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  1. Neoniie

    A Wild Ask Blog Appeared!

    By Neoniie,

    I have created an ask blog for everypony's favourite scientist!
    Some answers will be written, others drawn, mostly depending on how much answering time I have. I'll be mostly using it as an excuse to practice my art abilities.
    So, get on over there and ask some questions!
  2. Neoniie
    A/N: So, here's my entry to the December Writefriend for the theme: Winter in Stalliongrad (though I technically added some holiday hints in there, especially at the end). I tried to give Stalliongrad a sort of industrial revolution/Great Depression feel, as that was the first image of it that popped into my mind. I also went a wee bit over the suggested word count (by 31). Either way, I hope you enjoy it and some constructive crit is always welcome!
    Snowfall in the Jewel of the North
    Quantum Flux arrived just in time for the first snowfall in Stalliongrad. The light diamond dust contrasted starkly with the black smoke pouring out of several nearby smokestacks. Flux trotted forward slowly, repositioning her travelling cloak to better protect herself from the cold. Stalliongrad was much different than the snow coloured unicorn had expected. She had never formed a particularly poignant vision of the faraway city, but it's appearance was still quite novel. The buildings themselves were rather grey and industrial, much like the older building built during the Great Industrial era of Equestrian society. A thin layer of smoke surrounded the city, preventing a particularly detailed examination from Flux's current position.
    When she reached the gates, she stopped and took in the structure for a moment. It was made of pure steel, ensuring that it would be cold to the touch. Bars ran between the two main segments on the top and bottom, allowing a view into the city itself. Above the gate was carved a motto, Machinae nostra lux - Machines light our way. Clearly, Stalliongrad was a highly mechanical city. Searching for an entrance of sorts, Flux spotted a tiny silver bell, almost transparent against the steel of the gates. Nudging it gently with her muzzle, a clear sound rung out. It was surprisingly loud for such a small implement and almost immediately a pegasus pony peaked his head out of a door that had suddenly opened on the side of one of the towers that flanked the gate.
    "And what would you be doin' in Stalliongrad?" asked the pony, slowly trotting over to Flux. He was a sturdily built pony, obviously well muscled and born for guard duty such as this. He wore a thick coat to keep out the cold - a thing that the residents of Stalliongrad had managed to perfect over the years. He had a slight accent, one that was quite foreign to Flux's ears. She was more used to the rather high talking citizens of the Canterlot, but the sound was not unpleasant. It had a base, earthy tone that was gruff but not especially rough.
    "I have come to rendezvous with a pegasus engineer. His name is Professor Cogsly," Flux answered quickly, not wanting to arouse suspicion.
    The older pegasus chuckled. "Ah, ya must be from Canterlot with such official speak. 'T ain't an interrogation, Miss. We just need to try to monitor our comings and goings durin' the winter an' holidays. We can't have too many ponies in at once, y'see." Flux nodded, staying silent in anticipation. "Cogsly's a daft one, but he's brilliant when he gets it right. Go on in; I'll signal the guardsponies." The pegasus did so, giving a quick wave of his hoof. Sure enough, the gates slowly opened, revealing the inner city of Stalliongrad.
    It was much less smokey inside the city itself, making seeing great distances much easier. The city was chock full of creatures of all descriptions. Griffons, cynogriffons, and pegasi flew overhead, several carrying building materials or holiday decorations as they went. Earth-bound ponies, zebras, and a few dragons traversed the streets, stopping at store windows to gaze in at expensive gifts and clothing. The streets were packed together, filled with high rising buildings, but the sheer size of Stalliongrad made everything seem more spacious. Flux stood in shock for a moment, unsure as to which direction to take. Eventually, she settled on east and trotted down a side-street.
