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Although he hid it well, Coltson was actually very nervous about the sending of one of EPIC's agents to deal with SMILE affairs, even more with the fact that this was midway through a possible mission; he knew that EPIC agents tended to get a bit too hoofs on in some situations, as were the old wave of EPIC agents, cover could all too easily be blown here, and the possible recruitment mission would be hard to explain to the changeling in this situation. As he worried about the scenario he had found himself in he realised he had been quiet for a very long time, so long in fact that the pony he was travelling with seemed to be quite oddly rude all of a sudden. He shook his head in bewilderment, watching her move off into the next carriage, he looks over to Naj "So erm... was that me? Or was that you?"

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Tongue Twister was chillin' out in the luggage car, not sure how long those two would be talking, and not feeling like being a fifth wheel.

 

Ponies, being herd creatures, don't like being alone.

 

But she wasn't alone ...

 

"Ace !  Deuces !  Front and center !" she stated, stamping twice in the floor.  They piled out of her saddlebag to look at her.

 

"Seems like I have some time to kill, so let's play a game - HIDE AND SEEK !" she stated to them, eliciting squeaks of delight (hide and seek is one of their favorite games.  And to play in a new location, with all sorts of stuff to investigate was even better !)

 

"The field - anywhere in just this car.  Now, no digging into anything.  No eating anything, or soiling anything.  You have fifty seconds."

She closed her eyes, then covered them with her wings.  "Forty nine.  Forty eight.  Forty seven ..."

 

They scampered off to hide.

 

When she got to zero, she began her search, singing a song she'd heard at one of her dad's conventions :

"The Little Rare Book Room" :

 

'Come, they called me;

(The special book room)

The rarest books to see,

(Librarian's tomb)

Kept under lock and key

(In terrible gloom)

To save our sanity.

(It's pointless, we're doomed, thoroughly doomed, utterly doomed!)

Necronomicon,

(The first I exhumed)

From the book room.

 

Book of Eibon,

(So frightfully old)

Vermis Mysteriis,

(A sight to behold)

The Monsters and Their Kynde,

(With edges of gold)

Could make me lose my mind.

(All covered with mold, fungus and mold, poisonous mold!)

Kitab Al Azif,

(Its horrors untold)

Still I am bold.

 

King in Yellow,

(Left me feeling glum)

The Ponape Scriptures,

(I'd stay away from)

And then The Golden Bough,

(My brain had gone numb)

I read them all out loud.

(Well that was quite dumb, terribly dumb, fatally dumb!)

Freed the Great Old Ones.

(Our kind will succumb)

What have I done?

(What have you done?)'

 

(ooc : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G_iL6TRphg )

 

She managed to find her pets after a few moments, and headed back to Coltson and Naj.

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Naj had heard of a new changeling hive, one which vaguely sounded like the one belonging to this 'Thorax'.  Beyond that though, she didn't know anything about it.  Her job meant she didn't get information the way normal ponies did.  In some cases this meant she knew more, while other subjects would fall by the wayside.  This was one of the latter.  However, she had not been expecting the question, and while she was thinking of a reply Tongue Twister had run off, leaving Naj and apparently Coltson watching her exiting form in confusion.

 

On 3/7/2018 at 9:05 PM, Switchback said:

"So erm... was that me? Or was that you?"

“Me, if I had to guess,” Naj replied, with a sigh.  “It would hardly be the first time I've caused this sort of reaction.”  A changeling in the open was, she had to admit, a strange and potentially disturbing sight for many ponies.  Those who got to know her were generally able to acclimatize easily enough, but she could hardly meet everypony in Equestria, and that meant there would always be some one new to disturb.  Granted they'd come a ways so far, but Tongue Twister had hardly spoken to Naj during that time, and sometimes there was a delayed reaction.  “I can say this though, she ran off, which means she doesn't need me kicked out.  Or at least, she doesn't want a confrontation.”  That was good, she could work with that.  Some ponies just needed time.

 

Naj was a little more subdued when Tongue Twister returned, but tried to finish her reply all the same.  “To answer your question, I don't really know much about Thorax's hive.  I cut ties with mine some time ago, and since then I've kept out of contact with other changelings.  Well, with a few exceptions.”  She smiled with what she hoped was a disarming smile.

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Naj was a little more subdued when Tongue Twister returned, but tried to finish her reply all the same.  “To answer your question, I don't really know much about Thorax's hive.  I cut ties with mine some time ago, and since then I've kept out of contact with other changelings.  Well, with a few exceptions.”  She smiled with what she hoped was a disarming smile.

