hands up to cover her face as she started to blubber, "We haven't even gone on one date and you're already breaking up with me? I though we had somethiiiiing!"
"Why me?" he muttered under his breath. He then turned back to me, "Want me to stay a bit longer, or should I just go and let you explain everything?"
"Actually, if you could teleport my motorcycle and myself back to my hotel so that they can sit here and stew," I asked, snatching the claw out of Pinkie Pie's hand, "That'd be wonderful. Nothing against you girls," I said, cutting off Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer before they could get a word in, "Today has just been such a relaxing day, and I really don't want to spoil it any more than it has been."
"Done," he said with a snap of his fingers, and we were suddenly back in my hotel parking lot.
I noticed the necklace was gone from his hands, Pinkie Pie must have snatched it before we jumped. "Well fuck me if that isn't uncomfortable," I complained, holding my stomach. "Thanks for that, by the way. Wouldn't do to give them all the answers right off the bat, where's the fun in that?"
"Now I need to get back to the throne room, all you need to say is 'Medulla our contract is complete.' I also hope you find a way to go against the script," he said with a wide smile.
"Script?" I asked, holding out a hand for a handshake. "Screw the script. I'm going to turn everything on its head, make it go crying back to its momma... if metaphorical sheets of paper with ink on them detailing a plot line can actually have a mother..." I broke out of my musing and thrust my hand at Medulla. "It truly was a pleasure having you. If you ever need a friend to talk to, feel free to give me a call. Seems like you don't really need any help on the combat side, but if you ever want any all ya gotta do is call me up and ask."
"I enjoyed this too, if I need you help I'll call. You feel free to do the same. Oh and the transformation spell from the mirror is gift enough."
"Wait, you still have that?" I asked, still holding my hand out. "I thought it wore off at the movie theater..."
"What? No it's a spell that the mirror applies to you every odd number of times you go through, and removes every even number of times. I just alter it's perimeters and I can shape shift between human and Mewtwo, I'll test it more latter. But it takes more concentration than I could afford in battle, and it doesn't change my powers so it's not even close to what Transform should do."
"Are you just avoiding the handshake?" I joked, ignoring his explanation and waving my hand up and down in front of him. "Don't make me go Pinkie Pie on your ass, I will find some way to annoy you to death."
He let out a merry laugh, "Sorry, here..."
I grabbed his weird little three digit paw in my hand, cranking it a good couple times. "Again, it was good to meet you. I'd be more than willing to call you a friend. Medulla," I declared, raising my other hand above my head in a dramatic gesture, "Our contract is complete!"
"A little mellow dramatic but works fine," he said as the portal began to swallow him. "I almost forgot, the boxer know that Rarity was in Japan, and something rumors of working five-star's," he managed to say just before the portal took him completely.
Well that was troubling. In the anime they had never been able to get up past three stars without the wearers going insane. And now they were up to five stars? Well, I guess that shows how little of a concern whomever had with Canterlot High. Why send two stars when you could send a five star?
At the very least I guess that explained why Rarity was MIA, if Satsuki Kiryuin had snatched her up to work on her Goku Uniforms that could end up putting a real damper on my life expectancy. I hadn't even beaten a two star yet, I doubt I could stand up against a three star, let alone a five star.
"Screw it, it's late," I said to the empty parking lot.
"Are you going to go to bed?" Senketsu asked.
I fell into a deep sleep once I made my way to my room, 'coming to' in a gigantic play hall. I was watching a variation of Star Wars, and all the actors were messing up their lines.
The dream shifted, and suddenly I was surrounded by Senketsu's. As in, they were in every seat around me. And on stage it was... Medulla? He was in his his Gold form and he was... I... oh god.
He was dancing. Not just regular dancing but... dare I even refer to this as... 'sexy' dancing? At me?
"It's like he's wearing nothing at all," a Senketsu said behind me.
"Nothing at all," another Senketsu agreed, until the hall was filled with the verbal assertion.
They all fell silent as Medully slinked towards the edge of the stage, drawing close to me.
"Like... you're... wearing nothing... at all..." I choked out, unable to say anything else.
Medulla laughed, snapping his fingers. "Man, I love screwing with people like this."
I woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up and wiping said sweat from my brow.
"Are you all right?" Senketsu asked, his voice tinged with concern. "You were talking in your sleep, something about not wearing anything..."
I had little success. My limbs were held draping underneath me, in the same position I had held them as I stepped through. I couldn't even turn my stupid head, but I could very well see exactly what the hell had happened. Twilight had been busy. Stupidly busy.
"Well, that was impressive," Senketsu snarked, rustling around my midsection.