    Oddly, the side-streets were more spacious than the main roads, as though they had needed to fill out all the remaining space in the area. Many younger ponies were out in the streets, playing games such as hoofkey and snowball fighting. Stopping a wayward snowball quickly with her magic, Flux navigated around the excited youth as well as she could. With a small smile, Flux remembered her own enthusiasm about the winter season. It was one of her few “normal” excitement periods, though not for conventional reasons. Flux loved winter for two reasons. One: it was one of the few periods of seasonal change, meaning new phenomena to analyze. Two: at the time, Flux was a bit of a closet anthropologist. She was very interested in the new behaviour it brought forth in many creatures.
    Shaking away her nostalgia, the red-maned unicorn trotted onward. She was determined to find Professor Cogsly before nightfall, at which time she would be forced to stay at an inn for the night. Flux's journey had been quite long and her travelling cloak let much to be desired in the area of dependable insulation. The chilly December air had already started to penetrate Flux's feeble defence.
    Flux stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over something close to the ground. Upon further examination, Flux found it to be a very young cynogriffon. The hatchling was covered in snow, obscuring its golden coloured body. It looked up slowly at the unicorn, blinking its piercing blue eyes slowly. Flux looked around in an attempt to locate the cynogriffon's family, but there were only ponies in sight. With a quick levitation spell, Flux pulled the pony out of the snow, carrying the child high above her head, hoping that the slightly warmer air would keep the child relatively warm.
    Unfortunately, a wind picked up and Flux transferred the child to a position just beneath her shoulder, sheltering the hatchling as best as she could. Trotting off through the streets, Flux travelled until the sun begun to set. Finally admitting defeat, she returned to the side-street to find a small cluster of cynogriffons calling out in the snow. Hope sparking in her once more, Flux approached the oldest cynogriffon.
    “Excuse me,” she said, drawing the attention of a piercing golden gaze. “I found this hatchling earlier today, is he yours?” Flux produced the child from underneath its sheltering location. The cynogriffon's eyes sparkled with recognition.
    “Oh! Wayfinder, there you are! We've got him!” The other cynogriffon's gathered around the child, all looking deeply relieved. “We're very grateful. How on Equestria can we repay ya?” Flux started to protest and insist that no reward was necessary and that she really ought to be going, but the cynogriffon spoke again. “We could let ya stay the night. We can tell you all about the cynogriffon traditions and Stalliongrad's history.”
    Flux looked at the cynogriffon in confusion, causing the winged creatures to laugh slightly. “We can all tell by your speech, Miss. Ya ain't from here.” After a brief consideration, Flux accepted the offer with a smile and a thank you. Professor Cogsly can wait. I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot I was arriving today anyway, no harm done.
    The group of cynogriffons, plus a recently added pony, strolled back down the side-street. Just as the fog began to obscure their forms, the sound of festive songs starting up could be heard. It was indeed a happy holiday.
  3. Neoniie
    Okie-dokie-lokie! So, this is just a quick and dirty (literally) series of drabbles that I wrote last night. They're not my best, but I wanted some practice with Flux's character. Despite being in her Madness Place for most of these, I don't think I have her quite "mad scientists-y" enough yet. Basically, I don't think I have her final, stable characterization yet. However, that's what practice is for, no? Also, for the curious, Chiptune is an OC from a different board who is friends with Flux. I may actually bring her over here after some revision...