 

"Ah.  You're an outlier." Tongue Twister replied, "No matter how similar a group, there are always a few that are different.  You decided to be friendlier before most of the other changelings.  Good to know.

 

Say, did you manage to speak with Coltson ?  I had the feeling you needed to speak with him about something, and that I was in the way.

 

That's why I left ..."

 

"GREAT !  DID I MESS UP AGAIN ?" she fretted to herself, "Well, at least Ace and Deuces had fun, so it hasn't been a total waste of time ! 

I just hope this doesn't turn out like that Hearth's Warming Eve party at the palace !"

 

She sat on one the seats, looked out the window for a bit, before retrieving the book she'd bought from Coltson for her father.

 

"I hope this will finally get Double Dealer off dad's case !" she stated to both, "She'd been getting pettier every week, and I left to search for this three weeks ago.

 

I honestly don't know what's gotten into her."

 

Musical Interlude : "I'm the Bad Guy", via Keroko :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq8qmPZlbsM

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"Well, I sort of have an idea of what it could be ..." she silently mused to herself, "But I can't say : 'It sounds like a Trouble Maker type artifact, Corrupter class, about rank C !  They'd probably think I'm crazy !

 

Well, they MIGHT think that already; these two are tricky to read.

 

Probably has to be a rank C or so item - the effects of an Alicorn Amulet, Soul of the Endless Night or a Shining Star of the Dashing Demagogue would have manifested by now.  So many potential sources !  The Abyssinian, Tenochtitlan and Pharoah's Vale cultures could craft some tricky artifacts.  And those are just the better known cultures."

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Coltson tries to get Naj's attention as the other mare starts to mumble to herself; he knew this EPIC lot were as well trained to lip read as he was, and what the mare was saying worried him; it meant that she was very near stumbling across a world that was not supposed to exist to civilians. He then wanders forwards "We spoke about what we needed to, Naj here is a fellow purveyor of antiques, although her business often goes across into items instead of books, her employer is after a certain piece that I stumbled across and on the possibility to franchise our operations to cover a larger area. It's all quite boring I assure you. Anyway, look at the time, we're nearing your stop I believe." He smiles that usual warm shopkeeper smile as the train starts to slow down "So this mare, whatever you said her name was, is a bit of a loose bookcover? Just slowly falling more and more off the rails? If so then perhaps we should try and get to your parents at a time when she is not around."

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It turned out that there was a method to Tongue Twister's madness, in that she'd left the room to give Naj and Coltson a chance to speak.  “Oh...Oh!”  Naj said after a moment.  She waved a hoof, as if brushing away the issue.  “I did get to speak to him a little, but it's nothing so urgent.  Actually, if anything, I was hoping to get a chance to see him at work.  Most of what I might want to talk about is, ah, kinda boring.  And might take a while, so it can wait.”  Strictly speaking, that was all true, although whether or not security plans were boring was a matter of opinion.

 

Coltson caught Naj's attention as Twister mumbled to herself, indicating to the muttering mare.  She wasn't quite as good at lip-reading as he was, her specialization was in more direct sorts of interaction, but there was enough there to be concerned.  Her thinking though, rather than worrying about a civilian, was that maybe Twister wasn't as out of the loop as they might have thought.  Though that too was a complication, and until they knew more about the mare it was something to keep any eye on.

 

The complications didn't stop there.  Coltson's idea for Naj's cover wasn't quite what the changeling would have used.  And much as part of her was tempted to try to play along, she wasn't sure it was a ruse she could maintain if it came down to it.  Fortunately, she had a way to play things off and resolve the issue, hopefully without rousing any suspicion.  “Heh 'Purveyor',” Naj chuckled and shook her head.  “I work with the REA, and lately I've been doing a lot of 'artifact recovery'.  Sometimes dangerous items pop up which are best kept out of unknowing or unscrupulous hooves.  To that end, it's helpful to know somepony who works with rare books.”  She looking meaningfully toward Coltson.  "Though I suppose,” she reflected after a moment, “I have been working with antiques a lot lately, so the confusion's understandable.”

 

The train pulled to a stop just as Naj was finishing what she was saying.  They had arrived in Canterlot.  Equestria's capitol had a lot of personal history for the changeling, being both the site of one of her greatest regrets and her greatest triumph at different times.  But today this wasn't her adventure, she was just along for the ride, which brought its own sort of interest.  Naj stepped off the train and then turned to her companions.  “Alright, where to?”

