Posted 06 June 2012 - 12:01 PM
The one he now held in the grip of his horn was more mysterious. The return address was the Royal Exploration Society here in Canterlot, which was probably why it had gotten through to him, and a small golden stamp in one corner showed it had been passed by palace security for prank spells and effects. While he was the royal patron of the Society, he preferred to keep his involvemenrt, at least officially, at the tip of his horn.
A letter opener was enfolded in his horn's glow and rose up to slit open the letter. Pulling out the standard sheet of Society headed notepaper, he perused the contents.
Posted 07 June 2012 - 06:13 AM
I have written this letter in great haste to give you word of a recent discovery a few colleges and I had come across. During our stays in the wild-lands, we came across a fine notebook nestled in leatherbark which was marked with the most grand insignia of the Duchy of Canter. When we returned to Canterlot and to the Explorers Society headquarters, I was advised by my betters than you might find this notebook of interest. By the luck of the draw, the Society will be holding a formal dinner and event on ***day. Along with guest lectures, there will be a themed dining experience that you may find of great interest. Chefs from all over Equestria from the noted Gustave LeGrand to Mulia Mild will serving some of the better known meals during the course of the event. I also heard the wine list will be exquisite. If this is of interest to you, please meet us at the start of the event. Also please be advised that the notebook has not been opened, as we knew that its contents were not meant for our eyes, and also that we feared that opening it under improper conditions may lead to damage or even the destruction of the notebook's contents. We hope to see you at the event.
Most bounden and devoted,
Fire Walker-Lieutenant/R.E.A/Canterlot Commons
A ticket is attached to the bottom of the letter. It reads "ADMIT ONE: The 56TH Explorers Society Eat & Drink Around Equestria."
The name 'Fire Walker' sounded somewhat familiar to him. She might be a member of one of Canterlot's elder families. Unlike most of the older bloodlines in Canterlot, her family was not famous due to their wealth or power, but that for generations, nearly every member of the family were loyal members of the R.E.A. She, like the rest of her family were Pegasus ponies. He might have seen her before. Patrolling near Canterlot's gaming halls. She wasn't that hard on the royal eyes.
*The day after Blueblood reads this letter*
Posted 07 June 2012 - 12:16 PM
Could it be? Could some random pony have discovered his father's missing journal, and some trace of his fathers last expedition? His mother had done her best to destroy most of the momentoes of his father's exploring career, on the basis that a proper noble had no business galivanting off to the far corners of the world. He still remembered the icy cold denunciation of his cutie mark as being unworthy of a noble, being wrong...
He shook off the unpleasant memories. The few things he'd saved, like his father's journals, or collected, like the Daring Doo novels, were his dirty little secret. So it was unlikely in the extreme that it was some kind of hoax. No-one knew about this, and publically he was far too cultured and dignified to step onto grass that hadn't been hooficured into a surface that would shame a billiards table.
He read eagerly through the rest of the letter. An ex-REA officer? Wait, wasn't there a Fire Walker in that cadet line... a mare if he remembered correctly. And he usually did, the minutiae of Canterlot society and it's denizens was as key to his job as the knowledge of Canterlot's winding streets was to a hackney pony. The tone of the letter was suitably respectful, but she clearly hadn't done her homework.
As Royal Patron of the Society, he had a standing invitation to such things, though admittedly, the necessity of maintaining a distance from anything that could be considered work, especially to do with exploration, meant that he couldn't usually attend such things, unless there was some social or staus connection. However, for this bit of news he would make an exception.
He tucked away his father's notebook, laid down the note, and picked up parchement and pen to compose a reply.
I shall be pleased to meet you in the Uyanazi room at the start of the event. If the book is what I believe it to be, it may well be of interest to myself.
Prince Blueblood, 53rd Duke of Canter, Guardian of the Princesses, Defender of the Weak.
Posted 07 June 2012 - 08:00 PM
"I used to hang around the 'old hall' when I was just a filly.", she grinned as she glanced around the room, "Place brings back so many good memories! We'd stop over here and father would mingle with his old drinking buddies, while I checked out the new relics that were just discovered. Sometimes merry old 'Colonel Critchlow' would sit and spin one of his always fascinating adventure stories.", she let out a sigh, "I do miss the old rascal. I would come here and dream that one day I would be the one finding the super rare artifacts and would have them on display for all to see, and wala! I er...we.", she grinned sheepishly at the two stallions, "Found the fabled right eye of 'King Kungaloosh!", she let out a 'squee' while bouncing a little in place, "And to think, the good Colonel found the left eye all those years ago. I just wish he was here to see this! He'd be so proud.", she quickly wiped away a tear before turning her attention to the entrance.
