Well, We have heard of several such apparitions. In no case should you pass through the door. Also, you should probably take steps to make sure nothing comes through.
Do you know any unicorns you can trust? We can provide you with a sealing spell, but it’s probably safer if We didn’t cast it.
We are entirely unintimidated. As far as villains go, you’re no Richard Grey. You aren’t even a Frank Horrigan.
*Nightmare Moon’s voice grows dangerous.* You have exactly ten seconds to stop spouting nonsense and tell Us what you are shouting about…
AnonymousWhat!? Why?
AnonymousWe had fun, though We really shouldn’t have drunk as much as We did. We will have to cut out drinking entirely, now, We suppose.
Well, We had originally planned to have it tonight, but the pregnancy and ensuing chaos has made Us decide to postpone it until tomorrow evening. Be sure to dress finely, and tell your followers to do so as well. Especially that one with the cracked glasses. Just between Us, We don’t think to highly of his style.
You will be seated along with the other of Our closest advisors at the head of the table. *She gets out a seating chart, that puts Vriska at NMM’s left, across the table from Arcel.*
(Vriska stares at the seating chart for a minute, then nods. She completely misses the opportunity to make a crack about Equius. Instead, she remains silent, focusing on maintaining her smile as she nods agreeably, waiting until she is on her way out of the room to let her face fall into a furious glare.)
Well, that’s all for now. *She pauses for a moment.* Are you feeling all right? You seem a bit unwell…
Possibly. We will ask Arcel about it. No promises, though.
Of course not! You can trust that any children of Ours will have absolutely no lifeist tendencies at all.
…Wait, what? What are you talking about?
((ooc: Her servant’s ‘forgot’ to tell her about Araima’s capture and subsequent mistake, and instead covered up the damage as a 'training accident’))