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 "We spoke about what we needed to, Naj here is a fellow purveyor of antiques, although her business often goes across into items instead of books, her employer is after a certain piece that I stumbled across and on the possibility to franchise our operations to cover a larger area. It's all quite boring I assure you. Anyway, look at the time, we're nearing your stop I believe." He smiles that usual warm shopkeeper smile as the train starts to slow down "So this mare, whatever you said her name was, is a bit of a loose bookcover? Just slowly falling more and more off the rails? If so then perhaps we should try and get to your parents at a time when she is not around."

 

"Yeah, Double Dealer does seem to be slowly slipping off the rails lately." T-Twister replied to Coltson, "It's rather unfortunate too - she's a very decent pony otherwise.  Getting to my parents when she's not around shouldn't be that hard; she's usually rather busy."

 

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The complications didn't stop there.  Coltson's idea for Naj's cover wasn't quite what the changeling would have used.  And much as part of her was tempted to try to play along, she wasn't sure it was a ruse she could maintain if it came down to it.  Fortunately, she had a way to play things off and resolve the issue, hopefully without rousing any suspicion.  “Heh 'Purveyor',” Naj chuckled and shook her head.  “I work with the REA, and lately I've been doing a lot of 'artifact recovery'.  Sometimes dangerous items pop up which are best kept out of unknowing or unscrupulous hooves.  To that end, it's helpful to know somepony who works with rare books.”  She looking meaningfully toward Coltson.  "Though I suppose,” she reflected after a moment, “I have been working with antiques a lot lately, so the confusion's understandable.”
The train pulled to a stop just as Naj was finishing what she was saying.  They had arrived in Canterlot.  Equestria's capitol had a lot of personal history for the changeling, being both the site of one of her greatest regrets and her greatest triumph at different times.  But today this wasn't her adventure, she was just along for the ride, which brought its own sort of interest.  Naj stepped off the train and then turned to her companions.  “Alright, where to?”

 

Twister perked up the moment Naj mentioned 'artifact recovery'.  "I work with artifacts for the museum.  Translations Dept.  Those 'brave explorers' send all the stuff they find to the Manehattan museum, and a few of those things did NOT like being removed !  Good thing we have some anti-curse specialists on staff.  I think a few might work with the REA too."

 

Tongue Twister looked around as she stretched her legs and wings.  "Dad's shop is a few blocks from here." she stated as she started out, "He and mom moved here from Manehatten quite a few years ago.  Richer customers."

 

A few minutes of walking led them to Caveat Emptor's Discount Emporium - a two story building with a freshly painted sign.

 

The inside was packed with cheap items from all over Equestria, stuffed on shelves in no conceivable order : comic books from Neighpon, 'fine' china from Long Guo, Vonderbolt merchandise, Mogwai repellent, Celestia commemorative plates, and so on.  Most of the ceiling had been removed to expose the upper floor where the more (actually) valuable goods were stored - and make the place more pegasus friendly.

 

Tongue Twister flew up to look around.  "Daddy ?  You in here ?"

 

"In the back, dear." a voice called out.  A few crates in the back were surrounded by a gold glow and moved away from a door, allowing a rather well-fed unicorn stallion to come out.  He was pale cream, with tan mane and tail, with a silver Penrose circle cutie mark.

 

Tongue Twister dropped back down and gave him a big hug. 

 

"Always good to see you dear !" he stated, before looking at Naj and Coltson.  "Those two aren't cops, are they ?" he quietly asked her.

 

Tongue Twister sighed.  "No, dad.  They're not cops !  Coltson's a bookseller !  He sold me that book you were looking for !" she continued, pulling out the first edition she'd purchased from Coltson earlier in the day.

 

"He had one ?!"

 

"He had four !"

 

"Truly ?" he replied (clearly impressed) as he examined the book.  "Superb condition.  This should get that harpy off my flank !

Hmm - I just remembered that I never discussed the price with Double Dealer !  How much did it cost you dear ?"

 

"Total of the book, all train tickets and aggravation ? About ninety bits." T Twister replied, "You're going to charge her about one hundred fifty or so bits, right ?"

 

Caveat smiled broadly, before pulling Tongue Twister into hug and a wet kiss on her forehead, "That's my girl !  I'm going to put this in the vault.  And could you look over the latest invoices ?  My Manechurian isn't very good, so I have no idea of what's really in some of these crates."

 

"No problem dad !" she replied cheerily as she checked the manifests.

 

OOC : Entertaining Interlude via yudhaikeladai : My Little Pony in The Sims - Episode 3 - Lyra and Bon Bon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ium4BrJ0Emc

 

 

Edited by NiktoBarada
First Path of the Way of the Nothing - Glorious Irrelevance

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"Wow - seeing so many 'wonderful bargains' in one place has rendered them speechless !" Tongue Twister noted SILENTLY TO HERSELF, WITHOUT MUMBLING HER EVERY THOUGHT (as if she had EVER DONE THAT A SINGLE TIME IN HER LIFE !), "Either that, or there's some residue from that Lorelei charm that idiot tried to pawn off to dad last week !

