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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 13, 2014 20:58:22 GMT -5
Spirit knew exactly what she was doing. hell, she deserved this. The currently stitched up mare walked into the Police Station, as if what she was going to say next /wasn't/ strange at all. Waltzing up to the counter, she claimed, "Yes, I'd like to turn myself in."
The stallion behind the counter just looked at her, strangely before asking, "Umm.... Well... what exactly for?"
"Disturbing the peace, mostly. Left a couple of stallions knee deep in solid stone. Speaking of which, you should probably go get them. They're on the corner of 1st and Havichur."
The desk-pony seemed not to know what to do with the information, so he simply waved a couple officers out the door, who apparently had to go check to see if the info was indeed correct.
"Umm, you do realize that we're going to have to at least put you in holding for a while, right?"
Spirit simply nodded, removing her satchel and cloak, placing them on the counter, "That is pretty much exactly what I expected."
The stallion still seemed rather confused by this short ordeal, but kept his mouth shut for a bit, before standing from his seat, "Well... come with me, I guess..." he said, leading her down the hall.
Spirit was then placed in a rather spacious cage, with a couple of other unsavoury looking ponies. Wow, she looked out of place. These other ponies were grizzled and large. She was just... gaunt and scarred.
One of them decided to open their mouth and ask what 'a pretty little thing like herself' was doing in here.
To which she evenly responded, "Disturbing the Peace, Assault, and Witchcraft."
Needless to say, she wasn't bothered anymore. But, one thing left her mouth before falling silent again, "Worth."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 13, 2014 22:54:08 GMT -5
Most of the time, the law was tolerant of Sugar Sweet and her strange habits. Her experimenting on the landscape, her general social ineptness, and her occasional obsession filled rants on the streets as she explained, in great detail, to a shop vendor why exactly she needed the leftside fragment of metal lodged in the bottom right corner of their stall, and needed it at that very moment. She was odd, the police had decided, but ultimately harmless for the most part. They didn't bother trying to lock her up in an insane asylum for the same reason. She wasn't dangerous, so why bother?
But, the mare that stormed into the police station that morning at precisely 9:37am looked anything but harmless. At her flanks were saddlebags filled with who knew what, and there was sheafs of paper sticking out a backpack on her back as well. She shouldered her way past any officers in her way, making her way directly to the clerk in question, and glared fiercely at him.
"Unicorn," She stated, "Grey. Blue and black mane. Now!"
All the ponies in the room, by this time, had stopped to see what the commotion was about. The receptionist just sort of looked at the mare in disbelief. Sugar was not an intimidating mare, but the look in her eyes had murder written all over it.
"Holding Cells," He said slowly, "That way."
Sugar didn't even bother thanking him. He was doing his job, that's all she cared about. So, she stalked the way he'd pointed, once again barging and shouldering past the various stallions and mares she came across until she found a familiar face, and seated herself at the holding cell entrance, glaring through the bars.
"This is not a good enough excuse," She yelled at Spirit, much to the shock of the other ponies in the cell, and the police ponies around, "To miss our lesson!"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 13, 2014 23:56:13 GMT -5
Aahhh, yes. There was her ticket out if here. Glancing at the clock, Spirit chuckled. 9:38. That must have meant that Sugar bypassed a few other places to come here. Spirit wasn't expecting her for at least another hour. For a 'mad mare,' Sugar was actually quite predictable in some aspects. Well, that, or Spirit was better at reading reactions and gauging ponies than she have herself credit for. Or both could be true. Spirit approached the bars of the cage, and leaned against them, most of the other cell mates cowering away from what could be a destructive match up of a convicted Witch and an angered Magitech Mechanic.
Spirit's voice was rather calm and collected when she spoke, "Sorry, Sugar, I got a bit distracted last night and landed myself in here. If you're willing to wait a but longer, I should be out of here in about half an hour or so. I... Had to take the law into my own hooves for a bit."
