"That's a... really bucking weird coincidence." She looked down, thinking hard about something. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop lying," Dusty said. "You even said you were hiding." "We kill her," Azrael said bluntly. Dusty walked straight up to Azrael, talking sternly. "You. Can not kill her." "The hell I can't. Tell me, Dwarf, what is one pony compared to the whole of Cricket's race?"
".., I'll tell you after whatever you're doing finishes up, sounds like you're quite busy." He shakes out his hind legs a bit. "And killing one of anything is still wrong... unless it's completely necessary."
the bar's door opened, and Etheran stepped in. "hello everyone. mind if I help you out?" they said nonchalantly as they sat down
Hello Etheran. How long has it been for you? (Has continued flickering as he works out the calculations required to safely pull a Research Vessel.)
Nightshade stopped walking. "Is something wrong?" Raven had said exactly what she had been thinking earlier. It was a weird coincidence that an extraordinarly strong and violent pony had lived in in the exact house where, years later, Raven's parents would be killed by another extraordinarily strong and violent pony. If not for the fact that the pony responsible for the attack was long dead, she would be asking Azrael some very tough questions right now. ******************************************************************************** "I agree with Az," Cricket said wearily. "I don't like killing, but what else can we do? I can take care of myself, but I'm not going to let my little filly grow up to be hated."
"That pony must've been almost stronger than Az.. and half as sane." ~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm down to kill her," Asmo said.
Please do. (Concentrating slightly harder before looking at the wall) Ooh, and can I get some thin paper? Like 30 pieces?
Azrael nodded and trotted downstairs after politely informing Dusty that his mind was made up. Seconds later, the hooded pony from before sauntered into the bar. "...Hola." Asmo rolled his eyes. "You smell like a fake adventurer language, who the hell are you?"
Nightshade shook her head. "If I didn't know better, I'd think he was somehow involved. One of the first things we learned about investigations back at the Academy is that coincidences are rarer than most ponies think." ************************************************************ Cricket sighed. "Dammit, Dusty, what do you expect me to do? Let her blab to the cops about the horrible Changeling that murdered her boss? You heard what Shady said... this mare's gonna ruin things for EVERY Changeling."
Mat gave another loud exasperated sigh, "... There are other ways to prove to her that... well... you know..."
