"Because, i'm pissed. And you have my body. That makes me even more pissed. Also, this alternate timezone is not in my favor. I bloody hate it." Karl ruffled his almost newly acquired feathers. "And if you're not gonna help me, and you, get our bodies back then i'll have to kill you and take the Editor with me." Karl raises his right talon and shows the razor sharp claws, which had now started slightly glowing from the energy running through his body. "And as i see it, i have no problem with taking my own life."
Rifter rolled his or rather, Karl's eyes. "I'm up for getting mah for getting mah body back. Its a lot harder to get drunk like this!" He got up and held out a hoof for Karl to shake. "Shake on it mate'"
Karl grabbed Rifters hoof, then shook it lightly. "Right. Good that we came to a rather peaceful conclusion. Now, what we gotta do is get to The Tower. I'm pretty sure it'll respond to either yours or my voice. After that, we'll have to mess with some things, hopefully get out bodies switched back and then we can find the others so i can punch Tyros face in for putting me in this mess. That sound good to you?" He looked at what seemed like his own face. "The only problem'll be getting to The Tower."
Rifter smiled almost impishly. "One thing. If we are going to beat Tyro for this bloomin mess, we need him in the right body, right? Well, why dont we find the others to do so. Makes it much easier, eh?"
"...You're right, we do. Right, we'll need to find the others, then." Karl turned and looked back upon the world "I reckon it wont be that difficult to manage..." All of this is just great. I guess hibernation for a few thousand years'll be good after this. He thought, a plan forming in his head.
Ria looked around the town, and tried to detect any smells. A kitsune has a better sense of smell than a pony, however, she was surprised to see that she could easily detect the smell of a particular feathered griffon.
Tyro ears fall flat to her head. He struggles to think of anything useful but does manage to remember that 'Tyro' could also be a mare's name too. Although, this now means that not only did she have parents but when the time came to name her, they must have gone on one hell of a search to find that particular name out of all the books in the world. "Coffee? I'm going to need an adrenaline shot for this..." She mutters under her breath. "Since when did we have Computer technology in Equestria? I was murdered my a steam-powered Gatling gun earlier. Now I have a robot butler?" She clears her throat: "Coffee would be wonderful. Now, while we wait for the ignition to my brain, can you remind me what my schedule is today? I thought of a few errands to run when I have a free period." ~|~ Ditzy stares up, face full of concern. "Mummy, I don't like this game. Can we play something else?" ~|~ A long line of metal boxes sit inside the grimy wall. They were all of a reinforced and strong metal. They also had various jewels embedded into the metal surface. "Finally, you do something right. The Royal Vaults. Now we might finally get to the books we came here to find." Cydonia warms up the gun, firing into the long line of vault boxes in the wall. The volley was impressive and long, lighting the room with the muzzle flare like a dragon belching fire. The bullets did nothing. Infuriated, Cydonia moves towards one of the vaults. Her horn glows, pulling at the metal casing. A panel on the front falls down, revealing a circular groove cut away in the exposed metal plate. As far as Cydonia could figure out, it was a lock. Below it was a small plaque with her name on it. Her horn glows again and her tiara - an ornate thing of cogs and interlocking parts, flies off her head and into the circular groove. The mechanism in the vault box clicks. "We must return to Equestria. It seems we have one more obstacle to overcome. It would seem that the key to Celestia's throne is her tiara." She turns away, her own tiara settling back on her head. "I want it in my hooves within a week." ~|~ Sulphy rushes on behind Ria, keeping up with her. "Have you found anything of them?"
