*Nightmare Moon feels a mild tingling sensation behind her eyes. The little bit wasn’t enough to affect her much.*
It feels… interesting. It tastes terrible, however. Is that a hint of manure We taste?
*Nightmare Moon feels a mild tingling sensation behind her eyes. The little bit wasn’t enough to affect her much.*
It feels… interesting. It tastes terrible, however. Is that a hint of manure We taste?
We’ve made this the Lunar Empire’s temporary national anthem while on war footing.
((ooc: March of Cambreadth by Heather Alexander.))
We enjoy many forms of music. It depends on Our mood.
We’ve posted a few of Our favourite songs here before, but We suppose We could post a few more.
*Nightmare Moon cautiously sprays a little onto a tissue, stuffs the tissue into a bottle, then sends it down to her labs. Then, so as not to offend the obviously very high Avenger, she sprays a little into her mouth.*
If you sent me a message and I haven’t replied yet, please resend it. Thanks…
Note this only affects messages for ask-nightmaremoon. My other characters weren’t affected.
Do you mean that thing Zeus is always raving about, or that marshmallow dish?
If you meant the latter, We’ve had it. We didn’t like it. We’re not fond of coconut.
Your wares? Surely you meant Arcel’s wares… Unless…
*Nightmare Moon takes a very close look at her.*
…Arcel?
*Nightmare Moon flips a switch on the controller, and the lights and sounds stop.*
Excellent! It works!
You simply must tell Us what is in that… whatever it was you took. Dash, We think you called it.