RepP: (speaking to Blackened and Az) We're doing good, at least that's what my manifestation at the bar in the present says. Rep: ((majority of consciousness)) (finishes building up the wedge that is going to be sent flying into Apophis. With a gesture, sends it onto its journey North)
Nightshade, quick to catch on, jumped in front of Blueblood and went into a crouch. "Shoryuken!" The blow shattered the bottle, several of the Prince's teeth, and the table on the far side of the bar where he landed.
RepB: (Steps in front of Blueblood.) Have a nice trip. (Levitates him into the air before making him fall into a pocket in the air, just for storage or until someone else wants to slap him around a bit, at which the pocket will vanish) See ya next fall.
"True, but probably not as much as this." As the show continued, the band started performing their closing track, Paranoid. Even then, it was like they didn't want to end the show.
"No denying that," he replied, "but they'll live on forever through their music. They would want exactly that."
Cricket examined the prince. He had, since the fall of Queen Chrysalis, been very vocal about his disapproval of making friends with "those nasty bugs." Finally, she hit him with a shot of magic, a spell to cause paranoia. Normally, it would simply make a pony nervous and distracted. In Blueblood's drugged state, however... ************************************************************************************************ Everything was burning. The room, the hideous monsters surrounding him, even his own flesh, was engulfed in a sickly green inferno. Blueblood had never felt terror like this. He wanted to run, but he was paralyzed. He wanted to scream, but the voice that came from his throat wasn't his own. The monsters circled him, occasionally transforming into ponies long enough to strike and beat him. He just wanted it to be over. But he knew it would never end. For surely this was Hell, and his damnation was just beginning. *************************************************************************************************** As Blueblood began screaming, Blackout headed for the door. He'd wait outside until they were done.
"Alright, I think I'm done." Maya sat back in a nearby chair. "Same," Raven agreed. Dusty shrugged, using his magic to coax Blueblood into slapping himself around a little.
Minutes later, a large flame suddenly arose from the stage before eventually snuffing out, to signify the end of the influential career Black Saddle maintained for almost 50 years. Everypony in the crowd seemed to cheer as loud as they could. "That was f*yay!*ing amazing!" Black exclaimed as the crowd slowly started to disperse.
"Ha! Now that was an experience!" Azrael stomped his front hooves on the ground, classic equine applause. After a moment, "I believe it's time we head back."