(Tyro) The computer pauses, almost humanely. "Are you OK, Tyro? You aren't normally like this. Here is your coffee. Schedule today is as follows." The voice clears and it changes into Ria's voice. "8:00 - Wake up, and receive coffee. 8:08 - Practice fighting techniques 8: 16 - Deal with Mother 10:49 - Break. 11:00 -Flying News. 11:43-Call Mother; assure her I'm alright. 12:42 - Breathe a sigh of relief and break. 1:00 - Lunch 1:15 - Go into town 2:12 - Return home, fighting practice. 2:40 - Presumably answer phone from Mother once again. 3:46 - Break 4:00 - Study ancient wind users 4:50 - Plan next schedule. 5:32 - Fix dinner. 5:40 - Burn food, once again presumably. 5:45 - Scream in aggravation, and just get computer to make it. 6:00 - Eat. 6:30 - Call mother. 7:46 - Break. Notice how all my breaks are at the :40's? 8:34 - Fight training. 9:00 - Prepare to sleep 9:05 - Sleep." The computer said, capturing Ria's annoyance perfectly. "This is your pre recorded message made yesterday. Would you like to change anything?" asked the computer calmly. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! Ria glanced back at Sulphy. "Oh.. I've definitely found something. A really gross smell of griffon. Let's go."
Cyanside felt a deep sense of guilt in her heart. She had no idea how to live this life, or any life other than her own. She had to find a way to get back to the library, and that meant finding Tyro. But... Cyanside looked at the little filly before her, seeing the worry inside the young ones eyes. ...She couldn't just leave them on their own...She knew what it was like to be lonely. Well, I guess my next job is being a substitute mother. Cyanside though to herself. "So...what should we do today?"
Fair stood at the train station, grumbling. I don't even remember the way back, he thought with more annoyance than fear. The train pulled in and came to its slow, screechy stop in front of him. Earlier, Fair had come to the conclusion that he would do what he did last time: run into Tyro randomly out of nowhere. He was sure he would run into him again. The doors opened with a flash of light from the inside. Fair moved to get on, but a particularly familiar teal-coated mare stepped into the light somewhere to his right and spotted him. "HEY, STEEL OVER HERE!" He froze and just stared at her. Do I always look this ridiculous? He thought with disgust. Fair slowly moved to the mare and inspected her features. If we all got bodyswapped... Fair stopped in front of her and grunted. "I... uhh... is that you, Tyro?" pleasebetyropleasebetyropleasebetyro
Ria came running through the train station at full tilt, her eyes eager. She saw two familliar ponies ponies conversing. Sprinting, she charged between the conversation. " Hey, if I just told you that I got swapped with a tiny kitsune that I think can shoot fire and is Luna's henchmen, you'd believe me, right?" he said, bewildered.
"sadly no, it's steel. I was looking for you everywhere so we can work together to find tyro. Also thought you might want this". Produces her flugelhorn and gives to her. "now let's go find tyro or whoever he's swapped with ".
Fair groaned. "Right, we gotta go-" Fair's eye twitched as Ria popped out of nowhere, jabbering about getting 'switched.' "Believe me, after what's happened today, that doesn't sound half..." he realized who he was talking to and grabbed "Tyro" in between his hooves, squishing his cheeks a bit. "TYRO!? [size=-2]Wait no, not Tyro[/size] Who's in there!?"
"if you've swapped with tyro then you'll know where he will be". He grabbed the flugelhorn and played a triumphal If somewhat ear wrenching tune. "sorry, I somehow have this strange urge to play it or I would go crazy. Must of picked it up from you. Anyway let's go".
