Author's Notes:

Number of Edits: 3
Number of OC's: ?
Pilfered Goods: One Land Deed (Filly Glade Apartments), One Female Griffin (Gilda), and mostly unsorted item loot from heist.

[Title]Pilfered Gains, Friends of Crime and Realty
Maretropolis – Filly Glade Apartments, Lyra’s Place – Well pass Sunset
[Doctor Doom - Perspective]

Having rested from the heist last night, we had started organizing what items we had taken from the bank which to be honest. Was the weirdest experience I had to go through at seeing references from where I use to ‘live’, which didn’t help when I felt power coming from them and some ‘inkling’ as for what they may pose as some type of summon. The question now as I look at that organized pile was ‘should I test them later when I have the equipment, so they don’t outright kill me or be an idiot and risk it?’. I’ve come to recognize a few of those objects, a black obviously enchanted spell book that upon touch I feel something watching me, a Hyperion beacon of sorts, that even had a sales pitch.

*Unknowing to Doctor Doom at this time a Token Comic Book for HIM starts appearing in different locations in the multiverse that have slight traces of chaos magic, showing his current progress in his universe with future events left blank to the readers with the mark at the very end on the back cover.*

The more creepily familiar object was a damned Tesseract, too close for comfort from that thing, maybe it isn’t Wade Wilson? There was a couple of ‘overlord’ tokens, the strange part was that one of them was a ‘Overlady’, knowing that game I’d have to be on my toes though that ‘Don’ overlord might be interesting… There is also a weird type of omnitrex device that’s if I got that right belonging to a ‘Jason’, I am starting to think all of these things are either high risk summons that may be helpful or not. But at least the ones asking for payment brings out a logical argument, payment for services rendered, there is even a couple of sith summoning pieces too which sounds more of my childhood.

That one of the many possibly more ‘tame’ out of these seem to be a D6 mentioning some ‘Dox’, a ‘summon’ for team rocket, some of these are really hitting my childhood again, maybe I’ll try summoning one of them in an emergency to cause a distraction. But I have noticed a ‘trend’ with these ‘summoning’ items, most if not almost all would attack me from the likely ideals I hold. Perhaps not if I came up with the needed arguments to come, but that would require planned summoning beforehand. With only a few of them seem to fit more of a ‘business’ vibe, a CEO of a borderland’s company, and two strange merchants with one of them sounding resident evil.

Sighing over the ‘summon’ items with apprehension, maybe try summoning the merchant types first to see what could be acquired. Though Lyra’s in good spirits at the other things that I deemed not summon items or possible dangers, like supposedly lost or stolen relics or mainly jewels and art held in surprisingly small containers. I’ll just call it [Hammer Space] enchanted containers, though it’s a good thing that these things had no tracking devices, also Lyra being disguised would have later exposed her to repercussions.

But I am rather happy about my little ‘haggling’ session with the former Landlord, who looked like an over glorified mule pimp who got the receiving end of it until agreeing to my ‘easy terms’.

[Filly Glade Apartments, Landlord’s Room]
[Third Pony - Perspective]

The room was dark, with a slight rancid smell, soon a gruff snickering was heard from outside the unlit room. The jangling of an oversized key ring drew the lone occupant’s attention from inside the room, the only thing was an easy colt chair turned to face the window as it looked comfortable to sit in. It sat facing away from the front door, when the door opened letting light into the room from the hallway outside the apartment. A grumble from stumbling was met with the shattering of a dropped once half-filled bottle on the floor. “Fuckin’ brittle bottles, wonderin’ why I buy that cheap stuff. Where’s that light switch?”

The light flickered on in the room as the drunk took notice of the easy colt chair being out of place, stumbling over to it cursing along the way, with a new figure emerging slowly from the closet by the front door. His right gauntlet covered hand upon touching the door closes with a click thus locking it, flicking a finger from the same hand up into the air as the donkey didn’t notice the [Silence Spell] go into effect. The chair forced to turn and to face the Donkey leaving him befuddled until the cloaked and cowled stranger pointed his finger trapping the donkey in one movement, before drawing the frozen landlord closer to see whom was in his apartment no less.

