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#1 CobsRa

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Posted 09 November 2015 - 03:38 AM

The roadside sign stood tall and proud against the backdrop of the humble looking town behind it, whilst the sun beamed vigorously from above. Birds chirped and diluted cheerful banter could be heard melded in with the pitters, patters and thuds of ponies going about their days in the town streets just beyond. It was a sight uplifting in the very sense of the word, to most fortunate enough to be caught there in that moment.

 

But looks can be deceiving.

 

A pale-cream earth pony mare sat in the dusty road with a doubting visage, a beaten yet decorated and sturdy wood trailer parked just behind her.

 

'Welcome to Ponyville!'

 

Holiday Parade, as the mare went by, stared at the friendly planked sign with an expression not unlike what one would find plastered on a pony witnessing a molding damp sock grow and move on its own accord. Glancing back down to the map in her hooves, she raised a brow skeptically before slumping with a haggard sigh. Practically crumpling the paper map in her hooves as she refolded it, stuffing it into the depths of her bulky overcoat, she turned to lumber off to the door of her trailer, rapping against the wooden doorframe with a hoof.

 

"Boodzy? You want out while we're stuck here?"

 

When a muffled little voice came back from inside the trailer, she pulled open the door to see her feline companion bolt straight out the door and vanish into the nearby brush.

 

'Feathering cat, could have at least said thanks...'

 

Shaking her lack of appreciation for being brushed off by her only traveling partner, she looked down to the wheel of her cart, cracked and listing to a side.

 

"Guess we're stuck here until we can leave," she muttered almost grumpily to herself, frowning back at the friendly welcoming sign. Inhaling deeply and leveling out her face into something more accommodating for the locals, Holiday turned and started her casual trot into town she'd heard so much about...

 

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Navigating the roads of the town proved fairly easy for the mare. It wasn't small, but also not exceptionally large either, and it hadn't been long until she had managed to track down a local woodworker to address the repairs needed for her cart wheel replacement. The trouble, for her, was that she had to remain stuck in one of the few towns she secretly found cringe-worthy, given the many disastrous rumors she'd been privy to in its regard.

 

Still... The town appeared in good shape. Things like all the troubles she'd heard of could happen every day, right? In all likelihood, she would be fine for just a matter of hours. Afterwards, she could gather her things and leave for the next town of opportunity. After all, it wasn't like she planned to perform here of all places...

 

Sitting back in the shade of a canopied store patio, Holiday looked up and down the earthen road, humming thoughtfully. To her, it could hardly do harm to look around, see if she couldn't find a coffee shop or somewhere to hide away for a while as she awaited her order to complete. The creamy-coated mare upped herself and trotted through the sunny streets, slowing occasionally to catch a sight or two, and in one even stopping entirely at a flower shop, stepping out moments later with a bouquet of fresh-picked daisies balancing over her withers. Some many minutes of sight-seeing later, as well as a near-depleted bag of flowers later, trailed by stray nibbled petals, she arrived in a large circular opening surrounding what she surmised to be the town hall.

 

To her surprise, however, she clearing was far from vacant on her end, bustling with stalls and colorful tents, and even more colorful wares. But they all had one thing in common...

 

"Comic books?"

 

Holiday smiled to herself, realizing she had stumbled into a convention of sorts. Ponies of all colors gathering to what looked like a localized comic con.

 

'Now this I gotta see!', she mentally mused, trotting her way into the rows of stalls and stands.





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Posted 09 November 2015 - 10:31 PM

It was a regular old day in Ponyville, the wind was blowing, the sun kissing the soft grass and the blissful sounds of everyday life bounced from ear to ear. This would have been most ponies cup of tea but for Rabble the natural noises of the countryside seemed to dull her mind. Rabble had always required more hustle and bustle to her days in order to get by, although Ponyville wasn't entirely devoid of any commotion. If one was in the right place at the right time it was often almost certain they might happen upon some manner of kerfuffle.