"Have you two ever met 'Prince Blueblood'? From time to time I used to stand guard at the great Canterlot dance hall he would frequent. Never actually spoke to him,but I've heard stories. But we must be positive! I was correct when I said an successful adventure would lead straight to another equally, if not more adventurous adventure, and here we are, waiting for a prince!". The Pegasus was feeling extra spirited tonight. The flood of pleasant memories, dreams of adventures to come, and an open bar made for a very happy pony.
Posted 07 June 2012 - 08:49 PM
He let her have her fun, talking about the artifact and names that meant a bit less to him than it did to her. He'd like to hear the stories of course, but for now, he didn't know too much about this 'King Kungaloosh'.
"Never met the b'y, but I heard the stories meself. I'll keep me snout shut on 'em, though, an' let him present himself before I make me judgement." Muggo' said simply, chuckling. "What about ya, Dunder?" he asked, looking around Fire Walker to look at his old friend.
"Y'ever bump into the upper class o' Canterlot?"
Muggo' had never quite imagined he'd be here, and felt a little out of place. Everything felt so formal, for a pony who was the very definition of informal. He preferred the more casual atmosphere of his bar to this kind of place. Not to mention he figured the elites of all sorts would be here...he wanted to come across as rather dignified, worthy of Canterlot. Maybe in the end he'd attract some more customers for his bar. In the meantime, he'd work on not embarrassing his travelling companions.
Posted 07 June 2012 - 09:11 PM
Dunder was only wearing a light pink dress shirt after Fire got all dressed up. He would have preferred wearing nothing, but this was to be an important meeting. Maybe it was better that he didn't look like he didn't care, especially since this was such a big thing for fire. He'd hate to ruin it for her. Anyway, she knew what she was doing better than him when it came to Canterlot nobles. His history with them wasn't the best.
"Yep, have many times. Most of the time, it doesn't end well. I usually end up offending them somehow. I don't even know what I do." He said, "But forget them, I don't give a flying feather. I'm also going to try to think about everything I say, so I don't mess this up." He said. "And maybe to see if he's really as they say he is." He said, looking to Muggo.
Posted 07 June 2012 - 09:39 PM
(OOC: The 'Eye Of 'King Kungaloosh' was just a really big red gem. Not an actual eyeball!)
Posted 07 June 2012 - 11:58 PM
[Not really. I usually don't want to overwhelm a poster who may be away, or throw off the conversation, but considering the three are waiting for Blueblood, they can probably banter back and forth until then.]
Posted 08 June 2012 - 12:11 AM
"Auctions, aye?" he asked. Good thing he'd brought bits along. He could always look for something to bring bar to the bar for all of this. He tilted his head and took the card from her with a word of thanks, looking it over.
"Well, thank ya kindly, Fire!" he said sincerely, smiling. "If I get the chance to get up here from Fillydelphia, I'll be sure to stop by." he said. The place seemed rather interesting, and hopefully, like she said, a little less stuff.
"So I'm takin' bets." he said after a moment, a pause to put the card in his vest pocket. "For how long it'll take Blueblood to get here. Somethin' tells me he's gunna be pure Canterlot an' be fashionably late." he joked.
Posted 08 June 2012 - 12:00 PM
However, the attandant's stammered, "P... Prince Blueblood! It's an honour... I'll inform the Chairman at once..." Did give him a pleasant little glow inside.
He waved it off with a hoof. "I'm here as a private citizen, not in my official capacity. I'd prefer it if you kept quiet. I am likely to be extremely busy. If I need the Chairman, I shall call for him later."
He wended his way through the crowds. Quite a few of Canterlot's elite were here, along with the more common ponies. There were a few raised eyebrows, but it wasn't like this was a working conference. The VIP lounge would provide some excellent refreshments, and a few of the nobility and great maganates sponsored expeditions, so they had reason to be there. He graciously recieved the few acknowledgements he recieved, but refused to be drawn into a conversation.
