"Bye Silver!" Diamond shouted down her path, holding her saddlebag over her shoulder, filled to the brim with thirty-five percent school things; books, pencils, quills, paper and the other sixty-five percent with make-up. She stood outside of her mansion's door, today her carriage driver was off sick. To Silver she said 'he's just being lazy, I bet he's just at homing dancing to his records.' But she sent a letter to the driver which read
'Dear Rusty,
Take as much as you like off, it's fine, I'll just walk myself for a few days or few weeks.
I hope your records keep you company.
From Diamond.
Rusty had always called Tiara "Diamond" or "Madame Diamond", the last was an instruction from her father but she let Rusty shorten it to Diamond. Heck, he calls her "Cotton" at times, a shorten version of "Cotton Candy", Cotton Candy was too long but he shortened it to Cotton. It didn't bother Diamond Tiara that much, underneath it all, she actually liked the name.
"See you tomorrow; hey, you got the Canterlot Gold eyelash straighteners?" Silver Spoon stood by her golden gate, leaning against the cleanest wall in the whole of Equestria.
"Pffft... I had it a month before Canterlot did." Both giggled, they finished their short little giggles and then, said goodbye with a little hoof-wave.
As Silver Spoon turned the corner, Diamond Tiara opened the door with a slow grin spreading across her face. She used a back leg kick to shut the door.
She started up the stairs, being careful to dodge all of her mom's coats, bags and other fashion things. when she reached her room, she immediately galloped to her four poster pure oak bed and dived under. She looked around the forgotten toys of old and the girls magazine; torn, ripped or just left there. When she laid eyes on a tool box, she reached out with he hoof, getting a firm grip on it's handle and pulled it back to her.
Diamond opened the rusty box as it did it's small squeak, she looked at the tools inside and the slow grin that had grown and covered a quarter of face shot up to three quarters of it; she let out a small squeak noise, the same noise any filly her age would make if they saw their favorite band in their town.
There was a small black box nailed with L-brackets in the corner, Diamond tapped the side of the toolbox, the closet to the small box. As she finished her little rhythmic tapping, a small tooth pick shot up from the toolbox, as it started to descend from it's flight, she thrust out her hoof and caught it.
She placed the small pick in her mouth and started to chew, after a few seconds of chewing on her little pick. She stuck one of her hooves in her hair and rustled around for a bit, finally stopping when a small metal ting sounded she pulled. After a large amount of tugging, a hoof-full of clips, bands and stabilizers.
As she pulled out the mess of metal and hair, Diamond's hair shook slightly then fell down, over her eyes and over her nose; she blew a couple of hairs away so she could see. After being given the power of sight again, she held up the mess again and dug into it; she pulled out a small elastic band. She pulled her hair back slightly and used her elastic band to made a pony tail.
She shut the box back up and threw her saddlebag back down, she placed the tool box on her back and she took off down the stairs; slower then she came up, being careful of the clothes on the stairs and the tool box. As she reached the bottom of the stairs and celebrated silently.
She walked around the stairs and found a small door; she opened the door and stepped into the darkness. She kicked the door back and flicked the light switch, a few dozen candles lit up; brightening up the workshop downstairs.
As she went down the stairs, she took care to dodge the tools and devices that littered every step. When she reached the bottom, she walked to a small wooden bench.
She pulled up a small box filled with junk from the side of the bench and got to work. She opened the toolbox with one hoof and pulled out a few bits, that looked like they were from a raided radio shack, with the other. She pulled out a small welder from the box and a few wires from the box, she placed the welder down next to an automatic buss saw frame and wires.
She looked through the plastic box again, pulling out an unlabeled vinyl record with some decay of an ancient sticker and throwing it like a Frisbee. As she looked more she found the record's box, it read "the Batman sound track" she threw it into a bin at the other end of the cellar, as it fell directly into it; she celebrated slightly with a short robot dance.
As Diamond kept looking, she found a red gem; she flipped it around for a minute or two then tapped it onto the table. As it made contact, red sparks flew off of the table.
She muttered "gonna need this... maybe" and threw it more softly into the pile. It hit the record slightly and a short note of a piano played, echoing through the cellar.
She then found a broken part of a toy train, she didn't know what part it was but she did know it was the component that went up and down with the wheels. Unlike most toys in the town, this was silver; enough silver to kill a horde of were-ponies.
She chucked it on the pile.
Finally she found two things: one was a small wheel, probably from a sewing machine, looking at the wood. Second was another gem; green this time. She repeated what she did with the first, spinning it in her hoof then tapping it on the table. Green sparks flew.
She tossed it gently at the record, as it hit it; it played one word "get" being sung by some-pony.
She moved the box off of the table and got to it the parts and tools. She cut half of the frame off the buzz saw's, then tapped the rubies together; both sparks hit the record and the record's little dips moved back into place, a smooth vinyl.
After a few hours of tinkering and painting with the wires, rubies and other junks pieces. She had created the contraption, she grinned the glee as she looked at it the red creation. Diamond moved some of the debris of the radio shack pieces off the table and opened a little hatch in the wood and grabbed some paper, an inkwell and a quill that lay inside. She wrote on this paper;
Dear Rusty,
You always brag about your band "river kings",
Let's see if their playing is as good as your words.
From Cotton.
She rustled into the hole another time and would an envelope and a flat cap. She slotted the letter into the envelope and licked it shut; Diamond put the letter down and dusted off the flat cap before placing it on.
she left the tools down there, if she was quick she could get there and back by the time her dad was halfway home. As she ascended the stairs with the record recorder and player on her back, she stopped and picked up a stray cardboard box on the stairs. She carefully moved the device and envelope in the box, then shut it.
She walked up to the basement door, flicked the lights off and ran for the post office.