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[doublethefun]

[weird things happening by themselves aren't /really/ a big deal. After all, this is Paradisa. Plus sharing a palace/city with enthusiastic magical unicorn foals would probably result in at least /some/ wayward magic.

However, things are rather...discordant. Waking up in a bed-turned-into-lime-green-mushy-linguini was pretty bad. The swarm of giant baby guinea pigs that showed up right after to devour said bed was kinda freaky, but at least the now-rock-candy-furniture seem to be holding their attention - for the time being.

But the tipping point was the veritable fountain of chocolate milk that gushed out of the sink when she turned on the faucet. And no matter what she did, it would not shut off. In fact, the guinea pigs seem to be building emergency life boats with her books and astronomy notes.

So. With a flash of blue magic, an unusually bedraggled alicorn now appears in the lobby, chocolate milk dripping from her coat to puddle on the floor. She flaps her wings, sending flecks of chocolate milk everywhere. And if that wasn't enough, she rears, slamming her forehooves into the flagstone and cracking it neatly in half before shouting at the air.]

Discord! Show thyself afore We root thee out of thy miserable hiding place and impress upon thee the meaning of everlasting nightmare, thou wretched snake!

[oh and her eyes are aglow with magic and the air is almost crackling with electricity. Approach?]

[[ooc: any Royal Canterlot Voice used in comments will be in bold font and normally sized. 'Cause I'm lazy.]]

Comments

[brute_shot_bully]

[Well, he hadn't expected on floating like a ... floaty thing. :| But once he's back on the ground he humphs into the lead.]

You got a name?

[doublethefun]

[fiiine. Next time he gets to swim in the sap.]

I am Luna. And thou art?

[brute_shot_bully]

Maine.

[He's certainly not the friendlies Freelancer there ever was. Also, he's glad she's got a simple name. Makes it easier for him to remember in case he ever needs pony-magic in the future.]

[doublethefun]

[better get on her good side, then.

Dryly:]

I would say that it is a pleasure to meet thee, but these particular circumstances prevent me from saying such.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Sad to say he's pretty much always like this.]

Want a carrot? [Ponies like carrots, right? Although when he tries to wish one up the castle gives him a rubber bunny.]

[That squeaks.]

[He offers it to Luna. Here. Have a squeaky rubber rabbit instead.]

[doublethefun]

[looking confused, she glances at the rubber bunny and then back at him.]

Thy gesture is appreciated, but nay.

[not quite getting the idea that he's treating her like a pet or something]

[brute_shot_bully]

[He shrugs and tosses the bunny over his shoulder. Was worth a try. Also, he can't help but snort at her answer.]

Neigh.

[Yea he's having a hard time seeing her as people.]

[doublethefun]

[froooown]

Excuse thee?

[brute_shot_bully]

[Yeah, breaking into a grin.]

Neeeeeigh.

[doublethefun]

[yup, feathers are ruffled. In both senses of the phrase.]

I see that thou hast recovered thy rude and tasteless sense of humor.

[the nearby windows slam open and then she hops up onto the ledge.

So dryly it hurts:] I bid thee good day.

[and she's jumping off and flying away]