Magic Mishaps

Midnight Scroll

Midnight woke up in the large bed and checked the sheets to kook sure no fur has come off. Seeing none, he got out of the bed and prepared to shower. Upon seeing the bathroom, he guessed how most of this will work. Well, besides how the shower would even get heated. It would probably be cold unless the motel could afford a magic heating spell or something. They could have water heaters, through the use of gas and electricity.

He was about to get into the shower, but he paused. ‘Now how do I go about this? Magic.’ He then turned on the shower, waited a moment, and when it surprisingly got heated, he stepped in and did his business.

-Line break because describing this for him will be awkward!-

Some time later, Midnight got out the shower, adequately dried himself off, and got his magic book from yesterday out, and started reading where he left off. He started on the next spell, called the illumination spell. It was just a beam of light that could be concentrated into a sphere of light that floats above your horn. After that, you would disconnect the light from your magic after filling it up with enough magic to last a while. It seemed pretty complicated, but he tried nonetheless.

“Step one: Make a spark of magic.” he read. “If you can make a spark of magic, this spell would go smoothly for you. Just ignite just the tip of your horn, and don’t keep it lit. Make each ignition be a split second.” Midnight tried to make just his tip ignite, and it was much easier than making his whole horn light up. Next, he concentrated and stopped for split seconds, and his horn did the same. Sometimes his horn would flicker, sometimes it would stay lit. Eventually, sparks snapped into existence. Once he had it, he recreated the feeling until sparks just kept popping up. Once that happened, he looked back towards the page.

“Step two: Light.” he read. “After getting the spark, you now have to use the same feelings you used to create the sparks, but with your entire horn. Remember to slowly ignite your horn to the base, or you will have more light than what you know what to do with.” Midnight did this, but stopped the flickering of his horn. Sparks continuously shot out, and it got brighter and larger the more of his horn he ignited. About halfway there, and he almost got it. Just a little more, and he-

“Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie!” Pinkie pie said having appeared next to Midnight, startling him so much that his entire horn instantly ignited, and the resulting flash literally left him with more light than he knew what to do with. Luckily and somehow, the light flew out of the open door, never to be seen again. Because it fizzled out somewhere above the town. Midnight was dizzy and disorientated, and Pinkie rolled across the floor and presumably hit her head. “Owie…” she muttered. “My names Pinkie and I have never seen you~...” she rubbed her head, got up, and took a deep breath. Midnight regained his senses, and glared at her. “Around the town before, I thought you were in the hospital but I found out that you weren't there, so I went all over town asking everypony if they knew you, and not many ponies saw you so I thought to myself ‘Hey, I haven’t seen Applejack around lately’ so I went to her farm and Big Mac-boy is he a hottie- was talking to Granny Smith about ‘the guy looking for his sis’  and they were laughing about something but I didn’t care about that until I heard him say he never seen him around town before and then I gasped really loudly and asked him what he meant and he said ‘there was a stallion here yesterday’ but he doesn't say more than a sentence a day so I asked his sister who confirmed it-shes more social than him- so I eventually went to the only three motels around and I found you through it.” Pinkie took the largest breath Midnight had ever seen or heard in his entire life. If she had lungs, they must be strong. “And I have to totally bring you to a party pronto like.” She grabbed Midnight by the hoof and they both appeared in the middle of the Apple Fields.

Midnight ignored the seemingly teleportation they just went through, and slapped off Pinkie’s hoof. “No. I don’t like parties. I don’t know you. You just abducted me AFTER you barged into my apartment and caused me to almost blind myself. So far, I’m don’t like you.”

“Aw, come on?” Pinkie said. “Please? The party isnt even that far away.” her eyes grew impossibly large and they moved slightly and sparkled. “Pweeze?”

“Maybe if you INVITED me instead of dragging me here. Now, I am going back to my room, and you are free to KNOCK on my door and INVITE me to this party if you want. THEN we will see.”

-A short time later-

Midnight was back in his apartment, and ready to perform step three. “Step three: Gather the light in your telekinesis, fill it with magic slowly, and make sure not to overfill it with magic.” Midnight did just that. He made the ball of sparks appear, grabbed it in his telekinesis, and condensed the magic slowly and steadily into the sphere. After a solid two minutes, he had a light. Then he threw it into the trash, placed something on top, and moved the trashcan to the center of the room. Because it was a tiny metal can with a multitude of holes in the side, the light shone through in straight beams that looked neat. “Nice.”

