Last time!
Vinyl jumped up, holding her sword in-between her and the would-be-assassin. "Not this time anime Batman!" she yelled, stomping her hoof on the ground for emphasis.
The assassin continued his charge, rushing headlong into Vinyl, their weapons clashing. Another guard ran up and attempted to behead the masked figure only to find a limp bolt of cloth where the assassin once stood.
Vinyl looked up. "Audible gasp! Octavia how could you!" The white knight yelled back at her long lost friend with tears in her eyes!
"I did it because the author has no idea what hes doing! So I did something!" She yelled back, fighting back tears of her own.
The narrator suddenly walks down from his magical Narration Booth in the sky. "Octavia! I knew it was you! You were the one changing the story! I should have known!"
"Of course it was me! Who else could have done it so masterfully? Mwahahahahaha!" Octavia raised her blade and ran forward. "and now you die!"
"The narrator being the narrator, narrated the entire following scene while fighting back" The narrator said. "Vinyl looked at the other guard with a look that almost screamed 'what the hay is happening?' The nameless guard simply shrugged."
"Hey!" Vinyl screamed suddenly "Stop reading ahead in the dialog, I haven't even done that yet!"
"oh but you will now, and then the narrator parried the first of Octavia's strikes with the nameless guards sword" the narrator said
"Damn it! Get back behind the fourth wall!" Octavia screamed lunging at her omniscient opponent.
"The narrator masterfully parried every one of Octavia's swings" the narrator said while reading from a thick white book that read script
"Now your just making stuff up!" The nameless guard yelled
" 'or is he?' the nameless guard thought to himself" the narrator retorted while dodging another one of Octavia's swings
"WHY WONT YOU DIE!" Octavia yelled out in finality giving her last swing all she had
"only to miss and smack herself in the face with the butt of her own sword" The narrator cheerfully piped in.
"Damn you…" Octavia deadpanned before smashing herself with the butt of her own sword.
"and now you see why…wait what was I doing again…" the narrator looked confused "oh yeah, returning the story to normal" The narrator cleared his voice "AND NOW! SUPER COOLIO AWESOME NARRATION POWERS, ACTIVATE!" The narrators voice echoed somehow causing everyone in the room to be momentarily blinded…
...Octavia blinked "Will you stop calling my 'Octy'?" She retorted quickly.
"No…" Vinyl began but quickly stopped herself upon meeting Octavia's glare "…err…I mean, Yeah I'll stop calling you Octy" 'for now…' she thought to herself.
Octavia mentally grimaced at the look on Vinyl's face. "The look on your face tells me otherwise miss…um…I do believe I didn't catch your name" Octavia frowned having forgotten to ask her guests name before now.
"The names Vinyl Scratch, my lady!" Scratch said proudly before taking a drink of the lemonade that Octavia had brought out. "Holy Sunshine! This Lemonade is delicious!"
"Ah well thank you Miss Scratch," Octavia said before taking a sip the aforementioned Lemonade herself. "now, Miss Scratch, I believe you asked about my cello, am I correct?"
"Hmm?" Scratch looked up from the muffin she had been examining carefully. "oh…OH right! The cello, yeah I was wondering if you played it? It seems like a strange instrument for an Earth pony to play…but then again…" She looked around the room "…how many of these do you actually play?"
Octavia sighed "Sadly, I can not play most of them. In fact many of them do not even belong to me." Octavia paused and took a drink of her lemonade.
"Uh…yeah I don't follow…" Scratch gave Octavia a puzzled look "Why do you have all these instruments if they don't even belong to you? You aren't some Instrument thief are you?" the DJ's face quickly became one of abject horror.
Octavia suddenly felt the need to take an aspirin "No, I am not an instrument thief, why you would think that I can't possible imagine, but…" She had meant to continue before Vinyl chuckled "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
Scratch chuckled again "Lady, with the night I just had I really wouldn't be surprised if you were some infamous instrument thief!" She ultimately gave up and started laughing at the ridiculousness of the previous night. Octavia just looked confused.
"I fail to see the humor in this, perhaps you should explain. I am inquisitive as to why you were on my roof at all." Octavia kept her poise and took another sip of her lemonade, waiting for Scratch to calm down.
After a few minutes and several glasses of lemonade later, Octavia was close to losing her temper. "Um...Excuse me, Miss Scratch?" she began before raising her voice "MISS SCRATCH!" Vinyl stopped laughing immediately.
"Oh…um…yeah sorry 'bout that." Vinyl grinned sheepishly "Its just last night was really weird and stuff."
Octavia did not look amused. "Yes well why don't you recount your evening to me, Miss Scratch. If it is indeed as 'weird'," Scratch could see Octavia was holding back her anger, but was indeed confused as to why "as you say it was, why don't you entertain me with this tale." She picked up her glass to take a drink only to find it empty. "oh, it seems we have run out of lemonade, I shall get up some more." Octavia stood up and quickly walked to the kitchen.
"Could you bring s'more muffins too?" Vinyl yelled to her before eating the last one in one bite. 'man these muffins are just as good as the lemonade, I should come over here more often' She happily thought to herself.
"Why, yes of course…" Octavia grumbled, momentarily regretting not leaving the mare locked on the roof.