The look etched across her student's features were a bit startling, to say the least, though. That was something she had not exactly planned on. Sugar was a wee bit more angry than she had hoped. Err... She did still have a few smokescreen spell cards.... Right? It looked like those might be one necessary before the day was out.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 14, 2014 19:36:02 GMT -5
Sugar didn't give no dang about no smokescreen cards. Sugar didn't give no dangs about Spirit's spell cards at all right now. Sugar did give a dang that Spirit had ditched out of the lesson they had both agreed upon the previous day though, and she wasn't happy at all. Perhaps it was so that Sugar was predictable in many aspects of her life. One could always predict her natural obsession with her work preventing her from leaving the house she lives and invents in. One could assume that, by missing an appointment that she set up one would have a very angry inventor on one's butt. Like Spirit did now.
"I do not want to wait half an hour for you to get your lazy butt out of that cell!" She snapped back, "You lied to me! You promised me! Nine o'clock sharp, by the purifier. That was the deal! And you LIED to me!"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 14, 2014 21:04:30 GMT -5
The anger was not quite infectious, but Spirit felt that to get her point across, she had to actually raise her voice. It wasn't something she liked doing, exactly, but sometimes it became necessary. She sighed before she began, "I did not lie! There was a change of plans, Sugar! I didn't want to tell you why I was in here until we were out of public eye but you've forced my hoof! I was almost raped last night! Two shithead stallions drugged me and tried to drag me away!"
After that, her voice dropped into a colder, more quiet tone, "I had to make sure they got what they deserved. If I had more warning, I would have told you, Sugar. Do not doubt for a second that I would not have told you exactly what was happening. Spirit Weaver is many things, but she is /not/ a liar."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 14, 2014 21:39:25 GMT -5
"YOU MADE A DEAL!" Sugar yelled right back, "Nine sharp! On the dot! So you went to beat the hell out of a few morons,"
She was treating this whole 'broke the law' thing quite well all things considered.
"But you still have to show up, nice and early, ready for the lesson! You could have done that before you went and decided you'd be arrested!"
"Actually..." Another voice hesitantly said, not wanting to meet Sugar's eye as she whirled on the young cadet, "Sh-she came in herself?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 14, 2014 23:49:25 GMT -5
Even behind bars, Spirit could actually command a good deal of respect. Or fear. Either way. Maybe it was because she was actually standing up to Sugar. Or Sugar had just unnerved everypony enough that they would bow to anything.
Regardless, when Spirit looked past Sugar and stated to the cadet, "Go. I can handle this. I gave you guys a cross street. You should probably head out there, now."
The statement seemed to spur the cadet into action, and he nearly sprinted out the door, to the previously mentioned street corner, where there were already a few unicorns attempting to pry the ponies from the ground.
Then, Spirit reached a hoof through the bars and tentatively placed it on Sugar, knowing full well that she could easily break her leg if she wanted, "Please, Sugar. I'll make it up to you any way I can. I didn't mean to anger you so much."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 15, 2014 22:49:32 GMT -5
"Hows about we leave then," Sugar grumbled, "And get the lesson started? It's not like you have to be here right now, you have prior commitments and that's that. I need this cell opened!"
She called to the officers around them, who just stared at her in... well, puzzled shock I would imagine.
"Now preferably, We have other plans that must be dealt with, and I don't have time for a discussion about it, I'm already late now to get back to my home and continue my work, and I need this pony freed now, at this instant! At this very moment, at this second. Do I need to continue on with more explanations?"
The officers didn't seem to know how to react, and started mumbling to each other. It was infuriating really.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 15, 2014 23:02:44 GMT -5
Spirit was the bartering type, apparently. She knew exactly what to say and when to say it, "I left my satchel up front. Black, really beat up and worn down. Inside, there should be a few crystals and gems. Take those. Call them collateral."
Was bartering with the Police a thing? If it wasn't, Spirit was making it a thing right now, "let me out, and I'll return as soon as my lesson with Sugar here is done. Don't really know how much longer you're going to want me in here, but if we could maybe get this to be a normal thing? I owe this mare."
Spirit made sure Sugar wasn't looking, and then she mouthed at the nearest officer (the captain or whatever) 'she's the one with the drill.'
