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Re: A Step Outside
By: Patches Date: January 15, 2014, 1:12 am
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Patches smiled warmly from under her shader as the Noctral
introduced herself as proudly as any other pegasus could.
Despite the discrimination that she no doubt faced on a daily
basis, she was able to keep herself afloat on her sheer
confidence and her ability to be just as strong as the other
pegasi. That alone was respectable in Patches' eyes, but it also
brought up another question; just how long has she been living
in Ponyville? Surely Patches would have noticed one just as
isolated by the general populace as she herself was many years
ago. One such as herself would have easily been able to relate,
and could have easily become good friends with her, despite the
likely age differences. Oh well, age doesn't matter if one still
considers themselves young, right? Patches was still very spry
and barely slowed down yet.
On the question of the katanas and why the grey unicorn was
armed, Patches looked back at her weapons, both the katanas and
kamas. This wasn't something she told other ponies often, but
she would never attempt to hide or conceal the truth should one
seek it. Walking a little closer to Ivory, she said, "Well you
see, I -need- to walk around armed, miss Ivory Star, otherwise I
would be neglecting my duty, and breaking the oath that I have
taken over twenty years ago on the life of my master." Letting
that sink in for a moment, Patches lowered her head so that her
eyes were once more obscured by her shader, giving her a more
mysterious appearance, "I am what is called a Samareai. I am the
blade that keeps others sheathed. We raise our weapons to stop
those that would harm the defenceless."
With a sly smirk, she added a twist to her revelation, a
cheekily borrowed from Ivory's own greeting, "One hundred
percent unicorn, and ready to serve and protect those in need...
like Schwambart here." Quickly turning her head to look at the
two stallions converse with each other about their occupations,
she looked back at Ivory, "As for how long I have lived here
with my husband, well, for the past twenty years now, we have
both owned the tailoring and blacksmithing shop just back down
the road beyond the hill. Being a Master Samareai doesn't put
food on one's table after all. Nevertheless, ever since I met my
Slashy, it has been the happiest twenty years of my life..."
trailing off once more, her expression softened as only a
mother's would, "... twenty years, our very own family, two
beautiful fillies all grown up now..." she looked back over to
Slash, who had taken the time to look back at her and smile.
"Anyway," she continued, keeping down the winding road towards
Levity, no longer focusing so much on the strange looks that she
they were getting from the passersby, "Before I came here, I
lived with my old Master within the Everfree, and that is as far
as I wish to recall for now, not without the taste of sake that
is. Slash was a sell-sword before here as well, and our first
meeting--oh I will never forget this as long as I live-- we
literally ran into each other in the market, he helped me home,
and things just took off from there." Patches continued to lead
the way as she spoke, not once hesitating in her recollection of
one of her favourite memories in her life, turning down the
entrance to Levity with the wagon and the rest of the ponies in
tow, listening to Schwambart count down the houses until they
had reached the correct one.
As soon as Patches laid eyes upon it, she saw the note on the
door. If there was something that she did not expect to see, it
was that, and the worst part of it was that it looked as though
it was issued by something rather official rather than a silly
note left by some pranksters. She mentally held her breath as
she helped Slash out of his harness, pressing herself up next to
him as he most likely did the same thing. For a long time,
Schwambart looked at that piece of paper, and then... dropped
his house key. Something was very wrong, and it was only
confirmed by the defeated look upon his face. Just telling from
his body language, he looked as though he wanted to give up,
what with having to put up with being exhausted, and now this?
What could this have been?
"Schwambart... is everything alright?" she asked as he walked
by, getting no answer other than his thank you and an indication
that he was going back to sleep. As Patches watched the stallion
with a confused expression, Slash walked over to the front door,
bending down to pick up the note that was left on the door
before furrowing his brow. He walked over to both Ivory and
Patches, showing them both the note as he said, "Look at this,
Peaches... condemned." Patches' eyes widened as she took the
note in her magical grasp, eyes scanning over the damning fine
print and the seal of the Committee of Health and Safety in
Ponyville. "Oh no..." muttered the unicorn under her breath,
glancing up to Schwambart as he made himself ready to sleep,
"you don't think... he's been scammed?" Slash only nodded
quietly in response, perhaps not wanting to upset the green
stallion by saying anything louder than a whisper.
Patches sighed and let the note fall from her magical grasp,
walking up beside the wagon as she looked up at Schwambart. In
her most sympathetic voice, she called out, "Schwambart? Are
you... going to come down from there?" What kind of question was
that? This pony just had his hopes and dreams of a new home in
Ponyville shattered by some dirtbag pony who scammed him into
buying a health hazard of a house. If this was a house one of
her little fillies bought, Patches knew that there would be no
end to her wrath or fury if she had found this sad excuse for an
individual, especially one who would hurt another in this kind
of way. Unfortunately though, there was nothing that Patches
could do. Her weapons were useless to defend against wounds such
as these, and there was nothing more that she could provide, and
her home had no spare rooms for him either. Saddened expression
on her face, she turned to Ivory and asked, "I don't suppose you
have any ideas to help our... umm... homeless friend, would you?
We'll help as much as we can in any way we can."
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