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Post by Fantasy Script on Aug 24, 2016 12:50:21 GMT -5
It was sad, Script mused, that now that he finally had arrived in Ponyville, the city was largely in ruins. It did give him the chance to help rebuilding. Something he took to with gusto. He wasn’t exactly a carpenter but he could certainly nail a board to a wall after a short bit of instruction.
Repeat that often enough and a wall, roof, other wooden structure that required planks, was fixed. Mostly. It would do for now. He was fascinated by the ponies of Ponyville, who were surprisingly speedy in rebuilding. They seemed to have a lot of practice.
Maybe he was just imagining it; he had never been part of a rebuild and didn’t quite know how quick that was supposed to go. Helping and working gave him time to think about his own future. He wanted to continue as a soldier… kind of. He liked being a soldier. He liked the structure and the fact that he could actually help people.
And he liked the sense of adventure. The danger even… now that the war was over that would likely diminish. He wondered how he was supposed to feel about that. Even Albion had looked at him strangely as he explained himself. The little fox seemed somewhat confused by his inner turmoil. Script was happy the war was over; he didn’t want more people to suffer or to die, certainly not. He would however miss the missions, deadly and terrifying as they were. It was fun… in retrospect at least.
On the other hand, he was an enchanter. He loved enchanting; it was what he did best and liked doing the most. As such he was contemplating setting up a small shop in Ponyville. He wasn’t good enough to do well in Canterlot. As the capital, even if mostly destroyed, it was still a center of magic and research. While educational, it wouldn’t allow him to survive by himself.
Ponyville on the other hand could probably do with an enchanter, there was a lot of stuff the townspeople would likely need after the recent disaster. Hopefully demand for skill wasn’t too high either to make it possible for Script to get by. But that was wishful thinking for now. First he would have to see whether he actually could set up shop.
For that very reason a bag with notes was floating beside him. Today he would check and see whether the mayor had time for him to at least make some inquiries. He would need to know about costs, loans, space, and bunch of other things if he even wanted to start. Knowing how bureaucracy worked he’d likely be waiting for quite some time; it would at least give him the opportunity to look over his notes again. It was worth a shot.
Almost cheerful, Script made his way to the Townhall.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Aug 30, 2016 15:19:56 GMT -5
Fantasy found the townsquare, adjacent to the Townhall, a flurry of activity. Teams, divided between earth, pegasi, and unicorns with a mingling of other races interspaced. Team leaders, including a donkey in a terrible toupee, a minty colored unicorn mare, and a wall-eyed grey pegasus mare, all being coordinated by a pink unicorn with a lavender mane who issued out work orders to distribute amongst their teams. Meanwhile, the mayor had a line to her podium with citizens expressing their grievances about this or that concerning the state of the town, homes, shops, and other problems that abounds a town recently liberated from a marauding horde.
The team leader meeting broke and the ponies split to meet with their teams, the grey pegasus, in a blind dart towards her team accidentally knocked into Fantasy and his bag. "Sorry mister! Here, let me grab that." She said as she scrambled back to her hooves, grabbing with her mouth for Fantasy's bag. "Pher yho-"The bag slipped from her mouth and hit the ground once more, "Oh, my bad, uh, sorry I gotta get to my team, bye!" She squealed out as she darted towards the group of pegasi.
By the line of ponies waiting to speak with the mayor was the mayors assistant, waiting with a clipboard, taking down some basic information. "Name, address, reason for meeting with the mayor?" She rattled off her rehearsed line, as she had done a hundred times before, never once looking up from her clipboard, as Fantasy approached.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Sept 29, 2016 8:42:14 GMT -5
Taking the time to take in the crowd might have been a mistake, Script mused. The crash with the mare hadn’t bothered him that much to be honest, he was build from solid stuff, a little accident like that was no problem. He did however not appreciate her dropping his bag again after picking it up. Being polite is one thing, but that just… bugged him.
She probably just was a bit ditzy. No problem. No reason to be in a bad mood. He watched the gray Pegasus a moment longer, before giving the square another look about to make sure he didn’t crash into anyone else.
The long line towards the mayor was plenty of reason to be annoyed, though. His ever present frown creased his face in an almost pleasant way. Frowning was almost natural to him at this point. The mayor’s assistant seemed to be as thrilled about her assignment as most people were about waiting and standing in line. Script could relate, in a way, doing one thing and only one thing for hours on end did a number on anyone’s mood..
With his usual gruff Script gave her his name and his current address, ending with his reason for coming:
“I’m here to ask about opening an enchanter’s shop.” He lifted his bag of papers meaningfully, now mottled with dust and a smidgen of mud. Script expected that to suffice and refrained from elaborating further. The yellow unicorn would be glad if he only had to rattle off his spiel once. He wasn’t much of a salesman exactly and was nervous enough about his proposal. There was a lot that could go wrong, and judging by the crowd of people coming and going he didn’t figure his chances to be heard properly to be high.
He should have figured that at this point in time the mayor would be hopelessly swamped with people. Alas, there was nothing to it. He was here now, prepared as could be and he would make his case.
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