 

But the answer is like my thoughts, feelings, and existence - meaningless and irrelevant."

 

She continued checking the manifest, noting that some of the titles to those comics were euphemisms for some rather crude acts ...

 

And there was a Rosacea hemovoracium in the tallest box.

 

OOC : thank you EVER so much for giving MY character a mental defect to suit YOUR purposes y'all !  It's not like I have any right to play my character my way or anything, right ?  Or that you can't alter someone else's character or dictate their actions or behavior or qualities without their creator's CONSENT, right ?

 

Nevertheless, I shall endeavor to return the 'favor' at a more opportune time !

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As they stepped into the bookstore, Naj started to get the uncomfortable sensation of being out of place. The truth was, this wasn't really her field of expertise.  She did like books, more than the average changeling, but the sort she tended to enjoy tended to land squarely in the realms of fiction rather than anything of historical or magical significance.  Much as she did like the idea of seeing Coltson in action, the truth was she was likely to be as much a liability as an asset in this situation.

 

And, to tell the truth, it sounded like the supposed source of the troubles here was somepony they knew before and hadn't been so bad.  That is to say, somepony who it might be best to talk down, rather than smack down.  While Naj did prefer a peaceful resolution, and was as happy to talk as anyone else, her skill set was focused on the direct approach above all others.  She'd been building up other skills, but a mare would always have her specialty.

 

It turned out she had a perfect excuse to get out of the was as well, and thanks to what she'd established to be her cover, not only would it fit but she wouldn't even really have to lie about it.  “I just remembered,” she said, when there was a lull in the conversation, “I actually have a few reports I have to make at the castle, while I'm in town.  So, rather than getting underhoof,” she added, with a bit of a grin, “I'm going to get to it.”  She turned and trotted out the door, calling “good luck!” back to the ponies inside as she left the shop for the streets outside, trotting away toward her destination.

 

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I feel it would be best to take my leave here, rather than stay and aggravate the situation.  I would have preferred to try to work something out in private first, but that's just how things go sometimes I suppose.  Better to quit while we're ahead perhaps, or at least before we fall too far behind.

 

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"Well, when business calls, you have to answer." she replied to Naj as she left, "It has been nice meeting you.  Later, perhaps."

 

"Hey dad !  Did you really mean to order this rose bush ?" she yelled towards the backroom.

 

"Oh, it arrived ? Great !" he replied as he returned, then used his magic to open the crate.  Inside was a tall bell jar, and within that was a small, very sad-looking rose bush.  With a single pale bloom.  And some of the narrowest, sharpest thorns imaginable.

 

"I don't think you should be getting too close to that thing." Tongue Twister warned.

 

"I'll be fine !" he replied, bringing his muzzle closer to the plant.  "Hmmm ... Looks like it could use a bit of water ..."

 

The Rosacea hemovoracium - 'blood eating rose' - sensed the warmth and carbon dioxide of his breath.  And lashed out,

Tongue Twister managed to bite the rose near its roots, and carefully pulled it off.  The plant now looked MUCH healthier, and the bloom was now the palest pink.

 

"WHY DID YOU BUY THAT THING ?!" she asked her dad, gesturing towards the rose.  From several steps away.

 

"Been getting some rats and mice in the shop." Caveat Emptor replied, "And I know how you feel about cats."

 

He carefully lifted the rose with his magic and took it into the backroom.  "Feisty little thing, aren't you ?" she stated to the plant as he rubbed his muzzle, "I can respect that !"


Tongue Twister looked to Coltson, slightly embarrassed, "That's my dad.  Mom's office is across the street."

 

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OOC : Stalling as best I can.

 

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Musical Interlude for this commercial break :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7PQ9IO-7fU

Lullaby for a Princess, WarpOut version

 

 

"What to do about this situation with Double Dealer ?" Tongue Twister mused TO HERSELF as she headed across the street, "I have two choices.

 

One : deal with it myself, and nip the problem in the bud.

Two : ignore it until it becomes a major crisis.  Then continue to do nothing so More Important Ponies can heroically step in to save all Equestria at the last possible moment.

 

Buck that !  I'll deal with it myself !  Some help would be nice, but its not like I'll ever get any.  Can't wait for something that will probably never come ...."

 

She entered "Shady's Shipping Shop" and looked around for her mother.

