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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 3, 2011 19:44:09 GMT -5
”Oh finches! Delightful creatures.” Retort commented with a delighted smile as he watched the birds assault Gear’s face, pecking and chirping in a crazed, frantic panic. He watched as they fluttered away, ”Bye birds!” He then glanced to the box, ”Well, open it. The anticipation is absolutely killing me.”
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Post by sonofifrit on Dec 3, 2011 20:27:46 GMT -5
"Thanks for the help." he said with a sarcastic tone. He looked at the box, it was a brown wooden box it looked well crafted and well built as it felt like newly polished wood. On top of the lid was a carving of two small clouds and a gold clasp keeping it shut. "well here we go." he let the clasp off and opened the box. All that was in there was a picture of Gear as a child and Cirrus. The picture showed them standing on a mountain near Canterlot with Gears hair messy and him having the biggest grin at the camera while Cirrus looked down at him smiling. "Oh celestia. My first time flying. Grandpa told me that he thought he thought he was gonna go deaf with all my screaming and shouting."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 4, 2011 0:26:11 GMT -5
Retort was sorely disappointed it had not been something more interesting than an old family photograph. Certainly didn’t seem, least at first glance, anything worth hiding away in a hole in a tree in Hoofington. He sat down on his haunches, adjusting his fez with a hoof when it started to slide off his head.
”A photo? How is that your dream? Oh wait, I get it, this one of those metaphorical things. You want to fly like the pegasi, don’t you? You know, I think I have a potion for that – highly toxic and it may give out at any moment so I’d recommend staying really close to the ground, but in theory, it could make you fly.” He frowned, ”Not what you had in mind, I’m guessing. So is that all? Just a photograph.”
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Post by sonofifrit on Dec 4, 2011 1:02:46 GMT -5
He laughed at Mortars comment. "Yes I want to fly. I was raised by a pegasus family and I wanted to take to the skies with them. But I think it's more to remember than anything else." He looked inside the box and found something inside, a small green button. "hmm?" being curious he pressed the button and a compartment opened up showing a letter. He brought it out and looked it over. "If you got this far then you certainly are dedicated. From the tree look to the left their you will find something. Go towards it....interesting." he looked to the left and all he could see was a large two story building. The building was white with a brown roof. "I'm assuming that's where I need to go." he began walking towards it.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 4, 2011 1:24:27 GMT -5
Retort scrambled to his hooves and trotted after Gear, trying to catch up with the pony before he lost himself inside the building. His fez flew off his head, but it was quickly enveloped by Retorts telekinesis magic and planted it squarely over his horn. It wasn’t going to go anywhere now. ”Wait up!” He called as he trotted up from behind.
” We’re not going to just trot on in there, are we?” He gave a shifty glance left and right, checking for any spying ponies nearby. Coast appeared clear. ”Good thing no pony locks their doors around here, let’s check it out. By the way, if we get caught, you’re holding my family hostage.” He trotted quickly past Gear to the closest door, checked it, then pushed it open with one hoof. ”You first.”
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Post by sonofifrit on Dec 4, 2011 1:57:25 GMT -5
Of course when Mortar tried to open the door it wouldn't budge an inch. Gear thought for a moment and pulled out a set of keys. "Maybe these will work?" berried the first one and it wouldn't fit, he tried the second one and it also wouldn't fit, finally he tried the third and final key on the ring and it was able to unlock the door. "Good, looks like they work for the house." he pushed the door to see a fully furnished place. However it looked more like a shop on the first floor. It had a brown counter, a variety of big and small shelves, a brown interior, two tables each with a lamp on it, and various rug pieces. On the counter was another note he picked it up and looked it over. "To Gear Grinder, if you are reading this then I am no longer of this world, I try not to show favorites but you were the grandson that I always wanted. When others thought you wouldn't get anywhere in life you kept following your dream. But anyway, you probably didn't come all this way to hear the ramblings of an old man I have something to give you, this house. My father offered it to me to keep his business going. I never got around to handling the business and sadly it closed down. So as of now I offer the place to you. The area you're in right now is the main shop area, the back is the storage, while the second floor is the home area. I gave you this place to help you with your dream. Don't believe me? Then look at your backyard, theirs enough space for your plans. Now enough about this letter. Go forth and show Equestria what you're truely capable of. With love, Grandpa Cirrus." he placed the letter back at where it as a tear fell from his left eye. He smiled as he wiped it and other tears away. "Thank you."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 4, 2011 2:27:20 GMT -5
Retort struggled with the door, pushing harder and harder against the wood surface but to no avail. Strained and strained, grunting curses at the locked portal till Gear took it upon himself to unlock it with the key provided by his grandfather. ”Ah, brilliant!” He casually commented as he followed Gear inside of the dusty old shop and workshop. He gave a gander, looking around and checking the coat of dust on the shelves with his hoof. It was dark, terribly too dark even for Mortar. He turned then to one of the lanterns and with a spark from his horn lit it, its light washing over the two as Gear read the letter left for him.
