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 Lady Death, Dread Necromanceress of the Creepy forest strolled around Creepy glade, thinking. These trees have been selected for their longevity and she has already married all of them. She is pretty sure that they won't die any time soon and still the mice she has enhanced with them only gained a maximum of ten Ka. The Ritual kept dissolving in her hooves. She needs to enhance the marriage in order to give them a stronger personhood. While a forest can easily stand for a hundred thousand years, the trials with the trees showed that even for all the enhancements the ritual was still too lossy.
 
The Princess of Love could maybe do it, but she was still ostracized by her fellow ponies, at least those that realized it was her. She smiled as she remembered the face of the conductor whom she showed her verified, up to date, magically bound senior's pass. Ha!
 
"Mistress." Mr. Fluffles shouted. "Mistress."
 
She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. She still didn't forgive him for ruining her possible chances with the sexy spirit from another world. "Yes."
 
"The Vampire Queen has delivered the gold. We're stinking rich." The cat droned.
 
She smiled. "Perfect, now I can finally forge wedding rings for whole forests! Remember how I told you a proper dress for the plant enabled Bodkin's' ascension to Death Knight?" She asked her cat.
 
"Yes, it was marvelous progress. No kitty has to die ever again."

Lady Death preened under the praise, what a new appearance could do for your social standing. She quite forgot that she also stopped being senile.
 
"But where on earth would I get a dress for a forest? Maybe when we have enough OTC, but even then every forest would need it's own, no two forests are quite the same.", the cat remarked.
 
Lady Death stopped to consider the exchange. "This feels like a badly scripted play, with you asking the obvious next question and me providing the answer.", she commented, looked at her familiar with lidded eyes.
 
"That was how you liked it all my life.", the cat said, "I still need to get used to you being healthy again, or rather, being healthy for the first time I've ever witnessed it. Speaking of which, I do respect you a lot more now, even if your great breakthrough was a mixture of bad and good luck. You couldn't possibly..."
 
"No." She said icily. "I won't lift the monotone. You know why."
 
She huffed and turned. "Anyway, we will make the forests special build for the marriage ceremony, we will make them uniform, optimized for longevity and healthy sustainable ecosystems and give them all proper dresses." Lady Death smiled. "After all, we have enough money to hire a large team of Earth Ponies and Pegasi! I'll draft a preorder for as many Quaking aspen groves as Equestrian gardeners can get us and buy a large patch of land at the borders to the Crystal wastes."

She stepped into her kitchen. Three quarters of a cubic meter. Her horn flashed. 777 liters, if that wasn't a sign then she didn't know what was. She cut a block from it and went on her way, stopping in the middle to compose a Forum Post. She had ponies to hire.
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Lady Death once again casts her dread ritual. SS was checking over the runic inscriptions once again and made sure everything was perfect. Her oven made a cheerful little *ding* to signify that the time was right to start.

Quickly her Horn lit up and opened the oven, withdrawing from it the charred remains of four rosebushes, roasted alive just before their first bud was about to open.

In a voice like cracked parchment she began:
"The hot ashes of a virgin, burned just before her prime, shall power this rite, they shall call you, oh Mozee I met on the many worlds Forum." She crumbled the ashes and the circle activated around her and the spell pierced the veil between worlds.

Her cat was ready: "Hello Mozee. Did you recieve the rosebush alright?", it droned in a flat monotone voice.

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A dark wooden door appears near Lady Death, its doorknob a gear, each iron tooth a jagged thorn. It sits rooted in the door by metallic vines, which curve and twist across the entire face of the entrance in intricate and complex patterns.
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Gabby has a Location Spell! Gabby understands it's input and Gabby knows the rate he's shrinking at. Swiftly he crafts a spell that would counter that and bring him to the spells location. That is, a remote body. He's currently a Soul, puppeteering an old man puppeteering an old man, which should be safe enough for everyone. Oh, and the whole thing is going to be relayed through a flickering q-bit in the middle of no-universe, so noone should be able to trace it back to Toppled.

It wouldn't do to blow up his new friend, so he's going to arrive one lightyear from the rod and look at the planet the rod's on. Anything unusual? Mh... plenty weird magic, but nothing that seems sophisticated enough to trace his signal. They don't seem to notice his scans either. Perfect.

Now to prepare for the Watergun fight.

Eldritch inhuman sounds warble through the small bubble of air around Gabby's head. They can be translated thus:
"import from gabbysfunstuff version(current) AeonIlluminate
import from funstuff5 Aranakis5 version(current) makeasplash
curseofnonleathality"
Aaand with a little bit of fiddling combines those packages into.
"Creation: Waterwars Engineer."

That thing is pretty big. He has a location in mind, but should ask Bree before building anything.

Let's visit his friend!
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