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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 6:45:05 GMT
She rocks her head side to side. "Dessert? Now I most know what you have planed for a dessert." she says grinning. "And the best wine you have. And I do mean the best. I know how much that can cost, but I am here to have fun. I did not think I was not going to feel this in my bank~"
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 6:48:08 GMT
"Hmm let's see... Well maybe the Red Velvet Cake or Black Forest-?" Jasper suggested with a smile, "As for wine, we have Chateau Margaux, and The Domaine Romanée-Conti" he didn't think she would mind the prices either, and so rolled out suggestions for some of their pricier and rarer types of wine for their patron.
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 6:59:18 GMT
“Mmm, some cake is nice. As for the wine… The Domaine Romanée-Conti.” She says with a grin. “So, tell me. How do you think the soul of an alicorn may taste?” she leans her head to one side. “Even with my power I have yet to get hold of such a thing. I just tell myself it must taste bad to make that less of a downer.”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 7:17:58 GMT
"Mmm, some vamponies have that dream too... maybe someday. You can have the soul and we can have her blood" Jasper joked, and wrote down her order before skipping off to get what Bang wanted. He returned and graciously set down her cake and bottle of wine, and a fine crystal glass.
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 7:26:47 GMT
She takes the wine and pours it into the glass her self. “Thank you~” She takes a sip and thinks. “This wine costs more than most will make in a week. Sometimes it strikes me as odd… Maybe I need to go home and give my servants more bits. I feel feel bad for the poor things.” She then eats her cake. “but, this is why I like to get away from it all. You run a gang like me and it can wear you down.”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 7:37:40 GMT
"Gang-? Is that what you do-?" Jasper asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Seemed while Gilder and perhaps some of his staff knew who Bang was, not everypony working for Mitternacht did. He then blinked, and bowed, "Oh sorry, didn't mean to get too personal."
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 7:53:02 GMT
“Oh no, I see no harm in it. I am the boss of the Black Rose mafia~ Are hoof touches everything in one way or another. Nothing is getting in or out of MY town without me knowing and making bits off it. I too live on one of the biggest estates in this land. stand two mansions, 50,000 acres of land, 283,926 Square Hoofage, 244 rooms and a small fleet of yachts. I have close to a town of servants living on my land to just keep it in order. Even have a farm on it. And yet I am bored… You'd think with that I’d be happy but no. I have yet to get something that keeps me happy. I can buy most everything I want with my net worth of 68.5 billion bits.” she takes another bite of cake. “so I do things like this, in the hope to see if I will find what really makes me happy… Other than explosions.”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 7:58:03 GMT
Jasper listened intently, eyes sparkling at her story, "Wow... sounds kind of exciting... well I may just be in charge of room service, but you bet I'll try my best to make your stay enjoyable, miss Bang!" He assured her with a bow, "Well bar explosions close to the Hotel... but there's acres of land for miles around! Maybe we can blow stuff up out there!"
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 8:03:32 GMT
“explosions are nice~” She points at her explosion shaped heart of a cutie mark. “I am really good at making and using them. Oh takes me back to blowing up that bar… fun times.” She gets done with her cake and wipes her muzzle. “Well, that was a fine lunch. So, I have yet to see all of what I payed for. So, what other rooms you got?” She says with a grin. “Spooky back rooms?”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 8:05:27 GMT
"Tons-!" Jasper chirped excitedly, "I can show you where we keep ponies for dinner, or even where we dismember bodies after use-maybe even Keyton's torture room for when he catches tresspassers-!" he declared, seeming a little too giddy about this. "And there's the cellar, that's probably haunted... maybe check out the woods nearbye..."
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 8:08:27 GMT
She did not looked put off at all from this and jumps up and down. “ohh! come on, go! We can save the woods for later. I want to see the cattle!” She says with a giggel. “I am in wonder to how much and what you get out this way.”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 8:11:53 GMT
"You'd be surprised," he informed her, and lead her out the back to a rather huge shed. Taking out a key, he unlocked and opened it-revelaing several shivering tied up ponies inside. The air itself was cold, like a large fridge. "We don't really keep too many for too long, or else they die of cold or starvation... usually we pick off travelers, or even just stick trespassers back here" he pointed out. "Also the cold is to keep em fresh in case they do expire a little early, but not too cold to kill anyones alive back here."
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 8:15:50 GMT
She walks on in and looks over them. “The poor things. At least give them covers.” She says rubbing one's head. “Cute things. I pamper mine~ All the food and whatever they wish. I think it makes them taste better.” She says walking back out. “I may not be a changeling, but a lot of love in ones life really helps the taste. But that is of no mater to one like you~ blood can not be changed by feelings.”
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Post by CrowFace on Apr 9, 2014 8:18:54 GMT
"Well I might put in a word of it to Gilder, but it's hard to make them stay if they figure out they're gonna end up on the menu with just pampering alone." he replied, shutting the door once they finished the tour in there. "Plus we usually use the few up in a matter of days, so it's kind of short-term in the long-run. Where to next?" Jasper asked.
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Post by dustyshooves on Apr 9, 2014 8:23:05 GMT
“I don’t know. You lead the way and I will follow, rather it be in to the woods or a bed~” She says with a wink. “And even then, sometimes a more long term one can help. At least for ones like me. For you it’s the blood that matters, nothing more. Same for a mutt… We are just odd ones.” She chuckles.
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