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       Initiation
       By: Samiel Sirocco Date: April 4, 2014, 6:15 pm
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       As the morning train to Canterlot steams towards its
       destination, one of its inhabitants taps his pen ever so lightly
       on a sheet of paper filled with numbers and prices. 'Let's see,
       crafting is the biggest unknown variable. Duplication and
       shipping will consist of most of the budget. Wait, do I have to
       acquire a license?' The pegasus shifts his position in his
       cushioned seat, picking up a book and skimming through its
       pages. He stops when he finds the city's legal information, a
       frown appearing on his face when he gets an answer, 'Yes, and
       there's a fee as well. So I have to add that to the plan as
       well.' Placing the book back down beside him, Samiel looks out
       the window, seeing parts of Canterlot up ahead. He picks up his
       pen again, scribbling more numbers into his notes before
       flipping the page to a blueprint, the center of his work,
       measured out and scaled. Its materials haven't been decided yet,
       but for now the stallion simply closes his books and stores away
       his writing materials. The whole project so far has been
       progressing well; funding thankfully wont be an issue, nor time.
       Time, that was the one thing Samiel always has, and he plans on
       using it wisely. Glancing back out the window, he reaches into
       his satchel and pulls out a juice box, the lettering on it
       written out in Saddle Arabian. Taking a few sips the pony lies
       back and closes his eyes, remembering what all of this was for,
       whom it was for, and how much things have progressed. 'Soon
       it'll all come together. Then e-' Samiel's train of thought is
       interrupted as the juice box finally empties, 'Jeez, I have to
       slow down on my beverage enjoyment.'
       After a few hours have passed Samiel finds himself in his rented
       out suite featuring quite a view of the city. Samiel stretches
       out his wings as he let's out a yawn. Walking to the window, he
       sees a good portion of the southern markets, especially a large
       open plaza; a grin trickles up his face as he solves one of his
       project's objectives. He doesn't stay there long though, only to
       unpack and map out points of interest relevant to the pegasus.
       Briskly trotting down the pavement, Samiel's eyes begin to
       wander as he thinks of what to do next. 'So an enchanter,
       blacksmith, sculptor, and whoever takes care of the paperwork.'
       His hoof reaches for his bag, securing a pocket with its button.
       'Plans are set. It's almost finished.'
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