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Really? You are quite skilled at hoof massage for a novice.
We know what you want to do. So many ponies have begged Us for the privilege. Go ahead. We are kind enough to indulge Our servants.
That’s just a bit of flair We attached to a simple travel-as-mist spell. The visual effects of any spell are easy to customise for any reasonably skilled unicorn.
Oh, and you are quite welcome. We are eager to dispel some of the negative images Our enemies have tried to pin on Us over the centuries.
This is exactly the sort of qualifications We don’t want in Our employees. Sorry, but We’re going to have to decline your application.
Mmm… You’ve done this before, haven’t you?
Well, firstly We would eliminate the bureaucracy and nobility, establishing a direct line of command from the throne to the peasants with no middleponies.
Next, We’d begin a campaign to annex the Griffon Kingdoms, followed by a similar campaign to annex Zebrica. The poor near-ponies living there have gone too long without proper guidance, and must be brought to heel for their own good.
Well, if you insist… *She hoofs the Avengersprite a hoof pick.* Be extra thorough on Our rear left hoof. It’s always getting stones stuck in it.
The doppelganger Twilight followed here turns its head to her, and suddenly she is exposed to all of Vriska’s regrets relating to Twilight; she can hear Vriska calling herself stupid, chiding herself for trying to force a rivalry and not thinking things through, and she can feel the fear Vriska feels of never being able to sort out her own thoughts and feelings.
Nightmare Moon approaches closer. “Tell Us what happened, Vriska. Tell Us what We must do to fix this.”