Knock Knock

“Ah.” Midnight said as he went to the door and opened it. After opening the door, he was met with Derpy/Ditzy. “Hello miss?”

“Ditzy.” the wall eyed blond pegasus mare said. “I have your mail from Pinkie Pie.” she handed him a letter. “Nice trashcan.” she said. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Sure?” Midnight said/asked. Ditzy floated inside the room, and took a seat on the floor.

“I want to warn you.” she floated towards the ceiling, clung to it, and looked at him, while upside down. “Pinkie could get… very strange when ponies say they don't like her. You might have a hard time dealing with-” Ditzy began to slip from on the ceiling, so she flapped her wings once, and she clung back to the ceiling. Then she trotted across the ceiling. “-her if something like that happens. Believe me, I know. She tries to be nice, but she can't really see if shes going too far.”

“I will warn her when she starts pushing me. If she does go too far, I have no reason to stay here any longer than strictly necessary. While I would like to be her friend, there is some things I will not put up with.” Midnight said, and Ditzy shrugged slightly. She almost left herself until she got an understanding of Pinkie, so she knows where this was coming from.

“Alright. Just give her a chance, okay?” Ditzy asked.

“Will do, as I said, I would like to be her friend.” Midnight said. Ditzy nodded, flopped from the ceiling, flipped, and landed on her hooves. ‘She’s pretty coordinated.’ he thought as she walked out the apartment. Midnight was left with the invitation. “Lets see what this is.” he read the note.

Storm Scroll

Storm sat in the bed, reading a book on magic and magical theories. A lot of them seemed flawed, and most of them were downright ridiculous. Seriously, Discord wasn’t always around, so he isn’t the source of magic. Some of these seemed doable though. There was something specific he was looking for, and it just wasn’t here. He wouldn’t want the twins to go all the way to the library to get him another book, so he kept reading what he had.

Storm closed his eyes and focused on getting a mental picture of something, but nothing happened. “Well that doesn't work anymore.” he sighed. He was about to continue reading, but then Doctor Redheart walked into the room. “Sup, doctor.” he greeted.

“Good morning, Storm.” she picked up a clip board. “You have a visitor right now. I know it’s pretty early. You can turn them away if you want to.” she said.

“Is it Pinkie Pie or a Princess?” he asked.

“Neither, it is a little dragon. The one who gave the note from the princess saying you are to stay here.” she said, and walked through the doors. “I’ll be back shortly.” she said. After a solid two minutes, Spike walked into the room holding a note. “Hey.” he said.

“You alright?” Storm asked, hearing the slight irritation in his voice. “If you didn’t want to come, you didn’t have to.” he stated in a matter-of-factly voice.

“No, it’s not that.” he said.

“Your boss running you to the ground?”

“No.”

“You got launched through the air and landed flat on your face, and passerbyes just laughed at it?”

“No.” Spike said. “Why would you think that?”

“Oh, no reason.” Storm said, thinking of the fourth seasoning sauce. He then shifted his back so he wasn’t laying directly on his wings. That hurt. “Girl troubles?”

“...” Spike fidgeted in place. ‘Bingo, it’s about Rarity.’ he thought to himself. He also knew that Spike knew he didn’t know Rarity at all/ Or any of the other elements of harmony for that reason. Storm only feels safe saying what has already been said because Spike came in here a little bit of time after Midnight left. Now he had to plan his next words decisively.

“So, who's the lucky filly or dragoness, huh?” Storm said, slowly. Spike raised an eyebrow at the slowness of his speech, but luckily Storm subconsciously made pained breaths. He was still hurt slightly. “Sorry, but your answer?”

“I’m not sure…” he twisted his leg. Storm sighed lowly.

