Fallout Equestria: Desperados V3 (Bonds of Platinum)

Fallout: Equestria

Desperado’s V3: Bonds of Platinum

Ch 4, Merchant Road, Part 2.

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All we needed to do was keep trotting up the market road to reach the boutique, the road was one big spiral up the hill that passed through the outer-city and inner-city, ending at the tomb of Princess Platinum. The further up we went the less crowded it became as more specialized shops became the norm. Things that didn't require heavy hoof traffic to make sales, as the shops offered more necessary goods, often for the locals themselves over selling to other merchants. And the higher we trotted, the more well built the building became, and the less everything stank, even the road was now made of brick over compressed dirt.

Finally reaching where the outer-city ended and the Inner-city started, a solid wall separated the two, a white wall made of brick, cement, and topped with pointed scrap metal. Two Steel Rangers stood guard at a closed gateway, unmoving, and armed with a minigun each.

Live Axle let out a sigh. "So they finished their damn wall I see."

"I imagine the uptowners in New Appaloosa would have loved their own wall too." Star snarked.

Taking a deep breath, I trotted up to the guards and with the most diplomatically pleasant voice and smile, I said. "We request passage through this checkpoint."

Slowly, one guard tilted his head to get a better look, making me feel even smaller than I was. The Ranger didn't talk for a long moment, too long to just be thinking, which made me nervous. Wh3n then the ranger spoke, it was in an uncaring robotic voice that oozed mal contempt. "Leave and go bang rocks together… savage."

Rude!

So I cleared my voice and clarified. "I'll say again, we request passage through this checkpoint. If there happens to be a tax or official approval, then it behoove you to inform us of such a necessity."

The Ranger returned to his previous position, and repeated. "Go bang rocks together, savage."

"Ugg" Live let out with a huff. "Stop wasting your breath, Harp, the tin can got bolts for brains. Unless one of them scribes do them reprogramming shit on em, ain't no way they can think for themselves. It's why the NCR has been pushing the Rangers out of the east coast, despite how much they claim their superiority."

Despite their taunting, the two Rangers didn't move.

I thought about how to go about this, and how we can get passage. Waving our pipbucks at them was a bad idea, as the last Steel Ranger wanted to kill us for it. Actually, mentioning Star Paladin Spritz Cookie was a bad idea all around, as we did kill her. Maybe going back and asking Arras if it was possible to get a diplomatic invite. I was sure the Rangers couldn't just turn down the other big power here, and it might get us some extra privileges on the other side. But who knows how long it will be until they agree to let anypony pass, and with how we could leave any day, I would rather not get the invite a month from now. Anyways, my ancestor's tomb isn't going anywhere, not like if I leave I'll never get to see it again.

Unless something like Canterlot happens again.

Star then trotted up to one, and whistled. "So this is power armor." She even tapped it. "If that Star Paladin Spritz Cookie had it, she'd have crushed us easily. Ain't that right, Harp?"

I was caught off guard by Star's actions, causing me to blurt out with a nod. "Ya, we're lucky she didn't have any armor as a matter of fact."

Oh fuck, what did I just do!?

One of the Rangers looked at the other, then down at Star. "Star Paladin Spritz Cookie, do you know where the lost Paladin is?"

Star smiled at the Ranger. "That bitches corps is probably with the NCR right now, good riddance to utter trash."

The Ranger lifted up a hoof, and brought it down at Star with great speed. Fortunately, Star saw it coming and jumped back in time. "The Star Paladin is an exemplary example of a true Steel Ranger!"

Oh fuck, this is ecalating quickly.

"An example of an insane mad mare, if that's what you mean!" Star taunted.

Then we heard the sound of rotating barrels. Looking over, the other Ranger had their gun at the ready and pointed at us. "One more word, Desperados scum."

Before Star can fuck around any further, I trotted in fron of her, but kept my mouth shut.

It was a long and tense moment, but the ranger eventually stopped spinning their gun and aimed it back down.

Turning around, I glared at Star. "The fuck was that!"

She rolled her eyes. "You were just standing there, twiddling your hooves, so I thought provoking them would get the attention of more important ponies. How was I supposed to know they'd get so angry? And you really think they'd fire their guns in the middle of a city?"

I looked around, and saw small signs of gunfire here and there. "Star… think for a moment. Would Spritz Cookie have fired a mini-gun in the middle of a city."

