Rifter woke up lying on the ground in who knows where. Well, he didn't know. "Must've been a dream... Yeah... Some wierd ol' dream..." He looked up to the sky and went to stretch his wings. Only problem was, nothing happened. He looked at himself, to the side, to find he was missing wings. "I uhh... I must still be in a dream... Or had to much Iron Whiskey... " He looked down to his feet. Hooves. No more talons. No more lion feet. No more wings. He was a pony. He looked up and shouted obscurities like the average drunk pony would.
"where am I, everything's shiny and chrystaly". Steel looked down. "Im crystaly too wait a minute and a mare too". He was shocked but composed himself he then thought back to the library and one thing crossed his mind "faire cappuchino".
Karl tried to groan. Wasn't easy when you had a bloody beak. Also, his crystallite hoof was gone, replaced by a talon. Not preferable. Especially when one thinks of a drunk mind running around, living his life. He had already killed two ponies in rage over his situation. Then he discovered that it's hard to clean blood off of feathers, so he got a coat to hide the stains. Ofcourse, the only wings he had ever used was crystallite ones, and those were hardly manuverable. Atleast it would be easy to find Rifter, a pony whos color is dark-red, plus the dark blue coat, isn't that hard to find. Although, how will he cope with the powers and duties of a Clockmaker? The thought outright scared Karl to the point of thinking that it was over. He had seen the 43rd use his powers for horrible meanings, but an unstable mind such as Rifters could result in the whole universe plunging into outright improbabilitician chaos. Which wasn't good. Not at all. Karl stretched out his wings and waft them down at the ground, leaping his body into the air. Well, not his, Rifters. He took to the skies and flew around, scanning the ground as to find the one occupying his body. Whether he would tear Rifter apart or not was a matter of thought.
"Okay Cyanside, you've just gotta think this through...Except Shadow's normally the one who has the answer to stuff like this...but...she's gone now. I can't hear her, so I've got to figure this out." A filly's voice squeaked from outside a door to her left. "Mom, is something the matter?" 'Okay Cyanside, you can do this, just put the facts together. You we're in the library with that crazy alicorn...I think...But then she did something with your book, she said something about swapping. Those books are our lives, as of now I'm in somepony's house, in the bed of some fillies mother...Which means I've got two possiblities. I've been swapped with one of the ponies I was with at the library...Or I got really smashed and things got a tad too crazy.' As the filly outside began to knock on the door, Cyanside got out of the bed to see what poor filly she had to explain herself to.
The door is nudged open and somepony wonders in with a breakfast tray. It's caught in a magic field but even so, it wasn't moving through the room in a stable fashion. It was tipping, veering off to the left. "No, no, no!" Came the same filly's squeak, orange juice dangerously close to spilling over onto the toast. A little grunt and the tray get corrected a little to hard. The juice splashes over everything just as it rises into the air, hovers past Cyanside and drops unceremoniously on the bed, more juice spilling everywhere. The little grey filly leaps onto the bed, eagerly waiting for Cyanside to do something. There was soaked and buttered toast, a half-full glass of orange juice and a blue envelope with small patches of sodden paper. ~|~ The hotel room door burst open, a dragon with a scroll held aloft. Ria is likely to vaguely recognise Sulphelious, Tyro's baby dragon. He always seemed rather irritated to be with Tyro, especially when he was left behind just before they entered the library. He was storming straight towards her, unfurling the scroll. "Up! Quick! We've got something early today!" He said, clearing his throat to read the parchment. "We have a murderer to catch. Some griffin called Karl attacked two ponies. No motive, no sign of him afterwards." He closes the scroll, looking to Ria expectantly. "Where to?" ~|~ Everything appeared to be going wrong this morning. But, oh! Where to begin? Dinky hadn't been there. She said she'd get her breakfast in bed to celebrate but she couldn't find her bed anywhere. Someone had moved everything. She wasn't in her bed at all, definitely not now on this street corner, trying to figure out where she was. Her coat was the wrong colour too. Derpy Hooves continues to canter on, looking for a road sign or something. Something weird was going on. Somepony was playing a really mean trick on her. ~|~ Tyro's eye cracks open. Not only is the sunlight beating against his sight but something brown was blocking it in thick strands. With a groan, he rolls onto his back stretching along with a loud yawn. He kicks the bed covers off. The last thing he remembered was crumbling to dust and now he was staring at posters on the ceiling. Funny how things just seem to sort themselves out sometimes. He stretches again, rolling over again, a hoof attempting to block the sunlight while another tries to find the covers he just kicked off. Maybe he can get a few more minutes of shut eye bfore Sulphy wakes him for whatever reason. Then he freezes. The white hoof moves into view, staring intently at it as though it was a flying penguin. He looks at the other one and a dark realisation hits him. He rolls over and off the bed, finding his new appendages strangely heavy. He whinnies, wings spreading wide while his eyes scan all over himself, trying to take in as much as possible. He was a pony. Scratch that, he was a pegasus now. He looked weirdly familiar too. "Oh bugger..." He curses. Actually, wasn't that a little...high pitch to be his voice? A little high pitched for a guy, isn't it? Oh...Oh no, wait... She sighs hard, coming to a few conclusions about her new predicament. She blows some of her wild mane out of her face: "When it rains, it pours for me..."
