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paradisa2012-01-10 10:37 am
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.
[...
...
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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Not always...? It's... kind of hard to predict Paradisa.
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So there are attacks.
[not...too troubled. It'll be just like Ponyville, except hopefully they don't have a road leading to a cliff here.]
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Let me guess, there is no way to stop it from happening.
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I'm afraid so...
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How long do these 'losses' last?
[seeing how she's gone back to normal.]
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[still. It's better than being stuck alone with only the demons in her head.
Headtilt.] Are We keeping thee from thine meal?
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