"Do not pull that amnesia shit with me again." Handy dropped him as he stomped forth, throwing over a table along with the tools and accoutrements on it to see the boxes underneath.  The unnatural silence, which prevented him from making any sound he didn't consciously choose to, was spoiled only when the table hit the ground. He rummaged through one box, put it aside, opened the top of another, and rummaged through that one. There were plenty of parchments with that strange, wavy script that was characteristic of old magic, but it was not what he was looking for. He saw Thunder slowly crawling his way over to some discarded sheets. He snarled at him, stomped over, and kicked his hooves away, causing him to shrink on himself and cower. The pony’s breath hitched as he sobbed to himself, his previous arrogance and pretentiousness all but dissipated in the face of his tormentor. 