Metal graved steps were made before the mysterious figure approached, while keeping digit pointed at the drunk donkey. “Mr. ‘Grump’ I would assume? There is no point in trying to talk or scream, as the gesture would be ‘pointless’. I could even KILL you without even a mouse hearing it, by the reaction of your paling coat. Humorous I might add that you ‘understand’ what I am capable of if pushed, now I will allow you to speak but nothing else, the suggestion here would be ‘obey’ and live.” Cloaked and cowled figure spoke in a clear flat tone that was bled dry of any emotion currently.

Lightly flicking his hand that held the terrified ‘Mr. Grump’ tossing him forward face first into the easy colt chair in front of him nearby causing him to flip him and it over. “GAH! Fuckin’ magic ponies and their magic spells, what do ya want? Because I’ve got ‘protection’ from a wise stallion already.” The reaction was a mostly repressed chuckle in response, only to give the donkey a sound backhanded slap across the muzzle this time, but the reaction from Mr. Grump was of shock instead as something levitated into Mr. Grump’s view.

Drawing him much closer to the document than desired with the mysterious cloaked unicorn speaking up, showing predatory eyes with near white irises. “What I ‘need’ is you to sign over your ownership of this building, on THIS piece of paper. Then take the earliest transportation out of the city, if you deviate from this action in the slightest.” Pausing just long enough to make the point clear as electricity arcs between a now seen gauntleted fingers. “I will be sure to leave your body lifeless in an alley like an accident victim to electric discharge.” The point was driven home when the metal gauntleted hand came in swiftly to cling onto his forehead.

The currently green glowing one idly floating the paper down in front on the coffee table, while making a stack below it with a quill and inkwell to follow. The hand clamped onto Mr. Grump’s Forehead applies electric shocks into his head, at a low enough volt to not cause permanent harm but show that it can be fatal. Though it’s a good thing the room was silenced as the landlord silently screamed, as if his balls were being cut off. Giving him a breather only after ten seconds of applying voltage to let a voice be barely heard. “Where do ya.. Want me to sign..? Just no.. More of that… Please..?”

There was a blink before the cloaked figure looked down at his own hand, saying these words that shocked the donkey worse than he felt. “I thought we would be at this for a few hours, but it seems most species here, are ‘weaklings’.” There was a glint that made Mr. Grump shudder like a foal before being forced forward to lean towards the paper pile, still jittering from the shocks, flinching even as the figure reached forward to produce that terrifying electric arcing hand. Pointing at the stacks of paper next to the document.

It came into view and surprisingly was a form of transfer Ownership of Property, looking up at the figure again as he felt it was a mistake having that predatory gaze bore down into his lower seating. Half drunkenly almost cringing away but held in place be the hand on his throat and the other half out of fear driving himself to grab a well-used quill and half empty ink well, before even putting his hand to the paper it felt trapped again as the voice spoke up again. “I will punish you, if you do not write neatly and clearly before signing that document before your eyes. Let us say each ‘jolt’ will be for every MISTAKE, parchment is a resource after all.”

Once Mr. Grump’s body was freed again he grabbed the closest parchment he could trying to ease off his jitters while crudely signing his name over and over again, desperation in his nervous eyes for once in his life was he terrified. All the while a VERY silent Doctor Doom patiently waited, looking down at his own hand before returning a hard look at the donkey before him. ‘This will be but one of the first steps in coming to achieving anything I desire, under my iron will from here on. But let us hope this move will be worth it.’

Smiling under my mask seeing Lyra’s happy antics as I get back to sorting these summons and the stolen goods of a more historical sort, making my head shake at Lyra wearing what is apparently ‘Princess Platinum’s‘ Crown and cape from before the ‘unification’ of three pony races. Though she did tell me earlier of a visiting griffin whom became ostracized from the hamlet known as ‘Ponyville’, when she from my guess went to visit a famous pony friend but they couldn’t handle her abrasive nature. Likely a natural instinct that causes it, or a mix of both social and biology from timid herbivores to aggressive omnivores.

