The city of Manehattan was overwhelming. It made up for what it lacked in Canterlot's splendor with imposing buildings that reached into the sky. Crystal guessed that inattentive pegasi were at risk of crashing through windows with the buildings being as tall as mountains. She gazed up at the towers of glass that glittered in the midday sun.
"Move it or lose it, lady!" a gruff voice said. The stallion brushed past her, his shoulder hitting hers a little harder than necessary.
Crystal blinked and her focus fell from the skyscrapers to the crowd she was in. A moment ago, the sidewalk only had a few ponies on it, but now it was like a river full of confused but determined salmon going up and downstream. Her ears pinned back as she tried to wriggle herself into the flow heading further into Manehattan.
"Excuse me!" she called above the noise of hoofsteps and grumbling ponies. "Excuse me! Could somepony tell me where Eminence Tower is?"
A mare beside her snorted. "Really?"
Crystal looked at her with the most innocent eyes. "Really!"
The mare raised a hoof and pointed. Crystal's gaze followed the direction to see the exceptionally tall building in the center of the town. A golden stallion's bust was perched at the very top of the tower, overlooking its domain with extreme indifference.
"Oh." Crystal blinked. "The super tall one, got it. Thanks!"
Now with her destination clear, she navigated through the busy streets, eventually breaking out of the stream and landing on the steps leading up to the tower.
She looked up at the double glass doors. Hesitation halted her and she gulped, her ears drooping as her confidence faltered. So many fears ran through her mind all at once: flubbing the interview, not being as strong of a writer as she thought she was, or sneezing right on the interviewer. She took a moment to swallow her worries then, holding her head high, strode up to the doors.
The lobby was absolutely stunning. Considering all of the harsh metal and glass with which the buildings of Manehattan were constructed, she felt like she had just been transported somewhere else. The floors were marble and a luxuriously soft, red carpet guided her from the door to the front desk. There was no steel or silvery metal visible; instead, anywhere metal was necessary to be shown, it was either gold-plated or pure gold. She was no expert in such things, so to her it all seemed to be the real deal.
"Hello," the mare said from behind the rich, dark mahogany desk without looking up from filing her hooves. "What can I help you with?" Her tone was rather matter-of-fact and it gave Crystal a hesitant pause. A moment later, she glanced up with a frown at the lack of a response. "Yes?"
"I'm here for an interview with Mares Monthly," Crystal said a little too quickly, but the other mare nodded nonetheless.
The receptionist returned her attention to her hoof care. "Floor 63."
"Thank you." Crystal smiled and started over to the marbled stairs with gold railings. She paused just at the bottom of them and inclined her head to look up the tower. From her vantage point in the lobby, she had to guess that the ceiling extended thirty floors up. She stared in awe for a moment longer, then started the long trek up the stairs.
By the time she reached the sixty-third floor, she was out of breath and sore all over. She spied a water cooler resting against a wall and hurried over to it, filled up a small paper cup, and downed it in one go. The cold water refreshed her just enough for her to regain her composure.
"All right," she mumbled and looked around, still somewhat out of breath.
The doors were made out of the same mahogany as the receptionist's desk and one was adorned with gilded lettering that read: "Mares Monthly". Excitement bubbled up in her chest and gave her the extra energy necessary to walk over and inside.
Another bored receptionist sat at the only desk in the room, but at least she looked up to acknowledge Crystal's entrance. "Welcome to Mares Monthly's main office," she said in a tone that was anything but cheerful. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes—No—" Crystal bit her lower lip, then quickly scolded herself inwardly. She put on her most confident appearance. "I received a letter to drop by for an interview regarding serial publication in your magazine. I'm Crystal—er, C.W."
"I see." The receptionist gestured at a row of chairs as she stood from her own. "Please take a seat and you'll be called in shortly." She walked into the next room and mumbled something inaudible to somepony before returning to her desk.
Crystal sat in the chair as best she could. It was far from comfortable and there was no way to sit naturally in it at all. She had to dangle her legs off the front, but there was no room to rest her forehooves on the seat, which felt a little immodest, so she draped her tail over her lap.
The quiet, awkward minutes ticked by. She could hear muffled voices on the other side of the wall, but she couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. Finally, a stallion leaned in through the doorway and smiled at her. He had on a collared white shirt and a green tie, though the knot was loosened to hang a few inches from where it should when properly affixed.
