All The Time in the World [Dead]

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Bubble Pop
i never really grew up
███ ⊱ Mood/Observant ☁ Tagged/Anypony ☁ Crush/None ⊰ ███
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So. This was Ponyville.

Small. Quaint. Certainly smaller than her childhood home of Manehatten. Ponies here seemed... friendlier too. At least a little bit. Casual. Ready to talk to you. Back in Manehatten, even Trottingham, ponies were focused on getting from here to there and getting their jobs done. It wasn't that the places were inherently unfriendly, it's just... the places had a much busier feel to the small town of Ponyville. Her front and back legs were curled under her as she wrote her thoughts and observations in a beat-up purple notebook. It appeared as though she were just starting the notebook, fewer pages in the front than in the back, however that was not the case. She was writing backwards in her notebook, she had begun on the last page and was now nearly done filling this book. A little quirk she had picked up during a train ride, she always began a notebook in a different place. This time she began in the back.

Bubble turned the page in her notebook, overhearing a conversation between two ponies who had decided to venture out in the bright sunlight, the clouds round and cartoonish in the sky. An air of calm blanketed the park, even the conversation between the two ponies seemed to be without any strain, any conflict, just casual. What was it that made Ponyville so serene? Was that the effect a small town would have on its residence? Or was this serenity a result of Princess Twilight's residence here, along with her friends? 

At the current moment, Bubble was doing two things: writing down a calm conversation and analyzing the calm conversation. These were both sub-components of something she should be doing: researching small-town life. None of these things were what she should really be doing at this moment. A deadline loomed. The final four chapter drafts of the fourth book in her series, The Chincoteague Isle Pirates had to be sent off the next day at noon. How much had she written? 

...That's not important. Besides, it was hardly noon. She had all night, twenty-four hours to get out four presentable-ish chapters that neatly tied up this part in her series done. That was what... six hours per chapter? Psh. She had plenty of time! If she stuck around here, maybe spoke to a pony or two, and then grabbed lunch or linner (lunch + dinner) before heading back to her tiny little home, she could still have way more than twelve hours. Well, actually, wait. Bubble liked her sleep. She wasn't going to give up her sleep just to get some pages in. Besides, if she wrote while that tired surely her writing would turn out to be much lower quality than what she wanted it to be. So okay. Take out... hmm... eight hours for sleep. Okay, That left her four hours. Each chapter was to be what... twelve, thirteen pages? So in order to do research for the romance novel, meet ponies, have linner, and get eight hours of sleep, she'd have to be able to write a page in about three minutes to reach the twelve page chapter. 

Psh. Why was she worried again? That would be absolute cake. She'd probably even get done too early, and then what would she do with her time? More research? She might have time to reread one of her favorite Trottingham Detective Agency novels. Oh, it had been so long since she read one of those mysteries. She'd get some nice tea, maybe even a bubble bath as she pampered herself and read her book, celebrating another successful deadline rush. Sure, she'd probably get the manuscript back with a semi-angry letter from her editor about making her panic or something along with the actual manuscript covered in red markings, a particular spot on fifth page of the second chapter where her editor's pen exploded ink all over and then died. There would be another mark on chapter three near page thirteen with the same markings of the death of a pen. And then she'd spend the day moping about, wondering why anyone read her drivel. She'd eat chocolate, whine a bit, and then go to bed only to receive a fan mail the next day that pumped her up once more and encouraged her to tackle these pages.

It was the same old same old. Happened nearly every time, probably will continue to keep happening until something catastrophic happens. Honestly, she should be much better at this. She was much better at this years ago, when she was just starting to get published. When she had received that first letter saying that she had gotten her manuscript accepted, she made sure to give them everything they wanted as soon as they wanted it. Her editor had loved her fully when she did that, he would send out a note asking for the next chapters and they would arrive to him as soon as she could get them in the mail. But now? Now... she was established, right? The editor wouldn't drop her... she still got the manuscripts in on time and they were still presentable in their early stages. Her books had a following, so dropping the series completely would be a poor decision on their part.

She was safe for the moment. But she should probably start meeting ponies. Bubble went to glance down at the paper one last time before getting up, but she found herself blinking in surprise. She had realized that the conversation had ended and instead she had written down the numbers: 4, 12, 24, 5, and 8. The numbers... they looked like they could be important elements in a story! Her eyes widened. Oh, this would be a great plot twist, or element, or something in one of the current stories or in one of her future! She had to write her ideas about it right now otherwise it would be gone! She furiously wrote down notes, and when she finally finished she let the pen fall to the ground, her magic hold on it vanishing as she let herself collapse in the grass, "It's a good thing I have so much time...."

