"Sure thing, be back in a few." He went upstairs and left the cellar and went over to Maya. "Maya, you got any liquor for Dusty down here?"
"Thanks~" He went back downstairs and handed Dusty the rum. "Hope this helps," he said as he gave it to him.
"We can make it work. Let us just do a warm-up. I'm sure you know this one." Dusty started in a deep, clean, somber voice, "There is. A house. In Sin City, they call the Rising Sun..."
Black continued the song in the same style of tone. "And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm one..."
"Perfect. I've already got a sense. You would probably do well in most of the should-be two-pony songs she's written. Wraith River, Planet Hell, Rest Calm, Lift Me Up. I might work for a few new ones I've seen her working on. Like Kinslayer and Question Everything."
(Really, guys? The FFDP version was like, the worst cover of that song. They didn't even get the lyrics right.) After classes were over, Nightshade found herself on the phone with a booking agent who barely spoke Equestrian. Two hours and two hundred thousand bits later, she had Fauststein booked for Raven's birthday.
"That's cool, sounds like a plan. Do tell me how that goes, and if you need me for any other projects, let me know." He then started to walk out of the cellar.
"Well, I think she needs you to be a band member. But Azrael upstairs has been trying to claim you, so perhaps attend to that."
Edmond: (Putting his katana away and getting up) If anything changes or there is any "news" call me. (Walks out)
(Sorry I missed this. It got posted while I was typing, and I never saw it.) Blackheart led Xion to the Black Forge base camp, a moderately-sized operation that oversaw mining operations in the area. Along the way, he explained that his talent was iron manipulation, a skill that allowed him to easily find and shape the metal, and had led to his founding an extremely successful tool company. The camp itself was simplistic at first glance - just about a dozen tents, with carts and mining tools strewn about. Inside the tents, however, was the most advanced magical technology available. Air conditioning against the heat, full kitchen and bathroom facilities, and a variety of luxuries to make the camp just as comfortable as home. They arrived at dinnertime, and Blackheart invited Xion to join him in the dining tent, where dozens of Unicorns were already eating their evening meal.
"In that case," he started, "I'll be by him if you need me." He then went upstairs and sat next to Az. "Hey Az," he said as he sat, "Dusty says that you've been expecting me for... something."
Azrael shrugged, still in his seat. "Light drinking and conversation, mainly." Dusty came up from the cellar and nuzzled into his wife's neck. "You should take a lunch break." She giggled softly. "Mmmhm... Maybe I will."
Xion: (walking into the dining tent, and keeping a tight grip on box he carried.) That does sound good. What is available to eat?
"Vegetarian fare," Blackheart answered, "all quite fresh, I can assure you. We have it brought in every two days from a farm a ways north of here." He looked over the assortment of available meals and selected a plate of pasta with pesto and tomatoes. "Some of the more... savage... ponies enjoy dining on the flesh of lesser creatures. That is not something we do here."
