Raven pointed to Blackout. "What he said. Don't be a dick, you'll be fine. By the way, I'm a bat, I can hear you two." She started practicing some tune on her guitar. "Heheh. Gimme an S, Black, I'm about to stomp out the world of pop music and put metal on the course."
Mat snorts a bit, "... Whatever. I know what path I'm attempting to walk down. Whatever happens, happens." He looks over towards Maya, ".... Do you have a room available, Maya?"
Hypothetical question. If I nuked the Everfree Forest to Canterlot, what would my rating be bumped to?
"Blasphemy at that first part." "Don't you do it," Maya told Arch. Dusty nodded. "Upstairs. If you see that Tyro character, do check his pulse."
Mat gives a light chuckle, "I'm guessing that your stuff on me isn't fully current anyways. Your ratings are... behind."
Dusty frowned. "You wish to not be feared, but openly admit you should be labeled a potential threat?"
Mat sighs, taking a look at Dusty, "... As much as I hate to admit it... there's some scenarios where... you know... if something happens, it best certain ponies know everything I can do.... That way they can take me out if they need to. You know." Mat finishes his drink, putting the bits on the counter, "... Either way, if I have to die to protect others, then so be it. There's... a lot that happened to give me this new outlook. I'll be back." He gets out of the seat, heading upstairs to the bedrooms.
"Oh, *squee!*, I forgot I was here. Hey!" Asmo invited himself to sit uncomfortably close to Blackout. "This is fun. What am I?"
Mat wasn't in earshot, checking out the upstairs rooms, taking one of the vacant rooms, jumping on the bed. He turned around, looking up at the ceiling, hooves draped at his sides, muttering to himself, taking a look at his cutie mark, talking seemingly to himself, "... I know... I know... but there's no reason to flick the switch. Plus, it'd draw attention if anypony came stumbling in."
Mat continued to stare at the ceiling, still talking to himself, "... Quit begging. Now isn't the time for it."
Azrael took a deep breath. Something didn't feel right. It was a happy occasion, so why was he having nervous spouts? He needed to check something. He slowly rolled his eyes back. Commonly thought to be a mere scare tactic, in actuality, this did the opposite of blind him for the sake of being spooky. It allowed him to gain a clear view of souls. He scanned the bar and patrons for anything unusual in that field, all the while closely observing behaviors. Maya and Dusty still had their pure-ish souls. A few black marks, but this was to be expected, given their longevity. He noticed Dusty holding back a laugh for a second. Maya had probably used their neural link to tell him a joke that couldn't be repeated in any PG-13 setting. He glanced inside Maya and thought to himself, That forming soul... She's playing a dangerous game. But this isn't what I'm looking for. Looking at Raven, he saw the whitest soul of the Maya group. Understandable. She was young, and hadn't had time to do much wrong to ponies, aside from trashing that shop. She continued to practice, in her own musical world for the moment. He focused on the self-proclaimed abomination of the bunch. His soul was a grey one. Azrael knew that Asmo had done serious wrong, but despite his sarcastic, sometimes downright mean demeanor, that was no longer him. This all added up, and he could almost relate to the prick. He watched Asmo open up an eye on the ceiling to watch for punches, make Generic Smartassy Comment A while invading Blackout's personal space, and chuckle. Nothing unusual. He moved on. He scanned over the entire bar area like this. His gut told him something was off, and he was hoping to prove himself wrong.
