At this Pinkie bent backwards over the counter to reach underneath, nearly falling off in the process. She grabbed the simple map of the town from underneath. “This map should help. It’s got symbols for everything in town, hotels, restaurants, the whole shebang. It helped me out a lot when I was new around here.” She held it out expectantly for him.
You step forward and accept the map, unfolding it to take a quick look. This would definitely be helpful, considering you’ll never find your way around otherwise. “Huh. This is useful. Thanks.”
NAH. IT WOuLDN’T ENCOuRAGE ME TO DO IT MORE OFTEN. I’D JuST HAVE TO PuT LESS PLANNING INTO IT. THERE’S STILL THE ISSuE OF FINDING A GOOD VICTIM AND ENSNARING THEM.
FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I THINK PRACTICE SOuNDS WORTH IT.
WITH THE ABILITY TO CONTROL THE TEMPERATuRE THE BRASS BuLL COuLD BE HEATED HOT ENOuGH SO DEATH IS MuCH. MuCH. QuICKER.
I guess you have a point there.
I figured that wouldn’t be something you’d want. A quick death, I mean. I’m a little surprised.
I THINK YOu’RE JuST LOOKING AT THIS THE WRONG WAY. WHY WOuLD IT BE SO BAD IF IT WERE EASIER. IT WOuLDN’T BE. AND IT WOuLD HELP ME MuCH MORE.
CAN YOu CONTROL THE TEMPERATuRE OF THE FIRE BECAuSE THAT WOuLD LEAD ME INTO MY NEXT POINT OF WHY IT WOuLD BE GREAT.
Because making something like that easier for you would probably just encourage you to do it more often.
It depends on how much control you have, and that much control takes a lot of practice.
“No, I guess there isn’t. I provide most of the excitement anyway,” she giggled. It was true. Every party in town was a Pinkie Pie party. The word around town was that there ain’t no party like a Pinkie Pie party! “Anyway, it’s getting dark soon. You trying to find a place to stay maybe?”
You give a “ha” that comes out as more of a breath than a real laugh. When she says this, it occurs to you that she’s exactly right. You can tell by looking out the window that there won’t be a lot of time for walking around anymore. So much for finding your way to somewhere familiar before it gets dark. “Yeah, that would probably be a good idea.”
Pinkie tapped her chin with the pen in thought. “Well, there’s the Catskills mountains. I’m not sure if you’re allowed to hike there since I’ve never been myself. There are probably some places marked for that reason. There’s also fishing and hunting and stuff like that.” She was counting things off her fingers now, though when given some thought it didn’t seem like it might interest him. “My friend Jackie knows more about the outdoor stuff around here though. It’s a quiet county, not much to do, ya know?”
“Nothing wrong with that. Quiet countries are nice in their own way.” You give a slight shrug of your shoulders. You probably won’t stick around here too long, but it’s not like you were going to even if there were a lot of things to do. Visiting new places is usually nice, but you do need to be able to find a way to somewhere familiar before it gets too dark.
OH. OF COuRSE.
I COuLD uSE IT TO TEST OuT MY OWN VERSION OF AN INTERESTING HuMAN TORTuRE DEVICE I WAS FORCED TO LEARN ABOuT. THE BRASS BuLL. EVER HEARD OF IT? YOu STICK SOMEONE IN IT. SET A FIRE uNDERNEATH THE BuLL’S BELLY. AND LISTEN AS THEY BuRN TO DEATH BECAuSE OF THE METAL. THEIR SCREAMS ARE TuRNED INTO THE NOISE A HOOFBEAST MAKES. OR BuLL. WHATEVER.
IT’S A CHORE TO SET THE FIRE uNDER IT. I BET IT WOuLD BE A LOT EASIER WITH THE SHIT YOu CAN DO HAHA.
Then it’s a good thing you’re not a firebender. The last thing anyone needs is for something like that to be easier.
==> You just barely recognize the voice. You’ve only heard it a few times, though you can’t quite remember whose it is. Strider’s “Bro,” but a younger version or something like that, you think? You run your tongue over your teeth thoughtfully for a moment before your grin widens a bit.
NoThInG mUcH, sTrIdEr BrO, nOtHiNg ToO mUcH aT aLl. It’S pReTtY mOtHeRfUcKiN sTrAnGe, I’m UsUaLlY mAtChIn ThAt VoIcE wItH sEa SmElL, bUt YoU dOn’T hAvE tHaT. gUeSs YoU’rE oNe Of ThEm …DiFfErEnT mOtHeRfUcKeRs ThEn.
[You wonder for a moment if a strong sense of smell like that is normal trolls, and commenting on scents too. You’ve spoken to a few trolls who apparently could smell really well, but others never mentioned it. You’re pretty sure you’ve met a few humans recently who could smell like that too, which strikes you as odd. Either way, you shrug, keeping your nonchalant disposition.]
So I’ve heard. About the different part, at least. You’re more likely to smell smoke or metal on me than the scent of the sea.
He chuckled, a dark look on his face. “I can assure you, he will be taught a lesson he will not forget.”
“Yeah, okay, don’t be too rough on him though. He’s got one hell of an important job that my whole world is relying on him doing properly, and he can’t do that if he breaks an arm or something.” Also, you’d be pretty upset if he hurt him too much. But you don’t say that part.
I’D STILL uSE IT TO CAuSE PAIN.
TELL ME. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO BuRN TO DEATH?
IF YOu DOuBT ME ABOuT IT. THEN IT JuST SHOWS THAT YOu’RE STuPID.
It would depend on the situation, and what actually causes the death. You have to take into consideration how the flame would cause a lack of oxygen, and sometimes a lot of smoke.
I’m sure you’d know, if you ever tried different and creative ways to “bring death”.
If I doubt you about it, that means I don’t believe everything I hear without a good reason to. If you ask me, that’s a lot different than being stupid.