Post by Cyrus on Jan 9, 2012 4:11:28 GMT -5
The last two contracts had concerned Cyrus; the first was an easy delivering of a message between a noble in Canterlot to her chosen recipient in Trottingham only the Mare who he delivered the message to was just... Furious beyond any coherent logic attempting to attack Cyrus even though he was quite heavily armed proving it was just blind fury. Though surprised, he had fobbed it off as a one-off case.
The latest contract had surprised him more, on a trip to Manehatton was a Pony shouting incoherently and stumbling down the path Cyrus was walking, stopping and asking the pony if he needed help, the Pony had a similar rage fit to the Mare before. This was too similar to the Mare before to just be coincidence of two very angry Ponies.
After that event Cyrus knew something was wrong but was more concerned with the distance between the two cases if it was a parasite or plague it could engulf Equestria easily, only thing he drew a blank on was time, best he could come up with was that no other pony had shown the same symptoms, meaning the infection could be slow...
A loud thud broke Cyrus out of his long winded train of thought, shaking his head to come back into reality, specifically the Doughnut Diner. The Doughnut Clerk Pony had slammed the sprinkle dispenser followed by an indifferent glance at Cyrus. Cyrus reached into his backpack and pulled out 3 Bits, hoofing them to the Diner Clerk. The Clerk and Cyrus never really got on, but weren't enemies neither, Cyrus wasn't even sure what he had done wrong, perhaps it was that he always carried his weapons around with him. Dropping the subject he fell half back into his thinking. Cyrus picked up the dispenser and sprinkled its contents onto his chocolate topped, ginger doughnut.
Taking a bite he began to wonder who would know what this phenomenon was or what it was caused by... Or that it even existed and wasn't just two Ponies who had spent all of 10 minutes with Prince Blueblood. Silently chuckling to himself at the idea. Getting back on topic Cyrus could think of just a hoof full of ponies and one who wasn't that even potentially might have a clue or answer. Drawing up a mental list of the names he took another bite of his doughnut, silently gazing into space.
The latest contract had surprised him more, on a trip to Manehatton was a Pony shouting incoherently and stumbling down the path Cyrus was walking, stopping and asking the pony if he needed help, the Pony had a similar rage fit to the Mare before. This was too similar to the Mare before to just be coincidence of two very angry Ponies.
After that event Cyrus knew something was wrong but was more concerned with the distance between the two cases if it was a parasite or plague it could engulf Equestria easily, only thing he drew a blank on was time, best he could come up with was that no other pony had shown the same symptoms, meaning the infection could be slow...
A loud thud broke Cyrus out of his long winded train of thought, shaking his head to come back into reality, specifically the Doughnut Diner. The Doughnut Clerk Pony had slammed the sprinkle dispenser followed by an indifferent glance at Cyrus. Cyrus reached into his backpack and pulled out 3 Bits, hoofing them to the Diner Clerk. The Clerk and Cyrus never really got on, but weren't enemies neither, Cyrus wasn't even sure what he had done wrong, perhaps it was that he always carried his weapons around with him. Dropping the subject he fell half back into his thinking. Cyrus picked up the dispenser and sprinkled its contents onto his chocolate topped, ginger doughnut.
Taking a bite he began to wonder who would know what this phenomenon was or what it was caused by... Or that it even existed and wasn't just two Ponies who had spent all of 10 minutes with Prince Blueblood. Silently chuckling to himself at the idea. Getting back on topic Cyrus could think of just a hoof full of ponies and one who wasn't that even potentially might have a clue or answer. Drawing up a mental list of the names he took another bite of his doughnut, silently gazing into space.