(Sorry it's so late. Life outside RP, ay?) Tyro limps away from Fighting Practice. She continuously tries to stretch her right wing, wincing with every irregular click from the rest of her body. Her neck worried her the most. It was like a bag of loose change in there. Sore and irritated with any flying she had to do as part of the exercises she had taken part in, she then follows the computers directions towards...*sigh* Mother. This was going to be weird... "I still have most of the pointless stuff out of my schedual for now, right?" She asks the computer as she draws closer to her mothers voice. Well, a mare's voice anyway. ~|~ Derpy sits in front of a sign on the wall of a train station, just outside the city she'd woken up in. So, she was in Canterlot. That doesn't make any sense, though. She was in bed then here, miles and miles away. She wished for someone to talk to. She wasn't sure who would believe that she woke up here with the wrong coat and mane colour, miles from home. [Good place for Shadow to appear, me thinks.] ~|~ Dinkie's little face lights up, the excitement coming back like a doped-up puppy. "The party's not till later. Mrs Cake is still adding finishing touches and Quick Wing was handing out the last of the invitations. What did you want to do?" ~|~ Sulphy stands watching the conversation unfold before him. The little dragon listens intently and yet nothing he's been hearing so far makes a blind bit of sense. "Hey!" He shouts, raising his claws in the air for silence. "What's going on? Ria, who are these ponies? Who's Tyro and why are you talking with them? We're meant to be looking for Karl."
Fair glanced down at the little dragon, wondering why she had never noticed him before. I think I remember him being with us briefly back in... He raised a hoof to his forehead, trying to think. They were at a place full of books... and hostile ponies... they got their bodies switched there... why was it becoming so hard to remember? He shook it off and looked back down at the rude little interrupter. "So you guys have a lead on Karl? Fantastic! That's one more pony we don't have to track down!" He hesitated. "Karl's still a pony, right?"
"I apologize Tyro. If you'd like, I could cancel everything except for your mother." the computer offered. Ria looked down at Sulphy kindly. "Listen, Sulphy, I barely know what's going on right now. All I know is that I got switched with a fox with two tails, and there is someone a maybe pony named Karl, who may just set the world on fire with is wrath of probably...." Ria hesitated.. "Actually, these are just some old friends and they want to help us find Karl." said Ria. It was partially true, anyways.
A voice spoke from inside Derpy's mind. A voice filled with anger and venom, but unmistakeable female. "Who...are...you?" The voice paused at every word, an ethereal echo of the word filling the silence in between. The owner of the voice sounding as if they were closer to snapping and doing heaven's knows what with every passing moment. ---------------- Okay Cyanside, just think. How can you meet up with the others...what were their names again? Spyro?...There was that Capilano guy...or was it Cupertino? Nevermind. One of them was a talking fox, so if i can find them I can figure out how to get back to normal...I hope... Lacking the knowledge as to how to go about finding said fox however, she reasoned that she may as well go along with the new life she was given until an opportunity presented itself. It wouldn't do her any good to blunder about aimlessly, and if it turned out that there was no going back after their lives we're swapped then it would be good to know what her new life entailed. "Perhaps we could check of the party preparations...Just to make sure everything's coming along smoothly." And hopefully I can figure out just who the party's for before I embarrass myself...Or Derpy in this case.
Sulphy smiles and nods while he produces a quill, writing on the back of the letter in his claw. 'Dear Princess Luna, Ria may have just snapped. I'm not sure but I will continue to watch him as he continues to talk with a group of strangers.' Sulphy continues to scribble, making smiling glances back up at the rest of the group until the letter was finished. With a puff of flame and a careful glance to see if anypony is looking, it disappears. ~|~ Tyro grins a little. "Yeah, do that please. I get the feeling I'll be a smoking creator if I don't see her today." He said, approaching the mare in question. [Probably a good point to introduce her, Elunna.] ~|~ Derpy squeaks in surprise, looking around the platform for the source of the voice. Her eyes dart in all directions like a livid chameleon for the pony that spoke to her like that. "My name's Derpy." She answers the air, "Who are you?" ~|~ If she could have, Dinkie would have hovered around Cyanside like a fly. She nudged and pushed and eagery bounced around as they made their way over to Sugar Cube Corner. Upon entering the shop, you can instantly see the two owners just about to attack the modestly-sized cake in front of them with icing. The warm smell of fresh baking in the air wafts around like a sweet glaze. "Cyan! We weren't expecting you." Mr Cake said, greeting them. "We were just about to start work." "Now dear, are you sure about the colour? Have you changed your mind?" Mrs Cake chimes in.
