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Pssh, who was this tool-box to tell her who and what was deserving of parades? Parades for heroic were pretty big deals because they weren't common. They tended to involve coronations or extremely heroic deeds, and besides, he hadn't been on the front page of any paper she was aware of. She was something of a collector of them, at least as bed material. Besides, it paid to stay aware of what was going on because you never knew when a story about a Prince visiting an orphanage was secretly about the Prince trying to pay off some foreign mercenaries for an ancient relic. It wasn't very common but hey, once was enough for her to create a pattern! In any matter, this griffon's story was coming apart at the seams, or he was just overblowing accurate accomplishments because she was seventeen percent sure that she was a hundred percent sure that he hadn't been on the front page. She could buy that he was a secret agent for the crown who had saved the land, but it was hard to believe anything when he claimed something as insane as being on the front page!

"Front page, you say? Hmm..." She said, more than a little disbelieving and not paying attention to what he was saying. Maybe he was responsible for all of this! Everything was boring before he came along, which meant that it was all about him. Which meant maybe HE was the villain! If he was the villain his plan was sorta lame but at least somecreature was trying to have fun of her. No one would have fun with her! Before she defeated him she'd write him a really swell note for being such a hoot-

-She flew into the wall, which served to bring her back to reality slowly and take in what he was saying.

"Big bad, you say? Fancy that, wouldn't you? Heh, well, I suppose I will just have to go first! I sure hope this is not a traaaap!" She trailed off, flying onto the cave.

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Of course she hadn't read about him in any newspaper, a true secret agent would never actually take public recognition of his achievements. His enemies would be onto him in a moment, especially because his form made him stand out among ponies! That being said, another reason why she may not have heard about him was simply because he had never done anything heroic, aside from watering dry ponies of course!

He did get an intriguing idea though, the griffon panning over to his friend as they flew through the rocky terrain. As he prepared to ask for her help, he saw the distracted pony headbutt a rocky wall. While she may have been hard headed, the Griffon guessed that her face didn't defeat too many rocks. "You okay Pathy? I can smell secret passages. No need to face check the walls," he joked while following the pegasus into the lair of the big bad.

The light ringing of metal filled the air as the duo found themselves inside a water bottling facility of some kind. Some monster was stealing water and putting it into bottles! Who knows what evil things they might be doing with an army of water bottles!

Gerrard was familiar enough with water to understand what was going on, strange looking magic devices sorting water into containers of different shapes. Gerrard chuckled a bit as he figured that someone was just trying to profit off of the water. This of course didn't stop the hybrid from having some fun with pathfinder though"

"I have a favor to ask of you. When I bring justice to this evildoer, you need to take credit for everything. Nobody can know of my secret identity! Please use a pet name of some sort if you must speak of my amazing deeds! I can't allow pride and vanity to ruin my promising career of secret pony saving," he dramatically explained to her as they stood on a ledge over the primitive factory. Of course Gerrard was exaggerating again, but he wanted to have as much fun as his clearly crazy associate.

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Pssh, like he could actually smell secret passages. Secret passages by and large didn't HAVE any smells! They were hidden for a reason. usually masked with some sort of magic that also acted as a defense mechanism. One time she had been investigating this super cool cave and she thought that she found a secret passage, only for it to all come down on top of her head as she had been flying down it. Turns out that some magic could lead you into super cool traps via smell! Experience was a useful ally, and it told her that it'd be hard to smell a secret passage. Unless of course it was just a turn of phrase. Either way, it helped distract her from the fact she had just smacked her voice in a rock.

"Well, you know what they say about Griffons- with beaks as big as theirs, they'd have to smell everything!" She said, chortling heavily before slapping her friend-or-possibly-traitor on the back.

"Just kidding. If what I learned in the Pit was accurate, they don't smell much," She kidded her new-found ally again, nudging him as they entered what appeared to be a bottling plant.

Talk about severe. soul-crushing disappointment. Pathfinder hovered over to them, inspecting them with a displeased scowl while her ally asked er to take credit. For what, a stupid illegal bottling operation? That was dumb. Super dumb. She wouldn't want her name within a mile of this rinky dink operation. Her reputation would take a hit just by being involved in it in any capacity at all. Why the heck were there ghosts above and traps around and giant wrestling piranhas. The big bad wasn't the cause for all that? Super frustrating! Pathfinder had left super cool adventures in the dust above to come journey with Gerry only to be involved in the lamest of dastardly plots. She hovered over to Gerry and just flapped in place, frowning and placing her hooves at her hips.