He looked at his (now her) calendar noticing it was some crystal holiday. He then left for the long ride to Canterlot as he knew he didn't know how to play the flugelhorn and he also guessed that fair didn't know that much about dragon, equestrian and griffin law. So he left to learn and teach. Steel thought for a second about a way the change could be good then it hit him he could finally learn Crystal pony law.
The pony who asked fair what did you do (named copper scale and on an internship) got confused about the way he was acting he was usually tougher and going into the mares restroom confused them even more.
Rifter continued shouting up for a good few minutes before looking down again. "Wait a minute... Where in the blazing hell am I?!" He walked around, occaisionally looking down to 'his' crystaline hoof. He began looking around for a building or some sort of landmark, not having recognized the current location before.
Cyanside recognized this filly...she was sure of it, that mane, the colour of her coat. She had seen her on a couple of occasions when Ponyville's mail-mare had been unable for some reason or another to do her job, and Cyanside had taken over...for a small fee. This pony was the mail-mare's daughter...which meant... "D-Dinky...Who am i?"
Ria sighed with relief. Once she found Karl, she could find the rest of the group. "Um. OK. Would you happen to know where he was last seen? If not, we can figure something else out." said "Tyro" starting for the door.
Dinky sits and blankly stairs at Cyanside, trying to figure out what in the world she's trying to ask her. She hazards a guess: "Your my Mom?" ~|~ Sulphy checks the scroll as he follows Ria to leave. "Canterlot. No train this time, he's arrived on our doorstep." He tucks the scroll under his arm. "So, what you planning to do?"
"Yeah. He was last seen in town but he could have flown away by now. The Princess is hoping your nose can help or something." Sulphy gave the newly created fox a deeply concerned look. "Ria, are you all right? Your not normally this...edgy."
Karl spotted his swapper on a hill. Because, i always sleep on hills of-bloody-course. He thought before swooping down and landing before Rifter, dust fleeing away from his rather majestic look. "Ello, Rifter. Nice to meet you this fine day." He said with a dark and rumbly voice, baring the thought of death in his mind.
"Sorry, I just felt a little ill." Fair Capriccio walked out of the bathroom and back over to his table where everypony was staring at her blankly, obviously confused. He sighed and turned towards the door of the place. "Right, I'm just gonna head home and clear my head. See y'all later. Fair walked towards the door and went outside. The sounds of merriment and general tomfoolery rose back up from behind him. He scrunched his nose into his face. Y'all? he thought. Fair sighed and stomped a hoof on the ground. "I'm coming, Tyro. I swear to Celestia, this is NOT funny!"
Steel got off of the train and looked around. She or rather himself should be around here somewhere. Steel trotted around for an hour before seeing his handsome face. "HEY, STEEL OVER HERE" he waved at himself glad to see his body again.
Ria stepped outside, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What the hay am I going to do....." she murmured. Having been an athletic pony, she now started to run, while thinking all the while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Tyro, I'm going to give you a hint of Ria's life quickly so you can continue with it. That ok?) Here: "Tyro. It is time to wake up, due to your pre set alarm system. Currently, I am setting up your fighting practice. It should be ready in approximately 8.23453543 minutes. Your mother is on her way here to check on you. Would you like some coffee this morning?" asked the cool voice of the computer.
Rifter woke up to the sound of the dark voice. "Eh? Who the bloody bloomin feather's is there?" He turned to see a familiar site. Grey feathers, dirty and red eyed. Yep, it was a wild Karl alright. "Oh... Hey there... Why the blazing heck did you wake me up?!"
"Oh no, this is bad, very very bad." Cyanside spoke out loud to herself. Seeing the querying look she got from the filly, she tried to explain herself. "Umm...Ditzy; I'm going to need you to explain every part of my life to me...I think I've got amnesia...really long-term amnesia." Yeah, that sounds believeable...I hope