But the rather interesting ‘bit’ of news in my membership package was that the variety of fences available, though it also shows the ‘cut’ they would take overall. A new griffin’s name caught my attention literally, due to the absurdity of it possibly being the same one I heard about from Lyra before is rather strange. Going by the name ‘Gilda’ could be of use and apparently was the same one that was driven out by her friend. Shows me just how most ponies treat different species, as ‘friends’ who abandon long time childhood friendship just shows me how much these ponies loyalty can be.

Lyra on the other hand simply just takes everything, from praise to criticism but when she has time she’s been snout deep reading that ‘Shadow Guide and Basic Technics’ book from that zebra Zecora. Perhaps it is just me being here that ‘influences’ her behavior to try new things, also apparently she is a type who snuggles with me or perhaps she has insecurities about herself. Even how fragile she can be in hoping I won’t just ‘disappear’ on her, like some ‘good dream’ which little habits like pinching herself or simply asking for little ‘punishments’ from me so easily. Which just to humor her is either a spank or flick of the ear, which is most often flicking her ear a couple times, which makes her shiver.

“Lyra, we need to prepare to go out to that bar again.” She looked to me in thought with that blushing smile most likely hoping to take another kiss from me, but at my getting her attention the sound of a pop told me that she closed the distance using [Teleport] appearing on her knees smiling at me with her tail waving higher with that mint smell again. “What is the task for tonight besides that victor? Because I know we would see Zecora, is it something like training? Or something big again like last night?” Smiling softly I fished out the documents for Lyra to see, her eyes comically bugged out with owner transfer papers and the Build’s Deed.

The funniest part that I will NEVER forget was how ‘Mr. Grump’ took only two suitcases and booked it, running like a retired Olympian who had the privilege to commit to their version of sprinting while the effect made him seem like a tiger was chasing after him. Straight to what looked like the nearest long distance Pegasus carriage service to leave the city, I heard him shouting about taking him to ‘Dodge Junction’ at the end there, which ended up when looking at a city map to be somewhere northwest of the city. Though cute as Lyra’s vision is still stuck looking at the documents as I brought her back, by lightly flicking her ear making her shiver for a moment only for her gaze to shift onto me with that lustful gaze. “We need to get your signature on this, also arrange this new property ownership.”

Predicting her glomp this time I leveled her a gaze, telling her to sit next to me by pointing at my side. Which she more than eagerly complied looking up at me, with that stare, she lays everything bare to me and the creepy thing still is that she wouldn’t refuse me no matter what. It is like years of being bottled up is uncorked, she fawns over me like a bunny to her mate with an adorable ‘sexy’ pout reaction to my enhanced methods of ‘force’, if you can call it that. Though that brings up the point where a normal human would die from a lightning strike yet here I am, a walking power generator, just one of the many things besides having technological manipulation of some sort.

Looking up at the clock giving a sigh saying this. “Grab the things we’ll need, also when you do keep them safe. Wherever you keep most things, as we have a long trek.” Her response is a nuzzle before using some type of teleportation using smoke to conceal her grabbing her ‘sexy’ villainous outfit and the things we’ll bring along to speak again.

Maretropolis – Power Ponies Tower, Mission Room – Before sunset
[Mare Do Well/Princess Celestia - Perspective]

My precious if overly excitable student and her friends, threw us a welcome party upon our concealed arrival safely to the upper floors. It was endearing and poor Luna is trying her best, perhaps if she tried to go out more, NOT in costume as ‘Batmare’. Perhaps a charity event, an informal party or maybe a friend circle! No, knowing her tastes she would likely choose an informal party just to placate my frustration. She’s a bright strong bodied mare who should know that all of our ponies welcome her back with open arms, but some good news is that some Thestrals from that abysmal country had flocked to welcome her wholly which has improved her mood since her return.

