*pre-foalization* Thats all I ask, thank you dear. *nuzzles, smiling*
Of course. Anything for you, Arcel. *She kisses him gently on the cheek.*
Hey, Nightmare... Didn't you, like... Rainbow? Explode?
Yes, We did. It took Us quite a while to piece Ourselves back together after that little incident. Almost an entire year.
Thank you so much for bringing up such a painful memory. Would you like Us to give Ourselves a paper cut, so you can rub some salt into it?
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Maxwell. With this notebook I can create anything!"
…Anything? Really?
What about impossible things? Like a square circle, or a universe without John Cusack?
That depends, she has already been through a lot and I don't want you making things worse, I know your feelings towards this Celestia, this one is different though.
*Sigh* If you wish it, We’ll treat her delicately. At least, until she proves herself to be as scheming and evil as all other Celestias…
*two japanese voices can be heard* ??????: madam, what do you think of the zodiac? ????????: and what of the fortunes surrounding the symbols?
We think they’re all rather silly, like all forms of fortune telling. Prophecy is all rather useless. Either one causes it to come to pass by trying to avoid it, or it’s so full of pseudo-mysterious nonsense that one cannot properly interpret it until it’s too late.
Good to hear then. Just as long as my point is clear. Nothing personal and no hard feelings. *He smiles* So how have you been sister? You would be my sister in law right? *ponders a moment*
Yes, We suppose We would be.
We have been well enough, We suppose. Things have been… strange around Moon City lately, to say the least.
I baked you some cupcakes using some gourmet ingredients like Belgian chocolate, but Pinkie Pie ate them my back was turned. How she got past my security system I'll never know. ~ Mr.B
Anonymous*Nightmare Moon shakes her hoof at the sky.* PINKIE PIE!!!!!!!!
Ready. *Touches her horn.*
*Nightmare Moon closes her eyes, and concentrates, her magic flowing through Araima’s and the empress’s alien nervous systems, binding them together with her own. The process is not pleasant for any of them, and the patchwork connection will not last long, but Araima and Nightmare Moon are both drawn into the empress’s psyche.*
Zack: Yes, "he" mentioned it. By the way, you must be some sort of royalty, considering you refer to yourself in "majestic plural".
Ah, good. Finally, somepony who understands Our mode of speech without requiring an explanation.
So, what can We do for you, Zack?
Opium... Opium... Yes! I do believe we have some opium. It's not much at the moment, but yes, we do have some to spare. Hmm... *Telekenitically writes something in notepad* Import... more... opium...
Good. We will purchase whatever amount you can supply.
Now, as to price… One thousand years ago, if We remember correctly, high-grade processed opium went for 1.5 ounces of pure silver per pound on the black market. Given inflation and currency conversions, shall We say… four thousand bits per pound?