 

The tell-tale smack of the local newspaper striking her front door caused a stir in Rabble, making her shoot up from her bed still half asleep. Rabble's red and white mane stuck haphazardly to her muzzle, thick with drool and knots, the short fur of her cheek pressed flat from how she was sleeping. One at a time her eyelids crept open, revealing large bright blue eyes with faint golden glimmers cast upon them from her two eyebrow rings.

With a almost painful effort she managed to slump off of her bed and drag herself to collect the freshly delivered paper. It was a arduous morning ritual but it worked and Rabble had always been a fan of consistency in most of her personal little quirks. Next on the list of preparations before any public appearance was to grab some breakfast, her favourite meal of the day, despite the mood with which she'd normally be in. Rabble quickly threw something together and settled into a comfortable chair, spooning food with one hoof and flicking through the paper with the other. Listless, she shuffled from side to side attempting to stifle a yawn before almost collapsing into her bowl but found herself wide-eyed and standing to attention having only just caught the headline on the front page.

 

"Local Comic-Con In Town Today"

 

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Truth be told, a comics were never one of Rabble's primary interests but like all things she enjoyed the more independent, niche publishings that would rarely see the light of day in most stores. However local conventions like the one in ponyville were just the place to pick up hidden gems and it was that thinking that had Rabble storming out the front door, her comb stuck half way through her mangled mane and her jacket only half way on.

 

"Ack, I knew I was forgetting something today," Rabble sputtered, her words staggered like her breath. The deep exhales of her hasty trot through Ponyville shot a whiff of her own breath up into her nose and she slid to a stop. Stumbling across the street, Rabble fiddled as she tidied her mane and stuffed the comb into her jacket, slowly making her way through the park for a detour. Rabble stopped at a small stone fountain and flipped the tap, placing her head upside down under the flow. Casting her gaze to the roof of the town hall in the distance, she rinsed and spat the water back up into the bowl before giving her breath one last check. It wasn't much of an improvement but it would have to do.

 

Soon she had happened upon the town square, oddly more of a circle than a square but it was just one of those things a town like Ponyville would have. On an average day there wouldn't be much of anything surrounding the town hall but today saw the grounds littered with ponies of all shapes and sizes, each one pursuing one of the multitude of stands and stalls adorning the square.This is it she thought, the hustle and bustle she was missing and everything else she was looking for.

 

With a keen eye she scanned through all the stalls with their multi-coloured covers and rainbows of comics held beneath. Rabble quickly spotted what she thought might have been the stall she was after and hurried off towards it but fumbled as she moved trying to loose some bits from her pockets. The bit fell to the ground and bounced along, whipping between the legs of passing ponies as Rabble crawled after it.

 

"S'cuse me! Watch out! Coming through! Runaway bits everypony!" her voice somewhere between laughter and genuine annoyance at her own clumsy hooves. With one last effort she made a dive for the bit, tossing up dust and dirt in a cloud around her as she lost sight of everything until it cleared. When the dirt finally dissipated there was no bits but instead Rabble found herself clinging to the hooves of a pale-cream earth pony sporting large overcoat.

 

"Uhm, you don't happen to have any bits under here do ya?" Rabble said, pointing to her hooves.





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Posted 10 November 2015 - 04:49 AM

The chill of dew covered grass gracefully awaken a lone traveler who rested under a blanket of stars as he slept upon the soft fertile lands of Equestria. It was an early morning today, even by his standards, and the yellow morning crust rebuked his first attempts at opening his eyes. This futile resistance was put to rest, as the brilliant emerald gems that hid within their burgundy container were once again revealed upon the world, and the world revealed onto them. S short yawn turned groan was all that escaped his lungs as the four pillars on which he stood, once again boar their burden and raised the stallion to his full height. Air billowed in and out of his lungs as he took in the brisk morning scents that eased his mind, and brought peace to his soul. Solemnly watching the sun rise, and feel the bright rays grace his face with warmth more comforting than any fire could produce.It was an important morning to take in, for the wondrous peace of the natural world must soon be sacrificed to the cobbled streets and artificial lights of the city, it was time to enter Ponyville.