The place looked like it always did - maps of every railroad and mail route in Equestria (along with their schedules and rates), boxes of pre-folded boxes of every useful size, scales and labels stacked up to the ceiling of one wall, far too high to reach without a stepladder.

 

But since her mother Shady Dealer is a pegasus, she never got around to buying one.

 

"You in here mom ?" she called out, figuring she's in here SOMEWHERE.

 

"Tongue Twister ?  What are you doing here honey ?" a stern-looking dark gray pegasus mare with a straight black mane and tail, wearing a red vest and skirt inquired as she came from a storeroom in back, "Something going on ?"

 

"Yeah.  Found a copy of that book daddy was looking for.  Gave it to him just now.  Did you know he got a vampire rose ?"

 

"Ah.  That explains all these invoices of dubious provenance." Shady replied, "You actually found a copy of that book ?"

 

"Yeah.  A bookseller in Ponyville had four copies, and was willing to part with one."

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I think I can save you some frustration.  Stalling is all good, but saving a fading thread would need communicating with participants to get people engaged again and work out when and how people get back to the thread.

 

That said, I'm don't think this one's going to continue.  Switchback hasn't been on the site in months if their profile is any indication, and my character left the thread and as things stand isn't likely to come back.  You could try to recruit new people, although if that's the case it might make more sense just to start a new thread entirely.

 

And on the note of communication, I tried to reach out to you months ago to resolve the difficulty we'd encountered, however as far as I can tell you've never ever read the private message.  To summarize: I apologize for the unintentional insult, it's an activity I assume most characters engage in a little bit, particularly my own which always engage in a little, and not something I see as a sign of disability, insanity or lack of intelligence.

I will also note I was frustrated that you choose to be public with the issue, a choice I found to be unfair to me as it took what should have been a private dispute and put it out on public display, and unfair to any readers who now have to deal with an out-of-character argument muddling up the story.

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Added a second spoiler bar because I wanted to make it clear that I'm editing this in.

Something else that struck me, is that I usually make my character's thoughts and internal monologue very different from dialogue.  So, generally not written as if they could be spoken but rather as a sort of descriptive perspective, and I pretty much never recolour the thoughts, only words that are actually spoken.  You clearly prefer a different approach.

I also tend to use other's dialogue as a benchmark for what I can or have to reply to directly, as questions asked or topics brought up, versus other more descriptive text that can and should feed into a response but only rarely ends up specifically addressed.  It's been a while so I don't remember the details, but it's possible there was a miscommunication between the two different ways we do things.

 

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"Dang !  This amulet is ugly !" Tongue Twister thought to herself as she examined the small squat stone carving she wore on a woven thread necklace.   She'd borrowed it from an acquaintance at the Canterlot Museum.  Most other researchers 'knew' it was cursed, and were glad to be rid of it.

 

But she knew what it was - it was a depiction on a forgotten ancient god of games and death.  Although those two duties seemed disparate, they had one very important thing in common : fair play !  Anypony wearing this amulet cannot be influenced by spells for good or ill.  No spell can make them run faster, or make them lame.  Or alter their mind. 

 

Unfortunately, the ponies that carved the grotesque thing were Earth ponies; so to them, having wings and using magic were cheating.

Thus, Tongue Twister was resistant to spells, but could not fly while she was wearing it.

 

She managed to track down Double Dealer, and asked her 'WHAT THE HAY IS WRONG WITH YOU ?!"

 

Turns out she recently acquired a 'Favor of Celestia' - a brooch with a minor enchantment to help one think clearly.  It is made of gold, and (of course) resembles Celestia's cutie mark.  A disc, then a ring with eight wavy rays emanating from it.

 

TT noticed that Double Dealer's brooch only had SEVEN rays.  It wasn't a Favor of Celestia, but another very annoying artifact :  The Shining Star of the Dashing Demogogue.  It 'cleared' your thinking by generating mania, shoving aside all other ideas except one.  And the more fixated one became, the more charming and convincing they became.  If left alone long enough, one could have a fanatic army, ready to march forth and eliminate the color green !  Or exterminate rutabagas in our lifetime.  Or something even far sillier.

 

Double Dealer didn't want to part with willingly, but Ace and Deuces managed to steal it from her (TT's pet rats will do just about anything for some fresh peas !)

 

Fortunately, Double Dealer wasn't too far along, and went home to figure out how to best undo what little evil she'd done.

 

Unfortunately, on her way back to her parent's home, some pony in an alley zapped TT with a Reflection Deflection spell.

 

As always, some other pony had decided that TT wasn't IMPORTANT ENOUGH to remember her own actions !