"Hello! So glad you could make it!" The stallion waved a hoof and disappeared back into the other room. "Come along!" When his ear twitched at the sound of her following, he continued, "Welcome to the main Mares Monthly office. Here is where we make,"—he spun around and stood on his hindlegs to wave his front ones—"the magic!"
Crystal blinked a few times. "The magic?"
The stallion frowned a little at the lackluster reaction and dropped back down, turning away and walking forward. "You know, the writing, the researching, the printing."
"So, the opposite of magic?" She giggled.
"Well, I suppose as a unicorn, 'the magic' has a whole different meaning to you," he said with a chuckle and shook his head. "It's a figurative but special magic! The magic of making mares happy all over the world." He stopped outside an office. "Come on in."
Crystal glanced around the room. Papers were strewn about and the walls were covered in various charts, articles, and pictures, all thumb-tacked into place. She took a seat in the first chair while he shut the door and sat on the other side of the desk.
"If I remember correctly," he said while he opened, closed, and tossed aside manila folders until he came to one that made him smile. "Your agent reached out to us about having you be a part of our upcoming serial team?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded. "That's correct."
"Sir? Oh! Forgive me." He flashed a smile. "I'm Sunset Coffee. Don't ask why; weird parents." He looked back down at the papers, his gaze skimming over them. "From the notes here, it looks like the reviewer says you clearly have a knack for this sort of thing." Somewhat unceremoniously, he tilted his head to look at her flank. "Not a surprise there, eh?" He winked. "Hard to argue with a cutie mark."
Crystal flushed. "I guess so, Mr. Coffee."
Sunset Coffee laughed wholeheartedly. "Now that's even worse than sir! Just Sunset's fine. It's a little feminine, but Mr. Coffee makes me sound like a coffee maker." He closed the folder. "Anyway, this is more of a formality so I could meet you. I'll be your main contact from here on out."
"My—?" She blinked slowly.
"Main contact. Of course you're going to get the job." He folded his hooves and rested his snout on them. "There're just a few things we need to hammer out, then I'll be waiting for your pitch."
Crystal still hadn't caught up quite yet. "I got the job?"
Sunset paused curiously, then smiled. "You betcha. Like I said, can't argue with a cutie mark. That'd be like denying your destiny, after all!"
She swallowed an excited squeal like a heavy lump in her throat, but allowed a wide smile. "Thank you, Mr. Sunset!"
"Sunset." He squinted. "I'm only a few years older than you, so it's just Sunset."
"Really?" Crystal glanced around his office. "Not that you seem, um, old, exactly, but, well—"
"It's quite all right," he interrupted, the smile back in place. "You're from Canterlot, so it makes you feel younger."
Her brow furrowed. "What does that mean?"
Sunset gestured vaguely in a wide circle. "Here in Manehattan, secondary school is half as long as yours, so we get jobs much sooner. Canterlot keeps ponies in school longer than anywhere else." He stretched his forelegs above his head, then folded them back on the desk. "I don't have your exact age in the profile your agent sent, but it said you'd be finishing your first year, so that'd mean you'd have already graduated here."
Crystal's gaze slowly fell to her lap as she mulled it over. "That's kind of depressing, actually. I feel like I just aged three years."
He chuckled and dismissed her with a wave of his hoof. “Still plenty young enough to start your glamorous career as an author here with Mares Monthly! Now, about those details I mentioned.”
She looked back up at him. “Oh, right, yes.”
“First of all, your representative just wrote down C.W. as your name. I’m fine with keeping things anonymous, but it’s not exactly common to have a pseudonym consisting of only initials. Do you have a family name or something you'd like to use at the end?"
She twiddled her hooves, considering the options very carefully. This was her future she was talking about! She couldn't pick something that she'd end up hating—"Step." She smiled. "C.W. Step."
Sunset picked up his pencil and scribbled down a note. “Mmhm.” He spat the pencil out onto the table. “Where would you like correspondences mailed to?”
“Correspondences?” She tilted her head.
“You know, letters. All of our editors receive regular mail for their articles, and you’re bound to receive fan mail as an author.”
“Fan mail?” The words fell from her lips as if from a foreign language. “Does that really happen?”
