quiethoof-bookpony asked: He looked around, rather worried now, and backed out of the library, blinking and rubbing his eyes.
*Nightmare Moon trots over. She looks… odd. It looks almost as if her skin is cracking slightly, with little lines of bluish-white light trying to peek through.*
Did you find anything interesting?
mythic-swirl asked: Oh, umm, s-so, the only way to keep me alive.. is by forcing me into another reality? A-away from all the nice ponies I have met here?.. *sighs* If there is no other way, it probably would be for the best I suppose.
You won’t really lose anypony. You’d be able to make new friends with their counterparts, and since they’d have always known you as a mare there wouldn’t need to be any lies in your relationships.
puddingfuzz-deactivated20130305 asked: Quite well. I assume that you are enjoying yourself, you seem to have quite the castle.
Our Castle is nice, yes.
It would be nicer if Luna visited more often.
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alcapuppy-blog asked: *sniffs Nightmare Moon's hoof*
*Nightmare Moon pushes him aside.*
We don’t care for dogs.
quiethoof-bookpony asked: The blue pony finds himself disturbed by the book, but can't quite stop reading it until the end. He closes it gingerly and slides it back into it's place on the shelf, slowly backing away.
*Quiethoof’s headache becomes more noticeable as he puts the book away. It might just be his imagination, but the room looks… dirtier somehow. Like it hasn’t been swept or dusted in weeks.*
quiethoof-bookpony asked: "Beautiful," he said, giving the pages a quick skim just for the visual effect before opening it to the first page.
*The book appears to be a narrative work of fiction, written from the point of view of a pony who, after a severe head injury, slowly becomes more and more insane as the world begins to take on a sinister, hideous aspect. Only bright colours hold the madness at bay for the narrator, who takes to obsessively following a number of ponies with brightly coloured coats. About two-thirds of the way through, the book breaks off from regular narration into bizarre, disjointed sentences with no clear meaning.
On the very last page, one final coherent sentence is written:
“I know now where the colours come from. I know how to keep them forever. I will write my thoughts, and the words spoken by the gate and key upon the colours, so I will be with them always as I make my way beyond.”
Quiethoof finds himself developing a slight headache.*
We’ve never met this ‘Blackfire’, but if she is anything like Us she must be truly impressive.
She smirked “She claims her sister took her spot as the next leader of their planet… She tried to kill her multiple times, but failed cause good always wins over evil.”
As tempted as We are to correct some of your misapprehensions about ethics and the nature of evil, you have piqued Our curiosity about this ‘Blackfire’. Could you possibly put Us in touch with her?
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the-shady-bacon asked: It doesn't? Darn. Well, I tried.
Well, it was a good try. We don’t wish to discourage you. Who knows? You may think of something We haven’t.
quiethoof-bookpony asked: "How could a book about colors be bad?" he said, moving closer and pulling it from the shelf.
*The cover feels slick and soft. Now that it’s off the shelf, Quiethoof can see that each page inside is a different colour, creating a rainbow effect along the edges of the closed book.*