[darktobias13]

Meanwhile, two ponies were watching the pony seemingly scribble a friction burn into her journal from the shade of a nearby tree. One was a small filly, with a massive star speckled wizard cap making up most of her height, with her dark blue pelt and mane making her seem like just a spot of night in the day. The hat brim tilted up a little as a pair of neon green eyes pierced forth from the shadow, and she smiled and let out a soft giggle.

"How come you don't write that fast Gear? She almost rivals you at all times except mid brainstorm."

The other pony looked down on her, his multi-lensed goggles glinting in the brief ray of light that managed to get through the tree branches. His mane was a bit sprayed in a pattern that could only be described as blown into that style, with the white seemingly burned on all of the edges. His pelt was ash gray, and made his cutie mark stand out, being a trio of gears, each made of a different metal. He smiled and retorted back.

"Because the last time I managed to write that fast for an extended amount of time, I set a fire from the friction that burned all of my notes in that particular notebook. And that one contained quite a few of my more recent ideas."

He winced as he remembered the inventions that he had planned and written down all the crucial measurements and calculations for in that book. Looking back down, he smirked at the smile on the small filly's face.

"I would ask to see you even try to write that fast, but I don't think you have written a thing in ages. How do you even pass your class, Mira?"

Fantastic Mirage stretched out and giggled again.

"When you are taking an advanced class on Illusionary Magic, Gearshift, almost absolutely everything that happens in that class, well... doesn't really happen." She conjured up a small illusion of a butterfly that flew off into the sky, just to make a point.

Gearshift shook his head, smiling. Leaning back against the tree, he thought about how Mira had come running into the lab and insisted that he come out for a little bit, claiming that the weather was excellent, to which he had to agree. When they had walked into the park, they had noticed that there were two ponies that were having a normal conversation, and a pony that just happened to be sitting close enough to hear everything, and curiosity had overtaken them both. Deciding until after she was done writing to make an appearance, they had both just walked to a nearby tree. They hadn't been trying to be sneaky, but when one was trying to appear as corporeal as her images, and the other just used to stepping gingerly around things that had a tendency to go boom, they were able to step quite lightly.

Mira poked her brother as the mare they had been watching seemingly wrote herself out, and they both got up from where they were sitting and started walking over, just in time for her ears to pick up the statement about time. She giggled and conjured up several illusions of clocks of various sizes and styles to fall around the mare.

"Then Time is what you must need even more of!" She giggled as Gearshift rapped her on the head, and disappeared, only to reappear next to the mare in question. "But what could you possibly need so much time for?"

[pfluff]

Bubble Pop
rewind rewind
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She had been completely unaware that anyone was watching her scribbling furiously. The pony's regular and light green striped mane was casually done in an inverse ponytail, a style that had taken her literally (er, figuratively) a second to do that morning. She had just used a ponytail and put the ponytail through the ponytail after all. Theoretically, washing ones mane was something one should do regularly... unfortunately, it took effort. And that was effort that Bubble had not wanted to extend. Her mane wasn't a gross mess, but it was the right kind of unclean for a perfect messy inverse ponytail. Wavy strands of mane fell on either side of the ponytail, her forelock swept to one side. Of course, this had been before the pink pony had collapsed onto her side- done with writing the scene surrounding the code-like numbers. Now her forelock was even messier and her mane and tail were just flat against the grass, demonstrating the stark contrast between the watermelon green of her mane and tail and the nurtured green of the grass.

The appaloosa pony hadn't been expecting to hear anypony's voices. That's not how it worked in the city. If you were going to speak to another pony, you had to be the first one to talk. You had to risk that look. You know that look? The one that goes Is there a problem? Why are we speaking? But here, these ponies just came up to her and spoke to her first. It actually... surprised her a bit.

Actually. No. What surprised her was the clocks. Yeah, the clocks. Suddenly she was surrounded them- at first appearing to be a taunt from the fates about how each minute passing is another minute wasted. How she wasn't going to finish these chapters tonight if she didn't start now. She sat up urgently, glancing at the clocks around her and trying to make sense of how they had appeared at random before she registered the ponies in front of her. Though she closed her notebook quickly out of habit she managed to take in the question and began forming her eloquent answer. 

