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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 3, 2014 21:24:38 GMT -5
The words simply rolled off of sugar's ears and went well ignored. Instead, she reached Spirit, took the drill off her shoulders, and placed it before her, ears laid back.
"A peace offering," She said hesitantly, "Though it hurts to part from such a masterpiece..."
She let one hoof drift along the brilliant mishmash of magic and machine.
"I would think this covers an acceptable apology for my foolishness."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 3, 2014 21:43:41 GMT -5
Spirit laid her ears back flat against her head and looked away. Did she really, truly think that Sugar was going to mulch her with a rocket powered drill? What.... what made her even pretend that such a thing would happen?
Spirit slowly ran a hoof along the machine's outer shell, marveling at it. It was just so... perfect. Tears that never left Spirit's eyes fell again, though this time, they were for a different reason.
"I-I can't take this, miss..." she choked out, "I-it's yours... b-but those words are all I need..."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 3, 2014 21:53:02 GMT -5
"I insist."
Two words, that's all she spoke. And the look on her (Admittedly tear streaked) face was one of determination, and one that would take no as an insult, and never an answer.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 3, 2014 22:02:37 GMT -5
Spirit had to resist the urge to reach over and wrap the mare in another hug. After all, this was one of the absolute kindest things anypony had ever done for her. Hell, this was up there with Fancy letting her /live/ with him! Slowly, she gripped at the machinery and hoisted it onto her shoulder.
Now, this wasn't the most conventional of apologies, but it still meant a lot nonetheless, "T-Thank you..." was all she could manage out, again.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 3, 2014 22:19:03 GMT -5
"There's three switches on the barrel," She explained quickly, "The first one primes the drill and gets it spinning. The second starts the engine on the drill as well. The third cancels both functions in case of emergency."
She smiled proudly at the launcher and looked at the trigger on the handle.
"And that fires it, spinning, engine or not. If you're making the drill spin, hit the buttons and wait for the tone, otherwise it'll be only a fraction of the piercing power."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 3, 2014 22:35:15 GMT -5
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this thing would actually make Golem Smashing really easy, wouldn't it? Just point and pull, and not even the ten meter golems she faced would stand a chance! But... this was a rather awkward thing to carry specifically for shattering beasts of stone. Well... it did make a nice conversation piece, didn't it?
Sniffing a few times, Spirit finally forced back her tears, though her voice still wavered dangerously, "A-And to think... I don't even k-know your n-name," she tried to joke.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 3, 2014 23:08:45 GMT -5
"I know not yours either," Sugar replied, not entirely truthfully, "We didn't introduce ourselves when we met, which is a grievous oversight."
She held out a hoof in an offer.
"Sugar Sweet, Thaumo-Mechanical engineer."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 3, 2014 23:13:29 GMT -5
A small smile crept onto Spirit's face, "really, it almost feels strange to be doing this only now, doesn't it?" she asked, a giggle actually escaping her mouth.
Placing the drill cannon on the ground gently, she held out her own hoof, "Spirit Weaver, Part time adventurer, part time Witch, and full time Bad Idea Jockey."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 4, 2014 11:20:45 GMT -5
Sugar just sort of stood there after shaking Spirit's hoof, unsure where to go from there. This was just about as far as she'd ever gone with social interaction. The rest was a mystery to her. Not to mention she'd given this mare her drill. Sure, she had the schematics and could make more, but it still was a big thing.
This was a mystery situation that she had no idea how to handle.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 4, 2014 13:06:54 GMT -5
After a while of shaking, Spirit slowly removed her hoof from the grip, and nodded slightly. Now... well... now what? Normally, she would have been chased away with cries of 'Witch' and 'Heathen' by now. This was actually.... a very friendly way to go about a meeting. But... meetings had to end.
"Thank you again, Miss Sweet. I'll see you tomorrow for the next lesson, yes?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 4, 2014 22:37:59 GMT -5
"Tomorrow, nine sharp," She said emphatically, "Don't be late."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 5, 2014 1:16:59 GMT -5
Spirit nodded, and smiled, lugging the drill back towards her home, "I think I could handle that!"
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