"Alright, I think I can do that." Raven walked over to Blueblood, grabbed onto his mane, jerked him up to his hooves, took a deep breath, and sing-growled, "Welcome down... TO MY PLANET... HEEEEEEELL!!!" Dusty stood up, trotted over, and put a barrier in the doorway so Blueblood couldn't get away afterwards. "I wish to talk to this stallion when you're done." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Perfect. Maybe Blackened should have one, in case he spots himself."
By the time was Raven was done, Blueblood was curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing and gibbering incoherently. Cricket clapped her on the back. "Well done. I think you've got it." Nightshade nudged the prince with her hoof. He looked up, instantly recognized her as the Night Guard who had broken his nose several years earlier, and collapsed to the floor again. She snorted. "Good luck getting this one to talk." Her nose curled as she suddenly caught the scent of urine, and she violently kicked the prince in the ribs. "Godsdammit, he pissed himself!"
Ravan smirked. "Thanks. We should beat on him more often..." Dusty floated over an empty wine bottle, gripped it in his hoof, and smashed it against Blueblood's head. "I didn't really want to talk. I just hate this bastard. Say, maybe we should use him as bait while the swords are used."
As Blueblood passed out, Blackout sighed and walked over. "I really wish I could let you do that, but unfortunately, he is technically part of the royal family. So I have a sworn duty to keep him safe. Or at least not let anypony hurt him too badly."
"I'll give you a thousand Bits if you let it go," Maya offered Blackout as she walked up to the scene. "I mean. Beating up Bluej**z is good for morale."
"You do realize that you are literally trying to bribe a Night Guard," Blackout asked, deadpan. "I mean, you have to know that that's both highly illegal and basically impossible." He chuckled. "Nah, I'm pretty sure he's Princess Cadance's cousin or something, and she scares me a lot more than you do." Blueblood stirred. "Ruffians! Savages! I'll see you all in chains for this!" Blackout struck him a swift blow to the back of the head, putting him back to sleep. "Besides, do you really want him to be able to say he helped with this? You know how he's treated by the papers. They'll spin it to sound like he saved Equestria single-hoofedly."
"Well, dude, most of Equestria's here. Including the Princesses. Ponies are gonna know who did the work. Nice hit, by the way."
Blackout nodded. "Thank you. I have to keep him safe. It was not specified how." *********************************************** "Since when has truth ever mattered to the papers?" Nightshade asked bitterly. "He's the darling of Equestria. The Most Eligible Bachelor. Mares want him, stallions want to be him. That's the story they feed the masses, and that's what anypony who hasn't known him for more than an hour believes."
RepP: Sure. (Waves again and the same process that occurred for Azrael, occurs for Blackened.) Although, with a paradox of this scale if it occurs, occurring in a location with a window to a turning point of your timelines, it wouldn't matter what I do to disguise you.
Dusty sighed, using his magic to wipe Blueblood's memories of the beatings that had just transpired. "That is an easy fix. There's a camcorder in the bedroom you just used, in the dresser. Could you bring it here?"
Nightshade paused. "A camcorder. Okay, I realize that we've long since thrown canon out the window with the tech, but seriously? We're really gonna make amateur pornos a part of this 'verse?" She headed upstairs, still muttering, and returned a short time later with the camera.
The camera was not recording, of course, because Dusty was not a sick bastard. It was simply being stored. Dusty took the camera and whispered to Nightshade, "We act welcoming, and we record how much of a cretin this royal beta-stallion really is.Then we make sure everypony sees the footage."
"I didn't say he was recording US," Nightshade thought indignantly at Dusty's word monkey. "But c'mon, man. I've seen Maya and Dusty's tags over on Derpi. We both know what goes on in these bedrooms, and you can't seriously expect me to believe they never record it." To Dusty himself, she grinned widely and said, "That is literally the best idea I have ever heard. Possibly the best idea in the history of ideas."
They do, but this is a relatively PG-13-ish setting, where violence is okay, but sexual content is a no-no. Think they got that backwards... Just don't look at the footage, damn it! Know what? The screen is blurred so I'm not forced to describe it. Dusty smirked. "Isn't it? But we must not let him know it's being recorded. So." Dusty cast something on the camera, set it to record, and placed it very obviously on one of the tables. "I learned about perception filters from Architect and his friends. He won't even notice." Asmo sauntered by Blueblood with a wine bottle and 'accidentally' tripped, spilling a tiny amount of white wine on Blueblood's shirt thing. "Oops! Sorry, sir Blueblood sir."
"Indeed," Black replied. "That's how most bands involuntarily become tribute acts. But not these guys."
"I can't believe these ponies can even lift their instruments anymore," Azrael said honestly. "Let alone play them so well."
As he looked to the stage, he could see and feel the charisma the band had, especially considering their ripe old ages. "Right? It's really great, especially because they're all 70."
"Be more careful, you fool!" Blueblood huffed angrily, removing the stain with his magic. "I'll have you know this is Saddle Arabian silk! It's worth more than a commoner like you makes in a month!" Nightshade, realizing that the prince would recognize her, used her magic to change her appearance to match a minty-green unicorn mare she knew from Ponyville.
Asmo tilted his head. "I'm blind, sire. Forced to navigate this world on smell. Surely you'll forgive me?" "Nice Lyra disguise," Dusty commented.