"Oh! For finishing the last chapters of my book," is what ended up coming out of her muzzle- her mind feeling an answer was required even before she realized who she was speaking to. Thankfully it didn't take her too long to focus herself and she found her eyes landing upon a stallion and a filly. They were both so interesting just at first glance even, the stallion's mane with its burnt-looking edges. He just looked like a mad scientist. The filly by his side with her brilliant dark blue coat looked more put-together and collected in her young age than Bubble ever could hope to be.

Wait. Was it the filly who had the magic to conjure up the clocks? The filly had been the one to teleport.... Wow. This filly really had her stuff together then. A foggy mirror was her cutie mark, did that have something to do with this magic? And the older stallion had gears as his cutie marks. Was he really a mad scientist? She had always wanted to meet a mad scientist. "The chapters need to be sent off tomorrow at noon and... uh... I'm not really as far as I'd like to be," Translation: I have a word written. But it's a good word. "Um, oh! My name is Bubble Pop- or Bubble. Or Pop, I guess, I mean, that'd be kind of awkward to call me Pop as I'm not old nor a stallion but if you really wanted to I mean it's not really a bad-" Uh. Train derailed there Bubble. "Sorry, my mind is kind of frazzled. Let's try again. I'm Bubble Pop- or Bubble- and I'm new to Ponyville. It's nice to meet you!" 

[darktobias13]

Mira started giggling and Gearshift tried to hide his chuckles behind a hoof as they watched the mare's brain seem to glitch out and restart. Gearshift took a look around, and realized that the sudden appearance of so much stuff in such a short time might have had something to do with the confusion. Tapping on Mira's head, he made a slashing motion with his hoof, and she nodded and cut off the magic to the clock images, which melted into sand as they dissipated.

Mira giggled again and turned to the mare that was still on the ground. "Well then, Ms. Bubble. No worries about you're mind being frazzled, you are among like minds. My mind is full of images, and no one truly knows what my brothers mind has been full of since he blew himself up."

Gearshift snorted and pitched in. "Probably whatever was part of the explosion, to be mixed with all the other remnants of past experiments. If anything, we could open your mind and see entire worlds, Mira."

They both started laughing and Gearshift and Mira sat nearby the mare. Mira took a mental note of how Bubble Pop had closed the notebook so quickly, and wondered exactly what kind of notes she had been taking, but shrugged it off and doffed her cap as she stood up and bowed.

"Well, we need to make introductions then. My name is Fantastic Mirage, Illusion Master-in-Training, and protege of the actual master of Illusions, Smokey Mirrors. But if that's a bit much to say, just call me Mira, everypony does!"

Gearshift also stood and nodded his head. "And my name is Gearshift, one of Ponyville's main inventors, and master Tinkerer. Although I have also been called a Technomancer, Forge-keeper, and Mad Scientist. Although those last two haven't come up in years."

Mira looked to her brother. "Wait you got called a Mad Scientist. Please tell me it was by an angry mob."

Gearshift's silence gave her the answer and she burst out laughing.

Both of them turned to Bubble and spoke in synchronized words, "Welcome to Ponyville Bubble Pop. Pleased to meet you."

[pfluff]

Bubble Pop
you can't decode the scribbles!
███ ⊱ Mood/Writing! ☁ Tagged/Mira-Gearshift ☁ Crush/Soda? ⊰ ███
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It took a moment for her to realize that they had been giggling at her. She wasn't offended or hurt by it, but it did catch her off guard a little and resulted in the young mare smiling sheepishly. The little one was just letting it all out, the older one seemed to be trying to hide his laughter behind a veil of politeness. Both ways of expressing being entertained by her were fine with Bubble, but the older pony seemed to take pity on her and urged the younger one to remove the clocks. Okay, sure they melted before they vanished, but she was surrounded by a world full of unicorn, pegasai, and weirder things- why did that catch her off guard? Though from what she'd seen and heard about, Ponyville seemed to be just a weird town where weird things happened.

Blew himself up? If there was one thing that sounded particularly mad scientist-y it was that. Her interest in these two new ponies grew. Were they normal ponies of Ponyville? Or were they outliers? They were certainly nothing like any pony she had met in Manehatten or Trottingham or even Fillydelphia. Regardless of who they were in comparison to the Ponyville norm, they were certainly fascinating. While listening to the two speak she opened her notebook once more. Okay, maybe this was a bit creepy? But... she was a writer. Taking care to open to a blank page she started jotting down some key words to help her remember what stood out to her about these ponies the most. Aside from, well, everything. Random words were written, but in a hoofwriting style that was messy, sloppy, near impossible for anypony to really decode other than the pony who was writing herself. It wasn't that she was secretive about what she wrote, it was just she didn't like ponies knowing what was in her notebook- er, or was that the same thing? The pony didn't even bother staying in the lines. Scribbles when decrypted would say things like mirror, burnt, melting, sand, two ponies-one mind and other things that came to her head as she listened to the two ponies in front of her. 