Hmmm, perhaps if I asked Luna to throw a Costumed Party here in Maretropolis on nightmare night she would surely be a happier mare after! Now I just need to be careful in subtlety having her come up with the same result, she is rather sharp so I need to play innocent and try encouraging her. “Twilight, has there been any updates about that bank robbery? Or more importantly, the Alien you believe came through has there been any other sightings? Hopefully of a friendly sort this time.” Seeing my student’s eyes shifted had my suspicions think ‘no’ on the later issue account but she focused on the first knowing I knew from that shake of the head. “Sorry princess, but it’s rather strange that nothing came up since then. Also I am not sure why you would want us to keep an eye out for any intelligent life while crime fighting. But there has been progress in the bank heist!”

Watching rainbow dash walk up in front looking uncertain at my student, seeming to be reassured about a possible spell she was about to use which I had a good guess on for how her friend was seating facing the wall we all were. “Well princess from digging up a memory projection spell, I was able to retrace Rainbow dash’s moves from when they arrived to when they left. Though oddly enough the same thing couldn’t be said about Pinkie when I tried for a collaborative cross examination, only to find NOTHING at when she got to the front door of the bank to when she woke up.” Giving an auditable grunt to Ms. Pie whom seemed strange from that, perhaps a concussion could had caused it?

But moving the discussion on with a wave of my gloved hand she started playing the bank heist from Ms. Dash’s view, but the voice of that stallion was vaguely familiar, as If I met him somewhere before as his annoyed tone made me quietly giggle with Luna at their trying to decide who fought him first. But this pony got my attention by what happened when he took Ms. Dash’s lightning strike, expecting the pony to fall over knocked out, only for him to absorb the strike than apologize to her for being weak even to Ms. Pie. Luna looked excited at the prospect of a strong challenge whom was different from the normal, though the air he gave off in that projected memory was of confidence and power that in Ms. Dash’s words would be ‘facing a storm that knew how to fight’.

When that ended my student spoke up once more now displaying organized documents of the bank and its history, which looked troubling as I skimmed through it quickly reading each page. “On the surface the bank is above bar and meticulous in keeping proper records, even projections that would sound reasonable to somepony who was willing to overlook a few mistakes. But when comparing these notes over a larger period does it start to look fishy, the final nail in the bureaucracy nightmare of even TRYING to get names to the deposit boxes resulted in NOTHING. My mane and tail went inferno by what rarity has told me, though she was able to get that the employees were TOLD to keep their snouts low and cause no waves or they would vanish.” Sighing softly as she looked away, rubbing her arm in the process told me that something happened to one of my little ponies. “That pony who rarity talked to was reported missing a little before you both arrived by the stallion’s mother.”

I looked to Luna whom wore a grim visage, she’s seen how some of the worse crimes can be in trotham, some of her stories makes me wish to rouse the royal guard and do a grid cleanup of that place. But Luna’s been assuring me that progress is being made officially and unofficially. Hopefully this time we can save this one from whatever cruel things happen behind this bank’s strings.

Everfree Forest – Black Cauldron, Back area – Tenish that night
[Doctor Doom - Perspective]

Lyra was quite on the ball this time with her alert ears swiveling, turning her head to focus on spots with the slightest of sounds, only to arrive at the back of the establishment with careful pacing from before. It is not every day I walk up to the back door of an establishment built in a dangerous backwoods, of possibly one of the short list of highest danger zones in this country. Though it makes me wonder why there wasn’t a proper defensive wall or something set up near that hamlet called Ponyville, bringing its name up for how it is just screaming speciesism, which oddly made Lyra become curious why she hasn’t thought of it like that before.

Giving the door a careful once over look, noting that it was solid but painted to blend in with the foliage nearby. Soon enough raising a armor covered hand to deliver the ‘message’ to use on it, three short knocks and one jiggle of the door knob with a final knock was a clear code in the ‘welcome package’ given last night. Which resulted in waiting a couple of minutes before the door opened, revealing the just as scantily leaf outfit wearing toned zebra named Zecora with both a headdress and a smile on her muzzle. “My friends of mysterious intentions, whom see the world in shades of gray and not simply a stripe of either black or white. Come inside and warm from the chill that be outside.” She greeted just more openly than last time at the start of our meeting, very happy perhaps.

