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realitywar_drwhvs"...", Her voice caught, the first time she tried to say it. "I'm ... I'm glad you're ok, Scribble."
The blue pony looked up, startled. Something about Sugar's voice had a note of finality in it.
"You're in luck: there is a writer's convention going on, and I think today's guest speaker is the pony you're looking for." Sugar Spoon smiled sadly. 'You always were inordinately lucky; but you couldn't ever see it, could you, Scribble?' She shook the thought from her head. "I'm sorry, but I have obligations here..." the shop owner gave one strangled laugh, "I really shouldn't have taken a break this long, but what the hay; I mean, what's the point of being the boss if you don't get to make your own rules?"
The unicorn looked up from his notepad long enough to muter, "I've been saying they should go to the convention for half an hour now..." before going back to drawing crude stick figures in what was either a complicated ballet or full contact gardening.
"It is this technician's memory that you only mentioned it once, before Scribble had any reason to care." The diamond dog replied in a quiet voice. The drink was acrid, bitter, overpowering... he gestured to the waitress, "Request is made for another cup of the ... soi lat'te?"
"Oh, yeah," Scribble replied to Spoon's statement, either oblivious to or ignoring the side conversation. "S-sorry, I just..." he grasped for the right words, but like so often before they escaped him when it mattered most. "...sorry."
The shop mare nodded, "Go on, this is obviously important to you, so really put your heart into it, ok?" She smiled, and managed to make it reach her eyes this time. "Just... if you could, say goodbye when you leave this time?"
"S-sure... I mean, if I could have done anything differently; um, I mean, if I'd known... that is." Scribble took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you I was leaving before, but... you're right, I'm doing something important, and... I will have to leave again when we're done, but I can–" he shook his head, "no, I Will stop by before leaving. Maybe... well yeah." He got up from the table, noticing that the others were already standing and waiting to see what he would do. 'Urgh, Why do they keep expecting me to know what to do?' The blue pony paused for a second. "Um, one last thing..." he winced, hating to mess everything up, "...where exactly is the convention?"
Sugar Spoon, to her credit, quickly recovered from her face-fault. "In the Canterlot Public Library, your other second home." She chuckled, "Where else would you expect to find so many different authors in one place?"
The blue unicorn was panting as he finally reached the cafe. He paused, trying to take in the situation... and found that none of the individuals he was concerned with were present. "What... the... hay?" His messy gray mane with his trademark blue streak flopped over his face again, and he didn't bother to swish it out of the way.
A loud noise in his ear resolved itself into the high laughter of his partner on this accursed mission. "Oh. My. Celestia. You completely forgot about the radios, didn't you?" Golden Dawn broke into another gale of laughter.
Turning, Agent Blue Streak was just able to make out the shaking bush that marked their observation point. A yellow and goldenrod earth pony waved at him, while holding a pair of binoculars. "Heyyy..." the mare spoke, the words in his ear even as he watched the words on her muzzle from a distance. "I just discovered these 'nocks have a camera function. I think I've got a new wallpaper image."
"Y-you wouldn't... dare." He muttered. But the words were hollow, 'Of Course she would.'
"Of course I would." She confirmed.
"See?" The smaller figure snorted, "I told you they were idiots. Come on, I think we can catch up if we hurry."
The taller figured nodded. "I just wish we knew what they wanted with Ako and the others."
"Pffft, same thing anypony wants, to kill or imprison them – don't you remember anything?"
"Yeah, I remember you used to be a lot more optimistic."
"You mean naive."
"I meant what I s..." Atoc sighed and trotted after his sister.
The blue pony looked up, startled. Something about Sugar's voice had a note of finality in it.
"You're in luck: there is a writer's convention going on, and I think today's guest speaker is the pony you're looking for." Sugar Spoon smiled sadly. 'You always were inordinately lucky; but you couldn't ever see it, could you, Scribble?' She shook the thought from her head. "I'm sorry, but I have obligations here..." the shop owner gave one strangled laugh, "I really shouldn't have taken a break this long, but what the hay; I mean, what's the point of being the boss if you don't get to make your own rules?"
The unicorn looked up from his notepad long enough to muter, "I've been saying they should go to the convention for half an hour now..." before going back to drawing crude stick figures in what was either a complicated ballet or full contact gardening.
"It is this technician's memory that you only mentioned it once, before Scribble had any reason to care." The diamond dog replied in a quiet voice. The drink was acrid, bitter, overpowering... he gestured to the waitress, "Request is made for another cup of the ... soi lat'te?"
"Oh, yeah," Scribble replied to Spoon's statement, either oblivious to or ignoring the side conversation. "S-sorry, I just..." he grasped for the right words, but like so often before they escaped him when it mattered most. "...sorry."
The shop mare nodded, "Go on, this is obviously important to you, so really put your heart into it, ok?" She smiled, and managed to make it reach her eyes this time. "Just... if you could, say goodbye when you leave this time?"
"S-sure... I mean, if I could have done anything differently; um, I mean, if I'd known... that is." Scribble took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you I was leaving before, but... you're right, I'm doing something important, and... I will have to leave again when we're done, but I can–" he shook his head, "no, I Will stop by before leaving. Maybe... well yeah." He got up from the table, noticing that the others were already standing and waiting to see what he would do. 'Urgh, Why do they keep expecting me to know what to do?' The blue pony paused for a second. "Um, one last thing..." he winced, hating to mess everything up, "...where exactly is the convention?"
Sugar Spoon, to her credit, quickly recovered from her face-fault. "In the Canterlot Public Library, your other second home." She chuckled, "Where else would you expect to find so many different authors in one place?"
The blue unicorn was panting as he finally reached the cafe. He paused, trying to take in the situation... and found that none of the individuals he was concerned with were present. "What... the... hay?" His messy gray mane with his trademark blue streak flopped over his face again, and he didn't bother to swish it out of the way.
A loud noise in his ear resolved itself into the high laughter of his partner on this accursed mission. "Oh. My. Celestia. You completely forgot about the radios, didn't you?" Golden Dawn broke into another gale of laughter.
Turning, Agent Blue Streak was just able to make out the shaking bush that marked their observation point. A yellow and goldenrod earth pony waved at him, while holding a pair of binoculars. "Heyyy..." the mare spoke, the words in his ear even as he watched the words on her muzzle from a distance. "I just discovered these 'nocks have a camera function. I think I've got a new wallpaper image."
"Y-you wouldn't... dare." He muttered. But the words were hollow, 'Of Course she would.'
"Of course I would." She confirmed.
"See?" The smaller figure snorted, "I told you they were idiots. Come on, I think we can catch up if we hurry."
The taller figured nodded. "I just wish we knew what they wanted with Ako and the others."
"Pffft, same thing anypony wants, to kill or imprison them – don't you remember anything?"
"Yeah, I remember you used to be a lot more optimistic."
"You mean naive."
"I meant what I s..." Atoc sighed and trotted after his sister.
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