Sunset shrugged. "It depends on your popularity." His expression turned suddenly serious. "Do you think you won't be popular?"
Crystal straightened up. She needed to be confident—or at least appear that way. "Of course I will."
He stared at her a moment longer, then laughed. "There's that Canterlot confidence! Don't worry, it's in my best interests to make sure you're popular. Your success is my success now."
"I didn't know that." She pursed her lips in thought and muttered, "Well, I didn't discuss this with her, but I'm sure she'll be fine with it." She nodded in agreement with herself. "For now, I think it'd be best to use my representative's address."
"Sounds good." He made a note of that. "The last question I have for you is regarding timeline. Do you think you'll be able to get a pitch and a draft of the first installment within the next month? Obviously, this month's issue is out of the question, but if you've got a good story from the get-go it might make it into next month's."
Crystal fidgeted somewhat nervously. She had been trying to think of what she was going to write ever since Velvet had first mentioned Mares Monthly, and so far had come up short. Fear started to grip her chest tight that she would continue to not find any inspiration.
"I can try my best, Sunset," she finally said.
"Works for me!" He reached across the desk to offer his hoof. "I'm looking forward to hearing from you, C.W. Just send a letter when you've got a pitch and if it passes, I'll need a draft as soon as possible."
"Absolutely!" She smiled at him, shook his hoof, and started for the door. "Thank you so much for the opportunity!"
Sunset waved from his desk. "Have a safe trip back to Canterlot!"
Crystal nodded. She navigated her way out of the office area, through the Mares Monthly lobby, and to the stairwell. When the door shut behind her, she looked around to ensure she was alone before she bounced in a small circle. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She stopped just as suddenly as she began and started the trek down the massive staircase with poise and grace in every step.
She had done it. Velvet had started it, but she was going to finish it. All she had to do was figure out what she was going to write, but her life was finally heading in the direction of her dreams.
♡
The sound of a piano resonated under the current of meandering conversations. Ponies were gathered from the highest rings of Canterlot society, all dressed in their finest garments. The occasional titter or chortle stood out against the velvety tones of the solo pianist's music.
Crystal wasn't sure what plagued her mind more: the plastic smile that she hadn't been allowed to drop for an hour straight, or that her mother had been waiting for her when she got off the train. Upper Crust had likely all but outright interrogated Velvet for her whereabouts, because Crystal sure hadn't told her mother when she was returning. She had planned on spending her spare time before the party with Velvet.
Her mother, of course, had other plans. She endured three days of what was essentially social cram school. In some ways, she understood. They had hosted the Canterlot garden party for two years in a row. Any mishap on her part would knock them off their self-made pedestals. So she just kept smiling—and smiling— and smiling.
Fancy Pants approached her. "I say, Miss Wishes, as always, your parents are quite the perfect party hosts. It must be delightful having their care and expertise guiding you into adulthood." He straightened his monocle. "You are turning quite into the charming mare."
"Quite indeed!" his wife, Lyrica Lilac, agreed with an emphatic, single nod. The others nearby nodded with her.
Crystal smiled. Of course, she was already smiling, but she had to remind herself to continue doing so. "Why, yes, I am quite grateful to my parents, of course."
The nearby mares gave the hollow chortle of geese. Fancy Pants chuckled.
"It's a shame Golden couldn't make it," Crystal continued, her eyelashes fluttering. "I hear her modeling career is doing well."
Fancy Pants's chest swelled with pride. "Why, yes, it is! She's quite busy these days. I'm very proud of her."
"Excuse me," came the sweet and airy voice Crystal dreaded most of all, approaching them from behind her.
Crystal clenched her teeth together. The smile faltered briefly, but thankfully all eyes had turned on her mother. She inclined her head to acknowledge her mother's presence. "Hello, Mother."
"Pardon my intrusion," Upper Crust said in a perfectly apologetic tone. "If I may, I would like to borrow my daughter for a moment."
"Certainly!" Fancy Pants nodded. "Always a pleasure, Miss Wishes."
The other ponies nearby followed him as he walked away to talk to other guests.
Slowly, Upper Crust circled around to Crystal's front. A sly smile was on her lips. "A very important guest has just arrived and I would so very appreciate you greeting him. As is polite, of course."
"Of course." Her ears flicked to pin back against her mane. She forced them forward with some effort while she walked alongside her mother. "Who is this guest, anyway?"
