Since Maya and Dusty didn't seem to be at the counter, Black called out for Windsor, who promptly brought him a Lemmy before he could even ask. Surprised at this move, he swigged from the glass proudly.
"Please, don't tell me you're speaking from experience. I thought I had found somepony smart enough to say no."
"I wouldn't even dream of doing that," he replied. "Those horror stories are enough for me to not try."
Silver nodded, then remembered that Asmo was blind. "Yes, Belial was here." ***************************************************************************** The manager of Fauststein walked into the bar, stepping over the unconscious Blueblood, and approached the bar. "The show starts in one hour, but I am concerned. I keep hearing that ponies are expecting to see a band called 'Apophis.'"
Az nodded. "I knew a fighter back in the day who fell into it. His career ended nearly as fast as his life." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That's... not a band," Maya told the manager. "It's a big snake god we're all gonna be trying to kill while the band plays. Nothing unusual there..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't trust him one bit," Asmo said plainly. "I think we'd be best off cutting his toasted head off."
The manager shrugged. "I see. I will let the boys know what to expect." ************************************************************** Silver nodded. "Did you know that I have personally selected every Night Guard trainee, save one, in the last two centuries? Raven's parents were my friends. When this battle is over, that thing dies."
Maya nodded. "You do that, dude. You should know we're gonna weaponize all the instruments, too." ~~~~~~~~~~~ "That thing smells like a boatload of raw power. Destruction. Hellfire. Like it spent a little time in the not-so-nice part of Tartarus my dad came from. Hate to say this, but... we're gonna need to plan this murder."
Silver nodded. "I have a plan. I plan to cut his f**cking head off and burn his corpse to ash." He arched an eyebrow. "Who was your father?"
RepC: (clears his throat softly in the back of the Command Tent) RepT: (keeps Blueblood from going crazy before removing the memory of himself from Blueblood, so it was if Blueblood never knew of Rep.)
"Oh really? Too many ponies succumb to that s*yay!*, and those horror stories were more than enough to turn me away from them..."
"Well," Azrael said, "Some ponies are idiots. Don't get me started on that skooma, from the griffons."
Silver nodded. "The Red-Wing. I had heard he was sealed beneath the ocean." He glanced over at Rep. "What is it?
Silver grimaced. "My father is a dragon. I have learned that it is best not to think about the 'how' of such things."
"I believe you will be a horrible influence on any child that comes near you," Silver replied with equal seriousness.
