ASMW - AU - Somthing About That School
Somthing About That School
Twilight looked down at her happily yipping assistant and sighed, "We really need to get you a proper body."
Spike yipped again and then went back to eating his kibble. She would need some gem stones and a power point to perform a transformation ritual, but the nearest power point is miles outside of Canterlot. But maybe all the magical flux in and around that school indicates an alternate energy source.
"Right," Twilight says, "Spike, let's go."
The gems were the easy part, a quick suggestion spell and the jeweler thought she had already paid for the large sapphire, ruby, and emerald now residing in her coat pockets; the school, not quite so easy. They arrived while class was still in session to avoid being spotted while they did a walk about the school area. Twilight noticed the peculiarities right away. The front of the school had recently been rebuilt, and the magical energies surrounding the entire black were chaotic. As she had expected, an AU m-energy bubble. There must be a portal nearby, but the spell used to locate such things is better done in the dark.
A bell rings inside the school and Twilight slides into her car, she would come back early in the AM to cast the spells.
Twilight starts awake to the sound of her blaring alarm and flashing LED display that reads three AM. She groggily smacks at the plastic device until it quiets. "Five more minutes," She mumbles, but Spike is having none of it and begins climbing all over his older sister, yipping and nipping at her hair and ears. "Ok, ok, I'm up!" Twilight shouts as she attempts to bat the "ferocious" puppy off her head.
Spike says something in dog, but Twilight doesn't speak dog, and besides, he's probably just scolding her for staying up too late again. Twilight begins going through her morning routine: brush teeth, brush hair, change clothes, feel sorry for herself for getting stuck on this assignment, grab her keys, some chalk, a hand full of gems, Spike, and head out to do some magic.
Canterlot is dead that this hour, all sensible people being at home, asleep, and the senseless ones at work or a party. The school and surrounding neighborhood are dark and silent as Twilight and Spike step out of her car. "Ok, let's get this over with. We wont be able to do anything fancy tonight, but maybe we can get you a proper body, at least." Spike yips in agreement, or disagreement, Twilight is to tired to care.
She pulls a small, laminated piece of paper about the size of a playing card out of her jacket pocket and touches a small amethyst stone to the side which contains a detailed diagram of a ritual circle and whispers. "Fall into the void." A tiny light sparks to life between the card and amethyst. It floats like a dust mote in the air and gently wafts toward the school on an unknown breeze.
Pretty much useless in most situations, the light mote will move toward the area with the lowest m-energy and go out. In this particular instance it will float to where the portal is letting the AU m-energy into their universe. Most portals are attached to mirrored surfaces, so Twilight is unsurprised when the mote disappears as it touches the mirrored surface of the statue in the center of the front area. "Well, there's our portal, now let's see if we're compatible." Twilight pulls out the chalk, a glowing diamond, and a small, dull pearl from her coat and kneel on the side of the statue opposite the road, so as not to be seen.
Manually drawing a ritual circle is a pain, but just like every other adept, she know how. Down go the gem stones and out comes the short ritual chant for the spell. The diamond glows brighter for a moment and Twilight begins a second chant. After a moment the pearl shines dully and Twilight stops her chanting. "Well, it's your lucky day mister," She scratches behind Spike's ear, "We're compatible. You know what to do." Spike looks at her with a "the hell am I supposed to do right now, stupid" look and Twilight sighs. "We shouldn't have just picked the first thing we saw, that's was stupid." Spike nods. Twilight whispers a quick spell that erases the chalk and begins redrawing, replacing the pearl with the ruby, sapphire, and emerald.
This second chant is long and complex, weaving the words into a tapestry of light, song, and magic. Spike howls low in his throat, adding to the mix and the gems begin to glow brighter and brighter until they flash like tiny suns and the chant stops. When her eyes clear Twilight sees that the spell has worked and Spike, now with a human body, lays naked on the concrete. "I'll go get the clothes." She says, and walks over to the car.
Spike groans behind her, "Yeah, you do that, I'll just lie here for a moment... I had forgotten how much transformation magic hurts."
Twilight chuckles, "Stop being a baby, it's not that bad." Spike doesn't bother replying as she walks back from the car with some large boots, jeans, a hoodie, and a belt. She unceremoniously drops them on his chest.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it, now get dressed, I want to be out of here before someone comes to check out that flash."
"Too late," Spike says as he ducks behind the statue. The sound of a car pulling to a stop forces Twilight into hiding next to Spike, who is putting on clothes as if his life - or at least indecent exposure charges - is on the line.
"... right here." a girl says as a car door opens.
"Think Twilight is back?" A girl with a southern accent asks.
"Maybe, but I don't think so, she just left." The first girl says. A couple more cars pull up.
"Did you really have to wake me up for this?" Says a tired girl, "I have track in the morning."
"Stop whinin' Dash," Says the country girl, "I'd rather bu up at four AM every morning for a week than have another one of Equestria's nut cases sneakin' up on me... 'cept for you, Sunset, you can sneak up on me anytime."
"That joke was terrible and you should feel terrible for making it." The tired on - Dash - says.
"Hey guys, I brought snacks!" A new girl says.
"Thanks Pinkie." four or five girls chorus.
Spike, now fully dressed, peeks out from behind the statue for a second and whispers, "There are six of them, all magically enabled, but using some foreign energy. One seems powerful, but I think I can take her."
"No need," Says Twilight, "One seems to know me, I'll talk to them."
Spike shrugs, "Your funeral if they're hostile."
"Stop being dramatic," She whispers back, then, "Hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle." Twilight steps out to face the six girls, one of whom she recognizes, "Hey Pinkie." She waves.
"Hey Twilight!" Pinkie waves enthusiastically over the top of an old sedan with Cakes Bakery stenciled on the side, "Why are you back so soon?"
"Back? Pinkie, I saw you this morning."
"Oooh~, you're that Twilight."
Then it dawns on her, "There's been another Twilight running around, hasn't there?"
"Yep!" Pinkie says.
"Ah, that makes sense."
"Oh. My. Glob." Says Spike from behind Twilight, "She's so beautiful!"
"Spike." Twilight says, exasperated, but it's too late, he's already moving at the speed of love struck idiot towared the flame haired one, hitting her with a body slam / hug / pheromone haze / magical alcohol. On Spike's planet, it's called a mating ritual, on Twilights it's called the dance of sex and death. Doubly so for a guy who get's a "crush" on anything with compatible parts.
The flame haired one doesn't even know what hit her before she's wrapped up in arms and yards of too big sweater and dazed by the ambient magic, "Can I keep her?" Spike asks excitedly, "I promise to feed her and walk her and cuddle her every day!"
"No, Spike," Twilight says sternly, "We aren't on Dragonia anymore, you can't just pick up the first creature you see and claim her as your own."
"But Twilight!" While most of the girls stand in stunned silence, the one with the blonde hair wearing a had raises an eyebrow. "Well, she'd some form of Twilight, that's for sure, only she can inspire such insanity in my life."
"Hey!"
"Ok, Twilight and you, Pinkie."
"Yes, well, it seems we have a lot to talk about," Twilight says, "Shall we find a 24 hour cafe in which to do so?"
"That's about what I'm thinking," Says the rainbow haired one, "I need at least 2 espressos before anything else happens."
"Mmf!" The six of them look at Spike, who appears to be gently snuggling the flame haired one to death.
"Dammit Spike!"