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Group Precipitation

by FanOfMostEverything

Chapter 318: Whittaker and Wisdom, by FoME

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Author's Notes:

The following takes place a few years after most of the stories told in this world thus far.

The Crusaders walked into history class midconversation. “… So Tender said he feels like he can’t get away with nothin’, so I asked him just what all he wants to get away with, and he said it’s none o’ my business, and I said the past is my business, and one thing led to another, and that’s why we ain’t talkin’ to each other right now.” Apple Bloom huffed and plopped into her seat, arms crossed.

Sweetie patted her on the shoulder. “There, there. He’ll come around.”

“He kind of does have a point,” Scootaloo said from Apple Bloom’s other side.

Apple Bloom gave her a sharp look, then arched an eyebrow. “So where’s Rumble right now?”

Scootaloo opened her mouth, then snapped it shut as her face burst into a furious blush. “Locker room. But it’s not like I knew that before you asked. Seriously, you complain about Applejack, then you pull this?”

Sweetie shook her head. “Scootaloo, this isn’t how this works. Right now we make sure Apple Bloom feels better. We wait until the third act to point out her hypocrisy.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Life isn’t a rom-com, Sweetie.”

“I’m sorry, have you met Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle?”

“And what was that about Applejack?” added Apple Bloom.

“Is she still calling you every night?” said Scootaloo.

“Still whinin’ an’ moanin’ on how she’s let the family down by leavin’ the farm. For a business degree. T’ help the farm. An’ makin’ sure her baby sister’s still keepin’ her innocence. Then I point out how I’m a junior and I’m turnin’ eighteen next year, and she starts cryin’…”

Scootaloo poked Bloom in the shoulder. “And you don’t see any similarities between that and you keeping tabs on Tender Taps? Instead of, you know, trusting him when he’s not in sight?”

After a few moments, Apple Bloom scowled and slumped in her desk. “Shut up.”

“Just saying. I don’t know how it works, but there’s more to the past than what your boyfriend’s been up to. Might want to keep up with the rest of it.”

“Eh. Mostly looks after itself. Besides—”

Dr. Turner swept into class. “Good morning, class! Crusaders, I appreciate your work, of course, but I’m going to have to ask you to table your doubtlessly thrilling discussion. Now, let us turn to the North. Indeed, we turn to the Nhorse, most particularly—“

Sweetie raised her hand. “Uh, Dr. Turner?”

“Sweetie, I’m going to ask that you wait until I reach the part of the lecture you need to question before you ask.”

“Not that. Just, uh…”

“Why are you a woman?” spouted Scootaloo.

“Hmm?” Dr. Turner looked at herself as though she hadn’t noticed the shift. “Oh, right, that.” She shrugged. ”Woke up like this this morning. I plan on getting in touch with Sunset Shimmer after class. But no matter! We turn to that unparalleled hero of the tenth century, Rockfist the Mighty. Rockfist the Lucky! Rockfist the Incapable of Asking for Directions, not that that’s much of an option when you’re in a longboat in the North Saddlantic. And we have a very special guest today. Class, I present—”

A behemoth of a man plowed through the door without bothering to open it first, a wide grin on his face and a shovel strapped to his back. “Hello, wee monkeys! I’ve heard tell you lot want to hear some of my stories.”

Apple Bloom blushed. “Okay, I guess maybe I could keep a closer eye on the past.”

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