Sixteenth Party

[elementoflol]

[The lights are all out in the castle, only the flickering candlelight to see by... and even they are blowing out as often as they can be relit.

Is that something in the shadows out of the corner of your eye? Did that curtain just move or was it the wind? Was that a sound?

IS SOMETHING FOLLOWING YOU?

...The correct answer is yes, yes they are. Namely, one small pink pony, hiding and behaving quite creepily. Feel free to have your character stalked.]

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[disciplines]

[[squint]

Going to look up and sigh, body tensing all over.]

I'm sure you think this is hilarious, but rest assured, it's the worst time possible for this sort of behavior. I hope you're proud of yourself. 12 points for pranking.

[elementoflol]

[And up there is a small pink pony with suckers on her hooves to keep her on the ceiling.]

WHOOO I GOT POINTS!

[disciplines]

[Her whole body tenses up and she swings her staff up and around to point right at your face, stopping just short of whamming it into you, honestly a tad startled, snorting and speaking sharply.]

N-Not a good score, I assure you....you...

[Give her just a second to come to an amazing epiphany.]

You're a horse.

[elementoflol]

No, I'm not!

[She giggles, dropping down from the ceiling without any care for that staff or Alleyne's annoyance.]

I'm a pony.

[disciplines]

Horse. Pony. Not much of a difference.

[She'll brush herself off a bit and leer at you, scratching her head a bit]

...Am I hallucinating? You're...awfully bright for a talking animal.

[elementoflol]

[She shakes the suckers off her feet, turning in a circle as though to look for whatever was the hallucination.]

Maybe! What are you seeing?

[disciplines]

[Tapping you ever so lightly on the head with the end of her staff, grumbling a bit, rubbing her temple]

You. You...bright pink...whatever you are. Pony. This isn't happening.

[elementoflol]

It's not?

Am I dreaming? This is nothing like my dream about flying cupcakes...

[disciplines]

Flying....cupcake....

You're far too happy about this.

[Facepalm, ears drooping pretty hard. She'll reach out with her free hand to pat you on the nose, feeling a headache coming on. It's a gentle touch, she obviously knows how to handle an animal.]

You feel real.

[elementoflol]

That's because I am real, you silly filly.

[She leans into those nose touches, nuzzling Alleyne's hand happily.]

[disciplines]

[Have some awkward elf petting. The last thing she wants to do now is send a startled horse down the halls, breaking all the vases.]

Er, I'm an elf. Not a filly. Nor am I silly, I assure you, I'm quite serious!

[Almost too serious.]

[elementoflol]

[She gets bored of being petted eventually, prancing backwards and bouncing energetically on the spot.]

Not serious all the time! Nopony can be serious all the time...

[disciplines]

[Someone's reminded of what little she remembers of Nowa, only if she had dipped into the elven confectioneries and was running around even more wild than usual.]

I have to be serious, I'm working, and my job demands it.

[elementoflol]

You're working right now? What do you do?

[disciplines]

Well, right now patrolling to make sure everyone's alright since the castle's being a right bastard to us again. My usual job though is teaching people how to fight. It's even in my name, Combat Instructor Alleyne.

[elementoflol]

Patrolling is boring if you're serious, you should sing some songs to march to!

[disciplines]

I'm afraid I'm not a bard. You've the wrong elf for that. Besides, what if my tune alerts my enemies as to my location?

[elementoflol]

Then they'll join in and become friends.

[disciplines]

[....What logic is this?]

That's not how war works, unfortunately, horse. Er, pony. What if they didn't like the song anyways?

[elementoflol]

[Hm. Like the buffalo at Apple-palooza.]

Sing a different song!

[disciplines]

I said I don't want to sing. You sure seem to want to, though. Can ponies be bards?

[Do you really want miss garbled husky whiskey voice here singing?]

[elementoflol]

Anypony can sing, the tune just bubbles up and up and up until it POPS out of you!

[disciplines]

Trust me, nobody wants to, er, hear me pop. I'm not going to sing.

[Sobbing on the inside, she's reminded of her rapping loss. She's going to have to sing isn't she?]

[elementoflol]

I want to hear it! Me! Me! Oh! Me!

[disciplines]

You won't take no for an answer, will you?

[She knows your type. You'll only leave her alone once she does you a small favor, and she must get back to work as soon as she can.]

What would I even sing about? I've nothing to say.