"Why, Prince Blueblood himself, of course."
Things might start getting awkward fast next chapter
Welcome to featured CW! Congratulations =D
I like that how he's Mr. Coffee and that's a coffee maker brand. It's a pun. Really great stuff there. A real hoot. Hah.hah.
5532208 Oh, you! Admittedly, I was way too amused when the random name generator offered 'Sunset Coffee' as a name and my first thought was "Hey, he's Mr. Coffee!"
5532215 I'm such a card. :)
And proceeded to put a very, very scary picture in my mind with her comment....
Oh, and:
Romance is in the air, or at least a magazine
CW gonna be big, but she's gonna keep it clean
A dream come true, work she's gained
Now she has her parade, would suck if it rained
But that seems to be the way thing go
The good and the bad swinging too and fro
But Always the balance seems to leave her better for
Now a window has opened, after a closing door
But stuck at a plastic party she must do now
And ask herself, "I'll get through this how?"
But ending good or bad, the balance will go on
Closer parents, ruined rep, perfect party gone
Or perfect party, plastic parents, and something good to come
Everything will balance out, but good makes bad go numb
Velvet cheers and Crystal grins after a kick in the ass
Such a forceful mind, for such a little mass
But working out, it all comes true, her dreams come closer still
Hardships overcome, through her friend's force of will
On the path, she continues down,
Smiling without a frown
Crystal's Wishes coming true
As challenges she goes through
~The Final Firedancing Fiend
On a little more of a serious note, this is great. While so much good goes for her, just as much bad happens. Her core might not change, but you've made Crystal into a character with a lot of depth. Changing as she goes, though her core doesn't change much, but that's too be expected in this story. Instead of true change, she grows. Organically and interestingly. Stories like this are few and far between. Interesting, Slice of Life, and full OC.
I'll admit, the stigma against OC's isn't without it's reasons, but this is amazing. The story pulls me in and I feel like I'm moving along with Crystal, Velvet, and the whole cast. You've managed to give characters I originally wanted to kick in the ass (Jet Set and Crusty) depth and sympathy. Although.... I guess I'm not as die hard a hater of them as some. I cannot STAND Rarity and thought she got exactly what she wanted in her attempts to get into High Society. But that's a rant for another time. Instead, I'll say that I came here with a bias against OC's from reading on FIMfic, and made me a loyal CW fan.
The plot, progression, and characters all seem natural and you captured these snapshots amazingly well, though you should have a health warning for the first little bit of the story. I nearly contracted type one diabetes.... I read adventure stories primarily, but this has made it into my favourites. Not just one of my Tracking Genre shelves, but a true favourite. Thank you for this amazing story.
I could go on, but I don't know how to put my thoughts into words well enough to avoid becoming redundant. Instead, I will simply finish off with a final: This is amazing and keep being awesome.
~The Final Firedancing Fiend
5532283 Hey, I can't help it if my excitement instilled fear that inspired what will be an awesome piece of art.
*squee* Your poems are a real treat to read, so thank you so much for taking the time to write them!
Oh gosh, your comment - thank you so much. I really enjoy writing this story so to read such nice things brightens my day. I completely understand the stigma against OCs. I've read some good ones and some bad ones, myself... so I knew going into this story that I was already halfway up the creek with only one paddle. I'm glad that I've managed to put together something that you and others seem to enjoy as much as I enjoy writing it.
Thank you!
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It's more taking the time to share them. If I didn't write them, they would burn a hole in my head, but I'm glad you like my writing.
As for that, I'm glad you enjoy writing. Makes for a better story when it's fun for the writer. :D And think of it this way, all your reader base you have now is loyal, and truly enjoying this, versus bandwagon effect. :) Though I wouldn't complain in the least if this story got the attention it truly deserved. :P In fact, I'd rejoice. :)
5532339 Praytell, what "AA" thing are you talking about? Addicts Anonymous? Alcoholics Anonymous? Adventurers Anonymous? Access Anonymous? Asexuals Anonymous? Automobile Association? Athletic Association? Applied Aerodynamics? Associates in Arts? Acronym Abuse? Or any of the many, many, many, many, many "AA" or "___ Anonymous" groups?
I'm pretty sure using an "AA" acronym or "___ Anonymous" as a group name isn't stealing anything. It's just making use of a commonly used naming format, so you probs don't need to worry about it. Don't let it weigh down your day!