Though it didn’t take us long for the familiar room to arrive again, stepping pass it’s threshold and gazing about showed no one else in here like before though there were a few other ways in cleverly hidden. It shows that time was taken to set this place up, but moving to sit down again seeing Lyra whom dressed as she is now is referred to as ‘Silent Melody’. “Seeing as the three of us have come together again, you likely know I brought what you desired. Also I wish to bring up something else on a subject I would enjoy your lovely aid in my exotic friend.” In a land of ponies sometimes a compliment or something nice said to someone who stands out can open paths.

Zecora beamed from that as she accepted the deposit box with its seal still intact, showing her that it was done in good faith instead of being ‘sloppy’ as most might. The curious part was when she brought out two sets of keys, inserted them inside then unlocked it with ease. Quite well showing me this was likely some kind of test, to prove myself perhaps? But her smile only intrigued me more when she pulled out a pendant and a small journal written likely in her language. “My night is brightened as if it were day full of spring warmth, to see what belongs to me returned unharmed.”

Blinking a moment before seeing her look them over, turning her gaze back onto mine as he reverently place the two items down on her lap. “I guess they did not want you to close an account or something of that nature?” Earning a gentle nod in return before smiling warmly ever more, as I could tell there was deep sentimental value there. “Indeed it would be true, for practices of foul with no honor among like minds barred our possessions returned. But let us wade beyond such topics, paddling ever more to what you have wished to reveal.”

Moving my hand back into my attire fishing out the document and signed paper for why the signer couldn’t be in person for the final parts of this ‘transfer’. “Do you have any loyal to you whom own properties in the city, or say the outskirts?” Upon receiving a ‘no’ shaking of the head, for her eyes to widen a bit. Continuing by saying this with some joy. “Because I believe that may have to change as of this moment, I am requiring of someone to act legally in buying for my stead. The only requirement for the choices would be the following is a list of properties for sale that can be bought legally. As ideally buying a junkyard is a start, with a small factory likely near there if possible bigger deeds.” Stating this as calmly as possible to see how she would react, only to earn a smile on her muzzle giving a nod.

“Such places both visible and translucent of requests would be fair, but from what I see of pieces being realty would take time to find. Would it be of comfort to come seek, bringing such answers another night while it is sought for satisfaction? Though for one whom would act in practice of wishes told, we would trust our niece to be of mind willing to accomplish this task laid to bare. For she will come to introduce when it is arranged.” She smiled moving closer giving me hug that couldn’t be felt through the armor, but if things go well. Perhaps in a few months and some more decent actions will have laid the groundwork for the progression of my ambitious goals, but I need to pace myself from risk verses reward to not leave myself exposed.

Giving her a hug back until one of my hands holding her accidently zaps from static electricity, I clearly see her shiver with a smile as her head looks towards Lyra in disguise. “Does his touch bring spark to the soul with a shocking bite each time?” Earning a nod that got Zecora giggling and an added nuzzle, though I take this time also to bring up another point. “Would you also have knowledge on countries that are not stable or are currently in turmoil of any sort? For it would help me even more in the long run.” Which got a curious look likely from the both of them, though Lyra likely a bit more confused than Zecora as her eyes glimmer in interest. “Realty of countries often is a greater gambit of which many a fool have been bitten or entombed.”

With that slight concern and that wording means there have been attempts before, but they over extended and lost or died, that’s quite a challenge to overcome. If the first time can work what will stop me from trying to ‘expand’? “If or when there is one success, won’t it provide new paths of travel or safe harbor for those whom travel in our circles or beyond?” That got a strange look as she contemplated this most likely, turning to give a hardened look giving a response that was rather strange for well. Being a new friend alien or not for concern, though the one most likely to be concerned about screw ups is myself with Lyra being a narrow second. “For safe harbor you wish to make bloom afar, would only be done with plans of entry and escape made for it to be assured. But vessels and carriages do not hide well, which would tell where one comes and goes.”