"I don't see you doing any better!" I snapped, trying to keep my voice quiet in my frustration.
The moment I had stepped through the portal, a haze of magic had cropped up around me and Senketsu. I was immediately whipped across the room, stuck between the prongs of some stupidly cartoony horseshoe magnet. Without moving my head, I could barely see some sort of gems were connected to it in some fashion, I had to assume they were pre-charged with either plain magic or a specific magic spell that combined with the magnet in some fashion.
"I can't move, what do you expect me to do?"
"Just... let me think!" I hissed, sagging in my invisible binds.
I knew from the movies that Twilight was somewhere in the city. Somewhere. The fact that Pinkie Pie knew about her beforehand made her reactions a bit suspicious, but maybe she just forgot. I woke up early, intent on just driving around to see if I could spot her walking around. That was when I came across something even better. Shining Armor and Cadance, sitting down to enjoy a breakfast muffin and a cup of coffee at a quaint looking cafe.
I sat down at a table next to them, making sure my back was to them. They didn't take any notice of me, and seemed content to talk among themselves. All the better for me, seeing as I was trying to gain information. They started off with boring shit, their relationship, Shining Armors father and his health, their jobs...
Apparently they were both deans at a school called 'crystal prep', which on top of sounding pretentious was run by an individual neither of them seemed to like all that much. They didn't talk about this 'Mrs Cinch' with the greatest of affection, in any case.
Finally, a bit of actually useful information. They spoke of Twilight. their Twilight. Both of them seemed convinced she was acting oddly as of late, preferring to seclude herself in the lab the school had provided for her. She had been keeping secrets, even from her brother and had been seen talking with strangers neither of them knew. When asked about the strangers, Twilight denied ever speaking to them. When confronted about her lies she had refused to talk to them further.
So that was interesting. Sadly, I then realized it was Sunday. I should have realized this seeing as just yesterday it was Saturday, and I had taken advantage of that to go watch a movie. Plus I was entertaining a guest, but he was entertaining me too.
So I could very well just try to follow Shining and Cadence after they left, but then I came to my senses as I realized something very important. I have a motorcycle.
Motorcycles are effing LOUD. The moment I started her up both of their heads turned to look at me, give me the cursory look. So that was bad. I'd already made an impression on them, and they'd no doubt notice if I trailed around on the cusp of their back bumper.
But that didn't matter. I knew where Twilight would be. I didn't have to corner her at her home, damn, how would that have even gone? 'Hi Twilight I know all about you and there's magic and shit and I've seen you in a movie'? She'd think I was mad before I could even explain myself. 'Also I followed your brother and his girlfriend/fiance/friend with benefits so that I could find you. That's not creepy, right?'
Pfffft.
A quick check on my phone, and I had GPS directions to crystal prep. So I'd try to find her tomorrow. Hopefully she'd be more open at her school, and willing to let me flap my lips for a while.
It was as I was driving around aimlessly that I inevitably came to a stop at a stop light. Wanna guess who was in the lane next to me? Staring at me in disbelief?
Stupid. Friggin. Pinkie Pie's van. I assume it was hers, anyway. She was smiling at me from the drivers seat, whereas Rainbow Dash was trying to decide between confusion and anger in the passenger seat.
Thankfully the light turned green before she managed to gather her wits, but I still heard her yell out 'get back here' as I peeled away.
She must have told Pinkie to follow me, seeing as after that I had gained a blocky, annoying tail. I found myself hard-pressed to lose them, and eventually found myself heading to the school.
I quickly parked my bike in the lot -which, considering the school was closed today, should have been gated off, but I guess they didn't do things like that around here...- and took off on foot.
I ran around the school, eventually doubling back and jumping straight through the portal before Rainbow Dash could see me. Let her search around for me all she liked. I'd be chilling on this side of the portal while she ran around in frustration.
Which brings me back to the present. Stuck in a magic field thingy. Giant, stupid looking magnet.
"Damnit Senketsu, we need to transform! Can you pop the knob?" I asked, straining against the field.
"No. I have no more capability of movement than you at this point in time..." he replied.
"Oh c'mon!" I hissed, a vein bulging in my forehead as I struggled in vain. "Just transform! You can do it, I believe in you!" I stated frantically.
"Your belief in me doesn't change our current predicament. I need your blood, Ryuko. Without it I can do nothing..."
I pondered his words, twitching in place. I needed to give him blood. The easiest way would be to reach down, grab the knob with my mouth, and let the needle in the glove do my work. Seeing as I couldn't move my head however, this option was moot. So what the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn't just bleed on command...