My friend clicked her tongue in annoyance. "The bitch would have set everything on fire just to get a toaster."

Returning my attention back to the rangers, it was clear we were not getting in without help. "We'll be back with a formal request, and better manners."

"Don't flatter yourself, savage." The first Ranger spoke. "No damn way were letting any Desperados scum in here."

The other ranger snorted in agreement. "Once the Platinum Guard sees the truth, we're purging all your kind from this place."

That… didn't sound promising. But I was sure with Arras's help, this issue was only going to be temporary. Still annoying that we had to head back already, but it's better than starting a fight.

Laughter then came from behind us, causing my spine to tingle in disgust. "Oh, what this, I think the tin cans want to fight!"

Trotting up the road in their heavy plate mockery of Steel Ranger armor was Reed and Slick.

Slick waved at us, and mockingly called out, "hey there Live, heard ya got knocked up by some pissant weakling. But it's still not too late to pick a real stallion."

Star eyed Live, asking, "who the fuck are these two losers."

"Swift's personal heavy trooper." Live answered. "Whom, should be back at camp."

"And let the old sack of bone's new pet go running off to the tin cans." Reed said, his voice filled with suspicion.

Live snarled back, "Show some Celestia damn respect for your elders! Or do you want Crankshaft to fuck you two up again?"

Reed dismissively ignored Live as he trotted past us, eyeing up the Ranger, which was impressive as Reed was nearly as tall as the Ranger in their armor. "I thought ya were told to not shut that fucking gate! What are ya, so scared of us that you must hide behind your walls?"

The Ranger got muzzle to muzzle with Reed. "We don't listen to savage scum like you! Elder Shortcake has decreed that your kind stop polluting our air, no matter what the other Elders say!"

The other Ranger then spoke up, minigun barrel ready and spinning. "Bitch and moan all you like, but nopony recognizes Swift's authority here. Now scram! Or face our justice!"

Slick lifted his oversized gun, the bit trigger of his battle saddle moving to his mouth. "I think some fools need to learn their place!" He then looked back, and the movement of his cheek was a clear sign he had just winked at us.

I needed to act, or we were all going to get fucking killed. "Star, hold Slick in place!" I commanded, and the two of us rushed forward to get between those two idiot's.

Star staired directory into Slick's eyes, freezing him in place as I stared up at the ranger. "Nopony needs to die today, so stop getting provoked!"

The ranger looked down at me, then pointed their minigun at my face. "No, they're right, you savages need to learn your place!"

Right, I was sick of this and sick of being called a savage by some tecno-cliptomaniacs. Feeling with my magic, I could sense the spark battery in the gun, and drew it to me, though it's not enough to just drain it, I did prevent the power from flowing into the gun, powering it down.

"What, how?" The ranger baucked, but then lowered their head at me. "No matter."

Raising their hoof to stomp, I only grew more annoyed, and drew the magical power from the armors spell matrix, shutting it down. I then glared at the other Ranger, who was also getting ready to fight, and did the same, the power flowing to me causing me to shimmer.

Fortunately Live had also acted, and had her personal service rifle pointed between Reed's legs and at his royal jewels.

"Now, is everypony cool? Because at this point if we kill all four of you, I'm sure this will be treated as just an unfortunate incident. Just four idiot's that got themselves killed, you understand?" I yelled.

Reed snarled at me. "You really think Swift will take that lying down. I'll fuck ya raw for th-"

"Ya can't fuck nopony without a dick, Reed!" Live said, poking his balls with her rifle.

"Swift will take what I have and be grateful for it!" I told the dumbass Desperados, then turned my attention back to the Steel Rangers, making sure magic flowed into their helmets. "And you two, so much for the pride of Equestria's elite forces. Back home, the royal guard would have you two beaten and hung for just being such an embarrassment!"

"Oh, they finished the wall already?" A grime covered mare spoke up, catching everypony off guard. The unicorn was more mane and tail then pony, not showing any care for what was going on around her.

"Ummm, Harp, what's going on?" Slowtrot asked, really catching me off guard.

Losing control of the magic, the armor of the two Steel Rangers came back to life. "Like we will cower to scum like-"

"Enough!" Another pony said, a unicorn in a brown hooded cloak, that was covered in live clovers which were growing all over it. "Any more attempts at fighting, and the Coven of Clovers will be forced to act!"