 

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Scene :  Small outdoor diner in Canterlot.  Tongue Twister is having some tea with her parents Caveat Emptor and Shady Dealer.

 

"So nice to have you in town, even for just a little while honey !" Shady stated to her daughter, "I hope you didn't have to take off too much time at the museum to find that darn book !"

 

"Nah.  Not too many 'brave adventurers' bringing in artifacts lately." TT replied dismissively.

 

"Oh, speaking of artifacts - how did you manage to calm Double Dealer down ?  She came by the shop earlier to apologize." Caveat asked.

 

"What are you talking about dad ?"

 

"After you visited me at the shop, you went to the Canterlot Museum to borrow one very ugly pendant !" Shady stated, a bit weirded out, "Said you needed it to protect yourself from undue influences."

 

Tongue Twister thought for a moment.  "Hmm - I visited you at the shop.  I borrowed a 'cursed' item from the museum.  I went to find Double Dealer to see what was up with her, and lights in Polohama are magitech items.

 

Wait - what ?

 

Just before I came here, I returned the amulet to the museum.  They were NOT happy to have it back.  Before that, I was in the shopping district.  Before that, the main exports of ancient Tenochtitlan were chili peppers and cocoa."

 

TT dropped her head on the table, then bumped her forehead a few times.   "GAhhhh !! NOT AGAIN !"

 

Shady comforted her daughter with a hug.  "Looks like another Reflection Deflection spell.  Darn those lazy bullies at SMILE !  Think they're too good to use lies, bribes and threats like everyone else !"

 

She then gave her unicorn husband the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. "Can you do something to help ?"

 

"Messing with any creature's memory is a line won't cross !  For any price !" he replied, "I don't know enough about those kinds of spells to risk helping her.  Besides, she's managed to break those kinds of spells on her own before."

 

"I'll be fine mom !" TT stated, "I - just need to buy some supplies to hole up for a few days.  And some aspirin.  A LOT of aspirin."

 

And so, a few hours later, TT visited her father's shop.

 

"So, dad, you think you could make this enchanted item for me ?" she asked, unrolling a scroll on the benchtop.

 

He looked it over.  "A memory vault ?!  Why would you need something like that ?"

 

"Do you know how many times my memories have been tweaked ?"

 

"No."

 

"NEITHER DO I !" TT replied loudly, "And it is getting VERY annoying !  I may have done something useful or important - and some OTHER pony decided that I am not worthy to have my own memories !

 

That crap ends NOW !" she finished with a growl.

 

Caveat inched away from his obviously irate daughter.  "Okay !  I get the point honey !  A memory vault is a tricky spell, but I can probably do it.  And if I can't, I know a few ponies that can.

 

Most of the components are inexpensive, but you'll need a matched pair of memory pearls.  Those are not easy to come by.

I know someone in Huangjing that might have some.  You won't mind making a delivery for me, would you ?"

 

"What do you need delivered ?" TT asked warily.

 

"Bottlecaps." Caveat replied.

 

TT looked at him for a few seconds.  "Bottlecaps ?  That isn't code for something is it ?"

 

"Not this time." he replied, "Collectors of odd things are everywhere.  And Equestrian bottlecaps are extremely rare in Long Guo.  A Longma I met a few months ago was trying to complete a set.  He'll pay top bits for them, but I only managed to get all the ones he wanted a week ago."

 

TT thought for a bit.  "Well, if that's all you need, I'll do it !" she stated happily, "I'm pretty sure you have one of the other parts - a figurine.  Do you have something extraordinarily tacky and cheap ?"

 

Caveat raised an eyebrow. "That's pretty much all I sell here dear.  May I ask why you want something like that ?  The figurine holding one of the pearls can be anything, so WHY specifically cheap and tacky ?"

 

"To hide it in plain sight of course !" she replied, "A little glow in the dark paint on the memory pearl, and it will look fake !  Anypony that sees it will not realize how valuable it truly is !"

 

"You're as sneaky and underhooved as your mother !" Caveat stated with a chuckle, but thought 'that is a good thing AND a bad thing at the same time.'

 

And so as one part of Tongue Twister's adventures ends,  another might begin.  Or not.

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Tongue Twister laid on her bed back in her apartment in Manehattan.  She had the shades drawn, and was wearing a sleep mask and earmuffs - for the deep rummaging through the mindscape she was going to attempt, there could be no external distractions.

 

She imagined being on a cloud, floating through the sky on a moonless night.  Off in the distance in every direction she chose to look, were dark clouds with Mind Palaces upon them.  Each one representing a language and the cultures they were from.