"Wait," I muttered, opening and closing my mouth repeatedly. I could talk. Regardless of the fact that I couldn't so much as twitch, I could still move my mouth
"Wait what?" Senketsu asked, his tone bored from our inaction.
"I... I think I thought of something," I admitted. "Just give me a second."
"If you have a plan, better make it fast, we have no idea if Twilight is going to be coming to check on her trap or not," Senketsu warned as I shifted in place.
He had a point. We had been hanging here for a good two minutes, and if Twilight was smart she'd have added an alarm to this magnet thing. Maybe not a sound based one, seeing as I hadn't heard one, but maybe just something that immediately alerted her with a ping or something when the trap was sprung.
"NNNG!" I exclaimed, biting down as hard as I could on the corner of my lower lip. You ever accidentally nip the inside of your cheek? What am I talking about, of course you have. Remember how painful that tiny little bite was? I was quickly wondering if I should have just waited for Twilight to come and release my pathetic self.
As I tried to hold back the tears, blood slowly seeped from my mouth. It leaked past my lips, sliding through the fur on my chin and ever downward. I curled my lip outward, trying to make the blood come out easier. I could feel it trickling down my chin, slowly making its way down my neck towards Senketsu.
"Ryuko?" he asked tentatively. "Are you oka- ... oh. Ooooooh. ~OooOOoooooh~" He slowly twisted around me, drawing in every precious little drop he could. I hadn't really payed attention the previous times he had transformed around me, but... it certainly was a spectacle. I could feel him digging deep into my flesh, forming veins that passed back and forth between us. As if he was turning into new flesh on top of me. Our flesh ripped and tore free from itself, thrusting outwards as it reformed. I felt resistance as something from me collided with the magnet, and fragments of a moment later I felt myself drop to the ground in a nerveless heap.
The seconds ticked by, and I gradually regained my senses. I levered myself back to my fee- hooves. Hooves now. I made my way back to my hooves, peering down at the remains of Twilights magnet trap. Senketsu had ripped it into pieces during our transformation, leaving fragments of it sparking on the floor. The gems that had been attached to it slowly lost their glow, petering out until they just looked normal.
"Remind me never to transform right next to someone," I told Senketsu, fighting a shiver at the thought of what might happen if I did. If I could rip apart something metal like the magnet... anyone made of flesh wouldn't stand a chance.
"I hear hooves," he warned. I could hear the echoing clop too, drawing ever closer to this room with each step.
I leaped for the doors, hesitating for a second as they were pushed open by a lavender tinged field of magic.
"Hey, wait who-" Twilight managed to get out a split second before I vaulted over her, using her as a springboard before I gave my wings a heavy flap to speed past her.
"Sorry-about-your-magnet-it-broke-when-I-touched-your-mirror!" I belted out hurriedly over my shoulder as I made my escape.
"Hey wait I'm not mad about that I just want to ask you a few questions!" I heard Twilight squeal out behind me, muffled by the distance I was quick to put between us.
I spotted a window and hopped out, flapping my wings as I arced around, landing on the highest steeple of her crystal castle.
It was a lot easier than it had been under my own power, almost seamless and effortless as I climbed. It had taken less effort than it had previously, anyway.
I wordlessly changed back, a plan hatching in my head. I looked off to my right towards Ponyville, as if I had been trying to keep track of something speeding away.
"Hey! Um... hello..." Came from behind me, drawing my gaze. Just as planned, Twilight hung in the air by me, slowly flapping her oversized wings to keep herself airborne. Interesting to see she was at least moderately competent at flying by this point.
"Hi," I replied in a bored tone. "What'd she break?" I continued, propping myself up on a hoof, giving off an air as bored as I could. I turned back to to peer off towards the direction I had before Twilight came up, shading my eyes with a hoof over my eyes.
"I... she?" she asked, a flash of confusion dancing across her face.
"She," I confirmed, my tone never even so much as shifting a single octave as I tried to keep from laughing uproariously. "My twin sister? Looks exactly like me except she always likes to dress like she's just about to have kinky sex? She's kinda hard to miss. She said she saw something shiny through one of your windows, and just came tearing out seconds ago like she had Cerberus on her tail. I assume she broke something? Especially seeing as you decided to come out and take care of... whatever yourself." I gave a thematic sigh, as if life itself was a drag and could be solved via a bottle of pills. "So what'd she break. I'll make sure dad knows, he'll make her pay for it."
She looked progressively more confused at my statements, having to pump her wings once she had forgotten to. She had a look of helplessness on her, like she had no idea how to respond. Perfect.
"Sister?" she eventually settled on.