That got the Steel rangers to stop, but Reed decided to be an ass. "Oh, so scary, the witches are angry."

The hooded unicorn clicked her tongue. "You should be, with Elder Arras here in Platinum Hill, Swift's authority is no longer recognized as the voice of the Desperados. Any further brahminshit from the Warband will be seen as rogue action, and free for everypony to purge from this city! You understand?"

Reed glared down at the hooded unicorn for what was a long moment, as though trying to burn through her skull. But Reed finally gave up, spitting in the unicorn's face before trotting away. "Slick, let's go, this shit ain't worth the headache."

Slick stumbled back, his breath heavy and looking a bit pale. Nodding vigarusly, he joined Reed, and the two fucked off.

"I much prefer it when ponies like them are fighting raiders and mutants, then being a nuisance here." The hooded pony said with a sigh. Then she returned her attention to the Steel Rangers. "And the same goes for you, knights! This isn't the wasteland anymore, you can't just swing your guns around killing ponies, and not expect to get away with it. Those times are over!" She then trotted up to the gate, not looking at them, saying with authority. "Gate, now!"

With a huff, both Steel Ranger returned to their position and soon after, the gateway opened.

Stepping through, the hooded unicorn looked back, and motions us to follow. "Come now, unless you like the smell of piss and shit."

With a sigh, I trotted after her, joined by my friends, and the new mare.

"I'm guessing we just had a close call?" Slowtrot said.

"Twice actually." Star told him. "I might have provoked the Tin Cans a little, but Harp cleared that up."

"Then tweedle dumb, and twiddle ass showed up." Live added. "They're morons, yes, but I don't remember them ever being this bad before"

The hooded unicorn then stopped, pulling back the hood and showing her face. She was a pale marble white mare with a long and straight obsidian black mane that barely just hid pink highlights. "You can blame Swift Firemane, and his new wives for that. Those new mares of his stroke his ego to no end, supply his warband with new weapons and gear, and through that the warband has become arrogant. It does my Elder's heart good to have Elder Arras back here to reestablish order among the Desperados."

"Weeping!" The new mare cried out, rushing over and hugging the now not hooded mare. "Why do you sound older? Didn't I tell you, like, not stress out over finding a stallion?"

The hooded mare, Weeping I guess her name was, pushed the other unicorn off her. "Damnit Fuzzy, of course I look older, it's been years since you ran off! And I'm not stressing over stallions anymore, I'm married with two foals! Actually, how are you even alive? Everpony was sure you died when you didn't return and nopony could find you!”

Slowtrot trotted up, and I knew I wasn't going to like what he might say. "About that, I might be able to explain that."

"Please don't tell me, this time you brought a pony back with you?" I said, hoping for a no.

Unfortunately, Slowtrot nodded in confirmation. "Bumped into Fizzy in the ruins of the mega mall, we were hiding from robot mascots when I returned here, and she accidentally came with me."

"Ohhh, that's how I'm, like, back here?" The mare, Fizzy said in awe

This got an eyebrow raise from Weeping. "So, teleportation. That's nothing new to the Coven."

I cleared my throat. "Well, not just that. You see, Slowtrot actually falls through time… involuntarily."

Weeping gave me a not so pleased look, the kind that was unsure if I was serious or not, but it was a bad thing either way. "Aside from the fact that time magic is a forbidden art, not just among the Coven, but throughout history among every creature that can cast magic. It is proven to not work, no matter how much it's used.” She stopped to look around for a moment, making sure nopony was eavesdropping. “If time magic is involved, then you'll need to talk to Elder Magnificence, if anypony knows if it's true, and how, she will.”

“I've heard that name before, Elder Arras told me that I'll probably be seeing her at some point.” I then looked at myself, and my dress. “Though I didn't expect it to be so soon. As you can see, we are not properly dressed for meeting such an important pony.”

“That you are not. But it's not so urgent that you need to see her right now, but sooner the better. Anytime today would be best.” Weeping looked over past me and at our newest addition. “Especially since Fizzy is back because of you. I'll schedule an appointment with my Elder, just get her cleaned up and all of you properly dressed. Also, leave your vests, though we don't have an issue with the Desperados, we rather not give the Steel Rangers a reason to be more of a pain in our flank.”

Her horn then glowed with magical power. “Fizzy should know the way to the Coven, but if you get lost, look for the house surrounded by green.”