Fantastic Mirage and Gearshift? Oh. Gearshift was funny. Actually, they were funny together. She smiled a bit, observing how the two were playing off of each other. Were they related? Friends? Was he a mentor? There were so many possibilities- Bubble was caught between making something up and asking about it. She still wasn't quite sure if they were funny on purpose or unintentionally, but either way it worked.

Okay. So she would probably have to find other ponies to help her with the general "small town feel" she was trying to get for her novel. But for now, these two ponies were so much more interesting than the small town ponies she needed. And they were way more interesting than anypony she could write for her book. Actually, she needed a character like the one she saw before her. He would make such an interesting addition... could he fit into her book? Maybe? She could find a way to make a character like him fit....  "Thanks for the warm welcome," she smiled as she finally put down the pencil, done with her words, "Sorry, I've been in research mode. See, I came to Ponyville to look at small town life for a different book. When I get into this sort of mood I just end up writing...everything. Force of habit. Have you ponies lived here long?"

[darktobias13]

Mira cocked her head as Bubble started writing furiously in her notebook, and her curiosity started to grow. Knowing ponies like her brother, who wrote entire pages of nothing but formulas and facts and numbers, the author in front of them couldn't be writing normally. She seemed to be analyzing them in front of them, and Mira smiled. Her ears perked up as she remembered that someone had yet to be introduced, and poked at the metal ball at the end of her hat, which sprouted wings and opened two ports to reveal big jeweled eyes. The little machine mimicked a yawn, and let out a happy buzz as it flew around Mira real quick. It fixed its eyes on Bubble, and let out a few chirps. Mira giggled and pointed at the little Mechasprite that was looking at Bubble.

"I almost forgot, this is my little friend, Glitch the Mechasprite. Gearshift made him!" She announced with glee. Glitch gave a chirp in response and let out a few whistles and clicks, to which Gearshift responded with his own series of whistles and clicks. Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Glitch sank back down and set down on Mira's hat brim.

"As for the question at hand," Gearshift began as he shifted and sat back down, with Mira walking over to sit and lean against him. "I came to Ponyville about one and a half years ago. I honestly should have come here sooner, but I was busy traveling the world. But I finally ended up here, and met some ponies that have become good friends of mine. Hang around us a bit, and they are bound to show up, one way or another. I warn you in advance, beware anything out of the ordinary, or you will learn of the pony named Waxworks much earlier than expected. Between her, and Mira's illusion pranks, you can never quite be off your guard." Mira laughed in response and a few copies of her suddenly appeared around her, running off in different directions.

"Anyhow, when I decided to make a home here, I set up my shop, The Forge." Mira had to pipe in at this point. "To find it, just look for a giant sparking building."

"Up to that point, Mira lived in the student facilities in Canterlot for the Gifted Unicorn school."

"I would have much rather traveled with you, bro."

"Mira, you know that I went through way too many dangers for you to come along, you could have gotten hurt."

Turning back to Bubble, he tipped his head a bit to the side, his goggles whirring a bit as he did so, and asked something that was bothering him.

"Say Bubble, what kind of books do you write, I feel like the author name is a bit familiar."

[pfluff]

Bubble Pop
let's be real here
███ ⊱ Mood/Wanting a slice of cool ☁ Tagged/Mira-Gearshift ☁ Crush/Soda? ⊰ ███
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Okay. So maybe her actions had been a bit strange. Habits, like writing down anything and everything that appeared to be even the slightest bit entertaining, were not habits one could simply get rid of overnight. It was certainly not a habit that, as a writer, Bubble wanted to break. But... maybe if she had thought about things for just a moment longer she would have been able to come to the reasoning that writing about some pony in front of said pony could be considered incredibly rude. However, it was too much out of habit for her to catch herself.

Her train of thought quickly derailed once more though as a mechanical creature seemed to come to life. Her orange eyes were wide as she stared into the creature's jewels, watching it take off and... stare at her. A machine with enough thought to want to check out the new pony? That was... incredible. And when she heard that this little critter was a creation of Gearshift, she blinked. What an amazing pony to write. What was it like being him? So many questions! In a brief second, Bubble wished that she were a mad scientist so she could build awesome things. But then she realized that she was far too lazy to even consider learning how to build things, especially to Glitch's level. So yeah, that wish was done pretty quick. "Oh, he's so cool! Hello there Glitch! I'm Bubble!" She smiled, introducing herself to the magnificent machine. She watched as Gearshift and Glitch communicated through the whistles and clicks, completely amazed. Okay. So it really wasn't hard to amaze her. But whatever.