 

Fresh grass and some wild berries carefully picked for their sweet taste and lack of poisonous qualities, constituted for the stallions breakfast as he almost desperately tries to bring as much of the natural world along with him into the now bustling town of Ponyville. He might as well of hated the place with the way he avoided it, much like any large settlement, but alas, the bills wouldn't pay themselves. The only saving grace the nomad could think of, was that their was a possibility of an old friend making an appearance, however slim that chance may be.

 

With his stomach filled on nature's bounty, and his mind put to rest, Blazing Legend put on his saddle bags and refocused his attention onto the direction of Ponyville, following the clairvoyant path with religious dedication. It wasn't hard for the lone stallion to find his way to Ponyville, or to any place he had been before for that matter, and it couldn't have taken him more than a few hours before his hooves touched the first could and unforgiving patch of cobble, signaling his entrance into the town.

 

The stallion had a large frame, and the bulking saddle bags did not help in the respect of navigating through the sea of ponies trying to get this way and that. The maddening maelstrom of bodies moving about, was irritating beyond belief to the stallion who had become so accustomed to being alone. "This is unbelievable," he would utter, as avenue after avenue would become congested with traffic, completely blocking his path to where he was supposed to be. The Art Alleyways were only a few blocks away, yet it would have taken him hours to get to had he not known a shortcut or two. By any means he got to his spot, and then the scramble to make his booth presentable began.

 

Parchment and ink, quills and thumb tacks, all went flying about in Blazing Legend's haste to set up shop. It had taken him only about ten minutes before he was happy with the result, a set of four to five small yet highly detailed maps meant mainly as decorative pieces lined the sides of a small frame he had set up to display his pieces, while a much larger map took up the middle, and it encompassed all of equestria. The large map was quite large, though it lacked the fine detail of the smaller pieces, and was ridden with blank areas where not a sigle drop of ink had marked anything about the area. A caption below the work explains this saying, "Where I've been." Taken into context the map is fairly impressive, though with the unvisited areas so blatantly in contrast with the rest of the piece, it was hard to think that such a talented pony would ever settle for the amount he had been allotted so far.

 

Now finished with the booth, Blaze finally has enough time to take in his surroundings. His booth laid on an outside edge, allowing him to see into the other sections of the convention. His trained eyes can't help but pick up a cream pony in a trenchcot being approached by another pony who seemed to be asking for something. It didn't really concern him all that much, but Blazing felt morally obligated to keep an eye on the interaction, just in case.



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Posted 12 November 2015 - 01:26 AM

Holiday continued along her path towards the gathering for graphic novels, now coming just up to the outskirts of the busy little cluster of stands, paper and ponies. The stalls themselves were generally bland in appearance, but their wares brought many shades, it was almost an eyesore trying to look over so many from a distance. She could almost swear she already smelled the distinct combination of dry, aged paper and the sunbaked coats of the crowds.

 

She halted her progress just before entering, rearing up on hind legs in an effort to peer over the masses to get a better look of where she might want to hit up first. From her new angle, however, the pale mare caught a gleaming object rolling her way along the ground from somewhere in front of her, into the crowd. Recognizing the familiar metallic sheen and golden color, Holiday's gaze trailed it until it rolled too close, where she'd dropped from her short-lived stance, catching the hard object under the frog of a frontal hoof. Having been keeping focus on straying currency, she was more than a little surprised to suddenly find a thick cloud of dust from the sun-dried ground fly up in her face. She made to shake herself off, jerkily leaning back while suppressing a yelp when two hooves flew up to grasp her, connected to another pony.

 

When the mare peeled herself off, she posed a question. "Uhm, you don't happen to have any bits under here do ya?"

 

Holiday blinked. She could say no... But then she considered it not in her nature to steal. If it had been some random Bit left on the ground and merely kicked along by an heedless hoof, she may have kept it. She guessed the mare to be the owner, and the showmare wasn't a thief in the end.

 

It was a different story when it came to refuse collectives, though. Once something was in a pony's trash, it was free game...

 

"As a matter of fact... " she began, turning over a hoof upright, the chunky little coin set in the center. "Well, well, well! Would you look at that? I did." She offered the Bit freely to the other mare, smiling in the same adoring fashion he had to her many little audiences before.