Giving a greater smile in response I spoke conspiratorially. “I have more than a couple plans, but one of them requires the building of a ‘special’ kind of vessel. Only when the things I have are underway to securing that far ahead goal, will I act in caution. But I will say this, when it is done, the world at large will LEARN of my name and the power I wield. Though it will be humorous, as even if those back from where I use to harbor would scream; ‘how dare he make something from SHIELD!’.” That end half spoken was in a mock of angered tone before giving a chuckle of amusement while Zecora looked skeptical but nodding as she made the arrangements with Lyra I believe to be shimmering and overly nuzzling my side.

Maretropolis – City Limits, Metal Jaw Junkyard – A hour or so after said meeting
[Alpha: Sharp Tooth - Perspective]

The cool air whiffed across my muzzle, for months now I’ve been scaring off greedy ponies trying to buy clan’s debt. It was one of the main reasons why I fought for Alpha position among our clan, stupid ponies just want only the land, don’t care about dogs. That always rubs my fur the wrong way, most ponies only care about what they like, but last alpha was stupid and wasted what little pony bits we had. Now I am the alpha! But I fear for my clan and my growing pup, she is bright like a flawless gem! Not like me or most dogs, it was a good thing we named her ‘Tempered Steel’ for big smarts and toughness like me.

But she won’t get anywhere like we won’t if debt destroys our clan home, it isn’t pretty but we make it strong and safe. But this smell is of ponies from the forest, they always smell like leaves, wood and danger like forest. ‘Why would this pony come out so far to here? Did they wish to buy something dog made? Did they need something fixed? What did they wish?!’ The sudden cough from behind me did NOT make me yelp like a pup, or flail swinging big wrench, but this pony is striped and dodge my swings like a snake. “What does pony thing want!” I may have nervously snarled…

My strong Pit Bull dog body was not intimidating to the smaller pony, she did not flinch but looked at me as a dog would sizing another up to fight. I readied myself to fight, only for the strange pony to speak in weird city pony way instead of confusing forest pony way. “Mr. Sharp Tooth I would humbly come to assume?” I grunted raising eyebrow at strange striped pony, she sound young like my pup. “I have come on part of another, as we were curious if you would wish to sell the Junkyard at this time, for we’ve come under the assumption if your debts are not paid off sooner or later you’ll lose your home to those whom have no heart.”

I only saw red when I heard strange forest pony mare speak of ME selling clan junkyard! I lunge at her only for her to disappear and strike my belly, I slide onto the ground grabbing and pulling off a nearby carriage door to use as a shield and charged the strange pony! Only she vanished AGAIN! STOP VANISHING PONY TRICKS! But she grabbed my tail and smacked my neck with hoof! I try to swing around but my footing is weak and I fall against tough ground. “Metal Jaws will not lose home even to strange ponies!” Only to get giggling from pony..?

Blinking the dizziness from my eyes I narrow looking at young strange stripe pony. “Why is pony laughing at dog troubles?! Dog troubles not funny and ponies should stay out, why do ponies keep try to buy our land?! I know crafty ponies will try to kick clan out moment we do!” That only got strange pony giggling more only to growl out our hate, but strange pony say this that confuse me. “Mr. Tooth, it is not I who would be buying. But of another whom would likely see your plight and perhaps wish your stay, though if that isn’t convincing enough. Perhaps another night I may bring him here to test?” Strange pony looks to be making crafty tricks again, but young strange pony said not pony buying?

Pony must have saw suspicion as strange pony continued talking. “He is quite a strange foreign newcomer, though he does have strength and power to have fight tougher ponies like those known by ‘Fili-Second’ and ‘Zapp!’. Perhaps your clan might embrace him if given the chance, for a second chance of your clan could be assured to continue.” Strange crafty pony, seems to be helpful? Is it another trick by city ponies to sell land and home? I need to see to be sure if pony isn’t tricking, because crafty ponies never show their tricks and give me time to get pack together to see.

“Strange pony may bring non-pony, if he as pony says clan will talk. If not we kick you out at best, at bad we beat in skulls and throw out into forest.” My tone was dark like practiced, though young pony didn’t flinch again, she only nodded and calmly left with saying words. “He may change your opinions on things to come, if time is allowed.”