 

She knew A LOT of languages, and so needed truly advanced memory techniques to keep them all straight.

 

But what she wanted was in a secure Vault on the ground - so she tucked her wings in and spiraled downward through mindspace.

 

There she found the entrances to her memories - two doors set into a mountain.  One was a thick steel door with sigils on it; the other looked like it was stolen from an outhouse, barely hanging on the hinges.  She went through THAT door, since the other led to endless circling in a labyrinth with no exit.

 

In the unmarked hallways, she came to an intersection.  She waited for a moment, listening for something.  From one corridor extended two long spider legs, then two more.  Then the creature itself - a dark grey pony spider with pairs of thin, twenty foot long legs were each of a pony's legs would be, and three pairs of yellow eyes.  It was also wearing a tool belt and a hard hat.

 

"So, what sort of damage was done this time Dream Weaver ?" Tongue Twister asked the arachno-pony (the  Aspect of Creation in her mind).

 

"Not all that much actually." it replied with TT's voice, "Since the memories were shuffled instead of being crushed, burned, shredded or ripped from your skull, there was almost no damage at all !"

 

"Hmph !  Thank Celestia for unintended favors !" TT replied, "I guess Whisp is having a conniption fit though."

 

"To say the least." Dream Weaver replied, "Every time she gets close to getting those recent memories  organized, that spell shuffles them !

 

So, you're going to do the Multi-Mind technique again ?"

 

"It worked the last time.  I just need to find at least two more Aspects to help."

 

Black oil started dripping from the ceiling, gathering together into a puddle.  Which began extending upward like a tethered bubble.  An eye appeared on it, which split into two eyes, which slowly migrated to where they should be on a pony.  Ears and limbs formed, and XynE (Zany - the Aspect of Flexibility) was in da house !  Who smiled and 'squeeeee'd in greeting.

 

"So, you got victimized by yet ANOTHER self-important twit ?" a harsh voice sneered from down the left corridor - from Zagzig, The Horror Within.  Aspect of Wrath.  Which looked like a more buff version of Tongue Twister.

 

"Why else would I be here ?" Tongue Twister asked her darkside, "Maybe we'll find out who did it this time, and we'll know who to beat up !"

 

"Promises promises !" Zagzig groused as he followed Tongue Twister, XynE and Dream Weaver down a corridor to meet up with Whisp (Aspect of Organization).  Who looked like a dark storm cloud in the shape of a pegasus, and even had the white socks that Tongue Twister has.  And the same glasses - the only solid part of Whisp's configuration.

 

"It is right over here." Whisp announced as she pointed the way.  They were in a library, with endless shelves up to ceiling - which could not be seen due to sheer height.    There, one of the books seemed to glow.

 

"Ok.  Everybody - GRAB IT NOW !" TT stated as she tried to grab the memory represented as a book - it immediately tried to swap places with a nearby book, but the other four Aspects grabbed the books before the swap could be made.  The Reflection Deflection spell was only intended to work on one pony's mind, and had no defense against being pulled in five different directions, and so collapsed with an implosion of light and concussive force.

 

TT was upside down against a wall.  "Everyone else alive ?" she asked.

 

There was a gigantic black stain on one wall.  If flowed back together to form XynE.  "Ow." she stated.

 

The smoke coalesced back into Whisp.  "I seem to be as intact as a vaporous idea can be."

 

From behind a shield make of silk, Dream Weaver replied "Aye."

 

There was a string of curses and swear words (in many different languages) from further down the aisle.  

 

"Zagzig is fine." XynE stated as she peered at the hulking shape in the distance, "I'd be worried when she didn't swear and curse !"

 

Whisp did a double take.  "I - keep forgetting that you can speak !"

 

"Of course I can speak !" XynE replied (with her mouth on the front of her barrel), "It's just that I only speak when I have something relevant to say !"

 

"CAN WE PLEASE JUST SEE WHAT SOME PONY DECIDED WE WERE NOT WORTHY TO REMEMBER !?" Zagzig bellowed, "EVEN *I* AM BEGINNING TO FEEL THE ENCROACHING HEADACHE !"

 

Tongue Twister opened the book, which became a floating screen displaying the memory it represented.

 

It showed TT talking with Double Dealer.  Getting the Shining Star artifact from her.  Then turning for home.  Some blurry figure thanked her for solving the problem - before blasting her with the Reflection Deflection spell.

 

"BOHHHHHHHHHHHHGUS !" whined XynE, "We don't know who zapped us, do we ?", earning a growl from Zagzig.