While Octavia was busy making some more lemonade, Scratch took the moment to analyze what she had learned of the other musician. 'shes definitely a classical one, must be a pretty successful one to afford such a nice apartment. But then again, she does seem to have a temper issue as well, probably from being raised in a strict home of how she acts is any tip. And what was with her bow? 'Love stick'? really? Did she have some weird fetish for instruments or something? Wait a minute…oh…Oh dear Celestia! THE IMAGES! Make them stop! MAKE THEM STOP!' Octavia gave Vinyl a slightly worried glance as she walked back into the room carrying another tray of snacks. The white mare looked like she was having a panic attack.
"Miss Scratch, are you alright?" She asked slightly concerned for her own safety by the bi-polar pony she had invited into her home.
"ahahahah" Vinyl nervously laughed "Yeah I'm ok! You wanted to hear about last night right? Ok here goes…" She started trying to move on to the next subject and forget everything she had just thought about. Octavia looked on with a stoic expression on her face.
Vinyl cleared her throat "You see it all began last night when I left work..." And that's how they were for the next several hours, Vinyl explained what had happened the previous night, carefully watching Octavia's expression, quickly changing the subject when events came up that seemed to bother the grey mare. Eventually she had gotten Octavia to crack a smile before straight up laughing at the sheer absurdity of the story.
"Wait, wait, wait," Octavia stopped Vinyl while pausing to calm down "Your saying he truly expected to escape with a Sponge, chewing gum, and an ear of corn?" She paused again to laugh "How in Equestria did he think he was going to manage that?" Vinyl laughed too.
"From what he told me, the sponge was to keep the door open, the…"Scratch began to explain the crazy stallion's plan before she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Octavia looked up at the clock.
"Oh dear is it that time already?" She got off of the sofa. "I'm terribally sorry, Miss Scratch, but I had forgotten that the members of my ensemble were coming over to practice tonight. You welcome to stay and watch if you would like, and I would certainly like to hear the rest of your story as well."
Vinyl looked up at Octavia "Of your what?" she asked obviously confused.
Octavia opened her mouth to answer only to be beaten by a soft voice coming from the doorway. "An ensemble is like a band that plays classical music but is smaller than an orchestra" Vinyl and Octavia both turned to look as a periwinkle colored stallion with a light blue mane and green eyes walked into the room followed by turquoise colored mare with a brown mane and an equally brown stallion with a snow white mane. After a moment he brown stallion spoke.
"Well now Octavia, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" he paused for a moment; his voice was that of an amused music teacher. "Although I never saw you as one to like mares my dear."
"AH yes, wait What?" Octavia's face proceeded to turn beat red, whether from embarrassment or anger, Vinyl couldn't tell.
"Calm down Octavia," the blue stallion spoke up, his voice clearly identifying him as the one who had answered Vinyl's question earlier. "Fredric was only joking" The redness in Octavia's face lessened somewhat. Vinyl snickered slightly.
"Ah, yes of course…" Fredric replied with a small grin on his face. "You must forgive us, miss…" he paused.
"Vinyl Scratch" the DJ identified herself.
"Thank you, like I was saying, you must forgive us, Miss Scratch, Octavia's skill in courting is somewhat of an inside joke amongst us, and your being here provided an opportunity I couldn't pass up" Fredric finished. The three standing by the door chuckled.
Vinyl grinned "Anytime"
"Ahem, I do believe that is enough speaking of me as if I am not here." Octavia finally having recovered her senses spoke up before turning to Vinyl "Miss Scratch, these are my fellow ensemble mates, Harpo Parish, Beauty Brass and Fredric Horseshoepin." She pointed at each of them as she named them off. Beauty smiled and waved her hoof.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Scratch." Harpo spoke in his soft voice. Vinyl smiled back.
"I do hope you will be staying with up tonight" Fredric chuckled "It is quite rare to see a musical pony here in Canterlot these days" Again Vinyl smiled back.
"What about her?" Scratch wondered aloud nodding her head at Beauty.
"Well you see…" Fredric began.
"I HAVE A HARD TIME KEEPING MY VOICE DOWN" Beauty bellowed, the ponies all covered their ears. A loud thumping came from the floor, and outside several ponies were wondering where such a loud voice came from.
"Ah, I see." Scratch said, her ears were ringing fiercely.
A moment went by with everypony trying to regain their senses, when Octavia spoke up. "Well, now that everypony is acquainted, why don't we grab our instruments and head up to the roof then?" The others agreed and grabbing the necessary instruments and other equipment that they needed for their pieces they proceeded to carefully take the stuff up the stairs to the roof.
After a long strenuous time they had finally carried their materials up the short staircase and collectively decided to take a well-earned break. "Oh dear, I forgot about that." Octavia said after spotting the pile of objects Vinyl had collected earlier that day. Vinyl sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of her head saying something along the lines of an apology before Octavia stopped her "Oh no, it's quite alright Miss Scratch"
Vinyl gave her a look "Since were all musicians here, how about we all just go by our first names, I dunno about you guys, but being called 'Miss' all the time is making me feel uncomfortable." The others looked at Octavia. "If its ok with you that is…" Vinyl trailed off. Octavia looked back and forth between her friends and Vinyl before letting out a sigh and agreeing. Vinyl smiled at the others and they smiled back, somehow she could tell that they weren't as stuffy as Octavia.
Octavia grumbled something about properness and walked over to where the others had begun to set up their instruments. Vinyl sat down near the edge of the roof. She was excited; it had been awhile since she had heard a live band, and even if it was classical. Music was music to Vinyl and she loved it all. And if Octavia was indeed the one that was playing that song last night, Vinyl knew it was going to be beautiful.