Thank you. We don’t want Our friend Typewryter to be hurt, and We fear divine intervention would only make matters worse.

Also, Luna has stated she would prefer if We weren’t involved with the mob.

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We were never a little filly, but had We been one, this artist has accurately captured how adorable we would have been.

The Shadowbolts set Us on fire earlier, We don’t really want anything to do with them…

In any event, We don’t think adding any more ponies to the chaos over around Type’s house would help the chances of a good resolution right now.

We can transition between two points instantaneously, skipping the distance in between. Thus, We are superluminal. The rolling you hear is coming from Einstein’s grave.

Speaking of Our illusions, We are curious, which of Our forms do you like the most?

Do you like this? *She shifts into Nightsky Melody* Or do you prefer this? *She shifts into Nightmare Moon.*

Or maybe, you’d prefer something like this? *She shits again, and appears as a duplicate of Twilight Sparkle.*

When We are incorporeal, the only magic We can manage other than our machine manipulation is illusions, and (with great difficulty) the manipulation of mindless creatures (such as insects or parasprites).

When We were with Luna, We naturally preferred those spells within her portfolio as night goddess (primarily sleep, dreams, music, and death, plus a few other minor areas). Separate from her, We have discovered Our innate anger gives Us a great deal of skill at battle magic (both defensive and offensive), as well as the ability to placate and control certain beings of a… less savoury nature.

Typewryter hasn’t brought her by yet. We heard something about him being shot! We’d go over to help him, but the Wonderbolts seem to already be there… We might cause a scene if We suddenly burst in…

It was… frightening at first. We could barely find Our way along.

When We are incorporeal, everything seems shrouded in fog, only half seen. Many objects are translucent, and ponies shine with inner light, able to be seen through the fog and even the half-visible walls of their homes. Literature and works of art are somehow more than their mundane counterparts, containing the emotions and some of the thoughts of their creators as well as their ordinary selves.

It’s handy in many ways, though. Moving invisibly through walls and locked doors, We have learned secrets about many of Celestia’s closest followers. When We brush against a book, We immediately somehow know what it contains. We can see the tiny switches that work within electronic computing machines, and can push and adjust them to control the machine. And, of course, nothing but magic can harm Us in that state.

*Continues to counterspell the fire.*

Now, what shall we do to you? Some of your members are ghosts, correct? Maybe they could do with a good soulforging…

Wait… how are a bunch of pegasi and spirits using magic anyway?

((ooc: The Sinistar machine was right next to R-Type II (my favourite) at the place I used to hang out as a kid. I lost SO many quarters because of that… every time he screamed I’d startle and lose a ship. -.- ))