Babs Seed Profile

It was a dark and stormy night. Under normal circumstances, if this scenario appeared in the beginning, then this would actually mean something. However, to a simple young mare riding the train at the end of her daily routines, this weather merely accentuates the dullness and blandness of her daily life, to the point of lulling the pink unicorn mare with dark pink mane into a peaceful respite, just as usual...

“SURE, DAT’S ONE WAY OF LOOKIN’ AT IT, BUT IT’S TOTALLY WRONG!”

The loud, jarring voice caused the mare to snap out of her blissful nap and even caused her to knock her head against the window by complete accident. She held the side of her head in pain; however, she still had no clue where that sound came from. Rather than worry about such a trivial matter some more, the young unicorn mare named Ruby Pinch decided to dismiss the nonsense and return to the delightful feeling of the blissful-

“NO, YOU LISTEN! DEY BOTH NEED EACHOTHER! IT’S CALLED ‘INTA-DEPENDENCY,’ AN’ DEY BOTH KNOW IT!”

This time, Ruby jumped so far from the startling, yelling noise that she hit the top of her horn on the ceiling of the car. Once again holding her head in pain, Ruby could no longer deny the existence of the loud ye-

“YEA, I KNOW! HE DOES TERRIBLE THINGS TA’ TOM! NASTY, EVEN SADISTIC THINGS! BUT IT’S OK AS LONG AS DAT’S WHAT TOM WANTS!”

At this point, Ruby has had enough of the obnoxious yelling. She angrily dismounted from her seat on the train and proceeded towards the source of the noise.

“IT’S HIS PARTNER’S JOB, TA’ FULFILL DAT NEED! AND JERRY KNOWS DAT!”

After heading back towards the rear of the train for a few minutes, Ruby finally spotted the source of the screaming voice. It came from a nutmeg-orange coated mare with a magenta and pink striped, inverted bob cut. The mare was wearing a white collared shirt with stunning red tie and a sleek black sports jacket. The mare’s cutie mark was of a magnifying glass, with a single seed that marked the diameter of the reticule, almost like an eye. She seemed to be holding a cigarette in her mouth while yelling into some sort of black cup connected to a black wire that lead into a black box attached to the wall of the train car; A ‘telephone’ from what Ruby understood.

“WHAT, YOU WANT PROOF?! WELL, DEY DO LIVE WIT’ EACHOTHER, AND... Hello?”

The mare in the business suit looked at the cup in disbelief for a moment before taliking into it again. “Hello?” After a moment, she placed the black cup on a pedestal hanging on the black box before talking to herself. “Berry, I can’t believe da bureau still can’t get me a saddle-lite phone...” She then notices an angry Ruby Pinch staring right at her. Babs casually replies, “Can I help you?” before receiving an angry hoof-slam past the side of her face. “Ow! What da hay was dat for?!” Babs shot out as she saw the random bystander who slapped her just walk away and complaining

“The inconsiderate nerve of some ponies nowadays! Haven’t they ever considered keeping it down so as not to bother others?!”

“Yea, back at you too, filly!”

Babs sighed at the loss of her telephone call before removing a tiny plastic bag from her jacket and holding it on top of her hoof. The contents of the tiny baggie held three, crimson red seeds, locked up and sealed off from the rest of the world.

“Dese puppies are makin’ me go ta’ another town in da boondocks again,” she contemplated as she reminisced about her last three cases, all in three different, isolated nooks of Equestria. “Welp, I’ll be a happy campa’, even if it ends up jus’ bein’ a waste a’ time. At da very least, It’ll keep me outta Fillydelphia for a while. Right, Berry?” She pondered as she watched out the rainy window of the train car, seeing nothing but more rain.

“At least I won’t be DAT away from civilization dis time. Y’know Berry, I’ve actually been to Ponyville before, twice in fact. It’s a pretty nice place. But both of dose times was ten years ago, who knows what it’s like now.” She continued to look out the same window when something managed to catch her eye. It was a figure of a pony, wearing what appeared to be some sort of hooded robe. Yet this robe seemed to be constructed out of only raggedy, brown leathery straps. Aside from the robe, all she could see of the pony was its ominous, glowing red eyes and the rusty, muddy woodaxe it held in its right hoof. She saw it only for a second, but that second was enough for the image to be burned into her head for years.

An hour later, the pounding rain finally ended, as the train started to enter into Ponyville. “Dere’s definitely somethin’ in dis town,” Babs began to think aloud. “Do you feel it, Berry? My coffee warned me about it. Yesterday mornin’, da milk I poured in my coffee made a sign. It said, ‘Tomorrow, you’ll arrive in a place dat’ll change your fate.” She began to worry about what else may happen to her during her relatively brief stay in Ponyville. As the train slowly came to a complete stop at the station, she grabbed her luggage and made her way off the train. Since there were only a few ponies on the train with her, the platform was relatively vacant, save for a few ponies expecting new arrivals to exit the train, and of course, her own welcoming committee.

After a bit of searching, She finally found the ponies were waiting for her. There were two ponies standing there, both wearing the same, general uniform (though that’s not much of a surprise, since they’re all members of the Ponyville police department). They were wearing the same tan button-up collared shirts with dirt brown pockets and shoulders. They also all wore gun holsters around their flanks, covering their cutie marks.