“Do you want me to guess?” he asked. In truth, he would just say Rarity in an off the bat sort of way, ask a few questions, and maybe say something about a cake filled with diamonds. Cakes and diamonds taste like a crunchy treat, after all. Spike gave him a challenging look, as if to say ‘You’ll never guess.’ Storm accepted, his skills at knowing stuff far exceeding what the dragon would expect from him. “A mare, probably youthful. Kind hearted and possibly… Artistic. Reminds you of home in a way, but at the same time, doesn’t. A mare that was close to you, perhaps?” he scratched his chin. “No, she’s close to a person that is close to you. Am I correct?”

“How in the name of the moon and the stars could you have possibly known that?” Spike nearly fell over.

“Because I’m amazing.” Storm shrugged. “So, if you don't want to tell me exactly who you are after, I wont ask.” he rolled to the side, his wings getting under him again. A bird tapped the window, chirped, and flew away.

“I dont really… I’m kinda afraid to.” Spike pulled out a note.

“Okay, I’ll find out on my own after I heal correctly. I’m sure somebody knows.” Storm mentally cursed himself for letting that phrase slip. Ponies are the majority in these lands, and even Spike says is. He’s not even a pony! Storm hoped he didn’t catch that slip up.

“You said ‘everybody’.” Spike said with a confused expression. “Are you from a multispecies town?” he asked.

“Manehattan.” Storm said. In truth, he didn’t know is Manehattan was pony only like other towns, but he hoped that was the case. Hey, he could just be getting a huge lucky break with that. If he does, he could get away with things he doesn't want to lose.

“Oh, I know a griffin that lives there. He moved from Canterlot.” Spike said. “Do you know a griffin named Zephyr?” he asked. The answer to the question was obviously no, but Storm wanted to try his guessing luck.

“Is he a griffin?” He asked.

“Obviously.”

“Brown feathers mostly?”

“Yeah.”

“Golden crown feathers?”

“No.”

“Then no, never heard of him.”

Spike placed the poorly concealed letter on the table. “Anyways, here is the letter from Princess Luna.” he looked at the seal, a black wax stamp with a white crescent moon. “She said it was a Telepathic Connection spell, and before you ask how she knew, she can read minds. Her words, not mine.” Spike said. “It was pre cast, so you just have to say the words.”

“Is it in a weird foreign language?”

“No.” Spike said. “It’s just really easy to forget.” he burped up a letter, and Storm clapped his hooves. After reading it, Spike glanced out the window. “I gotta go. Stuff to do.” he left to Storm waving him off, then Storm looked at the desk that was just out of his reach. ‘Crap.’ he thought. After literally twiddling his hooves, he had the genius idea to slam the book slightly and hope the gust of wind blows the paper in his direction.

Puff

The letter somehow did exactly what he thought it was going to do. “I wasn’t even going to use the spell yet, but whatever.” the grey pegasus opened his book.

Princess Celestia and Luna

Princess Celestia, the tall, regal looking (and sexy) alicorn with the tri colored mane that flowed in a constant, ethereal breeze sat upon a solid gold throne. It was new, since her other, more comfortable throne mysteriously disappeared. The new one was uncomfortable, as it lacked the support and cushions that most chairs had. Even though gold is a soft metal, that didn't mean it was soft. Also, she couldn't just melt her way through the chair, as, despite rumors of the contrary, she isn’t immune to flames and heat, and sitting in molten metal would ruin her plot.

Celestia ignited her very large horn in a golden light, and a cup of hot tea appeared in front of her. The item teleportation spell was a handy thing. You never really had to bother others with getting your things if you did. Taking a sip from the very bitter tea (she botched the spell), she felt tremors in the force. “Luna? Is that you?” she asked.

Princess Luna, the shorter blue alicorn, walked in. “Tis me, sister.” she coughed into her hoof. “Apologies, we seem to have caught a bug.” she coughed some more.

“Insects or a sickness, sister?” the elder alicorn chuckled, as she remembered a moment from Luna’s youth, when she was so excited about flying and she yelled about it. She caught a large, and gross insect in her mouth. Celestia chuckles about it every so often, and she even started that phrase to mess with her little sister. Her sister flew up to the golden throne. Celestia keeps forgetting to buy another throne for Luna, should she decide to wake up during the day. Then again, they aren't usually in the throne room at the same time.

