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Cricket looked around. A wingless, lightning-breathing dragon and his seemingly ageless Pegasus wife. A humanoid warrior. An undead fighter. A...
"No idea. Blackout told me that it's basically a pony... not even always a pony, actually... that's somehow out of place in Equestria. Like,...
"I don't know. I've seen a lot of oddly powerful ponies in the last few years. Sil calls them 'Oh-sees,' says they started showing up around the...
"You ever think about getting back into the ring?"
"You ever get recognized? I mean, legendary fighter coming back from the dead and all, somepony's gonna notice."
Hell, I'm not even asking that you don't comment. Morphin's right, it is unreasonable to expect no foreign opinions on an international forum....
"Well I am a Changeling. Equestrian sports history wasn't exactly required reading back in the hive."
"Huh." She shrugged. "I've never heard of you from before."
"When was your day, anyway?" Cricket asked. "When were you... you know, alive?"
Cricket very nearly spit out her drink. She swallowed with some difficulty, and gasped. "Seriously? How?!"
"Convenient." She grabbed one of the mugs for herself. "I kinda feel like I'm taking advantage of him here, but since he's buying and all..."
Even God hates Starbucks.
"Did I break Az?" Cricket asked, slightly concerned. She wasn't entirely sure what effects her songs had on the undead.
I like the way you think.
"You're dead inside," she said to Dusty, mock-accusingly. "And I'd love a mug of honey ale."
Yeah, they should totally let me plan the natural disasters. You think sharknados are scary? Try bearicanes.
"Dammit!" She shrugged. Dusty obviously had a total control over his thoughts. Maybe he'd have a harder time controlling his emotions? A simple...
"Interesting." She thought for a moment, then sang a few notes. "Anything that time?"
Cricket nodded. "Cool trick. How'd you shrug off my song, by the way?"
Note to self: Send a flood.