”Reminds me a little of my shop. Albeit far more dusty, empty and hasn’t been blown up a few times – but aside from that a lot like it.” He commented, looking around. ”With some curtains, maybe a few throw pillows, this place could be pretty nice. I know a great decorator in Canter-“ He turned around towards Gear when he happened upon him welling with a few tears. ”lot… you alright Gear? Didn’t get a mote of rust in your eye did you?”
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Post by sonofifrit on Dec 4, 2011 21:49:51 GMT -5
"no." he said as he wiped away the rest of the tears. "just happy is all." he looked back down at the letter and their was more on the letter. "P.S. The deed to the house is upstairs in a small safe. I hope you enjoy the place." he smiled again as he looked over the area. Seeing the potential in the place thoughts filled with a new look for it. Walls filled with drawings, shelves stacked with various devices, as well as various furniture pieces. "Hey Mortar. What do you think I should name the place? I was thinking Skyward Repair shop. What do you think?"
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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 6, 2011 21:47:07 GMT -5
"Crying yet happy, what a strange pony..." Retort muttered to himself as he pulled away to look around the empty shop a little more, stepping into the back for a moment. He blew dust from shelves and tables, kicked up even more under his hooves as he trotted across the few dingy carpets, till he was surrounded in a torrent of the tiny motes. He let out a cracking sneeze, fez spinning around his horn.
"Ack, excuse me." He peaked back in to where Gear was, "Name could be a little snazzier, no? Maybe Bolts and Biscuits Emporium or, oh, Ratchet's Wrecking Warehouse - but who is Ratchet? Nah, ok got it, Cirrus's. Just Cirrus's. Simple, fun to say, and it was your grand pappy's originally wasn't it?" He glanced back into the room he was standing, then back to Gear, "Pair of nasty looking switches over here, and I ain't going to be the first." Referring to something in the storage room.
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Post by sonofifrit on Dec 10, 2011 0:31:58 GMT -5
"Nasty looking switches?" Gear went to the back room and looked around. It looked like some sort of workshop. It was just as dusty as everywhere else, it had several Shelves and large containers. The room was about the size of a garage. It looked large enough to hold a large carriage. Impressed with the area he walked over to the switches and saw a red one and a blue one. " "Well might as well see what they do." Curiosity getting the best of him he tried flipping the blue switch. It activated a couple of lights in the area. "Well....of course." he then flipped the red switch, he heard a strange sound coming from the right wall. A large section of it was rising up revealing a large acre of land. His jaw dropped at the sight. He finally had the room to try and make a proper airship. He soon started having a large grin on his face just trying to hold in the joy he had. "AWESOME!"
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Post by Mortar Retort on Dec 12, 2011 1:27:39 GMT -5
Retort watched as Gear threw the first switch, he flinched expecting it to spark and perhaps even explode, engulfing the young stallion in an ever consuming flame. When it didn’t happen, he breathed a quick sigh of relief – mostly, it would of given him a chance to test a new burn potion. Then the next switch, another wincing cringe followed by an exhale of utter amazement as the old airship raised from the floor. How it was hidden down there is beyond him, perhaps some sort of strange zebra witchcraft Retort concluded. They were so delightfully quaint.
”Oh how delightful! An air whale; you know I had one for a time. Sadly it caught fire and then exploded. I wouldn’t recommend filling them with hydrogen and open flames – horrible idea. Dunno why you would ever consider that, entirely foalish.” Retort stated before turning to look to Gear with inquisitive eyes. ”What do you plan to do now?
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