Willow's Research
15th Obsidian
Another day, another dead end. Every time I try to slip my brother's name into a conversation, the ponies here either tell me they don't know anything, or look at my badge nervously and get defensive. One pony even had the gall to tell me 'Maybe he just moved to another fort?' This was his last stop. I know it was. Came straight from the Diomidian's mouth, they sent him in here and he never came out. I had hoped he was being held prisoner, But I checked every dungeon, every cell, every crevice of this place. This is starting to look grim ... Starting to think I am going to find nothing but A body in the end ... which -Complicates- things, since I feel like I'm really starting to fit in here. This has been nice, it really has, these ponies actually treat me like an equal, something that was an unthinkable rarity in Talintranced. what if I keep snooping, I find out what really happened, find the murderer and I might have to kill someone I like? Maybe I should just let it go. Do my job. Be the best I can be, Die a hero like Falcata. Be somepony. Could I let it go? No, No I couldn't. I Can't. Like a sore on the top of my mouth, It'll just keep bothering me. I know the drill, Collect the information, Investigate the clues, List the suspects, pray for the poor soul who'll be on the end of my bolt.
> Side note; Hiero likes Fish Fillets, tomato sauce, and red wine. Make that for him sometime.
1st Granite
I filled in for Traphe, who was sick today. I should know, I poisoned her. A terrible thing to do? yes. Necessary? Also yes. I need to get my hooves on Couth's Dossier, which is located in charity's office. Almost had it, but then Jaxler barged in and introduced himself. Almost had it. Couldn't look inconspicuous and steal at the same time.
3rd Granite
Hiero, just, ugh, Hiero. can he ever relax? on and on about how even though he has feelings for me, he was still recovering from his stint with Falcata, conflicted about dating someone in combat duty again, asked if our relationship was going too fast, yada, yada, yada, whatever. had a mini-episode right in the middle of the dining hall. It was sweet, really, it was, but I was trying to grill Tom for information. I put my tongue to his tonsils to shut him up, and felt ... fangs. That's ... that's going to need some getting used to.
10th Granite
Have Couth's Dossier, not going write down how for fear of incriminating myself. Nothing's in here. just when he arrived here, that he worked at the Bar for sometime, his time of death (Death Confirmed) and the rest is lined out with black ink. A name. A 'Commissar Abel' took a copy of the files, Unaltered. First suspect down. Should take a trip to bar one of there days.
27th Granite
Hugwax is here. Everypony stood in awe of her presence, their eternal burning question "What does a princess look like?" finally answered. Let me answer that; SHORT. Somehow, since the last time I saw her the princess has gotten shorter. That was when? six - seven years ago? Her and Mr. Startame? had something going on. Always on the guest list whenever Mr. Startame threw his lavish parties. Well, I guess with her status she's invited to whatever she damn well pleases. Difference is, she actually came. Secret love that could never be? Strictly buisnuss? All I know is she and her plus ninety we're always a pain to schedule in. my personal theory? Startame's constant street wars keep Hugwax's rat population down, so she not only turns a blind eye, she backs him!
I looked good out there today! Standing shoulder to shoulder with my unit, wearing fancy ceremonial armor, who would ever guess this lowly mud-pony peasant would ever be underneath it? I-
"Uh, Willow?"
You know, actually feel proud In what I do for once.
"Willow?" Hiero softly asked from Willow's bed
Willow slammed her Diary shut "What?"
"Could you get me A drink?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
"A Rum on the Ice?"
"Sure," she smiled, then pointed at the kitchen.
"There's tha' Rum, an' there's the Ice. Wha' do ya think we are? Hitched? get yer' own drink!"
Hiero playfully made an effort against the Willows handcuffs which tied him to the bed-frame
"Key?"
"Ah, ya mean this?" she dangles the key in front of him, and drops it down her corset and lunges at the colt
"Come an' get it!"
((for those wondering, It takes exactly 3 beers to write a romance plot between MLP characters. It's just enough to bury the shame.))
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