5532380 sheesh, I was kidding, but I was talking about Alcoholics Anonymous
I'm thinking that Blueblood will cause Crystal run out and keep running without looking where she's going, I know it's cliche and I feel bad for saying it. The thing is I feel like Blueblood is going to be the jerk we saw in "The Best Night Ever", which how some people do write him in the fandom, some have written him as a genuinely nice pony who just puts that sort thing on as an act when he's with most of Equestria's high society ponies. My favorite version of nice Blueblood is in Where is My Love by The Myth, the story is actually quite good and you should check it out if you haven't yet (it is still going on, it's also a sequel and a link to the story that predates it is in the description). So in a sense you could show both Bluebloods and could help Crystal with some of her inner turmoil if he gave a few pointers for keeping the facade in front of high society functions and the like.
Well, at least we don't have to worry about any courtship issues with Blueblood; that ship'll sail about as well as Mount Rainier.
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"--And you should feel bad!" Dr. Zoidberg
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." Inigo Montoya
But enough about that. Now regarding Crystal; I think you have completely misread her character if you believe she will flee the scene leaving a trail of tears in her wake. She has demonstrated confidence when dealing with the opposite gender, she has a well-defined passive-aggressive attitude toward Canterlot society and its pretentiousness, and she is NOT going to be caught unprepared going into this affair as she already suspects her mother has an ulterior motive.
As for Blueblood. If he is written as a self-absorbed, pompous, elitist; then he will be written in character. For that is exactly how the show portrays him. The authors in the other stories you mentioned have taken a different approach--I'll bet--because he was either the main character, or an important supporting character to bring about change in the main character. Thus Blueblood needed another dimension or two to carry his role in their story.
However Author Crystal chooses to write Blueblood, I hope she gives him no more dimension than her scene requires. There should be only ONE star of a story. As the more well-rounded characters there are, the 'spotlight' shines less brightly for each. For this story, the star is Crystal, and she alone commands the spotlight. I for one am glad the author made that choice.
The mental image of this type of interview:
"Hey, you gotta hire me. I'm the perfect one for this job!"
"Oh really? I hear that a lot. What makes you think that you're so special?"
"It's simple. LOOK AT MY BUTT!"
My apologies to anyone who takes offense at this. But I just couldn't shake the image and had to share.
5536208 That's basically what happened, isn't it? Well, I was more going for "Let's not play coy - it's her special talent, of course she's going to impress and rock it" but "LOOK AT MY BUTT" is close enough.
Gahhh! Taking notes on your awesome description of Manhattan. I'm writing an AU CheesePie set there. The visuals were off the chart! Loved it!
5536083 you are right and I know that Blueblood will probably only be a minor character and in all likelihood is going to be used as a method of displaying everything Crystal is afraid of becoming and everything her mother expects of her. And once again I'm sorry for the comment that was a call to a cliche. However I don't think it's too much of a stretch to think something Blueblood says or does will hurt her feelings.
5536271 Oh gosh, thanks! I may have gone a bit overboard with the Manehattan description, or so I felt, but I had a lot of fun putting my idea of it into words.
5537587 I want to thank you, but I heard nothing. I-I'm so conflicted!
Hehe, in seriousness, thank you!
Quick note, after the book (you know which one I'm talking about, the one from her date, the one that was taken to get restored) showed up in two chapters (at the end of one and beginning of another) it isn't really mentioned again (there was that scene about it being in a package, but we didn't really see it, to me it felt like we missed out on an opportunity to see a cultural treasure), I totally see Crystal using it as an excuse to cut out, but enough about that. We didn't get to cat a glimpse of the restored book, I'm sorry to be harping about this, but I really wanted to see a scene where Crystal looks at the restored book and we as the readers get to what it looks like restored.
5537600 ur very welcome!
5537896 No worries at all! I'm reading and appreciating every comment, excited that you're enjoying the story so far! I'll answer with a handy-dandy spoiler tag!
Yes, the ring will most certainly be addressed in due time. And as far as Anzel is concerned, he and I are collaborating in the sense that we're coordinating our two stories separately... together!
Great stuff, as usual!
Hey, look, Blueblood's here! Heh heh...heh...this is where it all hits the fan, isn't it?