"You think I'd take credit for busting THIS up? No way! Unless the water is evil or the bottles are evil or you're a traitor, then this is the most disappointing villain's lair in history!" She sighed, looking downcast, "I want to have super cool fun adventures with ghosts and traps and wrestling piranhas. This is literally none of those things!" She covered her eyes before turning around, "alright, let's go put an end to whatever lameness is ahoof."

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This mystery couldn't be as lame as it seemed. Surely there had to be some reason for the ghosts and fish in this strange area. Regardless, it seemed as if all would be revealed soon.

When she spoke of his beak, the griffon smirked devilishly as he turned to address her. "You know what they say about griffons with big black beaks? They have big senses! You should be aware of griffon predatory senses from experience. A good secret passage is hard to smell, but the presence of it can be felt if you know what to look for. A building like this would get really hot, but I imagine they cool it off with some sort of air conditioning. That means be on the look out for irrational airflow," he explained with a naughty chuckle before he gave some serious information to his friend. The griffon showed her one of toned forelegs, a keen eye able to see some sort of wind crossing over his coat even though they were inside a facility.

He followed after Pathfinder as she hovered over the plant. It was an illegal bottling plant and as boring as it was, surely this couldn't be the extent of it all, right? "Surely there must be something going on here, a good adventure never let's you down, at least not until the last page," he explained with a serious expression as he hovered with his talons folded at his chest.

Things didn't seem to make sense! That was until things began to come together behind them. Two ghosts slowly began to phase through the wall from out of sight and gently patted the pair on the shoulders.

"Surprise. Two orders of fast food, delicious," a ghastly voice whispered to the pair. Gerrard felt his coat stand on end and turned to see the horrifying visage of two ghosts. These were nothing like the ones from before, they seemed to mean business!

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This griffon was starting to strain her large amounts of belief in the werid and wild that had more or less defined Pathfinder since she was a filly. Ancient magic she could accept and she had seen in action a few dozen times every month. Old mechanical workings that were known only to the ponies of myth and legend? Sure, she saw that too. Seeing was believing and she believed in many, many things. But Gerry? Gerry was talking a load of nonsense. Super nonsense filters everywhere all over. He had crossed the line from believability sometime earlier but she had put her faith in him ue to being a winning griffon earlier in the adventure. Now he was insane. WHAT WAS AIR CONDITIONING? IT WAS NOT A THING THAT EXISTED ANYWHERE! He was losing credibility, as was her interest in an illegal bottling operation. Ghosts or not, traps or not, the end game was boring. At least the adventure had been fun.

But then finally something of some interest happened in the worst end game villain lair of all time. More ghosts appeared, one for the each of them. Good thing, because she aas about to double back and fight the large piranhas again. They whispered to the pair and Pathfinder found herself turned around by the ghostly ghost. Looked like the ghost of a unicorn, but with a jaw the size of a mountain. Oh wait, it wasn't that big. It was just unhinging! Super cool. It grew to huge lengths before Pathfinder could understand what was happening and suddenly the jaws came down on the incredibly willing pegasus. At the last second she leapt back, the etheral jaws clashing soundlessly as a rush of cold air hit her.

"Ha! Silly ghost, Pathfinder's for Snowy!" Pathfinder shot back fluttering a small retreat while facing her foe. How to defeat a ghost, eh? Well-

"Silly food." The ghost sneered and several bottles started smacking Pathfinder hard enough to break. Then more. And more. After a few hits pathfinder caught up and started to dodge them like they were arrows, but every moment lost was a moment gained for her enemy.

'How're ya doin' Gerry?"

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It was rather unfortunate that Pathfinder was not accustomed to the luxuries of modern life, Canterlot in particular. While machines that turned energy into cold were few and far between, Pathfinder sorely underestimated pony and griffon ingenuity! Needy uppity ponies had always devised clever ways to avoid summer heat. To the pegasus who lacked expert knowledge of both technology and magic, it was an understandable conclusion, one he would explain futher if she expressed her discontent to him.

That of course would have to wait until the matters at claw were dealt with! The one thing that scared Gerrard more than anything was staring back at him, a ferocious griffoness with rather sharp looking talons. Like many before this ghostly griffon, she wanted to claw his eyes out, clearly in agreement of his social advances!