“Sickness.” Luna said. “And I do not appreciate you spreading that around, as we know the phrase ‘caught a bug’ came from you.” she huffed. “Honestly, you think us a fool.” she muttered

Celestia laughed, this time louder. “No, I dont! I just hoped you wouldn’t catch that till later!”

“Treachery!” Luna cried, and a few guard rushed into the room. “Your services are not required, I merely jested.” the guards awkwardly shuffled out of the room.

Celestia got off the throne and began to dramatically walk towards one of the glass windows. The window showing the recent defeat of Discord, the twice defeated mad king, getting his hide handed to him by six mares and their magic rainbow. Luna looked to the glass window and smiled a bit. “What exactly freed him again, sister?”

“It was the fact that since we are no longer connected to the Elements, the spell has been broken.” Celestia ruffled her wings and a large blast of air flew through the room. Luna’s tiara fell from her head and her mane blew back some.The same with Celestia, but hers was wilder. She laughed. “That was me, I forgot about how strong my wings are sometimes.”

Luna blew some stray galaxies from her muzzle. “Liar.”

Celestia put a hoof to her chest and gasped like she was scandalized. “Who? Me?” she asked. “I thought you trusted me, Lulu.” she tilted her head and smiled.

“Dont call me Lulu…” Luna muttered, reaching telekinetically to where her tiara was and pulled it back onto her head, after dusting it. She didn't need to, as the room was almost never dirty.

Celestia took Luna’s crown and lifted it into the air. “It doesn’t matter how old you get, you’ll always be my Lulu.” she said sweetly, and moved her head closer as Luna tried to take her tiara back. “Or would you like to be called Woona?” Luna blushed and kept her mouth shut. She knew that Celestia would skip around the castle singing her old cutie name that foals called her during the early days of their reign. Luna would never hear the end of it. Even if she ordered it so.

“S-stop that!” she cried out, Celestia wasn’t done with her, and she grabbed the smaller Alicorn with her hooves and tackled her to the ground. The tiara clattered to the ground, and Celestia assaulted Luna with a strong hug. Luna knew how to escape, and began to wiggle out, having seemingly forgotten to use her horn. “Let us go!” she could feel the guards ready to burst into the doors, and she knew that she would be seen by them. The thoughts made her push upon her sister even harder.

“Nope.” Celestia began to tickle, yes tickle Luna on the spot. Luna’s body thrashed about like she was having a mini seizure, and she couldn’t let down the torrent of giggles that escaped her mouth. Celestia laughed and moved to the sweet spots. Luna couldn’t fight back at that point, and her restraint on the laughs coming from her mouth. Eventually, Luna wiggled out Celestia took a moment to realize. “Aw, you’re no fun.” Celestia pouted that time.

Luna took a few deep gasps, trying to regain her breath. “Why*gasp*did thou do that?”

“I refuse to answer.” Celestia turned her head to the side, closing her eyes.

“You…” Luna grumbled.

“Aside from that,” Celestia began, getting up from her sitting position. “I noticed you are talking in a more… Modern dialect.” she summoned some water, and drank it. It wasn’t bitter this time.

“Oh?” Luna asked.

“You weren't taking any care to try and modernize your speech before this week, actually.” Celestit took another sip.

“I do things while you sleep, sister.” Luna said.

“I know that, but between your wrestling animals and the night court, you don’t do anything else but dream walk.” Celestia took another sip. “And you tend to avoid others, aside from the night court and guards.”

“I have other things, sister.” Luna said.

“No.” Celestia took another sip. “No, you don’t.”

“And how do you know that, sister?”

“Because when the speech of a creature that only sleeps reaches an accent of another time in a week, the creature was mind bleeding.” she took yet another sip. “And you know how dangerous that is. You know what happened last time.” she said, solemnly.

“How would you even know that?” Luna asked.

“Because I’m your sister.” Celestia drank all the water. “I know things.”

“I was not bleeding, sister.” Luna defended herself. “And you don’t have to look after me like a foal. I learn from my mistakes.” she began to walk away. “And the cake for the charity ball is nearly finished.”

“This isn’t the first time you said that.” Celestia muttered, and teleported to her office.