    Anyway, without further ado, onto the drabbles!
    4 Signs that Somepony Needs a Bath
    1. When Even Your Muddy Ferret Doesn't Want To Be Around You
    Quantum Flux paced back and forth across the rugged and stained floor of the room. Such architecture was to be expected, due to both the age and purposes of the basement that the scientist pony called home. Levitating a battered and dog-earred leather bound notebook toward her, Flux began to look over the hypotheses and previous experiments. A quiet tapping sound emanated from the tiny door that Flux had requested for her ferret, Tesla.
    Dropping the notebook, Flux dashed over to the door and directed some magic toward the handle, opening it for her brown furred companion. Tesla yawned as he entered, seeming tired but generally normal. However, Flux noted that he seemed to be a much darker brown than usual and that a strange dripping sound accompanied his steps. Lowering her head to eye level with the small creature, Flux asked, "Is that mud?".
    The tiny creature nodded, shaking his fur to force out the wetter pieces of mud. Most of the wet dirt clung to his coat, already dried enough that a simple shake of the body would not dislodge them. Raising her head again, Flux turned to her fallen notebook and began to read it aloud. "Alright Tesla, you're late and there fore we have lots to catch up on. I need you to fetch me some..." Turning around, Flux stopped abruptly, staring at Tesla. The ferret had backed away, covering his nose and waving a tiny paw in front of him to bat away some invisible odour.
    Staring at him in confusion, Flux did a quick inventory of the room. I did just have a minor explosion, but it was most odourless, so it can't be that. Torvus isn't cooking, thank Celestia. I haven't left the steam tubes open again. What could it possibly be? The unicorn's puzzled expression made her question clear to the ferret, who pointed to the dusty calender in the corner of the room. Flux never used it, but Torvus flipped it to the correct month when he bothered to enter the basement. She remembered that her experiments had begun on a Thursday and consulting the calender, she saw that a whole week had gone by.
    “Oh,” mumbled the unicorn. “I suppose you won't help me until I've taken a bath then?” Tesla nodded exuberantly. “Very well, but you'd better have the supplies out when I'm back.”
    2. When Your Friend Buys You Some Soap and Insists That You Have a Pool Party
    “Look, Flux,” began the lime green Pegasus, flapping her wings gently as she spoke. “I know that you're on the edge of an important breakthrough or something, but I haven't seen you for a week and a half! I'm just worried about you, Flux.”
    The white unicorn scoffed, shifting the goggles off her face and turning away from her bubbling concoction. “I'm perfectly fine! Nothing to worry about,” Flux smiled at her friend, but based on the Pegasus' expression, it was not very convincing.
    “Just this one time, please? I even got you a present!” The Pegasus fully grounded herself and produced a wrapped up bar from her flankpack. Flux sighed, but levitated the object toward her, unwrapping it with some magic. Under the wrapping paper, a bar of pink soap could be seen.
    Flux raised her eyebrow, "Soap? Odd. When someone like you, Chiptune, announces that they have a gift, its generally a bit more extravagant." Flux immediately began to examine the bar, complete with an internal inspection. "However, I'm certain I can make use of its fizzing properties in my experiments."
    "Actually, I was thinking that we should have a pool party! With soap!" Chiptune declared, faux excitement on her face. Even Flux, who was not very familiar with many social practices, found this to be a rather odd suggestion.
    "With soap? Forgive me, but I wasn't aware that soap was usually involved in such exercises."
    "To be honest, it isn't, but Torvus has started complaining about the smell down here and we've got to get rid of it. Now come on, we've got a soap pool party to go to!"
    3. When You Finally Notice That the Smell Isn't Torvus' Bad Cooking
    Flux was on a mission. Taking time away from her precious experiments wasn't something Flux did lightly, but the matter at hand was immensely pressing. Tesla watched Flux patch back and forth, yawning slightly as the rhythm began to lull him into sleep. "Tesla! This is no time for sleep! This stench has gotten so bad that I can't work through it any longer. We must confront Torvus. I know he means well, but if his cooking is interfering with my work, something must be done!" The ferret mewed in annoyance and lay his head down on his paws. "Fine, I shall go and do it myself," Flux declared, trotting up the stairs.
    With a dramatic bang, Flux opened the door and began to speak. "Torvus! I apologize, but I think I must be blunt with you. Your cooking is terrible. I didn't mind it as much before, but now the stench is interrupting my work. I'm sure something can be worked out, but I need at least a temporary solution in order to return to my work!"
    Torvus chuckled, "I'll say! I was wondering when you'd notice. That smell ain't me, Quantum, it's you." Flux looked puzzled for a moment before seeing the date once more. With a small "oh" of realization, she bowed out of the room as respectfully as she could, closing the door softly behind her.
    "Also, my cooking is divine!" The old Earth Pony called after her, causing Tesla to s****** slightly.
    4. When You Just Blew Up Something...Again
    It seems that soap is not the best thing to use in one's experiments. It's combination with one of Flux's various chemicals had resulting in the ball of smoke that now engulfed the basement level of the Clock Tower. Coughing loudly, Flux cleared away some of the smoke with her magic, depositing it into a disused corner. Tesla, who could be identified by his smaller coughs, scurried over to the magically cleared corner of the room. "Note to self, never use soap with chemicals that contain more volatile components."
    Bring forth a notebook labelled Unwise Combinations Volume II, Flux scribbled down this information and began to take inventory of the room. It seemed intact, with minimal damage to any equipment or surfaces. However, Flux and Tesla were completely covered in soot and smoke. Tesla looked pointedly at her, his meaning clear. "This is the third time this month. It seems to be turning into some strange pattern."
    With a slight shake of his head in incredulity, Tesla climbed up the stairs quickly. Flux followed, bringing the remnants of the soap bar with her and preparing to sort of explanation to a no doubt impatient Torvus.

  4. Neoniie
    First off, happy first entry! Woo!
    Alright, now onto the main topic. I am just swamped with stuff this weekend. Homework, tests, original fiction, Pony fic, trying to get my scanner to work; you name it, I've probably got to do it. However, it seems that I tend to work best under pressure and I don't get very motivated without the weight of a deadline over my head. So, I suppose I'll just attempt to enjoy it and moderate my work time and pony time.
    As a side note, if anyone has ideas or OCs that they would like to suggest to me for my story, feel free to put them in a comment. The storyline is not quite set up, but I think it will probably be an epic adventure-questie thing, so ideas are definately both needed and appreciated.
    That's about it, so 'till next time!
    Keep calm and pony on,
    ~ Neoniie
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