evokemixer-deactivated20120121 asked: Um, no thank you... Who are you two? ... And who is that little crying filly?
Old Mare: You can call me Grandmother, dearie. And this one here *she whispers to Twilight* I don’t like the looks of him, dearie. He’s just been standing there the whole time I’ve been here, not saying a word. *stops whispering* The filly’s name is Mooney. She’s a bit upset at the moment. Say hello to the nice mare, Mooney!
Mooney: NO! Go away! Leave me alone…
Old Mare: Aww… the poor dear’s been so upset lately. But enough about them. I want to talk about you. Or, rather, why you’re here.
mythic-swirl asked: *weathering it, using focusing on the magic to hold her there* Its for your own Good Nightmare! *he cried out, not expecting her to believe him*
roboshi-deactivated20160514 asked: What the Blazes is going on here? -Galaxiour
*Nightmare Moon’s mind is locked to Twilights, so she cannot respond.*
((ooc: Long story… they’re trying to cure her of a magical infection.))
evokemixer-deactivated20120121 asked: *Twilight gallops in, horn glowing quite strongly, spell at the ready! Got it! *touches her horn to Nightmare Moon's, and releases the spell*
*The spell activates, and Nightmare Moon and Twilight are linked together. Twilight is drawn into Nightmare Moon’s mind, only to find herself in an empty white room. Three figures stand there: A kindly-looking old mare, a male human in a blue business suit and faceless mask, and a little filly. The little filly starts weeping in the corner of the room, while the other two turn to face Twilight.*
Old Mare: Welcome, child. *She pulls a plate of cookies out of nowhere.* Care for a cookie?
Human: …
mythic-swirl asked: *swallows*... y-yes..... *lowers head, the spell starts, the circle filling in where she is standing, so standing on a light blue circle of magic now*...... *small tears* I'm sorry... *as he says that, vines of blue magic suddenly shoot out of the circle and starts wrapping around her, pulling her down to the ground so her horn is lowered, not hurting, but moving so she couldn't move her limbs or wings, Arcel sweating slightly now from the strain of holding this spell on one so powerf* Twilight!!
*Nightmare Moon screams and struggles against the bonds.*
BETRAYED!!!! NO NO NO NO!!!!
*Her horn glows, and trees start to shake and rocks and branches start to fly, buffeting Arcel and Twilight like they were in the midst of a hurricane.*
mythic-swirl asked: *eyes widen, not helping his nervousness, they reach just outside the castle, Arcel cast a partial veil while he was heading in, hiding any glowing Twilights horn might create*... Alright... this will work... *turns to NMM, horn glows and a circle appears glowing on the ground*.... you might want to open your wings and lower them... just to get the best scan results... I-i-i Mean....
*She sighs again, and raises her wings.*
Like this?
mythic-swirl asked: I-i-i-i F-found.... *takes a deep breath* I have found a... medical scanning spell... that might... might allow us to find out more about the seed... a-and the more w-we know, the easier it will be... to find a solution... if... if you would be willing to humor me I mean.... *shaking slightly, then stop, him seeming to have just a little trouble keeping things togeather*
*She shakes her head and follows after Arcel.*
You know, when We get a chance, We really need to work on your self esteem. As royal consort, you’ll be expected to speak at openings and galas and such…
mythic-swirl asked: *Arcel approachs NMM at her castle slowly, looking nervous, having a small medical book with him, he smiles though* H-h-hey Nightmare M-moon... can I borrow you from your w-work for a minute?
Yes, We suppose We can spare some time. Our reconstruction project is going very well, ahead of schedule and under budget. What do you need Us for?
mortimerimp-deactivated20210705 asked: Hey, that's the green Hue Man I saw talking to Starchaser this morning.
We didn’t think humans came in green. Those We’ve seen so far have been somewhere in the pink-beige-brown spectrum.
dfgjfgmnb asked: Well, I know you wont smite me!... Er.. Right?
No. You’re actually a pretty neat sort of guy. Not marriage material, like We said, but the kind of guy that makes a good friend.