Let’s see you get out of that one. *She’s left a very obvious way out, if Soarin sees it…*
We aren’t afraid of death, but it would throw a terrible crimp in Our plans. We’ve been, for all intents and purposes, dead before, and it is terribly inconvenient.
*Nightmare Moon moves her bishop decisively across the board.* HA!
((ooc: Napoleon’s opening is intimidating and moves for a quick checkmate, but almost never works.))
Still, Our argument holds. There are ponies out to kill Us, and We are definitely not paranoid and delusional, and most certainly do not have a persecution complex.
Well, then… *She moves the first piece in the rarely-used Napoleon’s opening.*
All right! *She gets out the board.* Would you like to be black or white?
Thank you for your offer, but We believe We should be able to handle this ‘Almare’ easily.
Don’t worry. We can insulate Ourselves from your mindscape behind a wall of rage. It’s very protective.
Whenever you are ready, just relax and We’ll begin.
*closes her eyes, and tries to relax, thinking of nothing but that damned week in hoofingdale*
*Nightmare Moon closes her eyes and touches her horn to the Avengers forehead, and they are both sucked into the Avenger’s memories.*