 

"Why don't you render your mind impervious to such attacks ?" Zagzig asked her lightside, "You know of such mental conditioning tricks !"

 

"Those tricks take decades to learn.  I doubt I have the time or dedication to do them properly."  TT replied, "And if they knew we were immune, they'd just hit us harder.  With different spells.  That AREN'T as gentle as the RefDef spell."

 

"So that's why you're trying to make a Memory Vault !" Whisp stated enthusiastically, "You'll still be affected by the spells.  It's just that you can reclaim what was lost later."

 

"Correct !" Tongue Twister answered as the surroundings began to fade, "Well, it looks like were done here.  I have a bottle of aspirin with my name on it waiting for me back in the real world.  So just go back to what you were doing to keep our mind functioning !  TTFN !"

 

Tongue Twister awoke on her bed a few hours later, every limb with the 'pins and needles' sensation, and feeling like some pony was hammering her skull with a sledgehammer - from the inside.

 

"Hopefully this will be the last time I have to do THAT !" she groused to herself as she limped to the sink to get a glass of water, and downed a few aspirin ...

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Tongue Twister looked over the paperwork her mother had given her - various documents of transit, passports, import/export licenses, and directions.

 

"Great Celestia does Mom give wonderful directions !" TT said to herself in her room in Manehattan, "This has got to be the most efficient route possible.  Except near the end here - if I stop at this station, I'll have to fly for three and a half days to the east, slightly curving to the north north east along a river's course. 

 

Or, I can just go to the end of the line.  Then it's just two days straight flying."

 

She noted that on her map, her mother had drawn a rough cartoon of an elderly stallion, with the words 'Ticket Taker of DooOOOOM !!' written under it.

 

TT looked at it closely, squinted at it, then wondered why her mom had written it like that.

 

"Short, straight and direct is always best for long trips." she noted to herself as she headed for the train station.

 

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"Well, THAT was ... cringeworthy !" she noted to herself as she took to the skies, heading twelve degrees, 25 minutes, 15 seconds north of east.

It was times like this, high in the air among the clouds that she REALLY loved being a pegasus !

Ace and Deuces had a rather different opinion of things; being ground creatures, they hunkered down in her saddlebag and didn't move much.

 

TT figured three stops of half an hour each for meals and such should be fine.  She'd end up on the eastern shore of Equestria, to catch a boat to Neighpon (she can't fly the great distance with no rest stops !)  From there it was a short flight to Long Guo.  Then to the Outer Ward of Heighjing to track down the Longma dad sold that bottlecap collection to.

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Tongue Twister was lounging in a cafe in Las Pegasus, having returned from an unexpectedly successful trip.

She managed to acquire a matched pair of memory pearls, and her dad and his associates were crafting the

Memory Vault for her.  She had also picked up some Hearths Warming gifts - a small cask of beer from Hoofenheim for mom (she used to work in the casinos, and they always had The Good Stuff), and some Polka albums for dad (she loves the big goof dearly, but his tastes in music were, well .... )

 

She looked around and the busy opulence around her.  "Hard to believe mom grew up here."

 

"Long time no see, cousin !" a pegasus stallion stated.

 

"Looking good Crowbar !" TT replied, "How's Uncle Legbreaker doing ?".

 

"Same as always." he replied, "So, what brings you to town ?  Las Pegasus has never been your style."

 

"Business.  Been trying to expand my vocational abilities."

 

Crowbar looked around furtively.  "Now may not be a good time for you to be here."

 

"Oh ?  What's going on ?"

 

"Some new casino moved in.  We may have to have a talk with them, to make sure they're not going to muscle in on our territory."

 

TT held her breath to not snort her iced tea out her nose - Crowbar was talking about Ice Storm's place !

 

"The folks there have no intention of muscling in on anybody." TT replied quietly, looking about sneakily.

 

"Really ?  How would you know that ?"

 

"I have my sources." she replied, "Trust me - it's just some rich stallion trying to get richer without anyone noticing."

 

Crowbar suspected his cousin was shading the truth a bit, but knew not to press.

 

"You're sure we won't need to have a meeting with them ?" he asked.

 

"Probably."  TT replied with a dismissive wave, "But I'm just spinning the breeze here.  Give my regards to Uncle Legbreaker for me."

 

"Sure.  See you later." Crowbar replied as he walked away, figuring that TT had passed on a warning for him about pursuing the matter further.

 

TT heaved a sigh of relief.  "Hopefully, STAR will have one less mundane threat to deal with.  And mom's old friends would've been wiped out if they tried to 'deal with' them !

 

It's funny - if I do things right, nopony should know if I've done anything at all."

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