Post by joxis on May 15, 2016 18:51:21 GMT
'That sounds illegal, what's your name anyway ?' Was the perfect phrasing. Acknowledging how much of an offence everyday ponies and extras would consider Baldoire's clearly rational and composedly thought-out plans and ideas before moving on to an apparently trivial but secretly vital question was exactly what he wanted to hear. "I'm beginning to like you, Purples. My name is Baldoire Pertuisane, you've probably heard of me through the odes and ballads composed in honour of my accomplishments. Or ... So, I was promised for substantial sums of money which I paid without a second thought. To you would I return the question, but I have a hunch that I shouldn't until we've entered this inn I was pointing at a mere three minutes ago."
And so he did. The inn was called "At the Fringante Pony's", which didn't mean much to the everymane, as it was a literal - read 'clumsy' - translation of its original title in a region of Equestria so stuck-up that nopony up there spoke anything but 'fancy talk', as was known to the lowly Laymane. On the outside, the building looked rustic and sober, its every wall made of plain stone and its roof made of both tiles and stubble somehow. But as Baldoire promptly opened the door and equally as promptly closed it behind him, the bowels of the seemingly average inn revealed itself for a second or two : High-quality silk rugs and millenial coats of arms covering every wall, gold and alabaster all over the place and a stunning 50 legendary exiled dukes and duchesses all packed up at the ground floor. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of good stature. I am come back from my duty and wish to declare my high deeds. They are as follows : As by your most benevolent order, I have successfully carried out the task of seeking every mean-born place of entertainment this kingdom bears. Soon, as by your most righteous schemes, all will learn to speak French, play Go and Backgammon, and return the living space that was stolen from your glorious empire ! Furthermore, I have kept the subject Eternity safe from the grasp of capitalism thus far, and cannot wait to carry this mysterious ticking package you instructed me to bring to the middle of the hoofball field disguised as a hoofball player as to not be stopped, for the greater good. On a last note, as per your orders, I have not questioned any of your orders nor what your true intentions are." Spoke Baldoire in an overbooming voice that would've been heard miles around hadn't it been for the inn's insulating paint that didn't let any sound escape its walls.
One of the nobles considered him for a moment, the eternal question of why himself and his comrades hired this guy passing by through his eyes in a blink, before turning to Performance Major. His gaze was grave as he asked Baldoire in fancy talk as to not be understood by the interested party "Comrade Baldoire. It is our hope that you realise this Unicorn's presence is not part of our contract. State his name, profession, and whether he has any relatives that would notice his untimely disappearance."
"Aye ! On this matter," Chuckled Baldoire in fancy talk, "I know not !" He turned to Performance Major and spoke distinctly and in a most plebeian tongue to the majority of the assembly "Now's the time, I just know it ! What's your name, Purples ?"
And so he did. The inn was called "At the Fringante Pony's", which didn't mean much to the everymane, as it was a literal - read 'clumsy' - translation of its original title in a region of Equestria so stuck-up that nopony up there spoke anything but 'fancy talk', as was known to the lowly Laymane. On the outside, the building looked rustic and sober, its every wall made of plain stone and its roof made of both tiles and stubble somehow. But as Baldoire promptly opened the door and equally as promptly closed it behind him, the bowels of the seemingly average inn revealed itself for a second or two : High-quality silk rugs and millenial coats of arms covering every wall, gold and alabaster all over the place and a stunning 50 legendary exiled dukes and duchesses all packed up at the ground floor. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of good stature. I am come back from my duty and wish to declare my high deeds. They are as follows : As by your most benevolent order, I have successfully carried out the task of seeking every mean-born place of entertainment this kingdom bears. Soon, as by your most righteous schemes, all will learn to speak French, play Go and Backgammon, and return the living space that was stolen from your glorious empire ! Furthermore, I have kept the subject Eternity safe from the grasp of capitalism thus far, and cannot wait to carry this mysterious ticking package you instructed me to bring to the middle of the hoofball field disguised as a hoofball player as to not be stopped, for the greater good. On a last note, as per your orders, I have not questioned any of your orders nor what your true intentions are." Spoke Baldoire in an overbooming voice that would've been heard miles around hadn't it been for the inn's insulating paint that didn't let any sound escape its walls.
One of the nobles considered him for a moment, the eternal question of why himself and his comrades hired this guy passing by through his eyes in a blink, before turning to Performance Major. His gaze was grave as he asked Baldoire in fancy talk as to not be understood by the interested party "Comrade Baldoire. It is our hope that you realise this Unicorn's presence is not part of our contract. State his name, profession, and whether he has any relatives that would notice his untimely disappearance."
"Aye ! On this matter," Chuckled Baldoire in fancy talk, "I know not !" He turned to Performance Major and spoke distinctly and in a most plebeian tongue to the majority of the assembly "Now's the time, I just know it ! What's your name, Purples ?"