A screech filled the air as the ghost lunged at Gerrard, the monster letting it's presence known to him. Gerrard's golden eyes went wide as he jumped back from the fervent slashes. "Sometimes, you just gotta play hard to get! Pathfinder, while you wrestle ghosts, I'm going to uncover the true villain," Gerrard explained the most aloof way he could master. While he was sorta telling the truth, he was absolutely terrified, the hybrid running absurdly fast away from the ghost.

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Gerry was doing alright as far as Pathfinder was concerned, leading his ghosts into a trap probably. Tactical ghost action, that was the name of the game and the players were playing on the hardest difficulty. Gerryfeather had his own strategies but they were too cunning for pathfinder, who preferred to use the ship and feel the sting rather than play duck and cover with danger. Otherwise it would be a bore and a bottling operation was the most incredibly boring villain layer imaginable. The ghosts were here to spice things up, and it was all going according to plan. Sort of.

She was still ducking bottles that the ghost was summoning off of the machines as they were shuttled down the assembly and tossing them at Pathfinfer from almost every direction. Not as fast as Pathfinder was used to! Arrows were deadlier and flew around quicker. But she still had to make an effort to avoid them and the fact was that every second she spent avoiding bottles was a second that the deadly ghost could get closer. It snickered and cooed, but with it's movements Pathfinder noticed something interesting. To her at least. It did't sit there and allow the bottles to go through, it avoided each and every bottle that missed Pathfinder. So it wasn't i pervious to bottles...

Pathfinder avoided another batch, but this time caught one and hide it as she darted between more bottles, this time holding in place as the ghost approached. BIG MISTAKE GHOSTIE. It leapt at her to do whatever it was that ghosts did, but as it did so Pathfinder brought out the bottle. The ghost's leap took it...directly into the bottle. Pathfinder quickly put a cop on it and tapped the bottle, the ghost inside just a bit of mist and two angry eyes.

"Ha! Guess you should think twice before you tangle with the P to the A to the T H FINDER, ghostie!" She chuckled tossing the bottle into her saddlbag. Ha! Score one for the good guys! Or at least the living side!

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Gerrard had quickly sprinted around a corner and was out of sight of his adventuring partner. He was having an awkward time climbing over machines, the griffon having to squeeze through conveyor belts as he tried to make distance between himself and the ghost. For one reason or another though, the ghost had slowed her pace considerably, not seeming to have any interest in actually catching her prey. The black hybrid spotted a dark room down a long hallway, the most logical base of operations for any good villain. He hoped he could barge in and browbeat the big bad into dispersing their ghosts, assuming they had some way to do that.

A ghostly blue light entered his vision as he neared the dark room, Gerrard noticing that the ghost merely matched his speed, almost like it was trying to tire him out instead of eating him. "These ghosts might not be any real threat. Just a tool to weaken and scatter us," the heavily breathing griffon thought as he saw his world turn upside down. The fleeing hybrid had stepped on a loose water bottle and lost his balance, doing an awkward front flip as he tried to avoid smashing his beak on the metal floor beneath him. His world spun before he was greeted with a surprisingly soft landing, the architect hearing a voice cry out as he collapsed on top of a stranger.

The ghosts flickered at the sudden crash of the griffon, their forms struggling to remain seen as they stopped moving entirely! Gerrard was completely oblivious to this sudden change, the black-feathered flyer untangling himself as he crawled off of the back of an unconscious unicorn stallion. The hybrid was completely dumbfounded by the entire situation, the odd light gone along with the threatening presence of the ghost. A flickering floating picture harmlessly stood at the entrance to the room. He had no idea what had turned off the frightening monster, but he figured it had something to do with his amazing wipe out! "Ha ha, cower in fear of my martial prowess you foolish specter," Gerrard declared loudly in a hearty voice as he realized this was all just an elaborate ruse to scare him off. He found it was really easy to be brave when the frightening ghost somehow turned off or became defective.

"Come on over here Pathfinder, assuming you are still in one piece. I have a person I need to know if you know," Gerrard called out as he examined the unicorn he squished with his bulk. It was a rather spooky looking unicorn who had the stereotypical black mane with a devilish looking cutie mark. This had to be the mastermind, a unicorn who scared ponies away with spooky magic! Like any great half-baked hero, Gerrard seized the opportunity and wrapped his foreleg around the head of knocked out unicorn as he displayed his trophy to anyone willing to praise him. While it may have been an accident, nobody had to know the truth! "Maybe I meant to do that, griffon instincts kicking in," he silently thought to himself, trying to convince himself before he had to convince his equally crazy friend.

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