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[doublethefun]

[there’s the sound of rustling sheets over the journal as well as some muttering]

Honestly, ‘Tia. [have some unintelligible muttering as somepony shoves her head under the pillow. One might be able to make out something about ‘flashy sun ponies,’ but not much else.

Geez. What sort of lazy pony is still abed at three in the afternoon?

Regardless of your guess, there’s a louder rustling as she finally sits up, pillow balancing on her head. She glares at the offending curtains, which are oh-so-innocently pulled back, letting cheery beams of sunlight into the room.

...

...Wait. This is not her room. Although it is undoubtedly lavish, it is still not her room. In one quick movement, she throws back the sheets and hops down to the floor. Trotting over to the window, she peers out and, yup. This isn’t Canterlot either.

Well, shit. There’s only one explanation, obviously. Incoming Royal Canterlot Voice, guys. Duck and cover.]

Villainous cur! Dost thou believe that thou canst ponynap the Princess of the Night without facing dire consequences? We will teach thee a lesson that will reverberate throughout time itself; thy children's children will quake in fear at the mere mention of Our name. Foolish foal! Thou didst not even lock the door!

[a confused pause]

...Or even bar the windows. Or try to stop my magic.

[...

...

Yup, she’s heading into the hallway now] ‘Tia? Guards? Is anypony around?

[[ooc: Open over journal or in person!]]

Comments

[noblefive]

[Hello! Have a 7'4" armour-clad supersoldier just stop and stare at the talking pony.]

Huh. They do exist.

[doublethefun]

[have a frown]

Of course We exist. Now the question is, what art thou?

[noblefive]

Me? I'm a human.

[He remembers his conversation over the journals with another pony.]

Noble Five, UNSC Special Ops. [He introduces himself]

[doublethefun]

[good job. Humans are now creatures with a metal exoskeleton or something.]

A pleasure to meet you, Noble Five UNSC Special Ops. [Fluttershy was right. Humans do have weird names.] We are Luna.

[noblefive]

[A slight chuckle.]

It's just Noble Five. Or you can call me Jorge. Whichever's easier.

[Wait, did the horse just say 'we'?]

Luna. I'll remember that. Uh... Is there more than one of you?

[doublethefun]

Noble Five it is, then.

[hm] 'Tis a traditional way of addressing oneself. We - I have been working on changing that, but old habits die hard.

[noblefive]

Well, maybe if you're surrounded by people who talk differently, some of it will rub off, ma'am.

[Crisp military tones.]

[doublethefun]

'Twas proper court etiquette, but it seems to have been phased out.

[a small smile] We are a bit behind the times, as 'twere.

[noblefive]

Well, where I'm from, people haven't spoken like that for thousands of years.

[doublethefun]

[well, speaking of you - ]

Is that armor? We must admit, We have never seen such fitted armor before.

[noblefive]

Yeah. This is MJOLNIR Powered Assault armour. It's standard-issue to all SPARTANs, like myself.

[A pause] Considering you're not from where I am, it's not surprising that you've never seen this.

[doublethefun]

[a small smile]

Ponies wear armor; it merely does not compare to thine in terms of scale and complexity.

[a pause, and then] Could We see thine face?

[it's a little odd, talking to somebody like this.]

[noblefive]

Yeah, MJOLNIR armour is a special design, even where I'm from.

[He chuckles at her request.] Sure.

[He then reaches to take his helmet off]

[doublethefun]

There you are. [looking up at him and smiling a little.

Headtilt.] Art thou expecting an attack here?

[noblefive]

Not as much, but it pays to be prepared.