quicktoanger | First Casefile: New Feather [Action/Written]

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Well, sure, I was just sitting on the roof. I mean, hey, it was a bit chilly, but I'm used to that. And I wasn't sure where I was, but hell, that's hardly any change.

The fact that I couldn't figure out how to get down was entirely irrelevant. I assure you. So there I sat, on the roof, scribbling in my journal.

The wings, it seems, didn't come off. Damn near fell off the roof figuring that out. They still throbbed.

The journal was an interesting thing, actually. It had my name on it. Apparently it updated to represent the journals other people used? I'd tried to look at it through the Sight. Luckily, the freezing cold was doing wonders staving off that headache.

I looked over the side again. Considered trying to climb. But, well, it was a rather tall building, and there weren't many handholds within reach. No. No, better to find some other method. So I'll just keep writing in that journal.

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Hey. Don't know if there's some sort of etiquette to this... journal thing, or whatever it's called, but I have a question.

Where the hell am I, why do I have wings, and how did I get on top of this building without any clothing?

I don't think I was that drunk last night...

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Well, it's gotta beat jumping down from the roof. I mean, unless you wanna wind up a pancake.

[After all, gravity... tends to do that.]

"Dunno. Tall and skinny as I am, I might just wind up normal sized."

She did have a point, though, I was rather strapped for options. And frankly, the Horse Fairy here was still less dubious than flying with my own dinky little wings that I'd never used before.

"... How would this work?"

Well, I could try and grab onto your shoulders...

[Juuust give her a second, and she'll hover around, trying to get a vague idea of what to do.]

It'd probably work better than if you tried to ride me, anyway.

I... didn't want to put too fine a point on it, but it had to be asked...

"... How would you grab onto me? You have, um. Hooves."

So?

[She hovers a bit off the ground, crossing her front legs that mirrors a human crossing their arms.]

You'd be surprised what I can do with hooves.

[Because she's a pony from a pony town where ponies do human-like things. Go figure!]

"Alright, alright, no offense."

I raised my hands in the universal gesture of surrender.

Hell, worst that could happen was a broken leg if she dropped me or something, and I'd had worse than that. Why not?

[Well, if she can handle doorknobs...

But, hm. How to handle this... She circles around him once or twice before she stops from behind and tries to scoop him up. It... might take a few seconds; she's not used to carrying humans around, after all.]

Well, the scooping process... could have gone better, but she eventually managed to get me into the air, sort of.

My dignity was nowhere in evidence, but hey, I never had much anyway.

"... I can see my house from here."

Somewhere in my brain, there's a hole where the "not being a smartass" neuron is supposed to be.

[Dash just rolls her eyes at the comment, carefully carrying him closer to the ground. It's... definitely gonna be a good work out for her, if nothing else, but she's trying her hardest not to drop him. It'd be easier if she had fingers.

Buuut she'll get there soon enough, and when she does, she'll bring him down to the ground and let out a heavy sigh.]

...Okay, note to self: Work on heavy lifting.

As soon as my feet touched the ground and she let go, I rolled my shoulders, rubbing them gingerly, carefully avoiding the wings.

"Thanks for that. You're stronger than you look, I gotta say."

[What's this? Praise? Oh, and just like that, Dash grins smugly, holding up a hoof and blowing on it.]

Yeah, well, you'd be surprised at what us ponies can do. Especially somepony like me.

"Color me impressed."

... Okay, I had to ask.

"Are you some sort of fae?"

A fae?

[She blinks, stares, and then shakes her head.]

No, I'm a pegasus pony.

... Technically Pegasi and Unicorns were both varieties of fae creature, where I was from, but I wasn't gonna get into semantic debates. She said she wasn't a fae, she helped me down from the roof without charging me for the service. Good enough for me.

"Alright, well, pony it is, then. There a lot of you guys around here?"

There's a few of us, but nowhere near as many as there were back home.

[Because a world totally populated by colorful equines is veeery different from Luceti.]

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