"Yes, sister," I parroted back at her, keeping my tone even. "Dresses like she's trying to get every stallion from here to Canterlot to mount her. Went off-" I looked back towards Ponyville, as if I was trying to spot my nonexistent sister. "I don't see her anymore. She shouldn't be too hard to find if you look. Again though, what did she break?" I drilled into her again.
"What? Oh! No, no, it was nothing, nothing worth worrying over," she said, sidestepping the question beautifully.
"Really?" I stated in an amused tone as I widened my eyes for effect. "Huh. First time for everything, Could have sworn what with how she tore out of here... well if you say so."
I returned to my bored demeanor, waiting as the seconds of silence grew comfortable between us.
"What are you doing?" Senketsu demanded frantically. "She's going to figure it out! We should run!"
I ignored him, turning my attention to cloud watching as Twilight tried to think up something to say. It was obvious she still had questions, seeing as she hadn't left yet. So I was just going to make it as uncomfortable for her as I could. Not by being an asshole, I was going more for a 'Maud' detached feel.
"Would you-" She started.
"Aren't you Twilight Sparkle?" I interrupted, pleased at her shocked expression. "I mean yeah, horn and wings, plus you're in Ponyville instead of Canterlot, so it's a safe assumption, right? It's possible you could be the love one, but I heard she was pink," I stated, cocking my head to the side. "Is it true you were chosen to bear the element of magic?"
"I... yes!" she replied, eager to have something she could actually talk about. I was going to have to be careful about that. If she got too comfortable she might start asking me questions. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, bearer of the element of magic."
"And newest princess of Equestria?" I prompted, chuckling as her cheeks turned rosy.
"Y... yes."
"Cool," I stated dully. "So... this is probably gonna sound kinda weird, but I wasn't hanging out on your roof just because this is a totally baller view or to keep a close eye on my sis. That last part is kinda a lost cause at this point. I was actually..." I averted my gaze, playing up my 'timid' act as much as I could. "I mean..."
I slowly leaned towards her, schooling my expression as I did so.
"Uh... pardon?" she asked, slowly looking progressively more worried the closer my muzzle got to hers.
"I mean... it's alright if you say no, I'll understand..." she obviously came to the exact conclusion I wanted her to, if I was to judge based on the crimson red tint that spread its way across her face as she stammered out non words in an attempt to cut me off.
"I just really... really would like it if you...might possibly sign an autograph for me?" I ended, watching as shocked confusion replaced her embarrassment.
"I... what?!" she near belted out, clearly frazzled. "You... autograph?"
"I... okay," I slipped into a tone of resigned disappointment, dipping my head as I looked away. "I guess you get asked that a lot, huh? Probably don't appreciate random pegasi just showing up and messing with your privacy... It's... k. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'll just go then..."
I slipped off the steeple, spreading my wings mid dive to glide away. I don't know how I knew how to fly, but I can safely assume the portal used magic. Maaaagic.
"Hey! Wait!" I heard Twilight call out behind me, but I ignored her. Flapping my wings steadily, I landed on a cloud a fair bit away from her castle. After I landed, I slumped into a prone position. I buried my face in the cloud, trying to make it look like I was dejected. I might just look like I was trying to eat the cloud, but oh well.
"Now what?" Senketsu asked. clearly irritated I had ignored him previously.
"Cool your jets," I rebuked him softly. "Now one of two things happens. Either Twilight catches up to us and tries to get to know more about me, or she lost me and I'll just face that again at a later point in time.
"Feh, in my opinion you're taking this far too loosely Ryuko," he continued, the irritation slowly dieing from his voice. "But all right. See what happens. Good a plan as any," he muttered.
I stayed with my face muzzle deep in the cloud for a few minutes, my body tense from the expectation that Twilight would be tapping me on the shoulder at any moment. She actually disappointed me in the fact that I wasn't interrupted from my apparent 'depression'. Maybe I had actually lost her when I took off. I hadn't wanted to make it too easy on her... Whoops.
My face was getting cold, what with being pressed down into a cloud. It was surprisingly comfy, though. I could see why the show portrayed Rainbow Dash as napping a lot. If I could get a cot like this, I'd probably spend a lot of time napping too.
I picked my head up, wiping at my eyes as I did so. That way if anyone had been watching me, they'd probably assume I had been crying. If Twilight had been watching, she'd probably think... wait no, that was a bad plan. If she thought her actions hurt me, she'd most likely run up and try to give me a hug and do her damnedest to fix... which she might already be in the mindset of doing due to me running away.
Senketsu is right, I don't think my plans out well enough. This one was so convoluted I don't think even I knew where I wanted this to go...