It seemed like that was what pushed him over and he bellowed, "Take the gems! Let her out! Really, if she tries to run, what's the worst that could happen? It's one mare!"
Then, the flurry of action came into being, and within minutes, Spirit was outfitted in her cloak and bag (now feeling quite a bit lighter) and she smiled to Sugar, hoping to defuse the situation, "So, shall we go, then?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 15, 2014 23:40:28 GMT -5
"We don't have time to waste around here," SUgar grumbled, stomping away already, "Follow me."
Normally, she'd have gone to the flat ground she'd met Spirit at, which still had her prototype water purifier (It was there to test the purification abilities of the rainwater catcher), but today she took them somewhere closer, but no less isolated. A pond not far from the police station.
It was pretty, and scenic. And Sugar gave absolutely no dangs about that.
"Right. On with the lesson then?" She asked, a bit more brightly than she was earlier.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 15, 2014 23:57:14 GMT -5
This place was beautiful. Spirit almost felt bad that by the end of the day that was going to be gone. With a grin, Spirit whipped her cloak and satchel off, laying them both on the ground. From there, she pulled out two sticks of charcoal and tossed one to her student.
"Yes. On to the lesson!" Spirit cried out, happy to have Sugar back to her normal self that didn't look ready to tear the faces off of any number of police officers.
"We'll start today with a simple practice. Do you remember what the rune from yesterday looked like? The one that showed the Ley Lines? If you do, I'd like to see you try and recreate it."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 16, 2014 0:03:27 GMT -5
Of course she did. Sugar had stayed up all night memorising that rune. Drawing it, rubbing it out, redrawing it, committing every nuance of it to memory. It was what she did. So, when she did draw it, whilst some of the runes were a little off in scale, it did seem perfectly functional. Of course, Sugar didn't know how to activate them, so she didn't know if it was functional, but it looked it.
"Of course I can~" She smirked after finishing the rune, "I memorised it perfectly... almost."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 16, 2014 0:14:50 GMT -5
Sugar was a good student and Spirit liked that. Granted, she did seem to overwork herself quite a bit. Maybe Spirit could order a day off? Well, not yet. They still hardly knew eachother. So, as it was, she stuck completely to business for now. With charcoal in hoof, she examined the rune. Much, much better than what she had seen before (yes, she tried teaching at one point don't judge her)
"This is really good, Sugar," Spirit claimed, circling a few of the pieces, though, "only thing I can say is that some of your strokes are a bit off. Laying them on too heavily, or not heavily enough. This would work as a Magick Sight rune, but you'd need to divert a good amount of energy to it for it to work."
"Since you don't know how to reach the Ley yet, step on the rune and I'll get that for you, alright?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 16, 2014 8:16:20 GMT -5
Sugar, rather proudly, stepped into the circle. She'd worked hard, and she'd been praised when she didn't honestly expect it. She did do the best she could to get it absolutely perfect, but obviously, she hadn't reached the subtle nuances and the way the runs needed to be written, but she tried hard anyway.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 16, 2014 9:47:05 GMT -5
Spirit couldn't help but stifle a giggle at just how proud Sugar looked about herself. Sure, she had been given praise, but... Spirit never really had the heart to tell ponies off. Granted, yes, Sugar /did/ do well, but it was still imperfect and could take a second or two to figure out how to properly link the Lines into it.
But, a second or two was all it took before the world fell into the gaze of Magick, once again. Magick in all its forms glowed, be it passive magick (what Sugar had inside), the Ley Lines, or even just the smallest of fish in the pond.
Spirit still held nothing, "Alright, though, now comes the fun part. The only way to get this is through practice," Spirit claimed drawing a small rune on the ground, "I want you reach out with your own incorporeal form, and touch the Ley. There... isn't really a good way to teach this part, and it's what always gave ponies trouble."
"It's like a meditative thing, though. Reach out a limb, feel yourself reaching towards it, but... don't move. The Ley sit within the Aether, and cannot be touched physically, after all."
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