Princess Luna (
doublethefun) wrote in
paradisa2012-01-10 10:37 am
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[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.
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Yup, she’s heading into the hallway now] ‘Tia? Guards? Is anypony around?
[[ooc: Open over journal or in person!]]
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!]]

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Isn't it an impressive piece of magic? [ Excuse her for sounding a little bit excited, Princess. She's a nerd. ]
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It truly is. Recording, dictation, instantaneous communication. A magical network connecting it to other books just like it. [a pause] How many ponies have such a device?
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And what impressions hast thou gathered on these humans?
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But..... [ How does she put this? ...No way but flat-out, she supposes. ] ...Some of them kill unicorns for their horns.
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What? That's barbaric! What would they even need it for?
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.....Barbaric either way. ]
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[just a bit dryly. These humans have no
horsecommon sense, do they?And then:] Have they been after thee?
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And did We hear thee correctly? These humans hibernate?
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[fellow mammals and all] Ah, yes. Dear Fluttershy was in the hallway and was kind enough to explain the castle to Us.
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....Except she ends up trying to anyway. Poor Twilight. ]
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My cutie mark.
[stupid glaring example of how all the laws of unicorn magic are being turned upside down.
And then, a bit concerned:] She has also told Us of thine loss. How dost thou fare?
[guess who has been spilling the beans about your crazy bookworm tendencieis, Twi?]
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[ Wait. ] I mean the other Princess! Your sister. [ Er- ] Celestia.
[ Awk...ward... ]
Not that... forgetting you wouldn't be bad, either. It's just, she's my teacher. And I do cherish all of my memories with her.
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Perhaps you should have been named Dawn.
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I'm fine with my name the way it is.
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Wouldst thou deign to give Us a tour of the castle?
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I am in [insert room number here.]
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anywho- ]
I'll be there in a jiffy, Princess!
[ Literally, as she teleports there in a flash of magenta magic.
Hi! ]
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