*hurried the foals through, summoning a clone(painfully) to go after her, attempting to follow her into the CCU, unsuccessfully, the clone curses silently*
You come up to the figure although, In contrast to the thermal image, Most of it was imbedded into the metal wall, It was very rusty, cords are detatched and slightly decayed and stared at you with wild eyes, glowing the same tone as the liquid. And the same liquid is splattered against the wall near the back of its head. Its voice was hoarse and old* ?: Hello Nightmare, I've been waiting for a looooong time. How have you BEEN?!
*Nightmare Moon stops her pretence of being blind and approaches the figure directly.*
Do We know you? Are you the one behind these attacks?
Nightmare Moon? You're more like Darth Vader. >.>
Who is this ‘Darth Vader’, and why are We like them?
Ooc: So, has anyone on here heard or played any of the Dragon quest games, or their spin-offs?
((ooc: I’ve played some of the early ones (I, II, and V).))
You have my scalpel then, m'lady. If you have to dispose of some *coughs* undesirable element to dispose of, feel free to send them to me.
We actually already have an extensive research complex dedicated to the advancement of pony knowledge at any cost. Well, had. We haven’t gotten a chance yet to survey the damage done by the recent battles.
The liquid on the ground appears room tempurature, But a figure a few yards in front of you is detected, staying awefully still.*
*Nightmare Moon makes an exaggerated act of stumbling about like she can’t see, moving towards the figure.*
Instead you are sucked in with a black energy. When you come to your senses the room is extremely dark, impossible to see wall to wall, and the ground is covered in a light navy colored, glowing, and stick liquid. Although it seems to be draining offto far below the platform and trickles towards you*
*Nightmare Moon’s horn glows, and her eyes turn black as her vision switches to thermal mode. She takes a look around.*
Reblog your favorite game before the year 2000!
A life for a life, hmm?
We have little need for an assassin. Anypony We want dead will can do Ourselves, or is far beyond the abilities of anypony We can hire.
Dear, ugh, /queen/, how are you? *her voice is level, emotionless, and cold*
Well enough, for a leader who’s people are under attack.
We were sorry to hear about your mother.