D --> He is a red and gray colt, wearing a helmet and scarf. He appears to be a remarkably lifelike robot.
We will speak with him, then.
((ooc: My apologies to everypony, but I probably won’t be on much tonight. I had a rough day and am feeling uncreative and burnt out.))
*Grabs her again* Well this 300,000 year old virgin ain't impressed now, is he?
*She pushes him away.* Do not touch Us again.
What would impress you?
Hey Moony, if ya don't mind me askin', do ya think I might be able ta get into this formal dinner of yours? I mean, since the future says I'll be workin' for ya, it would only make sense. And don't be a worryin' about the clothin'! I could handle that meself!
Hmm… We suppose that would be acceptable. Do not make a nuisance of yourself, though.
D --> No, the broken one I intend to work on personally. I apologize for being unclear. I meant it would be appreciated if someone could speak with my pursuer.
Ah, We misunderstood. *She waves the engineers off. They look disappointed.*
Who is pursuing you?
*Trots over to her, a rather large book held in his mouth by one of the two leather straps holding it shut.* Wha bou... *He dropped it carefully and took a step back, giving a light bow to her* What about this one? It's old, and I don't have the key to open those locks.
This looks promising. We’ll get a locksmith. We don’t want to risk damaging the book with an unlocking spell.
*She leaves for a moment, then returns with a bored-looking earth pony in tow. He looks over the lock, then gets out his tools and starts to work. After a little while, the lock clicks and falls open.*
Okay, stand back… *Nightmare Moon opens the book.*
(She nods and starts to leave again, but stops.)
*Nightmare Moon thinks for a moment.*
We aren’t sure We’re the best one to ask about that. Our relationships with Our relatives have been… unconventional, to say the least. We suppose comforting is the best word, maybe. Knowing that there’s somepony there to help you if you need it.
(Equius enters, carrying a damaged robot.) D --> E%cuse me, I believe I am being followed, and I have important work to do. Could someone perhaps see to that one? (He gestures back toward Proto Stallion.)
We suppose so. *She motions a pair of engineers to come over and look at it. She looks on curiously.* What is it supposed to do?
*Roboshi uses the confusion of Luna's arival to make off with Nightmare's supply of Nightmarium* Good bye miss pokey smokes!
*In a last-ditch attempt to stop his theft, Nightmare Moon fires a paralysis spell off at him.*
That's even worse! If that 'Heavy Support' Then im human! No! This simply cannot do! You need to win a war without even firing a shot! Have so much power that the mere sight makes even minds themselves slow down!
That is Our goal. The likes of Our armies have never before been seen on the face of Equestria.