Midnight Scroll

The former human made it to the party, just around the time he supposed it was supposed to start. He wasn't throwing around preconceived conclusions, but he was pretty sure Pinkie could predict where and when somebody was going to appear someplace. That, or she is really good at guessing. Even if there was no address, she still had a chance of guessing where he would first appear and probably plan a party there.

He walked through the doors of Sugarcube Corner, and was greeted with the unexpected sight of a small party. Really? He didn’t think she was capable of inviting less than half the town. For parties including more than just her personal friends that is.

He saw a few familiar faces among the mix, including Ditzy and Time Turner. Generally, the ponies that he had seen earlier with a few others were around. It wasn't huge, like said earlier. Midnight estimated about... Maybe forty-ish ponies here. Give or take. "Hello!" the echoed, yet familiar high pitched voice of Pinkie Pie called from right in front of him.

"Greetings." Midnight said.

"Everypony, this is Midnight, the new pony in town!" she called out to the group, latching a hoof around his neck in a slightly supportive and... Friendly way. "Now I want you lot to give this fellow the old fashioned Ponyville welcome!" she disappeared in a poof of confetti.

Midnight coughed twice, not because there was a miniature explosion next to him, but out of reflex. A realistically new reflex. A few ponies trotted over to him and and introduced themselves. Bulk Biceps, Time Turner, Bon-Bon, Cloudchaser, a pony named Cliffhanger, and a few others met his acquaintance.

The party was nice and all, but Midnight was the kind of guy who would go back into a corner and read. This time, he found a few games that he was familiar with. Well, somewhat familiar. There was the game of life, eels and escalators, scramble, and a few brand name games that had been altered with pony puns. It was kind of cute, actually.

Midnight had no clue what to do now. He is hardly a social person, and has never been to a party before, largely because of a lack of interest.

A pony, the manager from earlier, noticed him awkwardly to the left, and walked over. She weaved through the small crowd of mingling ponies, and made it to his side. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself. Come on, mingle with some ponies."

"I’m not too good at mingling. Or small talk and the like.” he said.

"I can help you, if you like to." she offered. "Oh, and we can get some food?"

"I like food.” the two walked over to one of the several tables within the building, that were cleared out for food and a multitude of delicious treats. The table they went to had a large salad looking thing, topped with tons of fruits and... Just fruits actually.

The two got bowls and walked over to a mingling group, the mare because she wanted to, and Midnight because he was following. Once there, he heard an interesting conversation about Pinkie Pie.

"Oh, I never got your name. Mine is Apple Crest." Apple Crest offered out her hoof in that weird hand shaking thing. Midnight accepted.

"Midnight Scroll." he said. "I’m guessing you’re part of the Apple family?”

"Yes, lived and raised on a farm." she took a note of her salad. "That wasn't the life I wanted, so I left."

"And now you own a motel?" he more stated than asked. "Not bad, actually. Especially considering how nice it is." In truth, he wasn't really expecting much more than a small room with an uncomfortable bed and no or cold running water. It actually looked... More like what've was used to rather than his mental image on it. Somewhat surprising.

"Yep. Get more than enough bits to get by. Plenty, actually. I wonder how long it would take to make it a chain..." she put a hoof on her chin and looked up, in thought.

"Depends on the cost." Midnight said. "And whether or not you can find reliable people to help run things when you aren’t there personally. For I would imagine it would be rather hard to keep stuff running in Canterlot while you are personally in Ponyville.”

"Maybe. I mean, I would have to hire a new boss for the new place, make sure he isn't going to swindle the customers, and make sure he doesn't trash the place. That's pretty much it." she said.

"One way to help ensure that is to tie his income to the amount of profit the place makes. Say it makes one thousand bits in a period of time, he gets a hundred of that. If he does good, and rake in more bits, he himself also gets to take home more bits, where as he does a crummy job, his paycheck automatically takes a hit. Then all you have to do is drop in every once in a while, and make sure the bookkeeping is in order, and he isn’t fibing about the amount of money coming in, but otherwise you’re good.”

"If it gets large enough, the chain I mean, I wouldn't be able to get to every place. Maybe I can hire a guy?"

"If it got that large, it would only make sense to hire an accountant to keep track of all that money, and making sure everyone is honest. That’s sorta what Accountants are for, after all.”