When Gear started to answer her question, she listened with undivided attention. Mostly. Okay, so she was listening to him speak, but also thinking about how a character like him would fit in a pirate setting. Would it fit? Could it fit? Whatever. She was the author and she had hours tonight to spend on it. She'd work something out. Oh, this pony was a world traveler like she? It was always fun to meet other travelers. Every pony had awesome, varying stories about their adventures. She'd love to talk to him about some of the places he'd been. But that was for another time.

Waxworks? Someone to be wary of? The way that sounded... oh dear. Mira's "pranks"- like what happened next with her creating copies of herself- were fine. Bubble could handle that. But anything scary? Nope. Nope. Nope. She couldn't handle anything scary. If things were going to be scary she'd have to finish up her work and leave as soon as possible. She didn't do "horror" or even things that were slightly shocking. Should she reveal her weakness in hopes of avoiding any trouble? Or should she keep it a secret out of fear of giving the young filly ideas? M-Maybe these ponies were nice ponies and if she revealed her honest problem they would be respectful? "Um... can we avoid any pranks that are... scary? I- I don't handle scary things well at all." 

Okay. There. She's protected herself. Focus back on the conversation. So his shop was a giant sparking building. Hopefully this wouldn't be one of those situations where she would ask "how hard can it be to find a place like that?" only for it to be revealed that there are more than one mad scientist ponies in Ponyville. And Mira went to the gifted unicorn school? Well, that was on Bubble's list of "things that weren't a surprise." Her mom had briefly looked into the school for Bubble, but let's get real. Bubble's magic? It was basic. And that was all she needed. Her ears perked up at the interaction between the two ponies. Aw. A caring older brother? Dangerous adventures? Such good writing material. She had to fight her urge to open her notebook again- but at this point, that would just be rude. So she made a mental note to write something about it all later.

Actually, she had been so absorbed watching and listening to them that it didn't really occur to her that they might be interested in her as well. She had such a boring life in comparison. But when they mentioned her writing she felt a little surge of pride in herself- something that occurred when her writing came up, "Oh, I just have a series for young ponies called The Chincoteaque Isle Pirates, which is an adventure, save-the-world sort of deal, and a few romance novels. For the Pirate's series, my pen name is Artpop and for the romance I just use B.P.." Maybe she should ask him now... "And you two are really cool. Would you mind if I maybe put characters like you into the next one? I have to finish it tonight and I've been having some trouble figuring out exactly how I want things to go down but I think I have an idea now." 

[darktobias13]

Glitch trilled at being called cool, and he flew rapid circles around the group and lit down on Bubble's notebook, before scuttling off and rolling down the hill.

Gearshift and Mira both gained fixed smiles when Bubble explained she didn't want to be scared, and exchanged looks.

"Give us a second, Bubble, we need to make sure of something."

Mira and Gearshift stood up, and stood facing opposite ways from each other as they focused and started to cast a spell in tandem. Both Mira's eyes and Gearshifts goggles flashed as they spun, seemingly scanning the area around them. They sank back down, with small smiles.

"Sorry about that, but you reminded us to scan for Waxy, since she likes to show up from time to time, although we aren't fully sure that our warding spell will pick her up in time if she is indeed around."

Gearshift and Mira both listened attentively as she described her books, and Mira felt a slight nagging sensation that she had read the younger book series, and decided to go back and check her bookshelf at a later time. At the fact that she wrote romance novels, she grew a wide grin, and wrote a mental note to introduce her to Rivet Stitch, but saved that thought for another time.

"I see pirates are a recurring theme with your books." Mira said, giggling. "I personally prefer ninjas, but pirates can be cool too." Mira spun and jumped into midair, a puff of black smoke obscuring her for a moment, as she landed in a full black suit, and a mask that only showed her eyes. She giggled and vanished again, reappearing in her normal attire.

Both of them grinned widely at the thought of being characters in a story. Gearshift started laughing out loud and Mira had to explain between her giggling fits.

"Gearshift completely called it a few years ago. He said that he was going to travel the world, and that if he did so in the right way, end up in an adventure novel."

"Go for it Bubble, we have no issue with this!" Both of them were laughing and smiling at the fact that they would be in a book.

