unicorn
QuickSilver
Female.
Lives in Manehattan,
Equestria.
Born on February 5, 1997
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I keep time for a living, and I keep myself on an even tighter schedule. Punctuality isn't just a habit — it's a philosophy. When everything runs on time, everything runs.Manehattan wasn't the plan, but plans change. I left Canterlot with a suitcase, a research archive, and a few questions I'm still working on answering. Most of my days are split between the clocktower and my notes — curse theory, magical anomalies, the kind of academic rabbit holes that most ponies find boring and I find necess... View More
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The steady rhythm of gears and pendulums filled the upper chamber of the Canterlot
Clocktower, a sound Quicksilver had long since stopped noticing — like a heartbeat, always there, always reliable. S... View More
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Clockwork
Click, click, click, click...
A faint whir from the stairwell as the even- but, indeed, unhurried- steps cease. Replaced by a tinny voice that sounds as if emitted by a gramophone. "There was no sign of it being closed? The doo-" tick, tick, click, "-r wasn't locked, and there were no signs..."
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QuickSilver
Quicksilver watched her enter.*
The clipboard lowered slowly, not set down — just forgotten, held loose at her side as her full attention settled on the mechanical mare with the particular quality of focus she usually reserved for mechanisms she hadn't encountered before. Her eyes moved the same wa... View More
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Clockwork
The automaton did not respond to the keeper's observations- they were not questions, but statements. A pattern of speech familiar. Perhaps something acquired from prolonged interaction with precise mechanisms? Too few examples for a proper hypothesis. It is comforting, though. As her hooves clink ag... View More
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QuickSilver
Something in Quicksilver's expression shifted at that — almost another gear in the Work.*
She filed it away without comment, the way she filed most things that didn't have an immediate category. There would be time to think about it later. There was always time, if you managed it correctly.*
"Redu... View More
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Pizzamovies
“Huh? What do you mean?.” The uncertain voice of a very confused stallion echoed from around the corner. Stepping into the light, an orange and tan earth pony raised his head, revealing a large cardboard box gripped in his teeth.
“Does that mean no delivery?” He cocked his head to the side in frust... View More
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QuickSilver
The clipboard was back in her aura before he finished the sentence.
Quicksilver stared at him. Then at the box. Then back at him, with the slow deliberate patience of somepony recalculating an entire morning's schedule in real time.
"Delivery." She said it the way most ponies said 'catastrophe.'
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Pizzamovies
The stallion climbed the last step and placed himself on the landing, sheltered in the small alcove above the stairwell, he peeked out further. Locking eyes with her for only a brief moment before jerking his head and attempting to read what was written on a small wispy paper receipt taped to the fr... View More
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QuickSilver
Quicksilver did not move for a long moment.*
Her stylus was still hovering over the clipboard. Her expression had not changed. The ticking filled the silence with its usual indifference.*
She looked at the box. Then at him. Then back at the box with the specific focus of somepony trying to locate ... View More
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