 

She sat back on her haunches, re-adjusting her plush hat, which had begun falling side-ways. "I might offer taking a bit more care in a crowded place like this. Wouldn't want a pony losing their means to go home with something savory for the 'collection'-" She nodded towards the comics market. "-, now would we?"

 

Her face flickered for a split moment, and she brought up a hoof in front of her, dipping her muzzle and raising her cheeks in a pseudo-bashful smile. "Oh, that was a pun, wasn't it? 'bit'. I'm terribly sorry for that one..."

 

Holiday took the moment to look over the pony she'd just returned a bit to. A mare, and another earth pony, unless that mane happened to be hiding a rather little horn. She had what Holiday would describe as a diluted royal blue coat with perhaps deep blue eyes, if the daylight was serving her correctly. To the showpony, her mane had seemed reminiscent in color of peppermint candies. At a first glance judgement, Holiday guessed this mare was one who liked to "party". But looks could be deceiving, she knew...

 

"You're a local then?" she began again, trying brushing her coat free of dust, thinking that a little probing for news about the town and the gathering held in front of her was in order. Apart from browsing likely hundreds of comics, it wasn't like she had anything better to do for the day.





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Posted 12 November 2015 - 07:28 PM

Rabble reeled herself in after her initial blunder. attempting to recover from what she could only assume was a terrible first impression. Although she couldn't help but think those were always really the best impressions to make. When she stood back and attempted to shave the dust free from her coat the other mare seemed to be drawing a blank but she soon spoke and stood aside to reveal the coin in her hoof. Rabble recovered the Bit and went to thank the mare but found herself interrupted by a rough cough as she cleared her throat of any lingering dust, instead she offered a small smirk that translated into what she wanted to say.

 

The pair stood apart, trying to clean themselves off and return to normal, sharing light chit chat as they went on. Rabble complimented the cream coated mares hat upon noticing she had caused it to fall awry, her words serving as an apology that she felt too embarrassed to actually spit out.

 

Rabble went on to fiddle with her mane as she normally would, trying to strike the perfect balance of messy and stylish. She cocked her head to one side and nodded, listening intently to the mares words of advice. Already Rabble was trying to get a read on the other pony as no doubt she was doing the same in return, but she couldn't quite put the pieces together. Normally Rabble considered herself a little bit of an expert when it came to pony watching but something was disrupting her mojo in this scenario. Always slow on the uptake Rabble found her mental image of the mare dissolving as it was interrupted by an attempt to understand the pun.

 

Unfortunately this did not help and Rabble simply stared blankly for a second before smiling awkwardly and nodding once more in order to feign understanding. "Hah! Nah it's alright, Little silly humour never hurt anypony. I think."

 

There was a moment for silence as the two looked for something to say, something other than the obvious at least. Rabble always found it interesting to stray of from the established normal social etiquette, the scripted hello, how are you? just seemed a little bland nowadays but she had to admit that the norm still had it's place. She went to enquire as to where the mare had come from but was cut off by the same question directed back at her. "Local? Oh yeah. One hundred percent home grown, born and bred. What about yourself? You don't have the Ponyville look, if you don't mind me saying."

 

Before the mare could answer though, Rabble let loose an strange, loud laugh in a moment of sudden realisation. "Oh! Hold on. Haven't even told you my name yet. I'm Rabble, Rabble Rouser. Try hard rockstar and all-round fun mare. Pleasure to meet ya!" She extended a hoof but her eyes seemed to be fixed on the towering hat in front of her, it stood out and she always appreciated that.





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Posted 13 November 2015 - 11:41 PM

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Posted 14 November 2015 - 01:48 PM

The hustle and bustle of the convention could be distracting to most other poines, those flying over head in heated debates. The little filly buying their first piece of merchandise. That life long fan critiquing the new ideas of today. But Spark just loved seeing all the people, that why he went to these things in the first place. He browsed along the video game comic interpretation section. As per usual his headphones were on his head so he didnt notice the rather short fused pony he cut off wilst browsing. He continued to rave and rant at spark for a good two minutes before spark unknowingly walked away to go look for some food. He hadnt eaten breakfast that morning as he had been at the con all day.