He knew his way around, having been here before, and navigation had always been a talent of his. Besides the Uyanazi room was close to the main entrance, easy to find even if you were coming here for the first time. He made his way inside, appreciating the tribal masks that lined the walls, and the zebra carvings and artwork. The place was quiter than the main hall, and had alcoves with padded cushions and low tables, carved from dark Uyanazi hardwoods, to sit at. A buffet was set up at one end of the room, but it was common fare, he would wait and go get horse'dervres at the VIP lounge if he wanted anything.
He looked around, wondering which of the mares was Firewalker. Though he knew her name and affilaitions, he didn't know her on sight.
Posted 08 June 2012 - 07:09 PM
The mare balanced a wine glass in her hoof, while the larger earth pony held what appeared to be a small leather journal. This was obviously a very good idea, as it would probably take an entire platoon of the princess' finest to wrestle the book from such an opposing stallion.
She stood, with a very polite smile on her face and waited patiently for the good prince to respond.
Posted 08 June 2012 - 10:34 PM
When he was hoofed the card from Fire, he examined it all over. "Wow! Thanks Fire! And I'm probably just not wear any clothes when I come here. Only if you come I'll be forced to not let you show me up too hard with your dress." He said and stuck his tongue out at her. "Or Muggo' with his fancy stuff."
"I'll bet you one bit that this pony will be a few minutes late." Dunder said, he said in response to Muggo's 'taking bets.' "Fashionably late sounds like something he'd do. If the rumors are true, but I don't like to pay much attention to rumors." He said.
When Blublood came in, Dunder watched Fire. she seemed to handle things well with royalty. Well, she grew up around them, so it would only make sense. He sat back in his seat and looked away. He flashed Muggo a 'What do you think?' look.
Posted 08 June 2012 - 11:05 PM
"Lieutenant Firewalker?" He could see the journal, and it looked like the real thing, but while he was desperate to check it, it would never do to seem too eager or excited. "I see you have the notebook you mentioned. Shall we dispense with the customary effusions of excitment at meeting me in person and adjourn to one of the tables? I wish to examine the artifact more closely."
Posted 09 June 2012 - 12:05 AM
Posted 09 June 2012 - 03:01 AM
He caught Dunder's look and gave an almost-imperceptible shrug with a shoulder. He didn't quite know what to think just yet. Blueblood definitely was highly formal, but then again, this WAS Canterlot, after all. However, he seemed rather...arrogant. 'Effusions of excitement at meeting me in person'? Muggo' had to fight from letting out a laugh.
Hoof over the notebook? Oh right! She'd asked him to carry it. "Aye, s'here somewhere..." he mumbled, reaching a hoof into the vest and searching through one of the large inner pockets. He gingerly pulled out the notebook, knowing it was valuable and thus being rather gentle with it. "So, what's it worth to ya?" he teased with a joking smile toward Blueblood, gently placing the notebook on the table well within hoof's reach of the stallion.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 03:42 AM
The moment he looked down at his book, Fire glanced back at the two non-royal ponies with little daggers in her eyes. She wasn't that upset with Muggo', as how could any pony stay upset with the big dumb puppy dog, but she made it very clear without saying a word, that it would be very unwise to speak to the Prince at the moment. Once that was finished, she turned her attention back to the prince, once again.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 03:55 AM
He coughed from the foreign taste of the red liquid and cleared his throat before speaking. "Muggo' is right. We want to know what you're gonna pay." He said as he leaned back in his chair and looked at Muggo' then at Blueblood.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 04:03 AM
"We're just kiddin', b'y. It belongs to ya, right an' fair." he said with a sincere smile. "An' that's where it'll stay." he added, taking a sip of wine from his own glass, though he was never a huge fan of it himself. Still, it was a drink, and he was a bit thirsty.
"I know how much a family heirloom's worth, an' ya can't count it out in bits. If that book belongs to yer family, it's yers. Can't put a price on that even if ya tried." he said. It'd be like somepony asking how much it would cost to buy the bar from Muggo'. It having been in his family's hooves since his grandfather bought it, the price would be nothing, because nopony would ever get it except his own child, whenever he had one.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 12:52 PM
OOC: Ha! Great posts guys! Very funny! It's nice to play the serious one for a change! You know she's going to murder you all!