The first pony was an earth pony mare. The mare had an olive yellow coat with a simply styled strawberry red mane, adorned with a large, similarly colored bow. She was the one Babs first recognized, because this one was Babs’ cousin, Applebloom. Babs’ attention towards her cousin, however, was soon diverted by the other pony. This pony, a light purple unicorn mare with a messy, light blone mane, had a certain... air about her.

“Now you are very late,” she commented playfully to Babs. “I didn’t think you’d keep us waiting in the rain for so long.”

“FBI Special Agent Babs Seed,” she calmly replied back while flashing her badge from the Fillydelphia Bureau of Investigations. “But you can jus’ call me ‘Babs. Dat’s what everyone calls me.” Applebloom threw a smile towards Babs. It felt like it’s been forever since Applebloom has seen her favorite cousin. “Well, it’s definitely been way too long, Babs. Ah’d say it’s been at least a good ten years since ah saw ya last. How’ve ya been, cuz?”

“Things for me have been goin’ pretty well, I’d say” Babs replied stoically. “It really has been a while, hasn’t it? By da way, Applebloom, since I am here for business, I’m afraid I can’t give anypony any special treatment. Any bias would get in da way of da investigation. You understand, right?” Her cousin’s cold response had made Applebloom’s heart sink a little.

“Yea,” she replied sullenly. “Ah understand, Agent Babs...”

“Good, dat’s good” Babs answered in a professional, nonchalant manner. “Now, are either of you two da sheriff?” she asks back taking a look at both mares, starting with the one that wasn’t her cousin.

“No, I’m Deputy Sheriff Dinky Doo Hooves,” Dinky replied. Applebloom followed in turn with her answer.

“Ah’m also a deputy sheriff, Deputy Sheriff Applebloom.” Dinky then followed up on Applebloom’s comment. “Rumble, he’s the sheriff. He went to a different part of the station looking for you, actually. He should be back soon.”

Babs didn’t really put too much attention into what Dinky just said, as she was much too busy checking out the blonde mare. She turned and thought aloud to herself “Dat Dinky’s easy on da eyes. Definitely wort’ a trip ta’ dis empty nook.”
Applebloom just stared annoyingly at her cousin and blatantly stated “Ya’ do know we just heard every word of what you just said, right?” Babs was unaware that the other two were listening and began to blush profusely.

“Oh...” she answered, trying to cover up her previous remark. “Uuh... I uuh... really, like your... mane?” she said to Dinky, who just giggled at the remark.

“Ah, there you are,” a voice from behind Babs shot out. She turned around to greet this new pony, who was a light grey Pegasus stallion with a slicked back Charcoal mane and a similarly colored horseshoe moustache. He wore a white button up collared shirt underneath a black leather jacket that was adorned with a badge. On his head, he wore a dark brown fedora. On his flanks rested a gun holster, covering up his cutie mark. “Welcome to Ponyville. I’m the Sheriff. My name’s Rumble.” His piercing violet eyes and scowl that his mouth formed denoted his disdainful attitude towards Babs’ presence in Ponyville.

“FBI Special Agent Babs Seed,” she replied back while flashing her badge from the Fillydelphia Bureau of Investigations. “But you can jus’ call me Babs. Dat’s what everyone calls me.” Rumble paced back and forth in front of her.

“Could you tell me why the Fillidelphia Bureau of Investigations is so interested in a small town homicide?” he scournfully asked her. Babs professionally answered, “Let’s jus’ say it’s a personal interest in da killers of young mares. I’m always lookin’ for new sample cases ta’ help me wit’ my profilin’.” Rumble looks onto the agent with annoyed anger. “Both of our superiors cleared dis wit’ eachother,” Babs continued. “But you can remain in command. Ya don’ have a problem wit’ dis, do ya?” she asked, noticing Rumbles feelings.

“N-no, no problem,” He answered back, averting his gaze. “I just wanted to set things straight.” The latter part of his statement was saturated with his harsh tone and his displeasure. “Our small town has its share of problems,” Rumble continued as he began to circle around Babs, who pulled out and began to smoke a cigarette in response. “I’m the one fixing them, one by one, and maintaining peace and order. You can have your profiling sample, but I need you to understand that.” Rumble stopped in between Babs and the two Deputy Sheriffs.

“Of course, it’s perfectly understandable,” Babs said as turned to face the three. She blew a puff of cigarette smoke into their face. Rumble merely scrunched his nose, while the other two rapidly wove their hooves in front of them to help quickly dissipate the smoke.

“So is there anything else you need help with?” Rumble asked the agent. “Thanks,” she replied, “but I’m fine for right now. Well den, I think I’ll rest up first. Den I’ll join you on your investiga-.”

“I don’t know how to say this,” Rumble interrupted, “But we really don’t need your help. Unlike some of your corrupt city police officers, I play it by the book,” he lectured to Babs, The tone in his voice beginning to rise. “I hope you come to appreciate that, Agent ‘Seed,” he stated, placing heavy emphasis on her last name to accentuate his contempt for her. “And we’ll handle the investigation. You just think of this as a vacation,” Rumble rambled on in an almost sarcastic manner. “Take it easy, enjoy the nature here. You don’t have to be a tree worshiper to appreciate the wildlife here,” he finished as he left the three ponies and the train station.

Babs turned to herself and thought aloud “Berry, let’s reassess da situation here. There aren’t any cave-ponies; we’re as far forward as da founding of Equestria! And it seems we’ve just met da ‘Princess Platinum’ of dis town.” Applebloom turns to her cousin and blandly states

“... Okay, seriously; ya really need to stop sayin’ those things where everypony can hear ya.”