"True." Apple Crest nodded, and the two began to eat their respective plates of food. Across the way, he saw Thunderlane and Rumble laughing and joking across the way while a nearby Rainbow Dash looked like she was about to strangle Thunderlane. When she put him in a headlock, Rumble and Rainbow laughed.

The rest of the party was pretty much uneventful. A few ponies came over and introduced themselves, made small talk, and such, but that was mostly it. Pinkie tried to give him a hot sauce cupcake a few times, but she gave up when she found that he really, really wasn't interested. A few greetings here and there, the only pony that stood by him almost the entire time, was Apple Crest.

The two spoke of things, and Midnight gave a few stories from his human life, obviously subtlety changed into a version more fitting to the current circumstances, and they somehow gave her the reaction he had hoped for. He refused to go into his personal life, for obvious reasons.

By then, the party was over, and it was just the two sitting there, only everyone else left or were doing other things. Their talking continued for a while, then he realized that he was going to inquire on the status of his 'brother'.

"Well, this has been fun, but there was something I needed to do." he said, getting up.

"Oh?" she asked. "That's fine, I actually have to go to the market." she got up as well. "See you around." the two nodded silently and left.

Storm Scroll

Storm was walking around the hospital, finally cleared for exercise, the first step of recovery. He wasn't sure if of how well Luna cast her spell, but it was working. Sure, he felt as if his ribs were being punched, but it was safe for walking. Apparently, a large ass crack just disappeared, although it was probably the chemicals in his blood. The ones that pretty much melt your bones on the inside and mend them.

He ignored the pain, as he felt more before and braved it in the same way. Besides, unless he jumped out a window, his condition wouldn't get worse. He may even get out by tomorrow, or stay until he has full range of movement. He would just need to get some disinfectants and bandages. Or a week, if the internal bleeding doesn't clot up. Maybe he should just get back to his room...

It wasn't that far, so instead of listening to his wimpy ass thoughts, he went around one more time, because exercise.

After he made it back to his room soon and settled in by trying to sit in a chair, then finding it very painful, he got onto the bed and laid down. Not a minute later, Midnight walked in. Because punctuality.

"Suo." he said, trying to sound like his ribs didn't hurt. It worked.

"Hey, how have you been?”

"Meh." he shrugged. "I have been better. Want me to guess what you did today?"

"Sure.”

"Pinkie party." he said. That was probably what spike was talking about earlier. No reason for get to not have noticed him walking around by now.

"A surprisingly small one.” Midnight said, surprising Storm. A small party? Since when?

"Like what, the elements? How would she possibly know that you don’t like parties?"

"Not quite that small. Three to four dozen, at most. But I do recall seeing Rainbow there.” Midnight said.

"Did she break into your house? Also, I felt something weird. Did she break the fourth wall?"

"There is no fourth wall to break, we aren’t in a story after all. She did break into the apartment, but I asked her to not do that again, almost caused me to blind us both.”

Storm gasped slightly, and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What?" he asked. "Why in gods name?"

"I was practicing some magic, specifically a light spell, when she appeared behind me and yelled ‘Hello’. Shocked me, and caused me to pump WAY too much magic into the spell.”

"Jesu Cristo." he muttered. "Damn. Hope I don't do crazy shit when she realizes that I am in town."

"Well, unless you are currently handling a cloud or something, I can’t imagine you doing anything too bad in your shock. Except maybe hit her, if you’re that kind of person that lashes out when surprised.”

"That was one time!" he yelled for dramatic effect. It wasn't that loud  and he was pretty sure nobody else heard it. In fact, he knew, as the sounds didn't reach to the sounds of hooves or the barely audible breathing. Well, maybe it did. Distance and sounds coming from himself are hard to track. Even still, he winced in pain, contracting his lungs much further than what he wanted.

"You alright?” Midnight asked, a concerned tone in his voice.

"Yep." Storm said. "I inhaled too sharply after yelling."

"Be careful then. Don’t want to aggravate the injuries you already got. Anyways, anything interesting happen since yesterday?”

"A dragon snuck in here." Storm said, then looked over at where he left the book.

"Purple with green spines? What was he doing here?”

"He gave me a letter from Luna. We were just talking after. And yes, the whelp you speak of was Spike." Storm said, getting the book and turning to one of the bookmarked pages. Something cool he wanted to show Midnight.

