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I just have the feeling that they force us into writing a happy story about them because ya know, they have to be in the spotlight once again. Just how I feel about it, I mean we aren't allowed to write anything demeaning or rude either which pretty much killed most of my favourite writingstyles as options, even if what they do is question that thing.
Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2
@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.
"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:
Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.
Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.
"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"
Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.
"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:
"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"
Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.
"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.
"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)
Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.
"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."
Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.
The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?
"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."
Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.
"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.
Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.
"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."
He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-
Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.
"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK""And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.
Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-
The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...
Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!
Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...
Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.
No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.
"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.
"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.
"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.
"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"
"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"
And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.
"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"
"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.
"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"
The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.
"Is that it?" he asked.And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:
"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:
Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.
"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.
"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.
The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.
"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"
The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.
"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"
And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.
The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.
He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."
Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.
"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.
@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:
Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.
"Are those ads put in yet?"
I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:
Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:
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Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2
@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.
"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:
Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.
Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.
"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"
Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.
"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:
"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"
Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.
"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.
"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)
Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.
"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."
Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.
The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?
"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."
Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.
"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.
Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.
"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."
He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-
Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.
"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK""And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.
Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-
The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...
Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!
Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...
Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.
No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.
"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.
"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.
"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.
"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"
"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"
And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.
"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"
"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.
"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"
The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.
"Is that it?" he asked.And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:
"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:
Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.
"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.
"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.
The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.
"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"
The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.
"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"
And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.
The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.
He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."
Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.
"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.
@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:
Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.
"Are those ads put in yet?"
I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:
Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:
:lol: I know~ I started having a lot of problems juggling all the staff members. Cheese and Lyra didn't show up in part 2 at all :drama:
You and Rarity were actually my favorite pair to work with~ It's a shame I couldn't use you two to your full potential~ :heyder:
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Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2
@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.
"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:
Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.
Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.
"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"
Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.
"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:
"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"
Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.
"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.
"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)
Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.
"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."
Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.
The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?
"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."
Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.
"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.
Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.
"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."
He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-
Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.
"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK""And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.
Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-
The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...
Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!
Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...
Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.
No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.
"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.
"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.
"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.
"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"
"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"
And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.
"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"
"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.
"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"
The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.
"Is that it?" he asked.And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:
"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:
Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.
"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.
"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.
The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.
"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"
The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.
"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"
And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.
The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.
He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."
Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.
"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.
@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:
Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.
"Are those ads put in yet?"
I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:
Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:
That 15,000 bits is as good as mine!~ :victory:
I decided to make an actual entry. Because why not.
Spoiler: Everything in Moderation
"Good Morning, Braeburn"
The text flickered to life in the empty air above the large area making out the Shoutbox, the words invisible to all around it. A split second later Braeburn himself materialized in a cloud of color as his body assembled in his new location. It didn't take more then a moment before it was done, the moderator finishing up his teleportation.
Braeburn yawned and stretched his arms into the air to try and dismiss the tiredness from both limbs and mind before he started with the duties of the day.
The tasks before him were simple enough as he tapped the text before his eyes, making it flicker and change. Twenty new posts and two threads, three messages and a few other notifications stacked together on the side. All the text was, of course, visible to him and only him.
He glanced around the open area, spotting a couple of members quietly conversing in the box. Despite the good twenty meters between him and them the design of the shoutbox enchanted each word they publicly said, making it audible from one end to the other - thankfully without raising the volume of it.
It appeared to be a most harmless conversation about the latest movie, one which Braeburn himself had yet to see. So he simply gave them a quick greeting and turned his attention to the messages.
The first one was the next part of an ongoing conversation between him and Derpy about the Lord of the Ring-movies. It was a public conversation, meant to be as much of an invite for others to join as it was to talk between them. So far none had taken them up on that but that wouldn't stop them.
He read the message quickly before making a downwards swiping motion with a finger, expanding the window downwards. This revealed an open, empty square with a keyboard beneath it. Some people favored the keyboard, but he did not.
Instead he opened his mouth and began to talk, a blur surrounding his lips all of a sudden. It was there to stop anyone from reading his lips, and was there whether or not he wrote publicaly or privately. Likewise the sound was not just scrambled but completely missing to anyone but himself.
As he spoke letters and words formed in the box, recording not only his voice but the words themselves. With such a short message he was done in moment, and he read it through once to make sure what he had said actually made sense.