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Posted 15 November 2015 - 05:50 AM

Holiday regarded this new pony, Rabble Rouser, with a discerning glint in her eye before breaking out into an inviting smile.

 

Introductions were in order.

 

"Why, what a pllleasure to meet you, Rabble!" The showmare took the other mare's hoof between her own, shaking it vigorously to show off enthusiasm. That's what this meeting stuff was all about, right? "And another performer at that, hm? I'll hope to see you in the act some day!"

 

The red-attired mare withdrew her grasp, clearing her throat behind a hoof. Half a moment later, she pinned that same hoof to her barrel and struck a prideful image for herself there on the dusty street. "Unto finishing introductions, I'm Holiday Parade! Aspiring showmare, wandering hostess and premier gamesmaster in all of Equestria, - eventhoughIalsohappentobetheonlyoneI'veseenaround - here for all your quirkiest of entertainment needs! Oh, but friends just call me 'Holly'..." The entertainer flourished in a cheeky grin at the end, for on chance her new acquaintance caught that middle part, she meant to up-play the boastful comedy of it all. She drooped to a more humble note thereafter, never abandoning her friendly visage. "No foaling though, I'm no star yet..."

 

A charismatic grin and wink. "Like yourself!"

 

"Hmm," she started again, before the other mare had a chance to respond. "My, my now... Where ever did you get those alluring little loops?" She indicated towards Rabble's pierced ear.

 

'That's it Parade, feed that poor starved ego the slow-roasted, savory appreciation it deserves...'

 

"I myself could use a fine metal worker, like that... " Holiday blinked, leaning back on her haunches and waving a hoof in a playfully dismissive manner. "Oh, but nevermind my fawning over what you probably consider 'every-day' at this point. I imagine we're here for the same reason, hm?"

 

Cheshire-esque green eyes rolled to gaze at the abundant comic stands. "Say, have anywhere special to be? If not, care to join a curious outsider in browsing the many inky fortunes?"

 

The cream-furred mare, of course, hadn't forgotten to mention where she hailed from, but that much could wait a moment until she'd captured this pony's mild interest, at the least. She was more interested in procuring a local to act as a guide and source of hearsay for recent events, and what better time for one than fancying through a market they both seemed drawn to?

 

Rabble, the pony in front of her, seemed like she had... a bit of character to herself. She hadn't known many musicians personally, sparing the few she did, but music was something anypony could relate, to a degree. Oh, unless she was a singer? Either way.

 

If nothing else, it might be nice to have a little interesting company for the day...





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Posted 15 November 2015 - 10:35 PM

In typical Ponyville fashion the two mares started off on delightful chit chat. Rabble smiled upon hearing that Holiday was another budding performer, something that was sorely lacking in Ponyville, bar the two or three ponies that Rabble knew of. The string of titles Holiday used to describe her occupation both intrigued and confused Rabble. On one hoof she couldn't help but smile as they all sounded so fun but on the other she really couldn't piece together what any of it meant, it seemed to be that she was a jack of all trades in terms of entertainment. 

 

"Who knows. Might see me around at some point. I tend to see a lot of Equestria, try to play everywhere y'know?" A bit of shameless plugging never harmed anyone and it seemed as though Holiday had a genuine interest in the venture. Rabble's mind wandered, perhaps one day the pair might find themselves at the same venue. She tried to recall whether or not she had upcoming gigs but drew a blank as organization was never her strong suit.

 

She continued to listen, her interest growing with each word as her new friends job sounded so alluring. "Well there's no fun like quirky fun! That's what I always say, sorta." The showmare added that her friends could call her Holly for short and Rabble took this is an invitation. She always enjoyed being friends with anyone she met and tried hard to maintain that status with almost every pony she knew. 

 

The golden shine of her earrings blended blissfully with the sun as her ears perked at their mention. "Oh these? Huh, must have had them going on two or three years now. Some summer solstice party thing? A big deal I'm told but I just like to celebrate."

