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"Reasonable enough. Hopefully the ship doesn't crash, extending our stay. I hear smoking on these is quite dangerous."
Probably.
Sweet.
"You work fast," Azrael commented. "Don't these jobs usually take weeks?" He took another puff, blowing a smoke ring.
Navaja gave a long sigh. "How long is this ride? I don't trust this Sister not to feast on me in my sleep."
Coming in last.
Hey, pones who missed out last year, now's your chance! Totally got okay from staff to do this stuff again! This means @MorphinBrony and @Lord...
Oh, so it's like, December and stuff. That probably means I should get off my ass and talk to staff about the banner.
"Wisdom," Navaja said, "beyond anything you could imagine." Azrael nodded. "Indeed they do. Must be their digits. I... feel as though I should...
"I'm not," Navaja replied. "That is up to our leaders, and at times, Princess Celestia." Azrael struck a match and lit his cigar, taking a deep...
"Thank the gods." Azrael took the cigar in his magic. "A match, if you would?" "I spill the blood of the deserving," Navaja defended.
"You trade money for lives for the sake of making money," Navaja snorted. Azrael sighed. "I sense a long trip ahead. Does anypony here have a smoke?"
Sunday, July 9.
"Hey." Asmo sniffed the air as this inspector pony walked in. "Do I know you?"
"Surely there must be a limit. And this is coming from me, a large revenant with a long history of violence."
Triggered?
"Precisely. And businessponies will have innocent ponies harmed to further their own profits. Not everypony wanted dead by anypony deserves to die."
"You've clearly never met a business pony," Azrael commented.
"Your lies disgust me," Navaja hissed. "'Stay your blade from the blood of the innocent.' Had you done nothing to begin with..."
"It would seem your two clubs don't get along," Azrael commented. "No *squee!*," Navaja coughed. "¡Han matado a tantos de nosotros! By their own hooves!"