5537931 great, cause i feel that that ring could have quite a story behind it.
5537643 I see your point, but I would worry that continually bringing up an issue (i.e. the book) might make others (i.e. the author) explicitly not do something out of irritation. If she's not brought it up yet, then either she has a plan for it (and will therefore not mention it again until the plot calls for it) or she's decided to not use it in the future plot (and will therefore not mention it again). Either way, it won't be mentioned again until later. So I think there's little need to bring it up so often. :) Things will all happen in due time, I'm sure.
5539648 point taken, thankfully I've only brought up twice (which usually isn't enough to be annoying) and will stop here before I really do come off as a heckler. Thanks for subtly stopping me before it got potentially worse.
Oh wow another double update! Glad to see some progress on Crystal's life. She is finally being able to write the stories that she was oh so yearning to put out on paper. This is another major turning point in her life and now she has the opportunity to be the best that she can be. I just know she will make the most of this new career that she will soon begin.
I do feel bad that Crystal has to go to this garden party. She clearly doesn't want to go and yet her mother is explointing on this. She is making this as horrid for Crystal as she possibly can. I would normally say that she must do what her mother says, but she is making Crystal as uncomfortable as possible so she can look good in front of the nobles, ugh...And then she has Crystal meet Bluballs--I mean Blueblood. At this point I feel very sorry for Crystal because I'm pretty sure once Blueblood sets eyes on her he would probably imagine how many different ways he can get her...seriously I wouldn't put it above him. Knowing you Ms Author, you won't actually put Crystal through that so no worries there.
Anyway, great stuff as always. You never fail to impress. Do you have any specific writing skills? I think you're really good at writing. Do continue with this great talent you have. I look forward to seeing more of Crystal's life events.
Oh no, prince blueblood! this isn't going to end well...
5977397 Pff... what could possibly go wrong!
5977419 Everything.
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I concur. He's easily one of my least favorite villains in the show. Boooo for Blueblood
it's him.....
*epic music and close camera shot of eyes*
6339235 It's definitely not... because we don't have magical tattoos on our butts that kind of outshine putting a resume together. Definitely don't take that to heart. Limitations of not living in a magical pony land...
"Why, Prince Blueblood himself, of course."
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For those of us not into proper speach...
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This is my first story on this website, and now this will be my benchmark for all others. I find it very well written and it keeps me wanting to read more. Crystal, you have set the bar for me. Keep up the fine writing.
As for Prince Blueblood, he could have been acting like a "Royal Snob" just to keep the swooning mares away. Who knows what he is like behind closed doors. Thats the way I saw him in the series.
Oh God no... is her mom trying to pair her with BlueBblood? Cause if she is, and I quote, "Of all the possible things, this is the worst! Possible! THING!"
*singsong*She got the Jooooob!*singsong*
Then Blueblood happened.
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Oh Velvet you have my greatest sympathies, Just the thought...UHG!
!!!!!!
Oh that.... You know how happyI was when I found out name changing accounts were a possibility for this site? When I need a proper pen name (i.e. when I actually start publishing my work) I'm going to sit there nights on end, trying to figure out what it should be.
Oh, and since I read stuff out liud for practice, here is my reaction to the "Why, Prince Blueblood"-line.
... No. God no, I don't wanna. I don't want to read about fu*** Blueblood! I don't! No! Kill me, please, pleas kill me now! *sobs*
Shoudl I elaborate further?
Needless to say I really like how you handled the Blueblood situation and Raven's lovelife in the chapters after. There was virtually no way Raven would get a happy ending with him, so I'm glad she found somebody else.
Nope, nope nopenopenope!
Blueblood, she'll handle. It's this line that worries me:
It's flashed to my mind as if he's just read her the last rites or something. Maybe it's just my imagination, but there's a observant and sympathetic soul hidden away somewhere in these pleasentries of Fancy Pants.
I'm reloading my shotgun. There's only one sure way to deal with snakes.
This should be good.
6794702 I prefer a machete myself.
"Prince Blueblood"
Aw crap. Depending on his characterization, aw s**t
6794702 I'll join you. All I need is a chainsaw, apron and ponyskin mask and I'm good to go.
7004698 burn my face and grab me my razor glove and I will come as well
Oh crystal. You do know that's its impossible to build skyscrapers without elevators right?