Bah. Regrets are for the weak.
I finished wiping at my eyes, blearily looking down at the ground. I didn't see Twilight anywhere when I turned my head on a swivel, or even when I looked up above me. Flying creatures. Always gotta check above you. A peach blond pegasus had been watching me for a few seconds, and then gave me a wave. I returned it stiffly, and they flew away.
So it appeared I was alone for the time being. As long as Pinkie Pie didn't randomly pop up out of nowhere.
I gave another quick look around me, mentally hitting myself for even forming such a thought. She would have been bound to have sensed that. It was like saying 'what could go wrong' and then expecting nothing to happen. Maybe now that I was expecting her to pop up that would negate it? Gah. If I could only preempt the eventual meeting with her, somehow get her to take my presence sedately. I couldn't risk her setting up a party on this side. Maybe I could get her to forget it by claiming to not like parties or something.
Maybe. Didn't help me if I couldn't find her before she found me-
"Twitchy tail! Twitchy tail!" I heard directly below me. I froze in place, making sure none of my bits were hanging over. I was safe. Relatively. What were the odds that Pinkie Pie would be right underneath me right as I was thinking about- Oh. duh. Pinkie Pie. Stupid question.
I pawed at the cloud, making a tiny hole underneath me I could look through.
"What's twitchy tail mean?" I heard a familiar voice ask. Too familiar.
I did a double take, pushing the cloud back into shape so I was only looking down through an eye shaped hole. It wasn't frickin possible. It just wasn't.
"It means somethings about to fall, usually for comedic purposes!" Pinkie Pie spouted, ducking underneath a nearby awning.
The mare that was with her looked slightly confused at Pinkie Pies antics, peering upwards to scan the sky. Her gaze fell on me, quickly moving on to search elsewhere. The mare... it couldn't be. It was me. I was down there, walking alongside Pinkie Pie.
No. It was a mare that looked like me. Exactly. From her hair to her coat color to her wings to the fact that she was wearing Senketsu. It finally clicked.
My jaw, that is, as it fell fully open.
She was the Ryuko of this world. Whether or not she was a 'me' or not remained to be seen. She/he could very well be bullshitting their way through their dialogue with Pinkie Pie. Or she could just be an actual Ryuko baseline, and be completely unconnected to me despite... the fact that I was basically going around besmirching her good name. Oh. Shit.
I'd been here about half an hour. Half an hour too friggin much, if the sight of Twilight trotting towards Pinkie Pie and... other me. I leapt into the air, beating a hasty retreat as I stayed above the clouds to the best of my ability. I could have brought the cloud I had been on with me in order to hide better, but I think that might have drawn more attention than just me flying away. Especially seeing as I didn't really know how to do that. I assume it would be as simple as grabbing the edges and puttering off. Assumptions.
I bet my hasty retreat, confident in my destination. If Twilight was about to discover my fallacies by talking to this worlds version of me, then she couldn't be back in her castle, guarding the mirror. Flying straight in through a window, I quickly made tracks back to the mirror room. Fragments of the magnet still lay strewn in a pile where I had left them, it didn't appear Twilight had time to properly make any new defenses since. Visible ones, anyway.
I leaped back through the mirror, falling into a forward roll on the other side.
"Ryuko," Senketsu started, his voice laced with... concern? "I... who was that? That uniform they were wearing..."
I didn't really know what to tell him. "Uh... well... not really sure? Not for certain, anyway," I stated hesitantly. I made my way back through the parking lot, stopping at my bike. Pinkie Pies van was still parked right next my bike, leaving little room to the speculation that they had maybe left in my absence.
"I'm not trying to be vague, I honestly don't have all the information in this situation. If I'm right, yes. That was another Ryuko, wearing another Senketsu," I explained carefully, "They might be complete copies of us, holding every little bit of information we do. Or they could be baseline... relatively baseline, mixed with pony... They could very well take offense to our appearance if we just showed up, or they could react favorably in finding another person with information they don't have."
Senketsu didn't reply immediately, assaulting me with silence. "Can we go back soon?" he asked in a pleading tone. "Just... just to see if maybe..."
"Yeah," I affirmed, sliding my helmet off my bike and over my head. "Definitely. We'll have to see if you can talk to the other Senketsu. Might finally make for some scintillating conversation, right?"
"Maybe," he stated hopefully.
I tapped up the kickstand, and filled the parking lot with the unfiltered power emanating from my bikes engine. I told you it was loud.
"She's in the parking lot! C'mon Pinkie!" I BARELY heard Rainbow Dash yell out.
Didn't matter. I was gone before they even started up their vans' ignition~