A quick tap on one of the words brought up a menu, allowing him to transform it into a link to the picture he'd referred to. Two taps later, one to send and one to confirm that he wished to keep the voice with the message, it flickered and disappeared. It was now safely stored in the accompanying thread.
The next message was scolding for not passionately kissing Rin goodnight the previous evening. Even without the paw-print signing the message off he knew who had sent -that- message. Bloody cat.
He swiped a finger to toss it over to the folder he'd made just for this kind of messages. It was the biggest folder of them all.
The final of the private messages was from Twilight, reading up something about an issue with the server... or possibly the database. To be honest, while the message did include a detailed description of the issue it was a description written -by- a programmer -for- a programmer.
To Braeburn it might as well been written in latin or klingon. Thankfully it also included a summary written in actual english. It seemed to mostly just be an update to keep him in the loop of what was going on, as the message mentioned that Twilight was quite far along with fixing the problem already. Thank the gods that Twilight didn't expect him to help.
Another swipe moved this message to the folder of references. While he may not have too much use or understanding of it himself it could come in handy if anyone asked what was going on.
He considered looking at the threads first but decided against it. There was something else he needed to do. He paused for a few moments to see if he had been more than casually mentioned in the shoutbox.
Upon seeing that they were back to their own things he made a small gesture and picked a cup from the previously empty air. It shimmered in the colors of the rainbow before it finally stabilized in a pure white.
He held it level and spoke "Tea, English Breakfast, hot". A swirl like a small whirling rainbow filled his cup for a moment, and as it faded away he was left with his tea.
Bringing the cup to his lips he pushed the air open. Where before it had been only empty air was now an open doorway. Behind it lay a pathway of fine stepping stones, suspended by nothing and surrounded by infinite amounts of trailing data.
He cast a last glance around before he stepped past the door and into a world he only knew a tiny fraction about. The opening closed, and once more there was nothing there.
He made his way past threads of program and glittering, horizontal streams of data, to the point where it all converged. Most things could be accessed from anywhere on the outside, but a few things were kept here in the heart of Equestria Forever.
Some of these made sense, such as deleting accounts or changing passwords. Others... others did not.
He stepped onto the round platform around which everything circled, and for a moment he just enjoyed the view. The background was an infinite darkness, as large as space itself. Through it he could see the thin threads of code wrapped around streams of moving data or holding on to pools and spheres of information.
Every now and then a wave would ripple through some of the 'liquid', sending drops of whole splashes of data off to a different place. Exactly what it did was a mystery he did not know. He was not exactly a programmer. But it was pretty.
With another sip of his tea he brought up what he had come here for. A snap of the finger and suddenly threads wove themselves around the platform, shimmering in the darkness. He touched a few he recognized and suddenly the information he wanted was displayed in front of him.
What he found pleased him. The trouble that had been brewing for the last few days had not boiled over... in fact it seemed as if it had settled. Without the serious intervention of any mods to boot. Good.
He turned around to leave, only to jump backwards when he found himself eye to eye with someone else at only a hand's width. The cup of tea spilling its contents everywhere.
Not that such a thing mattered for the tea faded away the moment it struck another surface, leaving neither humidity or heat behind.
In front of him was the mod with paws. Well, the mod who usually had paws. As much as she enjoyed the four-legged form this place did require a pair of thumbs.
"Braeburn" She gave him a small nod as she pulled another cup from the air and handed it to him. How she had known what tea had been in it was anyone's guess. Most likely she cheated somehow. Still, he accepted it.
"Lyssea. How ar-" He didn't get further before she interrupted him.
"Still not forgiven you about yesterday"
And with that she tapped his chest. The world became a vortex of colors, swirling around him like a malstorm. The moment afterwards he found himself in the shoutbox, cup in hand and facing nothing. She'd teleported him away.
He sighed and took a sip of the tea. Time to see what fun he could find in today's treads.
And yes, of course I needed to be this story too. I have an ego to think about.
Do we have a winner?~ :nursehere:
I am closing the thread In order to make a new competition winners thread shortly. It shows the top three entries and the prizes they have won.
Thanks for everyone who participated!