"Although, we would like to know how we play a part in this. Just out of curiosity."

Mira started one of her bigger illusion spells as she waited to see if Bubble would describe the scene. She loved to do this, and it made many ponies happier than all get out.

[pfluff]

Bubble Pop
perfectionista
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A light laugh escaped her lips as she watched the little creature move around. It was just so... so cute! She watched as it landed on her notebook, quickly hoping that there was no way for it to scan the information. Okay, it's not like she had really anything personal in her notebook. It was mostly thoughts and story ideas. But still, there was a part of that which was still basically her mind. Her entire imagination was exposed in a small composition notebook. Her attention was pulled from the creature, however, as she noticed Gearshift and Mira taking her words about being scared into consideration. Well that was good. It seemed these ponies were going to respect her request to not be freaked out. That was really, really good. It made her feel that much more comfortable.  

So Waxy was someone who appeared and you had to keep an eye out for? That was good to know. The pony was sounding really fascinating. But she wasn't really sure her heart could take meeting such a frightening pony. Okay. So perhaps the pony wasn't a frightening pony in the sense that it would be a dangerous pony to meet. But if the pony liked pranks and was someone to look out for, Waxy was definitely going to be on her "Ponies to be aware of" list. The list so far consisted of two ponies. Waxy, and that one pony in town with the blue coat and bubble cutie mark. 

But the way these two ponies worked together was fascinating. Almost like one pony, very almost though. They were both so distinct, so unique. Yet they were clearly part of the same lane. As Gearshift's goggles spun, she tilted her head- fascinated with them. Did he wear the goggles all the time? Was it his "thing"? When they explained what they had done and how it might not quite work, she offered a shrug and a smile, "Thanks though." 

Bubble did enjoy talking about her books as most authors did, she imagined. When Mira noted that she preferred ninjas and transformed into one, another laugh escaped Bubble's lips. Secretly though, she was never a fan of ninjas. They were difficult for her to write, and she preferred the outlaw character with a big personality to a stoic character with a silent voice. But that was why she wrote pirates. She loved them and was fascinated by the lore behind them, "I guess I've always preferred the rugged type myself." There. She could do humor too!

This was a nice, light conversation. And it was something she enjoyed even though she was acutely aware she was running out of time. "Oh, you totally fit the bill for a fascinating character," she laughed again, "though I feel if you're written too close to the truth it would be an unbelievable character." Truth was stranger than fiction after all. 

When she was asked to describe the scene, given permission to use them as the characters she felt herself start to think. Oh dear. She didn't do well on the spot like this. She was starting to think about how to insert them in the final chapters of this novel. She saw the illusion spell start, was the scene going to play out? That would be so cool but now there was so much pressure to have the scene be perfect. She felt herself start to get a bit overwhelmed, a little freaked, "Ah! Sorry! I... I haven't given it much thought. I have to finish the manuscript tonight, so I'll know by tomorrow once I've sent it off. But I don't want to disappoint you with a lame rough draft."


((SO SORRY FOR THE TWO WEEK DELAY. Life. Just. Life.))

[darktobias13]

(No worries, and trust me, I know all about life happening)

Gearshift smiled and waved at the illusion as Mira gave a bit of a disappointed sigh that her spell wasn't going to be used, and she slashed at the spell, the threads that kept it together falling apart. She was a bit intrigued at the fact that Bubbles seemed to perceive the spell forming, since the illusion hadn't actually begun yet. She just shrugged it off, and decided that she would look into it at a later time. She smirked as she realized that Bubbles was staring intently at Gearshift's goggles and a thought popped to mind.

"Before you ask, yes, those goggles of his do move. They are the epitome of all of his inventing, and are full of power."

Gearshift blinked and blushed a bit.

"Yes, I guess they are. I honestly have worn them for so long that I don't feel their energy anymore."

"And Bubbles, if you think that he is an almost unbelievable pony to meet, ask to see his eyes."

"No, Mira, there is a reason I wear these. And you know well that its a good one." He became stern and gave Mira a look that told her to drop it, and she giggled.

"Oh come on Gear, you know she seems like a good pony, and there are no other ponies around here...and I know you need to clear your eyes from time to time..."

Gearshift sighed, and nodded, "Indeed true on all counts."

Gearshift reached up and took his goggles off, the light bouncing off of his eyes, which as both Mira and Bubbles looked on, changed from blue to green to yellow. Gearshift gave a crooked grin, and chuckled.

"So Bubbles, meet the impossible pony."