Watching strange pony left and smell in air clear only for Tempered Steel to come up from nearby hole, she cute healthy beagle like her mom. “Daddy, were you fighting with a pony just now? You know that is bad to do, because they will call the pony guards like uncle ruffles.” Scowling a bit I scuff the tough ground before grumbling, about stupid ponies and their stupid weak pony guards who cheat with magic and wings! “I am just protecting clan grounds, but strange forest pony say that non-pony wishes to buy clan land. We get dogs of clan together to meet them up here next night just in case.”

Tempered Steel always a smart pup, she pointed at her eyes then me! Means I should try to behave, or I’ll get talking to by her. Just like her cute mother, I am only feeling rain which is in my eyes! Not crying because of sad things, life is unfair to dogs who try to live in pony land. Their whining and pushing dogs away to keep dogs stupid and out of pony schools, was no better with old alpha had clan stay away from ponies so wouldn’t learn pony secrets.

Maretropolis – Griffin District, The Wet Beak – Early that morning
[Gilda- Perspective]

Tonight’s been rather rough, a griffin can only get a break from thick headed biased ponies. At least I THOUGHT dash was still cool to hang around with, definitely wasn’t like the rest during our days at flight school. Not as bad as this week, but getting bullied by fucking herbivores is low for any griffin out there! “I want another strong ale with ice, if you can keep them coming for a few more I’ll be happy as a feather in its prime.” There was two others sitting down near me, by the reaction of the bartender’s wings he’s nervous about these two. Maybe the drink’s dulling the senses, but at least I know they are likely hardcore.

Taking a look I noticed the strange sight of a completely black form fitting pony mare unicorn with night vision goggles and bandoleers on her torso and waist, definitely decked out for a fight if she’s hiding magic charged crystals. Also a carved wooden bat on her waist, likely to be untraceable if used on somefeather or somepony. But seeing those ears flick around just shows she’s on alert for some reason while that cloaked and cowled pony is sitting there, looking relaxed and ahead something about this pony was getting me on edge. Like a powerful lightning storm was only more than a foot from me, just ready to strike me dead on the spot, but feelings like that came only from the storm god.

I snapped out of it as his rugged voice innately commanded attention, even if he was speaking in a calm leveled tone. “Ms. Gilda, I read that you would be willing to sell bartered goods? Because just like you, I wish to help someone new in similar circles. Bar keep a water for now.” When that was said, I must have looked stupid as I dumbly nodded, even the scarred barkeep who never spoke a word was making way. “…Um, ya I could do stuff like that for ya. Though feeling as if being put on the spot, maybe we can meet up or go wherever you want?” Hoping I didn’t stutter or losing my cool I try to get my head into the game. ‘Get it together gilda! This could be my big chance, or also your final stop if he doesn’t like me.’

Giving a shudder before looking back at who he is, only to see white irises, sparking with lightning. Am I dreaming or is his eyes doing some magic trick, but it isn’t as I can feel those sparks from here. This must be what it’s like for ponies to face us, because the weird part is I am kind of getting warmed up by his eyes trailing over me. Trying at this moment to stretch out my wings, curve my body to give him a look to see if he likes it. ‘He’s looking at my wings, he might be a wing stud. Might also mean he likes those who a toned figure or an athletic build, heh if dashie were here maybe if it wasn’t business we could double team him.’ He must have saw the look on my face for when he touched my hand with his gauntlet, I felt sparks like they say when you kiss somefeather you like.

I tried not to blush, I really did and that masked unicorn saw me too. “Um, nothing to do tonight so I could come along now if you want?” I regretted him letting go of my talons when he dropped bits on the table after emptying his drink, never saw his face yet as he was even a gentlefeather too for helping me up and we walked outside with that pony following behind me and me behind him. “So what’s your name?” I asked when we got into the alley way when he stopped and grabbed onto the two of us saying his name that I will remember.

“My name is Victor Von Doom, though my enemies call me Doctor Doom.” The feeling of electricity flowed through us as he casted some spell, and I blacked out.