"What did Luna send you?" Midnight asked, finally taking a seat, as he was standing this whole time.

"A spell I asked for. We are in pony world, and this the most dangerous of all the worlds. The spell allows for telekinetic communication." he pulled out the letter and read it. "Dear Storm, here is the spell you asked for. Luna. After that is the spell."

"First, this is hardly the most dangerous of worlds, off the top of my head, that honor would belong to Warhammer. Second, how did you get Luna to get you that spell? Seems like it would be rather complicated.”

"I actually reminded her that she was looking for it, and she gave me a copy when she found it."

"I hope it’s a prepared spell, otherwise it won’t do us much good for a good while.”

"We both read a half of the spell, and vuala." he clopped a hoof on his other hoof.

"What are the parameters of the spell? Like, does it only transmit our thoughts when we want it to? How long does it last? Is there a maximum distance?”

"Hold up, I'll explain." he said. "Alright, so the spell kinda has a set distance. We only have a mile or so, depending on how long we use it. Say we use it for a month or so. We have more range. The limit we can use it is a few miles before it stops stretching. Also, Luna said the spell is thought activated. This might mean we just think of who we want to talk to, and the receiving person gets a specific feeling. Not sure what, but I guess that is to keep the connection closed probably."

"Hmm, I will want to study that spell later on, see how it works. Anyways, it would make sense if it only worked between the two of us, or at least only with people who also have this spell on them. Sorta like Transceivers, we can send the signal all we want, but if the other person doesn’t have something to pick up with, we are just wasting our time.”

"Hell, using the spell could give us slight telekinesis. Or was that a different spell?" he tapped his chin. "Meh, we’ll cross that later."

"So, what are we waiting for? It seems like a rather handy spell to have.” Storm handed the paper over, and Midnight grabbed it with his hoof.

"Just read up to the line,  and hand it to me."

"I do what I want.”

"Do you want to use the spell, or don't you?" Storm asked, smirking lightly at his friend. 'Ha.' he thought.

"Duh. I SAID I do what I want.” Not hearing a reply, he began to read the spell. "Let those with closed minds open them, and have those apart be joined as one." he blinked.

"As one you stand, fight, and learn! As one, you rule, you live, you survive! Join together, and survive as an equal!" A flash went through the room. "Okay, that's it."

"That was a rather interesting activation phrase. I’d have gone for something simpler, but it was neat all the same.”

"It was written in a different time. Like thousands of years ago, yet compared to human civilization, still thousands but to a lesser extent." Storm yawned, yet covered his mouth. "You have a mare name."

"Meh, I like it.”

"Well, its unisex, anyway. So its cool. Kewl. Heh, Cartmen."

"Lets see if we can get this spell to work.” ‘Testing testing, one two.’ Midnight thought, concentrating on Storm. He didn't feel anything different, but hey.

'X wing standing by.' Came Storms reply. Star Wars. Best references ever. 'And cupcakes are yummy.' Came a similar sounding voice. Midnight didn't know how he knew, but he felt like the connection was stopped with those words.

"Alright. Well, I'm going to do shit around here. And by shit, I mean nothing. Because Luna wont let me leave."

"If I had any authority, I would do the same. It’s not good to leave before the doctors clear you, even if you think you’re good. Tons of nasty shit can be going on that you can’t even feel till they become a actual problem.” Captain Logic logiced.

"Meh."

"Well… What do you want to do now? Still got a few hours before it gets late.”

"Not sure. Never was good about deciding small things." He paused for a while. "I have a few interesting pages in this magical theories book that we could look at. May even help. With whatever."

"That sounds interesting. I got a book of easy spells from Twi, and have been studying those in my free time.”

"Excellent." Storm reached over and pulled out the book. "Alright, let me just find the page. You can move the chair closer, if you want." As he said that, Midnight decided to move his chair closer.  As Storm found the pages, they began to discuss what seemed to work and what didn't seem to. For the remainder of the evening, it was just the two of them, making lists and such. Doctor Redheart stopped by at some point, about to tell Midnight that visiting hours were up. After seeing the two, she decided against it. Somewhere in the night, they both fell asleep.