With a flash, Weeping was gone.

Left on our own, we just looked at each other in confusion. Star then broke the silance, openly asking, "what the fuck was all that?"

Either not understanding a rhetorical question, or just not understanding anything at all, Fizzy answered. "Like, that was Weeping Willow. She's, like, a member of the Coven of Clovers."

I stared at the mess of purple mane, hardly seeing a pony under it, and wondering if she was in fact all mane and tail. I could see hooves, and what looked like bits of a grime covered dress from under the mane. "Who are you?"

She lifted her hoof to herself, "I'm, like, Fizzy Fusion Pop! I like Sparkle-Cola, writing, drawing, and I'm really good at giving all sorts of hugs. My favorite color in pink, my favorite food, aside from Sparkle-Cola is a classic Manehatten pizza. Oh and I'm really good with foal, and hope to have my own one day!”

“Thanks, that's enough!” I blurted out before she could give us her life story. Turning to Slowtrot, I hoped for something not random. “Are you alright, and what happened?”

“When I time jumped, I ended up back at Molly Manticore's Mega Mall, but after the bombs dropped. Sadly, none of the bombs had dropped on it, and despite it being a ruin, the mall was still running.” Slowtrot explained, nervousness in his voice. “Weirdly, some of the maintenance robots thought I was still working there, and let me trot around in peace. Well, that was until Molly saw me, then things went all nightmare nights. Thankfully I ran into Fizzy, who helped me get away, for a time. We ended up hiding in a box, but… I think Molly has thermal vision, because she found us right away. Then we popped here, and you know the rest.”

Right, I didn't even know where to start with all that, other than being relieved that Slowtrot didn't get hurt. Looking over at the grime cover mare that we were probably stuck with for now, I decided to just give up and accept it for now. "Maybe we should go back for now, and help Fizzy get cleaned up before we go to the Hilltop Boutique."

A gasp came from Fizzy. "The Hilltop Boutique! It's been, like, forever! It's this way, follow me!"

We watched as Fizzy galloped off, only to trip on her overgrown mane, then get back up to only trip on it again. It really reminded me of my elder sister Rare Pearl, and how she tripped over herself whenever she'd go out without her glasses. Actually, Fizzy reminded me a lot of both my sister Rare Pearl in how she trotted, and my sister Silk Carnation in how she talked.

Thinking of them made my heart ache, as I can only hope that they're alive and well.

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Taking in the sights of the inner-city, it certainly felt different, with it not just being clean, but even smelled nice like flowers. The terracotta brickwork and scrap was replaced by solid clay brickwork, clean cut wooden frames, and properly applied lime paint. It all looked as though we had trotted into the ancient past of Equestria, reminding me of some of the ancient paintings of Canterlot from my family's vault.

The stores here were far bigger and spread out, looking nothing like the places in the outer city. There was a bakery, a smithy, a bar, and even a cafe that advertised fresh coffee. This place felt absolutely isolated from the wasteland, which it probably was.

The ponies here on the other hoof didn't look so friendly. Oh they were nicely dressed compared to the ponies of the outer-city, but expectedly they were giving us the side eye.

I looked at myself and sighed. "Maybe we should come back in more decent clothing. We look like a pack of fools."

"Naw, we just look like outsiders." Fizzy said with a wide smile. "The ponies here aren't going to change their opinion just because we look nice, but it helps. Took me a few months for them to accept me, but that's the same anywhere."

"I guess you're experienced with that?" Live asked.

Fizzy nodded. "It was the same when I lived in Friendship City, where I was just another orphan from the wasteland. But in time I became one of them, as I wasn't, like, another raider, slaver, or bandit spie, just me. As for here, It's not like they hate outsiders, but their experience with them hasn't been the best since trade picked up. That's why they started building that wall… well, build that wall I guess."

"I can't imagine it got any better." I pondered as we trotted. “So, if you're from Friendship City, why did you move here?”

“things… happen.” Fizzy said, her tone losing that happiness from before, so I decided to not press her on about it.

As we trotted further up, some of the stores continued to be specialized, from jewelry and accessories made by artists, and even an electronic shop amazingly enough. We even saw a proper looking clinic.

"There it is!" Fizzy then pointed out at a fairly decorated building. It had several dressed mannequins on display behind what had to be security glass.