 

Holiday spoke in a manner that was somewhat foreign to what she was used to. It was all very prim and proper which isn't too far off of what one would experience in Ponyville but Rabble always spoke with a bit of a twang from her earlier days. Rabble picked up on the subtle mannerisms as well, gathering that Holiday was an eccentric pony in style and personality but this was normally a good thing and this case was no different, even if a few jokes flew a bit skyward.

 

"Well I'm sure you'd suit them. Most mares do if ya ask me!" The pair shared a chuckle, each for their own reasons before Holiday brought them back to business. "Oh yeah the convention! Hah. Yeah I was planning on kicking it here for a while." Her hooves dug into the ground as she performed a little spin, taking in her surroundings and smiling as she did so. "If you're looking for a guide I'm your pony! In the market for anything special?"

 

Rabble playfully grabbed Holiday's hoof and led her off into the crowd, not really waiting for a reply. "Actually I think I saw something that you might be interested in!" The pair arrived at a large, hastily put together stall but an impressive one never the less. Strewn across the face of the table were a collection maps that seemed to detail a ponies travels, likely the owner of the stall she thought. "You get around a lot right Holly? These gotta be of some use then eh?" Rabble was pleased with the conclusion she made and swiped one hoof across the air as if to reveal the maps from behind some invisible cover.





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Posted 16 November 2015 - 02:22 AM

Having been watching the developments between the two mare's from earlier, and now those of the third that joined them as well, the burgundy stallion running the map stand was  a tad perplexed by the mares' interest in his stand. His right brow raised alongside rabbles hoof as she painted a streak in the air to signal which stand had drawn her attention. 

 

Knowing that these were his first customers of the day, Blazing did a quick check to ensure everything was set the way he wanted it to be, and that his extra parchment and ink was laid out for any possible commissions that the day had in store. Everything was in it's proper place and formatting, so with a confirming nod Blaze reset his composure and smiled gleefully at the prospect of actually getting a return on the quite hefty investment required to set up a stall.

 

Within the moments he had to make the his decisions, Blazing decided that it would be best to remain silent for the time being, allowing the customer to either confirm or deny their need for his product before opening any form of negotiations over the topic. 



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Posted 16 November 2015 - 01:55 PM

. Spark perked his ears when he heard the discussion of the two mares nearby, he looked around until he could locate them and watched as they ran off towards the map stand. most might think that Sparking having his headphones on all the time would mean that he wouldn't ever be able to hear anything, but his sense of hearing is what makes him so great. he decided to put his charm to the test and integrate himself into this event of friendliness.
 
Sparks horn glowed and hummed as he used a teleportation spell to move the short distance from where he was to a few feet away from the stall, to avoid the crowds and any possible bumping and pushing. he began to walk towards the stand with the burgundy stallion in it and spoke. "excuse me sir can i make a request for a map?" the stallion nodded and smiled happily. spark dropped a sack of bits on the countertop and said "I need you to make me a map of Equestria, for an aspiring entertainer, I need to know the best venues and theaters where I could possibly preform." 
 
The stallion rubbed his head say that it might be a bit difficult to make. Spark waved his hoof dismissing the statement. "don't worry I have the upmost faith in your abilities sir. just let me know whenever it is ready."



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Posted 18 November 2015 - 10:42 PM

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Hearing Spark's request, Blaze can't help but ask with an air of disbelief, "All of Equestria?" Blaze had no idea how he could fulfill such a request. Had this mare not seen his incomplete mad depicting equestria, or was this some sort of challenge through which he'd be tested on his ability to finish the map within a given time period? Oh how Blaze's mind did race with thought within those short moments, giving rise to madness and the mutiny of reason until he was able to pt everything back in order. A mere instant had past since he had finished his sentence, but their was still time to correct his mistake. "Oh of course! Silly me. Yes I most certainly can produce a map to serve your purpose, the only question left is how much you are looking to spend on it?" Blaze grinned happily as he stared into his customers eyes, as if to predict the true price whether or not they'd admit it.

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