To my amazement, the dresses didn't look old-world-fashion, but something newer. There was what looked like a segmented red robe, and a red dress. Another dress looked like stable barding, and next to it was a suit of similar design.

"Right, Live and I will go inside and talk to the owner, the rest of you stay out here and not cause trouble." I told them.

Fizzy looked hurt. "But, like... why?"

I rolled my eyes at the audacity of this dirty mare. "You, more than anypony needs to stay out! Not only do we hardly know you, but you're covered in filth, and smell like sour milk. Once we're done here, we're taking you to the Desperados and getting you cleaned up."

"Oh, okay! Thanks." She said happily.

So both Live Axle and I trotted into the boutique, making sure we wiped our hooves first. The bell on the door almost acted like a signal that we were entering a different world, one I missed so much. It was like I returned home, the shop was a bit bigger than my closet and almost as full of dresses. The colors were a gentle pastel rainbow, all properly organized so that not one color dominated over the other, all on a canvas of a very light blue, almost off white. The air itself was absolutely lovely, smelling of lavender with a hint of mint.

"You sure we should be taking that Fizzy mare with us? Who knows where she's been, or if she's dangerous?" Live then asked as soon as the door behind us was closed.

I nodded in agreement. "I know, I know. But if she has connections with the Coven of Clovers, then we probably shouldn't just abandon Fizzy. Also, time magic isn't something that happens without cause, like a roll of the dice. My ancestors, Princess Majesty, suspected that there are greater powers at work to keep ponies from messing with the timeline."

Live cocked an eyebrow at me. "So you think she got pulled back with Slowtrot because… something either decided to let it happen, or wanted it to happen? Sounds all religious and shit."

"It is what it is. I mean, if Slowtrot haddent gotten that Lazarus serum from Thorn Roseland, both you and I would be dead. That's not something I would consider a mere coincidence." I told her.

"Yet he didn't have enough for my sister as well." She snarled back at me.

That was true, but Dead Axle wasn't lost to us just yet. "We haven't given up on her. If we can get to Despoines, then we can find more Lazarus serum. I promise you that we will save your sister."

Live took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I know, I know. It's just… I miss her." She then trotted further into the boutique, and I followed.

In the center and behind a circle of draped desks that displayed several hats, was a dandy looking older male griffin with a rather refined looking handlebar mustache. He stretend his back as we approached, showing no sign of disgust as he smiled at us. "It's been too long since I've had a Desperados visit my boutique, and two lovely mares at that. I do hope you're here for my dresses, I am after all, Equestria's finest dressmaker and surgeon."

"Surgeon?" I asked in surprise.

The griffin chuckled. "Well, yes. One cannot become as talented as I out of nowhere. I started life as a Talon field medic, where my tailoring skills came to use in sewing up the many injuries my fellow Talons would receive. I also practiced my passion on their armor regularly, patching up tears and bullet holes. After saving up enough caps, and knowing the right ponies, I now have this wonderful place."

"You must love telling that story." Live snarked.

"I do, but most ponies and griffs here don't appreciate the many talents of a Talon Veteran. The Desperados on the other claw, like yourselves, do respect my other talents. It also helps to properly warn you to not fuck with me." He explained as I now wondered if he had several guns hidden and ready to be used. "Anyways, my name is Hartwin Winters, and how may I aid you on this fine day? Looking for padded armor, or just winter clothes?"

I trotted further into the store, taking in this slice of paradise within all the ugliness of the wasteland. Most of the clothing was just fully restored old-world-fashion, with some stylish takes of what had to be modern fashion. There was also the padded clothing I was told about, though it was rather boring looking compared to everything else, with most having a black and white checkered pattern.

"Mostly we're just browsing for today. Frilly told me that I'd find quality dresses here, though I do have some interest in winter clothing." I informed Hartwin. "But If we were to buy something more appropriate for the Inner-city, something affordable yet stylish, what would you recommend? As you can see, we're lacking the appropriate style."

A sigh cane from Live, "That's an understatement."

Hartwin nodded back at us. "Oh I know it, you Desperados got the rough and tumble style down. Far from the delicate sorts like the ponies and griffs here."

"Delicate griffins, now that's a laugh." Live chuckled out.

Chuckling with her, Hartwin trotted out from behind his counter, and toward the old-world-fashion clothing. "Well there are a few old Talon families here, though I can't quite call them Talons anymore. Hit their big score, retired here, and raised several little brats that couldn't tell the difference between a clip and a magazine."

I was about to ask how a pony couldn't tell the difference between a paperclip, and a paper magazine, but realized it must have something to do with guns. The bullet holder is called a magazine after all.

"And are you one of them?" Live asked as she looked at the selection. "Oh, is that the fall line?"

The griffin gave Live a knowing wink before answering her second question. "It is, or as close as I could get it. Finding enough intact pieces of Rarities last clothing line hasn't been easy. And remaking them has even been harder." Hartwin said as he pulled out one dress to display. "A shame that the bombs dropped right before nightmare nights, as Rarity had left hints to her winter lineup, but it was clear nothing had been completed yet."

Joining them, the dresses shown were heavy with the earth tones of browns, reds, and orange, along with splashes of bright pastel yellows and green. Most being light dresses that still covered the body, providing some warmth and protection from the wind.

I had to give it to the griffin, he got it rather close to the actual thing. Unfortunately, it was rather easy to tell where he had to improvise, what must have been a misinterpretation, and more importantly that he got the wrong year. "This is rather impressive, but this is actually the previous year's fall fashion from the war. The last fall fashion was themed after Sweet Apple Acres, and the actual production of it was delayed due to high demand. Unfortunately the bombs dropped a few days before it went public."

Both Live and Hartwin looked at me with concern.

"Ha! I knew it!" Yell a griffin hen from the floor above.

Jumping down, and landing elegantly was a young adult griffin hen, dressed in something similar to the fall fashion on display. It was a rather adorable brown overall skirt with a light pale pink blouse, brown flat cap, socks of the same color of the blows, and the most adorable shoes decorated with red, orange, and yellow ribbons. The griffin herself was pure white, aside from her black talons and beak, along with the pale blue, almost silver eyes. And perched on her beak was a pair of silver glasses

She lept to me, grasping her black talons to my hooves, her face getting close to my own. "Tell me, have you, like, seen the last fall lineup, and maybe, like, if you do, the winter as well?"

Fuck was she cute!

"Bianca!" Hartwin grumbled. "What did I say about grabbing the customers?"

"Sorry dad." Bianca said dejectedly as she let me go and took a step back. "But nopony, like, knows about the last fashion line but a few ghouls, and their brains are all, like, mush. I mean Lady Mag clearly knows, but she gives me the creeps."

Hartwin let out a sigh that reminded me of my mother when one of my siblings got obsessed over something stupid. "Please don't even mention Lady Magnificence like that, you do know she has ears everywhere?"

The younger griff rolled her eyes. "And that's why she, like, gives me the creeps." Turning her attention back to me, she curtseyed, but how she did it was a bit off, more like she was imitating a curtsy she read in a book, which she probably was. "Hello miss, I'm Bianca Winters, seamstress, fashion designer and like, the next owner of the Hilltop Boutique."

"Apprentice seamstress, and apprentice designer." Hartwin corrected. "Now if you may, I have business to conduct."

Collecting myself with a deep breath, I got my business face on. "Yes, we can discuss all this later, when we're… better dressed. On that, it will be more than the two of us that requires new outfits. I have two… three ponies outside that will need outfits. Two mares and a stallion."

"What about Transmission and Suspension?" Live asked.

"Do you really want them trotting around here?" I asked back.

Live let out a huff of annoyance. "Ya, you're probably right, but they're not going to be happy about it."

She was right, those two were probably going to have a tantrum if we didn't come back with something for them. I wouldn't put it past Suspension to steal a dress just because she felt left out. "Right, add two more dresses, but they can be something on the cheap end, the kind you expect to get quickly ruined."

"Say no more, I know exactly what you're looking for." He then looked at his daughter. "Bianca, go get the ponies from outside, we'll need their measurements. And this time make sure they're the right ponies." Hartwin looked over at me, brow raised.

Oh, he needed names. "Right, I'm Harp Melody, this is Live Axle, and the other three are Star Charter, Slowtrot, and…"

"A Fizzy Fusion Pop." Live, answered for me.

The pleasant, but all business smiles on Hartwin's face dropped as Bianca let out a gasp.

"Miss Fizzy is back!" Bianca exclaimed as she rushed out.

"I'm getting the feeling that Fizzy is going to be a lot of trouble." Live commented

Hartwin groaned, "you have no idea."

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